#using good ol min

[boss-the-goofball]

@aimportantdragoncollector​

So after some thought and seeing an anon send you answers one of their OCs gave for that Questionnaire, I figured it would be a fun idea to use one of my OCs for this

Specifically Akatani Min who is....a fun choice for a lot of reasons~

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1. My eyes are brown, but if it helps I do have white hair. Traits my own son inherited, while he got his father’s Quirk. Though one of my parents did have green eyes, so it’s very likely a recessive trait.

2. Surprisingly it is despite my age. But I would rather not let that blasted Garaki even think about touching me. That old coot will be getting a face full of cane if he even looks at me funny, especially since I’m obviously the superior medical professional around here.

3. If you knew even a lick about genetics then you would know there is a possibility of a child between the two of us having green eyes if you also have a gene for green eyes. Or did Garaki fill your brain with his crackpot bullshit theories?

4. Oh I put a tracking device on my son ages ago. I wouldn’t be surprised if he figured it out by now, but I doubt he minds because he knows me well enough as a mother. Though it has gotten difficult keeping up with him with how fast he can get, but I think he’s finally starting to slow down.

5. It depends on who makes more money, and I sincerely doubt you have as much capital as me. Who knows...

6. I’ve already adopted before, so I can adopt again. I have plenty of room in my house.

7. I have cooks for that, but I do know how to make dumplings. My son absolutely adores them, same with my dear granddaughter. Now she is the absolute cutest! I say that even though she is probably in her 40s by now, but still absolutely adorable with her round pinch able cheeks, I hear she has a son with similar cheeks. If only I could meet him...

8. I have finished reading hundreds of stories in my long life. Some endings are pretty lackluster however, especially the one from those Captain Hero comics. But that will get me rambling like an old lady and my son always begs me to stop.

9. My late husband used to wear ties, but I was always neutral about them. A man shouldn’t be defined by what he wears.

10. Design wise I would have to say the Demon King, but his actual character left much to be desired. You would think he would be some type of mastermind, but instead he focused too much on fighting Captain Hero that he lost sight of his goals. What a waste of potential.

11. Never! In fact, I’m going to include a picture of my son at the very end of this little questionnaire.

12. My house is large enough to fit plenty of people

13. I would adore having someone like him as a grandson-in-law. Such a shame my granddaughter chose to marry some idiot businessman who only cared about appearances.

14. My son’s hair can look a little spiky sometimes, but he knows to clean himself up when he comes home for a visit.

15. I do have a couple bank vaults in my home, but those are purely for storing valuables.

16. I have seen the times before the Hero System came to be, and I would rather see something better be formed than outright destroying it.

17. Obviously the answer is B, I know the gap between my husband and I was fairly large though. But that’s unavoidable when you have a type of Longevity Quirk, no?

18. My son is actually a Hero, though he should be retiring soon enough. I would not be opposed to a new child wanting to be a Hero, but only if he has the right tools for it.

19. I know there were times when I had to discipline my son, and I hear he took some of my lessons to heart when dealing with his best friend’s child. I will admit I was a little harsh on him, but I’ve grown wiser and if I were to have a new child than I’d probably spoil them rotten. I know I did that with my granddaughter.

20. Not a lot of options? Well better than naming him after that quack of a doctor you seem especially fond of

21. If we’re in my house then I will have my butler suffocate you with his Quirk. But if we’re at your home then I will just leave.

22. No thanks

23. I would be very hypocritical if I were to judge you for being a criminal or villain.

24. I technically did not pick Option C, but I will say my preferred color of choice is actually red.

25. Well I haven’t resurrected my last husband, so that should be an easy answer. And no, I don’t need your life insurance or money.

26. I only filled this out for fun, I truly do not like you at all. But my beef is more with your doctor friend as I consider him as my personal rival.

But as promised, here is a picture of my son!

isn’t he simply the cutest?

[spockvarietyhour]

Today's movie

[duckduckngoose]

Session 0 of new DND group complete,,,, taking 10 hour nap now goodnight

[thebibliosphere]

Hi Joy! Congratulations on taking down your old monitor! I know you won’t get this straight away because you’re on limited screen time right now, but I was wondering if you’ve considered renting an OLED monitor for a week or a month, to make sure it works for you, before you buy one? There seem to be a lot of companies that rent out high end monitors (typically for events and things) in america, though I don’t remember exactly where you are. It’s quite common here to rent accessibility devices rather than buy them, so it just jumped to mind, sorry if it’s not a good suggestion (definitely not trying to give unsolicited advice, or waste your time with silly suggestions!). Sending best wishes for your wretched fleshvessel, I’m so glad you have a lead on a screen that might help!

Thank you, the wretched fleshvessel appreciates the well wishes.

And the place Mothman is going to buy my screen(s) from allows for 30 day returns out of the box so I’m going to try them for a month and see how they work out, but I’ll maybe see if there are any rental options near us too.

My reaction is pretty much instant (more than 20 mins with an LED screen and my vertigo kicks in. 5 minutes if the screen has any sort of curve. Then I feel like I’m on a boat 😵‍💫) so hopefully that will be enough of a trial period to make sure they work for me.

[cottonlemonade]

All That Matters

word count: 1812 || avg. reading time: 8 mins.

pairing: UniversityAU! Oikawa x chubby!Reader

genre: angst, pining, fake dating kinda

warnings: none, just good ol’ Oikawa angst

synopsis: You and Oikawa are friends. After an argument he saves you from some drunks.

> you never suspected Oikawa to have interest in you in any way other than platonically

> how could you when he rolled up to group hangouts with a new girl every couple of months

> the fact that his girlfriends always dumped him because he never had time for them or seemed distracted didn‘t occur to you, you just figured he may have become bored with them

> the fact that his eyes were only on you when you hugged and kissed your boyfriend after a game went completely unnoticed by you (but not by his girlfriends, leading to some of them lashing out at you without any context)

> you didn’t question that he came to every one of your games (often excusing himself from a date to do so)

> although, it wasn‘t as if Oikawa wasn‘t trying to make it work with every new girlfriend - it was just that … ultimately … none of them came close to you

> but he didn‘t allow himself to go after you - for one, you already had a boyfriend and for another, he knew he wouldn‘t be able to keep a relationship going for long and then what? He couldn‘t lose you. So rather than finding a healthy way to maybe reduce his insane training sessions and obsession with becoming the best allround player, he put on his signature smile and sweet voice to tease you instead.

> you’d been friends since his first week at university when you stood in front of the group of new applicants to the volleyball club, clipboard in hand, looking so unassuming with your soft and chubby figure and adorable smile that his jaw literally dropped when you spiked a ball right past him during the initiation match

> you looked out for everyone, making sure that they remembered their breaks and had given him a talking to more than once, when you first noticed him struggling and never hesitated to encourage him when he felt like he wasn’t good enough (which somehow you always immediately noticed, no matter how hard he tried to hide it)

> always kind, always sweet, always genuine… selfless and on top of that a talented volleyball player - he never had a chance to not fall for you

Today was a bad day for Oikawa.

Sure, he had gotten top marks for a paper and was greeted by another pile of love letters when he opened his dorm room door but his knee was acting up again and to top it all off you had a bit of trouble with your boyfriend.

The latter would typically give him nothing but private selfish joy but it was how you reacted to it that bothered him.

„Why do you let him get away with it?“, he asked, feeling his sweet manner slipping.

„Get away with what?“, you laugh, setting the ball for him to practise his spike, „It‘s no big deal. I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation for it.“

„For hanging out with another girl when he says he can’t make it to training?“

„I trust him.“, you simply say with a shrug, „I‘ll hear him out first before jumping to conclusions. He should be here soon.“

Another set and his spike landed perfectly in the corner of the field.

„Nice! One more and then we‘ll cool down for today.“, you announce, letting the ball bounce once, twice before tossing it in the air to set.

„Don‘t you see he is just using you?“, Oikawa asks quietly. He hadn‘t meant to say it out loud. He knew it wasn‘t true. He didn’t actually think your boyfriend was cheating. He knew how devoted that idiot was to you but he hated how angry he was that you were in a loving relationship right in front of him. He felt so childish.

You caught the ball as it came down.

„Using me?“, you frowned, then laughed a little awkwardly, „Come on, Oikawa-Kun, you don‘t really believe that, do you?“

He really really didn‘t. Balling his fists he stared at the ground.

“Of course he is. He is just using you until someone better comes along.“

Your sharp intake of breath let him know he had gone too far.

He didn‘t dare to look at you. You just stood there, not knowing what to say, the silence between you slowly becoming deafening.

Then your boyfriend‘s voice suddenly called from the entrance, “Hey, is my love ready to go?“

“Yep, coming!”

With another glance at Oikawa, you walked to the bleachers to grab your bag.

Then you came back over to where he was still standing as if rooted to the spot. You handed him the gym keys.

“Please don’t stay much longer. Your knee needs some rest, alright? Make sure to cool it when you get home and have a proper dinner. No cup ramen tonight, okay?”

He only mumbled something in response and you walked to your boyfriend who took your bag and greeted you with a kiss.

A few days later you went out to dinner with some friends for some serious catching up. Your spirits soaring high and your tummy warm of friendship and good food you made your way to the underground station to wait for your train home.

It didn’t take long for a group of drunk men to spot you standing by yourself in the almost empty station. Your Japanese was pretty fluent but apparently not good enough to understand all their slurred remarks, although you had a pretty good idea from the few words you caught.

But not to worry, the train would be here soon. You only wished you hadn’t forgotten your headphones so you could drown them out.

The few other people on the platform didn’t react as the drunks kept on whistling and hollering and your annoyance turned to alarm when they kept on moving closer, pushing each other.

You tensed and, as if just wanting to read the schedule, walked further away from them to the bulletin board.

From the other side of the station, Oikawa walked down the stairs, hands in his pockets, tired and ready for bed after a long study session. He privately rolled his eyes when he heard the drunk men cheering and calling, almost deciding to head to the next station when he realized that they were seemingly harassing a woman.

His jaw tensed and he hurried down the last couple of steps determined to intervene - ready for anything. Except to see a familiar figure and the (h/c) hair of the girl they were gradually moving in on.

His heart pounding, he fell into a small jog.

You were tapping on your phone, thinking about calling your boyfriend to calm your nerves. The drunks were getting closer now, so close you could smell the smoke from their cigarettes and the alcohol on their breath. Your fingers began to shake when you heard hastened steps and closed your eyes, your legs ready to run or kick.

“There you are.”, a mercifully sweet, familiar voice said and you had never been so glad to see anyone in your entire life. You looked up into Oikawa‘s dark eyes.

He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and kissed your temple.

“I’m sorry it took so long, princess.”, he said, brushing your hair out of your face and smiling brightly, „Thank you for waiting.“

The drunks called another few things you didn’t understand, then muttered something and turned around to go back to the other end of the station.

“Oh my god, thank you so much.”, you said, hugging him, his heart stung when he felt you shaking. He laid one hand on the back of your head and tugged a little at your waist to pull you even closer. Of course only to keep up the charade that he was your boyfriend.

“Are you alright?”, he asked gently, lips brushing against your temple again, trying to keep in mind not to get too carried away.

You nodded against his chest.

Forcing himself to let you go, he laced his fingers with yours, his heart hammering against his ribs at the feeling of your warmth.

“I’m… I’m sorry I missed training yesterday.”, he said, his voice so faint you barely heard it.

