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mediocre-shark-tales · 1 year ago

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Fated by the Stars (5)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Wounds/Injuries Traumatic Past, Violence, and Mentions of Non-consensual Molesting

Summary - The boys have to go back to work, and you need to learn how to live with only a few boys around at a time. So you decide to take up and learn some hobbies with everything the boys have been slowly purchasing you.

Masterlist

It had been awhile since that day you ran into the pack alpha's sister, ever since you have been able to slowly move on from the past. Spending time with your mates as much as you can, with everyday you grow fonder and more confident. They have shown you nothing but love and made sure you never doubt yourself for even a second.

But everything good must come to an end, and today was that day. The boys had warned you in advance that soon they would have to return to work. It took a bit before you understood what they meant. Their jobs were similar to what you did with your ex pack however they actually enjoyed what they did and got paid for it. They had sort of expected a more emotional reaction, but you knew somewhere deep down that if they could they would stay home with you forever in a cuddle puddle.

I had woken up early this morning, barely before the sunrise would begin to fill my newly renovated room with its pure golden glow. I quickly began to get changed for the day, however when I thought about the fact that a majority of the boys would be gone for most of the day, another thought came to me. I snuck quietly out of my room and looked around to see if anyone was awake. I could smell the beginnings of a delicious breakfast so I began to sneak downstairs.

I had made it all the way to the entrance of the kitchen, looking inside I saw Minho and Felix. I silently giggled as I slid into the kitchen and latched onto Minho. Giving him a morning snuggly back hug.

Minho chuckled and rubbed my hands on his stomach before returning to making breakfast. "Is everyone else still asleep Minnie?" He looked down at me. "Yup, I think everyone will be up soon since most of us have to leave soon." I nodded. "Can I go steal some clothes?" Minho stopped what he was doing for a moment and turned around to me. He cupped my face and squished it a bit. "Does our little 'mega want to smell her pack all day still." I nodded and told him. "Just want to smell my mates while they are out for work." Minho then let me go and I ran off to his room. Today only Jeongin and Felix could stay behind. I was told by all of them what their jobs were so I would know who to expect home more often than the others.

Jeongin was the CEO of company that built Omegagram, They had also created AlphaChat and BetaBook. All of these were apps created and updated to perfectly match the social media needs of a specific second gender. Because of their recent success with Omegagram, the company had funded a new project that was also doing well. Turns out Omega Heaven was also owned by him.

Felix was the owner of a world wide bakery, this bakery had the ability to become a food factory. Except Felix loved the original small hometown bakery idea, thus with every new branch he built, each one would be made to freshly bake its good. He also kept the prices lower even when demand rose.

These two got the most time off as their jobs required less from them in person and they could simply work from home most days.

The others had more high demand jobs, Chan was the CEO of an entertainment company. His jobs consisted of making sure that his idols were happy. Whatever was needed he would be able to do. If he found that a manager was miss treating them, he would easily replace the manager. If an Idol acted up he would give them chances until they ran out. However he was best when it came to helping them perfect and produce music. Hyunjin was an assistant CEO to Chan, his job fell more into the dancing side of idols, and he also helped the acting side of the entertainment company.

Minho and Jisung were also coworkers. Minho was the CEO of a fashion company while Jisung was one of the more famous Beta Fashion designers. Jisung was amazing at paying attention to feed back from customers, and then changing things to help make his brand more comfortable amongst the second genders. He was one of few that tackled clothing lines for all second genders. Minho's job however was to keep the company running, he looks care of financial managing and such. I kinda tuned out the rest seeing as it was a lot of math-y sounding stuff.

Finally Changbin and Seungmin were also Ceo's. Changbin was the CEO of a Security Company that also dabbled in a worldwide gym franchise. Seungmin was the assistant CEO under him. They had split the job, Changbin took care of the gym franchise and helped out from time to time when asked by seungmin. Seungmin took care of the Security company, he only asked for help when jobs came in too often to keep up with. They offered security to anyone in the public, however when huge celebrity events went on they would get multiple celebrities asking for a few security workers at the sametime. That's when Changbin would come help out with getting the logistics taken care of.

I currently had snatched a t-shirt from Minho. Now I was sneaking into Hyunjins room, opening his drawer I found a pair of tall socks. Snatching those I snuck back out to put them on. Going into Jisungs room, I stole a pair of boxers without being detected. From Seungmin, I successfully snatched a pair of shorts. Finally had grabbed a jacket from Changbin. Last but not least, I needed something from Chan.

Slowly opening the door, I saw Chan on his side playing on his phone. I giggled internally as he hadn't noticed my scent or heard me yet. I crept over slowly, till I was next to the bed. Seconds later I was jumping onto the bed, specifically onto Chan. He huffed as I landed on him. I giggled as he smiled down at me. "Hey there princess. Good morning." I smiled back up at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Good Morning Channie." Then I tumbled off of him and began to look around for what I came in here for.

Chan sits up and watches me for a bit. "What are you looking for princess?" Seconds later I had found it. I picked up and smelled this blanket. It was just a plain grey blanket, I had seen Chan use it often and new it would be perfect to use today. "Just this Channie, need to make sure I can still smell my pack while they aren't around."

Chan cooed at me, he got up and walked over to pick me up. "such a good 'mega for us. We will make sure to come back as quickly as we can. Then how about we fall asleep to a movie of your choice down in the pack room?" I nodded. "Sounds great Channie!"

Together we walked back down to the kitchen where the rest of the pack waiting for us. I saw everyone begin to smile, slowly they realized I had stolen a few clothing items and was currently wearing them. "I wondered why I could smell a faint scent of vanilla when I woke up." Jisung said as he tickled my sides when I passed him. I giggled and tried my best to escape his grasp.

Once I did, I sat down in my personal seat, quickly eating up my breakfast. I had forgotten a gift for them upstairs. The other day, Seungmin had gifted me some art and crafts supplies. Amongst the supplies was some elastic string and beads. Yesterday I spent most of it making my boys bracelets. I heard the boys call after me when I ran upstairs, but I only had one thing on my mind.

I threw open my arts and crafts drawer, grabbing the box I had put them in. I opened it to make sure they were all still there, once I had confirmed it, I then ran back down stairs.

There stood all the boys waiting for me, 6 of them ready to leave. "You weren't gonna let us leave without hugs and kisses goodbye right?" I smiled. "Nope, but I had to go get my surprise!" The boys all gave me curious or astonished looks. So I walked up to Chan first, pulling out a grey bead bracelet, each bracelet had a red heart bead surrounded by the color I saw them in the most often. So Chan got a grey with glittery black bead bracelet. Next was Hyunjin, his bracelet was orange beads, some were plain beads and some looked more like carved gemstone.

Next to hyunjin stood changbin, I gave him a pink beaded bracelet, his was mainly plain pink beads as they were the only pink beads I had. I gave Seungmin a white sparkly bead bracelet. Minho's bracelet was a dark green color, mostly gem shaped beads. Next I gave Jisung a blue bracelet, his was different as I had many different style beads in a similar blue shade. Finally, Felix got a Yellow bracelet with little sun shaped beads and Jeongin got a brown sparkly bracelet.

"Everyone has a different but similar bracelet, the heart bead is to remind you that I-" I blushed and looked away. "What is it sweetie?" Felix placed his hand on my shoulder. I mumbled in responding, however no one seemed to hear me as Felix placed his hand on my cheek making me look at him. "You're gonna need to speak up sweet thing." So my immediate response was to speak very quickly hoping they wouldn't react too much to my words. "The heart is to remind you that I love you, especially when you are stressed out at work. I spent a lot of time choosing the colors and beads for you bracelet, I wanted the bracelets to match how I see you. The color is the color I match to you the most. So yeah." I could feel my face heat up even more, I probably looked like a bright red tomato now as they stood there in silence. Glancing at their faces, all I saw was looks of awe and shock.

This gave me a rush of anxiety as I blabbered out again. "I-I'm sorry if you weren't ready to say that then I won't say-" I was cut off by lips on mine. Hyunjin had launched himself over and crashed his lips against mine before pulling back. "No no no, Honey, we were just in shock that you were so comfortable to tell us you loved us so soon. We love you just as much if not more, we are so happy to be able to tell you that now and show you we love you in so many more ways." Staring into his eyes, I could tell that there was nothing but honesty in his words. I glanced at the other pack mates, who all gave me smiles and nods in agreement with Hyunjins words.

I hugged Hyunjin tight. "Okay, then I really love you guys and I can't wait for you all to come back home. I hope we can have a movie and cuddle night together." Pulling back from hyunjin, I ran around to give everyone else a hug as I continued. "So go to work and earn as much as you can so we can keep living happily together!" I then stood by the door. This action earned another set of confused glances from my mates. I smiled and they slowly began to get ready to leave. The first one to stand infant of the open door was Seungmin. I grabbed his hand and asked him to bend down. As soon as he did I gave him a quick peck on the lips, "I love you, see you soon Seungie!" He smiled and walked out the door after returning with a similar I love you in return.

I went through a similar action with every mate that walked past me to head to work. Each one gave me a smile and 'I love you too' before they left.

Once the door shut, I turned around to see Jeongin and Felix smiling at me. "Shall we spend the day cuddling together little one?" Felix asked while Jeongin opened his arms to me. I Nodded running into Jeogin's arms.

Masterlist

#stray kids #seo changbin #kim seungmin #tragic #childhood trauma #traumatic past #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #lee felix #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #yang jeongin #lee minho #bang chan

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vrancere · 10 months ago

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kanou's position on the tree of life

since I finally got all my thoughts about kanou-san into one text, I'll post this theory here too! it contains spoilers for the main game + dlc and hermit room

so, this is a theory about kanou being keter, which is the first sephirah on the tree of life. i'd like start with kanou’s color palette. i’ve seen that the color which represents keter can differ from one interpretation to another but the most common choice for it is white. according to kabbalah, white is not even a color! it doesn’t absorb anything – it’s hollow and transparent as a representation of the divine nature of the creator. it’s here, you can see it, but at the same time it doesn’t really exist; it receives nothing from the outside, it’s a new start, a ghost, a blank list which is purely empty. so keter expresses the human desire of wanting to become something and having potential but it doesn’t have any content by itself, which i believe fits into kanou’s whole wish of wanting to exist and have a presence in the real world (he accomplished it when he met haruki who is a representation of malkuth but before that he was on the constant brink of being forgotten and abandoned due to the fact he had nothing).

also keter is always about the present moment which is not connected to the past or future at all since it’s just a starting point! kanou states in q&a that he just lives in the moment, “just living is my hobby”, and everything else (like the question about his childhood) is left up to our interpretation.

additional details: keter’s body part is focused on the head, and kanou was about to decapitate himself with a scalpel. keter is associated with pluto (it’s ironic considering the whole history of pluto and the topic of keter/kanou being nothing and not fitting anywhere), and pluto is a scorpio’s planet. hehe, kanou is a scorpio! a cool coincidence! kanou is also associated with rainbows somehow as i can tell judging by the stickers/keychains fukao made. keter manifests itself in malkuth (rainbow represents malkuth), and malkuth manifests itself in keter, the end would not exist without the start and vice versa.

my kanatou-pilled thoughts on this matter: i've already stated that haruki is malkuth, while kanou is keter, yeah? it creates a possibility of them symbolically representing the end and the start, almost like an ouroboros. kanou accomplished his goal of having a place in the world and be remembered by someone because of haruki's decision to carry it on - keter manifests in malkuth and receives the colors/meaning of its existence.

one key-point which is missing: i’m not really sure about kanou being fully meta-aware as others on tree of life though. he says "i just came here to research the cells, i don't know anything about what they believe, but i think if the god they believe in really does exist, then the comedy would just be using it" (thanks to vidofnir for bringing this up!!!!) so he doesn't really interested in the topic of god's love. i think that “meta-awareness” can differ depending on the position on the tree of life. judging by the concept of keter, i can assume that keter is the only one aspect that doesn’t interested in god's love since the world was born not from god's love but from god's will. this is just the beginning, the first god’s thought about “commedia”, and god’s love appears at the next stages of the tree of life when he (god) starts to create his world. for example, chokmah is the representation of god’s creativity and wisdom, his ‘what if’, which fits into mutei’s rebellious ‘if i was a god’ and his actions in general. mutei, while existing as the second sephirah, needs to acknowledge god’s existence in order to reach his goals. keter is more like a state where god has not taken any actions yet so we can’t really say that he and his love exist.

and one more interesting detail but it would not be related to kanou!! we know that keter stops players from accessing too much information in the HR, yeah? so there’s the fact that keter’s assigned angel is metatron while metatron is considered to be the guardian of heavenly secrets <3 i love it

#cell of empireo #coe spoilers #kanou aogu #there's also a glimpse of kanatou #rambles #im Normal

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verishere · 2 months ago

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For Liam and Axel, how about 🎮🎻 💯?

