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demonytekav · 2 years

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On this Episode of Messing with Kacchan: Music

(Probably thought of before)

I love the idea I had from listening to a song the other day. It wasn’t a traditional song either and if I’m honest, I didn’t like it at first and it had to play repeatedly on TikTok for me to finally admit I liked it. After days of it being stuck in my head.

So my brain decided “I bet Katsuki would have this same issue.”

Basically I imagine Izuku (or anyone really but this is my main ship sooo) once their relationship is patched up and they start dating probably sends Katsuki random stuff he finds on the internet late as fuck at night or just randomly as he gets them because now he knows the blonde won’t kill him, might make his food a little spicier or withhold cuddles but it’s whatever…

With how quick something like TikTok is I can easily imagine Izuku sending hero stuff over for discussion or even gaming stuff (I HC with this that he gets a little more interested in video games maybe not hard core or something but wanted to have a talking point with Katsuki).

Anyway, I imagine Izuku sending him Tiktoks/videos and especially ones that are pretty popular. Maybe a specific type of hero one that people keep making with the same song bite attached to it - trends you know?

I can imagine Katsuki gets these and pretends he doesn’t watch them, depending of course on what it is, but watches them. He gets super annoyed as hell one day when Izuku just sends TikTok after TikTok that people make - some pro hero trend with a dumbass song playing over the video. When asked about it he acts as per usual and bitches about getting them and how dumb they are.

And he HATES them. Because now he’s trying to sleep and the fucking song is stuck in his head. It’s stupid as fuck and isn’t even a good song. It just has a beat that slaps and he can’t fucking STAND it. A few days later he almost breaks his phone by throwing it away from him when a random TikTok has the damn song it it and he immediately starts bobbing his head to it. Fucking bullshit.

It takes another week or two before he finally just gives in. The damn song is now on his FOR YOU PAGE with the stupid trend and the dumb as fuck algorithm won’t stop showing them to him. He can’t get the fucking thing out of his head so he might as well just enjoy it. Nobody has to know anyway especially not his shitty (wonderful as fuck okay?) boyfriend.

One afternoon he’s focused on cooking his dinner a little zoned out and relaxed as he goes through the motions Katsuki begins mumbling/humming a song to himself while cooking his dinner when Izuku walks in and hears it. Their eyes lock. Izuku smiles. Katsuki immediately goes on the defensive.

Izuku: “So you DID watch them.”

Katsuki: “The fuck are you talking about? Shut the fuck up.”

After arguing back and forth Izuku proceeds to try to catch Katsuki off guard by playing the song at random times and it WORKS because the blonde bobs his head ever so slightly before catching himself and throwing his meanest glare at the shorter boy. If he attempts to tickle him to death later that’s their business.

No way in HELL was anyone finding out Katsuki Bakugo likes and actively listens to a song called “Coochie Anthem”. Fuck no.

Note: So basically when the game Elden Ring came out there was a trend where people would post a video with the caption “Things that wrecked my ass in Elden Ring” and they would have their character emote on beat towards the enemies that murdered their soul. The song was called Coochie Anthem - yes I know….but hear me out. I hated this damn song because it was catchy as all fuck. This shit would keep me up at night AND the trend would show up on my FYP so so so so so much. I ended up downloading the song and now it’s part of my playlist. Its REALLY a fun song with a happy beat….I couldn’t help it. I’ll leave a link on the comments in case anyone is curious.

#bakudeku #bkdk #messing with Kacchan

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stopfakerapeclaims-blog · 5 years

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THIS GUY IS FALSELY ACCUSED, STOP SLANDERING HIM. HOW COULD YOU TERRIBLE PEOPLE ATTACK A VICTIM OF A FALSE ACCUSATIONLIKE YOU DID. I HAVE VIDEO PROOF OF MY INNOCENCE. I NEVER wanted to post something like this, but the threats made on my life have given me no other choice.But being a victim of false accusations is extremely damaging AND dangerous. But unfortunately there aren't going to be 200+ shares of my side of the story, because the truth is not as sensational as a dramatic lie.As I said before, I did not want to do this, it feels violating and wrong, but I am absolutely sickened by the false rape claims and rumors going around about me from "Aria" (on facebook) ie "Stephanie" (as I knew her). We went to Japan together in 2016, where she came on to me and seduced ME the second night we were there. We had a consensual relationship over the entire course of this trip. I took a consensual video during our first encounter, and it VERY clearly shows that it was NOTHING like what she is claiming now, years later. She stated “He decided to take what he wanted by force,” which is so entirely the opposite of what actually happened - in this video she can be heard saying “yes”, “please more”, and “yeah”. Its the definition of not only consent, but enthusiastic consent, which is a very important distinction.WHY did I record this? Because her and I were friends and I thought it would be something we would have fun watching together later. I asked before I recorded us together. I don't EVER record something private without the other person knowing. It would be deceitful and ruin the moment entirely to do so.My lawyers advised me that it would be dangerous to release the video on the internet - she could claim it was revenge porn or harassment, even if it was ONLY done with the intention of defending myself, and that’s why you can just listen to the audio here:https://streamable.com/zxkqi So the question is, WHY is she saying I raped her? I can’t BEGIN to guess what’s going on in someone else’s head, or why they’d lie about something so devastating and traumatic, but Wikipedia lists ELEVEN possible reasons for false accusations of rape (I will list them below). All I can do is share the facts from that trip as I know themYou see, that entire trip me and Stephanie started arguing about the last person on the trip, we'll call him "J" to respect his privacy, who complained the entire trip. Stephanie and I disagreed on how to handle it, my approach trying to be to ignore the behavior and hope he learned to deal with his problems maturely, and Stephanie was taking his side by trying to coddle him and condone his actions. A lot of the problems were him refusing to leave the room to trips and food with all of us possibly because he misunderstood and thought he had to pay for everything when I was in fact paying for it, or perhaps he didn't like the idea of me paying for everything (despite it being a company trip so he was fully covered by the organization) I can’t know which it was for sure.I tried many times over the trip to calm J down and explain that he didn't need to worry so much, but the stress of being in Japan was too much for him. Traveling and being in a foregin country can be really stressful for some people! The last and most extreme moment was when we stepped off the bus in front of the Takadanobaba station and he started violently hitting himself in the forehead with his hand on a public street. I don't know why, I think maybe he forgot something. It was a level of behaviour that was beyond what I had ever dealt with personally and none of us were equipped to help him. When he was stressed sometimes he would make a strange whining noise and bite down on his arm hard in front of people, and that was alarming enough, but this was the final straw in him working for us as a company, and there I made the decision that he wouldn't be working with the conventions going forward. We take on almost anyone as a volunteer, because I believe everyone deserves at least a first chance despite any disorders or problems them may have socially, but sadly it doesn’t always work out in the end, like with J. Stephanie and I fought a lot all trip long about “J” to no resolve. Stephanie is still friends with this person, they’re friends on Facebook and they were one of the first to share Stephanie’s post. Maybe this is some kind of “revenge” for not being nice enough to her friend. But again, how can I really know what someone else is thinking? I can only make educated guesses.I do know that Stephanie has bipolar disorder, and I tried helping her through her issues when we were friends. I learned she had been sexually assaulted before, and I had always felt really bad for her, as anyone would. We spent hours and hours talking in Japan, hanging out, watching movies, cuddling, and yes, sex too. What motivates her actions now, I have no idea, but there are eleven possible reasons listed on wikipedia: confusion, revenge, material gain, producing an alibi, memory conformity, recovered memory therapy, attention, sympathy, a disturbed mental state, relabeling, and regret.With Stephanie there were no drugs, no excessive drinking, no coercion of any kind. I did not threaten to send her home. I did not try or even consider withholding any events or activities from her. SHE wanted to spend time with ME and hang out with me. I flirted with her online, we sent dozens of memes back and forth too, and then in person SHE always initiated everything. Putting her hand on my leg, scooting closer to me, making sexual innuendos, overall being quite clear about her intentionsHOW can you get in a fight with someone and then automatically claim that all past consensual sex you had was rape? Changing your mind months later does not make something rape. In the past I haven't ever been able to defend myself with hard proof because I didn't know where the rumors were coming from. I've gotten threats to my own safety because of these claims. I had people say they will boycott my cons because of these claims. I’ve had people mercilessly harass my friends and family because of these claims. But her own words are PROVABLY false.As anyone would, I kept a screenshot of exactly what she said at first. “After I made it clear that I wasn't interested, he decided to take what he wanted by force. This was on one of the first days of a month long trip.”That’s what she said, and it’s plain as day not true. I know that now somehow the story will magically change - it’s called “moving the goalpost”, where now instead of “force” she will claim something like coercion, or change her story entirely. When people are caught in a lie they often change their story, suddenly remember things differently, and make up new lies to cover their original lies that were seen through. I know some people won’t believe me no matter what proof I have because they’ve made up their minds about me and the situation. Maybe they have a personal issue with me and this fits their narrative that I’m a bad personFalse rape accusations are tragically real and more common than one would think. Some people say the number is "barely 2%" - but multiple studies conducted in a wide variety of manners have concluded numbers from 2% as high as 25%. Read wikipedia, there are numerous academically-backed studies on there. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/False_accusation_of_rapeI'm so sorry to any of my friends who have had to deal with drama because of this person. I know friends who know me incredibly well have had to defend my name because they heard about rumors or are friends with someone who believes this.Now, do not bully, slander, or harass this person under any circumstances. I don't want you to harass them, I don’t want to make them ‘pay’, or make them suffer like I have, I only want to be left alone myself to live my life. DO share this message as far and wide as you can. I am so hurt by these absolutely malicious attacks that I don't deserve. I strive to run the safest and most welcoming conventions in the world, with people by my side who feel even stronger than I do about it! Thank you for reading all of this and supporting me through this awful time.

#ryan kopf #cancelkopf #anime midwest #animecon.org #fake rape claims

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hongism · 5 years

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BTS Reaction: You Being Pregnant

in honor of Mother’s Day, I decided to write this! It’s been a long time since I posted anything in terms of writing, so I apologize if I am a bit rusty!

also, I’ll be doing my best to post more regularly!

if you have any questions you’d like to ask me, feel free! i’d love to answer your questions about BTS, kpop, or things in general!

Summary: BTS Reaction to finding out that you are pregnant

Genre: fluff(VERY fluffy)

Warning: Mild cussing

Words: 2557

Seokjin:

You're fidgeting with the food on your plate. Despite feeling hungry (and needing to eat more anyways), your nerves are preventing you from downing the food. Seokjin notices the way you move the food back and forth with your fork. He clears his throat, setting his own silverware down beside his plate.

"Y/N? Is everything alright?"

His voice startles you, and you almost flinch as you jerk your head up to look him in the eye. A smile forces its way across your lips.

"Everything's wonderful, Seokjin." When he pouts his lower lip out and cocks his head to the side, you reinforce your statement with a rushed "really". It does nothing for Seokjin's concern.

"Are you sure? You aren't eating."

"Well, I—" You cut off, words getting stuck in your throat. "I, I, uh, need to tell-tell you something." There is no excitement in your tone despite the fact that it is good news, so it is understandable when Seokjin's face falls.

"Was it something I did? Because I work so much? If you had mentioned it sooner, I could have—"

"No, Seokjin, it's not that! I mean, I'm sorry, I just don't want you to think that it's bad news. It's not! It's really not. I don't think it is at least. I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I feel so nervous about this. I just—I'm—we're having a baby, Seokjin."