“That’s okay… I was just worried that I did something wrong.”

His eyes widened slightly and he shook his head, “No! Nono, you didn’t do anything.”

You relaxed further, even giving a small laugh at his urgency.

“It had nothing to do with you, it was… my … thing.”

You furrowed your brow.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Oikawa shook his head and, wanting to underline the boyfriend aspect again, raised your fingers to his mouth, throwing a careful glance over his shoulder.

His lips didn’t touch your skin, but you were close enough to feel the heat radiating from his face and from afar it would look convincing.

“So, what brings you here on this fine night?”, he asked conversationally, wanting very badly to change the topic.

He was a little disappointed when the train finally arrived, realizing how much he had missed talking to you even only for those few days and was about to say goodbye when two of the drunks were boarding the cart as well.

Seeing the look on your face and the uncomfortable shift in your seat, Oikawa slipped through the doors as they were closing and took the seat next to you. For good measure he draped his arm around your shoulder, leaning his cheek on the top of your head.

“Sorry, this must be so weird for you.”, he whispered and you chuckled.

“Thank you, though.”

He smiled and didn’t let you go until you were at the right stop.

Later when he was home in bed, thinking about what happened, Oikawa rolled over to the side and thought about you and your boyfriend again.

You were together. You were happy together.

And really, you weren’t that great. For example, it was so annoying how you… or when you…

He was pathetic.

For the next half an hour he tried his hardest to make a mental list of reasons why you and him shouldn't be together. In the end there was exactly one reason. Groaning in frustration he turned on some music to drown out the list of reasons why you would be great together - why he wanted, no, needed you so badly.

Why did he have so many love songs in his playlists?!

He jumped when he got a text from you. It was not like you were doing this on purpose. He stared at the short Thank You message for minutes, his gaze drawn to the little yellow heart at the end of it, reminding himself over and over that you were happy with the idiot. And in the end, that was all that mattered. That you were happy.

art: Oikawa himself tbf

✨@rinnndoll 👋🏻 ✨

[skzooweemama]

can i request something like the skz members worst spots and being able to overpower them in a tk fight or smth?

idk i thought it might be cute but you don’t have to write it if you don’t want!

love this idea!! thanks for requesting it :)

i'm doing my best to get things out in a timely manner! i'm sorry for these long wait times in between requests being answered. i just started college and i don't have as much time right now :(

also i did not proofread this whoops

i hope you enjoy!!

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Bang Chan:

big ol leader channie is definitely not without his weaknesses

his insanely ticklish sides is one of them 

c’mon, at this point we all know that’s his worst spot 

whenever the members touch/poke him there, he practically ascends 

the funny thing about chan is that he won’t try to hide that he’s ticklish

like of course he’s not going around announcing it, and if you ask he’ll say no and try to redirect the conversation

 but if you bother to fact check by poking at his sides, he’s gonna start giggling immediately 

now, as we’ve seen before, chan tends to get goofy and start tickle fights

but fear not! overpowering him is actually pretty easy

as soon as you dig your fingers into his sides, you’ve won 

"Babyyyy~ you're cuteeee!" Chan cooed, poking at your shoulder. You were wearing a cute hairband to keep your hair out of your eyes, and apparently that was just too much for your loving boyfriend. He appeared at your side as soon as you sat down on the couch and began to bug you.

"Channie, it's just a hairband! Stop poking me!" You exclaimed, fighting back a smile. Chan saw you beginning to smile and started humming, now aiming his pokes for your belly.

"You smiling for me? Hm?" He asked in his annoying baby voice, the well-aimed pokes making you squirm and giggle. "What? Does it tickle? Should I stop?"

"Yehes! Leheave me alohone!" You choked out, pushing at his hands. Chan took this as a sign to begin torturing you more, and you just about had enough. The next time he reached forward to poke you, you shot a hand straight to his side, squeezing at the muscle you found there.

"AHH!" Chan screamed, immediately going to protect his ticklish sides. Unfortunately for him, you weren't going anywhere. You used your bodyweight to push him down onto the couch and sat on top of him, massaging deep circles into his flesh. Chan lost it, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back as he shrieked with laughter. "NAHAHA!! I'M SOHORRY!! I'M SORRY!!"

"Yeah? You're sorry? What if I don't forgive you?" You asked, giggling at his cute reactions while you evil fingers worked the muscles in his sides. "Maybe I should just tickle you forever?"

Chan let out another scream at that, shaking his head back and forth wildly. "NOHOHO!! NO MOHOHOREE!!"

You just snickered to yourself and kept up your tickle attack until you felt Chan had fully learned his lesson. Plus, you also just really liked his laughter.

Lee Know:

minho can be kind of a wild card

he is really good at stopping himself from laughing when he feels ticklish

however he does have one spot that is guaranteed to break him faster than all the others

his thighs

that's right

especially his inner thigh, right where all his muscle is?

immediate death

he'll try not to laugh, ever the stubborn bunny that you know and love

but he will not last long and soon enough his witch cackle will burst forth

just watch out, he squirms really bad when he's tickled there <3

"Min! Enough! You know I'm ticklish!" You exclaimed, batting at the hand that was currently tracing patterns on your sides. Minho couldn't help but smile his devious little bunny smile at you, and that's when you knew your lazy morning in bed was about to come to an end. "Don't you daAHH!" You couldn't even get your threat out before Minho was digging his thumbs into your sides and you were screaming.

You tried to roll away to no avail. Those evil fingers just followed you. For a moment, you almost thought about giving up and letting Minho have his way with you. But then... then you got a genius idea. Instead of rolling away, you rolled towards Minho on the bed.

"Oh? Coming back for more?" He asked, continuing to tickle at your sides. You were giggling like mad, but you mustered up your best glare before you reached down and dug your fingers into his thighs.

Minho's face went red almost immediately and he began to shake, turning to hide his face in the sheets of the bed. Since he wasn’t as focused on you now, you wiggled away from his tickling fingers and dove beneath the sheets, aiming to get him back for being such a brat. You koala hugged his kicking legs, effectively immobilizing them, and began to really attack the sensitive inner part of his thigh.

“AHH!! NAHAHAA!! Nononono!!!” Minho whined, throwing his head back as the giggles and laughter escaped him. He was squeezing his legs together tightly and pushing at your shoulder, but you were on him like glue. You didn’t have much room to wiggle your fingers as they were being crushed by his thighs, but it seems like the mere presence of them was enough to drive your boyfriend crazy.

“You did this to yourself! You started it!” You told him, giggling to yourself. You had half a mind to blow a raspberry into his hip, but at the rate his was bucking and twisting, you worried about the safety of your jaw if you did.

Minho was almost to tears with how hard he was laughing. It had been awhile since you had gotten him this good, and something told you he was not going to let you get away with it either. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right?

“ENOHOHOUGH!! Pleaseeee!!”

“Are you sorry for ruining my morning?” You asked, voice muffled from under the sheets. Minho shrieked out a “Yes!” and you decided that was good enough for you to stop and drown him in kisses instead.

Changbin:

bin is just goofy and that's that

both of you make each other laugh constantly and definitely know each other's tickle spots

his worst spot is his pecs/upper ribs fs

i mean, we've seen all of the members poke/scratch at that spot at least once

and each time, binnie loses it

he's laughing immediately whether you knead, poke, or just wiggle your fingers in the vicinity of the muscle there

his smile and giggles are heart meltingly adorable

frankly you should always be tickling him, it's a crime not to

when it comes to tickle fights, you both are equally as likely to start it

but if you can get at his pecs, you're more likely to win :0

"Oh my gosh! Babe, you're so big now!" Changbin cooed, kneading your right bicep teasingly as you bit your lip to hide your smile.

Your growing muscles have been Changbin's favorite topic of conversation for about a month now. Ever since he'd finally gotten you to join him at the gym, your boyfriend was constantly praising you and feeling your developing biceps at every chance he got. Which, of course, was very sweet and absolutely would be fine... if he didn't also take it as a chance to tickle the snot out of you as well.

Because now his fingers were in your armpit and you were about to scream.

"B-Bin! Enough! Stohop!" You protested, pulling at your arm that was currently being held hostage. Changbin just giggled, scratching at your sensitive skin until you were shrieking and whining at him.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. You went to push at his chest, digging into the side of his pec when you did so. Changbin froze, completely caught off-guard by the counter attack. Even though you were still giggling, a mean glint appeared in your eyes and you tore your arm away, now using both hands to torture his ribs and pecs. Changbin broke into belly laughs immediately, collapsing to the floor in a fit of ticklishness.

You followed him down, seating yourself right on top of him. Changbin pushed at you desperately, but you were an immovable object set on destroying him. Your nails scratched at the sides of his chest, which made him squirm and giggle.

"Plehehease!! Enohohough!!" He whined, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back as he swatted at you.

"You didn't stop when I told you to! This is your punishment!" You insisted, driving your point home by massaging ticklish circles on the area where his underarm met his chest. Changbin squealed and suddenly the belly laughs were back in full force.

"NAHAHA!! IHIH'M SOHORRY!!"

"Are you really?"

Changbin only nodded his head "yes" as his laughter fell silent, cheeks bright red and wet with tears of mirth. You deliberated to yourself for a moment before you let him be. After he caught his breath, the pout was inevitable, as was the demand that you owed him kisses.

Lucky for him, you were all too happy to oblige.

Hyunjin:

hyunjin is kind of one giant tickle spot 

he is so. fun. to mess with 

but even he has his worst spots 

and when i say bad, i mean BAD

with some spots, like his neck and legs, he can handle being poked there for a bit without reacting even if it does tickle

however… his sides are another story

as seungmin has demonstrated on many different occasions, even a poke there has him reeling 

especially that one spot that he pokes!! y’all know the one 

you can bet your booty that he’s gonna do his scream cackle and then do anything he can to get away from you 

be ready to FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT TO WRECK HIM 

“Yah! Hyunjin! Leave me alone!” You exclaim, getting up to move away from your clingy boyfriend for the millionth time. “It’s hot, I don’t wanna cuddle right now.” 

Hyunjin pouts dramatically and starts to whine, “Why don’t you love me?!” You roll your eyes and settle into your new spot on the exact opposite end of your small picnic blanket. 

“You know I do, it’s just hot and I hate when I get too sweaty- hey! Stay away!” Too late, Hyunjin had already crawled towards you and buried his face in your tummy, arms hugging around your waist. 

“Don‘t leave meeee!” He whined out, and the vibrations of his voice being muffled by your tummy had you freaking out. You pushed at his shoulders, desperate to get him away from your abdomen without alerting him as to the reason. Hyunjin seemingly took great offense to this, and he suddenly was burying his face further into your belly and groaning loudly. This time, you couldn’t help but let out a ticklish squeal, smacking your boyfriend’s back to get him off of you.

“Hyun! Nohoho!” You giggled, almost feeling the mischievous smile spread across Hyunjin’s face against your stomach. Before you knew it, there were fingers digging into your sides and raspberries being blown through the thin fabric of your sundress. You gasped out a laugh at the sudden sensation and reflexively grabbed for him to try to push him off. 

It’s never a good idea to start a tickle fight when you’re the more ticklish party, take it from Hyunjin. 

As soon as your fingers brushed along his side as you grasped for him, he let out a dramatic scream and immediately tried to run. Of course, he didn’t make it far. You caught him around the waist before he could sneak away and gave him a little taste of his own medicine. 