🎮 three hobbies

Three hobbies for each, discounting their Skill.

Axel first:

Dance! They practice dance routines and make their own pretty often.

Next is pottery, mostly inspired from Hilrokin, though Axel isn't the best at this one- painting is their favorite art to do still.

Cooking. They learned culinary skills in Blonicku and have never forgotten, they love to cook (and usually experiment. Explosively).

Liam:

Singing. His partner is well renowned as the best singer in the world, and over 5000 years living with her he picked up some. He's never going to be famed for it, which is why I put it as a hobby, but he did get good at it over that long.

Writing. He really loves reading, to a neurotic degree, and he picked up writing as well. Most of what he writes is guides, nonfiction histories, etc, but under some pen names he has written fiction- mostly romance novels, which is why their under a pen name.

Hunting. Most of the meat in either the palace of the sun or the Nulyradon's palace (more on that in its own worldbuilding post, I only just realized I never talked about it) that the Nulyradons specifically eat was hunted by him.

🎻

Axel has never played any instrument, but Liam can play the piano and the organ. He's very good at playing it, doesn't compose well- his only well known composition was for his and Freya's wedding song (and that one he didn't actually play himself at the wedding)

💯 three random facts

Axel:

Axel has had to- multiple times- be stopped from adopting orphans they found. Or rather, convinced it was probably a bad idea, and send them on to someone else- no one can really stop them. After A Certain Spoilery Event Axel stopped doing this, but early on Hilrokin almost had a pack of dozens of siblings.

Axel has two usual, casual outfits. One is a dress that goes down halfway to their knees, with high heels and a ribbon tied through on top of their hair. The colors can be Literally Anything. The other is something they came up with, which is pretty much just a robe without any sleeves. It reaches their feet, and a part of it is capable of wrapping around their neck if they choose too.

Something I just recently changed, Axel is heterochromatic. One eye is red rimmed with golden centers, and the other is green rimmed with purple centers. This usually means that even though they look near nothing alike, Hilrokin is often assumed to be Axel's biological child even before she is introduced as Axel's daughter, purely for how rare heterochromia is (even rarer in this world than IRL, by like four times). Part of Axel's decision to adopt Hilrokin had actually been those eyes- they saw themselves in Hilrokin, and remembered what it was like to lose your home.

Liam:

He pretty much only drinks water. Almost no other drink at all, whether its alcoholic or not, he will almost never drink anything else. He says that flavor within liquid is "loud" which no one else is yet to understand. Freya thinks he's mad.

Despises tight clothing. He's got sensory issues and tight clothing of any kind is a nightmare for him. His shoes can be tight, no other clothing. In large part because of this, he shows the most skin out of anyone when he dresses, even if its for an important event. Not scandalously so, by our definitions anyways; several cultures in world do think it is scandalous, but he doesn't care.

Speaking of scandalous, here's something I've kinda talked about before but with a few details I defo haven't. He lives for the entire 5,000 year long dark years as a monarch of the whole world. He is in that role less often than his family is, as he's busy with Watcher and Keeper things, but he does at least once every few years end up in the council room or diplomatic meets of some nation. He does not give one single fuck about specific culture's ideas on whats proper. You know cutlery etiquette exists? He'd laugh in your face. Anyways the specific event I mentioned is at a meeting with the council of this one kingdom I have yet to name, several people were constantly giving him dark looks at their feast. He had no idea why they were, and didn't really care, though he did notice. Eventually they were done eating and changed venue to the typical council chambers, and on the way a courtier stopped him to explain the dark looks. It is in their culture considered improper to eat meats without cutting them first, so while he picked up the meet with the silverware and ripped it off with his teeth they were cutting it up into bites. He hadn't touched his knife. Liam smiled, said "thank you, I'll keep that in mind" and so the next day as they feasted before he parted from their region, he ate the entire meal with his bare fucking hands.

#oc posts #Axel #Liam #asks #ask games #oc mention but

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kamesama · 7 months ago

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— match-up trade: jjk.

for @jae-pudding › match-up trades › i think it's safe to say i made up my mind fairly quickly, but it was a close call between two characters... i'm not gonna keep rambling; i hope you like it!

your match: gojō satoru.

mischievous pranks. learning new things. the most random trivia casually shared throughout an outing. matching clothes. simple-looking but expensive gifts. taste of mint and ice. grunge. polaroids kept in phone-cases, wallets or nightstand's drawers. sunglasses. takeout. paint splattered across a pure white canvas. selfies portraying bright smiles, taken on a whim. men's labello lip balm. squeezed citrus. being eager to speak even with mouth full. conversing well into the night and realising it's 2am. movie nights; salt on your lips and body under a blanket. video games with vhs filter.

there are plenty of similarities, such as the most obvious affection for the mischief as your lips struggle not to arch into a grin whilst some poor unfortunate soul's tongue stumbles over words — or the lack of thereof. the hunger for mental stimuli is clearly present, and gojō satoru would so very love to satiate it. or at least attempt to, for such starvations are oftentimes a pull of gaping bottomless holes.

a potential for acquaintanceship is clearly present, along with the smallest tidbit for some friendly rivalry, or a partnership in crime. it starts with a knowing glance thrown across the room, followed by the nod utterly drenched in understanding before all chaos breaks loose — your words braid together perfectly, fitting like puzzle pieces to form a proper, believing story. it is very likely that yūji ends up victim to your schemes — megumi had long learned not to trust whatever symbiosis occurs between you and gojō-sensei.

but it wouldn't be gojō satoru if he didn't nick a nerve or two; all your similarities aside, this man makes for a far messier phenomena than you could ever hope to be. watch him arrive late to an appointed date, his posture outlined with leisure and with a shameless smile on his face. he makes up for it, though, confident that he could bribe you with your favourite snack or sweet. or his charm, if need be. perhaps a little exasperating, but it wouldn't be a match if it ticked all the boxes, now would it?

yes, he is skilled in everything he tries, but that brings with it an unshakable confidence. should you wish to explore a new place, visit some exotic spot or try something completely insane, gojō would very well be your partner in crime. true, he may whine and pout here and there, but would he say no to something interesting and exciting? never. in fact, he may just come like a whirlwind and suggest you join him on his newest 'that-came-out-of-nowhere' trip. and trust me, he can be very persuasive himself.

there is a lot of space. akin to a cat, gojō sometimes displays fragments of clingy behaviour, but he is more than content with any distance you may desire. he is not tied down by some conservative view of handling one's emotions or expressing their feelings, so there's a sense of respect and understanding towards the ways you digest yours. gojō can stand his own ground, for independence seeps from his very pores. that being said, satoru does not embody an image of someone that you could dislike, for he is witty, capable, and knowledgeable. he may not look like it, but he is a good listener; as someone without all too many hobbies, gojō would adore to at the very least hear you speak of your own interests. go on, tell him how bothersome and insistent weeds in your garden seem to be.

and speaking of digestion, you better believe that satoru indulges you and your cravings — whether they include that itch for knowledge and something new, or a desire to try out that delectable option on the menu of a new restaurant. if anything, you may find satoru eye you as you erase the attribute of 'famished' off your name. there is something cute about it, he says, don't mind me, keep eating.

other matches: nanami kento.

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.

#jjk #jjk match up #jujutsu kaisen #match up #jae-pudding

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tired-biscuit · 2 years ago

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Ever think about kibas dad? How he ran away from the clan bc his mom scared him off? When did that man leave? No father figure now he gotta be the most macho man ever.

i love this ask, thank you for sending it. my thoughts are under the cut, i hope you don’t mind the headcanons i’ve come up with!!

yeah, i actually have already written about kiba’s feelings revolving around his dad’s absence in a fic of mine that i finished last year.

i like to think that not having a father figure around would have bothered him mostly in his childhood years, when he’s still young enough that he lives at home and is still sort of figuring out how to find himself; especially if you consider the fact that he’s the only man left in the house as a result.

to me, kiba strikes me as a ‘stereotypical’ boy. he likes ‘manly’ things and he wants to do ‘manly’ stuff and have ‘manly’ hobbies, if you get what i mean?

he wants to go fishing, and wants to learn how to be the one that fixes things around the house without having to ask for help. he wants to learn how to shave without cutting his cheek every single time, and to go camping in the wilderness, and to just be able to understand this entirely male side of him (both mentally and physically) that his mom and sister can’t really help him deal with sometimes, because they can’t really relate with it first hand, even if they do try to understand it better for his sake.

being the only boy in a women-only household, he wants his masculinity to stand out. consequently, he wants his dad to be his hero and his role model and whatnot, not his mom, just because he’s still young and he relates more to his old man at that time (even though the only thing they have in common is that they’re the same gender.)

it’s an outright silly way of thinking if you ask me, perhaps even old fashioned to some degree, but you can’t really blame him, he’s practically still just a kid. and luckily for him, he loses that mentality by the time he reaches adulthood, or at best when he hits the end of puberty.

i think that’s also the time when he starts to cherish his mom more and all that she does for him. he also lands on common ground with his sister, now that he’s more mature and understands her better.

but yeah, i do think kid kiba has always had this amazing image of his dad set in his head even though the fact that he went completely AWOL on him disappoints him more than he tends to admit. after all, loyalty is a trait that he respects the most in a person because he’s immensely loyal himself. he doesn’t just ‘give up’ when things get bad — it’s literally not in his blood. and the fact that he shares said blood with someone who’s a ‘coward’ in his eyes so to speak, repulses him greatly by the time he’s grown into a man.

though by saying that he doesn’t relent, i don’t mean that he’d be pushy for his parents to stay together even if it just wouldn’t work between them, of course. sure, kiba’s stubborn like a bull and is incredibly determined (sometimes overwhelmingly so), but he’s also intuitive and surprisingly emotionally smart. he can read the room (he’s just blunt and honest to the point that he comes across as mean and inconsiderate in most situations, and even then it’s done purely by choice), so imo, he could have handled his parents getting divorced completely fine at the end of the day.

so yeah, he doesn’t mind having divorced parents. the problem that he has with his father isn’t that he left, per se, it’s rather the way he left that bothers him. that he just… picked up his stuff and ran as far as his feet were willing to carry him instead of being direct and sorting it out bravely like most inuzuka tend to do, ya know? it shatters that perfect, strong, courageous image that he’s always painted of his dad, who is of course; a man, much like he is himself and he definitely does not want to represent cowardice!

but at the end of the day, he’s got his mom and his sister who he’s super close with now. and while he does seem to be pretty content with that by the time he’s older, that entire comment he made in shippuden made it seem like he is (or at least used to be) upset/disappointed by his dad pulling the ‘i’m just going to the store to get some milk, brb’ move on him and his sibling, which is to be expected of course..….…..

if anything else, i think besides the bitter feelings, the absence of a father figure would give him the motivation and mental push to strive to be the best one he could be for his own children, if he had any. it’s definitely a coping mechanism that i see working well with his personality.

and btw, that doesn’t mean that tsume didn’t do a great job at raising both him and hana or that he doesn’t love his mom to bits. she’s the type of woman to obtain both parental figures and absolutely rocks them whilst doing so. truly a badass mom!!

also, i will always stand by the fact that kiba eventually grew into the role of becoming a momma’s boy one way or another.

#biscuit mail #kiba

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alephnol · 2 years ago

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General Info

Name: Nikolai braginsky

Nickname: Sky-Na5

Gender: male

Race: cyborg? (Russo-Ukrainian)

Age: 28

Appearance

Height: 7”

Weight: 235 pounds

Hair: imagine male octoling, now with hair, this hair is translucent with LED’s adorning it. Sides shaven with cool light accessories

Skin: almost translucent pale

Distinguishing marks: well, none?