"We-we-huh?" You take a moment to look at the man across from you—the man you love more than anyone in the world. His eyes are glossy, and his hands are trembling but still, still you can see the joy in his expression.

"I'm pregnant. I found out this morning."

“We’re gonna have a baby. A baby! A family! Y/N, I-I, holy sh-I love you so much.” He reaches across the table to catch one of your hands in his own. “I’m so happy, Y/N. I can’t wait to start a family with you.”

Yoongi:

You had been undeniably short-tempered over the past few weeks. If you weren’t so preoccupied with thoughts of other things, you might have realized how irrational you were being with Yoongi. He had work.

It was fine.

Except it wasn’t.

All you wanted was for him to plant his ass on the couch and cuddle with you as you watch emotional romcoms for six or seven hours straight.

When he told you that he couldn’t-because he had work and producing to take care of- you were horribly irrational and rude with him. And it ended with you in tears even though he didn’t say anything else in response. See, you knew why you were being so short-fused and emotional, but he didn’t. You hadn’t told him yet.

Because of work.

You hadn’t had the opportunity to set it up perfectly and let him know the good news in the best way possible.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

The words rile your emotions up further, and you crouch on the floor in efforts to make yourself seem smaller.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Should I call—”

“I’m pregnant, Yoongi, and all I want is to cuddle up with you and know if we’re gonna be able to make this work.” What was meant to sound tough and strong actually sounded weak and brittle, your sobs stopping the force in its tracks. When you open your eyes again, Yoongi is squatted on the floor across from you, hands cupping your cheeks.

“Y/N, this is going to work. I’ll do anything to make sure it does.”

His promise only makes you cry harder, and Yoongi pulls you against his chest.

“I’ll call Joon and tell him I’m taking the night off.” His lips hit your forehead. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

Hoseok:

You can never keep a secret from Hoseok. He always is able to see right through you and somehow knows that you are withholding information from him.

This time, however, you are determined. You must keep it a secret for as long as you can. You want to make sure that the setting is right and that all the pieces are in place before you tell him.

“Hey Y/N!”

Hoseok’s voice startles you out of your thoughts, and you turn around to face him.

“Hoseok! You’re home early!” You rush to wrap your arms around him and peck him on the lips.

“I asked for the evening off!” Sirens start going off in your head. Hoseok never asks for time off.

“You did? I expected you to be in the studio until late!” You try to mask your concern with surprise.

“Well, I needed to take time off for a special occasion!”

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

“Special occasion?” Your tone border teasing, but your panic is creeping in too quickly to manage.

“Yep!” Hoseok holds you at arm’s length and beams at you with that beautiful smile. His lips are at your ear in a split second, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear. “Do you know what it might be? I have a feeling you might.”

“Nope!” You squeak out, squeezing your eyes shut.

Hoseok suddenly leans back, a laugh tears through his chest, and he winks at you.

“Y/N, I love you, but you are such a terrible liar. And terrible at hiding things.”

“Hoseok,” you whine. “It was a surprise!”

“What was?” He teases. Turning to the drawer in the kitchen that contains the silverware, he pulls it open and picks something up. “This?”

“Hoseok, that’s a fork. Not funny.”

“Haha, I know. I meant this—” and there it is. One of the pregnancy tests you had been trying to hide for so long. “So, I’m assuming it’s accurate or else you would’ve had no reason to hide it. That means my question is: what are we gonna name him?”

“Hoseok, I don’t know the gender yet! And besides, the last thing I need is a mini you running around.” Hoseok tucks his arms around your waist and leans in for a kiss.

“A mini you then?” You can’t help but to smile at the gleam in his eyes.

Namjoon:

You’re sitting on the bathroom floor, a pregnancy test grasped in your trembling fingers, and another three scattered on the floor around you. You wish you could say that excitement and joy are the only things running through you right now, but in all honesty, you feel a tad bit terrified too. Namjoon is nowhere near right now—he just landed in America for another leg of the tour—but you can’t keep this from him until he gets back from America. That would be unfair, and you don’t know if your heart can handle that strain. You need him right now, but you’ll have to settle for video calling him instead. You tuck the positive pregnancy test under your arm and ring up Namjoon, trying to hold the phone as steady as possible. It must be the middle of the night over there and yet he still picks up by the third ring.

“Y/N? What’s wrong, baby?” His voice is thick with sleep, and you feel bad for waking him up at this hour. “Are you in the bathroom? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, Joon, everything’s okay, everything’s okay. I just—I have some news and I couldn’t wait until you got back from the tour—that’s too far away. I…Namjoon, I love you so much, I—”

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay, Y/N? Your voice is shaking.”

“Joon, I’m—we’re expecting! A baby, I mean. We’re having a baby. I’m pregnant. Wow that didn’t come out as smoothly as I wanted.”

“Y/N, really? This isn’t a joke, right? We…a baby?”

Nervously, you hold up the pregnancy test under your arm, showing the results as best you can.

“Holy shit, Y/N! A baby! We’re…I…dammit I wish I weren’t on tour. I just wanna hug you and hold you in my arms.” You laugh, your worries leaving you at the sound of his excitement.

Jimin:

Jimin has always talked about how he wants to start a family with you one day. The only thing in the way is his schedule. So when the doctor informs you that you are indeed pregnant, you and Jimin look to each other with equal shock and bewilderment. Behind the shock in Jimin’s eyes is fear, and you read his worry like a book. The doctor sends you both on your way after asking you to return for checkups regularly. Neither of you make it far in the clinic before you find yourselves sitting at a bench in the hallway, still quiet. You don’t know what to say or how to feel, and obviously Jimin is having the same predicament.

His hand grasps yours all the sudden. He tugs it into his lap and holds on as though his life depends on it.

“A baby, Y/N.” His voice is hushed. “Finally.” You try to meet his gaze, but he’s trying to shield his tears from you.

“Finally, Jimin. We’re gonna have a family together.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“I don’t think I am.”

“What about schedules? How am I going to be there for you during the pregnancy? Or for the baby once—”

“One step at a time, Jimin. We’ll figure it out as we go. Don’t worry yet. You’re going to be a perfect father, I know it.” Your voice is soft, and you reach your free hand towards his cheek. He leans into the touch, kissing the palm of your hand.

“I love you, Y/N. I can’t imagine going through this with anyone else.”

You bite your trembling lip. “I love you too, Jimin.”

Taehyung:

Taehyung has always been outspoken about his desire for children and a family in the future. He always tells you how he can’t wait for the five kids you two are going to have one day and how you are going to be a wonderful mother and there’s no one else he wants a family with.

When you get the news, your first thought is Taehyung. You have always imagined this happening, but the timing doesn’t feel quite right. He is at the peak of his career. He is busy all the time, and you know he wouldn’t want to miss a second of his child’s life. Still, you feel at peace. You know that, no matter what, Taehyung is going to be thrilled.

That thought is the reason why you can’t keep your mouth shut for long. The minute he walks through the door that night after practice, you leap up from your spot on the couch. Taehyung’s face reads surprise, which makes since because it’s nearly one in the morning and you are normally in bed at this point.

“Y/N? You’re still up?”

You don’t answer, instead throwing your arms around his waist and pulling him into a tight hug.

“Y/N, love, are you okay?”

“Tae, we’re gonna have a baby.” Taehyung returns the hug in a heartbeat, the words sinking into his skin. He kisses your head over and over until you feel his tears hit your scalp.

“Really? We are?” He pulls back to look you in the eye, tongue running over his lips as tears trail down his face.

“Yes, I found out this afternoon. I wanted to tell you in person. I also couldn’t sleep. I was too excit—”

“Y/N, a family. We’re finally gonna have a family. I’ve always wanted this.”

“I know, Tae. Me too.”

“One of five! Oh—what if its twins? Or even triplets!”

“No! Let’s not get ahead of ourselves yet! There’s only so much I can handle.”

Jungkook:

Neither you nor Jungkook are ready for the responsibility of a family. You know how connected he is to his career right now, and you are still trying to finish grad school. A child at this point in time would not be best for either of you. Despite that, you can’t hold back the rush of excitement that goes through you when you read the pregnancy test. Just to be sure, you check a second, then third, and then a fourth time until you cannot doubt it anymore.

It’s almost wrong how you first action is to call Namjoon, but you need his advice before you bring this up with Jungkook.

“Oh hey, Y/N! How can I help you?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You—what? Um, Y/N, I’m not sure I’m the person you should be talking to? You know, maybe, Jungkook?”

“I don’t know how he’s going to react. I-I’m kind of scared.”

“Y/N, you don’t think that he’s not going to want a kid, do you? Because you would be wrong. He would love a family with you, and he loves you more than anything.”

“But the timing—”

“It’s okay. He can still be a part of BTS and be a part of the child’s life. And if he is forced to make a choice between the two, I know he would end up picking you and the child. So, call him and ask him to come home. He’ll be thrilled, Y/N. Don’t worry about anything right now. Just focus on this, and the rest of us will be at your sides for whatever the two of you need.”

Namjoon’s words reassure you, and you call Jungkook immediately, telling him that you have to tell him something in person and you need him at home. He says he’ll be home in twenty minutes at best and promises to not keep you waiting too long.

When the front door clicks open, you hide the many pregnancy tests behind your back.

“Hi, Y/N. Is everything okay? Did something happen while I was gone?”

“No, no, Jungkook. Everything’s okay, I’m okay, nothing happened.” He peers at you, the question of “then why did you call me home” in his expression. “I have something to tell you, and I need to say it in person,” you explain. Your throat feels tight all the sudden, and you aren’t sure if you can tell him anymore. He walks over to you with worried eyes. You can see that he’s assuming the worst, and you want to reassure him, but your voice doesn’t work. All you can do is hold out the pregnancy tests.

Jungkook’s hands tremble as he reaches for them.

“Is this—” he swallows roughly. His index finger runs over the small positive symbol on one of the tests. “Are you…? Wait—”

Fear hits you like a ton of bricks. Jungkook is frozen in place.

“I’m sorry. I-I know it’s bad timing. I know work is more important.” You try to recover, ready for the words that are going to destroy you.

“Why would work be more important than this? Y/N, I-this is…amazing news. I don’t know what to say. I-I love you, Y/N. I’m just—I don’t feel ready.”

“I don’t either.”

“No, you’re going to be a fantastic mother. I-I have no clue what kind of father I’m going to be.”

“An equally fantastic one.” You cup his cheek, bringing his gaze to you. “We’re in this together, right?” He nods, gripping the hand on his cheek. “Then we can get through this together and figure it out as we go.”

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dollyshious · 5 years

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Kanato Sakamaki Kink Meme

I wanted to do this too, because it looked fun.

Aphrodisiac (using on self or on partner):

Kanato would have no interest in it. That would make it disingenuous in his opinion. He’d rather be sole the cause of rapture for his lover, than some drug and vice versa.

Anal:

He wouldn’t be against it, but he isn’t a very patient lover. The preparation would annoy him when all he wants is to simply have his way with you.

BDSM:

This is a dangerous game to be playing with him, be warned, he will not go easy on you. There will be no sex toys, gags and cute fuzzy handcuffs. He’s much more fascinated by traditional forms of torture, so expect more than whips and spankings. Oh, and he won’t be gentle either, he’ll make sure you are completely decorated with rope burn, cuts, bruises and plenty of bites by the time he’s through.

Blowjob (receiving):

He loves getting one after making you grovel. The sight of you on your hands and knees between his legs is absolutely thrilling to him

Condom (using one):

It would not go well.

