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taeilskitty · 3 years

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Hii

I noticed your request is open

I'd like to request celibate doyoung smut with arranged marriage au!

Would appreciate it if you could add a lot of nipple play!

Thanks!

Thank you so much for the request!! I really enjoyed writing this so I hope it was good enough. Enjoy love <33

You hadn’t known Doyoung for long.

He was nice enough, he was respectful and pretty funny, good company too. It wasn’t such an issue that you were going to have to be together for, well, ever.

Forever is a long time. In all honesty you’d always dreaded your wedding day because you knew there was no chance of marrying someone you actually loved; that’s a fantasy you knew you’d just have to live out in your next life. But the first time you were introduced to your future husband, you realised that maybe, just maybe, you could make the most of it.

You weren’t best friends by any means, let alone lovers, but at least you were on the same boat. Both living with parents who had a plan since before you were even born, a prophecy they’d already written out for you. Whatever.

Maybe the knowledge of your fate was the reason for it, but you were never overly concerned with love. Of course you wanted it, but you’d learned to be your own person too. And that was great. Doyoung had once admitted that he was relieved about that; “I was worried you’d be disappointed,” he’d told you, “because I can’t do… any of that.”

It sort of warmed your heart. He was fairly open with you, and for that reason was sure not to cross any of your boundaries. You liked that about him. You could certainly get used to seeing his face everyday. And honestly it helped that he was… really fucking hot.

Your wedding was actually really nice, what with all things considered. You made the most of the celebrations and he seemed really calm as opposed to you who was frankly scared shitless. His family liked you, your family liked him, and most importantly you liked each other - or at the very least you tolerated each other.

“I can’t believe you’re my husband,” you laughed once it was all over. “Thank you for making the day a little less scary.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Y/N. Honestly.”

You smiled at Doyoung and looked back out across the moonlit sky. It was proving to be an emotional night, a surreal one at that.

“Before we met I was scared you’d be some creep, like, a total weirdo.”

“You seriously think your parents would let someone treat their kid like shit?” Now he was the one laughing; you both knew your parents were a lot of things, but they’d never want to see you get hurt.

“Okay, fair,” you agreed, and turned back to face him. “I’m surprised they didn’t dump me with someone crazy ugly though.”

Doyoung smirked. “Oh?” His eyes darted away momentarily. “So you do like me. Huh.”

Something told you he was only half kidding, but the giddiness in your gut made you wonder if this was the feeling all the blockbuster romance movies tried to convey. You weren’t in love. But you sure were glad it was him next to you right then.

“Don’t get so cocky.” He gasped sarcastically in response to your playful rejection. “I’ll put up with you.”

“I give it a week before you’re head over heels in love with me.”

Standing up, he looked back sort of expectantly.

“You wish. I think you just want me to be in love with you.”

“You’re married to me,” Doyoung scoffed. “C’mon. Let’s head inside.”

You stood up and looked at him for a moment. He still had that glint in his eye that suggests something isn’t quite right, like he’s waiting for something.

His beauty is… almost unfair. There’s no way your parents’ taste in men was this good, especially when picking some guy out for you. It made no sense - how was he so attractive? You knew it wasn’t just the light because, let’s face it, anyone can see how hot he is.

You sighed, and you shook your head when he asked if something’s wrong.

Doyoung placed a hand on your shoulder. He seemed far more nervous than he did before, particularly when you stepped in just a little closer. He could practically feel your breath mixing with his; your lips almost brushing against each other.

“What?” You ask when he breaks eye contact. “Never kissed anyone before?”

“Actually, no…” He let out a nervous chuckle. “I wanted to wait till I was married. It just feels weird that now I am…”

You weren’t sure why this shocked you, but it kind of made sense. Of course he’d waited, he was so angelic. Not even necessarily innocent by any means, and honestly it wouldn’t have bothered you if he’d slept with 1 or 100 people before. But somehow this made him… cuter?

You vowed not to laugh. You wanted to, not because it was funny or anything, but because it was just kind of endearing. You smiled at him.

“That’s okay, I’m no expert at it.”

Doyoung was silent for a second, but he looked back down at you with confidence in his eyes.

“My parents made a good choice with you.”

The space between your lips finally closed.

Despite having no experience, Doyoung knew how to draw whines out of you and kiss you in a way that sent butterflies to your stomach. He tugged on your bottom lip and held you with just enough force to make you feel the perfect amount of helplessness. It came naturally. The kissing, the touching, the clothes coming off. He even took the time to admire your body. How the fuck did he get so perfect?

“You’re really gorgeous, Y/N…” he muttered against the skin of your neck, your hands wandering into his hair. “I’m so glad we found each other.”

“Mmh-” A gentle moan escaped you when he grazed his teeth over your sweet spot. “You’re - you’re so hot.”

Doyoung chuckled a little bit and lay back on your now-shared bed. You’d clambered on top of him nervously, adrenaline coursing through your body, excitement chasing after it. He couldn’t hide how hard he was, not in those boxers - and there was no way you could ignore how big his cock felt strained against you.

“I - are you okay with this?” He asked, pulling away for a moment. The look in his eyes was sincere.

You nod. “God yes.”

That’s when he pulls you back into the depths of his kisses and hisses when your hand tugs at his boxers. He’d waited so long for this moment, and it was happening with someone he couldn’t believe he was so lucky to marry. The pair of you were nervous of course, but the mutual understanding you had was enough. The fact that Doyoung had already asked if you were comfortable made you want him even more for some reason.

“Ride me,” he breathed. “Please.”

Doyoung’s cock felt so fucking good. It stretched you perfectly, which hurt a little more than you’d like to admit but the feeling of him inside you just felt… wow. He threw his head back as you moved on him slowly.