Eyes: pure blue, near almond, pupils white hollow diamond.

Clothing: gothic cybernetic stuff

Personality

Temperament: ISTJ

Very serious and dedicated to his craft, protective, slow burn kinda guy. Very soft inside if you break his hard shell.

Moral/ethical beliefs: justice is more important than custom morality. What comes around goes around. Take time for trust.

Religious beliefs: probably Was catholic, now undecided.

Political stance: he only cares about which side makes more sence. Hates politics.

Hobbies: he writes music, jams out in his room, reads, and overall just chills.

Habits: he has a mild drinking problem, flinching when someone comes too close

Quirks/eccentricities: has a thing for people he can’t Stand? Believes that chilli is superior in all shapes or forms.

Likes: goulash, chili, goat, milk, Smirnoff, music, flashing lights

Dislikes: all but one of his siblings, murderers without purpose, cheese by itself

Fears: scared of ivanska, death(slightly) scorpions, gunshots (from other sources)

Strengths: very strong and agile, very stoic and good at using his emotions to intimidate if need be. Great memory.

Weaknesses: trauma can trigger a very mean side to him. (Ptsd) too many people gets him paranoid

Short term goals: wants to get over his crush on fourtbit

Long term goals: maybe get married and have a tzaritsa, and to be mentally happy? To kill lunny and ivanska

Hopes and desires: he wishes that he can float in an endless dark void. He wishes he could express himself better

Occupation: assassin/hitman and music writer

Skills: logical thinking, high memory, deadface, encrypting, instrumental music writer, mild coder

Secrets:

He was nearly murdered by lunny, which is where his paranoia comes from, he is the only “straight” (secretly pan) in his family, and is a big ally, Hates his government, has two pairs of arms, his eyes are actually LED’s, not socket eyes.

Gear

Always has:

Gun, sickle, some kind of drink (usually water)

Sometimes has:

16 journals, shotgun, books, his previous models

Explicit

Many vibrators, like, an entire box full

Events and History

Recent notable events

He gains a crush on fourtbit, the semi popular singer who likes seeing people happy

Bad events in the past

One of his brothers, who is disguised as in the costume “lunny”, shoots him in the jaw, somehow missing his brain entirely, then using a knife to saw off his arms minus the bone

He nearly died from bloodloss if it weren’t for Maksim, the youngest brother, to turn him into a cyborg with the help of one of his friends.

Only Maksim and lunny know, ivanska has no idea that lunny tried to kill Nikolai, and was only told he beat Nikolai up.

Good events in the past

He was reconstructed as a cyborg and kept getting new models for him. He was “adopted” by fourtbit’s crew to try to help him fit in. Good thing he likes his crew and treats them like family.

History and background details

Warning, most of the story includes mildly homophobic characters, which makes sence for the time period, and place.

Nikolai has three other brothers, ivanska, Maksim, and [REDACTED]. you see, Maksim is gay, along with ivanska. However, ivanska diddnt like the fact that Maksim was gay because of internalized homophobia. He asked [REDACTED] that he was disturbed by it and to talk to him. However, Nikolai butted in saying it was fine. Ivanska then understood. [REDACTED] however, was homophobic, and beat up Nikolai for standing up for Maksim. Eventually, one of these fights ended up being his last, as [REDACTED] shoots him and renders him immobile. Maksim ends up finding out and is devastated. Not letting his brother die, he built him into a cyborg.

Years later, [REDACTED] is assasinated by ivanska via a spring lock bunny suit resembling a white bunny.

#oc art dump #oc rambling #cyborg oc #Russian cyborg

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cassiopeiagarcia · 1 year ago

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‘For such a clever girl you do a lot of stupid things.’ Her stone-cold words and tone clashing with the crooked smile her lips bent into, Andrómeda was a vision. She had always been, as far as Cass' memory went… which wasn’t too much. Roughly eighty-seven years. She had lived longer than that, twenty-six years longer, in fact, but of that previous life before being bitten by Laszlo Cravensworth, her brother-in-law, and turned into a creature of the night, she had little recollection.

‘Yeah, I admit it wasn’t my best idea.’ Cass’ shrugged, as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair, changing her position because under the stare of her sister’s dark brown eyes, one could stay still for only so long.

She had, not for the first time, decided to terrorize her neighbors. Nothing much. Just used her telekinesis to make a few books fall from the shelves, get their dog to stare at an empty corner of the house and bark and groan and howl for a while. But yeah… since it hadn’t really… been the first time…

‘They’re going to end up calling a priest.’ A thick British accent. Laszlo, entering the room, smiling adoringly towards his wife as if they were still in the honeymoon phase instead of about to celebrate ninety years of marriage. He didn’t sound disappointed, only perhaps… mildly annoyed, but Cass’d bet he was used to her antics after an entire lifetime of putting up with her and Hércules.

‘Noooooo, they won’t. They’re atheists. They’ll probably just… move somewhere else.’

‘Like the previous ones did?’

‘Come on, Lasz! Admit it. It was a little funny.’ Cass tried her best. The same lopsided smile Andro had, but showing her teeth. Like a shark, or a wolf; like a predator. She lifted index and thumb, separating them only by a few millimeters. ‘Hilarious, I’d say.’

‘It was, but…’

‘That’s not the problem, Cass,’ Andro interrupted. She was shaking her head, but she wasn’t angry. More like… worried? ‘We need to keep low. Hércules works in Walmart. Why can’t you…?’

‘I’m not working in Walmart.’

‘No, no, of course not. But maybe… find some hobbies? Try to get out of the house? Hopefully do something that doesn’t involve our possible demise.’

‘Easy to say. You can be here forever and you’ll never get bored.’ Cass looked at Andro. Her older sister was beautiful, tasteful, discreet, elegant, had a refined sense of humor and an eye for business and, even if she was always the brightest star in the room, she never, ever, stole anybody’s entire attention for herself. Everybody loved her. Laszlo most of all. Proof of that were the moans and groans and different sounds of pleasure that flooded their bedchamber every single night. And sometimes, mornings and afternoons, too.

The black-haired woman looked at the ring that adorned one of her hands. A gigantic diamond, the biggest stone that Cass had ever seen. She was glad Andro was happy. She was glad that they’ll be together as a family forever – literally. She just wished her idea of having fun didn’t clash as much with Lasz and Andro’s.

She sighed, and, seeing as she wasn’t going to get an answer from neither of her companions, ended up nodding. ‘Sure. I’ll try to keep my torturing to a bare minimum.’

Again, she found herself missing someone. Something. A mask. A white mask with six eyes, that’d cover everything but the lower half of the face of the person wearing it. She didn’t know why, but in the last eighty-seven years, that mask had appeared in her mind time and time again, like a calming balm, like a beacon of sanity, like God’s answer to a prayer. Whenever she thought about it, Cass felt at home. A love so pure that it couldn’t be questioned. Where are you?, she asked, not for the first time.

Could he (she was sure it was a he) hear her? Would he answer, if he did?

The letter had arrived a few days after that conversation.

Dear Vampires, from all around the world.

We cordially invite you to a ball, a party, a reunion. It has been far too long since our last meeting in 1965… was it 1965? Ah, how fleeting memories are when you live forever. Anyway, we did think it was time for a réunion, as the French would say. To meet the newest members of our ranks, as well as to resume contact.

Please, confirm your attendance.

Signed,

The Vampiric Council.

‘A party,’ Andro summarized, after reading the letter out loud, with barely contained excitement. Laszlo, with his right arm surrounding his wife’s waist, was also smiling; he smiled whenever she smiled, so that literally said nothing about what he thought of this whole thing. He would have flooded their house with cockroaches, if Andrómeda had said it made her happy.

‘Cool.’ Hércules was a chill, laid-back guy. He was sitting down in one of the sofas in the living room, dressed with wide-leg jeans and a cool graphic t-shirt from some videogame only he knew about, reading a comic book distractedly, one he held between fingers full of rings. None of them silver, of course.

Cass was the only killjoy. Her immediate response was to pout. ‘I don’t want to go.’

She wished she hadn’t said anything, because suddenly, her family members were looking at her with interrogative eyes.

‘What? I never have a good time. It’s always the same thing,’ She complained, feeling more and more like a toddler about to have a tantrum. ‘I don’t like it. If I hear one more comment about me having weird fangs again…’

It was common knowledge that all vampires had different fangs, depending on their bloodline. Andrómeda and Hércules had the same as Laszlo. Because he had been the one to turn them. And, while he had turned Cass too, hers were different; slightly bigger, more animalistic. Why? Nobody knew. But everytime she had met other vampires they had said the same thing: oh, what a strange pair of fangs you have, never seen anything quite like it…

It annoyed her. It made her feel like an outcast.

‘Cass…’ Andro was suddenly by her side. Her movements, fast and quiet. If Cass hadn’t seen her feet touching the ground she would have thought her older sister was levitating. ‘I want you to come. And… you should come, you’ll see Airi. And Aki.’

‘They’re your friends, not mine.’

‘They love you.’

Fine. She loved them too, but to admit it would be to lose what little power she had left.

‘I reaaaaaaally don’t want to go.’

‘Cassiopeia,’ Laszlo only used her full name when he was serious about something. ‘We all want you to come. It wouldn’t be the same without you.’

A small smile, but she still wasn’t fully convinced. Hércules stood up, then, throwing his comic book aside with all the drama and flair he could manage. ‘If you don’t come, I won’t go either, but you know this is probably my only chance to get laid in at least a decade, so…’

That made her laugh, and she ended up nodding, feeling like this was a battle she couldn’t really win. ‘Fine, I’ll go. But only because it’s the only way Hércules can get a potential partner for the night. Can I wear a Halloween mask and scare people?’

‘No,’ Andrómeda said, as stern and loving as only a mother (or a mother figure) could be. ‘But, you can wear one of my dresses.’

#monthlyAU002 #vampy au #collab with the love of my life brielle #the adventures of cassie and the sibs in yet another universe

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hi.. i really really like adona, your design and the way you draw her is absolutely gorgeous!! can you tell more about her? if you want of course

hello there!!! im so happy you like her she's one of the ocs i've had the longest (i think i've had her since 2015...?) and she underwent some fun changes even tho her basis never really shifted much :-)

ummm since her backstory is a little convoluted (and admittedly i need to rework it a bit bc of some facts i want to change), i'll tell you a bit about her interests and her personality! i'm gonna talk about her in her standard universe (in which she's salice's flatmate in a story set in 1997).

adona was born in lucca, italy (in tuscany). Due to circumstances unknown she was soon an orphan, and was adopted by an elderly witch [temporarily named ilphra] that resided not too far from the outer confines of the city.

adona used to be a witch. used to. she does not like to talk about it as an adult. as a fact, however, she used to be a mistress of plague (aka a witch that studies and practices magic revolving bacteria, viruses and illnesses).

due to an accident caused by those powers, she gave up magic very fast after that event causing her to abhor and resent any usage of it for the rest of her life.

moved to the uk in hopes to find some kind of fortune after her guardian passed away from old age.

became a barista full time, and part time she loves to dabble in stand-up comedy. she is frankly very good at both.

has a strong affinity and affection towards corvids. she used to be around them all the time when younger and still likes to socialize with them.

adona is trans and has come out as such since when young - ilphra was supporting of her identity and was an eccentric type herself, meaning she held little to no prejudices towards the matter. adona takes hormones as an adult, did voice training but speaks usually in her natural voice, and is almost entirely hairless on her body due to genetics.

adona is also bisexual but keeps her horizons extremely broad, she tends not to have particular preferences but appreciates more partners that are shorter than her and has a mild preference towards more masc, butch & androgynous folks. she likes yappers and people who also cant' shut the fuck up like her

she shaves her eyebrows. it started as a youthful mistake and it just stuck with her. it became a signature look for her.

she is 193 cm tall and likes to be SO fucking braggy about it (good for her. i envy her.)

she has a few tattoos i need to jot down eventually, but to explain quickly she has the scientific schemes of alchemical elements from shoulder to shoulder and a rose with thorns tramp stamp.

adona can play the acoustic guitar and does it from time to time as a hobby or during stand-up routines.

she enjoys heist movies and trashy b-movies that suck so bad they're good. she also enjoys horror as a genre in general (ranging from the serious ones to the less than deep ones). she also enjoys the fantasy genre more or less

honestly very likely she enjoys ttrpgs and rpgs in general, she's a gal that loves to act and play roles.

became salice's flatmate 5 years prior to the story necrologio out of pure coincidence; she saw salice had put up a newspaper announcement in search for a roommate and going off the name she decided to apply as she thought rooming with another italian would've been convenient... which it ended up being... for the most part...

this is most things i can think of off the top of my head!!! if you want to know more about her you can definitely always ask ! <3

since she technically lives in 1997 this is also something that used to be a fact but i've retconned since then, but when i initially made her i used to have the career of a gaming twitch streamer.