Cum-Marking:

It may sound appealing in concept, but to him, it’s not remotely as satisfying as claiming you from the inside.

Dominant:

There is no question about who is in charge. Kanato might appear fragile, but he is not to be taken lightly. He will always have his lover under an iron grip. If you dare try to challenge his position, he has no problem with putting you right back in your place.

Endytophilia (sex with clothes on):

Kanato has always been drawn to fashion, so it’s no surprise that he’d like to incorporate it into sex. When you’re arrayed in dress, (especially something he’s picked for you), he just can’t help himself. He loves the feel of the fabric when he pushes up your skirt, the sound of tearing through nylon and seeing the prim and proper become disarray. He also wouldn’t mind dressing up for you if you had a request.

Face Sitting:

Bon appetit, He’s the glutton of the family after all. How could he not want to feast on the ever-loving hell out of you?

Fisting:

Perhaps? It doesn’t really suit his style, but if he was feeling especially dirty, he might do it as a form of punishment,

Gags:

Why would he need those useless things when he has magic on his side?

Guilt-Play:

“Hic…you haven’t been paying attention to me at all…Hic… Eh…? You want to comfort me…? Y-You…*grabs* You’re an awfully careless girl, you should know by now this body is what I was truly after.”

High Sex (sex while high on a drug):

He wouldn’t be the type to experiment with drugs on his own accord. If he ever did, more than likely, it was by accident. Probably, from eating or drinking something laced. Considering how he handles his alcohol, he probably would be down for a good romp. However, he doesn’t have a high tolerance for this type of stuff, so he’d probably end up passing out in the midst of it.

Humiliation:

It’s one of his most favorite ways to torment you and a HUGE turn on of his. He’ll have you bow, crawl, strip, whatever he finds most amusing. He takes pleasure in the shameful faces you make as you do it and doesn’t care who else bears witness to the show. Why should he care about what his brothers say or think? You’re his possession after all. He’s merely establishing that fact.

Immobilization:

This is probably one of Kanato’s more twisted tastes. He relishes ridding his lover of any motor abilities in bed. Any method will do, ropes, forbidden magic, or pinning you by his own hands. The feeling of having total control over his precious doll is what he enjoys most. He wants you to just bask in the pleasure he’s giving without unpredicted movements.

Incest:

The very thought of such a thing would fill him with bile. If it were up to him, he’d prefer that his beloved family be corpses than living, functional beings.

Jack Off (Masturbation):

Every now and then when he’s feeling especially needy, he’ll relieve himself in privacy. He might even touch himself to titillate you, but for the most part, he expects you to be the one to gratify him.

Jewelry:

This’d sort of be similar to the way he views clothing. He’d like the sensation of pulling on or ripping off a string of pearls. Then again, why do you need jewelry when he can leave all sorts of marks on you? “How about a necklace made by my own fangs? That would be far more becoming…” You would get him going if you have the wedding band he gave you on that pretty little finger of yours.

Kissing:

Kanato treats affection like it’s a gift, “if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you lots of love.” He’ll taunt you by withholding kisses, sometimes purposefully avoiding your lips, until you ask directly. Not that he won’t shower you with kisses at any given time. In fact, he’ll come find you whenever he wants to. He’ll do it in public just to show to everyone that you are his. He loves being cuddled up in bed with you just sharing kisses.

Knife Play:

He’s not afraid to play with knives. It’s probably one of his preferred tools to draw blood (under his fangs that is). He’ll have you strung up as he makes various incisions from shallow to dangerously deep. It’s an easy way to produce more blood when he’s feeling especially thirsty.

Love (having meaningful sex with someone they love):

Kanato doesn’t participate in flings, so when he decides he wants to have sex, it means he’s getting serious about you. From that day onward, you are officially his and his alone. Your first time together won’t exactly feel like love making. It’ll be rougher and rawer, like he’s consecrating you as his possession. However, when you’ve proven that you’ll be a permanent facet in his life, you’ll notice a dramatic shift in the way he treats you. He will love and adore you and your body in every way possible.

Noise (Loud Sex):

“Dolls should be as they are, still and silent.” Kanato tends to express disapproval at loud vocalizations. It’s very rare for him to like the sound of someone’s voice. However, your voice is special, it excites him so greatly that he will seek out all your pleasure points to make you louder.

Kanato can be pretty vocal when he’s in pleasure, especially when he’s getting worked up.

Nipple Clamps:

Meh…

Master/Slave:

To him, this would be taken more literally than sexually. He is a prince after all, and you are one of his belongings to do as he pleases. Though, he’ll certainly call you a slave to his pleasure.

Orgasm Denial:

He has no sympathy and finds your suffering amusing. The more desperate you are, the better, but don’t you even think about pulling that on him.

Orgy:

Unlikely, Kanato doesn’t like sharing and there’s no way he’d let anyone lay a hand on his lover.

Pet Play:

He might call you a dog when you’re groveling on the ground, but that’s about it.

Public Sex:

Skip classes to go to the library, by the lake, on an open balcony under the stars, in the little dressing room when you ask him to zip the back of your dress, a graveyard on a pitch-black night…

Quad Orgy:

If anyone even thought to breathe the same air as his lover, they’d be dead.

Quiet Sex:

When he climbs into bed with you during the day. You should be sound asleep, but you stayed up to wait for him and he knows it. He finds it peaceful to melt together with your sleepy form.

Rimming:

It’s one of the ways he likes to embarrass you. He takes pride in how he can rattle you, bending you over any surface, and feeling your legs and hips quiver as he devours you.

Sensation Play:

Kanato wouldn’t be into it. For one thing, he doesn’t like blindfolds. He feels like that would be eliminating the best part, your expressions. Second, he just doesn’t really get it.

Submissive:

He’d laugh in your face for the very suggestion, and maybe punish you for being defiant. However, if he’s in the right mood, he’ll give you permission to be more forceful. There’s something oddly erotic about you trying to inflict pain onto him that he can’t resist. He’ll even command you to do it stronger if it isn’t enough for him bite, scratch, choke and even stab.

Teasing:

That’s practically second nature to him, aside from vindictiveness.

Toys:

“There’s plenty of toys in the torture chamber. Fufu.”

Underwater:

During your bathing rituals, he’d love to push you up onto the ledge and clean you up.

Voyeurism (watching others have sex):

Due to his childhood, Kanato probably wouldn’t bat an eye at it, much less be aroused.

Wax Play:

Possibly, if it was convenient for him at the time. He’d probably enjoy the red burn marks it leaves on your skin,

Whipping:

It’s not exactly his style. If you want to be smacked on the ass, he’ll just use his own hands.

X-Ray? (boasting about their size):

With all the uncertainties Kanato has about himself, he would never want to bring attention to himself that way.

Zelophilia:

Once Kanato has you, he will give all his love and devotion to you, he wouldn’t need anyone else, and wouldn’t do something as ridiculous as try to make you jealous.

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prettywordsyouleft · 6 years

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Different Kisses with Hakyeon / N

Thanks so much for this request and your patience! Hakyeon is one of the most hardworking leaders in kpop and I have so much respect for this beautiful human, so it’s going to be fun writing kisses for him! I hope you enjoy!

Kissing Hakyeon is fairytale inducing – he makes you feel like you’ll float away into another plane of pure happiness with every touch of his lips.

First kiss:

Even though he worked with you before dating, he still wanted to impress you that he is the perfect boyfriend to have. And well, so far you weren’t going to deny that. He had treated you to the most romantic experiences of your life and frankly, you were smitten with him. He wasn’t the type to fall fast with anyone and perhaps because you were one of his stylists it makes sense that the time as co-workers had built up enough of a bond to explain why he fell hard for you ever since you started dating.

So the first kiss had to be perfect. He came up with many plans, should he rent a small restaurant room and kiss you over dessert so it was a sweet encounter? Take you to the beach and as you’re walking along hand in hand at night kiss you under the stars? Drive you to your favourite lookout, point out at something to distract you and come in and deliver a mind-blowing kiss? He was a dreamer as well as romantic. The more effort he put into this never to be forgotten kiss, the more exhausted he became. His schedule was hectic and now he was trying to plan some extravagant event too. It was becoming all too much and he wasn’t getting enough sleep.

You found him resting in a chair in his waiting room in between scenes on his latest drama set and smiled, coming up to gently take in his sleeping features. You noticed just how exhausted he looked and this wouldn’t be good when he went on set in fifteen minutes. It wouldn’t be the first time you applied makeup to one of the VIXX members whilst asleep, Hakyeon included. Getting out your supplies to fix up his makeup a little, you leant down into his face, applying some concealer when he started to mumble.

“What?” you asked, slowing down your actions. “What did you say?”

“I want to kiss you so badly,” he mumbled and you bit back your smile trying not to squeal at how adorable he was being. Now you knew what he was putting all his energy into.

You waited until he was more alert later when the set was being packed up for the day, both of you hopping into the staff van and waiting on his manager to wrap up with tasks when you leant over and placed a chaste kiss upon his lips, Hakyeon’s eyes widening as he jumped back.

“What are you doing?!”

“You said to me earlier that you wanted to kiss me badly. I thought you’d appreciate getting to do so now.”

“But, but…” he trailed off and realised that there was no point arguing the point about his plans now being moot. He pouted all the same, shaking his head at you. “Do you even call that a proper kiss?”

His lips were swift to move back to yours, firmly kissing you as you gripped at his shirt, completely unsettled by how passionate this was all getting. He made sure to make your lips feel like treasures that he was collecting, sucking sweetly at your bottom lip before he pulled away.

The expression of sheer surprise was enough for Hakyeon to know that it didn’t matter where he had done it with you, but how. And he was certain you wouldn’t forget your first kiss together, ever.

Public kisses:

Hakyeon isn’t affected by environment on where he shows you affection. Of course he’s respectful and isn’t going to make a display out of your love for everyone to see, but frankly, he doesn’t care what others are doing with their lives when he’s with you either. His top priority is to see you happy, and if you’re smiling then he is too and feeling super in love with you from witnessing such happiness. Oh yes, this man loves you too much to merely hold your hand when he’s happy around you. Lots of stopping to hug you, to softly speak into your ear about how beautiful you are, kisses on the side of your head are all too common when out with Hakyeon. And on dates, he’ll do all that he wanted to in the beginning, making the dessert sweeter, digging his toes into the sand when you kiss under the stars and stealing so many kisses in between. In fact, he’s a master at stealing kisses now, loving how you instantly blush with surprise at his lips on yours. The epitome of a romantic. Oh, and he knows he’s doing well too, all this feeding into his ego that he is the best boyfriend you could ever have. Yeah yeah, just keep kissing, Hakyeon.

And it’s actually you who gets jealous when out and about because it’s so very obvious to all those around you that he loves you that you find women gazing at him often in awe at how effortless his moves are on you. Sometimes it irks you enough to push him away but he only chuckles and pulls you back in his arms, uttering that he only can see you. Dammit, why is he so good at placating you?!

Private kisses:

Behind closed doors, it’s as if you’re living a married life together. Sure, there are some playful times because all couples need them, but from early on you’ve just fit into each other’s worlds seamlessly. There is a lot of connection through holding one another, lots of cuddling on the sofa after schedules with deep kisses mingled in. Domestically, even if he nags or is lazy at times, he will barter through chores with you and fulfil them. There’s nothing outstanding about each day, there is routine in your actions but the comfortable nature is welcomed when you’re both busy in the entertainment industry. You love watching him do the dishes and he loves helping you cook. It’s these simple tasks that everyone has to face in life that you both enjoy the most together, endless smiles in between, quick kisses when you cross paths with one another around the house, and gentle touches. Even when you’re working on tasks in the same area but are individual, Hakyeon prefers being able to touch you at all times, resting a hand on your thigh or in your lap and your spare hand linking with his, a non-verbal way of expressing happiness and affection for each other without interrupting what you’re doing.