“God, fuck, keep doing that baby,” he moaned.

Baby. The pet name sounded incredible coming from him.

“Yes sir,” You mocked, but the way he cursed under his breath when you said that told you he was into it. “Oh you want me to call you that, don’t you?”

“Shut up.” He was blushing just a little, and brought your lips to his again. “Don’t try and tease me, I can’t take it. Not this time. Seriously.”

Something in Doyoung’s voice sounded desperate. You wanted to taunt him so badly, but despite the fact that he’d never done this before, it made you wince with pleasure to think of all the things he could do to you when you get more comfortable with sex. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed up and down your collarbones, bucking his hips up into you. He mentioned how tight you were, how good you felt around his cock and how bad he wanted to cum in you. The rasp in his voice sent you reeling, and you tried to reply but when he took your nipple into his mouth you almost started crying with pleasure.

“F-fuck!!”

It was one of the most incredible sensations, his tongue lolling around the bud paired with his cock deep inside you. The way his teeth nipped against the sensitive skin was enough to make you both cum. You felt… amazing. Clenching around his cock, you dug your nails into his back and whined far louder than you intended; a hand began to play with your other hardened bud and sent your mind into oblivion.

“So good…” He moaned, kissing along the width of your chest to switch sides. The sudden cold air against your spit-sodden nipple made you shudder but the coolness was a part of what made it feel so much better. Doyoung’s tongue flicked and played with you to an unconscious rhythm played by the fingers opposite, not at all in tune with his hips now snapping against you but fuck it felt good. He sort of whimpered, not in a submissive way but in a way that sounded overwhelmed with pleasure. He was clearly enjoying what he was doing, his cock buried in your hole and his mouth on your chest; it was like he’d dreamt of this moment. He’d never admit that he had, not yet anyway, but the anticipation leading up to him finally getting to fuck was a lot for him. As for you… you were no stranger to fantasising. You’d wanted sex for a long time. It felt so much better than you could have hoped; it sure helped that Doyoung actually took the time to focus on how you felt too, but really you were perfectly happy grinding on his huge cock alone.

It slowly built up. The friction was unbearably good. The sensation of his mouth against your chest, his hand gripping your waist for dear life, his cock sliding in and out of you -

“Fuck, fuck--”

You came, hard, clenching and panting and grabbing fistfuls of his hair as you did so. “That’s it,” Doyoung breathed, “cum for me baby.”

You rode your orgasm out on him and tried so hard not to let your entire body jerk with each thrust he made after you came, until finally he followed suit. He moaned into your skin and god, he sounded perfect. The noises that came from the man’s mouth were nothing short of beautiful. This was heaven, or at the very least Earth’s closest replica to it.

“Ah,” he panted, still inside you, allowing the both of you to come down from your high. “Thank you, love…”

“No, thank you,” you laughed. “That - I didn’t think it would feel so good.”

The smug look on his face was pretty hard for him to hide. “Hah. Well. Me neither, to be honest.”

The two of you looked into each other’s eyes once more and you just felt so comfortable. A kiss came so naturally once again, and you realised that maybe, just maybe, spending the foreseeable future together wouldn’t be so bad.

You hadn’t known Doyoung for long.

But it would be a lie if you said you couldn’t see yourself falling for him.

#eeeek im nervous to post this idk why #i hope you like it <3 #anon #req #doyoung smut #doyoung au #doyoung scenarios #nct smut #nct au #nct ff #nct 127 smut #nct 127 ff #kpop smut

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honeytae · 3 years

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I’ll just be your hot new assistant for the day.

hi lovies! i have to apologize in advance because this is kinda sort of a mess lol. like, it started out as one thing and then i added a million more scenes than i needed to. but oh well, it’s super cute. enjoy the fluffiest of fluff with our dearest seokjinnie <3

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters genre: fluff

word count: 2.3k

Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee-

“Ugh.”

Grunting as you withdrew your arm from where you’d had to stretch to silence your blaring alarm, you turned in Seokjin’s hold, the man’s slacked arms easy to manipulate from around your torso.

In your new position, you could see every resting feature in the soft glow of your bedroom; every effortlessly beautiful one.

You had the best view of everything from right here, mere inches from his face. The way his soft eyelashes rested on his cheeks, and oh his cheeks. In their resting position, the apples of his cheeks looked plump and ready for impending smooches, which you were more than willing to give.

With a small sigh, you shifted your eyes to trace over the center of his face, admiring the natural beauty there as well. It was hard not to look, with the slope of his nose highlighted by a slight shadow from where your curtains were only slightly drawn, the glimpse of sunlight filtering in making his skin glow gold compared with the white pillow his plush cheek smushed up against in his slumber.

His pretty pink lips were parted only the tiniest bit in a small pout, practically begging to be kissed as quiet puffs of air escaped past them.

It should be illegal for someone to look so beautiful in the morning. Especially when you had to leave for work within the hour.

Deciding to cave into your desires, you laid a hand down on the mattress, gently leaning toward his sleeping figure to peck his resting lips with your own. They were just as soft and tempting as they’d looked, not a chapped section of skin to be felt as his velvet lips rested against yours.

Pulling back slightly, you examined his features, satisfied that he hadn’t stirred from the action and going in for another quick peck. This time, his lips twitched beneath your touch before pushing back in a pursed pucker, the man sleepily responding to your kiss with one of his own.

You pulled back with a giggle at the change of events, your boyfriend’s eyes squinting back at you as you admired his freshly awoken swollen eyes.

“Good morning.” He rasped, eyelids falling shut again before he comically pried them open with a swipe of his fingers on the soft skin underneath his eyes.