#oc rambles #asks #thanks for asking about adona shes my Best Girl. With Problems.

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adrianasunderworld · 3 years ago

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I've mentioned twst dilf dad gothel before and I have more ideas. Also I've Raps here is a boy.

Gothel is a botanist. His expertise is in medical plants. For the most part he's lived out in the woods doing his research by himself. One of the plants that he's studied is the sun drop flower. It hasn't been see in centuries,if there wasn't official documentation that is existed long ago, then he would be convinced it was a myth.

When he first saw Raps as a baby and saw his magic hair, he knew immediately what it was. Over hearing they were essentially going to sell the baby to the highest bidder, Gothel got the authorities involved. The baby's birth parents couldn't be found and Gothel went out of his way to adopt them afterward.

Raps grew up being his dad's assistant. He was homeschooled, learned about plants, and had a dozen hobbies to entertain himself with out there. Gothel knew kids need socializing though, so to keep Raps from being a complete shut in, he did his best to take his son on all sorts of weekend or day trips. Signing him up for different clubs for children in the town near where they lived. His little ray of sunshine didn't have much trouble making friends once he got used to other people.

Gothels intentions were not to study Raps hair. But...science. Something as rare as the magic sun flower has to at least have some documentation. Getting rid of such a rarity before he can study it for medical purposes is the only reason he hasn't just chopped off Raps hair to be done with it, at least until he’s older and decides to do so himself. Raps, however, once did not heed his fathers warning that his hair will not grow back if he cuts it, when he was about fourteen. This dumbass tried to cut himself some cool spiky anime boy bangs, and now he has choppy brown hair in front. Whoopsie.

Gothel is a bit of a clutz. Stubs his toe, cuts his hands on tools, forgets to handle a plant that irritates the skin without gloves. He's always just shrugged it off. Not Raps though. He's been stubborn on the matter since he was old enough to comprehend his powers. Every time his dad hurts himself, Raps insists to heal it. What good are healing powers if you don't put it to use after all? Gothel knows the flowers healing properties are so potent they can, to an extent, reverse the aging process. So he wasn't surprised after a while that he ended up looking half his age. He's sixty, but looks the same as he did at thirty. At least his back problems are gone.

Gothel has a daughter from long before he adopted Raps. Though she is grown now while her brother is only sixteen. Due to the age gap and living separately Raps entire life, Cass feel more like a cool aunt than an older sister. She’s the only one that tells their he’s going overboard with his protectiveness.

Despite Gothel doing his best to make sure Raps has some social skills, he's always been one to hover. Due to how Raps came to be adopted, and the records of the princess who was kidnapped with the same condition, Gothel is rather paranoid when it comes to his son's safety. Raps has never gone anywhere without his father. Every club activity, playdate, and outing was overseen by Gothel. The boy never got to have sleepovers, could never go out with friends if Gothel could not chaperone. Raps knew his father did it out of pure protectiveness, but it got insanely frustrating the older he got.

This all came to a head when Gothel got a well paying job offer at Night Raven College to be a botany professor and over see the botanical garden. Raps was going to start his first year of highschool that year, and as a child of staff he could attend no problem. Everything was falling into place. Except for one thing. Raps didn't want to go to NRC, he wanted to go to RSA. This caused a huge argument, their first real one in fact. When Gothel came to Raps room later that night, he found his son had run off. He had snuck off to be with his friends and away from his father for a while. That's when Gothel realized Cass was right, and all he had done was smother his son. That Raps was only going to rebel more and might do something even more dangerous than just going to a friends house. After the boy came home, they had a long talk, and Gothel decided he wanted to take the job at NRC, but Raps could go to RSA if he truly wanted. It was time to cut the cord.

That being said, old habits die hard. Gothel still calls his son everyday, is always sending care packages to RSA, is on top of all the updates they send to parents and guardians. Despite that though, Raps is still a papas boy at heart, and knows his dad is trying to do better.

Raps will sometimes visit his father at NRC, and despite the on sight rivalry, everyone knows Professor Gothels son is off limits. He will give you a months worth of detention and drag you to the headmage office himself.

Students wonder how old professor Gothel is. he’ll have graying hair and lines under his eyes for a few weeks. Then he goes to visit his son for the weekend or vice versa and suddenly he looks no older than professor Crewel. Everyone is too scared to bring it up to him.

At the time the game takes place, Raps is a second year. He gets along really well with Silver and Kalim. Idia initially didn’t like him, his very sunny disposition and extrovertness was not his thing. until...

“Idia! I heard you like anime too! Check out this drawing I did, I think I got really good at copying the style of this series.”

“...you know what, you're alright.”

#twisted wonderland #father gothel #twst oc

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deceitful-darlings · 3 years ago

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@sleepy-kat14 matchup commissions

Yandere/Normal matchup

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From: Twisted Wonderlandland

I match you with...

Sebek Zigvolt

As mean spirited as he comes across, Sebek is capable of being sweet...occasionally. At the beginning it was pretty much total disrespect, talking down at you for being human, and the fact that you tend to not argue due to your meekness is something that means he tends to focus on you because you’re one of the only people that listens to him whether you’re actually invested in what he says or not. But as one of the few people that does, he soon finds himself invested in you because of that, he can shout and brag about Malleus to his heart’s content, so of course he’s concerned about how you, a human who knows your place, is doing.

You’re a human therefore he'll see you as being foolish no matter what you do, you’re small and weak, so easy to hurt, so soft...not that he acknowledges the more pleasant thoughts for a while. It's only when Lilia notices the way he looks at you, really digs and pretty much forces him to confront his own feelings that he actually realises he feels something other than a different form of superiority. Of course, these newly discovered feelings don’t change that aspect of him, therefore they simply channel in a slightly different way to how they were before. He’ll come up with any excuse to keep you near, always going on about how weak you are, how even a pathetic human could do damage to you with you being so weak.

You’re weak, so that means you should listen to someone stronger than you, and he’s more than confident in his ability to surpass most of the students in other dorms, if that’s the case then you should simply follow him, it’s the chain of command and he’s above you. He’s not very tactful when it comes to expressing himself, so even his praise often ends up with some form of whip against you mixed in, which just makes a pure compliment from him that much sweeter. But even following Lilia’s advice and trying to be a little less harsh with you, he finds his possessiveness hard to control.

He’s strong and he knows it, he could beat any human easily, but he has to be there to beat them, a simple shove could be enough to harm you and they take only a few seconds! Not only that, but others lie, humans, beastmen, merfolk, the other, lesser fae, they’re deceitful and dishonest, and you just aren’t on guard at all, doing any little thing they want, it’s so frustrating from him. He can’t leave Malleus’ side, so you’ll just have to come to him, he’ll lower himself to sharing his room with you he supposes, Ramshackle is cold, and you can die from something so simple, right? Be grateful he’s agreed to take you on! He gets aggressive to anyone that interacts with you outside of his immediate group, and of course that frustration affects his mood towards you, so avoiding others becomes natural to keep him happy, his contentment gives you a little more freedom in the dorm to carry out hobbies, cook and bake for the two of you, read in front of the fire, but his insecurity will have him looking for any chance to remove those privileges, or at least exchange them. You were hanging out with Ace and Deuce, you clearly prefer their company over his so why should he let you hug him? Napping is lazy, you should be getting up when he is! But maybe you can sleep in if you come straight back to the room after lessons, no wasting time in the common room. His attempts at control are clumsy, but with your want for validation and love, it doesn’t even matter in the end.

From: Obey Me!

I match you with...

Lucifer

As the Avatar or Pride, Lucifer is the kind of possessive that builds over time, for you at least. He’s intelligent enough to know that doing things too quickly will get him noticed, and he’s prideful enough to manipulate you into his arms without there being too much of a fight from you. He takes note of everything that you do, all of your quirks and anything about you that could be useful for him in making it so things go to plan for him, he finds them quickly and efficiently without you even noticing, and he’ll come up with excuses or caveats for your hobbies and desires. After the years he’s spent dealing with his brothers as well as various other demons, he’s someone who knows how to find weaknesses in anything, he’s not the right hand man of the Demon Prince for no reason after all.

Napping in public is too risky, therefore you can now only do so in his room, the one place his brothers will never go, you get overwhelmed easily? To be expected of a fragile human, go and rest in his room where you’ll get some peace. The devildom is his home, he knows how dangerous it is so why wouldn’t you believe him? He’s such a trustworthy figure that you can’t even think to imagine that his advice has any other purpose than your comfort, not seeing the deathly glares he sends to any demon who tries to get even remotely close to you. Even if you tried to question him, he would simply give you a look that makes you shrink back into yourself, feeling guilty for even having thought of questioning what he was doing and if it truly was in your best interest. His unreasonable demands are easily hidden behind doing the bidding of Diavolo to keep you safe, and what reason would there be for you to not trust him despite being a demon?

It’s a slow process that you don’t even notice, because it is comfortable for you, getting praise from someone like Lucifer is hard to come by, but whenever you follow his orders to stay inside, to do something or not do it, to avoid talking to certain demons, he’ll tell you how well you did, sometimes even patting your head if it was a particularly difficult request for you. You are allowed to chat to his brothers, his punishments are enough of a threat to not have you doing anything silly, but why would you want to disappoint him in the first place? Just be a good girl and wait for him, he’ll reward you if you do, you can think about what you want from him while you snuggle into his arms on his bed. It feels like a normal relationship, as long as you do what he says at least.

#yandere #matchup commission #sleepy-kat13 #yandere male #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #sfw #disney twst #commissions #yandere obey me #obey me!#obey me #commission

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shotorozu · 4 years ago

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hellooo i saw this tiktok video and was wondering if you can please do this for shoto kaminari and bakugou

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJkeaV68/

‘i got a big fat 😳🎂’

character(s) : todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, bakugou katsuki (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack (x reader)

note(s) : LMAO ANON YOU LITERALLY READ MY MIND?? I WAS GOING TO DO THIS EVEN WITHOUT A REQUEST— great to know that i have the same thinking process with you 🤩

»»————-　♡　————-««

todoroki shouto

noooow

you know shouto’s always willing to do tiktok challenges with you— he might be clueless when it came to social media (because of end**vor)

but! he’s gotten used to your antics most of them anyway

but he’s sort of confused when you show him a video of a couple uh.. walking?? he can’t tell what they’re doing exactly

“what,, are they doing?” is what he asked when you showed him the tiktok, brows furrowed in confusion

“they’re uh.. kekeing how do i explain it— nevermind that! just do whatever i do, shouto!”

he’s still confused as hell 🧍‍♀️ but he decides to not ask any questions, and push through with it, just by seeing the excited look on your face

and the audio 😳 i mean, it’s not,, wrong. to him, your cake is some fine ass cake :))

you lead him out of the frame, and you hit play— not giving shouto time to ‘rehearse’

it might seem to be that shouto has no reaction to the audio, but if you look closely— the corners of his lips are tugged upwards slightly

and he follows your every command, when you gesture for him to copy you.

