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rise-my-angel · 8 months

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Sorry if I'm spouting stuff unwanted in your ask box. But I had a deep brain thinky moment and I thought "at least with reader inserts we admit we're inserting ourselves into the story". A lot of "shippers" seem to ship because they've projected onto a certain character, and they themselves want to be with another character (who often gets watered down to a very attractive slab of meat with little to no will and/or personality of their own). So of course, prime example is Jon with his choose your own poison girlboss, but I've seen it in some other areas. Of course there are some genuine attempts at investigating chemistry between characters out there, but it's often the most viciously toxic ships/shipping communities that I notice this sort of self insertion. Of course I could be assuming things and/or judgemental but it's just a theory I built up after years of observing.

No, you are right on the money. (Rest under a read more because gods be good have my opinions on shipping and shippers in fandom gotten me some anon hate before)

It's why certain shippers tend to be very aggressive in their defences, because they have seen so much of themselves in a character they feel like you are judging them for a real relationship they are in. Refusing to see character flaws as a fundemantal aspect of who that person is, beacuse they don't want to relate to someone like that, so they invent a vision of this person that they have to defend beacuse they won't admit they related to a bad person.

It's a slippery slope to project so heavily onto a character in a ship you like. Beacuse you end up refusing to see them as dynamic people who are more complicated then their relationship and that relationship ends updefining them as a character. Example, I ship Brienne and Jaime but I also don't look at either of them as someone I relate to on a personal level. I'm also fascinated with both of their separate stories and greatly and think those separate journeys are what makes their intertwining moments so intriguing. But if I were projecting myself onto Brienne, then I would end up acting as if she was always perfect and her entire story revolves around a starry eyed Jaime who only lives for that relationship now.

Jon has such a bad treatment by his shippers, beacuse so often he winds up being that slab of meat for the other party. I know some people have joked "well about time its a mans turn" but the point is no one should be given the arm candy treatment by fans. Man or woman. Jon is such a footnote in Jonerys dialouge beacuse ultimetly he serves her at her beck and call with little agency. Because Dany is the one they see themselves as and thus molding Jon into their perfect partner means serving the worst aspects of a girlboss character, meaning stripping the complex agency of their romantic male interests. Same with Ygritte, people see her aggresiveness and sass and think oh my god shes me, and totally ignore the actual text on the page/proof on screen that Jon's time with her isn't happy or romantic. But they want to see themeslves in Ygritte's spitfire personality so badly that they refuse to see Jon as anything but a willing puppet for her enjoyment, beacuse they want the advantage of being her and having him.

Honestly most Jon ships have this problem, and it's partially why I don't ship him with anyone, and i actually ship very few characters with anyone. My time in the Pedro fandom I was infamous for disliking popular ships and a lot of it then too was seeing people projecting onto the female to a point where their interpretation of the character was just not what was on screen.

Casually shipping is fine, again I love a good analysis post about Jaime and Brienne, but like you said. At least with reader inserts, I'm telling you it's you. I'm telling you it's me. You know the reader acts that way beacuse it's who they are and it's not forcing them to be something their not just to force that character to be relatable to you in particular.

Jonsa, Jonerys, Jonrya and Jongritte suffer from this problem greatly, and during my time in the pedro fandom Mando and Omera, and Joel and Tess also were major sufferers of this problem. The male becomes meat for the superior female character beacuse you want it to be you and it being you forces you to turn this person into someone they aren't and this it strips the other party of their agency.

The males now only exist to be relatable arm candy, as opposed to reader inserts which do the work to find a way to make the reader fit into the existing world around them organically.

At least I'm being honest. I write Jon Snow x Reader fics cus I want to fuck Jon Snow, I'm not pretending like I just really like Dany and thats why I ship it. No, they're a terrible couple, but at least I'm honest about my self shipping. I don't have to lie about my intentions.

#shipping is fine #but blind defensive shipping for certain characters turns very toxic #i got a lot of hate during tlou airing for critizing tess as a love interest for joel and its was always people who wanted to relate to her #so they got mad at me for critizing the on screen dynamic beacuse it felt now like i was attacking you as a person #your not tess im not critizing you so shut the hell up and let me speak my opinion #jon is just such a slab of meat in every ship of his #i literally think tormund is the only character hes shipped with where he still gets to remain as a unqiue individual #cus no one who wishes they were a bad ass bitch girlboss relates to the wild drunk lumberjack vibes of tormund #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #jon snow #anti daenerys targaryen #anti ygritte #anti jonerys #anti jonsa #anti jonrya #anti jongritte #anti sansa stark #anti targ stans #i love when i have to do 800 anti tags otherwise every jon shippers gonna send me to the gallows

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missholson · 1 year

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Laulu tulipunaisesta kukasta (1938) dir. Teuvo Tulio

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holysaintscathedral · 10 months

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When I was younger I read a book about the history of lumberjacks in Canada and it was through this that I developed a weird crush on old timey lumberjacks and if that isn't the most oddly specific Canadian thing about me then I don't know what is.