He’s definitely big on utilising all the time you have together to shower you in his affections, telling you constantly that he loves you whilst he’s back hugging you and kissing along your neck. And whilst his kisses are high in quantity, don’t expect them to lack in any way – even when they’re short and sweet, there’s definitely a firmness to them that reminds you every time that he craves you 24/7.

Making out:

Because there is a lot of kissing already in your relationship, you’re used to feeling the flutters erupt in your stomach every time his lips find yours. It’s a different feeling when you start making out as if your skin is burning from the inside out. Hakyeon is quite the tease; he knows all your little sensitive weaknesses on your body and will toy with you for quite some time whilst his lips caress yours. He’s an expert at speeding the tempo of your heated moment up, entrapping you and listening to you gasp as he bites at your neck and collarbones deftly, smirking when he pulls back with a lustful gaze. He likes talking to you when you’re making out which due to the headiness of the situation, his voice is thick and it makes you beg for more, of his lips, of his voice, of his everything. Of course, this plays into stroking his ego and can either go two ways, him giving in to the major desire he’s feeling for you or withholding a little more and making you both work harder. He’s a moaner, especially if you tug at his hair and his hands are always exploring all over you, with his lips following too. And despite how eager you are to be fully connected with him, you know all too well there is a time and place for that. Generally, making out is just the first act and you’ll have to wait for the main event later on. Even though it has you on edge for the rest of the day until you can both crash through the front door of your home and shed your clothes along the way to the bedroom, you know that the build-up of the anticipation is always worth it.

Morning kisses:

Waking up in Hakyeon’s arms is blissful. It’s usually you who wakes up first and gets to stare at the man who has captured your mind, body and spirit. And whilst he’s definitely more of the handsy partner, you love being able to gently draw out his features with your fingers, running them lightly over his face before landing on his lips. And whilst you claim his eyes is your favourite feature to him because they show you so much of his inner thoughts and feelings, his lips are a definite runner-up, making you smile when he blindly kisses you as you hesitate your hand over his face. When awake there is a string of fumbled kisses that all meld into each other, alerting his senses and making him smile into you. Mornings are so endearing and set you up to get through the grind of the day.

And if you don’t have to move immediately, he’s definitely going to pull you on top of him as he sits up. He loves having you straddled over his lap so he can hold you closer, gaze into your eyes and kiss and talk with you all morning long. Yes, please.

Making up:

Fighting with Hakyeon doesn’t happen as often as it used to. As co-workers, he was very opinionated and upfront, and whilst that hasn’t really changed, you’ve grown accustomed to picking your fights well. A lot of the things he says, well, they’re easy to brush off at times – even if this annoys him. All the same, you both have a healthy banter, able to choose how far things are allowed to travel and preventing a lot of arguments because you’re both sensible as a couple. However, if things do get heated he’s a petty fighter who grows more emotional the longer you’re yelling at each other, and it becomes pretty detrimental. For a couple who love being so connected, physically and mentally, arguing takes quite a toll on you both.

Hakyeon is usually insistent on taking a break from one another in the heat of the moment, but neither of you lasts too long apart, rushing into each other’s arms and kissing with a desperate need for one another. Making up definitely has the ability to be focused on reconnecting physically first, Hakyeon practically worshipping your body with thousands of kisses. When you’re both calmer, you can approach the situation with a better mindset, holding hands the entire time to reiterate you are a team and don’t need to get too out of control like before.

Dance Studio kisses:

Hakyeon isn’t just the busy leader of VIXX, he works hard on his art form as a dancer, both for his personal performances and for his group. It makes sense that he spends a lot of gruelling hours in the dance studio perfecting his skill and creating new concepts through moving his body. You spend a lot of time watching him dance over and over, making subtle changes and building up yet another hit dance for his members. And even though he seems completely exhausted when he finally accepts his dance is good enough to stop, he’s still full of smiles for you when he collapses against you on the sofa, running his hand up and down your side, sighing in content as you brush his sweaty hair away from his face. He’ll close his eyes in content and point to his lips in request for a kiss, your giggles meeting his lips obligingly and getting wrapped up in one another. It’s as if your lips revitalise him enough for another hour longer of dancing, and when he’s finally done, he’ll beckon you to him, swinging his hips against you as he holds you and kisses you for being so patient and waiting around for him. It doesn’t matter how often you see him dance, it never gets old so how could you not come and watch – and receive rewarding kisses of course!

Nagging kisses:

I’m sure you all expected this header, right? Hakyeon is a known nagger. Everyone who means something to him is put through his opinionated ways, and you are definitely no exception to this. He’ll nag you for good things, like making sure you’re eating enough, or when you get unwell, especially if he’s away. It’s his way of showing affection and care for you. But there’s also the endless stream of his opinions and how he views things to go. He’s a perfectionist and when people change that on him, effectively taking the control away from him, his response is to nag and drive that person insane as a form of taking the power back again. And as a romantic, he’s rather traditional in his thoughts about your relationship. Sure, he’s an advocate for equality but he can’t help but want to be seen as the one in control a lot of the time. As your protector, he likes to lead the way (even if he doubts himself, he won’t give up this role) and will nag to do so.

You know its part of his personality and mostly ignore him when he is mindlessly picking up on things that don’t really affect you as much as they do him but sometimes he can be incessant to have your full attention and make them a bigger deal.

He also nags when he’s jealous, pointing out things that don’t really suit the situation just to garner attention on him. If you were to look deeper into his behaviour, you’d know all this nagging makes sense with his personality.

But it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with sometimes. Much like his members, it’s hard to hold back the urge to retaliate or roll your eyes at him, and hyping up his already nagging tone is never fun. So you have a great tactic that quietens him instantly, kissing him and holding him still until he stops thinking and focuses on kissing you back. It’s a great confidence booster if he was feeling frazzled or jealous, and he’s got your full attention now too so he’s going to relax and possibly stop nagging for a while.

I said, possibly. Heh.

Stressed/sensitive kisses:

Following on with some of that insight into why he nags and knowing he’s a perfectionist in every sense of the word, it’s easy to imagine Hakyeon is able to get stressed often. He’s very self-critical on himself, and being a sensitive Cancerian doesn’t exactly assist him with clarity all the time. It’s easier for him to beat on himself than others, although he has no problem at pointing out faults when it’s the right time and need for it; he often shoulders a lot of the responsibility for his team members’ actions. It’s hard for you to watch him burden himself like this, knowing the actions of others deeply affect him at times and he’s too hard-working for his own good at times.

The great thing about your relationship is that you quickly realise the signs of his self-deprecation. For a guy who talks a big game about himself, he’s actually quite frightened and concerned on the inside of what to do next. And so you make the decision for him, encasing him in your arms and holding him to you. He questions you for your actions but deep down he knows you’ve realised things are hard on him and he breaks in your arms, not afraid to show you in that moment how vulnerable he’s feeling, and how much he needs you. Kisses are frequent little reminders that you’re beside him and will help lift him back up, encouraging him to let go of some of his burdens, to talk about them with others and accept he’s being too hard on himself. Of course, as desperate and emotional as the situation is, when he’s recovered from it he’ll be back to his vivacious self, nagging you for leaving a mess in the kitchen last night to try and avoid that recovery from how broken he was the night before. He’s thankful for you, and you can tell by the way he touches you for the next few days, gripping at you a little more tightly as he steps out from his burdens again.

Practice kisses:

We need some happy now, right? Of course, this kiss couldn’t be left out. As a budding actor, Hakyeon has lines he has to go over for his scenes the following day. And you’re a great help in assisting him with them all, acting out other characters for him to deliver precisely and practice the required emotions. Hakyeon doesn’t get many kiss scenes so when he suddenly drops his book and kisses you, well it’s a little overwhelming. You resist only for a second because his lips feel so good against yours, but when you’re pulling away, you accuse him of kissing you when it wasn’t in the script to do so.

“They don’t give me any kiss scenes, so I thought I’d make my own,” he informs and you’re secretly pleased about creating your own kiss scenes, after all, you’d rather him locking lips with you than on set anyways.

Night kisses:

Hakyeon is a deep thinker. He likes to share his thoughts with you throughout the day but admittedly due to your schedules, it makes sense the deep and meaningful talks happen when you’re wrapped up in each other in bed, winding down from your schedules and getting ready for sleep. Sometimes you can discuss so much in a night that sleep is put off due to the intensity of the conversations. There’s an element to these sessions that is so captivating that any worries or exhaustion you held previously are all forgotten about, getting completely lost in the words you’re both uttering. It could be about things you want to do together or individual goals, future dreams, and of course, there’s a lot of talk about how you both feel for each other. Because it’s supercharged with all these beautiful words and visions being shared, it’s naturally an intimate moment, caressing each other with your lips as your hands move over each other, grasping further at one another when you think of how close you really are to being able to start living our some of those future goals.

Dating Hakyeon is like you stepped into a fairytale where Prince Charming is always there to remind you how much he loves you and will do anything in this lifetime to make sure you remain as his. But he also has the ability to fall into the vivacious sidekick, helping you navigate your way through the obstacles that you face to get to your true love, making sure each and every day is fulfilled and you tried your best. And whilst he’s quite a sensitive person, it means you get to see all sides to his soul, inside and out and honestly, being able to call him yours is worth every nagging session in the world.

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Other VIXX members: Hakyeon // Taekwoon // Ken // Hyuk

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cheeseeatingtrashmonster · 6 years

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Alyanette

I return from the dead! Have some fluffy Alyanette :)

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“Okay,” Alya said to the assembled group of grade school girls, “I don’t care if you don’t fall asleep, but I shouldn’t be able to hear you at all, and unless you’re going to the bathroom, you should be in this room. If you adhere to these rules, I will make chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes in the morning. Agreed?”

��Agreed!” Ella, Etta, and their friends said at once.

“Alright! Have a good sleepover, ladies.”

Marinette marveled at Alya’s ability to work with children. She had no doubt the girls would keep their noise low enough (though probably not quite as inaudible as Alya had requested) for the rest of the night. Alya was amazing.

“So, Ladybug anime or video games?” Alya asked, flopping onto the couch next to Marinette and laying her head on Marinette’s thighs.

“Uh, feither’s ine. Either’s fine!”

Alya jumped up and put on the anime, curling up against Marinette again.

“You okay?” Alya asked when Marinette tensed up on contact.

“Uh, yeah! Just cold.”

“Your face is red,” Alya said, reaching a hand to each of their foreheads. “You don’t feel too warm. You’re sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.” She resisted the urge to squeeze her eyes closed in embarrassment.

Alya reached over to the other section of the couch and grabbed a throw blanket. She wrapped it around Marinette and left her arms around her, leaning her head on her shoulder.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Marinette said, squirming out of Alya’s grasp.

She retreated down the hall to the bathroom and leaned her head against the door when she closed it. She pulled her phone from the pocket she had sewn in her pajama pants and dialed a familiar number.

“Help,” she whimpered.

“What’s up?”

“So I’m pretty sure I’m in love with Alya and remember how I couldn’t function around Adrien before? I think this is worse.”

“Yeah, I told you that when you said you’d be staying over at her place this weekend,” Nino said.