"NAHAHA!! NONONO!!" Hyunjin cried out, splayed beneath you on the blanket as he writhed in ticklish agony. It was too bad he was so ticklish, truthfully all you were doing was tasering his sides a bit. He kicked and swatted at you, but you had come accustom to dodging these kind of attacks. You wrecked him a lot at home.

By the time you let him have a breather, Hyunjin was a blushing mess and the sun had dropped below the horizon. The two of you had also drawn quite a few looks, so you decided your picnic was probably over for the night. Besides, Hyunjin was pouting again and you felt like he was due for some pampering at home.

Han:

han starts all this shit

he deserves whatever you wanna do to him in response tbh

he tickles you to win video games, he tickles you when he wants something, he tickles you when he's bored

and the fact is HE IS MORE TICKLISH THAN YOU

wreck him.

tbh for han i feel like a lot of places are bad, but-

i stand firm in my belief that his knees are the worst

i mean, we all saw him in that one tickle challenge? yeah <3

so you best grab those knees and get him back

he usually only smiles at first, trying his best to hold in his giggles, before he breaks

then belly laughs are super common with him, if he's laughing, he's LAUGHING

he's cute, i love him

“Babyyyy~ where areeee you?” Han singsonged, walking into the living room.

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest from anticipation as you hid, shaking a bit from the adrenaline. Han was in one of his moods, the ones where he decides to be a tickle monster for no other reason than because he wants to mess with you. Sometimes it felt like you were dating a child instead of a 23 year old man.

Your knees began to ache from crouching behind the couch, and slowly you got more and more fed up with this little game. Han was closer now, and something told you he’d find you momentarily. Instead of sitting and waiting for him to get the upper hand once he found you, you waited until his back was turned before popping up from your hiding spot and jumping on him.

Han cried out in surprise, before chuckling. "Oh you're a sneak." He teased, trying to reach around to grab at your sides. You moved away from his hands and ignored the butterflies in your tummy at his words.

You leaned forward until you were right beside his ear and whispered, "Of course, baby. Did I surprise you?" Han laughed again at your words, opening his mouth to tease you again. You didn't let him do that, obviously, because you were already tackling him into the couch. "I think you've been kind of bad tonight, Ji."

"Have I?" He asked, shifting so he was staring up at you, his hands once again looking to tickle you. You hummed in response, and without anymore warning, you reaching down to squeeze knees. "Wah! Baby, baby, waitttt!" He whined, biting back his giggles with a silly smile plastered on his face.

You cooed at him with fake sympathy in your voice, but still ran your fingers through the underside of his knees. Han squealed at this, covering his blushing face with one hand while his other pushed at you desperately.

"Does that tickle, Hannie?" You ask, breath ghosting over his bare legs as you combined your squeezing and scratching on both of his knees.

"Nahaha- AHH! Nohoho!! Gah!" He giggled and whined, kicking at you gently. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his hip and giving him a break. Han glared at you, but still pulled you towards him so he could give you some kisses of his own.

Felix:

felix is really your sweetheart

he's always thoughtful and kind and he makes you wanna eat him

and you instigate most of these tickle fights soooo...

you kinda found out quick where his worst spot was

lower belly, full stop.

he's wayyy too sensitive there

i feel like the members don't tickle felix as much, but as his partner, you definitely do

he never really tries to tickle you first unless it's an accident or he's feeling extra playful, so it's not much of a struggle to overpower him

even if he does start it, as soon as you dig your fingers into his belly, he's completely incapacitated

his laugh can sound a couple different ways, but usually it's kind of that croaking, deep laugh that he does

he looks so cute and his laughter sounds so menacing, it's just a funny visual

psa: he will start crying if he's tickled too much, just a warning

“Gah! Felix!” You cry out as you’re suddenly pounced on. It seemed you would not be getting in a nap today. Felix huffed out a small laugh, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “What are you doing?” You whine, begrudgingly hugging your cute boyfriend back.

“Bored.” Is all the answer you got before he’s nuzzling into your more aggressively, the feeling of his hair on your neck making you giggle and shy away.

“Well do you really have to bug me? Your hair tickles.” You asked with a small laugh, and Felix only hummed in response while continuing his nuzzling. "Hehey! Knohock it off!" You exclaimed.

"Knock it off~," He said in childish voice, clearly mocking you.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing playfully at his silly behavior.

"Alright, that's it." You slipped your hands between the two of you and dug you fingers into Felix's belly, vibrating into the muscle you found there.

"AHH!" Felix cried out, immediately trying to roll off of you. You wrapped your legs around his so he couldn't and kept up your torture. "AHAHA!! NOHOHO!! SO MEHEHEANN!!" Felix shrieked with laughter, clearly too ticklish for his own good.

"I'm mean? Should I show you how mean I can be?" You asked, a teasing tone in your voice. Felix squeaked at your threat and shook his head, already pleading for mercy. "Alright, alright, I'm done." You conceded, opting instead to hug him close.

Felix whined and hugged you back, returning to his nuzzling once again. It still tickled, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop him so you just kissed the side of his head instead.

Seungmin:

seungmin is another one of those that you need to keep an eye on

he's sneaky and mean

tickle the snot out of him honestly

his worst spot is his hips

you are grateful for this fact, because when he's being a little shit he's SO easy to humble

a squeeze to his hips has him tripping over himself honestly

i like to imagine in that one vlive where chan was tackling him off camera that he was just going to town on his hips

he deserves it!!

not as easy to overpower because he's just kind of tall and long, but if he's weakened for some reason (ex. sleepy) you have a better chance of teaching him a lesson

massaging circles right on his hip bones with your thumbs sends him into orbit, just letting yk

be prepared for the seungmin™️ laugh, it's so cute and so him <33

"You're so mean! I was almohost aslehehep!" You whined, squirming around in Seungmin's lap as he traced ticklish shapes into your belly. You had been hoping for a nap, but apparently that was too much to ask for.

"I can't help myself, you're just so easy!" Seungmin snickered, his voice right in your ear from where he was spooning you on your couch. You whined and squirmed some more, before you ended up moving around so much that you fell off the couch.

"Ow!" You exclaimed, having hit your elbow on the ground on the way down. Seungmin began to laugh at you and went to help you up off the ground. You pouted at him and swatted him away, instead pushing him back into the couch and digging your hands into his hips.

"AHH!" Seungmin howled, laughter immediately bubbling up from his chest. "NAHAA!! Nohot theheheree!!" His laughter mixed into his words seamlessly, and you almost wondered if he should never not be laughing like this.

"Not here?" You asked, changing from rough tickles to lighter scratching and smiling when his giggles jumped an octave. "Is it bad?"

"Yehehes! AHH! Ihihit's bahad!! Noho mohohore!" Seungmin was whining and pulling at your hands, clearly feeling too lazy to properly fight back. You cooed at him for a second, but eventually let him go.

"Scoot over, I'm big spoon this time. You can't be trusted." You told him, and Seungmin agreed without any argument, clearly too tired to fight you anymore. Small miracles.

I.N:

listen to me, i love jeongin with all my heart and i would die for him

anyway

he's stupid ticklish (as we know) and you can bet your booty that his worst spot is his sides

there's something with skz and sides man, idk

tbh his worst spot isn't much worse than any other spot, but for the sake of this we're just gonna focus on his sides

he doesn't really like to risk being wrecked by tickling you first, so he won't try anything unless he's feeling particularly brave

so overpowering him isn't a question a lot of the time

he kind of just turns to putty as soon as you start teasing him

i mean, he does tend to run away or try to escape, so i guess you overpower him that way?

pin him down, pin him down!

his laughter is squeaky and adorable, but he dolphin screams sometimes too

will give no warning beforehand, rip your ears

"Innie! Fight me!" You exclaimed, jumping onto your boyfriend's back where he's laying on your bed. He let out a loud "oof" when you landed and groaned, burying his head in one of the pillows near him. "Hey! I said fight me!"

Jeongin groaned yet again, turning his head to the side so he could glance up at you. "You're so annoying." He said, completely deadpan.

You gasped dramatically. "How dare you! I'm annoying? I'll show you annoying!"

He seemed to realize what you were up to before you did anything. "Yah, baby, dohOHN'T-," You cut him off with his own giggles when you started to squeeze at his sides. Jeongin buried his head in the pillow once again, body shaking with barely concealed laughter as you tortured his poor sides.

"Innie, why are you hiding? Don't hide from me!" You insisted, tweaking an extra sensitive spot on his left side that had him throwing his head back and letting out a scream of ticklish agony.

"AHH!! NOHOHO!! Staha- stAHAP!!" Jeongin's ears and neck were completely red as he begged for mercy. That's always how you knew you were getting him good.

"Should I stop? Do you deserve that?"

"Yehe-," You tweaked that spot again. "YAH! YEHES! ENOHOHOUGH!!" His laughter was getting breathy, and you knew it was probably time to let him go. You rolled off of him and Jeongin curled up into a ball on the bed beside you, lost in a fit of residual giggles.

"That was... heh... so unnecessary..." He panted, and you reached over to rub his hair comfortingly.

"Yeah it was, I just can't help it sometimes..." You explained, which had Jeongin glaring at you playfully. "C'mere!" You wrestled him into a hug which had him complaining yet again, but deep down, you knew he secretly loved it.

[aerequets]

I really liked the scene you drew for the fanfic Once more with feeling. Do you have other fanfics recommandations? PS. I love your art :3

thank you! :D and yes of course i do 😎 i have this list (twiyor) from a while ago but i have amassed more than enough new faves to make a new one!

i will try to get a mix of fics w/ different vibes, and different lengths, as well as those that you may not have heard of before. most if not all of them will be twiyor tho, bc that's what i read most.

i'll put them under the cut!

FUN FACT i spent like 45 mins writing a list and SOMEHOW DELETED IT ALL. so this is take 2 😭😭😭😭 ANYWAYS

The Woman in Red by @nightofnyx8

rated M, 7/7 chaps, 47.9k words

this fic feels like a book to me if i was already invested in the characters. it revolves around yor, who gets an assignment to find out where a bunch of trafficked girls are being kept by the asshole of the millenium, vito cohen. it is also post reveal, post relationship twiyor. this fic has dark moments just by virtue of the subject matter, but none of it feels gratuitous if that makes sense? like every bit of violence lends to the whole picture. there are also some Steamy ™ twiyor moments, which are easily skippable if that's not your thing, but their whole relationship here is just written so well. the trust is there and the protective loid vibes are 👌 i m m a c u l a t e

Smoldering by @julphines

rated G, 1/1 chaps, 2.1k words

i freaking love the look into post reveal, pre relationship twiyor we get here. it's not overtly romantic but instead them getting to know each other. i especially love the details of them having to make themselves be vulnerable in some ways because they just aren't used to it. a really nice, in-between sort of fic :)

In Love With the Distance by Newt on ao3

rated T, 37/37 chaps, 21.5k words

this one is formatted as a collection of letters and i am OBSESSED. i think the author does a very good job getting the character voices down, and the fact that the progression in their relationship is clear despite being in this letter format will never cease to amaze me. it's also incredibly consistent and has cute 'ciphers' at the top that are used to disguise the letters. this one is also post reveal, and kinda follows what happens immediately after. some bits are outside the letter format, but for the most part, it's loid and yor writing to each other. love

La Vie En Rose by @jubileen

rated T, 1/1 chaps, 3.7k words

i love me a good ol 5+1 fic, and this one did not disappoint 😌 i especially liked how the thing that is being counted here (you know, the "five times x and one time x") is not explicitly stated each time. it's something that is as slowly revealed to the reader as it is to the characters, which is a nice touch. and there are more things you catch after a reread, which i am also a great fan of!