#im convinced learning about that stuff is why im so keen on the fantasy of meeting some random hot and burly dude in the woods #those damn lumberjacks and their stupid flannel shirts and trousers with the suspenders #there's a folk song called the log driver's waltz and its a whole mood #like yeah give me that rugged man of the canadian forests #in all seriousness that book was legitimately fascinating

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aatamiii · 1 year

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@festkonfekt tagged me in a thing about 5-6 recent favourite songs or something

Last time this happened, I kinda forgot to "do it later" soooo

Time to submit myself to the mortifying ordeal of being known I guess

1. ROMCOM - Jakey

Yeah the whole album is my 1# song atm, bite me about it

2. Kings and Queens of Wasteland - Jukio Kallio

Ough,.,..

3. SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE - Tyler, The Creator

I really like I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE because of that one clip where he's surprised the crowd actually knows the lyrics

4. Drinking with My Headphones On - E-Dubble

This is a nostalgia pick and one of my favourites from E-Dubble. I love all the freestyle fridays on yt aswell

5. Rap Song Tutorial - Injury Reserve

I like the gimmick with the tutorial steps 🤷🏼

6. Hillside - Scuare

I like the chorus 🤷🏼

I could go on but the first draft of this was a lot longer because I just went off with my thoughts on the songs but i toned it down a bit, so I'll cut it off here.

Oh shit I gotta tag people or I'll be doing this tag game wrong ghhghh.. fucking uhh @colorlesspeacock @pannaani19 @kuuwitch no pressure, do it if you wanna.

Except for you two @kuningasmanaatti @koeputkitatti because I wanna knoww

And you were already tagged in this alongside me

#Spotify #tag game #this took me like 2 days #I'll ramble a bit in the notes too #ROMCOM is Jakey's first album and I think it's really good #his yt (NakeyJakey) is also good content #the rest of the nuclear throne ost is good too but that one song just stuck with me idk #also the composer is a japan-born finn so torille i guess 🤷🏼🇫🇮#the whole album from tyler is good and I also like IGOR and LUMBERJACK #alright im done #for now #I think I should come up with a tag for my posts so I can find them #mabye like uhh #PostAan #it's easy and also a pun

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sayitwithsarcophilus · 7 months

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Blacklisted from all LGBT+ book awards after someone figures out that my heartwarming and atmospheric novel of a trans woman's self-discovery through forestry among the majestic Pacific Northwestern landscape is just the plot of Monty Python's Lumberjack Song taken seriously.

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idyllic-ghost · 9 days

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title: What A Man (What A Mighty Good Man) pairing: idol!S.Coups x gn!reader genre: fluff, comedic, suggestive warnings: BSS drunk karaoke, second-hand embarrassment, pet names (pretty, babe, baby, etc.), alcohol mentions, mentions of explicit material, implied that reader is smaller than cheol (cheol can carry reader over his shoulder), reader has a bit of a lumberjack fantasy about cheol synopsis: Everyone knows you're down bad for Seungcheol, it's just extra obvious when you're drunk. wordcount: 2k taglist: @enhacolor, @shuabby1994, @junhui-recs, @dkakapizzaboy, @just-here-to-read-01, @loviehan, @userjunhuii, @novalpha, @bubblymoon, @aaniag, @d0nghyuck, @fantasy2wonderland, @seunghancore, @woozixo, @niktwazny303, @lllucere, @uniq-tastic, @wonwoospartyhat, @stariightjoyy, @hyneyedfiz, @cali-snow, @pearlygraysky, @crazywittysassy, @yeosayang

rating: 18+

a/n: idk why i wrote this, i was just listening to the song and then i got the idea- procrastinating on work is my biggest source of motivation for writing

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Seungcheol knew that tonight would end in chaos as soon as he saw the karaoke machine. Whoever thought it was a good idea to put in a karaoke machine in the living room area of the vacation home, was immensely wrong. He knew that at least a couple people in the group were going to start using it after a few drinks tonight, and luckily managed to get one of the bedrooms in the smaller cabins nearby instead of one in the main building. However, he didn't expect that one of the people who would hop on the karaoke machine would be you.

It was already getting late when Soonyoung, Seungkwan, and Seokmin had "discovered" the karaoke machine. One of the members, or maybe even one of their partners, had attempted to hide it under a blanket - to no avail, seeing as the three of them were able to sniff it out.

It all started with a solo from Seungkwan, which Soonyoung joined in on. Soon enough, the entirety of BSS was singing together once Seokmin had joined them. Once the song finished, everyone expected them to start singing again soon enough - but they didn't expect to hear your voice echo from the speakers.

Seungcheol sat in the corner of the room, talking to Joshua about how nice it was going to be to spend some quiet time alone with you, when he heard "Whatta Man" by Salt-N-Pepa and En Vogue start playing over the systems. At first, he thought nothing of it - maybe he was a little surprised that Soonyoung knew all of the words to the first verse, but there was nothing in particular that got his attention from his conversation. That was, until you started on the second verse.

"My man is smooth like Barry and his voice got bass. A body like Arnold with a Denzel face-"

Your voice was giggly, but you surprisingly managed to sing all of the words quite clearly . Joshua snorted as he looked up to the mini-stage that Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Seungkwan had made out of a few tables. Seungcheol didn't dare look up at first, but it was impossible to ignore your loud voice over the speakers. As soon as he lifted his gaze to meet yours, your face lit up. From your face, Seungcheol could tell that you were drunk - he could tell that you were very drunk from the way you danced as if no one was watching... despite everyone definitely watching.

"Yeah, the ritual, highway to Heaven. From 7 to 7, he's got me open like 7-11," you shouted into the microphone while pointing to him.