“Well, I didn’t think you were serious!” Marinette said, the arm not holding her phone flailing. “What am I going to do? I’m stuttering, and she’s really cuddly tonight and she’s so soft and warm and I just want to spend all my time staring at her, sketching her, making her pretty outfits to wear so everyone who sees her in them knows she’s mine, and-”

“Okay, I’ve got a simple plan for you,” Nino said. “A scheme worthy of the time you forced the Gorilla to leave Adrien so you could try and get him in a rickshaw.”

“Oh my gosh, Nino, that was one time,” Marinette complained, turning to slide her back down the door until she was sitting on the floor.

“You know it wasn’t just one time. Anyway, the plan,” Nino said. “You ready?”

“Anything to get me through this night,” she said, clutching her phone tighter in anticipation of something to solve this situation.

“Okay. Dude, grab her face and kiss her. That’s it, that’s the plan.”

“…You are no help.”

“I’m exactly the right kind of help! If you need me to, I will show up with a sick mix and you can use it to serenade her.”

“I’m serious, Nino, I need some way to not lose my mind while my crush is cuddling and playing with my hair and magically getting small children to do as she says.”

Nino sighed. “I’m not going to change my advice. You really should be direct.”

Marinette groaned and flopped on her side, staring at the base of the tub in front of her. “I just like her so muuuch.”

“Then show her that.”

“I can’t. She’s my best friend. I could ruin the best relationship in my life.”

“Nothing would be ruined even if she didn’t feel the same,” Nino said. “You and my best bro are still good friends. Better, even, than back when you were a mumbling fool that said weird things to him and confused him to no end.”

“You don’t know nothing would be ruined,” Marinette said, completely sweeping aside her strong, platonic relationship with Adrien as a fluke in her mind.

“D-C, I love you, but it’s time you face the music. Either learn how to deal, or learn how to speak up. You got this.”

“I most certainly do not got this.”

“Good night.”

“Uuugh. Good night.”

Marinette went through her night time routine even though she knew she and Alya would be up for a while. She felt better with her face washed and her teeth brushed. She gave Tikki a cookie and went back to the living room.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Alya asked. “Something’s off. You can’t fool me, girl. Even if I wasn’t one of the best investigative reporters under the age of twenty-five, I’m your best friend. I know when something’s going on. I know when something’s bugging you.”

“No, I don’t- I can’t- you wouldn’t-”

“Hey,” Alya said, grabbing one of Marinette’s hands in both of hers. “You can tell me anything, okay?”

Marinette stared at Alya’s wide, concerned eyes and felt the words clawing to get past her clumsy tongue. She opened her mouth, and words came out. Coherent, clear words.

“I’m kinda tired is all. Do you mind if we go to bed soon?”

Marinette watched Alya deflate before her eyes. Her shoulders hunched, her head nodded and stayed down, her eyes fell to her lap, her hands withdrew.

“Yeah, of course. After this episode?”

Marinette nodded and as Alya settled a good foot away from her on the couch, she wondered what she had done wrong. Maybe Alya could tell she was lying, but she hadn’t meant to lie so much as withhold the truth. Didn’t Alya get, after all this time, that if she was keeping a secret it was for the greater good?

The episode ended without either absorbing what happened. They cleaned up the living room and went to Alya’s room and discovered that there was a problem neither had realized until that moment.

“The sleepover took all the sleeping bags and blankets,” Alya said as they stood side by side staring at her twin bed.

“Yes, it did.” Marinette was surprised her heart could beat this fast while standing still.

“So we only have my bed.”

“Correct.”

“And my set of blankets.”

“True.”

“It’s not like we haven’t fallen asleep on each other before.”

“Many times!”

“So… So we’re sharing the bed?”

Alya turned to Marinette. She was biting her lip and worry lines crossed her forehead. All Marinette wanted to do was kiss her until all her stress and anxiety melted away. She dropped her eyes from Alya’s lips to where her hands were knotted together.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. I can use the throw blanket from the couch on the floor if-”

“No way, if anyone’s sleeping on the floor-”

“-but if you want to-”

“-and I don’t mind-”

They both stopped for a moment and took a breath. At the same time they said, “We can share?”

They smiled.

“Okay,” Alya said. “Get comfy, I’ll be back in a minute.”

As Alya went to brush her teeth, Marinette sat on the edge of the bed. The sheets had that distinctly “Alya” smell that she loved, and it calmed her racing heart just a bit. She tried to decide which side of the bed to take. The outside would mean if she woke up in the middle of the night she could get up without disturbing Alya, but she probably would fall out of bed at some point, knowing how things usually went for her. If she took the side against the wall, she couldn’t fall out of bed, but if Alya moved too close there wasn’t anywhere she could go. She decided that getting sleepy-snuggled by her best friend/crush wasn’t the end of the world and slid into the corner, stretching like a cat once she was settled.

“Don’t you look cozy.”

Marinette jumped and turned to see Alya leaning against the door frame.

“You said to get comfy.” Marinette fiddled with the blankets for a moment.

“I did. And you did an excellent job.” Alya sat on the bed next to her. “You’re okay with this?”

“Yeah,” Marinette said, feeling her cheeks heat. “I like being near you.”

Alya nodded and curled up on her side next to Marinette, her knee brushing Marinette’s thigh and her lower arm against Marinette’s.

“Goodnight, M,” Alya said as she shut out the light.

“Goodnight.”

They lay there, slowly relaxing. Marinette was half asleep when Alya spoke.

“Did I make you uncomfortable earlier?”

“No, I’m just nervous because every time you touch me I want to kiss you.”

Marinette jolted to full consciousness. She had not meant to say that! This was a disaster! Maybe she could play it off as weird sleep talking? Say she hadn’t meant it? But she had meant it, and that would be just another lie to add to the pile of them accumulating between the two of them, and that was the last thing she wanted.

“Marinette?” Alya reached out a hand, touching her hip lightly.

“Yeah?”

“You want to kiss me?”

“Yeah.”

Alya’s hand slid across Marinette’s stomach along her waistband, feather light until she had reached her other hip, tugging on it to pull Marinette onto her side, adding many more points of contact between them. Marinette was cataloging all the spots where Alya was touching her (toes to shins, knee to lower thigh, hand to hip, other hand grabbing her fingers, their, um, chests, her forehead leaning against hers) and internally freaking out that she had just said a lot of things she didn’t mean to say when she realized Alya had asked her a question.

“Can you repeat that?” Marinette squeaked.

Alya laughed. “Do you like me?”

“So much.” Damn those ninja reporter interview skills!

“You have a crush on me?”

“So bad.” She tried to bring her hand up to cover her face, but Alya’s hand left her hip to grab her hand and bring it to rest between them. “It’s all I think about.”

“Marinette?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Marinette squeezed her eyes closed. “Not if you don’t mean it.”

“If I don’t mean it?”

“If the kiss doesn’t mean something, I don’t want it.”

Alya licked her lips and released Marinette’s hand to brush dark hair behind her ear.

“You tell me if I mean it,” Alya whispered. She reached up to cup Marinette’s cheek and gave the softest kiss to her best friend.

As Alya pulled back, Marinette felt too much at once. Her heart racing, every place she and Alya were touching, the blanket falling off her hip, Alya’s breath rushing across her face. There was only one thing to do.

She kissed Alya, her arms coming around her waist and pulling her close. Everything she felt fell to the back of her mind as she focused on the kiss, on just one point of contact, their lips meeting over and over and over. When the back of her mind had finally processed I am kissing Alya, the most beautiful woman on the planet, and she likes me, she likes me, she likes me! she pulled back giggling.

“What?” Alya asked, giggling too.

“You knew! You knew, didn’t you?”

“That you like me?” Alya asked. Marinette nodded. “Of course I knew! I’ve known how you act with a crush since, like, the first week of school! But I knew if this was ever going to work, you had to say it first. I couldn’t take that step until you were ready.”

“I wouldn’t say mumbling it half asleep was ‘ready’ exactly,” Marinette said, giggling again. “But I did say it first. And you… you like me.”

It was almost a question. Even with the joy fizzing around in her chest, she had to hear it, had to be sure.

“I like you,” Alya said, leaning forward to kiss Marinette’s nose. “I’ve liked you for so long.”

Marinette buried her face against Alya’s neck, smothering more giggles.

“Is this real? This is really happening?”

“I hope so,” Alya said. “If not, it’s the best dream. The kind that makes your heart ache when you wake up and it’s not real.”

Marinette nodded. “And either way,” she said, pulling back a little so she could see Alya’s face. “In the morning I still get chocolate chip pancakes.”

Alya kissed her again. “I’ll add extra chocolate, just for you.”

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #alya cesaire #alyanette #bed sharing #Anonymous #asks #I have no idea why this took so long to write #im sorry dear anon #you deserved much faster for suggesting such a great pairing #my writing

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yoosungiib · 6 years

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Hi. Can you do yandere RFA + Saeran hc?

Quick note: I don’t think any of the guys/girl would do anything like this. So please do not misinterpret this as me saying the behaviour written for the guys in these headcanons are ok, or that I think they would ever act like this. I am writing this as if they were Yanderes. If you don’t know what a yandere is, yanderes show their love, after having been somewhat kind and gentle, through violence and brutality. Please read the trigger warning before reading.

Trigger Warning: abuse, violence, some nsfw content

RFA + Saeran as Yanderes

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★ Yoosung ★

It’s basically canon that this boy is a yandere.

Yoosung had won you over the moment you two started talking in the RFA chat when you were lead to Rika’s apartment with his sweet personality and small ways of affection.

When you two became a couple in eleven days, you were so happy, as was Yoosung.

But to Yoosung, this was more than a relationship, but a bound and promise to each other that you would be together forever.

He was always a little protective, but his need to protect you turned into an unhealthy obsession.

Yoosung is always around you; you are never allowed to go out with your friends unless he is there, and you are not aloud to talk to any of the other guys in the RFA. It was hard enough convincing him to allow you to talk to Jaehee.

When he gets home from work and gives you the normal ‘I miss you’ kiss, he’ll take your phone and check it to make sure you haven’t been talking to anyone behind his back. And he will know if you deleted any messages.

That is the only time he will upright hurt you. Usually he’ll threat to hurt himself or he’ll cut himself as a way to manipulate you and keep you from leaving. But if you lie to him or try to hide anything from him,

He’ll shove you down and wrap his hands around your throat, his nimble fingers digging into your windpipe. He’ll bend down and whisper into your ear, “If you can’t be honest to me, you don't’ deserve to breathe at all.”

Sometimes you wonder why you still love him.

When he’s being kind and affectionate, holding you against his chest while he strokes your hair and you two watch a film, he feeds you the omelette he’s made, you tell yourself going through the mental torture and sometimes physical is worth it. You don’t want to lose what you have with Yoosung.

♪ Zen ♪

The actor is young and inlove, and you swooped in and stole his heart, showed him what real love is, and everyday you tell him just how grateful you are for him.

So he can not lose you.

He doesn’t have money, he doesn’t have influences, but he has his burning love and passion towards you, which is more than enough to convince him that a little pain in the relationship to keep you with him is copacetic.

He doesn’t want you as his manager anymore, but he takes you with him to every rehearsal.

However, there are strict rules that he has given to you. For one, you don’t watch his rehearsals but you have to stay in his dressing room for the entirety of his rehearsals. You could not leave.

One time you went to go to the bathroom and a cast member tried talking to you. Zen was livid.

He dragged you home and locked you in your room for hours until he finally let you out. You were a wreck at that point, and though Zen was still furious you disobeyed him, he had to comfort you.