An Ever Fixed Mark by Spiraling (Stormwind13) on ao3

rated T, 3/3 chaps, 3.8k words

soulmates that share wounds!!!!!! need i say more?? ALSO, there's some GORJUS artwork in this fic! actually, the first "chapter" is just the cover page, and then in the third chapter is another illustration which is so well done! so that's a plus :) this fic has the nice ol heartwrenching mix of backstory and present for the characters, another plus!

this fic is restricted tho, so u gotta be logged into ao3 to read it 🙏

Love, He was Certain by toteally on ao3

rated M, 1/1 chaps, 3.2k words

this one is so funny and good to me bc loid goes head empty seeing fruit juice dribble down yor's chin KJFDHSJ i love when overthinking characters suddenly can't form a thought at the most mundane of happenings. ALSO the thing fics/books do when the title comes up and you're like OHHHH THERE IT IS!!! yeah that as well

Macabre Theme and Variations by @piracytheorist

rated T, 15/15 chaps, 66.6k words (lol)

WOOOO TIME LOOP FIC! yet another thing that i am a fan of :DD although HEED THE WARNING because there IS violence but there is also a happy ending. this fic follows twilight as he goes through the same day over and over again and tries not to die a horrific death forever. mans gets more trauma, BUT he also gets character progression and a happy ending so fair trade off right 🤔 (yes. the answer is yes)

anyways, this list is hardly even the tip of the iceberg. there's also my bookmarks which, at the time of writing this post, are at 354... most of which are sxf/twiyor.... so yeah LMAO obviously i couldnt put all of them into this post but definitely check those out. i've also got my own works if you're interested but hopefully this list contains fics you have not yet read, and that you will like 🙏🙏

(if your fic is on this list and you haven't been tagged + would like to be, pls let me know!)

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

Free Rhys Darby ASMR Sources

So @hang-on-lil-tomato got me thinking with their post about Stede Story Time, I did all this research into all the Rhys Darby works and I realised I should probably compile it in case other folks are looking for the same things.

So yeah, I mean, Rhys doesn't do audio books as of yet, but man would that be amazing if he did. So for those of you who want to hear some good 'ol Rhys Darby voice, here's some sources. Please feel free to message me if you have more. ! I'd love to add them, and I'll tag ya :D

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Rhys Darby as Stede Bonnet Youtube Compilations

Stede say'd Ed for a full Minute by justagaycatboy

Stede Bonnet being a bitch for 4 + mins by Rae Hamilton-Vargo

Stede Bonnet being the crew's dad for almost 4 minutes by grim weaper

Stede Bonnet screaming for 2 minutes 15 seconds by "Our Flag Means Death"

Stede Bonnet cursing for almost a whole minute by Murder Turtle

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TV or Mini Series

Rhys Darby in Japan (Freevee on Amazon)

So as someone who lived in Japan for a bit, this series is really really fun. It's awkward, and funny and it's almost all Rhys Darby as he's narrating and living the whole damn thing. There are quotes from this show that I use in my every day life, I love it so much.

Short Poppies (Freevee on Amazon)

Considering most of the characters in this show are in fact Rhys Darby, it's a great way to hear his very colourful range. I haven't seen all the episodes, but I find it quite endearing.

Intrepid Journeys (Rwanda) (Youtube/nzonscreen.com)

Ty @hang-on-lil-tomato and @meanmisscharles for this recommendation! I haven't watched it yet but here's the description:

"This Intrepid Journey sees comedian Rhys Darby taking an OE to the landlocked African country of Rwanda. Darby makes a bunch of friends in the markets of capital city Kigali, then heads on a jungle adventure. Far from the New York office of his Flight of the Conchords character Murray, he searches for critically endangered mountain gorillas. Darby is guided by François — a personable and entertaining park ranger, fluent in primate dialect — whose aping gives Darby a run for his money in gorilla impersonation. Darby is quietened by a sombre genocide memorial, and a 200 kilogram silverback."

Stand up

These are pretty self explanatory, wanna hear Rhys Darby talk for an hour or so? Stand ups the way to do it, all the voices you could want and no one interrupting him.

Rhys Darby I'm A Fighter Jet Rhys Darby: This Way Spaceship It's Rhys Darby Night Mystic Timebird

Youtube Shorts/Channels

Rhys' Youtube Channel featuring stand up shorts, sketches, Rhys' playing games and other fun stuff like "The Alone Rangers". All stuff I have to dive into, thanks again @hang-on-lil-tomato!

Movies

Love Birds (Included with Prime Video)

So if you follow @celluloidbroomcloset you have probably heard of Love Birds, and as someone who is totally normal for Rhys Darby, and loves birds and used to do rescue work, I have to day this movie is adorable. It's a really cute love story, and good god Rhys is hot AF. He and Sally Hawkins have amazing chemistry, and you get lots of good Rhys voice...in a romantic setting. I apologize ahead of time to any of you who lose your soul to this movie.

Coming & Going(Freevee)

So I haven't seen this one personally, so I can't speak to it (it's on my list for this week actually!) so I'll update this once I do.. but in the mean time, here's the description:

"When Lee (Rhys Darby), a young, skilled OBGYN who lacks confidence with women, suffers a minor injury that temporarily lands him in a wheelchair, he meets Alex (Sasha Alexander), the girl of his dreams. Convinced she has only paid attention to him because he's in that chair, he stays in it to win her affections well after his injury has healed."

Podcasts

The Cryptid Factor

You're gonna hear more than just Rhys, you'll hear from Dan Schreiber and Buttons (not ofmd buttons) and some other folks occasionally but you get to hear Rhys in his element, which is awesome because he is the goofy nerdy man we all know and love. The Cryptid Factor on Apple Podcasts

You can also go to their patreon and subscribe for free there-- the paid versions have video footage from a lot of shows and some other cool perks including stickers and book clubs and such.

Aliens Like Us

Thank you @hang-on-lil-tomato for this one! I hadn't found it before

General Reference to Works

Here's some overall guides to his various voice works (thank you again to @hang-on-lil-tomato )

--- Anyway -- hope that helps with your Rhys Darby very normalness :D

[violetmina]

Chokehold - Ch. 10

Chokehold Masterlist

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Pairing: Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,067

Warning: Swearing, adult themes, mentions of bodily harm, blood, and good ol’ Butcher himself.

A/N: Honestly, this chapter is basically a whole lot of whump and comfort. And despite my best efforts, Butcher might be a bit OOC for it. Nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy.

"Jesus, Butcher!"

With a flurry of fingers you snatch your phone from the floor before you can step on it, discarding it on the counter to approach the bloody man. You turn on the faucet after seizing a washcloth from one of the drawers, your stomach clenching at the sight of so much red swirling down the drain. It's then you finally notice your first aid kit on the other side of the sink, already half gutted by your unexpected visitor.

He's awake and something akin to alert. But you can tell that Butcher isn't processing on all cylinders. It's not until you wring out the cloth and turn to him that he catches your intent. He bats at your hand when you reach to wipe at the left side of his face. "Nah, nah. Stop. Stop! I don' need fuckin' motherin'!"

"No, but you could use a hand," you quip with strained patience.

"I told ya, I got it!"

Both of you swear when he reaches for the first aid and his bloody hand slips on the edge of the basin, nearly sending him into the mirror. You grab his belt and begin to gently tug him back towards the toilet. "C'mon, Billy. Sit down, just for a min-"

"Fuck off! I can-!"

"Sit!"

He glares at you through his seeping war paint. He grunts when you give a good yank on his belt, causing him to totter before he begrudgingly slumps onto the toilet lid. The glare grows into a full-on man pout, and in any other circumstance you might have laughed. Instead, you nudge one of his boots to the side with your foot and stand between his knees. You begin cleaning at his temple, making quick but gentle work of trying to  find the source of blood.

"I'd have done it me self just fine," he grumbles when you clear around his eye. "Wasn't expecting you home this early anyway."

"Early? Butcher it's late. It's been nearly twenty-four hours since you left the office."

The pout gives way to confusion. "Has it really?," he asks, more to himself than you. He smears blood from the face of his watch and squints at the time. "Christ. S'pose you're right."

"What happened, Billy? How'd you end up in my bathroom like this?"

"Well I let myself in."

The groggy smirk he gives you is a double-edged sword. You're not certain if it's an indication that he's fairly ok, or if he's using humor to deflect. You take a slow, deep breath before replying, "I can see that. What happened after you left the hospital last night?"

"What'd MM tell ya?"

"He told me about the girl. No one has seen you since then. I'm asking you."

The biting edge of worry begins to gnaw at your guts as you rinse the cloth and try to clean his cheeks, what you can dab out of his beard. What if his head injury is worse than you thought? How impaired might his memory be?

A look of concentration flits in his eyes before he finally speaks. "Tracked down the club she told us about. Paid their security a little visit. Was waiting to be led back to their surveillance room when I got ambushed."

"By whom? Vought?"

"Not Vought," he winces when you swipe into his hairline. "Couldn't've gotten there ahead of me like that. I think Walsh used Vought's squawker to stay ahead of the company lackeys when they went snooping. But now he's gonna know somebody else is digging up his side hustle. Bastards he hired looked like third party thugs."

You rinse the cloth again and begin gingerly sweeping through his hair, his wince your first clue of where his wound may be. Your free hand works at parting the thick, sodden strands. "You mean he's hired people not part of Vought, to cover his tracks, right?"

"Believe so. They didn't act like the usual company muppets. Fuckin' hell, love!" He hisses before sending you an annoyed glance. "Don't mind a hair-pulling kink but you're fucking scalping me here!"

"I'm sorry. You're clotting so bad it's matting. I need you to move to sit on the edge of the tub."

"What? Why?"

"Please don't make this any harder," you sigh, gripping his belt again to help him shuffle over to the lip of the bath. Once he's seated and balanced to your liking, you unhook the shower head and start a slow warm flow. "I have to get some of the blood out of your hair. I can't see your scalp."

"Should probably clean this one first," Butcher grits as he starts fiddling with his shirt.

You turn from the water with a frown. "Clean what one f-? Oh my god!"

A knot of nausea squeezes your belly at the sight that appears when he slips off the left side of his shirt. The rivers of blood trace from his fingertips up to just under the end of his clavicle. There in front of the socket is a lumpy, pocket-like wound just under the skin from which the blood oozes, a long gouge trailing back from it towards his sternum like a thin, shallow comet tail. As his fingers begin to prod about the lump you realize that it is a pocket, and in it-.

"You didn't tell me you were shot!" You drop the shower head and reach for some of the clean gauze still left in the first aid kit. When you turn back, it's just in time to watch him squeeze the pocket with gritted teeth and watch the bullet slip out. He fumbles with a pant of relief as it drops into his slick palm. Before you can even process, he gives it a feeble toss over your shoulder. It clatters in the sink.

"Least it wasn't a hollow point," he mumbles. "Woulda been real messy."

"No. Nuh-uh," you stammer finally. "I'm taking you-."

"Nowhere." Butcher manages a steely look in your direction. "Can't go to the hospital. They'll be looking for me."

"Ok. Maybe if I call MM then-"

"Not doing that either. We split at the ER for a reason." Then almost under his breath, "Shouldn't have even come here."