Soonyoung was on the floor, dying from laughter, Seokmin was staring at the lyrics on the screen, and Seungkwan was singing back-up vocals while you kept going. Eventually, Seungcheol excused himself from his conversation with Joshua to walk to the front of the room. While he only thought this was cute, he knew that you would be embarrassed as all hell in the morning. It was time to put this to a stop. Seungkwan had since taken over, while you were holding your arms over your head and moving your hips in circles - completely unaware of the eyes on you, despite the many whoop's and wolf whistles. When you saw him approach, you stopped what you were doing and bounced over to him.

"Seungcheollie~," you slurred directly into the microphone. "You're a mighty-mighty good man!"

"Uh-huh." Seungcheol looked up at you, holding his hands out to catch you in case you fell off the table you were standing on. "I think you're ready for bed, pretty."

"Noooo," you whined as your boyfriend managed to take the microphone from you. "The song isn't done yet..."

Seungkwan and Soonyoung were still singing, while Seokmin was still looking at the lyrics and shouting out words at random, and not paying attention to you anymore. With a sigh, Seungcheol put the mic down on the ground - though he couldn't hide his big smile as he looked back up to see that you had started dancing again. He managed to take ahold of you, grabbing your legs and putting your body over his shoulder.

"Cheollie, nooo..."

Seungcheol excused himself to the room of people, and didn't wait for their response before going away to the bedroom the two of you had picked out. To get you more comfortable before he carried out in the chilly night, he maneuvered you to sit with your legs wrapped around his waist. Your face naturally found its way to the crook of his neck, and he heard you let out a delighted sigh as he hugged you a little tighter. He managed to put on his slippers without looking - or at least he thought it was his slippers - and decided to leave your shoes there to be picked up in the morning.

"Comfy?" he asked.

You hummed in response, and Seungcheol opened the door to step outside. The walk to the cabin wasn't far but it was getting pretty cold outside, and you shivered in his arms.

"We'll get you in bed soon, baby," he cooed at you.

"Seungcheol," you said in a very serious tone - you definitely hadn't heard what he had just said.

"Yeah?"

"Why aren't you a lumberjack man?" You lifted your upper body up to look at him.

"Why am I not a what now?" Seungcheol laughed, doing his best to give you his attention while still keeping you off the ground. "A lumberjack man?"

"You're so strong- you can definitely carry wood for a living." You gripped onto his biceps. "And you'd have, like, a husky or something... not that Kkuma isn't cute, she should come with us too... and we'd live in the woods- I think it'd be very hot of you."

"Are you fantasizing about me as a lumberjack man?" He opened the door to the cabin and stepped inside. "I thought I already was a mighty good man."

"Oh, you are." As he set you down on the bed, you refused to let him go - your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close to you. "I just wanna watch you chop wood."

Despite you smelling of alcohol, Seungcheol pressed a kiss to your lips. His heart melted as he saw your big smile when he pulled away. As if his kiss was the password for you to unlock your arms, you let him go. Your eyes stayed on Seungcheol as he walked around the room, preparing for the night. He went into the bathroom to grab the painkillers you had brought and when he came back out, you were still looking at him. Your legs were crossed, leaning back on your arms, and your head was cocked to the side. As if he wasn't looking right at you, you looked him up and down - very obviously undressing him with your eyes.

"Babe," he said, interrupting your staring. "Get your pajamas."

"You're not going to undress me?" You pouted.

You were that kind of drunk. Seungcheol sighed and walked over to your bag, taking out your pajama pants and a t-shirt. While he was usually always intrigued whenever you tried to initiate something, tonight was not the case. You were almost too drunk to stand up straight, so no amount of complimenting his strong arms or fluttering your eyes at him was going to make Seungcheol give in. Still, he agreed to help undress you - and did so quickly, while you giggled as you tried to interrupt him.

Your hands never left his skin as he guided you around the room to get you ready for bed. After successfully getting you to brush your teeth, it was time for your skincare. He sat you down on the counter in the bathroom to help you, all the while you were feeling up his arms and shoulders. It was a little distracting, but Seungcheol put all of his energy to get your face clean. His hands were gentle as they traced the features of your face, and you closed your eyes in pure bliss.

"Maybe you shouldn't be a lumberjack man," you muttered.

"No? Why not?"

"Your hands are so gentle," you whispered, as if it was a secret.

You let go of his arms to start touching his hands instead. Seungcheol tried his best to keep your hands away from his own, but you were relentless. With your hands on top of his, you pressed them against your cheeks. They almost covered your entire face, but you didn't seem to mind.

"Soft hands," you muttered. "Wow, you're warm."

"Baby, just let me do the last step..." He sighed and removed his hands from you to pick up your face lotion. "You're a menace when you're drunk."

"Can you cuddle me when we go to bed?" you asked sweetly, ignoring what he had just said again. "I want to steal your warmth."

"Sure, babe." He looked up at you with a soft smile. "Now, close your eyes again."

Once you were tucked under the covers, he got you a glass of water. When you saw him, standing in front of you with a glass of water and looking tired, your eyes started tearing up. Seungcheol was quick to crouch down, putting the water on the bedside table, and reaching out to cup your face in his hands.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he cooed.

"You really are a good man," you mumbled with a pout. "Like- not just in the hot way."