“Jagiya, I did that for your own good. Those men are beasts. They will hurt you.”

But don’t get me wrong, he’ll then take a harsh grip on your chin and make you look into his eyes as he gravely says, “Disobey me again and I’ll chain you to the chair.”

❀ Jaehee ❀

Her whole life, she has felt like people have been in control of her, and has she has always worked for the praises of others, such as her aunt and Mr. Han.

She has been seconded to others, and treated as if she were nothing but a dog whose only job is to please her owner. At Least, that’s how she’s felt.

But now she has you, and she can control you. You are hers and she will make you work for her praises. She’ll make you crave it.

Everyday, she’ll look lowly on you. She’ll call you stupid, weak, pathetic, incapable, worthless, and watch you cry, not a tear of yours falling affecting her.

She’ll be especially cruel if she catches you talking to any of the others in the RFA chat. They are her friends, but they can’t be yours. They’ll take you away from her if she isn’t careful.

Of course, she doesn’t like to hear you sob, but it’s all part of her plan,

To make you the dog.

It makes you work, it makes you desperate to please. And she loves it.

You are now the dog.

And when she thinks you’ve had enough of her ridicules, she’ll comfort and cuddle you. She’ll hold you against her breasts and tell you just how much she loves you and how amazing she thinks you are,

That is,

When you are obedient and accepting your stance in the relationship.

☂ Jumin ☂

You do not feel like his wife. If anything, you are a doll that he plays with, uses, and displays to the world as the perfect wife.

Love is shown in a way you had never seen before. He tells you that this is what real love is, and that all the other types of affection you may have received, was wrong.

“They will never love you like I love you. So forget them.”

Jumin is in full control. He controls what you wear, what you do - including when you use the bathroom and when you sleep -, what you eat, and what you say.

If you say anything that he does not like or approve of you, you’re punished.

He will withhold food, lock you up, humiliate you, or in worst case scenarios if he’s really angry, he’ll hit you. But he always says the same thing after every punishment as he holds your crying form against his chest.

“Do me right and I will be a loving husband. Do me wrong and you’ll live to regret it.”

You are not allowed to leave the house unless you have a female bodyguard. He doesn’t trust you with any other men.

Even so, you are only aloud to go to few places. His work place to see him, the bookstore, or a single clothings store.

He has all eyes on you between his security guards and special units watching you through televisions.

There is no escape, and nothing you can do. You are trapped with him, forever. And there is no one to hear your cries for help. No one to listen. No one to care.

They’re all gone.

☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺

Seven is probably the most sanest yandere considering he will not hurt you whatsoever, and he will not manipulate you either.

But he is possessive, and it is no secret to you or anyone that he is.

Tracking devices are connected everywhere on you from your clothes, your hair, and one was even injected into your neck.

When you go out into the town, he’ll either follow you or spy on you through CCTV.

The only time he’ll ever be somewhat rough or sadistic is when he’s angry. But again, he’s never hurt you.

But he will scare you into a submissive state by yelling or threatening violence.

You don’t know he would never do it.

To him, this is what love is. He’s never felt love before.

As he sees it, you have to protect your loved one, even if that includes doing things they may not like, or having to scare them a bit.

If it leads to them being safe at the end of the day, it’s ok.

You don’t need any of your other friends, all you need is him. He keeps you entertained, he keeps you laughing, he keeps you happy.

Everyone else is just a threat or will hurt you.

Only he can have you.

☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻

Pain is pleasure.

Well, your pain is his pleasure.

“You’re mine,” he says as he carves the first letter of his name into your stomach. “Only mine,” as he does the ‘A’. “forever,” ‘E’, “and ever,” ‘R’, “we will always love each other,” ‘A’, “right, MC?” ‘N.’

His calloused thumb wipes at the tear that slips from your tear duct as you nod your head.

“Tell me you love me, flower.”

You tell him you love him with a raspy voice, your throat clogged with cum from when he forces you to please him and dry from all your crying. He smiles, pulling you down for a gentle kiss that turns rough very quick.

This is what real paradise is.

Cages, whips, torture is what you’re used to. It has become your life.

You do love Saeran, or at least you think you do. He loves you because he tells you everyday whether it’s by making you or in the bed.

Saeran keeps you locked away and secluded from the world. You already know your entire family is dead. He told you it was a measure he had to take to make it clear you were only his.

Who knows about your friends, but you can only presume they were killed too.

Most of your day is spent with Saeran. There are few gentle moments in your relationship:

Sometimes, he’ll let you out of your cage and take you upstairs and watch tv with you. He’ll keep his arm around you and he’ll feed you ice cream. His touch will be so incredibly gentle that you’ll almost forget what he’s really capable of, and will surely do when the movie is over. You savor the moments where he’ll run his fingers softly up and and down your arms, caressing you. Or when he’ll pet your hair or braid it. When he’ll pull you down for a gentle kiss - not one with constant biting or his tongue being shoved down your throat. But soft, gentle, and loving.

God, you wish you could have those moments all the time.

“Remember, flower. You’re mine, only mine, forever and ever. We will always love each other. Don’t you dare forget that. My MC.”

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denimwrites-archive · 6 years

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Friends? (Part 1)

Prompt: “hey you’ve had a rough day so let’s get in our PJs and watch a cute movie together and cuddle bUT IT’S TOTALLY PLATONIC ALRIGHT” from the “friendship to romance tropes i can’t get enough of” list I reblogged

Fandom: Newsies (2017) - Modern College AU

Pairing: Davey Jacobs X Male Reader

Summary: After a long week, you decide to invite your best friend, Davey, over for a relaxing movie night. Soon enough you’re both tiredly leaning on each other, and who knows what could happen next?

Word Count: 2,442

Warnings: Food, language (there’s some f-bombs and such), some fighting?

A/N: I haven’t written a male reader before, but I usually try to keep all my fics gender neutral, so I hope this was okay? I used he/him pronouns for the reader. I don’t know if I got the guy friendship right, but I tried. If anyone has any tips, I’d be happy to hear them!! (Also, in this fic I had Jack be bi and Davey be gay, the reader’s sexuality is left ambiguous) And I broke it into two parts cause I wanted to create suspense

Friends? Series - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

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This week couldn’t have been longer. You had had three tests, and two papers due, not to mention work on top of that. To say you were spent would be an understatement. You knew that your friends would want to go out on a Friday night, but you couldn’t work up the energy to cook food let alone go to a party. You were lucky enough to have a best friend who understood that.

That best friend was David Jacobs. You two had become friends during your freshman year when he was your chemistry lab partner, and ever since it was like you two had known each other for forever. You had known Jack from high school, and were unsurprised when Jack tried to introduce you to Davey since Jack is such a people person and always trying to include you in things.

The two had met in their art appreciation class and hit it off when they got into a lively discussion about the definition of art. When you explained you already knew each other Jack then got you into the discussion and let’s just say he still brings it up every once and awhile.

Jack was usually the one for parties, but Davey was just as happy with a good book. He understood your wish to just stay home, and happily made his way over to your place with a fresh pizza and a Back to the Future box set when you texted him you needed something to recharge with.

You opened the door, already in your pajamas, and smiled tiredly at your friend. “That bad of a week, huh?” he asked as he made his way into your apartment. You let out a yawn in response, and he just chuckled. Davey set the pizza on your coffee table before heading to the kitchen for some plates and napkins.

Making yourself comfy on your couch, you just watch as Davey sets everything up. “Thanks, man. I feel like I could sleep for a week.”

“Hey, it’s no problem. Think of this as me repaying you for helping me during finals,” he said, handing you a plate with a slice, and a smile.

You gratefully take it and can’t help the smirk that comes to your face. “I think pizza and a movie isn’t going to cover you keeping me up for two days for non-stop quizzing.” Davey chuckles again, and blushes a little bit at the memory. He had been stressing nonstop over his psychology and sociology finals, and being the good friend that you are, had helped him study for both, even though you weren’t even in those classes. You actually still remembered some of the information, even if it was pretty much useless for now.

As he settles next to you on the couch he grabs a slice of pizza for himself. “Alright, but at least it’s making a dent in what I owe you for that.” You just nod and take a bite of your pizza, and Davey takes that as his cue to start the movie. As you watch Marty travel between the past, present, and future and you consume more and more pizza, you feel your eyes grow heavier and heavier.

Soon enough the pizza is forgotten, and you’re carefully resting your head on Davey’s shoulder. ~ You’re dozing slightly, almost in between consciousness and wakefulness. Too tired to care about what you’re resting on since it’s warm and comfy and that’s all that matters. As the soundtrack of the movie continues to lull you to sleep, your pillow shifts and you groan, nuzzling into it. It seems to work, as it stops shifting, and you lean more heavily onto it.

Then unexpectedly, you’re falling. You land on something slightly softer, but you decide to get up anyway, the surprise waking you up. Pushing yourself up, you see that your hand on Davey’s thigh is holding you up and scramble to get off of him and let go of it, waking yourself up more in the process. You’re both blushing messes and you decide to clean up some of your mess as a way to calm yourself down. Throwing away some of the uneaten pizza crusts, you keep the leftover pieces in the box and stick it in the fridge.

When you get back to the couch, Davey’s putting in a different movie, and upon closer inspection see that it’s Meet the Robinsons, one of your shared favorites. As Wilbur goes on his adventure, you tuck yourself closer to the couch’s armrest on the opposite side of where Dave is sitting. Yeah, leaning on him was nice, but you didn’t want to fuck up your friendship by weirding him out in your tired state.

About halfway through the movie, you’re starting to doze off while resting on your hand. The last thing you remember before your eyes fully close is the bowler hat guy taking over. It seems like you were finally done for, since the next time you wake up, you’re securely wrapped in someone’s arms and completely stretched out rather than curled up.

Not remembering what happened, and not really caring with how comfortable you are, you cuddle into your heat provider and slowly drift back off. You absentmindedly feel something wrap around you. Goddamn octopus, let go of my truck, you think in your hazy state.

But then your warm partner’s laughing and the rumbles of his chest are waking you up. You groan and think, Fucking octo went and fucked up the motor. Asshole. The rumbles are deeper, and now there’s shaking going on and you just sit up, and blearily wipe at your eyes.

You’re met with Davey’s face next to yours and he seems like he’s trying to hold in his laughter, but at the sight of your confused and tired face he loses it. Laughing with his whole body, you’re kind of pushed off of the couch. You groan as you hit the floor, and David is just laughing even harder.

“What the hell is so funny?” you grumble out as you try to wake up. It takes him a few minutes to respond, since whenever he looks at you still sitting on the floor, his laughter picks up again. You let out a huff and stand up, heading to the kitchen. You stretch a little and look at your microwave to see that it’s almost six in the morning. Not the worst sleep I’ve had.

You start the coffee machine and grab two mugs. Leaning against the counter a you wait for the caffeine to brew, you rest your eyes and try to focus your thoughts on what you need to do today. I have that paper due in a few days, I should probably get started on that. And I have that stuff I need to research for that science class. You groan and can’t help but want to go back to bed.

When Dave finally calms down he joins you in the kitchen. He leans on the counter next to you and bumps your shoulder with his. You glare at him, still tired from the week and your unplanned early morning. But the glare doesn’t last long when he’s smiling at you with that stupidly beautiful mouth of his.

“I don’t know what you were dreaming about, but if I hope that octopus didn’t mess up your truck too bad,” he can’t even stifle the giggle he lets out at your confused face. Then you realize that you had been talking and not thinking. You hide your face behind a hand and let out another groan. Today was already off to a great start.