You dart forward, cursing as you press the gauze against the wound firmly. He manages to sneak his right hand under yours to take over. "Calm down, it was more of a graze. Superficial. Hardly needs packing."

"Calm down? Any deeper and this-!" You cut off at the realization; if it had entered a mere inch or so further back it likely would have torn through the top of his lungs, his lower windpipe. Not wanting to dwell on it, you glare at his reckless face before ripping through your kit for packing, a sterile q-tip and an ampoule of sterile water. You pry his fingers and gauze back long enough to clean around the shallow pocket, trying to rinse without saturating. Then follow suit on the graze. "Don't know how the hell you got so lucky," you spit as you place the miniscule amount of packing needed into the bullet hole once the bleeding had been staunched. "Didn't even know this was possible."

"Nah. Seen weirder in my bootneck days," he says with a lopsided shrug, holding the left side still as you apply a dry dressing.

"I don't wanna know." Again, you rinse the cloth, which now is tinted a stubborn pink and set to cleaning off his arm. When he tries to take it from you, you snatch it back. "You're going to let me finish. Now what did you mean? Why did you come here?"

"I shoulda gone to my place," he admits quietly, eyeing the cloth in a way that tells you he is not going to fully cooperate. "Just couldn't quite get there on foot."

His skin finally loses its sanguinous sheen and you abandon the cloth in the sink for a fresh clean one. Setting it aside on the edge, you reach back down into the tub and retrieve the shower head. He attempts to slip it from your fingers but you manage to evade. "I'm almost done, Billy. How about you chill for five minutes of your life?"

"I think I can manage washing myself," he snaps.

"Didn't say you couldn't. You need to mind your shoulder though." You maneuver back between his knees. "If it doesn't make you too dizzy, you need to tilt your head back. Let's see if I can keep from soaking your new dressing. I can't speak for your shirt."

"Oh God forbid you get me bloodstained shirt a little wet." Butcher slips the right side off with a shrug and dangles the shirt between you with his good arm and a bit of exasperation. He tosses it onto the floor, next to his jacket in the corner you realize, before trying yet again to snatch the shower head. He nearly falls off the edge of the tub in the process and you bite back an expletive when you help right him again with your free hand on the back of his neck.

"Please, Billy." It comes out soft, almost tired.

He scowls at you for a moment. You almost wonder if he had heard your plea over the water. Then finally he grips the edge of the tub and slowly tilts his head back. 

You dive in before he can change his mind, moving your hand from his neck to his hairline to block water from running into his face. In mere seconds your bath resembles your sink, bloody water dripping in little streams from the back of his skull. There had been many times over the past couple months your fingers had itched with want to run through Butcher's unruly locks. But you never pictured it being like this, easing and crumbling clots from his hair, fingertips only ghosting the roots for fear of pulling at the injured scalp beneath.

Briefly there had been a moment where you thought he might be coming around. But you still catch glimpses of it in his eyes, the brain fog that rolls in and out like a tide. When he begins to lean too far back and blindly reaches out to catch at your waist instead of the tub, you don't comment. But your worry grows in the sound of the running water, then doubles in size at a sudden thought.

"Please tell me I'm not about to find a bullet here, too."

The corner of his mouth curls and the brain fog ebbs out of his eyes. Mischief replaces it. "Don't be daft. I'm not a zombie out for your brains. Those twats were piss-poor shots anyway."

"Your spanking new dressings say otherwise," you deadpan. A second after and you finally find it. A long jagged gash arcing just behind his left temple and back, stopping a couple inches before his ear. You lower the shower head into the tub again to inspect further. "Definitely not a bullet wound. What made this?"

"Dunno," Butcher replies. "One threw something, didn't see what. Clocked me right as I rounded a corner."

"Threw it at you?"

"Pretty sure his gun jammed just before. Fucking amateur," he says smugly.

You shake your head. "Whatever it was, it got you good. Luckily it's not too deep. Just made you bleed like a stuffed pig. And I suspect a slight concussion. Those steri-strip things would be best but I don't think they'll stay with all your hair. I should have some liquid bandage stuff in the kit though."

You pick up the clean cloth and start dabbing at the broken skin, trying to be gentle. Once it's a bit more dry, you slip back just far enough to turn and dip into your kit. After a bit of rummaging you find the little tube you're looking for. With the faintest tapping on the back of his skull, you signal for him to ease his head to forward. You start applying the gel on the wound, working from the back towards his temple.

If he notices the sting that usually comes with liquid stitches, he says nothing. As a matter of fact, he's rather quiet as the minutes pass. Enough to unsettle you again as you reach the end of the gash. Satisfied with your work, you discard the tube with a toss back into the kit before carefully dipping both hands into his hair. When he arches a brow at you, you reply, "Just checking for any other wounds. And making sure the rest of your skull is still intact."

Still he says nothing and allows you to examine him further. He's already got a hell of a knot forming around the gash. But as you tread your fingertips along his scalp, you find no further injury. When your fingers reach far enough to touch, lacing round the back of his head, he makes a small hum in his throat. You glance at his face, finding his eyes flitting just a bit, more foggy than before.

When you snap your hands back to hold his face, he comes straight back to alert. "Wha-?"

"Look straight ahead. Need to see your eyes."

He stares back at you, brow arching again. "The hell you doing now?," he asks dryly.

"I'm checking for nystagmus."

"Plain English, Nurse Ratched."

"Involuntary eye movements. Like when you look at something but your eyes keep ticking away then right back. Thought I saw it a second ago."

He surprises you with a chuckle, and it manages to smooth out some of your concern. "I think I'll live if I have a lazy eye for a minute, darlin'."

"Not a lazy eye. Nystagmus often happens if there's neurological issues. Surgical sedation can cause it. Or, you know, someone or something trying to bust your head open like a damn pinata. If you have it, I'm calling MM."

His hands on your waist tighten slightly. "No, you're fucking not. I'm fine."

"Shut up and keep your eyes open, William."

Both brows shoot to his hairline for a moment. But they settle and you continue looking into his pupils, waiting for any rhythmic twitching, or any indication of stroke. Long seconds pass and you sigh with relief. No sign of nystagmus. He's got issues for days but at least for tonight it's not brain damage.

"That was a first."

You blink at him, noticing his pupils dilate slightly. "What's a first?"

"You called me William." A smirk starts to form on his face, and your eyes linger a little too long on his lips. "Wasn't that serious, was it?"

"Oh." Caught off guard, you suddenly realize your position. Up close with a shirtless and damp Butcher, cradling his face. You go to drop your hands to his shoulders but remember the bullet wound, and they stutter to an awkward stop on his neck instead. "I was…"

Butcher cuts off your train of thought when he pulls on your hips and leans forward, bringing your foreheads together. "Relax, love," he breathes, still smirking as he flips the roles on you - now he's studying your eyes. "M'alright. Been in way worse shape than this."

"Billy…"

"That's better."

And his lips press against yours without hesitation. It's short, perhaps teasing. But there's that underlying note of tenderness again, and it pulls a smile and a small sound of contentment out of you. Prior doubt slithering away like the water down the drain.

His response to your smile is quick, eyes flashing before his mouth captures yours again, but much firmer. Warm, borderlining hot. When you sigh one of his hands slides up from your waist to cradle the back of your neck. Butcher's mouth moves slow but unyielding against yours, wiping your mind clean of any thought and leaving only awareness of this. A tug on your bottom lip between his teeth morphs your next sigh into a tiny gasp. But it's all he needs to dip his tongue just within, testing, just tasting.

His hand on your hip glides to the small of your back, pulling you till you're almost flushed with him. You give no resistance.

It's not until your shins hit the tub that you realize too late you probably should have. The next second you're both fumbling to catch your fall with a yell. Butcher manages to get one hand on the lip of the tub, and you wrap one arm around his shoulders. Your other hand shoots out to slam against the wall, stopping your awkward, tangled crash. But not before Butcher's head thuds against the faucet.

"Aw fuck me!"

"Shit! Hold on!"

It's a mess, but with a bit more cursing you both strain to an upright position again. Butcher's eyes screw shut with a hiss as he holds the edge with a death grip. "Well if I wasn't concussed before I sure as shit am now!"

Before you can reply a knock sounds from your front door. "Shit! I forgot about the pizza! Don't move, okay? I'll be right back."

"Hold on a tic-"

"Don't. Fucking. Move!," you hiss before darting out the bathroom. 

You scramble about till you find a little cash, just enough for a tip. Despite your best efforts, you still managed to get a little blood on the hem of your shirt, tiny specks of it drying on your palms from cleaning up the reckless mess in your bathroom. If the delivery guy notices when you answer the door, he says nothing. Just gives you a bored look and equally flat "have a nice night" as you exchange him for the food, then leaves.

You secure the door and move quickly into the kitchen to drop the pizza on the counter. You snatch a glass and fill it with water then turn back to head to the bathroom for tylenol. Instead you find Butcher filling your bedroom doorway, rubbing the back of his head.

"Damn it! I said don't move!"

"I heard ya. And I'm starving. Gotta do something for this bloody headache." He shuffles to the counter as you slink past him.

"Hold on, just getting you some medicine right now. Give me a sec and I'll see if I can find you some food," you call back.

"It's right here, innit?"

You pop two pills into your palm, then remember you have yet to finish the graze on his chest. Washing your hands and grabbing a packet of ointment, you head back to the kitchen. "Yes, but that's probably one of the worst things for a con-" You let out a sigh at the sight of Butcher already happily halfway through his first slice. "Nevermind. Here."

"Much obliged." He takes the tylenol greedily between bites and washes it down with the whole glass and a wince. Once he takes the last bite of food you rip open the packet and approach him. He shakes his head when you raise a hand towards the graze. "Now hold on-"

"Your hands aren't clean. So hush." When he rolls his eyes you pause in applying to give him a pointed look. "Not going to let you undo all my hard work by getting an infection via pizza grease."

You make quick work of it, focusing on applying just the right amount of ointment to hold off the thoughts of his mouth on yours moments before, or the fact he's standing in your apartment still shirtless. It's hard to ignore, though, what with the planes of his long torso before you, and his broad chest under your hands. But you manage. 

With a nod, you step back. "There. Done. I'm going to grab your shirt, maybe I can still save it with a wash."

"Don't bother, love," he replies, seizing another slice from the box. "A wash ain't gonna fix the bullet hole."

Oh no. You're not doing this to me.

"Fair enough. Umm. I might have something then? Give me a minute." 

You turn back to your bedroom again, making a beeline for your closet. For several minutes you rife through your clothes and your thoughts. You have no complaints of the kissing, aside from the embarrassing tumble. But you do feel a twinge of guilt. He's not completely well, and you certainly don't want to make things worse. You finally find an old, oversized t-shirt. A dark blue, ragged unisex thing you had kept for housework and "just in case" situations like this, it's hem riddled with holes. It may just fit him.

When you return you find him on your couch, eyes closed, right arm draped lazily across the back.You can't help looking him over. You're not sure what you had expected under those tacky shirts all this time but it wasn't this. He's not chiseled, which you're actually glad for, pleased by the hint of lean muscle under his skin. He's built for useful strength, not showboating. The urge to map his large ribcage and where he's soft or firm with your hands makes your fingers twitch. And the lines of hips you'd only peeked before are now on full display, framing a thin dark trail under his navel, and sloping sharp into his jeans. You'd heard a couple different names for hips like his, Apollo's belt being one. The other was Aphrodite's saddle.

Fuck Aphrodite! That one is mine!