Seungcheol hung his head down to hide his laugh from you. If you had seen him laughing at you, he knew that you'd take it as a personal attack. He looked back at you, trying to keep a straight face.

"You deserve the best, alright?" He let you go and picked up the glass of water again. "Now, drink up. I'll get you another glass for you to drink in the morning."

You nodded, tears still in your eyes over his sweet act, and started drinking. After putting painkillers and another glass of water on the bedside table by your side of the bed, Seungcheol got ready for bed. When he crawled into bed, minutes later, you were already half asleep. He kept his promise, and cuddled up next to you. You snuggled your head against his chest, and put your cold feet against his legs. Seungcheol froze up, but was careful not to make a sound as you were about to fall asleep. He knew that you were going to hate yourself in the morning, that you were going to ask him a million questions about what you had done, but now you looked so peaceful and he hoped that you could stay like that for as long as possible.

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Breakfast was set out in the living room of the main house, made by the few that weren't experiencing a hungover that morning. You walked in behind Seungcheol, wearing one of his hoodies with the hood pulled up and sunglasses sitting on the bridge of your nose to protect you from the strong sunlight. As soon as a few people saw the two of you, they started singing:

"Whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man!"

You groaned and reluctantly sat down by the table, apologizing to everyone that was there about your drunken behavior the night before. People started joking around about it and while you were embarrassed, you couldn't help but to laugh at their jokes.

"Seriously, Seungcheol, you should be proud." Chan said from beside you. "No sane person would ever get up on a table and sing that song like that to a person, if they weren't down bad for them."

You slapped Chan's arm lightly, but you knew it was true. Choi Seungcheol was a mighty good man, and you were 100% down bad for him.

#svt #svthub #kvanity #seventeen #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop writer #svt fluff #fanfic #seungcheol smut #seventeen seungcheol #seungcheol #seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol #seungcheol fluff #bee buzzed εїз✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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blackberryjambaby · 2 years

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so my dad has a playlist with songs that would be ok to play at his funeral and i shit you not man or muppet is on there. so is you snuck your way right into my heart from fucking phineas and ferb 😭😭

#rj speaks #i cant believe him #other notable mentions: lumberjack song by monty python. hold my beer by trace adkins. and rock and roll all nite by kiss #this man is crazy #the playlist is 27 songs long

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pellucid-constellations · 7 months

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Hey!!! I just finished reading song of Achilles and I have been crying for the better part of the last hour while reading, hence in serious need of some Bucky comfort. So how about college or lumberjack Bucky (cuz they’re my favorites) who don’t really understand the whole fuzz over books but still holding his girl while she sobs her chest out out about a book (you can change the book of you want), hot tears down her face, ugly crying yknow?

It’s okay if you don’t want to :)) Have a great day 💕💕💕

Pairing: lumberjack!bucky x reader (can be read separately from undisclosed, but also a little reference to it)

A/n: Okay sooo this was so sweet and I had to write a drabble for it!! All this angst I've been writing needs some comfort! :)

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He hears the crying first.

It’s a terrible sound that constricts his chest each time it meets his ears. Bucky would like to consider himself partially responsible for your tears becoming a rare occurrence, so when he hears them, he experiences an array of emotions—fear, panic, a twisted sort of heartbreak.

At the front door of his home, Bucky strains his ears to confirm what he’s already dreading. Because maybe you weren’t crying. Maybe you were sick? That wasn’t much better, but at least it was a more concrete issue.

When he hears the tissue box and the loud meow from Alpine—the closest thing to concern he’d ever heard from a cat—Bucky doesn’t even take his coat off before he’s barreling into your bedroom.

You startle, puffy eyes darting up to him as he takes up space in the small room.

And he’s devastated. You hadn’t looked like that in a long time, all tear-stained cheeks and frazzled hair. Bucky considers the multitude of reasons you could be so upset, but then decides it doesn't matter. Not when you’re looking at him like that.

“Oh, honey,” he coos. His socks make soft sounds on the carpet as he walks over to you, but the action only sends more tears down your face. Bucky could collapse. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

You don’t say much at first, opting to bury your face into his chest the second he makes contact with the bed. It’s too warm in here for the amount of clothes he’s wearing. Bucky doesn’t really care. You keep crying—Bucky keeps running his fingers through your hair.

Each sob that leaves your lips sounds more broken than the last, breaking Bucky down bit by bit. He wants to fix this, make it better, but Bucky has never been good with words. He’d been trying, for you. He will try now.

“Tell me what happened, sweet girl?” he mumbles into the skin of your temple, lips hesitant to leave your skin. He was always better with physical communication. He was also the best at loving you like this.

Your breathing gets choppy as you try to calm down. Shallow puffs of air meet the stitching of his sweater, and he rocks you as a way to coax a more steady pattern into your lungs. Even though he was wrought with panic, you were okay. Bucky had you, so you were okay.

“He—he died, Buck,” you eventually choke out. “He died and then there was no—there was nothing—” your words cut off again as more tears soak his chest.

“Who?” he stresses, although his tone doesn’t give that away. “Who, honey? Someone you know?”

“No,” you sob. The sound knocks the air from Bucky’s lungs.