“Morning. Sorry I woke you up.” You said, brushing some of his hair down to his scalp as he hummed in response.

He’d been growing his hair out recently, which you were most definitely a fan of. And perhaps your favorite part of him growing his hair out so much was the wild bed head you were met with each morning.

“I’m just that tempting, love, hm?” He smiled a bit, the smugness in his tone making you roll your eyes before setting your head on his chest, shaking in a bout of laughter.

“Tempting is maybe the wrong word.” You smirked, the man’s laughter increasing at your fight back on his attempt to tease you.

Lifting your head from his chest at the sound, your heart seemed to do backflips at the vision of him giggling up on his pillow. The apples of his cheeks that were resting only minutes ago were now lifted into his eyes, tiny little crescents that glittered in the slivers still visible.

Staring as he sighed, you watched as his features relaxed back into where they naturally sat.

“I can’t complain. I woke up with a beautiful woman on top of me.” He smiled, making you squint with your lips pursed as you tried to hide the effect his words had on you.

“Charmer.” You shook your head, the motion halting as Seokjin’s hand suddenly cupped your jaw.

“I’m so lucky to wake up with the most beautiful woman every single day.” He said, his tone more serious as he instilled that fact into you.

There was no doubt you’d been feeling a bit inadequate lately, in every area more than just one in particular. Seokjin, the doting lover he is, didn’t have to announce that he’d noticed. The look in his eye told you he knew.

“What about when you’re away?” You teased, the man effortlessly brushing off your attempt at deflection from the topic at hand.

“Then I wake up with the most beautiful woman on my mind.” He hushed, laying your head down on his chest again with a gentle force of his palm, lacing his fingers through your hair and soothing your bedhead with a hummed exhale.

At peace, your eyes began to start closing again, nearly falling back into much-needed sleep as you nuzzled your cheek back into the man’s warm chest.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The second round of blaring was all to be registered as you blearily sat up off of him, both of you groaning at the disruption of the peace and quiet you’d built within the apartment.

“I guess I need to get up.” You sighed, frowning when you felt Jin’s arms latch around your torso a bit tighter than their loose hold previously.

“Jinnie, I need to get up.” You said more definitely, turning your face back toward him to emphasize your seriousness.

At your words, Seokjin tightened his grip around you again, chuckling a bit into your shoulder when you scoffed at him.

“I’m gonna be late, Jin. And it’s going to be your fault.” You informed him, glancing at the time displayed on your digital clock with a huff. You were cutting it way too close.

“Blame it on me. Say that you have the most handsome man in the world in your bed right now and can’t afford to leave him for the day.” He mumbled, the narrative making you chuckle with a shake of your head.

“Can’t do that. There has to be a legitimate reason.” You raised your eyebrows to emphasize your point, the man humming in mock thought as his eyes squinted slightly at you.

“I thought that was a pretty legitimate reason. How about I just come with you then?” He proposed, a knowing smirk on his face as your eyes squinted back at him, an attempt at analyzing the sense out of what he just said.

“Come with me? To work?” You cocked your head to the side, the man nodding with another confirming hum as you giggled atop him.

“You can sneak me in, babe.”

“Don’t you think they’ll notice if you come with me?” You raised your eyebrows in amusement, Seokjin adamantly shaking his head to disagree.

“Nope. I’ll just be your hot new assistant for the day.”

At that, a loud laugh escaped you in the bedroom, a smile lifting Seokjin’s lips at the sound before he leaned up to nuzzle his nose against your temple, pouting as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Jinnie,” you called for his attention, listening to him hum again to let you know he’d heard you, “can you let me go get ready now?”

Feeling his arms loosen slightly around your frame, you practically made a run for it, met with a whine as you wriggled out of his slackened hold and sat on the edge of the mattress to boost yourself up from it.

You ignored his many mumblings as you left him alone in the bed, mumbling a curse of your own as your foot caught on your t-shirt from last night.

Finally stumbling your way into the bathroom, you rubbed the remaining bleariness out of your eyes, lids still heavy as they were hit with the bright fluorescents in the spacious room.

After swiping some of your hair back from your face, you made your way toward the shower, desire for warm water rushing down your back growing by the minute. With a haphazard grip on the faucet handle, you adjusted the temperature to just the right one in order to not burn your skin.

You’d done it one singular time in middle school and, frankly, you’d never recovered.

The feeling of the hot water being splashed onto your face was beyond refreshing, actively waking you up and getting you more mentally prepared for the shift you needed to work during the next several hours.

With only one yawn under your belt, you managed to make it through a six am shower, making sure to get properly woken up before you ventured out of your bathroom to begin the long day ahead.

Seokjin was sleeping again when you crept back into the bedroom in your towel, sprawled out on his back with his arms bent at the elbows to frame his head. The sight made you believe that he’d unintentionally fallen asleep while waiting up for you, something that was totally unnecessary but absolutely endearing.

Smiling a bit at the sight, you took a moment to appreciate it before approaching your wardrobe, picking out some appropriate clothing before slipping into some undergarments from your drawer.

Wrinkling your nose at the feeling of your wet hair soaking into your shirt, you made your way back into the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel to soak up the remaining water from your strands.

Would these early mornings ever get easier for you?

Exhaling as you grabbed your toothbrush, you rinsed the head before carefully squeezing a dollop of toothpaste onto the collection of bristles, letting it hover beneath the trickling faucet again before lifting it up to your mouth.

Closing your eyes as you began moving the stick in your mouth, the bristles gliding over each and every tooth as you nearly fell asleep standing up, you missed the way Seokjin rubbed at his eyes as he made his sleepy entrance into the bathroom.