The man has been shot! Can we fucking NOT?!, you snap at the little voice. 

You call his name softly and he opens his eyes. A good sign, all things considered. You toss him the shirt before stepping back to get some pizza yourself. "Full already?"

"Nah, just pausing before thirds," Butcher quips as he stiffly tugs on the shirt. Thankfully it's not too snug.

You give him a look when you sit down beside him with your plate. "You got nauseous, didn't you?" He shrugs dismissively but you know better. Not a good sign. After a hesitant bite you decide to switch back to the other pressing matter. "So this lead at the club is a deadend then?"

"Fraid so," he nods solemnly. "Even if one of the others goes back for it, that footage is good as gone now. There'll be another person like that girl, you can count on it. Just have to wait."

"She got lucky," you frown between bites. "We don't know how many others there have been that weren't."

"We can't do anything bout that. We'd be chasing our tails if we tried digging that hard, and Neuman will wonder why our other cases have slowed down all the sudden. Too risky."

You finish your first slice and sigh. Now your appetite is compromised. "So now what?"

Butcher's all too familiar smirk returns. "We do our day jobs as usual, and prep for that gala like we planned. But right now?" He shifts in his seat, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you into him. He hooks one of your thighs despite your protest and manages to pull you into his lap to face him. "I recall telling you last night that we ain't done."

"Seriously?" You scoff with a wry smile. "Even now?"

"Well no better time than the present, now is there?," he grins. When he leans up to kiss you, you press your fingers against his lips and the other hand on his good shoulder, and push him back. He gives an indignant look.

"As a matter of fact, there is a better time than the present." When he frowns you shake your head and continue. "Billy, you have a goddamn bullet hole under your collarbone. And you're concussed. Almost twice. You need rest, and the less stimulation the better. Not TV, not music, and definitely not getting to know you carnally."

"Stimulation sounds much more fun," he grumbles, still teasing.

"I'm not kicking you out. You can stay. As a matter of fact, I insist."

"Well I'm glad the lady insists."

"But," you press, darting around his flirtatious tone, "It's late. I'm tired. And more importantly, you are tired. Don't lie, I can see it."

"What? Don't fancy me bedroom eyes?"

"You need to heal, Billy," you intone, low but emphatic. "And that requires a quiet place and restful sleep."

He gives a bit of a pout, looking you over as his thumbs rub circles on your thighs. "No pizza, no TV, no sex. Fucking hell, you really are Nurse Ratched."

"You should be supervised for at least forty-eight hours. But you and I both know damn well you're not going to let that happen. Just let me keep an eye on you tonight and I'll quit being your nurse by morning. Okay?"

"No dice. You best have a better deal than that."

"Butcher-"

"How about…I pick some boring drivel on the telly, keep it real low…" His palms smooth warmly over your thighs. "...And you keep more on me than an eye, eh?"

"I keep both eyes on you then," you counter. "And I pick what's on the TV. Final offer. Otherwise, I'll cut the TV cord, kick you to bed and nap here on this couch-"

"You're not kicking yourself outta your own damn bed," he says with a bristling glare. The flirtatious tone returns after a beat. "And I ain't going near it unless you're in it."

"Well look at that, you being a gentleman," you tease. "So? Final offer?"

He stares at you, summing up the options. He's not pleased, obviously. But you can see the fatigue in his face, and you're determined that he makes it through the night without complications. His eyes narrow.

"...What you thinkin' of picking?"

"Something mild, kinda monotonous," you shrug. "Maybe one of those David Attenborough nature docs."

"Oh come off it!," he groans. "Bloody concussion won't kill me but you will bore me to death! I might as well just go to Bo-peep!"

"That's the point," you faux whisper.

He lets out a heavy sigh, minutely shaking his head. "Fuck me…Where's your remote?"

"Thank you," you beam before hopping off his lap. You snatch the remote before he gets any ideas, and set everything up, volume down to just audible. You grab one more slice of pizza from the kitchen, putting the rest away in the fridge, then turning off the lights. You set up an alarm on your phone for the end of the show, then a couple more about two hours apart to check on him through the night. The last would be your usual morning wakeup call.

You pad back to the couch where Butcher promptly pulls you down to tuck into his side. He throws an annoyed look at your triumphant expression, before finally easing back into the cushions, his eyes already heavy. You make quick work of your second slice as you feel his breath start to become rhythmic, ready to begin your watch…

It's not till the sound of the first alarm goes off that you realize you, too, had been lulled to sleep. You jolt, scrambling for your phone to quickly silence the alarm. You're disoriented to find that you're still tucked into Butcher but not as before. At some point you must have dozed a little heavier than him, allowing him to shift you both onto his good side. His left arm is draped over your hips, and when you reach for the remote to turn off the TV, it wraps a little closer.

"Billy?," you call softly over your shoulder. He stirs, giving a small grunt in response. Groggy but responsive, so far so good. You start to shift to get up. "I'm going to get you a blanket."

"No," he grunts into your shoulder. His arm pulls you back flush with him. You feel him wince at irritating his wound with the movement, then mumbles, "Don't need it."

Within moments his breathing becomes warm and steady on the back of your neck again, and his grip slowly softens as he slips back into sleep. You consider trying to sneak out. But honestly…this is more than you could've asked for. If anyone had told you not too long ago that you'd be cuddled by big, bad Billy Butcher, you would have told them to get their head checked. After all these chaotic, frustrating, dirty months this is the nicest thing you've experienced since joining the Boys. Then immediately after realize that this must be an even more rare moment of peace and comfort for him.

Smiling, you check to make sure the alarms are still ready on your phone, then set it aside on the coffee table. You let your eyes drift shut, determined not to take this for granted, soaking in the warmth, the silence…

^^^

Your eyes snap open, the room still dark. You sigh, waiting to hear your alarm. It doesn't sound. It's silent and you glance about, confused, why are you awake? It takes only a moment, the tingle of hairs standing on end, and you find your answer. The feeling is back. The feeling of something wrong.

You slowly raise on one arm, peering around. Only then do you notice something missing, warmth and weight. You turn your head and find Butcher sitting upright on the couch, your legs in his lap. You realize he must feel it, too. His face is turned from you, looking towards the windows. 

"Billy?"

He turns his head at your whisper, his face a mix of brooding and alertness, all muddled with fatigue. The second you recognize it, the moment you realize it's the feeling of being watched again, it dissipates. His brow furrows.

"Billy, wh-?"

"Nothin'," he mumbles with a faint shake of his head. "Go back to sleep." He slides lazily back up the couch to reclaim his spot. You're on the verge of asking again but he hooks a finger under your chin. "Hey, what'd I say? I'm fine. It's nothin'."

He pulls you back in again, the solid weight of him behind you and the briefest press of lips upon the back of your neck both bring the tide of sleep over you, slowly but surely. You silence the alarm just before you close your eyes. When the next one wakes you, he's the one to shut it off. 

You can't help but notice that his grip softens less in his sleep this time.

[ambrosialdesire]

Who are your fav writers on here? Any fic recs?

okay buckle up because i have a lot of fic recs LMAO there's some that i'm not technically in the fandom as of now but i still thoroughly enjoyed the read.

most of my fav writers on tumblr are the ones i follow but i'll still list them cause im pretty sure my following is hidden lol (please go and support them as well!! they're all amazing i stg)

none of these are ordered on favoritism, i'm just listing them as i find them. plus i included brief descriptions in each fic i recommend lol, lmk if none of the links are working or if they are accidentally labeled wrong. THIS SHIT TOOK FOREVER TO FORMAT LMAO

i'll probably constantly update this whenever i read something good or when i find another great writer as well that i want to mention <3

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

LAST UPDATED: 06-16-2024

favorite writers

yandere-daydreams - love their fic imagines, multifandom and has original fics jackrrabbit - amazing multifandom writer, ik she hasn't updated in a hot min but her fics are so good seijorhi - multifandom, mainly haikyuu, jjk & tokyo revengers (though i'm personally not a fan of tokrev, i still want to acknowledge that she also writes for this fandom!) throwaway-yandere - their alhaitham fics are 🤌🤌, one of my favorite genshin writers and their art is so good! bunnykawa - she doesn't have much fics posted but she's another great haikyuu writer!! rocorambles - multifandom writer but i mostly indulge in their haikyuu fics remember-to-be-gentle - multifandom & original fic writer rotworld - original fic writer, love the amount of details and lore that they put into their writing

recommended fics

fanatic by jackrrabbit - oikawa x reader; oikawa using a devoted fan to relieve his stress (yandere/dark content)

clean by jackrrabbit - sakusa x reader; little shower session thinking about you (not dark content)

unprofessional by jackrrabbit - tendou x reader; training the new hire is more difficult than you thought, hm he's kinda familiar (yandere/dark content)

bloodlust by jackrrabbit - sanemi x reader; demon reader getting some action from the wind hashira (yandere/dark content)

canine by jackrrabbit - sesshomaru x reader; sesshomaru using the only alive geisha to forget about his issues (yandere/dark content)

a helping hand (or two) by hoe-imaginess - dabi x reader; dabi gets hit with an aphrodisiac quirk and has you take care of it (not dark content)

intertwined by yanlovex3 - hawks x reader; bully hawks being obsessed with you (yandere/dark content)

interchangeable by yanlovex3 - hawks x reader; a softer what if version to intertwined, had me falling to my knees fr (not dark content)

invidia by seijorhi - kuroo x reader; dilf kuroo being a little too interested in his son's gf (yandere/dark content)

outrunning fate by seijorhi - tendou x reader x ushijima; having two soulmates is controversial but they don't care (yandere/dark content)

rabid by seijorhi - kyoutani x reader; assumingly mafia au, kyoutani wants all of you (yandere/dark content)

hungry by bunnykawa - osamu x reader; you're the one obsessed with osamu but he's not taking it kindly or is he? (yandere/dark content)

i'm better than you! by bunnykawa - oikawa x reader; ex oikawa proving a point that he's better than your current bf (yandere/dark content)

delusional fool by solarisensun - bokuto x reader; bokuto has a big ol crush that you don't reciprocate but that's okay, he'll change your mind (yandere/dark content)

good boy by solarisensun - kageyama x reader; though you're his owner, kageyama more or less owns you (yandere/dark content)

house of cards by ddarker-dreams - albedo x reader; being a researcher yourself means you seek out others for their guidance, shame that this exchange only results in you being bred (yandere/dark content)

sweet dreams by ddarker-dreams - xiao x reader; a little sleepy indulgence doesn't hurt, right? (yandere/dark content)

crystalline heart by ddarker-dreams - scaramouche x reader; respect should be given to the harbingers but why should you respect him? (yandere/dark content)

consequence series by archonanqi - zhongli x reader; you wanted to leave teyvat as you had finally found your brother but a little contract said otherwise, ONE OF MY TOP FAVS ITS SO DAMN GOOD (yandere/dark content)

hatefully yours by merakiui - saramouche x reader; a little hate-f*cking session (yandere/dark content)

what is love? by rocorambles - gojo x reader; you're the apple of his eye, doesn't matter if you're taken (yandere/dark content)

selkie by rotworld - oc x reader; this particular selkie wants you to take his pelt so he can belong to you forever (yandere/dark content)

see you again soon by remember-to-be-gentle - toji x reader; finding a werewolf fighting ring is the juiciest story you got but meeting with the ring's top fighter for insight is better (yandere/dark content)

