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Only You | Bang Chan [NSFW]

Bang Chan - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.5k

Pairing: King! Bang Chan x Noble! AFAB! Reader

Genre: Historical AU!, Joseon Era, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Some Plot, Strangers-to-Married

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Fingering, First Times (Readers), Breeding Kink (a bit), Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control so…), Big Dick! Chan (duh)

Summary: You are a nobleman's daughter and your father is struggling to find you a husband. The king refuses to marry all of the women brought to him and will not take any concubines. You end up meeting each other.

Author's Note: Oh boy! Here is the first part my dudes. I wanted to have this out sooner but I'm living with my uncle with my parents right now and so I don't have the same freedom to hole away in my room all day like I would prefer. Also can't really write smut in the living room with your dad like two seats away from you.

At the bottom I will have a guide for all the untranslated words I use, most of which are to do with the clothing they wear.

Also, if any of my historical information/words are inaccurate, I apologize, I did the best with what research I could and what I know from watching too many historical K-Dramas.

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Sighing deeply for a third time, you lazily turns the page of your book, head tilting to rest on your shoulder. Your braid falls over your shoulder, the purple daenggi draping down and covering the characters in the book. Doesn’t matter, you aren’t really reading it anyway. Already have several times. It’s nearly impossible to get books you haven't already read several times, or things that are actually interesting to you, because your father won’t let you get them. Most of the books not directed toward women that you have, you more or less smuggled into your house. Because of that, it’s hard to get more, and so you’re once again bored with your choices. A delicate breeze wafts in through the open window, a small bird flittering down to rest on the sill. You look over its various shades of brown feathers and you wonder if you could ever get a book for studying birds. Probably possible, but not probable. Men don’t want women that know more than them, that's why you can't keep a suitor. Your father's voice echoes in your head, and you roll your eyes. Unfortunately, though, it seems he’s right. You’ve had many suitors out of the sons of noblemen, but none of them stay around too long when your conversations turn from dainty and feminine matters to things that actually make them think. Looking out to the sky, you wonder if there’s anyone out there at all that wouldn’t mind your learned state.

 ~₸x₸~

On a day you’re actually able to go out, you’re grateful it was your brother who could go with you. You’re both wandering the various seller's stands and storefronts, only just glancing at most things. If you had a guard escorting you, you wouldn’t be able to smuggle another book home, but your brother will help you. As you pretend to look over various different earrings, you cast a glance from under your sseugaechima to where your brother is at the book seller. Rummaging through what they have, he holds a few up to look closer at the contents before putting them back down. Must all be fiction… Looking back at the wares before you, you nod to the shopkeeper and move on, instead looking at some shoes. You’re closer then to your brother, enough that you can see when he holds a book up toward you, pretending to rest it on his shoulder as he continues looking, likes he’s reserving it. When you catch his side glance, you shake your head no. Already have it. He sniffs, putting it back, and keeps looking. As you move on yourself, across the way, you watch a young nobleman sidle up next to your brother. He’s a great deal shorter; it almost makes you giggle, but you try to remain inconspicuous.

"Oh, m’lord, the book you were looking for arrived!" The book seller slips inside his shop, coming back with a book you’ve never seen anything like before.

"I managed to get in contact with the Arab trader and he got it here all the way from the far west!" The book seller smiles wide, and you’ve fully turned around at that point, your brother looking over his shoulder at you.

"Thank you." The man smiles, handing over a significant string of mun before turning to leave. You aren’t able to react fast enough, and he catches you looking at him. Well, not him, but the book he’s holding. It’s bound in what looks like leather and you’ve never seen writing like it.

"Wait, my lord, this as well!" The shopkeeper reaches under his stall and the man goes back, taking the locally bound book from him.

"Might be hard to read without the translation." The young lord smiles and then goes to leave again, pointedly looking right at you as he does, a small smirk on his face.

"Let's follow him." You whisper to your brother, yanking him down to your level.

"Are you sure? He paid a lot for that, he's not just going to give it to you, and we don't have that kind of money on us."

"I just want to look at it, come on." You hiss out, following after the man before he gets too far out of view. You hear your brother sigh dramatically, but he hurries after you anyway, making sure he doesn’t lose sight of you.

You finally manage to catch up with the man in a small courtyard behind a restaurant not yet open. He’s standing at the edge of the stream, watching it, the two books held in his grasp as he rests his arms behind his back. Right as your brother catches up with you, the man turns around, a playful smile on his face. It’s then you realize how gorgeous he is.

"Interested in this?" He turns toward you, holding the book up, and in your excitement, you drop your sseugaechima, the garment fluttering to the ground.

"(Y/N)!" Your brother scolds, grabbing the head covering. You’ve moved so fast, you’re already standing in front of the man, ogling the book. Even though he’s probably four or even five chon shorter than your brother, he’s still nearly a head taller than you.

"Aigo, put this back on." Your brother drapes the garment back over your head, dragging you back by the shoulders a few steps.

"Wait!" You reach for the book, not having gotten to touch it, but your brother steps in front of you. Stupid societal chauvinism.

"Apologies, my lord, but she's…intense about her hobby." You roll your eyes behind your sibling.

"This isn't a normal book." The other man said, and you roll your eyes harder. Obviously, that's why you want it!

"It's all the way from Dogil." Huh? Where?

"If she wants to look at it, she can." You shove your brother out of the way, so hard he not just stumbles, but falls on his butt. The man holds the book out to you and with shaky hands you take it. The text is so incredibly foreign, and when you flips the book open, it doesn’t even look handwritten. Then again, you can’t be sure since it’s such a foreign script. Little symbols sit in the top corner of each page, and the words are horizontal rather than vertical. Each little letter is so small, the book cramped with lines. It’s heavy too.

"This goes with it." The other man holds the translation book up and you snatch it from his hands without thinking.

"(Y/N)!" Your brother scolds, hurrying to get off the ground.

"She's fine." You move toward a bench and sit down, opening the translation on top of the foreign text. Though, it isn’t a direct translation, just a catalog of what each word means. It would take time to fully translate it.

"C-can I translate it fully?" You look up at the man, your sseugaechima falling off your head again. He smiles and your heart skips a beat, but you aren’t sure if it’s because he smiles, or what the smile means.

"I would rather not just give it to you. What if you don't give it back?" His tone is slightly teasing. You deflate then and he holds back a chuckle.

"You know, I have a lot of far western texts that I don't have the time to translate myself. You could come to my home and do it for me?"

"Wait-" Your brother's tone grows stern and you look between them, the other man holding his hand up to stop the other's words.

"Rather improper I know. Though, the King can get away with quite a bit." The man is smirking, and your eyes widen. What?

"Y-You're-" You meet your brother's gaze and you both fall to your knees before him, bowing so your foreheads touch your hands. Immediately, you realize how brazen your actions were. You’re doomed-

"Don't worry about it." He waves you both off and you stand, head still bowed, avoiding looking at his face. Instead, you glance back at the books. You wonder if the book seller even realizes who he is. Your brother sits up, but remains on one knee, if he stood, he’d be higher than the king. That is not allowed.

"What is your name? Who is your father?" He asks and you swallow hard, trying to get words out. You speak your name and family clan, as well as your father's name and rank. If he tells your father about what happened, you’ll never be allowed to touch another book.

"Your age?

"Twenty-two."

"You're unmarried?" He raises a brow, and you nod sheepishly. Reaching around your back to tug on the end of your braid, hanging down to signify your marital status.

"Your name?" He nods to your brother, and he tells him.

"Well, if you won’t mind showing me to your home. I would like to converse with your father." Oh, no.

~ʘᗩʘ~

Nervously pacing around your room, even down the halls through the building of the estate you inhabit, you wonder what is happening. You had scurried away like a scared mouse once you all returned to your home, looking behind you to the books held by the King. The King! Geez, you feel like you just escaped with your life. You hear your mother being summoned to go to your father and it’s been nearly an hour of them talking.

"(Y/N)." You hear a whisper from outside your bedroom window as you wander around it. You open the shutters and your brother's head barely can look over the sill from where he stands on the narrow edge of the building's platform base.

"What's happening?" You whisper back.

"A servant just brought them our family registry."

"What?" Why the heck would they need that?! Unless…

"You think he's going to court me?" Your legs feel week, you aren’t sure what to make of it. Your father has desperately wanted you married, but not enough to submit you to the palace. A life of luxury and prestige isn’t actually very safe. Most adversaries tend to target the women closest to the king since they’re easier targets. You know the King is unwed, and that the palace officials are just as fed up with him as your father is with you. Sure, you’d rather marry someone for love, but that’s hard to do as a noble. But if you do…that means you can have access to the King's library. Is that his plan to let you translate his foreign books without it being improper? Honestly, you’re fine with it. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity. If marrying the king gives you access to even more knowledge and learning, than you’ll happily do it.

~◕ω◕~

After the long meeting, the King leaves, and your mother comes to inform you of the results. You’re right, he wants you to be his wife. But marrying a king to be the queen is much more intense than just being a concubine. Sure, the king has a lot of say, but so does his ministers and the Queen Dowager, his mother. Normally there’s a long selection process, but instead you’re brought to the palace and thoroughly analyzed by palace officials. They interview you rather extensively, then finally, his mother enters. After more questions, she leaves with the officials and you’re left to sit in the pavilion, looking at the water, uncomfortable in your nicest hanbok ensemble. All of your fanciest accessories are in your hair, on your goreum is a heavy norigae, and heavy jade earrings sit in your ears. You twist the jade ring on your finger in nervousness, feeling like you’re waiting for hours. Soon though, the Queen Dowager reenters along with a few handmaidens and a eunuch. You’ve been approved.

~◕‿◕✿~

A grand dowry is sent to your family's estate, and in return your belongings are sent in as well. You’re moved into a palace set aside for the future queen, and you’re beyond grateful that your chest of books makes it to your new home. Waiting for the actual ceremony and coronation, you’re puts through hours of etiquette training and lessons. Over the short time it takes for you to learn everything, and have the ceremony and coronation performed, the King has spent a considerable amount of time with you. Every minute he can spare. He doesn’t want you, nor himself, to marry a stranger. Never having been in love, you’re sure your feelings are either quite similar if not the predecessor for love. In a fleeting whisper he tells you his name is Chan, of course it’s part of his birth name rather than what he was crowned king with. He prefers you call him that though, even if you only can in private. When he can, he’ll bring a few of his foreign books for you to look at, but he says there isn’t time for you start the translations before all of the ceremonies. Chan seems just as passionate about knowledge as you are, and that makes you fall harder. And it appears to work that way for him as well.

The day before the wedding, as he leaves before the time is improper, he presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth with his soft lips. Your face blossoms red you’re sure, and he chuckles gently to himself as he leaves.

~◉_◉~

The wedding itself is…a mess. Well, figuratively and only to you. You feel like you’re being directed as a puppet going through so many specific rites and rituals. The most nerve-wracking part of the whole thing is being before so many people. Your tutor is proud you’ve learned all of your etiquette so well and you’re ninety percent sure you do everything just right. By the time night falls, you’re beyond exhausted. You aren’t sure if you’re more excited about your marriage, which feels more real thanks to your blooming feelings, or the future translation work. It’s nice though that your love of scholarly pursuits doesn’t turn him away like all of your other previous suitors.