You missed the way he smiled a bit as he watched you through the reflection, raising his eyebrows in a bit of a teasing manner as you opened your eyes to spit in the sink. Mouth still foaming from the toothpaste, you raised your eyebrows back at him, mumbling a muffled “what?” as he continued staring at you.

“I’m just admiring.” He shrugged, chuckling as you rolled your eyes before dipping your face down close to the sink to spit out the spare toothpaste that had gathered in your mouth.

Turning back to face the man, you smiled at him, the puffiness from sleep somehow making him cuter.

“Come here.” You cooed, holding your arms out at your sides for him to step into.

Shuffling along the tile, Seokjin eagerly followed your prompt, wrapping his limbs around your torso to hold you to him. Placing his forehead on your own, both of you let a content sigh escape your nostrils.

Puckering his lips out to you, you giggled as you tilted your head to place a pert kiss to his pout. He eagerly chased your lips when you tried to pull away, sliding his fingers into your hair to hold you secure.

The action would have been sweet if your hair hadn’t still been tangled and wet from your shower, the sting of your scalp from the slight pulling of his fingers getting caught in your hair making you wince against his mouth.

“Oh sorry, sorry, I’m sorry.” Seokjin apologized, rushing to soothe your head with a rub of his fingers as he pouted in concern at what had happened. Dismissing his apology with a laugh, you shook your head at him, jokingly tutting your tongue at the clumsy action.

“You okay?” He checked, making you chuckle as you nodded to assure him.

“Okay. Now, let me help you with this.” He gestured to your mess of tangled hair, reaching over to grab the paddle brush beside the sink before leading you over to the toilet with both hands on your shoulders.

Letting one hand leave your body, he lowered the toilet lid so that he could sit, pulling you down to sit between the spread ‘V’ of his legs with both palms on your hips.

“Tell me if I pull.” He mumbled, placing a careful hand on the crown of your head before slowly guiding the brush down through your knots.

Your eyes shut on their own accord as Seokjin soothed the brush through your hair, eliminating the knots with each stroke as his fingers smoothed over each brushed plait. You could tell he was being extra cautious to not tug on another knot, making you thankful that your back was to him so he couldn’t see the adoring grin on your face.

God, he was so lovable.

He was lovable as he hummed something under his breath behind you, he was lovable when he concentrated so hard on not pulling that he was no longer even speaking, he was lovable when he peppered kisses to the back of your head when he had finished.

“All done?” You wondered, the man humming again as a confirmation, smiling as you turned your neck to see him.

Seokjin was slightly more awake now, probably due to the dedication he’d put toward fixing your hair, and the corners of his lips pushed his cheeks up as he smiled at you.

“Thank you.” You said, leaning back to cup his jaw and direct his lips to yours in an appreciative gesture.

Going in for another before pulling away, your boyfriend guided you back to a standing position and turned you to face him with a pull of your hand, standing up himself with a squeeze of your appendages.

“Alright, now you finish up in here, I’ll start breakfast.” He directed, dropping a kiss to your forehead as you began protesting him not going back to bed.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I allowed you to go to work hungry?” He smirked, knowing he’d won the argument when you remained silent.

With a content ‘hmph,’ Jin began to exit the room, turning around to shoot you a wink before he disappeared behind the door frame.

The shuffling of his feet down the hall was soon followed by running water and clinks of pans, making you smile at the domesticity of the situation.

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princess-of-inarizaki · 3 years

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Heyow!~ Can I request a short manager with chubby cheeks where she is so cute. she can also swallow food in large bites which makes the team very excited and blush. oh yeah when she's annoyed his cheeks will flush too (like a tinker bell). I'm sorry this is a very strange request. You can go with inarizaki, seijoh and nekoma 😊

Chipmunk cutie, manager Chan!!

Ahhh I've missed writing manager Chan fics terribly and I hope this suffices for how much I love the boys.

Characters: Inarizaki, Seijoh, Nekoma

Warnings: mentions of railing

Inarizaki

So I'm sure the boys all portray this intimidating!! and scary!! image to people, but when they're with you, they're just full-on blushy softies.

Aran is just very very cuddly with you! He seems done™ like most of the time, but when you guys are together, he's always pinching your cheeks, and thinking you're SO adorable when you get mad at him for it.

Osamu just loves feeding anything he's made to you, because your cheeks puff up like the cutest little chipmunk, and oh God, his heart.

Atsumu is just constantly jealous because Osamu gets to feed you, and so he makes it his personal business to learn how to cook.

He's not like Osamu yet, and he's frankly given up wayyy more times than he can count, but one day, when he proudly brings you a bento he's made by himself, he feeds you and blushes😭💖

Kita is just very stoic and calm, and seems unreadable, but deep down inside, he's so soft for you, he loves the smallest things you do, and is very observant of you.

If you're ever in trouble, you can just count on Kita to come rescue you, and he never makes a big deal about it at all.

Your relationship with Suna is simply adorable! he likes teasing you, and seeing how the red blush on your face spreads. He also loves taking videos of it when that happens, and posting it on his Instagram, much to your dismay.

Although you find it embarassing, he just loves showing you off to the rest of the world, as his precious manager-chan.

Ginjima and Omimi are slightly awkward with you, since hey find you so delicate, like a little fairy, they're scared they might hurt you in some way or another, but after constant reassurance and kindness, they open up to you, and love you as much as the other team members.

The team genuinely loves you and care for you a lot, and they are extremely gentle and protective!

It's like, if another person were to ever hurt or even touch you?? Yeah they've got a whole team of volleyball monsters to worry about, with the rowdy Miya twins in the lead.

Needless to say, you're their fox cub, and they love and appreciate you beyond words.