Taking inventory in his head, that means all of his friends are safe, all of your friends. It means your awful family is alive as well, and while that doesn't matter much to him, at least he knows it isn’t the source of your strife. But the pain in your voice, the way you were limp against him and fighting for air.

Bucky couldn’t understand.

“Tell me who. What has you so sad, hm?” he tries, voice dropping into an even gentler tone.

You dig your fingers into Bucky’s jacket, pulling away after a moment. Bucky reaches for you, trying to chase your figure because he wasn’t done trying to make this better, he needs to make you better. But then you slap something into his lap and he’s confused again.

“Them,” you all but sob, turning back into the material of his jacket.

Bucky wraps an arm around your shoulders as he inspects the book on his thighs. He’s still lost, but your crying has morphed into sniffles so he asks, “What was that, sweet girl?”

He’s packing it on with the endearments, but seeing you like this is brutal.

“In the book,” you explain. “They were so in love. And then he died. And afterwards—Bucky it was awful.”

Oh.

A book.

This is manageable, to Bucky. You’re not in pain and he can handle this.

He hauls you closer into his chest. You shuffle until your frame is enclosed by his. Bucky’s size had always been something he found inconvenient until you came into his life. Because after that, he found it was good at making you feel safe. A way to protect you from anything.

Even… a book?

Surely a book.

“Hey, it’s alright, I got you,” he hums.

“Never die,” you whisper, and Bucky's mouth twists uncomfortably.

“I won’t.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes #lumberjack!bucky #undisclosed #asks

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yns-world · 8 months

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Idol Worship

Pairings: Cyberpunk 2077 Men x Fem!Idol!Reader

Context: You’re a hyper feminine idol with a cutesy, girlie concept. As a Night City celebrity, these are some headcanons of your life with the men.

A/N: Y/S/N = Your Stage Name

Jackie Welles: You and Jackie had been dating for a year before your rise to fame, and have been going strong ever since. He supported your music dreams from the start, and you’ll always see him as your first fan, as well as your biggest fan (both literally and figuratively). When you started booking bigger venues and had appearances on TV shows, Jackie became worried that you’d leave him for some Hollywood slick, since that’s what everyone always did when they become famous, but you reassured him that’d you’d never leave him since he was the only one for you.

At the beginning of your stardom, you had decided to keep your romantic life personal as to keep Jackie away from all of the fame but that proved to be difficult when you had a known stalker on your tail. This stalker followed you everywhere and caused you countless restless nights. The situation had gotten so bad that he broke into your hotel one night, but thankfully you had stayed out that night and weren’t inside when he broke in. After that incident, Jackie didn’t feel safe to have you out on tours by yourself.

That’s when you both decided that it would be best to publicize your relationship-- one, to keep weirdos at bay, and two, so that Jackie could be with you all of the time unapologetically.

Thankfully, the fans took to Jackie pretty well-- with the exception of your pervy fans, but you weren’t too concerned with them anymore since Jackie became an unofficial official bodyguard. There wasn’t a single picture of you where Jackie wasn’t also in it, either intentionally or unintentionally.

Concerts, TV showings, photoshoots, Jackie was always there next to you. You were able to convince your manager to hire Jackie as full-time secretary since he was able to prove himself much more useful than the lumberjacks that couldn’t stop a fly.

Johnny Silverhand: You had already made a name for yourself when you met Johnny, and your first meeting was at an elite club that’s only known to a select few. In the dark night club, Johnny’s body was pressed flush against yours and all you both could do was stare into each other’s eyes and sway to the pounding bass of the music. The chemistry was wild, and Johnny was hooked, but you left before the night was over, leaving him high and dry.

The next time he would see you would be on electric boards in the city, performing your latest song. That’s when he recognized you-- those eyes, those god forsaken eyes that reeled him in.

With a call to his manager and a few pulling of strings, Johnny was able to bring you into his home-studio on the pretenses of having you songwrite a song he’s been working on. Needless to say, that would be one of many “studio sessions”.

Within a month, Johnny found himself asking you to be his girlfriend, and you agreed. Johnny being Johnny, immediately wanted to publicize the relationship. To say the public was shocked was an understatement. A crazy metalhead dating the cutesy pop star? Do we need to alert the feds?

But when the paparazzi photos of the two of you spending quality time together were leaked, everything was finally clicking into place.

At first, you didn’t want your relationship to overshadow your career so you would regularly decline any commentary or showings that had anything to do with Johnny, but after a few deep, honest sit downs with him, you both agreed that you would be able to make this business-pleasure relationship work.

After a few months of dating, not only were you able to show up to public functions together but you both featured on songs together. Your bird-like voice and his scruffy voice complimented each other remarkably well, not to mention the mixing of such polar genres. The two of you would release some of your most popular music together.

A few examples would be “Strawberry Kisses - Johnny Silverhand feat. Y/S/N”, and “Make Daddy Proud - Y/S/N feat. Johnny Silverhand”.

Johnny’s influence would definitely inspire you to expand in both your concept and your music. You would be his muse, and he would be yours.

Viktor Vektor: As part of the industry, it’s common for idols to get cyberware and plastic surgery done to conform to societal beauty standards-- as the motto goes, “in Night City, looks are everything.”

In the beginning of your career, your manager needed you to get some cyberware done but knew you couldn’t pay for the high prices that legitimate surgeons required, so he introduced you to a man with less-than-honest credentials.