now, shouto’s got the dance steps down, but man’s terribly stiff 😭 he also kept looking at you (specifically your ass) to see if he was doing things correctly

afterwards, the two of you take a look at the video. and, he asks you if the tiktok needs to be filmed once again by your silent reaction

but he’s appalled when he sees you literally driven to tears from pure, unfiltered laughter

you assure him with a kiss that you’re fine, and insist that the tiktok is fine as you upload it— and you cuddle with shouto for the rest of the day, letting the tiktok marinate

the next day comes by, and tiktok BLEW UP. like.. blew up, really. they should be honored that they’ve witnessed shouto strut to nicki minaj

the comments being well, absolutely hilarious. you could read through the comments again and again, and not be bored

“mann your boyfriend 😭 he’s staring too hard” “YUHH GET IT, I GUESS” “go hot couple go ‼️”

needless to say, he didn’t hear the end of the conversation when bakugou found out about the tiktok

kaminari denki

if denki had a list of tiktok challenges he desperately wanted to do at some point in his life,

this would be in the top 3, for sure

so, luck seemed to be on his side when you approached him first— wanting to rope him in on another tiktok you wanted to do with him

hopefully one that doesn’t center him as the poor unfortunate victim

“you wanna do another tiktok?” he beams when you nod, and when you show him what the prank is— he’s excited!!

you can clearly tell that it didn’t take that much convincing

the blond’s also thankful that it’s not another tiktok that needs him to ask bakugou if he can say pegasus but without the pega 💀

“alright! tell me when we can do it,”

“right now.”

so here he is, standing beside you, as you set up your phone— absolutely confident on what he’s going to do

the tiktok starts running, and denki might’ve underestimated his eagerness, when the camera captures his eager expression 💀

there was no jumpscare warning

and you didn’t even have to say ‘c’mon‼️’ for him to follow your movements. as soon as you turned your back, he started moving along with you, and the music.

he was watching your movements, and he tried copying them to the best of his sloppy, hyper and exaggerated abilities

denki was so excited about being in the tiktok, to the point he literally crashed behind you— making the both of you tumble to the floor, laughing

and the tiktok’s results are pretty much unknown to him— minus the fact that you laughed HARDER when you re-watched the tiktok

“can i see?” he asks eagerly, but you swiftly reject— shoving his head away from your screen with a hand.

he pouts when you say “the results are a surprise!” a bummer, but he chooses to trust you, and the rest of the day is spent on the floor in pure enjoyment

you upload the tiktok and slowly but surely, it attracts people’s attention

because of denki’s eagerness— he,, did a fantastic job with the walk! you can even say that he did better than you, minus the not so graceful fall

even the comments agree with you “MAN HIS CAKE IS THANGING‼️” “he did awfully well omg 💀” “oh to have this relationship’s energy 😔 when can i find a dude like that?”

and when denki finally sees the tiktok’s results, he’s left in tears from laughing— reduced into wheezes

DANK-i : BABE WHDJWKDKE THE TIKTOK YOU JUST POSTED— 😭💀💀 IM IN TEARS

safe to say, his wish has been fulfilled, and he can pass away at any given moment, satisfied.

bakugou katsuki

bakugou katsuki will never admit that he does enjoy doing tiktoks with you

plot twist : he enjoys it a lot more than he expects

but he knows where the draw the line, and the line was at the new tiktok you’ve showed to him

“no.”

“but—”

“fuck no— if you wanted to twerk infront of a camera, go ahead by all means, just don’t rope me into it.”

he does have his reasons. one— the bakusquad will make fun of him, and two— if the tiktok were to blow up,, he wouldn’t live it down.

and it always does— he knows that tiktoks do particularly well if he makes an appearance.

“if i didn’t post it, would you do it with me?”

but katsuki seemed to be fine with that. with a roll of the eyes, he sighs— looking at the tiktok once again. he gets up from his seat when the tiktok’s over

“let’s do this fucking thing.” he says with determination, even though no one was going to see the tiktok anyway or so he thinks

the tiktok’s video timer starts counting down, giving the both of you guys ample time to get into position

a smirk couldn’t be held back when you state that “i have a big phat 🎂” it’s anything but lies, and it would be the only time katsuki would smile on camera

you go forward, and you gesture for him to follow on beat— with a focused glare, katsuki starts strutting with you like no one’s business

it’s at a slow pace, and people would’ve guessed that he had a stick up his ass, sure— but damn‼️ he has those moves.

and before the video actually ends, he’s seen turning around with a glare— to see if the camera’s not filming it’s still running, and the camera captures his expression

“not bad.” he can’t help but smirk at the results, when you replay the video “i’m referring to the both of us. and, didn’t know you could move like that.”

“katsuki, your pace was like a grandfather’s—”

“shut the hell up!”

but little did katsuki know, when he wasn’t looking, you published the tiktok online, for everyone to view (basically, 3M people have seen him strut to nicki minaj)

the comments were having a blast “we’ll disregard the pace, buT DAMN‼️WHERE DID HE GET THOSE MOVES?” “LOL HIS FACE AT THE END WAS LIKE👹🤨” “y’all catch that at the beginning? woooh he’s lovesick.”

when you woke up the next morning— you can hear the boom of his quirk outside of your room, and you can practically hear his not so happy voice

fly high 😔🕊 you will be missed

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arrowflier · 4 years ago

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Oh! I have a prompt. Post-series, Mickey and Carl: destructive due, but like juuuust this side of legal and definitely morally ambiguous. Extra points if Mickey is protective because family's family

Okay this is definitely not what you were expecting but I was having such a hard time thinking of something for them to do lol. Of course now that I've done it I have more logical ideas but too late.😅

“Fuck, get the fucking—”

“I’m gettin it, I’m gettin it!”

“Well get it faster, I’m bleeding the fuck out over here!”

Ian groaned at the loud voices coming from the kitchen, stirring awake from where he had been napping on the living room sofa.

“The fuck is going on?” he muttered, sitting up and wiping at his dry eyes. The voices in the other room had stopped, but were replaced by loud crashes and slamming drawers as someone searched for something and, apparently, didn’t find it quickly enough.

Ian pushed himself to his feet, letting the scratchy hand-made blanket slide to the floor, and wandered on stiff legs toward the noise.

When he got far enough to see into the kitchen, he stopped and rubbed his eyes again, just to make sure he wasn’t having some kind of weird dream.

“Mickey?” Ian asked, and his husband started, looking both surprised and guilty. Mickey sat at the kitchen table, clutching a raggedy old towel around one hand, a towel that was slowly turning red with seeping blood.

“Mickey, what happened?” Ian prodded, waking up enough to realize that this was not a normal thing for a Sunday evening. They had come by the house for a late lunch and stayed to hang out and play with Franny—how had Mickey ended up bleeding in the kitchen when Ian had left him just 30 minutes ago to shut his eyes for a spell?

“Nothin’, man, everything’s fine,” Mickey answered gruffly, not meeting Ian’s eyes. “Just had a little incident, it’s all good.”

“All good?” Ian repeated, voice rising. “Mickey, you’re bleeding!”

His husband just shrugged.

“I mean, yeah, but not that bad.”

Before Ian could tear into his husband for playing down his apparent injury, Carl was returning from the bathroom off the kitchen, first aid kit in one hand.

“Found it!” he cried, waving the thing around like a victory flag. “Let’s get you patched up before Ian…”

Carl trailed off, seeing that Ian was, in fact, already awake and aware.

“Before Ian what?” Ian himself asked lowly, and Carl glanced at Mickey before offering a too-casual shrug.

Ian sighed, rubbing the last of the sleep from his eyes, and gestured to Carl.

“Give it here,” he ordered. “I don’t know what you two got up to, but at least let me fix it.”

Carl passed the first aid kit over without a word, throwing Mickey an apologetic glance. Ian just opened the box and set it on the table, digging through it for alcohol wipes and gauze, and sat in front of Mickey to unwind the towel from his hand.

“You promised me you’d stop doing stupid shit, you know,” Ian reminded his husband, and Mickey scowled.

“No, I promised I’d do less stupid shit,” he corrected, “and this wasn’t fuckin’ stupid.”

Ian raised an eyebrow at that claim, but Carl was ready to back Mickey up.

“It was so badass, Ian,” he gushed immediately. “You should’ve seen him!”

“Seen him do what?” Ian asked cautiously as Mickey avoided his gaze some more. Finally removing the last layer of the towel, Ian winced when he saw the cuts on Mickey’s hand. “Seen him slice himself up?” he added, but Carl shook his head.

“Nah, that happened after,” he said, then frowned. “Or during, I guess? But it wasn’t his fault, that thing had it out for him!”

Dare he ask? Ian wondered. Or, knowing his husband and his brother, perhaps the question should be dare he not?

Thing?” he made himself question, and Carl pounced on the opportunity to tell the full story. Or at least, the Carl version.

“Yeah, so there was this drone, right?” he started, and Ian was already feeling a groan coming on.

“A drone,” he said flatly, ignoring Mickey’s hiss as he wiped his hand clean.

“Yeah,” Carl went on, oblivious to Ian’s tone. “It’s been flying around here for days, always sneaking up on Debbie and Fran.”

“And did you report it?” Ian asked, already knowing the answer.

“The fuck would we do that for?” Mickey chimed in, and Ian rolled his eyes when Carl nodded his agreement.

“Carl, you’re a cop,” Ian said, exasperated.

“Yeah, but they don’t take shit like that seriously,” Carl defended, and well, Ian had to give him that. “But anyway, it showed up again just now, hovering around the pool while Franny was swimming, so we took it down.”

Ian let out a heavy breath, and closed his eyes.

“You took it down,” he said slowly. “Meaning you shot an unlicensed firearm, in the middle of the neighborhood, to destroy someone else’s personal property. And there’s probably video footage of you doing it.”

He reached for the gauze and started wrapping Mickey’s hand, tugging it just this side of too tight.

“Geez, fuckin’ relax, okay?” Mickey urged. “I didn’t use a gun, and I got it from behind. Besides, they were fuckin’ trespassing.”

“He’s right,” Carl agreed. “He got up on the roof outside our window, took it down with his knife once it was close enough.” Then Carl winced, and scratched at his head. “It just, uh, kind of caught his hand in the rotor when it went down?”

That explained the injuries, at least.

“Fine,” Ian relented, stroking a hand softly over the finished bandage and raising it to his lips for a brief kiss. “But if you ever do something like that again—”

The doorbell rang.

All three of them looked toward the front of the house, then at each other.

“Uh..” Carl voiced, and then they were all moving. Carl to throw the bloody rag in the bathroom and shut the door, Mickey to grab the knife that Ian now saw was sitting right there at the edge of the table, and Ian into the living room to answer the door.

Ian looked back once he got there, making sure Carl and Mickey were ready, and then opened the door with as casual an air as he could muster.

He wasn’t sure what he expected to see on the other side, but it wasn’t a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a thin-lipped expression.

“Uh, hi,” Ian greeted. “Can we help you?”

“You can,” the man said huffily. “I’m looking for—”

Mickey came up behind Ian, laying a steadying hand on his hip, and the man’s eyes went wide.

“You!” he hollered, pointing a shaking finger right in Mickey’s face.

“Me what?” Mickey grouched. “You got a problem, grandpa?”

“You killed my drone!” the man continued. Ian tensed, but Mickey just shrugged, unconcerned.

“So what?” he asked, not bothering to deny it.

“So I could have you arrested for destruction of property!” the man spit out, and Mickey laughed right in his face.

“Yeah right, man, try again,” he goaded. “You got no evidence.”

“I have footage,” the stranger hissed. “Of your face, when it fell.”

Mickey raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” he asked. “What else you got footage of, huh? My sister?” He stepped around Ian, halfway through the door, and added lowly, “my underage niece?”

The man went white. “That footage is…it’s purely academic…I…I could…”

“What, you could what?” Mickey countered. “Get lost, man, and find a new hobby.”

He started to close the door, but the man shoved his foot in, wincing when the heavy wood hit it and bounced back.

“I saw your knife,” the man tried in a last ditch attempt. “You can’t have things like that in public, I could have you arrested for carrying a blade!”

“What, this one?” Mickey asked, taking the aforementioned knife out of his waistband and holding it out. The stranger shrank away from it, but Mickey held it out further.

“Go on, take it,” he urged. “And get out your ruler, asshole, ‘cause even if this weren’t private property, that thing’s within legal requirements for concealed carry.”