Finally, though, everything is more or less complete. You’re wandering through the large room of the king's quarters, everything even fancier than where you had been. You pick at the white fabric of your sokchima, feeling naked despite being completely covered. Your hair is still in a chignon, the golden decorative binyeo holding it up makes your head feel heavy. It’s strange to have your hair up like that, but you’re going to have to get used to it. For some reason, it feels nice to have that weight, signifying you’re married, you honestly don’t want to take it out as much as you do want to. So, it stays. You’ve bathed, rather, been washed by maids before going to the king's quarters. You presume he too is washing up, and the longer he takes, the more nervous you get. Finally, the side door that leads further into the palace where the bath hall is opens. Your heart thuds against your rib cage as you see the King enter, also in white garments. He no longer has his headdress on, only the manggeon he wears under his crown is there. You wonder how long his hair is when down.

"My Queen." He smiles and you bite your lip, looking around almost like you’re checking to see if anyone’s around.

"What are you looking for, (Y/N)?" He steps closer, hand going to your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. All the lessons that have been drilled into you make you want to look away, but if he’s okay with it…

"We're really alone?" Not even his Eunuch is there, he follows him everywhere as per his job description.

"Yes, my love." Your breath hitches, the term of affection hitting your heart, and you step just a bit closer.

"W-we-" He steps once more, his lips placing a delicate peck on your forehead. Still not able to get any words out, his kisses move to your cheekbone, the side of your mouth, then his hand cups your jaw, tipping your head up. Your eyes meet his and you can’t keep yours from flitting to his lips. Chan smirks, and you gasp as he kisses you, hard. Your teeth clacked against each other at the force and your head swims, trying desperately to match his pace. You haven't been kissed before, not like this. Chan himself has given you a few small pecks, but this is different. He’s claiming you.

His strong hands grip your waist, one sneaking down your back to pull you closer, the other sneaking up the ties of your sokchima. The hand on your back goes even lower, gripping the flesh of your butt and you huff, Chan's tongue sneaking its way in your mouth. When he withdraws, you heave in breaths, heart racing and with a final tug, your sokchima falls to the floor, leaving you bare. You shiver, goosebumps rising on your skin, but his next actions distract you from the embarrassment of being bare. He undoes the ties of his own garments and as the white fabric pools at his feet, your eyes rapidly dance over him. You’re convinced he was molded directly by the deity of sex, because he’s gorgeous.

"Oh." You sigh and he huffs a laugh, moving closer, taking your hands in his, and bringing them to the ties of his sokbaji. Your hands brushes over him through the cloth, and you freeze.

"A-are you…?"

"No, love. But," his hands run over the bare skin of your back, pulling you to him, your naked breasts pressing to him.

"I’m getting there." Chan whispers in your ear, then he runs his tongue around the ridge, sucking on your earlobe. You whimper, turning your head to allow him access, fingers clenching the hem on his pants. His lips then move to your neck, laying searing kisses on the flesh, strong fingers digging into your skin, and when you’re pulled even closer, you feel his cock hardening in his pants.

"Come with me, my love." He pulls away and you pout in disappointment, making him laugh. The room spins as he yanks you to him, lightly shoving you onto the raised bed. You huff, then squeak when he grabs your ankles, yanking you to the edge of the platform, kneeling on the floor below.

"W-Wait, Chan-!" You try to close your legs, hide yourself from him, but he’s too strong, his hands grip your thighs to keep them spread.

"So cute." He hums and your entire body jerks, back arching as you feel his tongue swipe through your folds, the sensation almost overwhelming. It’s hard to get words out since you can barely take in air, your body immediately catching on fire, blood boiling. You hear him hum as he tastes you, and you flinch when his nose brushes your clit.

"C-Chan, it's too much!" You shudder, not sure how to handle the sensation.

"I need to get you ready, love, I don’t want to hurt you." He finishes his statement by wiggling his tongue inside you. The foreign sensation makes you clench, and he rubs your tense thighs with his thumbs.

"Relax, pretty girl." You try to do as he asks, taking measured breaths, whimpering when his tongue leaves you, flicking your button again. Heat pools in your belly, rising fast and you logically know what’s coming, but have never felt it before.

"I-I…fuck!" Your head tosses back, and he groans at the crass word leaving you. Chan kisses your clit and that sends you over the edge, wind roaring in your ears with your pulse, and you barely register him filling you with a finger.

"You're so fucking tight sweetheart." The curse word riles you up more than it even did when you said it for him. He helps your ride out the orgasm with that finger, each press against your back wall seeming to draw out your climax. Finally, the waves dull, then stop, and you finally recognize his finger inside you. Because he did it when he did, it doesn’t hurt, but it feels weird.

"Oh, you're so good." He smiles wide, his normal warm grin is hot with lust. You mewl when he starts to pump his finger, the wet squelch of your slick and release seems to be louder than anything else.

"That got you nice and wet for me, but you're too tight still." His thumb barely brushes your clit and your pussy clenches, body jerking again, it almost hurt.

"Sorry, love." He continues with the single digit and at some point, he decides to continue, and you let out a shuddering breath when he adds a second. That…doesn’t hurt per se, the slight burn of the stretch is somehow more pleasurable than painful, and you wonder how much his dick will make you sting.

"Oh, oh my-“ You try to hold back a whiny moan when his fingers wiggle and spread, getting you further prepared, the same pleasurable feeling starting to build back.

"Ah!" Chan adds a third finger, and you lift your head to look at him, one knee resting on the bed so he can kneel over you. Eyes flitting down, you notice the tent in his white pants, and you swallow hard. You don’t have any metric to go by since you have never been with or even seen a man naked, but-

"That won’t fit." You whimper, not even seeing him bare yet. Chan huffs a surprised laugh, looking at himself.

"I promise it will~" His fingers crook up again, hitting some intense spot inside you and you shiver at the sudden intensity.

"N-no, no, no!" You whine when he removes his fingers, the pleasure had begun to crest and even if it is overwhelming, it does feel good.

"Hold on, love, I'll fill you back up." You prop on your elbows to watch him, the tie of his sokbaji coming undone by his fingers, then the garment falls. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen.

"Won’t fit." You gasp out and he has a hard time controlling his smug grin.

"Let's see about that." He scoops you up in his arms, moving you up the bed so your head can rest on the pillow. The cool silk of the bedding does nothing to quell the fire Chan has set on your skin, especially not when he prop himself over you.

"I love you." He leans down, nose rubbing over yours and you giggle at the innocent gesture.

"I love you too." Your hands cup his face, and he kisses you again, gentler than the first. Distracting you with the kiss, he hitches one of your knees over his elbow, his free arm bringing his hand back to your slick cunt. His fingers run through your arousal, then he pumps his fist over his hard cock, bringing the fat head to your entrance. Chan pulls back from the kiss, bringing your hands up to his shoulders.

"Dig your nails in if you have to." You should have taken it as a warning, not really sure what he meant. When his cock breaches your core, the heated burn sears through not just your cunt, but all the way through you. Your back arches, and your mouth hangs open in a quiet scream. You can’t tell whether it hurts or is such an intense pleasure your body malfunctions. His cock presses deeper, and you can feel his pulse inside you.

"So tight, fuck, hmm, love you’re just perfect~" He groans, relishing the sting of your nails digging into his skin. After what feels like an eternity, he bottoms out, the head of his dick kissing your womb.

"Y-you're in my throat." You gasp, trying not to clench around him too much, cunt stinging but weeping, a drop of your slick hitting the bedding.

"Does it hurt?" His hand brushes some sweat-damp strands of hair from your brow, and you shudder through some breaths.

"I-I don't know-" You’ve never felt anything like it before, obviously, and your brain seems to be stopping and starting again over and over. He’s being so patient, letting you adjust, but he shifts his weight differently, changing the angle slightly and the sting fades, pleasure rising, and you can’t get words out again. He must notice the change in your gummy walls' pulsing, because he grinds into you slightly and, stronger than before, you cum.

"Woah." Chan forces himself to breathe through your orgasm, the tight vice of your pussy nearly sending him over the edge and gushes of your slick shines on your skin as well as his. Your vision dots with stars and your head swims, you’re finally able to gasp for air, panting as you return to reality.

"Are you okay, love?" He strokes your cheek with his thumb, and you hold his hand to your face with your own. You nod, swallowing a buildup of saliva.

"Y-yes, you…you can move."

"Are you sure?"

"Please~!" Your whimper heightens into a moan as he pulls back just a bit, going slowly back in to make sure it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t. Sure, it feels like he’s carving his cock through you, but it’s more than good.

"Tell me, sweet, if I hurt you." The next thrust, he pulls back a bit further, and back in harder.

"Please, Chan, you- fuck!" He picks up the pace just a bit, still going fairly slow, but the stretch of his fat cock is more than enough stimulation.

"D-don't-"

"Don't what, love?"

"Don't…oh, fuck, please, don't stop. Just-!" Your toes curl, throwing your head back, nails digging into the bedding as he pulls out about halfway, then buries inside you hard. He sits up more, slinging your other leg over his elbow as well, rolling his hips against yours. Chan's eyes skate all over you, beautiful and bare below him, and when he gets to your face he groans. Your eyes are hazy, mouth open, drool pooling from the corners of your lips. You’ve never felt anything even close to the pleasure he’s wreaking on you. You can’t think, and you seem to be losing strength in your body, the crest of another orgasm building.

"Shit- can't hold back anymore love." He grunts and you don’t have enough available thought process to react. He moves his hands to your thighs, pinning your knees up by your shoulders, then he pulls his fat cock out nearly all the way, and starts to pound into you. Tears rose in your eyes from the overwhelming feeling, little squeals of delight forced out of you with each thrust and your cunt spasms. Chan just thunders through your orgasm, not stopping or slowing and your eyes roll back.

"Fuck, you're just perfect love." He huffs a laugh, "oh, I can't wait to fuck you full!" All you can focus on is the heat of his dick and how much hotter your womb will feel full of his cum.

"Pl-please! Chan, please, fuck!" You gasp, his pace growing unsteady, and he finally fucks as deep as he can, hot ropes of cum filling you and painting your cunt white. Your belly is on fire and a combined glob of both of your releases drips out from where your bodies meet. As Chan pants, looking down at your fucked out state, he smiles.

"You're my wife now, only you."

daenggi - the ribbon that was tied around a unmarried girl's braid. sseugaechima - this is the extra-skirt looking garment women would wear over their heads. mun - Joseon Era Korean currency chon - historical unit of measurement, close to an inch. Dogil - Korean word for Germany, might not be completely accurate for the time. hanbok - traditional/historical clothing, most people think of women's dresses, but men's clothes were called this as well. goreum - the ties that fastened the top of a hanbok. norigae - accessories that were tied to the goreum of women's handboks sokchima - basically a dress/skirt like under-garment. binyeo - the long pin that would hold a woman's bun up, mostly used for married women. manggeon - the mesh-like headband men wore to hold their hair in place. sokbaji - pants-like under-garment, mostly worn by women actually…

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I haven't seen anyone else talk about this yet so I'm going to assume no one has (and if this is the millionth post about this I am so sorry), but apparently there was a leak at Viacom last month, and one of the things that got leaked was the original Danny Phantom pitch bible, and let me tell y'all, there is some interesting lore to be had. I've taken the liberty of summing up a few notable points, but feel free to read for yourself - it's pretty short.

Jack was originally written as an ex-spy, test pilot... basically if it was a daring job, he probably had it. His IQ was supposedly only one point off from Maddie's, and his bumbling was more of a result of him being more "brave than smart."

Maddie was originally written as "one of the world's most respected theoretical physicists" and the brains between her and Jack. Get this: her full name was supposed to be Madison!