That’s where you met him. Viktor Vektor. A miracle worker based out of a dingy basement and faulty fluorescent lights.

He treated you like a princess and you were in love right then and there. His gentle touches on your face and most intimate parts made you swoon.

Your manager had sent Viktor a list of procedures he wanted, but Viktor only consulted with you on what you wanted, no more and no less.

After the first consultation, you were hooked, and the feeling was mutual. You would check in at least monthly, and would find any reason to give him a call just to hear his voice.

By the time he had finally asked you out, you both were so used to sneaking around that it was silently agreed upon to not publicize this relationship. Maybe it was taboo, with the age gap and career choice, but it was love. And to you both, that was all that mattered.

And thanks to Viktor’s connections in the industry, you were quick to become the face of high fashion and runways. Always equipped with the latest cyberware, your tech upgrades were trendsetters, with influencers and celebrities alike flocking to imitate your work. But your tech was always one-of-a-kind, that’s what Viktor vowed to do from the moment he met you. Every creation he creates for you is only for you. It’s custom-made for your body and mind, no one else’s.

Your looks had become so famous that there was a genre of cyberware named after you: Roseware, an homage to your pink and aesthetic gadgets.

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the epiphany

lilac, chapter twenty

a/n: I cannot believe that this series is done! thank you, everyone, for coming along for the ride, hope you enjoyed it as much as i did writing it ♡

summary: “…you don’t have to stay here anymore… you could go live anywhere you’d like.”

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, kissing, love confession, swimming in a lake, frolicking in nature and shit, piggybacks

word count: 1227

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Staring up at the twisted metal of the headboard, lazily tangled in the soft linen of the sheets, Frank’s arm was curled around your neck, his bicep in a way becoming your pillow as his fingertips stretched down to draw feathery patterns across the softness of your breast.

The morning sunlight softly streamed in through the sheer curtains, a gentle bird song sounding from just the other side of the glass as you tilted up your head to look at Frank as he spoke.

“…you don’t have to stay here anymore…” his gaze was directed at the ceiling as he said, “you could go live anywhere you’d like. You could go back to New York now if that’s what you want. Nothing’s stopping you anymore, you could go home.”

Nodding gently at his words, you uttered, “I know I could, but I don’t want to anymore,” sitting up in bed, Frank’s palm lingered at your waist as you found his eyes, “things have changed, I’ve changed, Frank,” a roiling furnace suddenly ignited and crackled within you, “I don’t wanna go back to New York anymore. I wanna stay here, with everyone, with you,” your words now left your lips with an air of desperation as your tone grew sharper, “I don’t wanna leave Dunbrook and I especially don’t wanna leave you, I love you, I–…” your babbling came to a screeching halt as you realised what truth you’d just uttered. Feeling breathless a moment, your eyes grew as you retraced your steps, “I–… I–… I love you,” a bubble of airy laughter then tumbled out of your lungs as your eyes once again locked with his, “I love you.”

Raising himself up to a seat as well, the sheets tumbled down his bare chest as he seized the sides of your face and pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours.

He had kissed you plenty of times before, but this somehow felt different. Maybe it was the overwhelming high of love chemicals coursing through your veins just doing its trick and making you feel as if he was kissing every nerve ending on your body, perhaps it was something else entirely.

But as he eventually withdrew only to stare back at you in complete and utter awe, you couldn’t stop yourself from pleading, “oh, please say something. You can’t just kiss me like that and then go silent. You gotta say something–”

“Y/n,” his molten timbre washed over you and warmed you to your very core, “I love you too.”

Feeling tears begin to blur up your vision, you sniffled, “yeah?”

Sweeping his thumb across your misty cheekbone, his own gaze swiftly grew glossy as he echoed, “yeah.”

“You sure you don’t wanna tell me where we’re going?” you leaned in and pressed your cheek against the side of his head as he continued to stride forth around the lake with you clutched to his back like a sleepy child at an amusement park.

“Nope,” he suddenly stopped, “because we’re here,” and gently sat you back down onto your feet.

It took you a second you figure out where you were, but when you followed his eyeline, the pieces slowly began to fall into place.

Exhaling slowly, “Frank…” you blinked up at the recognisable wide tree with hearts and initials scratched in and marked all along the thick trunk.

“You remember when you told me about this? How you always wanted to carve into it yourself?”

“Yeah, but Frank, we don’t have to,” you glanced back at him with a soft smile, “I mean, that was just a silly little childhood fantasy, like wanting to go to space or slay a dragon or something,” but when he didn’t offer you a reply and instead just conjured a small pocketknife, folding it out and extending it for you to grasp, a tender chuckle bubbled out of you, “wow… you really do love me,” accepting the small blade, you stepped up over the protruding roots and searched for a blank spot of bark. When you found a small area on the trunk just above your head, you then began to scratch the first letters of both of your names in, joined them with a small plus sign as well a slightly wonky heart encasing it all. When you were halfway through, you felt Frank’s presence come up behind you as his palms closed in around your waist and soft pecks began to bloom all along your shoulder. With the chicken scratches complete, you admired them a second, folding the pocketknife back up before you leaned back into Frank’s weight and giggled, “so what’s next?” you slid the knife back into his pants, “are you gonna take me to a playground and help me heal my inner child even more?”

Letting out a short laugh, “yeah, you never know,” he placed one last kiss just below your earlobe before his warmth suddenly disappeared.