Seijoh

Omigosh they are such crackheads asjsksk. Seijoh loves teasing you, but deep down, it's only because they love the reactions you give them.

Makki and Matsun low-key LIVE for your angry blushes. Especially when it's paired with your foot-tapping, they think you look like a tiny fairy, Tinkerbell to be more precise.

Iwaizumi is a little tsun tsun, we all know that. Kinda shy to show you affection, but he's ALWAYS protecting you from the teasing from the others.

What can I say? He likes being your hero, and especially when you give him an adoring smile and kiss his cheek as a thank-you? WORTH IT.

Oikawa pinches your cheeks every damn second, and whenever you complain, he reaches down and kisses them, saying “My kisses are magic, they ease the pain.”

This just causes you to get blushier, and obviously, your cheeks go redder, which causes Oikawa to swoon SO HARD.

THEY ALL LOVE taking you out for ramen, because you eat so much in one bite, your cheeks puff up and they all blush quietly because they find it adorable.

I'll bet Oikawa even comes to your house to get ready for the Seijoh Halloween Party together, and gets matching costumes for the two of you.

You're Tinkerbell, and he's Peter Pan. (HOW ADORABLE IS THAT??)

The rest of Seijoh claim that this is "the only good idea Oikawa has ever had" because the costume fits you so well, and makes you look cuter than you already are.

You wink like Tink (ha! pun) and the boys just malfunction and combust because they thought you were cute, but now, you're hot?? poor Seijoh :(

10/10 would rail you in your tink costume

Nekoma

Our little cat babies are all just in awe of you, and they are protective in the best way possible.

Yamamoto just loves randomly taking pictures of you and sending it to his "shitty boys" group chat and bragging.

��bet you wish you had a manager like ours”. Tanaka and Noya are so jealous.

Kuroo just loves spinning you around randomly. He thinks you're as delicate as a fairy, and according to him "fairies need to fly" which is why your feet are never on the ground, if Kuroo is near you.

Kenma likes placing his hands on both sides of your cheeks sometimes. “They're warm” he says with a satisfied smile, and you feel your cheeks grow warmer from the blush.

You and Yaku have this very interesting love-hate relationship. Like he gets under your nerves and you almost NEVER agree with him, but you also love him so much, and you'd defend him if anyone dared talk shit about him.

You just turn into a tsun tsun when he's around, but on the rare occasions when he engulfs you in hugs and speaks to you gently, you melt deep inside.

The team started calling you "Tink-chan" after Kuroo started it, and now it's just your regular nickname.

Very wholesome 10/10 I love Nekoma

Taglist: @raychii @dai-tsukki-desu @k-sakusa-old

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zutaraplatter · 3 years

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Avatar: The Last Airbender Critique

There are already a million of posts like this one, and I might be saying things that’ve already been said a million times but I’ve recently become reheated about the ATLA ending and wanted to let it out -_- No one asked, this is true, and this may or may not be a way to stall from this final project I still have to complete, but here’s 10 things I didn't like and/or would change about the show that likely shouldn’t need changing because they should have been done in the first place.

1. Katara should have apologized to Sokka after TSR

It should have happened and it didn't. In my canon-avoiding mind, Katara and Sokka have a heartfelt conversation where she apologizes for the awful things she said, Sokka says he forgives her and he's sorry if he wasn't as there for her as much as he should have been, which he follows up with "but I'm happy you listened to Aang and took his advice," leading into my next point

2. Katara should have said that not killing Yon Rha was her choice

And thats why it was the right one. Not because Aang already said it was wrong. No no. It was the right choice because that's what she chose. I love my mom to death and can't imagine losing her in any way, let alone the way Katara did. And I can't say for sure that if I was in her shoes that I know what I would have done f that yes I do I would have killed that motherfucker. But I also know that if Katara decided not to kill him, then that was one of two correct choices because they were Katara's choices to make. Not Aang's or anyone else's and this should have been clarified. I know it's a kids show but I said what I said. Next point.

3. Katara should have said more after telling Aang she was unsure at the Ember Island Players

Katara hasn't had any trouble saying how she feels, especially when it comes to helping others and making them feel better, whether she was right or wrong. But she holds back or overly softens blows and seems to even shrivel up at times when it comes to Aang. And me no likey. I had a boyfriend who I adored and admired and just genuinely looked up to. I'm also a shy and anxious person who hates confrontation, but because I loved him, I never refrained from telling him when he was wrong. I might have been a little shaky about it but I did it tho because when you want to be with someone you walk through the grass and stomp through the mud. And I personally feel like either in that moment or later on in an added scene that Katara should have voiced to Aang how unheard and disrespected she felt about his words before TSR and his actions on the balcony. I hate being uncomfortable and my secondhand embarrassment is toxic but I would love to see a scene of this. I always imagined Katara saying stuff like "But I'm not you Aang, and I'm not an Air Nomad," or "Zuko could understand why I needed to go, and I'd hoped you would too," or...I'm out of ideas but you get the idea. And you know what, I know I'm a hard Zutara shipper, but them having this conversation would honestly make me respect their relationship a whole lot more should it be believably written to end on a good note (I don't see how it could be but hey I'm an open minded person and I did think they were cute together once upon a time). Basically, all I'm saying is that Katara is no small voice and she should have been written that way when with Aang. Boyfriends can make you shy but should never make you weak. Period. Next point.