Sam and Danny's psychic connection was actually a result of the accident. When he was in the hospital and still very much saturated with ectoplasm, she gave him a "get better" kiss on the forehead, which sparked the connection. The connection would've manifested in a number of ways, including a perpetual ability to "sense" the other, see visions, and hear each other's thoughts, though it was supposed to be somewhat unpredictable.

Jazz hid her brains from her cheerleader friends because she wanted to fit in with them.

Danny was supposed to be the only person able to see, hear, and interact with ghosts.

On the subject of Danny, his reputation for being a scaredy-cat was much more well-known, even to the point where Sam and Tucker gave him the nickname Danny Phantom before he even had his accident. This kid was scared of his own shadow, frogs, you name it.

Overshadowing was originally called "ghosting," and the more intelligent a person, the more difficult it would be to control them.

Jack and Maddie were hoping to break the barrier between the "Real World" (our world) and the "Unreal World" (the ghost world). They wanted to get through to the spirit realm to be able to communicate with the dead in order to help make the world a better place (think picking Einstein's brain a little more, seeing what other music Mozart has cooking, etc.). That dimensional barrier was damaged when they first tried out their experiment, and Danny - who was hiding out from Dash in the lab - would be caught in the middle.

Much like how fans have interpreted things and how the show tried to imply, Danny felt responsible for unleashing the ghosts into our world and decided to adopt the name Sam and Tucker had teased him with to help put a stop to their reign of terror.

Seriously, y'all should read this. There's a lot of interesting info in here, and really it sounds like such a cool concept?? Like I'll probably add my personal thoughts in a reblog, but there's a lot of potential for untapped creativity from the phandom here. Plus it's always nice to see what's technically official content almost 20 years after the show's premiere.

[kanagenwrites]

Hey folks. My name is Kanagen (It's pronounced Ka-na-ngen. Kana is fine.), and I'm a writer. I mostly write sci-fi with a more or less sapphic bent, and I'm not shy about putting lewd content in what I write because fuck petty moralism.

I'm active in the Human Domestication Guide writing community, where apart from being an author (see below), I'm also a Loret, which means I help maintain and update the lore of the setting, help new creators with questions about it or how to fit a story into it, and so on. All of my publicly available fiction at the moment is HDG content, but I plan on working more on my own original settings and concepts in the future.

I have a patreon, where I post my current long-form project's drafts chapter by chapter, once weekly. I also occasionally talk about my writing process. I'm hoping to expand content there in the future as well.

I don't use social media very much because I remember what the internet used to be like before walled gardens and techbros ruined it. (You kids really don't know what you're missing.) Nevertheless, the life of a freelance writer rather demands I put myself out there somehow, so here I am. Ask me questions, behold the weird stuff I reblog, and try not to get too parasocial with me. I'm just a weird lady who puts words in funny shapes.

Bibliography

Long-Form Fiction

No Gods, No Masters - A revolutionary leftist copes with the subtle differences between her own idea of the perfect world and the just-a-little-off version of it the Affini offer. First novel-length work in the Tillandsia Trilogy; highly suggested you read this before The Floret in the Mirror and especially Freedom's Ember.

The Floret in the Mirror - A mystery/thriller about identity, digitization, and impossible simulated lewdness. Content warning for amnesia resulting from traumatic brain injury as part of the setup. Sequel to No Gods, No Masters.

Freedom's Ember (ongoing) - Sixty years after the Affini conquered her world, a woman clings to her independence; sixty years after being frozen for cryogenic flight from the Affini, a woman struggles to discover who she really is when freed from her father's influence. What is freedom, and what does it mean in the context of the Compact? Sequel to No Gods, No Masters and The Floret in the Mirror, conclusion of the Tillandsia Trilogy.

Sui Generis - A martian attorney living on Earth finds adjusting to life with the Affini easier than most; she was already keeping her wife as a pet before they arrived. The real question is, where's that strange jealousy coming from?

Short Fiction

Mainspring - A Terran secret agent is captured by the Affini, trapped by artist for whom his body is a canvas, and she means to make of him her magnum opus. Wind-up doll content, and probably my most commonly cited story for "this rewired my brain"-style reactions.

Reading the Leaves - A tea-obsessed barista, an affini new to humanity, and a sweet (if awkward) romance culminating in a very raunchy ending. Entry for the HDG February Fluff Fic Jam 2024.

The Fifth Fundamental Force - This story is a silly joke. It should not be taken seriously, though many inevitably do.

Aftertaste (stalled) - A former quadrillionaire and epicure who just barely avoided domestication is tracked down by an affini culinary anthropologist who wants to use his brain to reconstruct a lost flavor using his long-buried memory - he was the last human to ever taste bluefin tuna. This fic is only sporadically updated because the stars must precisely align for my brain to be in a state to write boyliker fic. Sorry, I'm just really gay, y'all.

[rat-detector-24s-ghost]

About me. Now updated with pics of my own rodents!

She/her/detector

Main is @lunasanguismusic come listen to the rat wave.

Other less active blogs are

@blurry-rat-detector (probably going to kill this one as blurry rats are actually apparently very rare)

@zoomed-in-rats (going to put more effort into this one soon)

@turtle-detector (detecting slowly is the joke )

@gir-detector (lord of emos side blog)

@mouseinajar (was a stolen gimmick lol)

Hi, I am rat detector #24. I shall uphold the delicate balance of rat and not rat with honor. I lied about that apparently lol. I swear to detect rats, rat detectors, and detectors of rat detectors. I will even go as far as detecting rats who detect detectors. ✓

I have discovered special upgrades that allow me to detect more than just rats. I can also detect mice, hamsters, jerboas, gerbils and any squirrels I run across. Though I admittedly give rats the most attention.

I will not reblog posts that show rats/mice in unhealthy situations. I also try to keep this blog minor friendly. So no nudity or topics too sensitive get reblogged here. That said, I remember being a kid lol. We were dropping f bombs in kindergarten, so I'm not going to filter posts with swearing out. Also hella inclusive and LGBTQIA friendly here. Terfs are weeded out as best I can. I mildly check everyone I reblog from to make this a safe place for everyone.

For an up to date list of rat detectors check out #21's list below. We brethrats are a team and I appreciate the work she puts in to keep the list updated.

My Rodents <3

Jelly & Jam: The rat wave duo group

Spaghetti and Meatball: The lazy boys

Marshmellow Mouse: Master of the butt push attack and the model for the detector img.

Kiwi Mouse: The mischievous one!

Strawberry Mouse: Creator of rat wave and beloved band mate. Rip my little princess.

Luna Mouse: My first heart rat. Rip my everything.

Cheesecake the Hamster. She's a bit of a vampire. I drove 4 hours to give her a better home. She is on my second album, which was named after her.

[blueaprondelight]

bedtime kisses - carmen berzatto au

in which valentine's day looks different when you and one of the girls are sick | fem/mom!reader, girl!dad carmy

Ever since you met Carmy, February 14th looked similar every year: a romantic dinner between the two, him spoiling you and you not being able to say no because it's Valentine's Day (so you spoil him in return and reply with a cheeky, "it's Valentine's!") probably with jewlery or flowers.

This year though, things would be different. Not only did they have two kids now, but Willow had brought home a stomach bug from daycare, and you were now dealing with the leftovers. But, thankfully he had Aurora to help him plan the perfect Valentine's Day. Taking her to the store for her blabbing opinion on flowers. She picked out yellow ones for her and Willow, and he picked out roses for you.

Then, it was back home to the kitchen. Preparing you some heart shaped foods that were known to help people feel better - toast, eggs, even some vegetables in a soup - all day. Being the parent who rarely got sick, he helped Willow make some hearts out of paper, and even got to help with making cards for you, himself and both girls.

He knocked on the door, carrying a tray of his heart veggie soup and water with some medicine, waiting for your soft "come in" that threatned to break his heart. He balanced the tray on one knee, pushing open the door. "Hi, you." You greet, smiling as Willow lays curled up near you.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" He asks softly. "Fine, for the most part. I'm sorry Valentine's Day got ruined." You frown as he shakes his head, setting the tray down and sitting beside you, being mindful of the sleeping toddler nearby. "Don't be, honey. All that matters is you and the girls are okay. I like how our Valentine's Day looks." He says, rubbing your leg.

You smile, kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you. You're the best father, and best husband." You say softly as you press your warm forehead against his. He hums, taking your hand and placing a kiss on the inside of your palm. "All thanks to you, sweetheart. Now, eat up and then I am spoiling you with gifts. And the girls, too." He says as you laugh quietly.

He only left when he heard Aurora crying over the baby monitor, scooping her up from her crib. "It's your first Valentine's Day, huh? Big day for you." He says in his baby talk voice. Aurora's been more attached to you lately, and you were wary of being near her and getting her sick. As long as he keeps his voice light, though, she doesn't notice you're gone.

So far, Valentine's Day as a family of four was a success.

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[nathaniel-zellos]

Introduction

I guess it's about time i do one of these.

I'm Nathaniel, but I also go by Adam, Nate, and Shadow. You can find most of my writing at @rwby-htes .

I've been a long time lurker in the Writeblr community, and only recently started interacting with folks here. I may be awkward/silent at times, so please bear with me.

About Me

He/him/they/them

90s kid

been writing since mid 2000s, but only started uploading some within the last decade.

Currently writing fanfiction for RWBY out of love for the series and as a personal project.

Will Follow

Basically anyone that seems like a chill person or who might offer help when ideas need to bounce (or has previously said they would want to reach out if they need some help).

Won't Follow

...There's not really anyone I won't outright follow. Just don't be an ass, bigot, or rude just to be rude.

Mutuals

I tend to reblog anything positive related to writing and art, as well as random things that strike me at the time I come across them. I'm also likely to hop into your asks, reply to your posts, etc., though I probably won't start DMs out of the blue since I am a very anxious and shy person.

Genres I Write

Adventure and fantasy mainly, with some angst and romance thrown in every now and then.

Expectations

I tend to write stuff related to trauma of some kind, but I promise that I will post warnings for major traumas. I have also been told that I tend to write emotionally charged scenes that will send the onion ninjas to your location. If I ever mistag something or am missing tags, please, please, please let me know.

[poetry-protest-pornography]

kpop sampler

my dear @auriette was asking about my non-skz kpop feelings, and i have so many of them, so i thought it would be fun to make a little playlist.

i'm sticking with the 10 link limit (which is v hard) but if you also have a lot of kpop feelings, please rb with a song/group rec of your own!

in no particular order:

The Rose (k-rock)

i love them. They are super funny on social media, and their music is incredible. Screaming this song at the top of my lungs fixes me a little every time. Woosung is also a soloist and he's amazing.

WOODZ

This song gives me the shivers.

He also has a cover of Hype Boy that is A+

The duality of man.

I think WOODZ is vastly underappreciated, and i wish more people were as into him as i am.

Ateez

i know i already talked about them a little bit, but i have to do it again because i love them. just a bunch of insanely talented, stupidly hot weirdos. i love that they're all nerds who make legos together and that everyone but hongjoong and jongho have zero concept of personal space. wooyoung and san are medalists in the kiss your homie olympics. (woo is also bffs with changbin and also yeonjun from txt)

i'm still obsessed with this song and this MV. the ateez lore is very intricate and this is basically cinema.

TXT

insane dance skills, super talented, great music. it was hard to pick which song of theirs to include here, but this is defintely a favorite. def check out devil by the window" also.

they collabed with the jonas brothers and anitta and both songs were incredible. yeonjun just released a solo album. more talented goofballs. i love them.