Turning around to face him, you saw as he suddenly began to shed his clothes with a playful smirk on his lips. Chuckling lightly in amused confusion, you halted yourself from enquiring what exactly he was getting at when he slowly began to wander closer to the shiny lake, letting his clothing drop to the forest floor as he neared.

Your mouth blissfully dropped open a second before you too began to mirror his actions, undoing your buttons and peeling off your garb, stripping till nothing covered you at all.

He was already knee-deep in the water when you dipped a toe in. Swiftly sucking in a sharp breath, only your feet managed to get wet before you exclaimed, “oh my god, it’s freezing!” and ran back onto shore.

Reacting quickly, Frank whooshed after you, “oh, no you don’t,” caught you with one of his long arms and dragged you back, “get in here.”

“No! No!” you giggled as he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, marching with you deeper into the lake, “Frank! It’s too cold!”

When the water finally reached his ribs, he swung your fluttering form back down and held you close to his chest. As you sucked in bubbly breaths, you tangled your legs around his hips and your arms behind his neck.

So, perhaps freezing was a bit of an overstatement. It wasn’t that cold. Now that you were in it completely, it actually wasn’t that bad and became more and more pleasant the longer you soaked.

Feeling him shift his grip on you, supporting your floating weight with a wide palm on each side of your bottom, your laughter slowly faded away as you gazed back into Frank’s eye, letting yourself get swallowed by the deep coffee irises sparkling back at you before your lips promptly crashed against his, kissing him, nay, devouring him, your teeth briefly caught his plump bottom lip and made him groan lowly.

Tightening your locked limbs around his burly frame, your boobs smooshed up against his chest as his tongue danced across yours. His fingers flexed and dug into the curve of your ass just before you eventually parted ways, leaving just a sliver of hot air for you to share.

Breathlessly, you rested your forehead against his and uttered, “you and me…”

“Yeah,” his sturdy nose tenderly nudged against yours as he vowed, “you and me…”

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Sugar Sweet Tongue

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Reader

summary: Sweet little Y/n has caught the eye of the local lumberjack, and he gives her a lesson or two in tonguing and kisses (requested by anon)

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Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“H-Henry stop, y-you’re being bad!” Y/n whimpered pushing down the skirt of her purple uniform, Henry growling as his hands cupped her warm pussy as Y/n’s head popped out of the toilet to check if any more customers had come in. “Ya ever had someone touch ya like this sugar?” Henry whispered, rubbing her clit through her underwear, his other hand greedily groping her tits.

Y/n shook her head, clamping her thighs together to get rid of his eager hands, both of them breaking apart as soon as the bell of the entrance rang out meaning a new customer had entered the sweet shop. Rushing out of the staff toilets Y/n walked out as normally as possible, trying to ignore the tingly itch rising down below. One of her regulars, Mrs.Gorman had come in looking for her usual lemon soothers. Her new older boyfriend now stuck hiding out in the back, but what else was new?

(7 weeks ago)

“Hi, welcome to Sweets Truly, Mr. Lumberjack!” Y/n gleamed looking up at the big gruff Henry towering over the counter, his hand throwing down five peppermints along with a two dollar bill. “W-would you like a receipt?” Y/n stuttered holding out the bill of paper, shocked as she felt his rough hands hold her face up to him. “so so pretty, might keep ya all to myself”

And off he went, without missing a beat, the bell of the door causing Y/n to shake herself out of it. The odd man had come in at least thrice that week, and it was only Tuesday, had he a weird addiction to peppermint? Over the next few days he had come in as usual, getting his fill of mints, offering her a different nickname each time.

Inexperienced and naive, Y/n couldn’t help but feel herself whimper every time he looked at her direction, sending a wink, and smirking every time he saw her clench her thighs together. It got to a point where Y/n asked her sweet grandparents for extra shifts just so she could get that feeling again. So one night after closing, she found herself walking down the town’s street just after 9pm, hugging her coat closer to her dress clad body, she felt nerves as she neared the bar filled with rowdy men.

This was the one reason why she hated closing.

“Oh hey pretty lady, where are you off to tonight?” She heard a slurred voice say behind her once she speed walked past the loud bar, a strike of panic rising through her chest as she heard footsteps gaining on her. It’s hard to run in Mary Janes, so Y/n starts to pick up the pace, when all of a sudden a thick arm wraps around her shoulders; tucking her into someones side as they both walked quickly.

“P-please don’t hurt me” Y/n whimpered feeling her eyes start to wet with tears, her hands clutching tightly to her pink cherry purse, containing nothing but extra sweets she wanted to bring home. “Jus’ keep walkin’ sweets, you’ll be okay” She heard that same voice whisper, she knew that voice, she craved that voice.

“M-Mr. Lumberjack?” She whispered, wiping away stray tears with the back of her hand, his hand slowly rubbing up and down her arm softly as they made their way to her house. Both of them walking in a comforting silence, his arm not leaving her shoulders until they arrived in front of the small cottage settled at the bottom of the lane.

‘It all makes sense’ Henry thought looking at the colourful display of flowers surrounding the house, even the vines on the house were spouting red roses and the wind chimes did nothing but play songs. “T-thank you Mr.Lumberjack” Y/n smiled looking up at the grouchy looking man, her sweet smile not faltering once as he just nodded, her mind going blank as he leant down and pressed a wet kiss to her lips. Her eyes left dazed as he pulled away, her tongue left out in the open as a string of saliva connected it with his.