twice bitten by remember-to-be-gentle - miguel o'hara x reader; being bitten by a radioactive spider wasn't in your plans, neither was getting chased by the scariest spiderperson you've met (yandere/dark content)

why? by toxicbiimbo - kaeya x reader; murders are happening around the city and you put it on yourself as a knight to investigate the crimes, not knowing that the very killer was closer than you expected (yandere/dark content)

loving you keeps me alive by j0succ - dainsleif x reader; the home you bought has a permanent guest but he doesn't mind you at all (yandere/dark content)

customer satisfaction by wttcsms - oikawa x reader; giving beverages to golfers pays strangely well (yandere/dark content)

his new wife series by prelovednikaidou - toji x reader; being toji's new wife and megumi's step-mom is a tiring cycle, I LITERALLY WAS BAWLING OVER THIS LIKE FULL ON SOBBING IVE NEVER BEEN SO DEVASTATED OVER A SHORT SERIES (not dark content)

don't say it's unholy by dollwritearchives - reiner x reader; he'd do anything for you despite how much you hate his eldian blood (yandere/dark content)

the tiniest notion by titan-fodder - reiner x reader; reiner's new step-mom turned into his biggest comfort (not yandere/dark content)

marine blue by iwaasfairy - iwaizumi x reader; a strange creature comes up to you from the ocean (yandere/dark content)

subject raptor by tainted-wine - hawks x reader; becoming close to one of the first hero-turned-nomus was something you never thought was possible in your line of work (yandere/dark content)

bon appetite by theblanketofugly - sukuna x reader; sukuna figures out what he feels towards you, even if he's your biggest bully (yandere/dark content)

not your baby by itoshifc - oliver x reader; omega x omega, oliver intentionally fucking with the reader to make her his, i've never seen or anything abt blue lock but i ATE this up (yandere/dark content)

just friends series by kneelingshadowsalome - könig wants you and you don't know if you could reciprocate his feelings back like that... or can you? (yandere/dark content)

all that glitters by blindmagdalena - homelander x reader; being the sacrificial lamb for the draconic god is not easy, but how else were you going to bring an end to the bloodshed? (yandere/dark content)

[dawnbreakersgaze]

I just spent the last 45 mins taking Dawnbreaker on every 5☆ Zayne date I have and let me tell you something

That shit healed my SOUL

So anyway get ready for a big ol' Dawnbreaker photo edit dump tomorrow or whatever bc LORDDDDT yall I'm eating good here. PG might be refusing to produce more DB stuff for us but they loved us enough to let us make our own and I'm grateful for that at least 🥺

[shotmrmiller]

Toni, please don’t call me an idiot but I caught a knife by the blade out of reflex instead of letting it fall on the ground :/. Long story short I can’t use that hand for a while now. Which is bad because tomorrow is hair wash day and no one’s home tomorrow who could help me.

Now this got me thinking about the reader asking Simon to help her wash her hair. He’s helping her of course but complains if she’s got a routine that’s more than just shampoo and rinse once.

no no he doesn't complain about that he'll complain about you having an overpriced shampoo and conditioner and body wash instead of the 42 in one bottle he's got.

forget if you use leave in conditioners. water and aloe vera juice mixed with veg glycerin. hair growth serum. the tea tree oil stings his cuts. his eyes. why are you doing all of this is just hair! now he's gotta massage the scalp with that brush. what do you mean wait 15 min? why?

(me projecting. my mom used to have me rot for however long with avocado in my hair during my youth. and potato peels on my face cuz i had terrible skin.)

i hope you feel better. not your reflexes being the good ol double edged sword.

[frog-0n-a-l0g]

Summit thoughts it’s long so it’s under the cut

WE HAVE A FUCKING CROWN????

OMF WE HAVE A CROWN OMG I LOVE HIM SMMMMMMMMMMM

Vincent my baby😭❤️

Oh god my anxiety is rising

SAM LETS FUCKING GOOO

Ew porters here🙄

COUNTRY BOY I LOVE YOUUU

Ew Porter

THAT LYING BITCH

THE GASLIGHTING???

I knew DAMN WELL that man wasn’t sorry

Atleast treasure isn’t here

Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME

“Can I be the one that punches him this time?” Yes yes you may😌

Almost done? We’re only 16 mins in? Oh no

DARLIN MEETING ALEXYS DARLIN MEETING ALEXYS DARLIN MEETING ALWXYS

She’s such a bitch.

I’m gonna shoot her

SHE TURNED HIM BC SHE “WANTED” TOO?

SHE DONT REGRET A THING??

I TOLD YALL SHE WAS A BITCH WHO DONT DESERVE AN APOLOGY

had to pause to chill myself

PORTER AND ALEXIS? FUCK

So it wasn’t alexys who brought Porter?

Hah that whore bitch

I’m still gon be a bitch at the summit idgaf

SAM COME TO MY RESCUE❤️❤️

Nah it was alexys babes🤭

The ONE GOOD THING Porter did

He’s the best tracker?? Sus

WE GON FIGHT ALEXYS

Oh no revamps w David

Racist already???

SHIT IS WILL GONE CAUSE HES HELPING QUINN????

FUCK NO VAMP GRAMP😭

ALEXYS FIGHT ALEXYS FIGHT

FUCK HER UP

can she stop being such a sly bitch?

Roll w dogs? Ima fight her bitch ass

Sam warned them abt Porter🤭

But like why is he there🤢

Why he talking to sh🙄

Tf closeknit got to do w anything

And sh was on closeknit?

He made a fucking ward????

The inversion is not a good topic

FUCKING BENNET

Porter is reframing a lil…

WAIT ELLIOTS GON COME BACK IF CLOSEKNIT IS COMING BACK

FUCK YEAAAA

Ok stealth is stealthing

God I’m anxious

Sam was right abt a lot

Pls Milo PLEASEEEEE

Ash don’t know???

ASH USE THAT BETA PRIVLAGE

Sam make out sesh🤭

Omg Sam and darlin twinsies🤞🤞🤞

Love a good ol toxic ex

How did he like her then😒

What is it w these hoes and their “I can fix them” mentality

SHIT PACK SHIT OMGGG

Wait did David just leave us w VAMPS

WERE EASE DROPPING QUEEN SHIT

Ash tell that alpha

Sh is a v good stealth they can do it

Ash acting like a real beta❤️

Ok Angel was w him we’re good

Oh shit what’s sh doing

OH GOD THIS IS SH PERSPECTIVE I THINK

The drama is dramaing

They can go without the money they are just fucking fine

Losing ground?

Wtf is their mission tho? Blake’s mission? No Blake’s was a secret what all is closeknit ac trying to do

THEY PLANNED THE FUCKING INVERSION?

WHAT WAS IT FOR?

SH CAUGHT???

FUCK OH NO WHAT NOISE NO DONT CUT OFF

A FIGHT????

HUH

WHAT

PORTER WHAT THE FUCK

WHATS HE PLANNING???

WHATT

NOO

Ok I’m he’s planning smth what is it tho

PORTER IS GON BE KING HUH???

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON??

Sam tryna be a sidelined

OH NO HE GON KILL HIM

MISTAKE???

ALEXYS??

BENET OMG IS SH OK??

THE KING IS DEAD

WHAT THE FUCK

PORTER DID THIS

WHATS HE COVERING UP??

NO IT CANT END LIKE THIS WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING IS SH OK?? WHY IS ALL THIS SHUT GOING DOWN WAS THIS PLANNED?? WAS IT FOR CLOSEKNITS BREAK?? ARE THEY GON BLAME VINCENT FOR FIGHTING HIM AND NOT BEING ATTENTIVE? WHERE THE FUCK IS WILLIAM????

[punmonster]

I love Dante. They were separated from all the sinners and then it merely took them like 2 mins to go 'I'm real useless without them, huh?'.

The entire situation they've found themselves in really didn't help with Dante having a sense of self away from the sinners and company [I'd wager purposefully] nor does it help with their self worth - being linked both literally and theoretically with other people who did not think much of them upon meeting and when they were first building their mental foundations. And how they seem to measure their own worth through how good of a manager they can be - how they can do things for others, quite odd in the city, eh?

Despite some of the sinners - most notably Heathcliff, who took the biggest turn in how he treats the others on the bus - it really doesn't seem as if they've taken much of it to heart, despite their growth in Canto 5, they still collapse into that bad mindset when alone and in danger. Its a real treat to think on and I must say, I am hoping for a Dante breakdown sometime down the line - possibility with some good ol' 'percussive therapy' as well.

Good day! -[⏰]

dante needs to be compressed under 50 weighted blankets until they crack like a ginger snap.

i think dante is a little more confident than they used to be, but they need that confidence routinely reinforced to build up a habit. and a pocket knife. and ishmael self defense lessons.

vergil might be partly responsible for setting the rocky foundation of dante's self perception, but i think hes making up for it by encouraging dante to make their own decisions and letting their petty crimes slide with an emphasis that dante is an authority figure.

its too bad dante is still a little deaf to anyone saying theyre valuable as a person and doing a good job as a manager. i think theyll get there, little bit by little bit. but their nervous system is constantly in the ringer, and i know that can make you feel like crud if something happens to make all those nerves collapse in on themselves.

maybe if they work out this self esteem issue, theyll get an ego.

[foxes-that-run]

High Infidelity

At 21-30 mins of the Broken Record podcast Aaron Dessner said High Infidelity and Would've, Could've, Should've were written and recorded in her house in L.A after the Haylor Grand Prix 2021 Grammy's. He also mentions The Great War and Hits Different.

High infidelity is about the affair covered in Reputation. Unlike Illicit Affairs, which is regretful, High Infidelity has no regrets, only Reputation era indignation at having dated Calvin Harris.

Like all good Haylor dalliances we are blessed with so many songs:

15 January 2015 - Walking in the Wind: Harry and Taylor last seen together - at a birthday party. In February she meets Calvin.

17 May 2015 - Woman / Exile - Tavis PDA at the BBMA's.

2 January 2016 - Now that we don't talk: Hendall PDA yachtgate.

15 February 2016 - Sweet Creature / I did something bad

22 February 2016 - Calvin writes Ole, shades Haylor & Hendall

29 April 2016 - High Infidelity: TIWYCF released. Day after Gigi's birthday. Taylor and Harry both in LA and MIA

2 May 2016 - Getaway Car - Met Gala where she meets Joe/TH.

Taylor played I did something bad with high Infidelity in the 29 April 2023 Eras show.

High Infidelity Lyrics

[Verse 1] Lock broken, slur spoken Wound open, game token I didn’t know you were keeping count Rain soaking, blind hoping You said I was freeloading I didn’t know you were keeping count

Taylor is feeling hurt by Calvin, like her trust is broken. He did interviews that she was on a break, they wouldn't work together when they already had and he took credit for her work.

[Chorus] High infidelity Put on your records and regret me I bent the truth too far tonight I was dancing around, dancing around it High infidelity Put on your headphones and burn my city Your picket fence is sharp as knives I was dancing around, dancing around it

Calvin was bitter when they seperated, he ranted on the internet about it. The picket fences sharp as knives is a wonderful lyric to tell that he was looking to settle down, but that she could not trust him because he was the worst.

[Refrain] Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

In the refrain is where we connect this to I did something bad. This is what you came for was released April 29, although Taylor had worn a jacket with the album cover on it to her only visit to Coachella the week before she was MIA on April 29.