OnlyOneOf

i am obsessed with OOO. they are incredible. they do most of their own choreo, they committed to making their MVs queer af and include messages of acceptance and support for the lgbtq community in the notes for all their videos. they paired themselves up and talk about kissing each other casually.

and they back it all up with high concept MVs, insane choreo, and great music that will absolutley get stuck in your head. picking a song was hard, but this choreo is too iconic

Hwasa

i am obsessed with her. she is also in mamamoo, who are great, but i am currently absolutely obsessed with her cover of lunch. but this song which is a pretty direct call out of the rampant body shaming in the industry is so much fun.

KARD

kard is the only mixed gender kpop group i know of, and we need more.

they are all adults, and their music and MVs are, too. killer dancey tracks. their friendship is a lot of fun.

BM is also a soloist, and has some very explicit horny songs that don't bother with the (barely) innuendo that kard plays with. he's also hilarious on SM, and on the daebak show

Enhypen

they're just good. i love a concept album, and they killed it with this.

Evnne

i love them.

they were all on boys planet, and i love all the groups that formed from that show (i was going to cheat and make a whole playlist of bp groups, but i'm just going to share this one and i'll make a whole separate bp post)

this video and song are just so fun, and they're so good, and i wanted to yell about them.

(all the boys planet boys are also stray kids levels of obsessed with each other, which i appreciate --zb1 is probably the worst-best about this, but they're all super close)

oh gosh only space for one more... ahhhh who to choooose

Blitzers

this is just so much fun

no one really sounds like blitzers. the horns and big band elements are wholly unique and fit surprisingly well. they are super talented and clearly having a good time with what they do, and it's just a good time.

I hope you like at least some of these songs/groups!

(Now, to play by my own rules and not add another ten in a reblog unless specifically asked to do more!)

Please add your favorite kpop/krock groups to share the joy of good music that we can all be super normal about together!

[fishsouper]

sorry for posting so much about the neil gaiman thing im very opinionated but heres my general take on neil gaiman (TW FOR S/A AND SU1C1D3!!!!)

good omens fandom please read this. yall need it

i wanna start with: believe victims. it might not be as bad as it was claimed to be bc the reporter was an anti bdsm terf who considers all bdsm 🍇 (including the bdsm w neil), but there was still clearly manipulation, weaponized power imbalance, and dubious consent. even if it wasnt s/a, it was fucked up. neil did some fucked up things

while we dont know if he actually s/ad those women, neil gaiman is clearly flawed

ive seen time and time again that his fans (specifically the good omens fandom) can get so viciously defensive of him that they refuse to see any flaws he has

as someone who was ruthlessly attacked because of neil, i hesitate to give him the benefit of the doub

when i had just turned 13, id just gotten on tumblr. i was thrilled that good omens season 2 was coming out. i was even more thrilled to see neil gaiman on tumblr. so i sent him an ask where i asked if crowley and aziraphale would kiss. i get why that was annoying. he probably got those asks all the time. but i worded it respectfully, and i was genuinely unaware that he was annoyed by this question

he responded to my ask with a multi paragraph callout post talking about how sick of this question he was. harsh, but not necessarily nefarious

the response wasnt the problem. it was that i got so many hate comments and death threats and people telling me i didnt deserve joy and i was ruining neils life and so many fucking anon "kys" asks that i had to quit tumblr. i tried to apologize to neil, i sent him countless apology asks where i begged him to ask people to stop cyber bullying me, but he never responded. it took years before i was able to communicate to him all the hate id received. his response was a basic "sorry for the miscommunication" and that he wished there was a way to convey tone on the internet (someone said "there is! tonetags!!" and he responded with "i dont like those"). the SAME COMMUNITY who told me to kms was suddenly saying "oh neil your such a saint" (THE TERM SAINT WAS USED MULTIPLE TIMES!!!!!) and "this poor ignorant child"

i was a kid and i was bullied off the internet and neil didnt respond to my pleas for forgiveness for almost 2 years. i was also in the most unstable time of my life. i was EXTREMELY suicidal. people telling me to kms deeply affected me

plus he reblogs a ton of "vote blue no matter who" stuff. i dont agree w that statement but i think its okay for people to say if they actively support palestine. but neil gaiman doesnt post about palestine ever other than reblogging posts that say "sure maybe the stuff in palestine is bad but if you dont support biden 100% democracy will crumble!!!" also im pretty sure he never apologized for some older zionist posts

ive seen a lot of stuff where people are saying "hey shhh its okay i see good omens fans getting sad bc of the stuff with neil but its ok!! youre still a good person even if you ignore this issue!!" and like. huh??? i dont think ignoring it makes you evil but its certainly fucked up to not be critical of the media you consume. pretending nothings going on is immature. you all sound like jk rowling fans smh

his general attitude towards fans makes me uncomfortable. ive seen people bare their souls in his asks (all of them start with something along the lines of "oh sir mister gaiman sir i am nothing but a disgusting peon compared to you you saved my life id die for you!!!") and he gives rude cold responses. i mean of course he gets annoyed and of course he gets spam but no one is forcing him to respond to asks. he doesnt seem to care very much??? this doesnt make him a bad person ofcourse but it does give me the ick

summary: even if he didnt s/a those women his fans need to grow up. he is not a pure perfect person. he might not be evil but he makes some extremely damaging choices. hes not a saint and never has been. at the end of the day, hes a rich cishet white man

[killdozerrr]

hi there! :] i'm lilith, but most just call me lil or lily.

i'm 26, nonbinary and use any pronouns. i'm autistic, aspd, and the head of a system. only 2 or 3 alters use this blog to post (please feel free to ask questions about them if you are curious). 1 of them has his own blog

i am probably on your dni. i empathise with various serial killers and shooters. i post a lot of gore (including animal death) and nsfw, and am into some very fucked up shit (necrophilia, hybristophilia, mechanophilia, noncon, tortureporn, highly detailed guro, kidnapping to name a few). if that isn't what you like, then just block and move on. or feel free to leave a pathetic hate anon for me to laugh at. <3

i do have homicidal thoughts, and i will vent about them on here. this does not mean i will act on them, im simply just an unstable girl thing unable to seek the treatment i need so i cope by spilling my thoughts to random strangers on the web.

i do have a serial killer/cannibalistic alter. no i do not let him front frequently (but if he does he is one of those whom posts on the blog), esp if i am dealing with said homicidal ideation.

my alters are mostly "their own people" so to speak, some are fictive, others simply identify with fictional characters. @reapershi for example, is his own person, but heavily identifies with death the kid from soul eater so often uses his depiction to represent himself. i do have a stein alter, yes he's a fucking lunatic, yes he sometimes posts on the blog as well if i myself am not doing well. he is not harmful, however. lastly, i have a wolf boy alter, who heavily identifies with razor from genshin. he is the last alter who i allow to sometimes post on my blog. he's also his own person, but has the mentality of a feral child. he will usually only reblog photos of wolves when he is active. again, it is not common for these alters to be fronting, it does not happen all the time, only if im severely struggling with something. i have various other alters who have no interest in using tumblr too, but usually it's me at the front. just putting this here as clarification that i am not constantly switching like most did fakers tend to do. these alters are very real, i struggle very much with past trauma and my sense of identity, and i also wish the quirky "trend" of did would stop.

i do not tolerate racism, homophobia, nazism or bigotry. i do not condone these actions from any killers i may reblog or post about.

i do, however, condone the idea of natural selection. :]

likes (things i may reblog/post about frequently);; soul eater (stein my beloved), tcc (mainly serial killers (esp jeff <3), though sometimes i may reblog things about shooters), surrealism, psychology, cats, bunnies, nature, gothic style, halloween, music, gore, guro, nsfw topics, computers & older electronics

please feel free to send me dms or asks. i'm not great at talking, but i'll try to reciprocate regardless. :]

[ihavethedreamies]

Her Hero | Lee Know [NSFW]

Lee Minho - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: 5k (exactly!)

Pairing: Podocheong! Lee Know x Noble! AFAB! Reader

(The Podocheong were like the police of Joseon Era Korea)

Genre: Historical AU!, Joseon Era, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Some Plot, Frenemies-to-Lovers (ish)

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Pet Names (Princess [but it's also her title...]), Fluff to Rough, Oral (F! Receiving), Fingering, First Times (Readers), Big Dick! Changbin (duh), Cockbulge (slightly), Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control so...)

Summary: When a political rival of your father kidnaps you for a ransom, your father calls on the Podocheong (Police) to rescue you. An extremely handsome Bujang (Lieutenant) rescues you, but you would be loathe to admit you need (and like) a hero.

At the bottom I will have a guide for all the untranslated words I use, most of which are to do with the clothing they wear.

Also, if any of my historical information/words are inaccurate, I apologize, I did the best with what research I could and what I know from watching too many historical K-Dramas.

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Revised (1/31/25)

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Your father is an important man who does important things. Unfortunately, some people don’t like the things he does or the way he does them. Namely, the Right State Minister…your father is the Left State Minister, so they should work together. No. They hate each other. Even more so because your father refuses to let you marry the other Minister's son. That makes the other man's son hate you…for some reason, like you have any say in the matter. You didn’t even know the guy existed till your father told you he’s prevented your marriage.

One day, as you wait by the entrance to your family's estate, you drape a sseugaechima over your head, waiting for your brother to join you. He’s going to escort you to your friend's house, and you’re getting impatient.

"Sorry!" He dashes through the courtyard, leaning down and panting to catch his breath. When he stands, the top of his gat whacks you on the chin and you flinch back.

"Sorry!" He flounders, peeling the head covering off so he can look at your annoyed face for any injury. He’s such a klutz but at least he tries to make up for it.

"Let's just go please, orabeoni." You sniff, recovering your head and you leave the estate grounds. Your older brother weaves through the crowd as you hold onto the belt of his hanbok to make sure you don’t get separated. There must be some kind of big event or something going on because there are people everywhere.

"Ah, wait!" You cry out, someone bumping into you hard, and you let go of your brother.

"(Y/N)?" He turns around, his height allowing him to look over most of the crowd, but your own height hides you more. You’re shoved and pushed as people whirl around you and call his name out.

"(Y/N)!" He shouts, but before you can reply, something hits you hard in the back of the head and you see black.

~T口T~

When you wake up, you hurt. Your head hurts the most, but your entire body is sore. As your senses return, you look around in confusion. You’re in a bedroom of what looks like an inn or some other kind of lodging. Sitting up from the bed, you rub at the back of your head, looking around. Did your brother find you? If so, why did he bring you to a lodging rather than just back to your home? He also isn’t in the room. Did you pass out and a random person bring you here till you woke up? At the other side of the room, on the other side of a folding divider, you hear the door open. Unfortunately, it’s not your brother that comes in, you actually have no idea who it is. He’s dressed all in black and his face is even covered.

"W-who are you?" You back up on the bed, back hitting the wall, like that would really be of any use. He doesn’t say anything, but he pulls out a dagger and you freeze in shock. Logically, you know you can scream, but you can’t physically get one out. He stalks forward and you close your eyes, waiting for the worst. You squeak when he grabs your hair, right above where your daenggi is tied, and…cuts your hair. He leaves as quickly as he came, the end of your hair along with the ribbon in his hand. What? Reaching around, you bring your hair over your shoulder to look at where he cut, nearly half of the length is gone.

"That-" you’re madder more than anything else. Couldn’t he have just undone the ribbon to use as proof? It’s clear he didn’t want to hurt you because you’re in a nice room, not tied up, and other than a throbbing spot on the back of your head, you’re unharmed.