“Ah, don’t worry,” he says, pulling your hand away from your face, “I won’t tell anyone about your weird tentacle dream.” You punch him in the arm, and he rubs it with a chuckle.

“You better not, or I’m withholding your coffee before work.” That gets him to shut up, and then you’re laughing at the idioticness of the situation. He watches you, that smile still on his face. You thought you saw something in his eyes, but then he lets out a cough and you realize that the coffee is ready. You pour some in each mug and grab some creamer from the fridge, and hand it to Davey.

He accepts it and pours some in before setting it onto the counter, he adds some sugar before taking a sip. David drinks and contemplates something while you fix your coffee the way you like it. You sip in silence and sooner than you’d like, Davey is saying he has to leave so he can go home and grab a shower and his uniform before work. You say goodbye, and after he closes the door behind him, you let out a wistful sigh.

“Idiot!” you exclaim to yourself. You had been cuddling with Davey, your best friend, and kind of crush and your weird dream just had to ruin it. Letting out another sigh, you look back to your living room, which isn’t in the worst shape it’s ever been, and head to your room. Flopping onto the bed, you quickly fall back asleep.

Waking up much later in the day, you decide to get up and actually do some work. As you gear up to do some serious investigating for that science thing, your phone goes off. Checking it, you see that it was a text from Jack. You have to reread it several times, but even if you turn it sideways, you can’t make out what he was trying to say. You text a quick, “What?” to him and set your phone aside, trying to focus back on the task at hand.

The second your hands touch the keys of your laptop though, your phone goes off again. You see that it’s Jack again, and you still can’t make out what he’s saying. Letting out a huff, and taking a breath to steady yourself, you dial his number. Phone calls may be a horrible experience, but if something had happened you were going to find out.

The phone picks up after the second ring, but you don’t hear anything other than some grunts and what seems to be the phone passing between hands. You hear an outcry of, “Jack!” and you realize that Davey is there too.

“Hello?” you ask, confused as to what was happening on the other end of the line.

“Don’t! Jack!” you hear Davey yell, and then you hear heavy panting.

Your confusion only increases, and you’re about to voice this when you hear Jack say, “I’m doing this for your own good Davey. So, (Y/N),” Jack finally addresses you.

“Yeah? Jack what the hell is going on? What was with those texts? Was someone trying to murder you or something?”

“Well, Dave was trying to stop me from helping him, sorry for the confusion. Now onto important business.” You hear something in the background and then Jack is panting into the phone again. “Davey come on, just let me do this!”

“No!” then you think the phone was dropped.

“Hello?” you ask. “Jack, Davey, can you hear me?”

“Hey! (Y/N)!” Davey answers the phone in a forcefully cheerful tone.

“Davey? What the fuck is happening? Are you two fighting or something?” you ask, knowing that the worst argument the two had gotten into only ended with the silent treatment.

“What? No!” he says, obviously lying. You start to hear Jack say something in the background, but Davey shushes him. “Everything’s fine! Jack just sat on his phone wrong and accidentally sent the texts.”

“That doesn’t happen with a touchscreen, Dave.”

“Doesn’t it?” he asks, obviously nervous. “I’ve seen videos of it happening and stuff like that where Siri turns on and hears a conversation and sends it as a text and-”

“Davey,” you cut him off, “I’m going to hang up and go work on my paper now. I suggest you give Jack back his phone before he takes it back. I’ll talk to you later, bye.” You hang up and shake your head, those goddamn idiots.

What you don’t know is happening on the other side of town is that Davey is breathing a sigh of relief for the first time in an hour. Jack had come into the coffee shop Dave worked at and had been talking to him until it was time for his break. When Davey filled him in on what happened last night, Jack was asking all sorts of questions. He was also trying to text you that Davey was gushing over how adorable you were while asleep.

Jack had had enough of both of your secret pinings and was going to get one of you to confess to the other. Yeah, it was a shitty idea, but Jack just wanted his two knuckleheads of friends to be happy. However, when Davey found out he grabbed his phone and started running. Jack easily caught up to him and then you called when Jack finally had his phone back.

Now the two men were sitting on the sidewalk. Davey had handed Jack his phone back and they were thinking about what had just happened. “I’m sorry for taking your phone,” Davey says quietly.

“I’m sorry for almost talking about your crush.” They shake hands and sit for a few minutes before Jack speaks up again. “I wasn’t going to say it in so many words, but Davey you have to say somethin’ for god’s sakes. I know it’s driving you crazy, and it’s driving him just as crazy! You know it ain’t just girls who obsess over this kind of stuff.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Davey responds with a laugh, “but I get what you’re saying. If I’m thinking about it as much as he is then I should do something. But I don’t want to fuck it up. He could not feel the same way. And he’s the first guy I’ve made a really strong friendship with since I met you and the other news guys, but goddamn is he making it hard to just be friends.” With a sigh, Davey looks at the sky and just looks at the clouds.

“Then howsabout we get it straight from the horse’s mouth?” Davey gives him a look. “Okay, maybe not straight, but you know what I mean.” They share a laugh and then Jack is filling Davey in on a plan that he’s had for quite some time. They plot as you sit unaware on your couch, working on your paper. Boy were you going to be surprised next week.

#davey jacobs x reader #davey jacobs x male reader #male reader insert #davey jacobs fanfiction #newsies fanfiction #newsies x reader #musical fanfiction #musical x reader #my writing #not a request #Friends?#Friends? Series #newsies reader insert

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agentdagonet · 7 years

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Echoes, Ch. 8

can’t believe I forgot to put the last 2 chapters of Echoes up here. Seeing as I’m about to upload chapter 9, I’ll put 7 and 8 up beforehand. Thanks for sticking around, guys!

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Fic Summary: Feet dangling off the edge of the bed, hands still resting on the earpieces of his glasses, Eggsy opened his eyes.

And promptly shut them again, screwing them shut like a child who had the distinct misfortune of biting into a raw lemon. Breathing harshly in his nose and out his mouth, trying to stave off whatever delusional panic had befallen him, Eggsy reopened his eyes.

‘Harry?’

Or: The Hologram Story Nobody Asked For

'Why did we watch this again?' The credits are going, and a film Eggsy would love to erase from his memory is finally over. 'Rotten Tomatoes said it was good!' 'The popcorn was empty Rox, tha' means people didn't like it!' '40 percent isn't an awful rating, and we did say we were going to watch a shitty film.' 'There are limits! If I had a time machine the first thing I'd do is prevent this shit from existing!'

'Really? The first thing you'd do with the ability to go back in time is stop this shitfest from existing?' He knows what she's getting at, but he can't think of that, not just then. He still needed time. 'It's called the butterfly effect, Rox, changin' one thing can affect a million others- who knows what erasing this film would do to the future! Imagine the good I could do!' 'Wow, Eggs' I'd never've guessed you knew about the butterfly effect- so full of surprises.' 'Oh, fuck off.' He shoves her off the arm of the couch, and she thumps to the ground with a yelp. He pretends he did it for comedic effect, but knows he did it to distract himself. He didn't need more will-o'-wisps of Harry in the house. 'Gotta have shit to impress the birds with, y'get me? An' alright some of the blokes, too; but I've always been wicked smart when I wanna be.' 'Sure you have, Eggsy. Whatever helps you sleep at night.' She pats his shoulder, nods sympathetically, and that's what pushes things from teasing to all out war.

'Oi!' He throws a pillow in her general direction, sure to avoid the greasy pizza boxes sitting on the table in front of him. It knocks the glass from her hand, thankfully empty, and serves its purpose. The night passes with relative ease, thankfully. The pillow war had resulted in them both being far too tired to move, and instead they had ended up cuddled up in the wreckage- JB curled up at their feet. Unfortunately, good things can't last, and they're woken by Roxy's glasses ringing from the coffee table.

'Yes, Merlin?' She's stood up, all proper posture despite there being no one to impress, and faced the wall. He guesses it's a concentration thing, or maybe she (rightfully) thinks Eggsy would be making crass gestures and funny faces at her. Small pleasures. 'I'll be right in.' It's fucking weird to only hear half a conversation, but Eggsy's pretty sure he wouldn't have paid much attention even if he could hear. Being half asleep does that. 'I'm sorry to cut this short, Eggs-' She froze, mouth still open, eyes focused on something by the stairwell that he couldn't see. Sitting down on the floor made it difficult to see past couches and such. 'S'okay, Rox, Kingsman comes first- wouldn't have you withou' them now would I? ...Rox?' He waved a hand in front of her face, which wasn't such a smart idea because a startled Roxy is a dangerous Roxy, and she gripped his wrist so tightly he was certain it would bruise. 'How the fuck is Harry Hart in your house?' 'Oh, that don't you worry about it; it's just a thing Harry had that turned on after he died to show us his Will. You can ask Merlin and everythin'- why d'you think I don't wear my specs inside?' please don't ask anything else, please don't ask for details, I don't think I can say more without breaking, please, please, please... She looked at him for a moment, head tilted slightly, before she nodded.

'Merlin's backing you up, so I guess I believe you; but, can't you just turn it off? I mean, Eggsy, avoiding a problem doesn't make it go away, you know? You've got to let him go; I don't like seeing you in pain.' She looks at him like one would look at a natural disaster from a distance- with pity and immeasurable sadness- and it takes everything in him not to scream. Can't you see I'm trying? But that wouldn't help anyone.

'Dunno how to turn it off- not like Harry left instructions, we don't even know how it turned on. Or how it works, honestly. So I'm just working around it. We'll figure it out.' They're empty words, things he has no real intention of expanding on, but they placate Roxy into leaving. A mission can't be delayed for too long- they are, after all, usually matters of international importance- and he's incredibly glad to see her leave. Roxy's an incredible mate, she is, but she had too much distance between herself and her emotions to really sympathise with him. Or maybe it was that Eggsy didn't have enough space between himself and his emotions. He was the one who was out of whack, not her. That made a fair bit more sense- she wasn't nearly as messed up as he was. It was probably just another defect of his.

'Fuuuuuuuuuck.' Eggsy flopped backward onto the floor. He was messed up. He was living his life to the standard of a man who would never see the results. He was so set against actually working through his grief that he'd snapped at his mum and ran out on her. (Though, honestly, it wasn't like she'd been all that sensitive in how she'd tried to tackle the issue, right? "Hey a guy you know came to tell me about how your dad died, also why are you crying about his dead mate over a year later?" is just not a tactful way to try to deal with an emotional situation. At least, he didn't think it was. Was it? He doubted a lot of things, at the moment) He'd apologise, once he knew what to say. It wasn't like there was one of those self-help books "what to do when your mentor dies, you had to see the bullet come at you, and you may or may not have been in love with the idea of him" cos shit that would be a mouthful of a title. Probably wouldn't sell a lot of copies, neither, being so specific an' all. 'I fucked up... Mum def don't deserve that shit from me...' He hadn't meant to be so harsh with her- but he hadn't lied. He wouldn't lie to her like that- and, no (he told himself harshly) withholding the truth wasn't lying. She'd never asked if he'd known how his dad died, had she, so he hadn't lied to her. Not really. But that didn't excuse what he'd done- even if she was pushing a bit much. Honestly, he was a grown man with his own house and he could handle himself- had done for a long while now.