She had been at Gigi Hadid's birthday the night before then disappeared till May 2. Harry was also in LA and also missing at that time. Based on the songs they both and Calvin Harris wrote it is implied that Harry and Taylor were MIA together.

I love 'chart the constellations' in his eyes, even when shes mad AF at Calvin she can't help compliment Harry.

[Verse 2] Storm coming, good husband Bad omen Dragged my feet right down the aisle At the house lonely, good money I’d pay if you’d just know me Seemed like the right thing at the time

Another reference that Taylor felt trapped by Calvin and that he was using her. It is interesting then that rather than being open about who the affair was at the time that she was extremely public about meeting TH at the met and wrote Getaway Car.

I think this could be for a few reasons, Harry and Taylor had been badly burned with publically dating so would have wanted to keep that secret. It also would have outed a longer affair, around 15 February until May 2. That is more substantial than in Getaway car, as reflected in how many Haylor tracks are on Reputation.

Also, it's not clear when she and Calvin really broke up, it was announced after the Met and he was upset throughout the summer. He also said he had been a beard. In the original Gorgeous lyrics said they hadn't seen each other for couple of months, which tracks.

[Refrain] You know there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you love The slowest way is never loving them enough Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

Here I also love the line of 'Brought me back to life' her self-confidence was so low dating Calvin that she no longer felt like herself. The Shakespeare reference is Sweet Creature is about an affair, but it is the nicest love song. I can see seeing Harry at that time 'brought her back to life' and got her to end it with CH.

[Post-Chorus] Oh, there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you love And it’s never enough, it’s never enough [Outro] Lock broken, slur spoken Wound open, game token I didn’t know you were keeping count Rain soaking, blind hoping You said I was freeloading I didn’t know you were keeping count But, oh, you were keeping count

The final kick to Calvin comes with 'oh, you were keeping count' ouch.

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Always Check the Weight Limit

Day 4 is also from @softievante's ten-day prompt list - furniture breaking. This oneshot comes from the same AU as Our Big Ol' Teddy Bear so it may help to read that first if you haven't!

Read here or on AO3!

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Yoongi sighed after his hand found the bottom of yet another chip bag. For the past month, he had been stress eating nonstop while working on his current song. Namjoon had connected him with an artist in the US and Yoongi put a huge amount of pressure on himself to write the perfect song. 

His partners had been incredible, supporting him and making him take appropriate breaks to actually relax and eat real meals instead of savory snacks and sweet treats all day long. However, their encouragement for him to eat was unsurprising when they loved seeing him soft and satiated. 

The song was expected by the artist’s team in just a few days so Yoongi was spending his Saturday morning going over every small detail again and again. He would be the first to admit that two iced americanos, a couple random pastries from Jimin’s cafe run, and an entire bag of chips was a terrible breakfast, but it didn’t stop him doing it. 

While Yoongi had no intention of actively gaining, especially after the accidental weight he piled on after the breakup, he certainly knew the scale had gone up over the past year. The last month of poor food decisions alone had affected his waistline. 

Finding a lack of snacks on his desk and a good stopping point in his continuous cycle of checking his work, Yoongi braced the arm rests of his chair to get up in search of food or his partners - preferably both. 

Yoongi was used to the creaking of his chair each time he sat down or stood up as if it was crying out under his heavy weight, but the cracking sound he had just heard was new. He paused his movement and suspended himself between sitting and standing as long as his legs could hold him until he sank back down onto the cushion. 

The cracking sound returned even louder as his chair attempted to hold him again until the seat folded away under the pressure, sending Yoongi closer to the floor. His knees were forced toward his chest even though his body didn’t quite have the space for that anymore causing him to let out a loud cry of discomfort. 

As the crumbling chair tried to support him, Yoongi found the left arm rest forced into his side and it started to make those same sounds he heard just seconds before. He tried to get up quickly, having little structural-sound options to gain leverage and no solid footing on the ground.

Digging his elbow into the struggling arm rest proved to be a terrible choice as the chair fully gave way with even more weighted force from Yoongi. The left arm rest that was pushing into his side enough to leave a bruise snapped away from the chair sending him toward the ground. 

While the entire moment felt hours long, Yoongi knew it had been a matter of seconds and a few poor choices from him that led to his current position on the floor. He was sure the sound of him falling from the broken chair must have sounded like an earthquake throughout their apartment. 

As Yoongi was taking account of his body, he looked up to find both his partners at the door of his office with terrified expressions on their faces. He felt his cheeks instantly grow hot with an embarrassed blush, unsure if there were any possible way to explain away the fact that he was clearly too fat for his office chair. 

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“Do you think he’s going to work all day?” Jimin asked Hoseok with a pout as he continued arranging the pillows and blankets on the couch for the third time that morning.

Hoseok knew that Jimin was trying to keep himself busy so he did not bother Yoongi while he was working. They both had been missing their partner with the amount of time he spent working over the past month. 

“I don’t know, Min, but why don’t you come sit with me? You are going to fluff all the stuffing out of those pillows if you keep going,” Hoseok replied, trying to keep his tone light. 

Jimin huffed out a long sigh as he set one of the pillows down before laying across Hoseok’s lap. “I know this is a big project for him, but all he’s done in the past month is work and eat. And he’s not even eating with us!”

Hoseok laughed and ran his hand through Jimin’s hair. “He has to turn in the song this week, baby. Just be patient for a little longer.” 

With another dramatic sigh, Jimin curled into Hoseok’s stomach and let the impromptu scalp massage comfort him for a little while. Well…until they heard an odd sound from Yoongi. 

It sounded like a strained yelp, not like he was getting their attention but also not completely like he was hurt. Jimin turned to look up with a raised brow, watching as Hoseok looked down the hallway and waited for another sound. 

They almost waved it off, assuming that Yoongi would have called for them if he needed help when there was an even louder sound of breaking plastic followed by a loud booming throughout the apartment has if something very heavy hit the floor.

Jimin jumped up with Hoseok following right behind him as they ran down the hallway. Both called out for Yoongi but received no answer. After opening the door and saying his name one more time, Jimin abruptly stopped causing Hoseok to run into his back. 

Before Hoseok could scold Jimin, he looked into the room to find what surprised his younger partner. Yoongi was on the floor, surrounded by a few pieces of broken plastic and a chair that was looking as if someone ripped the seat off it. 

“Are you okay?!” 

“What happened?!”

Hoseok and Jimin asked frantically in tandem, somehow unable to do anything beside stare at their partner on the floor. Within a few seconds, both were able to put together what likely happened here and both had to admit that they were fighting back laughter seeing as Yoongi was physically fine. 

Yoongi couldn’t do anything except lay on the floor mortified and red faced as he saw the amusement grow in his partners’ eyes. Hoseok moved first, offering his hands to Yoongi knowing that he would obviously need help up. Jimin stepped over quickly behind him, encouraging Yoongi to sit up first. 

The room was filled with a tense silence aside from a few grunts and groans that Yoongi let out as he stood from the floor. The color still filled his cheeks as he replayed the moment in his head, feeling the shame as soon as he realized the chair was giving way. 

Suddenly and awkwardly, Yoongi broke the silence and announced that he was going to take a shower leaving Hoseok and Jimin no time to respond as he left the room. He was thankful that he hadn’t actually hurt himself because the thought of Hoseok and Jimin taking him to the hospital, having to explain what happened was enough to make him cringe. 

Waiting until they heard their bedroom door shut, Hoseok and Jimin finally looked at each other and let out muffled laughter as they both covered their grinning mouths. 

“I can’t believe he didn’t acknowledge it,” Hoseok said once he got the laugh out of his system. 

Jimin scoffed as much as he could while giggling and replied, “I can’t believe he broke his chair!” 

Continuing to laugh between them at the entire situation, Hoseok and Jimin cleaned up the broken pieces of plastic and started discussing a new chair for Yoongi. 

Hoseok watched as Jimin pulled the seat away from the chair to flip it over and read the tag on the bottom. He was about to ask what he was doing until Jimin made him laugh yet again. 

“This chair has a 285 pound weight limit, no wonder he broke it. I can’t believe it made it this long; he’s been over 300 for a year now.” 

As they walked back to their bedroom to wait for Yoongi, Hoseok started showing Jimin the options he found online. They were looking at high-end ergonomic chairs because Yoongi deserved the best and spent so much time at his desk. 

Yoongi hadn’t expected them to be sitting on the bed, discussing a new office chair for him when he left their bathroom. That embarrassment that he had worked through in his shower came right back when he heard Jimin say that they needed to look for 400 pound weight limit chairs. 

“Hey! I am not that heavy, you brat!” 

Jimin collapsed into laughter on their bed, reminiscent of their conversation a year ago when Yoongi was offended yet proven wrong by weighing in at 300 pounds. 

“It doesn’t mean you weigh that much, babe. It just means it can support that amount of weight,” Hoseok tried to explain diplomaticly. 

Yoongi was afraid the red tinge was going to permanently set on his cheeks after the last hour of pure humiliation. Although, he wasn’t about to admit the fact that he was enjoying their teasing either.  “What about a 350 weight limit? 400 just seems like so much.” 

Jimin crawled off the bed to find the scale in the bathroom. He patted Yoongi’s belly as he walked by and said, “We would have to get a new one in a few months if we did that so might as well size up, right?” 

“Min, come on, I am not that close to 350. This is ridiculous.” 

With a smirk, Jimin took Yoongi’s hand and led him to the scale. “I thought you would have learned your lesson after last time, Yoon. Why don’t you check and see for yourself?”

Yoongi mumbled about Jimin being a brat again and how a smaller weight limit chair would be just fine. He waited for the beep and stepped on, thinking that no matter what the result was, he would enjoy what followed. 

155.7 kilos. 343.3 pounds.

“Fuck…” Yoongi swore under his breath, trying to hide his own smile at the instant laughter from both his partners. He felt Jimin’s arms wrap around him from behind as his face lit up with that familiar blush once again. 

“See, babe, 7 pounds will come and go in no time, especially with how you’ve been eating lately. Hobi needs to buy you the bigger limit, right?” Jimin explained teasingly, giving Yoongi’s belly a little shake as if he needed to reinforce his point any further. 

Yoongi made an offended sound and tapped the back of Jimin’s hand as if he were scolding him, but he also made no move to get away from him. The smile came back to his face as he felt Jimin lean into him laughing loudly yet again. 

Hoseok grinned as he purchased the chair on his phone, taking his own chance to tease Yoongi now. “Try to make this chair last for at least a year, big guy. It was expensive.” 

“Hoseok!” Yoongi called out in shock, dragging a now hysterical Jimin with him back into the bedroom. He went to say something else, but his words were no match for the pure joy his partners were getting from teasing him. 

Yoongi decided to unwrap Jimin from him and leave the room, trying to make a show of pouting. He heard their hurried footsteps behind him as he reached the living room, stopping suddenly as Jimin said “Wait!”. 

Startling both Yoongi and Hoseok, they turned to look at the youngest who seemed like he had a legitimate concern. Jimin walked over to the couch and started pulling up the cushions, apparently looking for something. 

“What’s wrong, Minnie?” Yoongi asked, mistakenly he would soon realize. 

Jimin looked up with a smirk and had the audacity to wink at Hoseok before he said, “I was just checking the couch to see if there was a weight limit. We don’t want you breaking any more furniture today.” 

Yoongi’s jaw dropped as Hoseok collapsed to the floor laughing while Jimin curled into the couch cushions with his own laughter just as loud. Yoongi knew in that moment, he was never going to live this down.