~

After what feels like around an hour of sitting in the corner, contemplating what to do, you get up to look around. You aren’t sure about trying to escape. Just because you’re unhurt up until now doesn’t mean your captor will be so merciful if you try to leave. Plus, you might get more hurt escaping, you’re pretty sure you’re on a second or even third floor. Just to check though…nope, the window shutters are locked from the other side it seems. Plus, obviously, so is the door. Great. As time ticks by, you mess with the various objects of décor, trying to prevent boredom. Doesn’t work. All the drawers are empty and there isn’t even a baduk board for you to mess around with. After being nosy even more, you find a book wedged in the back of a dresser, between the back panel of the drawer and the piece as a whole. You aren’t sure how it got back there and when you finally yank it out, you sigh.

"Better than nothing." It’s some old romance book that’s been there for probably at least ten years. Sitting at a table in the room, you start the read, not really enjoying it, but it’s better than nothing. More time passes and you’re glad there’s at least a separate room with a chamber pot, but it’s getting dark. Your stomach rumbles and you wonder just how long you’d been out cold because you and your brother had left the estate fairly early in the morning. When night falls, you find a lantern but have no way to light it. So, you have to sit in the dark, only the faint light of the moon flowing in through the slits of the locked shutters. Sitting back on the bed, your stomach growls again, and you sigh, laying down. You might as well pass time with sleep.

~ರ_ರ~

You’re startled awake when there’s a loud commotion outside of not just outside the lodging but also your room. Getting up from the bed you go to try and look through the slats of the windows but can’t see much. There’s a loud crash, and you turn around just in time to see the door break into pieces as someone kicks it open, not even bothering to try and unlock it first. It’s the Podocheong! The man that comes in has the uniform of a Bujang, and he sighs in relief upon seeing you. Another officer comes in then, taller than the man who had kicked the door in.

"We believe we arrested all of the perpetrators, sir." He bows slightly to the lieutenant, and he nods, waving him off.

"Are you okay, Lady (Y/N)?" He comes forward, brow furrowed in worry, looking over you. You shrink under his gaze, embarrassed, hiding your face. His hands go to your jaw, making you look at him so he can see if your face is harmed. Your cheeks feel hot under his thumbs, he’s strikingly attractive, but also familiar.

"When your brother couldn’t find you, he came straight to me." He tells you, letting you go, and you nod, stepping back, looking away again. He then realizes how intimate his action had been, and he bows, apologizing.

"Are you friends with my orabeoni?"

"Yes, my lady. When we both got to your estate to look for you, your father informed us that a ransom letter had been sent for your safe return. I apologize for not getting here much sooner." You shake your head, casting a glance up at him, not sure if you’re allowed to really show him your face.

"Here." He removes his jeonbok, draping it over your head so you can hide under it. Thanking him gently, you pull it down over your more, it smells like him, which is amazing.

"Let's get you home."

"W-what is your name?"

"Minho of the Lee clan, my lady."

~(\>人</)~

When you return home, not just your mother and brother are in tears like you expect, but your father is as well. He isn’t cold normally, but he just has better control of his emotions.

"Thank you, hyungnim." Your brother bows to Bujang Minho, still sniffing a bit.

"Yes, we cannot begin to express our gratitude, Bujang." Your father thanks him as well and you let your mother lead you further into the estate so she can hug you. You hug her tightly back, incredibly grateful to be home safe.

~₸Д₸~

You aren’t sure what Minho had asked of your father in return for rescuing you, but he seems to be hanging around a lot. While, yes, he’s mostly with your brother, you’ll always find him watching you if you happen to be around or pass by. One day you’re sitting at the edge of your family's pond under a parasol, messing around with some embroidery work. You’re not very good at it even though you enjoy it.

"Is that supposed to be a flower?" You hear a teasing remark to your side, and you send a glare at the owner, but, it’s not your brother. Quickly, your face reddens, and you look back down.

"U-uh yes, but as you can see, I am a little poor at this." You huff a nervous laugh.

"Then why are you doing it?"

"I like it, just-" You yelp when you poke yourself with the needle, quickly putting the tip of your finger in your mouth. Setting the frame on the ground and putting the needle back in the cushion, you run a finger over the messy stitching.

"What else do you like to do?" You freeze when he sits down next to you, not close enough to touch you, but you aren’t expecting it. He isn’t in his Podocheong uniform, the light greenish-blue fabric of his hanbok compliments him well. Looking away from where the material seems to be struggling over his chest, you clear your throat.

"I enjoy painting, but once again, I'm not great at it."

"Is there anything you enjoy that you are good at?" You see him tilt his head to rest it on his fist, elbow resting on his knee, from the side of your eye.

"I…" You’re a little stumped.

"N-not really." You enjoy creative and artistic work, but you’re not skilled in the field.

"That's not what your brother told me." Your eyes widen and you shoot him a wary look.

"Your father isn't even here." Minho rolls his eyes, and you clench your jaw. He’s kind of getting on your nerves. Mostly because he’s stupidly attractive, and you don’t like being teased to begin with.

"I haven't shot a bow in years." You whisper, still weary.

"Worried a man won’t want to marry you if you can fight?"

"Archery isn't fighting, and I'm not worried about that." You stand up then, leaving the parasol jabbed in the ground, gathering up your frame and embroidery basket, walking around him to head back to your room.

"Let's go do it." He catches up to you, walking backwards, smirking as he walks ahead of you.

"No." It’s too risky, you got caught last time your brother took you to his make-shift archery range.

"We can go to the Podocheong training area, no one will know. No one's there now." You reach the stairs to get up onto the deck of your house, and you halt at the bottom. The offer is extremely tempting…

"Fine, let me get something to change into."

~

With a bundle of your brother's old clothes in tow, Minho helps you sneak off the estate grounds. He at least tells your brother, so no one thinks you got kidnapped again. Your father doesn’t check on you after dark, so he won’t know you aren’t in your room. After you arrive at the training grounds, you change in a bathing room and come out.

"You really look like your brother like that." Minho scoffs and you roll your eyes.

"I know." You sniff and he leads you toward the back where the archery targets are set up. Without waiting for his prompt, you look over the different bows on the rack and pick one, then grab a quiver as well. It feels instantly familiar, and you’re glad for that, but your aim is rusty.

"You're supposed to hit the middle." Minho hums next to you, pointing to where you hit off to the side quite a bit.

"I know." You grit your teeth, shooting off another arrow and it misses as well. Is it the bow?

"Here." He moves to adjust your grip on the bow, and you yank away from his hold.

"I don't need your help." You’re embarrassed because you said archery is something you’re actually good at.

"You did a few weeks ago." The little string of control you had snaps, the fire of your annoyance singing the ends, and you turn to him, glaring at him straight in the eye.

"What, you want me to say thank you? After my father showered you with gifts and allowed you to loiter around our estate? Fall to my knees in gratitude to my hero? Huh? If you want that go to another girl." You turn back away from him, not noticing his amused grin and you shoot another arrow, hitting the red bullseye.

~ಠoಠ~

"What?" You nearly growl, standing at the door to your room's building, having opened it to find Minho leaning on the wooden column next to the stairs. He’s been relentless for the last few weeks, and you’re really pissed. More so that you miss when he won’t show up with that stupid smirk on his pretty face. Why are you starting to like him when he just teases you all the damn time? Isn’t he your brother's friend? He constantly pesters you to go shoot with him, or go ride on his horse, or some other stuff, and you say no to almost everything. You’ll only eat with him if he brings snacks or a meal because who says no to food?

"I think you dropped this." You look to see your eunjangdo dangling from his index finger.

"Give it!" You swipe at it, but he holds it up and back behind him so you can’t reach it. The silver shines in the sun, and you jump to grab it, falling onto him when you can’t make it.

"Give it back!" You press against him more, fingers barely touching the sheath of the dagger.

"Hm…no." He chuckles and you yipe when he wraps his other arm around you, holding you to him. Your face blooms with heat, and you can even see the red on the tip of your nose when you look at his face, very close to yours.

"I really should stop helping you if you don’t want a hero so bad." He finally relents and brings the dagger back down, but he doesn’t let you go. He’s warm against you, and you can feel the muscle he has underneath the layers of clothes and even through your own. Your head is swimming, and you don’t even move to grab your eunjangdo from him when it’s within reach.

"Have you heard the rumor about the watermill behind your house by the stream?" Instantly you know what he’s talking about-

"Y-You-!" Your face's redness changes from embarrassment to rage, and you pull away from him, slapping him hard, then turning on your heel and going back inside, the silver dagger still dangling in his grasp.

ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

You don’t want to admit why you’re crying, but you hold the cushion to your chest closer, pressing your tear-stained face into the pink silk. You aren’t overly fond of romance and sweet gestures, but the crassness of his suggestion hurt. Does he only want to bed you and then move on? You hope deep inside he likes you back. And it isn’t until you’ve cried for a good hour that you realize why you’re so upset. You like him. That’s why you want him to like you back.

"Dammit." You sniff, wiping hard at your face with your sleeve.

"(Y/N)?" A soft voice calls from just outside your window, only moonlight coming in through it, one small candle illuminating your room softly.

"(Y/N)? I know you're awake." You register the owner of the voice, and you deflate further into your cushions.

"Go away." You spit at him.

"(Y/N), please?" Minho's tone is like nothing you’d heard before, and it’s beginning to compel you.

"No." He can probably hear the insincerity in your voice.

"(Y/N), sweetheart, please?" Your heart stops, then speeds into a gallop when he calls you that. Your body seems to act at the will of your heart and not your brain, because you get up, using a step stool, and open the window. He smiles, genuinely, and it makes you swallow hard. You want to cry again.

"I'm so sorry." He steps forward, the window just the right height for him to rest his arms on the sill from where he stands on the porch. You don’t say anything, you’re worried you’ll burst into tears if you try.

"I said something horrible; I was just trying to tease you and I hurt you. Will you forgive me?" You haven't heard such a sincere tone from him since he rescued you at the lodging. Your uncertain gaze meets his intense one and he sighs.

"What you said a while back made me think. You said that your father showered me with gifts for saving you? He didn’t."

"But…orabeoni said you got confections and a bunch of other stuff."

"That’s from him and your mother. Your father had a different gift, but I told him I didn’t want it. Not without you agreeing." What?

"Huh?" He smiles at the clear confusion all over your face, the sad look falling off.

"Your father offered you as the gift. As my wife. I said yes, but I wanted to court you first. I didn’t do a great job though I guess." Minho sighs and you can’t hold back then, tears spilling over your cheeks.

"(Y/N)?" He stands up straight and you step closer, and he gently cups your cheek in his hand.

"You should have just said so, you stupid idiot." You hitch a sob with each word, and he smiles, letting out a small laugh.

"Yes. I should have."

~(ಥoಥ)~

It seems, to Minho even more than you, the wedding can’t be soon enough. It’s also hard to hide from your family just how clingy he is. If no one is around, his arms are around you at the very least. He has you sit in his lap while you do most things, his chin on your shoulder, watching you sew or read. More than just a few times he’ll be standing next to you or hugging you and his hand will sneak lower than he really should put it. The first time he got a not-very-strong hit to his chest, and he just chuckled.

You’re a bit sad to move out of your family home, but you and he are given your own separate house on his father's estate, so far on the edge of the land that it feels like your own. As you stand in your new bedroom, dressed only in your sokchima, flinching at every noise as if it’s your… You giggle finally thinking of him as your husband, and you hop a little with glee. Every noise though makes you hope that it’s him, returning from his own bath, but most of the time it’s just an animal outside, or the wind making the window shutters creak slightly.

Finally, the door to the bedroom opens and he peeks his head in, a serious look on his face.