Ian finally interrupted, pulling Mickey back and taking his place in the doorway again.

“You heard the man,” he said to the stranger’s shocked face. “Sorry about your drone, but we have other things to worry about here.”

Then he slammed the door shut.

Ian stayed facing it for a moment, just breathing, before turning to look at his smug husband.

“That was the stupidest,” he started, stepping forward, “most harebrained—”

“Hottest?” Mickey suggested.

“Hottest,” Ian continued, then shook his head when he realized the trick. “How did you know you’d get away with all that, anyway?” he asked instead, and Carl spoke up from further in the house.

“Like you said, I’m a cop,” he cut in with a smirk. “And I don’t think that guy’ll bother us again, since he basically just admitted to spying on Fran.”

Ian blinked. “But we’re the only ones who heard that,” he pointed out, and Carl grinned wider as he showed them both his phone screen, where a recording app was paused.

“Single-party consent, bitch,” he said, and met Mickey’s high five easily.

Ian sighed again, and Mickey patted him on the shoulder in commiseration.

“Hey, look on the bright side,” Mickey said. “If I do stupid shit with your brother, I won’t go down for it.”

“Because he’s a cop?” Ian asked, and Mickey snorted, shaking his head.

“Nah,” he replied in an overdone stage-whisper. “Because he’d be easy to pin it on.”

Ian thought for a moment, watching Carl trip over the coffee table on his way back to the kitchen, then shrugged.

He couldn’t really argue with that either.

#daily speedwrite #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #carl gallagher #mickey and carl take on a peeping tom #tw: blood #this one is so weird lol #i'm sorry it's not serious at all #now I realize I should have had them like track down an evil ex or something instead that would have made more sense😂#maybe I'll do that another time #fanfic

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possiamo-andare · 3 years ago

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Just You (3)

JJ x Reader x Rafe (love triangle)

MASTERLIST

word count: 5k

a/n: I can't believe it's been eight months since I updated this fic. y'all are probably dead by now and this will prolly get no notes lmao but I finally wrote the next chapter and it's so good in my opinion so please don't be too mad. enjoy!

Y/N needed complete silence when she was reading. If she didn’t, it was almost impossible for her to even read one page. As a child, in a room full of other screaming children, Y/N found it almost impossible to read. Most of her teachers misread this difficulty with an inability to read, which was not the case. This miscommunication actually worked in Y/N’s favour because the extra attention resulted in a greater love for reading. Y/N soon found herself reading everyday and even found it hard to put down a book. When she couldn’t get a physical copy of a book, she then went online and delved into a world where people created their own worlds and fantasies for their readers. Reading had become one of Y/N’s favourite hobbies and she could do it for hours.

Unfortunately, tonight was different. At around 6pm, just as Y/N picked up a book to read, loud music began to play from a distance. At first, Y/N tried to ignore it but soon, like mentioned before, the music began to get louder, and Y/N could not focus on the words before her. The more she tried to focus, the more distracted she became by the music. Soon, she could focus on nothing but the blaring music coming from across the street. Finally, after ten minutes of pure agony, Y/N got up from her bed and stormed down the stairs of her home. Her face is red with anger, and she desperately wants to know who the hell thinks playing loud music on a Tuesday night is acceptable. Unfortunately, she knows the answer the second she enters her kitchen.

Her parents are laughing with each other as they make their favourite snack. Every night, her parents make their favourite foods together as a way to unwind and talk about their day. Sometimes they shared it with Y/N and her siblings but on nights where her siblings were out with their friends and Y/N was the only one home, they usually just spent time with each other. Y/N hesitated for a moment and smiled to herself, thinking about how sweet her parents truly are. She wonders if the person she marries will have this type of relationship with her. She wonders, years from now, how she will look back on her time in OBX. She hopes she looks back with fondness. The moment is ruined though because her mother quickly looks up from the stove, a toothy grin on her face.

“Hello darling.” Y/N’s mother chirps. She reads her daughter's distraught face and since she can hear the music too, she knows why her daughter is upset. Without even letting Y/N speak, she answers the question clearly in her daughter's mind. “Ward Cameron’s son, Rafe, is throwing a party across the street. You can go if you want.”

Y/N snorts. “That boy has been rudely staring at me since we got here, and you think I should go to his house?”

This time, Y/N’s father turns around from the cabinet. “I hear JJ’s gonna be there.” There’s a small smirk on his face and it instantly grabs Y/N’s attention.

She tried to brush it off. “Well, I don’t really like loud music.”

Y/N’s mother scoffs. “Yes, you do.”

Y/N nods, tucking her hair behind her ears. She knows that if there’s even a hint of JJ being at the party, she wants to go. “You’re right, I do.”

Y/N had not been to a party in years. The last time she had it was in her first year of high school. She had just moved to that new school only weeks before and had made only a couple of friends. The friends she did make were nice and invited her to a party. The party was okay, and she enjoyed herself, but she was very awkward because she barely knew anyone. She promised that from now on, she would only go to parties where she knew more than one person. Now, she found herself breaking that rule just to see JJ.

Since Y/N was in her pajamas, she ran back up to her room to change. She didn’t want to waste too much time picking out clothes to wear so she quickly looked through her closet and found a white sundress with small blue flowers decorating the material. She had never worn this dress and, when she first bought it, was unsure if she liked it because it was shorter than what she was used to but now, she was glad she did.

She lay her sundress on her bed for a moment and turned to her mirror, where she kept a cabinet full of makeup. Before she even put on any makeup, she looked back up in the mirror for the second time. As she finally had a chance to breathe, she realized her breath was unsteady and her hands were shaking. It was hard for Y/N to put herself out there. Most times, she was afraid of the rejection, or even at the fact that the friends she did have would be gone. But she remembered her parents' words. She was to stay in OBX for the rest of the year. She would make friends here. She would have a life here. With a deep breath, Y/N began to get ready for the night.

Y/N keeps fidgeting with her hair. She knows the more she fidgets, the more upset she’ll be with how she looks but she seriously can’t help it. She only does this when she’s extremely nervous and she knows why. She’s two feet away from Rafe’s front door and the music has somehow gotten louder. It’s almost as if he’s continuously trying to play the music louder to get her attention. Of course, she knows that to not be true, but still, Y/N had realized that in the last twenty minutes since she had decided to get ready for the party and walked across the street, the music had indeed gotten louder. She rolled her eyes as she approached the door, the loud music getting annoying. At this rate, Rafe Cameron would be deaf by the time he was 30. Y/N pretended not to care if he went deaf at all, but a tiny voice inside her head told her that she had to care for him because no one else would.

With a deep breath, she knocks on the door. She doesn’t think anyone would hear it because of how loud the music is but it’s worth a try. She was raised to have manners and would not just enter someone’s house before knocking.

To her surprise, only a few moments later, the doorknob twisted quickly and someone on the other end of the door opened it. It was as if someone had been patiently waiting by the door all night, opening it in hopes that she would come. Of course, she knew this to not be true because the person who greeted her was none other than Rafe Cameron. And he found her annoying.

Y/N couldn’t help but admit how delicious he looked. He wasn’t dressed in his usual preppy attire, no. He wore these ripped, distressed black jeans and a fitted white shirt with a baseball cap to match. It wasn’t necessarily his style that had him looking so delightful but his face. He seemed very relaxed. In fact, this was the most relaxed she’d ever seen him. His usual straight posture was now more curled and casual. His face, which had always been pale and gray, was now filled with colour. He wore a cute blush across his cheeks and nose, and on top of the blush was a patch of light brown freckles here and there. Y/N figured he must’ve been in the sun all day. That and he was also high out of his mind.

“Y/N…” He trailed, his eyes glancing at her dress momentarily before returning to her face. Y/N feels a little self conscious under his gaze. She wasn’t exactly confident in her outfit tonight and he seemed, for the first time in forever, more confident than her. “You, um, you’re - you’re very…”

She involuntarily snickers, not realizing she’s doing it until Rafe hears it. His face changes into a dark frown and she has a deep need to apologize. He was probably just trying to be polite, and Y/N must’ve caught him just as his high was reaching its climax. “I’m what exactly?”

Rafe rolls his eyes, knowing that she’s teasing him. “You’re not invited.”

Well, she can’t say she exactly feels welcome right now, standing at the threshold of his door. He still hasn’t even let her in.

Y/N scoffs, her feelings only hurt a little. Although he didn’t look preppy, he looked just as douchy. “Well, your music’s so loud it could wake the dead. Maybe if you didn’t want uninvited people to come, don’t make it so obvious that you’re having a party.”

Rafe scoffs this time. “Aw, I’m sorry. Did I interrupt your bedtime?” He takes a swig of his beer bottle and Y/N almost forgets that he’s obviously been drinking. “Were you having a little read before you went to bed? Lemme guess; you were re-reading the Vagina Diaries for the tenth time?”

Y/N’s chest twinges with pain just a little, knowing that the book was on her bookshelf with a worn-out spine. He seemed to know her very well, but it only angered her because he got the answer right. “It’s actually Vagina Monologues, but nice try. I guess for someone who hasn’t opened a book in their life, the Vagina Monologues would be interesting.”

Rafe chuckles and she has a small urge to kiss the corners of his smile. Thankfully, once she swallows harshly, the urge disappears. “Just come in and don’t put your hippie feet anywhere near my furniture.” He finally steps aside, and Y/N takes that as the kindest invitation she’s gonna get from him.

“You mean, your parents' furniture.” She puts one foot in front of the other and tries to remember how to walk. Although it may not seem like it, she’s nervous. She’s not too good with crowds. As she passes Rafe, she can smell his cologne and she feel as though she might faint. For such an annoying boy, he really was intoxicating.

Rafe is not given enough time to throw a snide remark back in her face because someone has entered Y/N and Rafe’s little bubble. It’s another very handsome boy but this time, he’s sweet. He’s wearing preppy clothes (cargo shorts and a pink polo shirt - big shocker there) but he’s not preppy at all when he introduces himself.

“Hey! I’m Kelso; nice to meet ya!” He gives Y/N a half hug because his other hand is holding a beer, but she still gets the sentiment that he’s friendly. His hand respectfully lays on Y/N’s shoulder and Y/N actually hugs him back even though that’s not her thing with strangers.

“I’m Y/N, and it’s nice to meet you too!”

She watches as his brows go from a relaxed arch to a surprised arch instantly. It seems that whatever she has said has caught him by surprise. “Oh? You’re Y/N?” Kelso looks to Rafe for a moment, his eyes narrowing in amusement. Rafe tries to indirectly tell him to stop by flipping him off, but it only encourages Kelso. “I guess we have you to thank for this incredible party then!”

Y/N frowns, turning around to look at Rafe. They’re still in the entryway of his house and she hasn’t so much as taken in her surroundings, but this seems too important to ignore. What does Kelso mean? Did Rafe throw this party in hopes that she’d come? There was no way. Doesn’t Rafe find her completely annoying and obnoxious? If so, why would Kelso say such a thing?

“He’s joking right?” Y/N tries to confirm from Rafe but by his meek smile and his cheeks that have only gotten redder since she entered his home, she knows there’s some truth in what Kelso is saying.

Rafe shrugs, trying to come up with a lie. He had confided in Kelso as a way to relieve the stress that liking Y/N has caused but instead, Kelso just had to mess it up. “Well, not exactly.” His mouth is forming a lie before his brain can even properly think of one. “I mentioned to Kelso that you’ve probably never been to a party in OBX, so he must’ve thought I threw it for you.”

Y/N nods, confused as to why she feels a little sad. For some reason, a little part of her hoped that Rafe had thrown a party for her to notice him but alas, it had all been a misunderstanding. “Oh, well, okay.”

Except it wasn’t a misunderstanding at all. Rafe had told Kelso that the only reason he was throwing this party was for Y/N to notice him in a new light. He knew she thought he was just another annoying preppy Kook and he wanted to change that. He thought maybe, just maybe, if she had fun tonight with him, she’d finally start to see him as he truly was, a loveable dork. Unfortunately, that seems to be ruined now.