4. No rock! ONLY GROWTH!!!!!!!!!!!

I still squint my eyes whenever I remember that rock that unblocked Aang's chakra. What even was that? The laziest writing possible in my opinion. That's what. And Aang deserved better. What should have happened should have been that Aang started to lose to Ozai. And then as Ozai's about to deliver the finishing blow, Aang has flashbacks of everyone he's trying to save and honor, ending with a very prominent flashback of Katara with the guru's disembodied voice reminding Aang to let go of his attachments to become all he needs to be...then BOOM! Baby boy is back on his feet, chakra unblocked, he kicks Ozai's ass, I'm crying hysterically on the floor, as are the rest of us, and he wins. Then at the end of the series, instead of a kiss, he gives Katara an apology. She accepts, everyone else comes to join them on the balcony, cinematic group hug, camera pan into the sun. I don't know lol. Basically what I'm saying is that Aang did not deserve some deus ex machina. He deserved to grow and become his best self like everyone else got to.

5. Aang should have heard differently in The Storm

Katara is a very fate-minded person and this is when I saw potential for her to become a toxic character in regards to Aang. When he admits that he ran away from home 100 years ago, Katara tells him that that was basically a good thing because he was meant to be here and now. Like...no? What Aang did, though understandable for someone so young, was still wrong. Yes he would have maybe been killed but I'm like 10000000% sure they had a plan to protect and evacuate the literal avatar. And what was technically "meant to be" was a new avatar. But hey, what's done is done and kicking Aang while he's down is a no-no in this household. But that doesn't change the fact that Aang needed and deserved honesty. Maybe the fisherman could have said this, I don't know, but I feel like Aang should have been told by someone that although running away was wrong, it's a blessing he and Appa were able to survive and be able to help save the world now with his amazing friends found-family. Maybe this is too harsh, and maybe even outright wrong, but I felt like Aang deserved a truer answer here to support and comfort him.

6. MAILEE!!!!

Do I even need to go into detail?

7. Spiritual sigh*

Don't make me go into detail -_- I will say though that although Aang and Katara are both amazing individuals capable of earth shattering things, they were not a healthy fit for one another. This is evident in the original series and especially in their children from LOK. They both deserved the best but better than one another.

8. ZUTARAAAAAAA

This is a Zutara blog you KNEW this was coming, as it should. There's just too much. There's too damn much. I would give a real paragraph to this too, but, I mean, there's already so much proving that this was the pair. Fics, metas, rants, this site. Scroll through my blog or any of the ATLA related blogs I follow and...dude. These two were meant to be together and I'll mourn the narrative brilliance WASTED for no good reason every day for the rest of my life. No reason these two shouldn't be married with three kids. sob. I will take this part to say thank you to the amazing fic writers that gave Katara, Zuko, Mai, and Aang what they deserved that the writers didn't have the guts to give them themselves. Next point tho.

9. AANG AND ONJI

Good God almighty. Why not this? WHY NOT THIS? I'm putting on my bullet proof vest and I'm going to say this; Aanji is cuter than Zutara. Now before you scorn me or whatever, let me explain. Zutara for me is like steak. No. Chicken parmesan. I like chicken parmesan better. The point though is that Zutara is savory. You know? I don't see them as cute, I see them as Obviously. Aanji on the other hand is like a bag of my favorite candy. They are like a brownie. A cookie. Girl Scout Samoas!...I don't know what words are anymore. This post got way out of hand. I guess what I'm saying is that for Zutara, I scream, but for Aanji, I squeal. I hope that makes sense. But here's the main point I want to make. Onji never knew who Aang really was. And Aang was always, at his core, himself. She very obviously had a crush on Aang for his personality and that was crazy cute and frankly preferable to Katara's "I...guess he is." (you know exactly what I'm talking about) Anyway, I kept wanting more of them together. I wish all the time that we'd gotten to see her again, with a more fleshed out character and all. And in the way that I imagine the show should have gone, she could have been the perfect love interest for Aang, during this episode or way later, even in the comics! Another WASTED opportunity for greatness and I will, again, never recover T-T

10. Iroh get your ass back here

Maybe this is a misguided critique but I hated that Iroh just left Zuko alone in the fire nation at the end of the series. Baby was in trouble in every sense of the word and Iroh was just like "See ya! You got this nephew." I'm expected to believe that? I'm expected to accept that? No no no. He should have at least stayed for a few years to help Zuko stay upright and, you know, alive. And by "upright" I don't mean "good." I just mean been there to support him because Lord knows he needed it, at least in the beginning of his reign. It was cute that Iroh was able to settle down with his own teashop after all those years of violence and mourning and running and this and that. I was more than happy for him for being able to have that peace finally. But I still think it could have waited a little while longer so he could support Zuko.

That's it I guess. I know not everything I've said makes the most sense in one way or another, but I enjoyed putting it together all the same. Thank you for reading and have a great day. I'll go finish my final now.

(Edited for a typo)

#zutara #katara #aang #aanji #avatar the last airbender #uncle iroh #onji #on ji #Im wasting more time with these tags #avatar the last airbender critique #avatar critique #mai #avatar mai #ty lee #avatar ty lee #tylee #avatar tylee #the southern raiders

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yandere-dark-cupid · 3 years

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Hi! i’m back with another request do you think you could do three of your favorite black butler characters with a small s/o? like i’m 4’11 so something around that if you could. have a nice day and i send all my love ❤️

Sure! (sorry your ask came in late.😅) Oh and Btb, I'm sending my love right back you.💜❤💜

Warning: Gore ??? ( but not really though ? )

Yandere Ceil:

We know Ceil is a cute, short, serious ( and bossy ) bean. So when he sees his darling that is shorter than him, even by a few inches( this guy is like 5'1 or something like that Btb ); it'll give him a confidence boost and even leave him a little bit smug to ( even though he barely shows it, hey you'll be lucky if you see a small smirk on him ).