"Are you ready, (Y/N)? Because I'm running out of restraint." The sharp look in his eyes makes you shiver, but you nod anyway. As he stalks in, the door falling shut behind him, he tugs at the goreum of his sokjeogori, and time slows down as it falls to the floor. Your eyes skate over the skin that he reveals, and you don’t have time to react as he scoops you up in his arms and easily carries you to the bed. He pins you to the yo, raised onto a platform and you gasp as his lips seal over yours. His hand sneaks under your head, fingers weaving through your hair at the base of your braid, pressing you even closer to him.

His other hand wanders, snaking up your leg, pushing your sokchima up higher and higher. Feeling his hands on your bare skin makes you shiver despite the heat he seems to be setting. You pant when he finally pulls his tongue out of your mouth, licking his lips like a hungry dog. His eyes though remind you of a cat on the hunt.

"How rough can I be?" Minho's lips brush the skin of your neck as he speaks, then his mouth attaches, and he sucks hard. You huff at the feeling; mind not able to stay on track for very long.

"H-huh?" You finally manage to get out, hands balled into fists over his shoulders, your pulse seeming to thud harder where he’s sucked the skin nearly raw.

"I've been waiting to have you so long, sweetheart, that I just want to breed you like a bitch in heat." The vulgarity of his words shocks you, but it somehow fuels your arousal rather than offend you.

"I want to brand you as mine." He licks a path over your throat, ending at the hickey he’s left under your ear. His blunt nails dig into the flesh of your upper thigh as he pulls it up to his waist, his hand sliding down to cup your rear.

"M-Minho-!" You can’t help but throw your head back with an airy moan as he rolls his hips against yours, his hard cock pressing to your bare core through his pants.

"Tell me now, so I can slow down." You can hear the strain in his voice, his breathing is hard too.

"Don't." So, he doesn’t. He doesn’t hesitate either and you squeak when he rolls you over underneath him, landing on your stomach. Instead of untying your sokchima like a civilized person, he tears the straps at the seams, then yanks the white garment from you and tosses it to the side, leaving you completely naked. Your skin immediately rises into goosebumps from the sudden chill, but the heat of his bare chest pressing to your back instantly takes over.

"You're just perfect~" He hums, nearly laying completely on top of you, hard cock nestled in the crest of your butt. Minho's arm sneaks under you, sliding up to nestle between your breasts, his hand gripping your jaw. You whimper at the restraining feeling even though it’s nowhere close to tight, and you feel his dick twitch at the noise. His free hand also sneaks underneath you, holding himself up with pure core strength, only the elbow of the arm holding you supporting him. As his fingertips run over your lower stomach you sigh, the muscles twitching at the stimulation. He hums and you recognize the noise that he always makes when he smirks, and your body jerks when his fingers finally meet your cunt.

"So wet already, sweetheart." His nose nuzzles behind your ear, the hand at your jaw loosening even further but sliding down just a bit to cup your throat. Quickly, his index finger brushes over your clit, and you whine, and he chuckles, feeling the vibration at his palm.

"M-Minho…" Your head is swimming, and you let out a choking noise when he buries a finger into you.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll loosen your tight cunt enough to take my cock." While Minho wasn’t always outstandingly proper with you anyway, his crass words still surprise you some. They go straight to your core though, and he feel your gummy walls spasm around the single digit. Slowly, he pumps his finger till you relax, the slight sting from the entrance dissipating. You’ve never even used your own fingers and based off of what you feel nestled into your backside, you do need to get prepped. Whether it’s on purpose or not, when Minho finally adds a second finger, his hand at your throat tightens just enough to puts slight pressure on your windpipe. Your cunt spasms again, harder, and your heart speeds up as well, wondering why the sensation excites you so much.

"Oh?" He chuckles, speeding up his hand at your pussy, palm pressing to your throat a bit harder. His palm presses at your clit and a strong pulse hits your core, and it’s getting stronger and stronger.

"W-wait, Minho-!" You gasp, having an idea that you’re close even if you’ve never felt it before, the intensity startling you.

"Go ahead, (Y/N), fall apart." The hand at your throat presses enough to make your vision swim and you cry out a moan as you cum. He huffs at the squeeze on his fingers, but helps you ride the high out, kissing behind your ear as he does. When he unwraps his arms from around you, you fall limp on the bedding, still trying to catch your breath. Swallowing a few times to ease the slight soreness of your throat, you hear him shuffles. You, however, have no time to look behind you at him before his hands are on your hips, pulling them up, forcing your butt up in the air.

"What are you-?"

"I said I want to breed you like a bitch in heat." Oh, he meant it literally. Unfortunately for you, he hasn’t given you the chance to see him bare, because you’re not prepared for when he brings the head of his cock to your entrance.

"Breathe, sweetheart." His hands wrap around your waist, thumbs rubbing circles into the skin of your back, and you focus on measured breaths as the fat head of his dick finally starts to press in. Stinging heat sears through you from your core out as he enters, and you can’t tell what it feels like. Somehow it hurts like hell but also feels so good, so much so you think you might pass out. You fists the bedding below you, gasping for air as he slides in, the slick of your arousal aiding the entrance.

"Your cunt's hugging my cock so good~" Minho sighs, the noise turning into a groan as he buries even further. How much further will he go? The searing heat is so deep you wonder if he’ll stop anytime soon.

"Just a bit…" He chuckles when he finally bottoms out, the tip pressing snugly to the base of your womb. Tears have sprung to your eyes, your whole face feels hot, and you pant hard, trying to gets used to the odd feeling. Yes, it hurts, but it feels so much better than you thought it would.

"Tell em when you're ready, my love." He leans over you again, kissing your shoulder gently and petting your hair.

"Go." You answer almost immediately, and his soft touches halt.

"Love, are you sure?"

"Fuck, please!" You aren’t sure why you need him to start already, logic tells you it will hurt, but you crave it. It feels so dirty to like the burn so much, but you can’t help it.

"Yeah?"

"Please!" Your breath is forced from your lungs when he rolls his hips, pulling out halfway before snapping back into you, hard. He feels your core pulse around him, a rush of your arousal soaks his cock, and he grins like a madman.

"So fucking perfect." He immediately begins a brutal pace, but still holds back some, only pulling out half before driving his cock back home, battering your womb.

"W-wait, oh! Ah! Fuck!" The same waves of pleasure are already cresting, so much stronger than before and Minho relishes in feeling the clench of your gummy walls around his cock instead of his fingers.

"So good." He mumbles to himself, licking his lips and as you get closer…

"Fuck!" You squeal when his hand comes down on your ass, leaving a red print on your skin and you cum again. He gasps a laugh as your arousal drenches his cock and his groin, leaving a shining trail down both your thighs. Minho laughs at your whines of disapproval when he pulls out, but it turns to a gasp as he flips you over. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder, ankle at his ear, holding the other to his side, and he fills you again. Your vision spots from the stinging pleasure the overstimulation is causing you, but you focus on his gorgeous face. He has that cocky smirk on his face, sweat beading down from his forehead and you whimper at the sight. With what little strength you have, you prop yourself up to see where he’s splitting you open. Whether it’s the sight or his next thrust, you fall back limp and fist the sheets as he fucks you like a rabbit. His shallow movements are even harder than before, and your eyes roll back, back arching as your next orgasm rises.

"Oh, what a good girl, cum for me, love." Minho takes your hands in his, your legs barely wrapping around him to hold on. His fingers weave through yours, lips meeting once more as his pace stutters. He must feel your moan against his tongue as you cum once more, the tight vice of your cunt spurring him over the edge as well. Your core burns even hotter as his cum fills you to the point where it spills from you, mixing with your own. Your body goes limp, and Minho hums, kissing your forehead.

"I love you." He leaves little pecks all over your face and you giggle sleepily.

"I love you, too. I'm glad you saved me that day."

"No, (Y/N), I think you saved me."

sseugaechima - this is the extra-skirt looking garment women would wear over their heads. gat - this is the hat that noblemen would wear, more specifically the ones that were black and made of mesh. orabeoni - more archaic/historical word for older brother to a girl. hanbok - traditional/historical clothing, most people think of women's dresses, but men's clothes were called this as well. daenggi - the ribbon that was tied around a unmarried girl's braid. baduk - Korean word for the Chinese game of Go. podocheong - essentially the Joseon era police. bujang - a Lieutenant-level position in the Podocheong. jeonbok - kind of like a long vest worn over a hanbok. hyungnim - a more commonly used term historically for a man to an older brother or friend. eunjangdo - a silver dagger that many women wore as an accessory, mostly nobles. sokchima - basically a dress/skirt like under-garment. goreum - the ties that fastened the top of a hanbok. sokjeogori - a shirt worn as an undergarment. yo - a Korean floor mattress.

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Chapter III: To Build a Home

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x f!reader

Chapter Summary: You've settled. Now comes the hard part; navigating your newfound connections. How much of you are you letting them in on?

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: anxiety, drinking, weapons, canon typical violence, flirting, slowburn, not much – kinda fluffy

A/N: My dumbass accidentally deleted my post with the most notes in panic as I accidentally posted the wrong thing on my blog. I tried reblogging the old one but the "keep reading" button doesn't work on the phone!! As I mentioned in the last one, this is some fluff to lighten up the angst of the prequel. I am so sorry for the request, but I'd love it if you could like this post again in case you liked the last one. This will not happen again. And if you're new to this post, enjoy! :)

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song recs: the archer - taylor swift ("Can you see right through me?") and to build a home - the cinematic orchestra

"If that's darkness, you wanted no part in the light."

A lot has changed in the past two months. Maybe you have too.

You stayed in Jackson. The patrols were a commitment you couldn’t and didn’t want to avoid, the main reason being Joel. He didn’t necessarily chew you out for not showing up... Because you knew he would, majorly, so you did. Honest to God, you’re not used to working regularly for your share. Your way has always been figuring it out as you go and wiggling your way out of – often – life-threatening situations.

Besides, you wanted to show up. You admit begrudgingly to yourself you want to see him. No matter how much you bicker on patrol. No full-on fights, but you haven’t gone one patrol without getting into a verbal sparring match. As time went on, it became a friendly fight. You grew to like it, and judging by Joel’s subtle smiles when you’ve packed a good verbal punch, you’d say he did too.

He was actually pleasant to talk to now. You found out Tommy, of all people, is his brother. Walking back from the gates one day, you saw Tommy in the crowd of the town square with his wife. Yes, he had a wife. A beautiful blonde woman named Maria who commanded respect with her presence alone. She was at least a decade older than you and you couldn’t help but look up to her.

The most surprising piece of information you got out of Joel was... He was taking care of a kid. A fifteen-year-old girl named Ellie. You loved asking him about her, because his gaze would always soften at the mention of her. “A little firecracker, that one. You’d like her.” He’d say with a grin on his face as he looked at you, teasing you. You didn’t miss the affection in his tone, though, nor the way his expression shifted. He’d never call himself her father, but you knew... Joel talked about her and cared about her like only a father would.

You wondered if you’d get the chance to meet her. If she’d like you – or see right through you.

Joel would tell you about his months long journey from the Boston QZ across the country then back to Jackson, starting out smuggling her. As much as he’d go on and on about it though, you felt like he was hiding something... Mostly because Ellie didn’t stay where he was supposed to smuggle her. And because he told you only a few words about Salt Lake City. You knew it was dark and you knew it was with best intentions for her. “The people we were supposed to smuggle her to in Salt Lake City gave us trouble. So I brought her back here.” He continued quietly, his voice barely audible through the wind. “Let’s just say... I couldn’t let them take her.” His eyes were turned to the thick woods in a wistful and dire gaze. Like he did what he had to. You don’t judge him for it. He probably did everything in his power to save the kid. You respected it.