Before any more words can be exchanged, someone yells for Y/N. She instantly looks to the crowd of people in Rafe's backyard and sees JJ and Pope. The door to his backyard is open so the yelling is clear and not muddled by a barrier. They seemed to have been yelling for a while because they looked exasperated. Y/N watches as JJ stands from his lawn chair and motions for her to come sit beside them. She smiles for one of the first times tonight and nods, the pressure on her chest lifting when she sees her two friends. She wanted to take to Rafe later and get the full story because she had a feeling, he wasn’t telling her the complete truth, but she wanted to greet her friends first. She’d get to Rafe later. For now, she wanted to relax.

When Y/N departed from Rafe and Kelso, awkwardly waving goodbye before maneuvering to the back of Rafe’s house, Kelso spoke first.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me she didn’t know this party was for her?”

Rafe glared at his friend. “You really think I’d tell her that. Now she probably thinks I’m even more creepy than before.”

Kelso rolls his eyes at how dramatic his friend was. “You didn’t see her reaction, bro. I don’t know if she even knows it herself, but she definitely likes you.”

Rafe rolls his eyes. He doesn’t allow for his hope to rise because he knows it’s not true. He can’t let himself have any more hope that the new girl in OBX would want to have anything to do with him. She can’t like him because no girl like her ever has. So, instead, he steals glances at her for the rest of the night and hopes to God he can get high enough to forget about the beautiful girl across the street.

Y/N tried to enjoy herself, she really did. And to JJ’s credit, he tried to help her relax and have some fun. She drank the beer that was offered to her, danced with JJ and Pope, and even took two puffs of JJ’s joint. But, although she felt thoroughly buzzed, Rafe never left her mind. She tried to throw a few sneaky glances his way the entire night, but she couldn’t find him. She even left her spot beside JJ and pretended to get a refill on his nasty beer just to see if she could spot Rafe. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be seen. At first, she thought it was just because she wasn’t looking hard enough but soon, after three whole hours of not seeing Rafe even once, she realized he was avoiding her. And if he was avoiding her, it meant that he was embarrassed from their conversation at the beginning of the night. Which meant that he lied, and he had in fact thrown this party just for her.

This revelation crept into her mind slowly throughout the night but when it finally sunk in, she was speechless. She didn’t know how to react. Sure, there was a slim chance that he had been telling the truth but the less she saw of Rafe at his own party, the more she realized that he had lied to her.

JJ had noticed how off Y/N seemed. When they had seen each other earlier in the day for her surfing lessons, he had made a fool out of himself. They had been practising for a few hours before they both called it quits, deciding to pick it back up the next day. Before departing, JJ offered her ice cream for a hard day's work, and she gladly accepted. They both ordered the same flavour (mint chocolate chip - he swore they were soulmates because of this) and ate it as they talked. When they were both finally finished, Y/N went to hug him goodbye, but he instead extended his hand awkwardly for her to shake. She seemed slightly embarrassed, but he was even more so. He had wanted to hug her but didn’t want to without her permission, so he thought a handshake was the safe bet. Unfortunately, he thought wrong and now, that awkward interaction was burned into the back of his mind. He was worried that’s why Y/N seemed so detached, barely speaking. When she had gone to refill her cup, JJ looked to Pope for advice. He had never been so needy for a girl’s approval before and since Pope seemed to want everyone to like him, JJ thought he’d give the best advice.

“So,” JJ sighs and he finishes telling the story of their awkward interaction. “Do you think that’s why she’s been so quiet?”

Pope snorted. “JJ, I think it’s just you. I doubt she even remembers it.”

Although his friend tried his best to reassure JJ, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was burdening Y/N’s mind. But, before JJ could continue his conversation with Pope, Y/N reappeared with a glass full of beer and a somber face. The topic was not brought up again.

JJ had been right though. Something was burdening Y/N’s mind. It’s not everyday that a girl finds out a boy who she thought saw her as a bothersome girl actually saw her as much more. It’s a difficult experience to relate to and not a problem Y/N thought she would have. Apparently, Rafe was better at hiding his true feelings than she thought. She had always assumed that when she’d catch him peeking through his window, watching her ride her bike with her brothers or bask in the sun as she read another book, he was judging her. She assumed he was making fun of her and her hippie family. And when they had first met in the main office of her school, it only solidified in her mind that he saw her as a joke. But instead, he might’ve actually liked her. You clearly only watch people in that way if you hate them or like them and since it clearly wasn’t hate…

No. She wouldn’t let her mind go there. Besides, even if he liked her, who was to say if she even liked him? He had been nothing but rude to her, even when he had technically invited her to this party. He called her a hippie (not offensive by itself but when Rafe said it, it might as well have been), watched her from his window with a scowl, and was a complete snob. If Y/N knew what was good for her, she’d stay far, far away from Rafe and anyone he associated with. But Y/N was a dumb teenage girl and curiosity got the better of her. She needed to find another good excuse to go inside and search one last time for Rafe.

The excuse presented itself when JJ made a small remark of how thirsty he was. Y/N jumped at the opportunity to refill his drink, even though he offered to go himself. But she insisted, taking his cup from his hands before he could argue any longer. As she made her way back inside, her eyes looking for the handsome brunette, Pope leaned closer to JJ.

“See? And you thought she didn’t like you?”

JJ nodded, feeling better about the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, if he knew why she truly had wanted to venture inside, it’s doubtful he would have felt better. He probably would’ve felt worse. But he didn’t know, and he wouldn’t know for a while longer.

Y/N first made her way to Rafe’s huge kitchen where all the kegs were lined up. Half of them were already empty but the night was coming to a close and soon, half the party would leave and only Rafe’s closest friends would stick around until 5am. It was midnight now and although she didn’t have a curfew, she wanted to be home by at least 1am. So, as she filled only JJ’s cup, she decided against filling her own. She didn’t want to be too tipsy in case she ran into Rafe. Although, by this time, she thought it was very unlikely that she’d ever see him.

Just as that thought crossed her mind though, another person entered the kitchen. Y/N recognized him immediately. It was Topper. They had never interacted much, just a brief wave whenever she’d pass his house when she rode her bike. If he was outside, which he had only been once or twice, he’d wave, and she’d wave back. Other than that, they never spoke. Until now.

He stood beside her, filling two glasses with beer. His blond hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, but his hands were so full, and he was so drunk he didn’t seem to notice. Y/N had seen Rafe’s pool, but she did not find herself on that side of his house for many reasons (the pool was on the other side of the backyard, she didn’t bring a bathing suit, and her mind was busy with more important matters). Topper seemed to be struggling with refilling two cups, his hands shaking just a little. Y/N instantly registered that he needed help and decided that busying herself with assisting Topper would help take her mind off Rafe.

“Here,” Y/N offered, setting JJ’s cup down on the counter. “Let me help.” She takes one of the glasses from Topper and begins to fill it up, all the while keeping an eye on Topper to make sure he doesn’t spill the other cup.

“Thanks.” He mumbles, swaying back and forth to the music that is blaring from somewhere inside Rafe’s house. Y/N can’t help but smile a little at this giddy boy who would otherwise be embarrassed for acting so weird if he was not so drunk.

Unfortunately, not even helping Topper can keep Y/N’s mind off Rafe. She wonders that since Rafe must’ve told Kelso something about her, Rafe could’ve confided in Topper too. From the gossip that JJ had told her, Topper used to date Sarah but even after they broke up, Rafe and Topper remained friends. So maybe, just maybe, Rafe had said something to Topper about her? She figured even if she asked Topper, it would never get back to Rafe. Topper was clearly drunk and would not remember the conversation he had with Y/N. No harm, no foul. Right?

Unfortunately, that idea was quickly squashed because just as she began to open her mouth, someone else entered the room. It was Rafe.

Rafe had skillfully avoided Y/N all night, while still stealing glancing her way. He never noticed that she too had been looking for him. He was so nervous that he’d eventually bump into her that he would make Kelso check every room before he entered it. Unfortunately, Kelso was drunk by midnight and could no longer help Rafe. Rafe tried to let it go, figuring you were probably gone by now. So, he asked Topper to refill his cup as he helped Kelso into his mom’s car. But, when Topper still hadn’t returned by the time Rafe entered his home, he thought there was no harm in checking up on him. Apparently, there was a lot of harm in that.

And now, there they stood, facing each other for the first time since the beginning of the night. Rafe wanted to turn back around and leave but he had always made a fool of himself, and he knew that if he awkwardly left without acknowledging Y/N, she’d surely think even lower of him. So, as soon as their eyes made contact, Rafe awkwardly raised his hand and waved. He could feel the awkward smile painted across his face and Y/N seemed to mimic him.

“Hey.” He squeaked out, taking both cups from Topper before speaking to his friend. He figured the less he looked at Y/N, the less awkward he would feel. He was wrong. “Top, why don’t you lie down on the couch. I’ll bring the beers soon.”

Topper only nodded, slowly making his way out of the kitchen, leaving his friend and Y/N in there alone. Alone for the first time since the beginning of the night. Both their pairs of eyes were trained on their drinks; Y/N was clutching onto JJ’s and Rafe held one for him and one for Topper. No one spoke for a while. Y/N had waited all night to get Rafe alone, just so they could talk and now she didn’t know what to say. She awkwardly shifted the weight in her feet, unable to think of the first thing she wanted to say. They were only five feet apart, but they might as well have been worlds away.

Rafe was in agony and decided to get it over with. He spoke first. “So, are you enjoying the party?” He spoke so formally, as if he was chatting with his grandmother, but he was too uncomfortable to speak any other way.

Y/N nodded, relieved he had taken the first leap forward. “Um, yeah. Never knew that kids could throw parties like this.”

Rafe smiled for a moment, happy that she was so amazed at his dullest party of the year. His heart fluttered at the thought of Y/N dancing in that beautiful white dress with him. Holding onto him as they swayed to the music, pulling her close. Close enough to -

“So, Rafe, I wanted to talk about earlier.” Y/N began, playing with the skin around her nails. It was a nervous tick she had yet to get rid of.

Those eight words destroyed Rafe. At that moment, he knew she had not believed his original lie. He wasn’t too surprised though. He was a shitty liar and Y/N seemed to pick on everything he did. Although he would rather rip his fingernails off one by one than have this uncomfortable conversation with Y/N, he knew he’d have to give her the answers she was looking for. Even if that meant embarrassing himself.

Finally, he nodded. “Um, uh, okay. What’s up?”

Y/N began to speak but before she could get a coherent sentence out, someone else entered the kitchen, making a bunch of noise as he did. Their eyes met instantly and when she recognized who he was, her back straightened slightly as if she had been caught in a salacious act. It was JJ.

“Y/N, what's taking so long?” He stops just after he enters the kitchen and as soon as his eyes go to Rafe, his smile drops. He’s confused beyond belief. He doesn’t know why Y/N is speaking to Rafe. He didn’t even know they knew each other. “Uh, am I interrupting something?”

Y/N forces a smile, glancing at Rafe briefly before walking past him and towards JJ. She hands JJ his cup and he gladly takes it, a look of pure confusion written on his face. “No, Rafe was just asking me if I am enjoying my first party in Outer Banks.”

JJ's eyes shift to Rafe, whose face is pure white. “Really? How… kind?”

Y/N knows JJ is suspicious so to curve his focus back on her, she reaches up to cup one side of his face. JJ’s eyes instantly fall back onto her, a small smile back on his lips. “Walk me home, JJ. I’m getting tired.”

JJ nods sweetly, placing his hand over the one that’s cupping his cheek. “Sure. Go get your stuff and I’ll meet you at the front of the house.”

Y/N looks back to Rafe one more time, a small smile on her face. Rafe pushes his lips into a thin line, nodding goodbye to her. She does the same, leaving the kitchen as quietly as she entered. Y/N’s afraid to leave JJ and Rafe alone but she really has no reason to stay any longer. She hopes that she can get Rafe alone soon so they can have an actual conversation. Tonight, was kind of a disaster but being with JJ and having such a fun time with him made up for it. She knows JJ is the type of guy she should be with. He’s fun and carefree and they’re too much alike to not get along. Even though this is all true and she does have feelings for JJ, there is a part of her that yearns for Rafe. And that part scares her.