But all jokes aside, to tell you the truth...deep down inside...Ceil is insecure about his height. Hell, even Lizzy ( Elizabeth ) is taller than ( much to his dismay ). So he's really happy ( even though he doesn't show it ) that his darling is Shorter than him, even though he's short himself.

Since we're all well aware Ceil is and Overprotective yandere, it won't really help his darling..like at all. If anything, it'll amp up his overprotective-ness even more so. He doesn't care is his darling is only just a few inches shorter than him, their still his cute 'little' darling. That being said, if he sees or hears anyone doing or saying anything about his darling's height; this can go two ways. If it's in a teasing, light-hearted way; Ceil will send that person Sub-Zero cold glare ( which is very intimidating for someone his size by the by ) as a warning to stop ( which they will, BELIEVE ME they will! All while trying so hard not to piss themselves ). If it's in a mocking, rude way..then....lets just say that person got a late night vist from Sebastian..........

Yandere Sebastian:

Just to be clear to you T.Angels, Demons are naturally overprotective and possessive creatures to their mates. So you can already guess Sebastian is a Overprotective, possessive yandere, along with something(s) else ( but I'll get to that in the future ). So when he sees his darling is Shorter than him, he's not surprised ( I mean this man is one of the tallest characters in the anime and manga, let's not forget he's like 6'1 or something close to it ), but that doesn't stop him from being smug about it.

He likes having a mate smaller or shorter than him. It makes them the more adorable. It even makes teasing the more fun and entertaining. Their like a cute little kitten. Yes, your his (HIS) cute little kitten ❤😺❤.

But he's only like that with you, anyone else is a completely different story. If anyone else is teasing you; Sebastian will go completely mute, have a stoic/emotionless facial expression, and starts leaking an scary presence. Until everything is in an uncomfortable silence. Lets just say that person was "delt with" later on in the day........

Yandere Undertaker:

I see Undertaker as a Dizzy yandere, well-aware Yandere, and something(s) else ( Once again, I'll get back that in a future writing ). So when he notices ( yes T.Angels, notices. I also see him as the type that could care less about anyone's size; let alone his darling's or he just doesn't pay close attention to it ) how short his darling actually is he can't help but feel more giddy and smiley about it.

How could he not realize this sooner! Oh he should've. Just look how cute his darling is; I mean they were already before, but this makes them even cuter. His head is just racing with ideas. He can't wait to tell them the funniest short people jokes or..OR he can't wait to create a coffin for his 'Fun Sized' darling 💚 ⚰💚.

But all fun and games aside for a sec. Once Undertaker realize this wonderful discovery ( it wasn't really a discovery since it has always been there, but still ) another realization will hit soon after. Since his darling is so cute and short; a lot more people will start to desire them ( that's if they haven't already started. ) or a lot people will start to see them as weak ( which he can't blame them ) and start to take advantage of their short statue, and which quite Frankly it certainly won't do. I'm a strong believer that his smiley, laughter, and jokester attitude is a facade..I believe there is something more.....Dark and sinister behind that "happy" face of his. So that being said; if it was one or the other, they'll be met with the same fate. Whether it'll be a naive love rival or a poor fool who think they can get away with be littling his darling for being short. Whatever it is ( or who ever it was in this case ) they will be met with the same gruesome fate. That fate will be hacked up by his death scythe, being put into their external death bed ( coffin ), and being buried in a place no one nose of.

Not going to lie, this was kind of a hard ask; Since I favor a lot of Black Butler characters. Well sorry for the wait T.Angel 😩. I had a bit of a busy week. Well I hope you guys enjoyed this post ( even though it's a little over do ). Until next time my Little Tainted Angels, see you soon~💜❤💜

#Yandere #yandere black butler #yandere sebastian #Yandere Undertaker #black butler #yandere Ciel

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@/moraldualism sent : ❛ i want to take hold of your hair & push your face down on the floor while i fuck you from behind. ❜

finding herself on the side of the heroes was absolutely exhausting, it was becoming a constant battle not to piss several people off at a time, she couldn’t not bite tongue when being surrounded by poorly suppressed god complexes wrapped up in the excuse of morality; it was something she couldn’t stand, and something that was pushing her further out the door, only to be dragged back by threats and a looming bat daring her to try it... she did, try it that is, every time, and despite being on the losing end she wasn’t going down without a fight and with firm heels digging into the floor and a grin, topped of with a hissed ‘bruce’ through teeth just to hit him that extra hard ( yeah, she knew, when a fear is locked tightly with identity it’s not exactly hard to figure out. which in hindsight, not the brightest letting him know, now she’ll never escape this dude )

all this is what lead her in a damn strategy meeting, courtesy of coraline’s information. elbow pressed against the table, seemingly daydreaming and in own little world in an attempt to pretend she’s anywhere but here and figure out a way to get out of this damn contract that she never even signed. though there was a bright side to all this, and that was being able to reconnect with jason and kon ... it was nice, being brought back into their world again, and while the circumstances are less than ideal... beggars can’t be choosers, and the time spent with jason especially, though confusing and filled with mix messages on both ends and a push and pull dynamic, had been productive and... while she’s not the type to use this word ever, healing. kon and jason were different, they have always been different, and two people that have been on mind even with the self destruct button that coraline hit the moment she knew it was an option to press, it was her own fault and the only thing that made chest clench in pain when thinking back on, but she did what she had to at the time; there was no point being trapped by regret, shit happens and that’s the line she’ll forever tell herself. but it was nice to finally start fresh with them, because even she’ll be the first to admit : she’s changed a lot, grown as the years passed, it was nice to meet them again like this.

what slowly pulls her out of the day dreaming state it the firm sensation of a finger that dances across thigh, which turns into a large palm squeezing the flesh, there’s a hum in the back of throat in acknowledgement, turning to a bright eyed jason, that alone is enough to make heart flip - though mostly, eyebrow raises, and while jason is seemingly a new person, anyone who knew him can see that his tweaks haven’t changed, which means that look is anything but good ❛ thought we lost you there, blue ❜ a childhood nickname, and one that she’d missed hearing him say ❛ what you thinkin’ about ? ❜

❛ being anywhere but here, it’s not a notion i’ve been hiding from everyone ❜ it falls from lips easily, palm now in cheek opting to focus on jason rather than the bullshit talk going on. she knows everything, she’s the one who got the plans, if anyone deserved to not listen it was her.