What you realized in time was his fierce loyalty stirred something deep inside you. If that’s darkness, you wanted no part in the light.

That being said, you felt like light followed everywhere you went since you came into Jackson. You’ve made a few trips to the bar after patrols with Joel and you’ve met friends. Real friends, not just people you were acquainted with for survival purposes. You first friend’s name was Nancy. A tall woman with chocolate colored hair and kind green eyes. She was forthcoming, fiery as you, gregarious. You always had fun with her, but you wouldn’t shy away from deep conversations. She introduced you to her friend group and you started hanging out almost daily, the bartenders in the “Tipsy Bison” already knowing your names and orders. You’d talk for hours, play cards one of the guys, Madden, has found in an abandoned house, get tipsy on beer and laugh like idiots.

You’ve never had a community like this, never felt you belonged. It was hitting you slowly you’d do anything to protect this newfound peace. Yet, a part of you knew nothing ever lasts, and you felt both past and present life outside the walls lurking, waiting for a moment to strike.

What would they all think if they knew what you’ve done? You’re sure everyone in Jackson had a few demons to carry from the road there. No one was innocent since outbreak hit. Somehow, you felt like yours were worse than most. Stability surrounded you, yet you felt like you were holding onto something fragile. Most of your days were a blur of worry about it, trying your damndest to save something you felt was slipping through your fingers.

Your newfound drive to patrol and protect didn’t miss Joel. You’ve made it to the gate early this morning, leaving intent footsteps in the snow. Snowflakes were coating your hair and lashes, but that didn’t deter your steely gaze. As you were waiting for him, you noticed an almost amused smile on his face. He couldn’t deny he found it endearing.

“Look who’s ready to get down to business.” He held back his amusement.

You chuckled as you realized how you must look. “Hey, the infected aren’t gonna shoot themselves.”

You make a mental note you pulled a laugh out of this grumpy man. “You’re right.” He starts on your patrol route and asks, still smiling slightly. “What’s gotten into ya?”

You chuckle sheepishly. “I just... Guess I have something to fight for.”

He feigns a look of surprise. “Yeah? Don’t tell me you’ve met a fella.”

You shake your head, grinning, amused at the thought. That's about the last thing you need right now. “Nah... I’ve made some friends though.”

He nods, shrugging, mildly impressed. “Friends? You’ve been here a whole of two months.”

You chuckle and look at him as you playfully tease him. “Not everyone’s an unapproachable stump.”

He smirks, having expected something like this from you. “Yeah, yeah... Well, if they convince you to watch your six, I ain’t complaining.”

You told him about your friends as you trailed the path. The fresh blanket of snow was sparkling in the winter sun, contrasting the dark bare trees. It was almost scenic. He could see how much you cared about them, even if he considered it a relatively short time of knowing them. He was noticing a different side of you, as you’ve never told him about someone you’re fond of before. He never saw much point in making friends, but he couldn’t help but admire how quickly you’ve integrated in the community. Found something to treasure.

After a while of talking, you settle in comfortable silence. You’re patrolling all the way to the ski lodge today, your route longer than usual. The snow is muffling a lot of the sound so you have to be extra careful not to be caught off guard.

Luckily, the walk passes as usual. You don’t cross paths with anyone besides a small group of infected. You deal with them together. You’ve become a well-oiled machine.

You reach a snowmobile hidden behind a house, surrounded by trees. The size of it and the sleek design makes it look like it was really expensive before the outbreak. You look at Joel questioningly. There’s no way this still works. He hops on it, starting up the engine. “One of the electricians has made this thing work again.” He looks back at you and continues. “We’ve only got one. Hop on.”

You look at the fancy working vehicle in awe. You’re snapped out of it by his voice and you sit down behind him, your thighs wrapping around his hips in the small space. Instantly aware of how close you are (and liking the feel of your legs wrapped around him a little too much), you’re reluctant to hold on to him. You’ll suffice with keeping your balance.

He hums and starts driving the vehicle, the snowmobile cutting through the snow as cold air hits your cheeks. He’s careful when turning it, making sure you don’t fall off. One really harsh turn though, you instinctively wrap your arms around his frame and hold on to him. He doesn’t tense up. Doesn’t move. He just turns his head to you and asks you. “You okay?”

You nod. “Yeah, I’m alright. Keep moving.”

You hold on to him for the rest of the ride, his back against your chest. You feel tingly with warmth at the contact. He doesn’t seem to mind it either, his shoulders moving in a more relaxed manner. Almost like he’s not used to someone holding on, but liking it. He shifts a bit as he drives until you’re seated comfortably, snug against his jacket.

You reach the ski lodge and get off the vehicle. Joel stands up and moves to the lookout point, taking his sniper rifle in his hands. He turns to you. “Can ya sharpshoot from the distance?”

You shake your head. “Can handle a gun, but I’ve never done it.”

He nods. “When you get a bit more practice with the gun, I’ll teach ya.” He turns to the lookout and aims his rifle, shooting infected from the distance.

He’s not as fast with the sniper rifle as he is with a regular one, this time around diligent and careful. The infected go down in the distance one by one and you can’t help but be impressed with how easy he makes it look.

“Nice shot.” You say as he reaches a particularly fast-moving clicker.

“Thanks.” His focus doesn’t stray from his aim. You love watching him in action, impressed by his competence, feeling lucky to have him watching your back.

A few more shots, and he’s done. He turns to you, condensed breath from his mouth hitting the air as he speaks. “Let’s get to the lodge. I need a break.”

You nod and smile, heading towards the lodge and opening the big wooden door. This is the part of the patrol you were most looking forward to. You’ve never been in a ski lodge before the outbreak, and certainly not after.

You come in and marvel at the spacious wooden interior. There’s a small hallway with a coat rack and a stylish shoe cabinet, extending to a spacious cozy living area with a kitchen, small dining table and a living room. The walls are chipped, the color of the wood has faded with time and a light layer of dust covers most of the surfaces, but the luxury of the lodge is intact.

Joel notices your excitement and grins. “Not bad, huh? It’s my favorite patrol route too.” He takes off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack along with his backpack and rifle. He sits back at the dining table, crossing his arms. “Great place to take a breather.”

You nod and take off your jacket too, taking a thermos with coffee out of your backpack and sipping on it. “It’s amazing.” You chuckle. “Definitely not a place I could afford before all this.”

He nods. “Do I look like I could?”

You smirk as you purposely answer his rhetorical question. “No. No offence.”

He lets out a hearty chuckle. “No offence taken.” He looks at the thermos in your hand. “What’s that?”

You smile. “I brought coffee today.”

“Coffee?” He raises a curious eyebrow. “Didn’t know you had taste... Full of surprises.” He smirks and holds out his hand as a silent request.

You smirk at the way coffee instantly got Joel’s attention. You keep him in suspense for a moment, Joel raising his eyebrow again. “C’mon.” He leans in and nudges you for it in a playful demand.

You hand him the thermos and he sips on it. He hums in satisfaction. “Ya make a good cup of joe.”

“A compliment. Hell must have frozen over.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. ‘S just coffee.” He sips on more of it, enjoying the strong bitter taste. “You oughta make it more often.”

“Oh? Want breakfast too?” You tease.

“I ain’t sayin’ no if you’re offering.” He looks out the window at the darkening sky. You rarely see him this laidback.

You have a mischievous grin on your face as you think of a comeback. “Yeah? Breakfast in bed?”

He smirks and turns back to you as he catches onto your game. “Ya sayin’ you wanna get in my bed?”

You grin coyly. “A girl can dream.”

He sips the coffee with a coy grin of his own, enjoying the banter.

“You gonna drink all my coffee? Sharing is caring, you know.”

He nods. “You’re right. Here you go.” He hands you back the thermos, your hands brushing against each other. Both of you try to brush off the intimacy of the subtle touch and sharing a beverage.

You take the turns with the coffee in silence for a while, the only sound in the lodge the wind blowing outside. It gets pretty loud after a while, the windows of the old lodge shaking slightly. Joel gets up from the table first to check out the weather.

“Looks like there’s a snowstorm brewin’.” He says, leaning on an old heater by the window.

“Oh, great.” You’re not particularly looking forward to being stuck in this lodge. Especially with Joel. You two for hours in an enclosed space is a recipe for disaster. “Will we be able to make it back in time?”

He’s not thrilled about it either. “Nah. Don’t think so.”

There goes the warm bed you’d sink in after patrol. Oh, well. This is definitely not the worst situation you’ve ever been in. Albeit old, the lodge is comfortable.

You try to lighten up the situation. “I take dibs on the bed.”

He jokes. “We could share.”

You chuckle and shake your head as if the idea is absurd, though that small part deep inside you would like the comfort of sharing a bed with him. “No.”

“Guess you don’t wanna get in my bed after all.” He smirks and shakes his head.

You lean your hand on your cheek, your elbow on the table, amused at his cheeky claim. You didn’t know he had it in him. Full of surprises.

The windows shake again, interrupting your banter. Joel settles back on the chair opposite you and looks out at the brewing blizzard.

You glance at him as you realize... This is better than coming back to your empty cabin. The last thing you want to admit even as waves of it come crashing down inside you, all telling you the same thing is... With him, in Jackson, is your place of respite; something like home.

You try to shake it off the way you always do – talking. “How long is this gonna last?”

He hums as he thinks. “Usually it’s a few hours. Tommy said the longest one was seven.”

He has to be kidding. You sigh as you contemplate on of how you’re going to spend the time. It’s cold, the only supply you have is coffee, and the only company each other. Worst case scenario, you get into a huge fight and someone ends up walking out into the storm. Best case scenario... You don’t know. You grow closer? Perhaps you fear that one more.

[sanderssidesthehouse]

Sanders Sides Ranked: Flirting???

Why do I have “For Legal Reasons This is a Joke” stamped on the front here? Because I get to saying some shit later that is NOT meant to be taken seriously. I enjoy saying words recreationally and making bits, not everything I say all the time is an accurate representation of my thoughts or beliefs and I just want to make that clear when posting on the piss on the poor webbed site.

Sorry, Logan. I don’t think he cares actually, but just in case. I would [verb] you. I also don’t think he cares about that, but just in case.

Also after adding the text on Logan's picture I decided I should add a little blurb to every slide so you can tell exactly how not biased I am.

When trying to decide on widespread appeal I had to acknowledge that most people would probably find him kind of annoying, which is his right, for sure, but then I had to gauge how annoying and how much that mattered and it took me a while.

For niche appeal, I just think that most theater kids™ don’t want to [verb] other theater kids™. They do [verb] for sure, but mostly because they can’t get anyone else because they’re theater kids™ and I think other insecure people mostly want to give him a hug.

(I was a theater kid but not a theater kid™, though I knew some. I just want theater kids™ to know it is their right to be insufferable.)

He's really kind of got two tricks, one is being dad and the other is being sad. I think I'd like to give him a Patt-on the head. If you're into that, though, hopefully you're also into frogs.

Look I was at one point part of all four niche appeal groups and I’m still part of two, this may be a targeted attack, but I caught myself in the crossfire.

Putting Roman in there was a joke bc you cannot tell me you don't classify what Janus was doing as flirting and it worked very well on our prince.

And unrelated to the ranking, I just get jump scared every time I see what Janus actually looks like bc he has long hair to me now. Where are his beautiful locks? Who cut my wife's hair?