But was he actually handling himself? He was living in the house of a dead man to keep alive yet somehow avoid his memory. He was avoiding the Hologram of said man, who had in fact spent the majority of their acquaintanceship (because, honestly, were they ever truly friends?) in a coma. A man he had barely known, but had nonetheless believed in him and seen something behind the grime that life in the estates had covered him in. Had seen someone worth something; not someone to rescue (at least, not solely) but someone to be given the tools to rescue himself. Someone to give a chance so that their overall success or failure couldn't be handed off to someone else; their results would be their own. He'd never mourned Harry the way he deserved to be mourned, with laughter at his expense and drinks to his memory. He didn't have any stories. Oh, the drinks would be easy enough to procure, but drinking without a purpose and drinking to mourn were too close to the things his mum had done growing up; that was a road he did not want to walk down. He wasn't mourning Harry by living in this house, or by taking up his name, he wasn't honouring the memory of a dead man because... Eggsy didn't really believe he was dead. They hadn't ever been able to find his body, they'd buried an empty coffin, Merlin had basically taken over as Arthur, and Kingsman had moved on. But Harry, the ghost of him or the live one whichever was the reality, wouldn't have wanted him to live like this. Wouldn't have wanted to see an Eggsy stagnated, operating on autopilot in the cenotaph of a man who (by his own measure) was undeserving of such sentiments. 'The fuck are you doing, Eggsy- pull yourself together,' Harry had looked at Eggsy and had seen potential and now Eggsy was squandering it by living in a past he was never actually a part of. Eggsy was still on the floor, flat on his back with the heels of his hands pressed to his eyes, hissing breaths through his teeth. Everything'd changed when he'd seen that Hologram what seems like a lifetime ago, but maybe- maybe it was stuff that needed changing. It hurt, there weren't enough words in every language he'd heard of to describe the pain to think about this. Eggsy wanted to let go of Harry Hart about as much as he had wanted to leave the Marines. But, the needs of the many over the wants of the few (or one, in this case) and all that bullshit; he had a duty to Kingsman to be at his best, and this wasn't it. Eggsy sat up slowly, pulling up the bottom of his shirt to wipe away the few tears that had escaped, giving himself a few more moments to pull himself together. He made his way upstairs to the guest room, pulling open the drawer that contained his specs before going back downstairs empty handed. Not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow and maybe not next week but soon he was going to face at least one of the ghosts that haunted him.

#kingsman #kingsman: the secret service #dagonet writes #echoes

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Women Who Hate Other Women

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Women Who Hate Other Women

Have you ever wondered to yourself, “why do women hate each other?”

Teenage girls ask the question why do girls hate me?

Women who hate other women at the deepest level of their subconscious have unresolved conflicts with their mothers, grandmothers, aunts, or female caretakers who abandoned, abused, or neglected them emotionally, psychologically, and/or physically. Little girls raised by emotionally unstable mother figures never learn how to love and/or trust other women. However, please remember that it is challenging and difficult for a mother to raise her daughter to love and respect; women if she has not learned this lesson herself.

Society put so much pressure on mothers to be perfect, unlike fathers. There are saying such as, “As precious as a mother’s love” or “The child has a face that only a mother could love.” People tell “Your Mama” jokes because the expectations for fathers are so low that there is nothing funny or hurtful that anyone could say about fathers that would cause an emotional response. When athletes accomplish an amazing fete or entertainers accept awards, they acknowledge their mothers. Mothers receive all the glory and blame for how their children’s lives ultimately turn out.

Society put women on an unrealistic pedestal that cause women to strive for an illusion of perfection that is humanly impossible. And when this hefty emotional and social goal is not met, we learn to hate and blame other women – and subconsciously ourselves.

It is very common to hear women say, “I don’t trust women!” “Females are fake.” Women declare that other women are treacherous, two-faced, backstabbers, who sleep with other women’s boyfriends and husbands. Women brag about hating other women and not having females as best friends because women are competitive, devious, and jealous-hearted. What women do not realize is that all women are connected to the collective consciousness of feminine energy… and therefore deep down inside they have the same negative thoughts about themselves.

10 Primary Reasons Women Hate Other Women:

1. Mothers in Abusive Relationships

Girls raised in homes with psychologically unstable mothers who attract abusive relationships with men tend to have a difficult time establishing healthy relationships with men and women. The mother is indirectly teaching her daughter that she is worthless and unlovable when the mother allows a man to verbally, emotionally, and/or physically abuse her. The mother is a role model to her daughter and she is indirectly teaching her how to allow men to treat her in a relationship. Additionally, in many homes riddled with domestic violence, the man may also abuse the children. When children do not feel protected, safe, loved, and respected by their caregivers they have difficulty developing healthy relationships with other people throughout their lives.

2. Mothers who are Promiscuous

Women raised in homes with mothers perceived as being promiscuous may find it challenging to trust other women due to the double standard regarding male and female sexuality. Women and men alike are more likely to judge critically the women’s role in having an affair with a married man than blaming the husband for cheating. People learn to see themselves through the eyes of other people. Little girls see themselves as reflections of their mother, if people view their mother as being a whore, slut, or tramp-the daughter begins to identify with this persona-even if it’s incorrect. In turn, this becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. She would rather be the man-stealing woman who is the predator– than the supposed unattractive, angry, victim-woman at home who couldn’t keep her man faithful. Both are negative personas of femininity and womanhood that make it difficult for women to establish loving and supportive relationships with each other.

3. Mothers who Fail to Protect their Daughters from Sexual Predators

Little girls who are molested or sexually abused by family members, step-fathers, biological fathers, boyfriends, or close family members and neighbors have a tendency to blame their mothers for failing to protect them from the abuser. Even if it’s not the mother’s fault-and she is not aware that her child is being sexually abused– many children still feel that their mothers failed to recognize behavior changes that indicated some type of trauma had taken place.

Women are expected to see the unseen and know the unknowable. And when they fall to recognize the pain, shame, and fear hidden behind their children’s eyes, buried underneath their souls-society’s psychologists, therapists, and counselors first question is: “Did you tell your mother?” The question is loaded with accusatory implications of: if your mother doesn’t know was she such a “bad mother” that you couldn’t tell her? Your relationship with your mother still comes into question as contributing to your emotional health and overall wellbeing.

4. Mothers who have Negative for Poor Body Image

Mothers, who hate their bodies, have negative or poor body image, or who are obsessed with looking youthful tend to have daughters who learn to feel the exact same way about their bodies. Children learn to love themselves through their parent’s eyes. If a mother doesn’t like her nose, and her daughter feels that she has the same nose as her mother-the little girl learns from her mother that something is wrong with her nose as well. That she is not beautiful-not good enough–unless she changes her nose.

Spiritual growth plays out through the human DNA. For example, if a mother hates her body size and has cosmetic surgery to alter her appearance-her DNA code may still express itself through her daughter. What will she say to her daughter who is trying diet after diet– but continues to fail to be a size that she was never born to be? The love or hate that we feel about ourselves is boldly displayed through our children.

Even if our children are not born from our bodies they still carry the DNA from their mother’s souls. The way their mothers look into their eyes, cuddle with them, caress them, kiss them, feed them, take care of them, read to them, tell them how much they love them or not-this is what encodes children’s internal behavior for self-love, self-worth, and self-esteem.

5. Mothers who are Flirtatious

Mothers who are flirtatious with their daughter’s boyfriends, father’s friends, or who seem to thrive on being the center of male attention sometimes cause young women to believe that they are unworthy, unimportant, and invisible unless their self-worth is validated by a man. The daughters learn to objectify themselves and see their own self-worth, self-esteem, and feminine-value by how much attention is “paid” to her by men.

6. Mothers who are Competitive with and Jealous of their Daughters

Some mothers display behaviors that may indicate that they are jealous and envious of their daughter’s youth and beauty. Girls who grow up in homes with mothers who are competitive with their daughters by wearing the same clothes, makeup, i.e. fashion in general; who brag about being a smaller size, or try to dress and act like a teenager instead of an adult woman– raise daughters who feel insecure about their femininity and physical beauty.

7. Mothers who are Emotionally Distant and Non-Affectionate

Mothers who withhold affection, who are emotionally distant or critical tend to raise daughters who struggle with relationships with female authority figures. They will find themselves being people-pleasers; subconsciously seeking the approval of their nothing is ever-good-enough mothers. Women who hate women in this category have the most problematic relationship with other women because they love and hate their mothers equally. These mothers tend to be perfectionists who demand that their daughters chew with their mouths closed; never spill ketchup on their dress; and always sit with their legs closed. The perfectionist mother gives her daughter everything that she needs financially and physically–the only thing that she is incapable of giving her daughter is unconditional love and acceptance.

8. Mothers who did not get along with their own Mothers

Mothers who have tumultuous relationships with their own mothers have a tendency to have antagonistic relationships with their daughters. If the mother was not raised in a family where she was taught how to get along with other women-this may simply be a social skill that she is lacking. In some families, women refer to each other as bitches and other derogatory names. They physically abuse each other… slapping, biting, pulling hair. Wear each other’s clothes and shoes without permission. All of these behaviors are perceived as being “normal”. They have been conditioned to believe that this is just how women are supposed to get along.

When women have daughters this is when the universe is giving them an opportunity to reassess what it means to be a woman– to be a part of a sisterhood that has been oppressed for centuries. They are being asked to take stock of the assets and liabilities of the paradigm of womanhood and femininity for the next generation of girls.

Mothers need to look deep within their souls and ask themselves the tough questions:

What changes can I make in myself that will give my daughter(s) opportunities that I never had?

In what ways have I not truly loved and respected myself that may be reflected back to me through the eyes of my little girl?

What did I love about the relationships with the women in my family?

What do I hate about the relationship with the women in my family?

Their relationship with their mother could be strained for any of the reasons mentioned in this article or various other reasons. But the most important reason is that the mother lacks a role model of what healthy relationships look like between women.

9. Mothers who put their Daughters up for Adoption

Women who were placed for adoption tend to resent their mothers but not their fathers. I had a client who was adopted tell me; “How can I expect anyone else in this world to love me if the woman who carried me inside of her body for nine months, pushed me out of her vagina–looked at me as an innocent newborn baby-and still decide that she did not love or want me.” She sobbed for 10 minutes or more after saying this. Her pain made my heart ache.

The biological responsibility that Mother Nature has given to women to protect, nurture, and raise the human soul is a spiritual mission that many women in modern society have abandoned.

10. The Mainstream Media discourage Mothers and Daughter from getting along.

Sometimes the mainstream media portray teenage daughters and middle-aged mothers as natural enemies-one is emerging into her “idealistic portrayal” of fertility and mainstream beauty and the other exiting. There are many mothers and daughters who are very close who describe their relationships as being “abnormal” because middle-aged women and teenage girls are not supposed to get along.

Some women are just playing out an indirect expected social pattern of behavior that they believe is normal. However, once they get together and really communicate, many mothers and daughters learn that they have more in common with each other than not in common. And they truly enjoy each other’s company.

Sometimes we forget the social media thrives on conflict. Movies and televisions shows will be boring without antagonists. Advertisers need women to feel unbeautiful and old in order to sell makeup, fashion, and hair care products. Women are being conditioned to believe that they are in competition with each other-mothers against daughters, sisters against sisters- and so forth.

Imagine this:

Through the beginning of human history billions of women have been hurt, beaten, beheaded, raped, shunned, molested, abused, over-looked, denied opportunities, oppressed, put-down, unloved, and unappreciated for you to exist in this very moment in time.

No matter what her race, nationality, creed, or religion is silently thank her and give her the voice she never had. You are the breathing reality of her dream. You are her little girl that she wanted to keep safe-but couldn’t. You are her sister who has bravely carried the torch of humanity from the trenches of male domination and oppression through the womb of hope, faith, and grace.

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