Once Y/N is gone, JJ’s smile drops, and he turns back to Rafe with a menacing glare. “Look, I don’t know what your game is here, but I really like Y/N. We both know you’re not her type. So do both of us a favour and leave her alone.”

And with that, JJ was gone too. Leaving Rafe alone.

Even with all these people in his house, Rafe never felt more alone.

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danghyuk · 4 years ago

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BTS having a tall but timid boyfriend

A/N: Request by: @awkfanboy, this is really long (like 2,6k words oof) and I’m sorry it took ages to finish.

Namjoon:

Namjoon is the tallest member in BTS, and though he’s not used to be the smaller person for once, it’s not a bad thing at all. It’s not before one of his fellow members points it out, that Namjoon starts to notice the slight difference in your heights.

With the slight teasing about how Namjoon isn’t the tallest anymore, especially from the youngest, the older members like Seokjin also starts to hint about and assume your bedroom situation.

Though Namjoon never comments on it. He’s mature about the teasing and he knows to keep your private matters to himself. In fact, he often refrains himself from smiling due to the rest of the members being so clueless and assuming that your height defines who’s the more dominant. The two of you are not your average heteronormative couple, starting with the both of you not being straight, so why do the same social expectations apply to you in every aspect?

They just continue with the teasing, taking it for granted since Namjoon never says or does anything against their claims. He wants the members to see for themselves rather than correcting them for judging a book by its cover. Because he also assumed that you would take the lead when it came to sex, and Namjoon doesn’t want to appear as a hypocrite.

So, when he finally introduces you to his fellow band members, he refrains himself from laughing as their expressions one by one changes into pure surprise. None of them can tear their eyes away from the two of you, and being shy, you naturally hide your face into Namjoon’s neck, to which he just smiles and pulls you closer. There’s not really a distinct height difference between the two of you, but it’s still surprising to see your taller and longer frame sitting on Namjoon’s lap.

Seokjin:

No one, not even Namjoon believes that you – Seokjin’s tall and intimidating boyfriend, are as shy and cute as he describes you as. “What do I have to do, huh? Drag my small baby to meet all of you hyper kids at the same time?” “Hyung, I’m sure [Name] is a lot of things, but small is not one of them…”

It takes a lot, and I mean a lot, of persuasion (and diversity of bribery) from Jin’s side to make you finally accept the fact that you were going to meet them all at once. A pep talk, murmurs of sweet nothings and loving kisses is a big part of it (and it never fails to make you blush, which Seokjin takes great pleasure in – that sadistic bastard).

Seokjin reassures the rest of his bandmates that he under no circumstances was trying to hide you, but then again no one believes that you’re as shy as he makes you out to be. On the other hand, he resonates with you that he wants the most important people in his life to meet.

On the big day, neither of you can tell who’s the most nervous judging by both of your clammy hands (Seokjin simply refuses to let go of your hand). He steers you right away towards the couch when you’re done taking off your outerwear because he knows for a fact that you’re not going to be left alone for the entire evening. The couch is therefor the perfect limbo, he can press himself into your taller and warmer frame at the same time as the members can join you.

Meeting them isn’t as chaotic as you thought it would be, and the members (especially the younger ones) are perplexed, which quickly turns to giddiness. They do not pry much (thanks to Jin’s warning looks and Yoongi’s sharp elbow into Jeongguk’s stomach), but their curious eyes bulge every time your cheeks flush due to Seokjin’s flirty antics, and whenever your hand unconsciously searches for Seokjin’s calming touch. By the end of the day, your boyfriend is wearing a permanent smirk and your ears have never felt warmer due to Seokjin ‘accidentally showing off the long scratch marks on his back.

Yoongi:

Yoongi can be blunt when he wants to, not to mention honest, but there are some aspects of his private life he values too much. One of those being you, of course. The other members know he has a boyfriend of some sort; however, they are rather bad at getting any type of information out of him. Jimin and Seokjin are the nosiest, being two different menaces – one nagging and one too curious for his own good.

From what they have gathered, they know that you are younger than Yoongi and that’s about it. Despite Yoongi rarely opening up when it comes to the boyfriend topic, he does sometimes slip up. Like that one time you changed his lock screen to the two of you and he forgot to change it back.

Despite his fellow band members constantly begging him to introduce you to them, Yoongi declines every time with no room for any argument. What his members don’t know is his reasons for not wanting to introduce you to them just yet. Even after being together for almost four months, you’re still extremely shy and nervous around large groups of people, especially nosy ones. BTS is exactly that and because they’re considered as his second family, he just knows you will be way more nervous meeting them and to give them a good impression of yourself.

When they do meet you, it is just by accident and poor miscalculations. Yoongi had texted you earlier to come over and with a clear signal that the dorm was empty except him. However, it is not your boyfriend who opens the door for you when you arrive. Jimin, who wasn’t expecting anyone, mirrors your shocked expression as you both stare at each other for a while. He figures out who you are immediately seeing as Yoongi was everything but subtle when he pulled you after him in a hurried manner towards his room, and he doesn’t waste a single second to text everyone about his discovery.

When the rest of the members arrive back home, they are met with a pretty funny and slightly pathetic sight. You, a 190cm tall male, trying your best to hide behind your much smaller boyfriend. Your much taller form next to the smallest idols in BTS is a sight to take in. Just like Jimin, all of them are shocked by your height, but also how you behave around Yoongi. With looks as sharp as knives from Yoongi, no one dares to look at the two of you too long nor ask the question at the tip of everyone’s tongue. This lasts until Yoongi, by accident again, manages to tug your sweater down and expose your hickey covered throat.

Hoseok:

When Hoseok starts to date you, everybody knows it. Before they have even met you, BTS knows what your favourite colour is, how you look when you sleep and how many plants you have. He can’t particularly help it since you’re his favourite topic and honestly, everyone is rather amazed at him not having exposed your relationship. The weird thing, which Yoongi pinpoints every time you are brought up in a conversation, is that they have yet to meet you.

Being constantly reminded by the other’s and not having a good answer as to why they haven’t met you, makes them slightly annoyed. You are already a huge part of Hoseok’s life and it’s not hard to see how much you affect him in every aspect. A single text from you can make his entire day and he wears the same dreamy smile whenever he returns from a date with you.

There’s nothing else Hoseok wants to do other than introduce you to them, but he respects your comfort zone and takes your feelings into consideration. If you don’t feel ready meeting them, then he’ll wait for you 100%. You’re his adorable boyfriend after all, even with your taller and bigger build, he adores how easy he can make you flush and writhe underneath him.

“Yah! When are you going to introduce your boyfriend to us?” “Soon, I hope. He’s just… really shy.” Whenever Hoseok uses that specific word to describe you, the others have a hard time believing him due to his other stories about you. Luckily, they do not have to wait long before you agree to meet them all.

The first introduction goes like dream, except for the many times you hit your head in the door frames. They are all in awe of your height, whether they voice it out loud or not (like Taehyung asking you if he could get a piggyback ride). Some of them feel slightly guilty for not believing the rapper earlier, though those feelings are quickly brushed away by their curiosity. How come someone so tall has a personality resembling that of a fragile flower? Another thing they learn, to their surprise, is Hoseok’s new favourite hobby – teasing you until you’re hiding in his embrace.

Jimin:

The first thing Jimin had noticed when he saw you was your undeniable height, but it wasn’t what drew him towards you. He can’t deny that you look absolutely stunning, with your long legs wrapped in skinny jeans or slacks that make your figure seem as if you’re sculpted by the gods, but he simply can’t enough of your flushed cheeks and you averting your eyes whenever the two of you lock eyes for more than five seconds.

He simply thrives on how completely different you are compared to your looks. Even though he is the smallest in BTS and is relentlessly teased for it, he has absolutely no problem standing at the tip of his toes just to whisper something dirty in your ear, kiss your nape or just tug you down by your collar to meet your lips in a deep kiss.

Because of Jimin’s never-ending PDA, you’ve gotten quite used to being showered in affection and more used to ignore prying looks, though you can’t stop yourself from blushing whenever he decides he wants to kiss you. And you just know he does it on purpose, that’s a no-brainer because your boyfriend will always, without a doubt, burst out in a cute high-pitched giggle every single time he manages to make you hide behind your own hands.

Jimin is pretty quick to introduce you to his friends and the first thing they immediately point out are your ridiculous differences in height as if you weren’t aware of it yourselves. Your boyfriend is used to comments like that, but you aren’t and causes you to step behind Jimin- using him as a shield. You’re practically digging your own grave by trying to hide behind your boyfriend, BTS are ruthless and they tease you even more after laughing at your attempt at hiding.

BTS thinks it’s cute how the two of you compliment yet contrast each other in your relationship. With your tall build and shy nature, it’s easy to imagine your personality as cold and stoic, so, until now you’ve done nothing but turning the other member’s expectations upside down. They still can’t phantom the image of you turning towards Jimin for permission someone asks you to do something or join them.

Taehyung:

Like Namjoon, he isn’t really aware of height until he has a hard time kissing you, messing with your hair or jumping at your back for you to carry him. He also tends to forget how tall you actually are because he is a rather spontaneous and impulsive person. It doesn’t bother him even if he has to ask you to bend down time after time, Taehyung just huffs in fake annoyance and simply tugs your head downwards.

Due to your own awkward and timid personality, you feel bad whenever he has to ask you to bend down. Taehyung thinks you’re being ridiculous when you tell him and shows you just how hot he thinks your taller frame really is. That certain event made Taehyung realise in which direction your relationship was establishing and unfolding, and he realised how little he cared whether you took control or not.

The discovery makes him more aware of your sheepish habits and your reserved way of accepting his affections. From how your neck would turn darker whenever he does something you really like or display your relationship – to how you would try to make yourself smaller next to him in the public (he always scolds you for doing so because he’s worried about your posture).

The two of you have spun your own net of habits around you and your relationship, which you often are unaware of, but when you meet his bandmates, they’re a little thrown off at how you and Taehyung’s dynamics work. You are completely used to your boyfriend making the decisions and don’t think much of it until the rest of BTS, especially Jimin and Hoseok, catch on to who’s really in charge.

Suddenly you find yourself in the middle of a sexual innuendos and joke battle, and your face feeling as if it’s on fire does anything but defuse the situation. Even after getting Taehyung to save you and sitting in his lap, it’s Seokjin and Jeongguk’s turn to laugh seeing as you’re trapping your smaller boyfriend between you and the couch. Having the build like an intimidating basketball player doesn’t help your case when a little kiss makes into a stuttering and flustered mess.

Jeongguk:

Your height is something Jeongguk was jealous of originally before you got together and before he knew that your ‘tall, mysterious and handsome’ appearance is you being too reserved for socialising in large groups of people. Now he just relishes and finds pride in being able to push you down on your couch, bed, floor, whatever to start a heavy makeout session, knowing you love it as much as he does.

He loves to show you off to everyone, everywhere. “Look at my boyfriend, isn’t he gorgeous?” “He’s legit a tree, Jeongguk, but sure.” Having him constantly spewing out compliments and bragging left and right, doesn’t help your shy persona at all and makes you pull out of social interactions more often than not.

Thus, portraying yourself as unapproachable and standoffish to others. BTS has a hard time warming up to you since the first few introductions were brief and pretty awkward for both parts. Even though they’re all impressed by your height, it just adds to your ‘tough guy’ image. Jeongguk doesn’t give up however and tries harder to include you in the group activities.

Whenever you try to excuse yourself or go somewhere quieter, your boyfriend hurries to pull you back in even if he has to haul your tall ass over his shoulder. It’s quite the sight to see the youngest member dragging his way taller boyfriend after him as if he has no worries. Your flushed expression makes them ponder a bit before they all realise the same. Seokjin even apologies for not being the most welcoming, they just found you slightly intimidating, and of course, that makes you even more flustered as you accept their apology.

After the big revelation, Jeongguk’s friends watch your interactions with your boyfriend wide-eyed, disappointed in themselves for not having noticed your constant flustered expressions, how you seem to lean on Jeongguk and the fact that it’s the youngest BTS member who initiates all physical contact like kissing you and placing his hands on your thighs. The two of you fit together like a puzzle even if some stereotypical roles are reversed.

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