Ok look. Quality of banter. We ALL saw his episode, ok? That was NOT top tier creative work. Granted he’s been locked in the basement for a long time so it’s understandable, but that doesn’t change the facts. 

For his blurb I was between what I wrote and something along the lines of "I would forcefem him" and I don't think either of those convey to you how not biased I am but just know that I adore him.

I had a blast making this, I kept cracking myself up, which means probably zero other people think it’s funny but here we are.

I actually went into this thinking I would have Logan as the worst and I thought Roman and Janus would tie for best so I’m glad to see we all have the same general consensus. It looks like this list would go Roman, Janus, Patton, Remus, Virgil, Logan.

I did my best to cut out any egregious swearing and anything explicit so I hope everyone can appreciate my sacrifice /j. Thanks for joining me, argue about it in the comments and reblogs. (<- Also a joke, please be nice.)

[l-in-the-light]

Masterpost

Welcome to my completely normal, not-Law obssessed tumblr! Oh who am I kidding, you're probably peeking here also for more Law, in that case, enjoy!

I usually write One Piece meta, because this is what I enjoy doing the most. So far I have these blasphemies to offer (I keep this list mostly for myself, it lists only the long analysis, for now it's missing answered asks etc.):

Trafalgar Law and his fear of touch and closeness (analysis):

A very scrutinizing look at Law's traumas as a result of his childhood. Seems he has some triggers that kick him into PTSD reactions, especially relating touch:

Law's fear of being touched and touching others - I reccommend starting from this one, this is part 1

Law's closeness with Luffy

Law's closeness with Doflamingo's Family

Law's rare friendships (Kinemon, Heart Pirates, Wolf) - I recommend reading part 2 before reading this one, or right after. They're kinda complementing each other.

Law's reasons of avoiding closeness and friendships (a theory) - only read it after all the previous ones. It involves quite a bit of speculation that might spoiler you future manga developments. I might be wrong with my predictions, but feel warned!

The most embarrassing series of posts about Lawlu you will ever read:

The fish (scrutinizing analysis and interpretation of every Law and Luffy's interaction in the manga, I will prove my point that they're absolutely embarrassing in how much they like each other, you're free to interpret it as romantic or not):

Punk Hazard part 1 / Punk Hazard part 2 / Punk Hazard part 3 / Post-Punk Hazard part 4 / Dressrosa part 5 / Dressrosa part 6 / Dressrosa part 7 / Dressrosa part 8 / Dressrosa part 9 / Zou part 10 / Zou part 11 / Whole Cake Island part 12

The fishing rod: (the tool theory allowing you to go and fish the treasure by yourself. And do go and fish, because I want to read even more embarrassing posts about Lawlu and other ships!)

About pirates and their treasure (a theory)

Oneshots analysis (also about Law):

About Law's rumoured bad manners and rudeness

Luffy and Law's similarities in expressions, behaviour and beliefs

Law didn't know about kids in Punk Hazard

Law's "pirates doing good things repulse me" quote analysis (it's at the end of the reblogs)

Bepo's frame in chapter 1117 analysis: Where is Law?

Shanks/Buggy (because I also love them!)

A funny tale (retelling of them going seperate ways in Logue Town from Shanks POV) - just for fun and feels tbh.

Analysis of Shanks and Buggy's talk about their future from chapter 19

If anyone wants to send me an ask, be it about something serious to analyze or something just for fun, please don't hold back! I promise I will do my best to answer thoroughly (it might take a few days tho). I reserve myself the right to not answer asks that are rude ofc.

[willysnylander]

so this is probably the only post i’m gonna make about the final game instead of just reblogging stuff about it, but like. here’s the thing. i don’t want the oilers to win the cup for themselves. i don’t want them to win it for their fans, especially considering they were, like, my fifth choice of team going into the playoffs. i don’t even want them to win it for canada, despite the fact that if they win they’ll bring it home for the first time in thirty-one years and my meagre sense of patriotism rears its head at the thought. or at least, i don’t care if any of that is what they win it for.

i want them to win it for eighteen-year-old connor mcdavid, drafted onto a team that had his jersey made before the draft even happened. i want them to win it for nineteen-year-old connor mcdavid, being named captain of an nhl team, the youngest in history, when he was the same age i am now. hell, i want them to win it for seventeen-, sixteen-, fifteen-year-old connor, getting into the ohl a whole year early on a special exception, being named captain of his ohl team, playing against and with jealous boys several years older than him and beating them, already being talked about as the second coming of gretzky when most kids his age had fewer worries than asking the person they liked to the next school dance.

i want them to win it, want him to win it, because he was drafted at eighteen already the next proclaimed hockey messiah when sidney crosby had already been that less than a decade before, and now he is twenty-seven and only now close enough to touch the stanley cup, and the entire time he has had the weight of the cross, of the entire league, on his shoulders. because he has done nothing more than play and play and try and try, wanting everyone to be right about him and to be a good captain even if he was given the responsibility when he could have just been starting college and to be the second coming they want him to be, not knowing who he is if he isn’t that. because that’s what people have been seeing him as since he was a teenager, since he was eager and starry-eyed and too young. and already connor bedard has come along and the fans, the reporters, the league have already started proclaiming a brand new second coming, while all the while he has continued to play and try and become more and more the supposed “hockey robot” that we like to joke he is, because he had that cross on his shoulders for so long and even now, even as it has started to shift onto the back of yet another starry-eyed ingenue whose peers are barely out of high school, he still craves that crucifixion. because he has always been told it is his destiny to ascend, and so far all he has gotten is the suffering and desperation and pressure of that ascension with none of the rewards, and finally, finally, the reward for his suffering is so close to being his.

and i know he’s far from the only athlete to be put on this pedestal, to bear this weight. i know he’s not even the first one in this league that this has happened to. I know that even getting to foist that silver idol above his head won’t be worth all the weight and attention and pain that he’s suffered since he was only a kid, that it won’t make up for it. i don’t know if anything could make up for all that.

but it doesn’t change the fact that i want it to happen. because if after tonight, he’s able to look back on nineteen-eighteen-seventeen-sixteen-fifteen-year-old him and know that he got from there to where he is now… it may not be worth all of it. but it will be worth something.

[deadpresidents]

What do you make of some of the tumblr presidential fan accounts and their activities? Shitposting, fanart, bizarre headcanons, etc?

There are A LOT of those fan sites about the Presidents and the Presidency on Tumblr! I'm shocked at the sheer number of them that have been popping up over the past few years. I don't follow very many other Tumblrs, but they are frequently recommended to me on my dashboard and I often see my stuff being reblogged by them, so I do notice them and know what you are referencing. I usually don't follow them, but it's not because I'm some sort of history snob. I've just never followed all that many blogs here on Tumblr. Some of those Presidential fan sites on Tumblr can be weird and seem to have some goofy posts and reblogs that I just don't "get", but that's normally just due to the fact that I'm old and boring and socially incompetent. Even though I'm probably one of the OGs of Presidential history blogs on Tumblr because I started Dead Presidents in 2008 (!!!), my site has always been pretty normal, straightforward history for those 15+ years. For the first few years, I even tried to steer away from being too political because I worried it would interfere with the credibility of the history writing I was publishing on Tumblr. That all changed in 2015 when I couldn't stay on the sidelines as Trumpism started taking over. But my Tumblr has always been mostly conventional, and a lot of those Presidential fan sites are very much unconventional.

I think because of that the assumption would be that I'm annoyed or dismissive of the Presidential fan Tumblrs that you mentioned because of how unconventional they can be. However, that's not the case at all. I actually think it's really fucking cool that so many young people -- and most of those Presidential fandom Tumblrs belong to really young people -- are into history, especially Presidential history, so much that they've shaped their own little universe about it. There's some really creative stuff that I've seen when sites are recommended and pop up on my dashboard. I'm particularly impressed by the Presidential fan art that a lot of these kids are posting. They are having fun and they are finding unique ways to expand history literacy, which has always been one of my main goals for creating Dead Presidents in the first place, posting original writing, and answering questions over the years.

Again, some of the stuff goes completely over my head and I don't understand the memes because I'm old, but I still think it's really cool that people are finding their own path into the field of Presidential history -- a subject I've spent most of my life interested in and hopeful that I might be able to interest others in. And, despite what a lot of those fan sites might look like at first-glance or appear to be while quickly skimming through dashboard recommendations, a lot of these kids who are curating the sites genuinely know their shit! It's great and I'm excited by the idea that there are creators finding new ways to introduce these subjects and these endlessly fascinating stories to diverse new audiences.

At its core, history is always just a collection of connected stories about people, and with so many talented young folks finding and creating original ways of telling those stories I want to support and encourage those efforts. From what I can tell, there are a lot of these Presidential fan sites that follow me on Tumblr because I've been around forever and it's pretty easy to remember that I write about the Presidency because of my blog's name. This might make me sound even more ancient than I already am and nobody needs my validation to keep doing what they are already doing well and successfully, but I'm proud to see the work that those young people are doing to further their own interests in Presidential history and inspire history literacy through their own creativity. Those memes and fan art can animate and energize far different -- and newer -- audiences than my 3,000-word essays about Presidential history and that's so important. They are appealing to demographics that I can't reach as easily and in ways that I never would have thought of, and I'm always going to be an advocate for that (even if I never understand the memes!). And the most important part is that they are having fun exploring history and making history fun for new explorers.

[microwave-works]

Hiya there! I am mildly embarrassed to be doing this even though I've done it for years, but here we are. Selfshipping blog, everyone! *does a grand sweeping gesture with my hands*

My main is @microwavedfishsticks !! I will like/follow from there!

Here is my carrd! It is more in depth and better explains things, and most of the stuff in my pinned post(you are here) is just relatively verbatim of it.

A little about me:

You can call me Microwave! Or Kane. I am 18! I won't be posting/reblogging anything nsfw or suggestive on this blog, and I am okay with minors or anyone interacting. My pronouns are he/him or it/its! I am a trans man who does not plan on medically transitioning! My favorite color is purple(as you perhaps may can tell), and I lovee 3DS/DS games of alllll sorts. I even modded my 3DS! I also love to journal! Lots of journals.. I use tone indicators, but I don't have a preference if you use them or not when directly talking with me :) I also have a bad case of running my mouth as you will quickly realize looking through this blog heheahah.. I also got a touch of the 'tism as kids these days are calling it

Also, I would love to make friends! So absolutely feel free to come and shoot me a DM or ask in my inbox.

F/O info: **Please check my carrd for more in depth info, and it also states my other F/Os. I have other F/Os as well but I will talk about them on separate blogs, as mentioned and clarified in my carrd.

I will have just two F/Os that I will be talking about on here, though!! And that is... *drumroll and heavy sigh* The Narrator from The S.tanley P.arable. And euhm. Stanley himself. I have like a silly little human/humanoid design for Narrator that is a bit of a WIP at the moment, I'm sure I will inevitably post my own art of him here soon.

My 'main' selfship blog is @microwavetoaster-selfships and I say that just because there I am the most active and post the most since it's my "im stuck with this for life" stuff, whereas on these other blogs here I get a little extra embarassed as it's typically a fandom I don't talk about much and a new thing that I am messing around with.

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Please DNI if you are a double or heavily engage with doubles of my F/O.. I know it may sound silly, but at the end of the day it will just upset me and probably make us upset at each other, so there's no point in trying to dance around it.

I'd love to have some friends along my journey! Or just stop by, enjoy a nice cuppa, scroll a little. Thank you for reading, and I hope you have a nice day.