“W-what was that? Did you just k-kiss me sir? Never gotten a kiss before,”

“n’ how’d my kiss feel honey?”

“it felt nice” Y/n whispered twirling on her toes like a schoolgirl, she felt so rebellious, never in her life had she connected so much with a man in such a short period of time in all the 20 something years of her life.

“Yeah? felt good sugar? You’re so adorable ya going to give me a toothache, n’ i’m too old for toothaches sugar. But I want one so bad” He growled bending down to her height, their noses touching as he softly nuzzled them together making her giggle. “Here you go then! I wanted to save them for later, but I won’t miss one!” Y/n gushed rushing to open her purse, handing him a strawberry sucker, but it was already opened.

“Oh wait, i-i’ve started that one. Let me get you-”

“S’okay sugar I want your one, wanna taste it” He winked taking it out of her smaller hands, and shoving it into his mouth, using his hands to motion for her to go inside already as he watched by the front fence.

After all this time, she still didn’t ask how he knew where her house was

(2 Days later)

“M-Mr. Lumberjack!” Y/n squealed seeing the same grump walk into the store in the early afternoon, his body clad in work jeans, a white vest and a red plaid over-shirt. She watched as he grabbed a few peppermints and headed to the till, his eyes trained on her every single move.

“Do you get a break?” He asked out of the blue,

“Uh y-yes, in about 10 minutes or so until my cousin gets here!” She smiled bashfully, already screaming yes in her head to the invite she was yet to receive. “Good” Within minutes Y/n had taken off her apron, and had her soft hands clutched onto Henry’s forearm as they strolled down the town’s quietest streets.

“N’ then Mrs Gorman came in, she’s the sweetest thing and she said-“

“Sweets, for a small mouth you sure are chatty” Henry chuckled pulling her along until they reached a secluded part of the park, both of them sitting onto a bench as Y/n just pouted crossing her arms, dramatically twisting her head to look out at the river in front of them. “Ey look at me, sugar, don’t be like that, wan see your purty self” His hand tugged on her chin forcing her to look at him, the sunlight shining down heat on both of them.

“B-but you think i’m annoying and talkative” Y/m huffed leaning forward, her head landing on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist, strategically moving her to straddle his lap; the poor woman not seeing how their position was so compromising. “Did you hear those words come outta my mouth?”

“Well no but-“

“Then I don’t think ‘em”

“Can I ask one more question?” Y/n said adorably, batting her eyelashes at him as her fingers fiddled with the empty chain sitting around his bulgy neck. “Go on” He urged pushing back some of the hair that had fallen to her face, tucking it behind her ear and letting hid hand slip down to her exposed shoulder to settle on her waist.

“C-can I have a-another kiss? ‘Been practicin n’ i wanna-“

“Practicing? Practicing with fuckin’ who?” He growled furrowing his brows, his knees that were bouncing stopping. “O-oh no one! Jus’ wanna kiss you but- but I saw this thing online where you can practice with your hand-“

“Your hand? Jesus sugar, don’t scare me like that. Thought you were lipsing some bastard” Henry sighed leaning his head back, smiling at the thought of the woman in his lap practicing kissing for him, wanting to please him so badly. “No never! I-I like your lips, n’ wanna kiss ‘em, if you’ll let me sir” She said shyly, her eyes looking anywhere but his,

“Go on baby, kiss me” He whispered watching as her hands cupped his face, her lips attaching onto his softly, taking his bottom lip in between hers sucking it softly. Henry’s lips softly puckered kissing her back lightly almost as if she’d break, until he felt her tongue poking through his lips, so he decided to play a little game.

Keeping his tongue flat, he smiled to himself as he felt hers wander about his mouth looking for his tongue, tasting her cola lollipop that she had earlier on.

“No fair! Where’s your tongue, jus wanna give you a kissy and you don’t wanna” Y/n grumped bouncing on his lap in protest, her hands cupping his face slightly tighter. “You’re just too cute sugar, jus wan’ to play a little” He whispered bringing her back in for a kiss, his tongue now dominating her mouth; her whimpers and moans filling the air as he felt her start to slowly grind on his lap.

“Woah woah honey what are ya doin?” He laughed pulling back just enough to look down and see her hips rolling against his softly, her cheeks hot with embarrassment.

“m’sorry i-it feels too good” She whimpered pulling up the skirt of her dress unashamedly, showing the damp spot collecting on her white cotton underwear. “C-can you do something about it Henry? Please?” She whined kissing tiny kisses up his neck, feeling his breath quicken, which made her smile. He clearly liked her too and she was smart enough to see that.

“Sorry bun, m’ gonna save that for when you’re my woman”

“Then make me your woman already! Ask me to be your g-girlfriend or whatever” Y/n whimpered wiggling her hips his, feeling the lust starting to take over. “Really? you wanna be my woman? Sleep in my bed with me every night, wake up in my arms, kiss me goodbye for work and let me work on that sweet pussy of yours?” He whispered kissing her nose, “Mhm! I do I do” She whined, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks at his choice of vulgar words, words that had always been forbidden in her house.

“Save it for the wedding baby, save it for the wedding”

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