❛ how rude of you, i expected you to show more respect ❜ she can hear the teasing in his tone, the way the smirk played on lips, it flustered her for a second, finding it in herself to recover rather quickly with an eye roll and a light scoff at the scorning, it’s not like she was new to jason’s antics at this point, like how he had grown familiar with hers.

❛ am i seriously getting third degree from the guy who’d rather slit his own throat than listen to anyone ? ❜ jason bites the inside of his cheek to stop the laugh from building up in chest, thumb slowly rubbing against thigh and his free hand tapping against the helmet in front of him, a faint touche murmured under breath. they stare at each other for a moment, ghost grins that aren’t all that hidden.

❛ since you were so vague, wanna know what i’m thinking about ? ❜ it was now that hand leaves thigh, though it burns through jeans and the heaviness of it never leaves, leaving behind a ghost that has leg twitching to reach for his touch once more. head tilts to the side, curiosity coming off of her in waves - it was easy to see that jason had caught her attention... though, is anyone surprised ? he didn’t need to do much to get anyone's attention.

i’m gonna regret asking is heavily implied with the look that crosses features, though left unsaid as she cautiously played along ❛ what... are you thinking about ? ❜ jason’s fingertips trails up back, his smirk got wider, still coraline truly had no idea where this was going, and jason was thriving when nothing had clicked in her mind yet. it was rare to get one up on her, even more so in this situation. fingertips pause where her hair falls on her back, finding a curl ( one he had been focusing on this entire time ) and twisting the strand around a couple of digits, tugging at it enough for her to feel it, but not enough to draw attention to them - scalp feels the resistance of the hair but it doesn’t hurt, and just as coraline parts lips to ask once more what he was doing - jason uses his free palm to turn her head, leaving better access to the side of face and quickly leaning before she looks back, moving hair and brushing lips against the shell of ear, teeth grazing against it causing her mind to cut to a blue screen for a moment ❛ i’m thinking about how i want to take hold of your hair & push your face down on the floor while i fuck you from behind ❜ the confession has her breath hitching in throat, body burning and coming alive that only gets worse as jason presses a feather light kiss where the teeth grazed against her before pulling back, when looking at him again she’s greeted with a smile that looked like it was about to eat her alive.

it was pathetic, how a simple little thing had her mind reeling and imagination going wild, which is the seal of thighs tightly closing together and a subconscious motion of tongue rolling over painted lips, not missing how his eyes trailed down her form. a flicker of amusement isn’t missed, he couldn’t help but find it funny, it was just so easy; it just made jason want to tease the woman until she couldn’t take it anymore just to see what it meant to see her truly worked up.

❛ ... we’re in a room with super humans with good hearing, you know ❜ voice tries to come off confident, but it shakes, followed by adjusting herself in seat. jason laughs in a way that does drag the attention of others and a faint nudge from his side from someone who was actually trying to listen to batman and superman drawl on about the mission.

❛ yeah... i bet they heard that pretty hitch, doesn’t take super sights to see that cute blush of yours, either ❜ he sounds so smug and quite frankly, it pisses her off and makes him a thousand times more punchable.

❛ i’ve been told that i look cuter when i’m gagging on something, maybe before you fuck me into the floor we could see if that’s true. ❜ the smugness fades, and the triumphant look on cora’s face is unmissable, though the smile that crosses face doesn’t match the words that falls from lips, eyes fluttering innocently up at jason. it was his turn to shuffle on the spot, good, she things, serves him right. before he has time to say anything else, the room begins to clear out, opting to rub salt in wounds and offer a little boop to jason’s nose ❛ good luck out there, red. ❜

#hypersexual vs flirt that knows wht he's doing. fight SODHOSDHOSDI #god this was good practice because it has been. a while. since i've written smut #i miss it #this is a little treat. for me. no one read it - SHDOISHDOSDH #adding two gif icons. as a treat once again for me #sometimes you gotta write bad practicey stuff to get better and this is that <3 #i need tags oh no i need to stop procrastinating on that one #── answered * ♡ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱.

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I Don’t See

// For pride month (June) <3 Tw: for alcohol/drinking but nothing negative happens from it nor does anyone get really impaired. Also warning for people not knowing or understanding the Ace-spec, but nothing extreme. Just for some background info though: Many business deals in Japan are settled over drinks, it’s a cultural thing. Also when drinking saké it’s customary in Japan to get one bottle for everyone and you pour it for each other in small glasses, which is a common/expected thing.

This was always one of his least favorite parts of his job. Why couldn’t they do things like America and make business deals in a normal setting? Like, perhaps an actual boardroom?

But no, the strictness of the culture had forced him to this. It was the only thing he missed about being underage, he could use it as an excuse to not do meetings in bars. He supposed he did see the advantages however, loosening someone’s tongue and mind definitely made the chances of turning a deal in his favor. But that was where the positives ended. He hated the noise--even if it was a small one like today--he hated the smell of alcohol, he hated having to pretend he was drinking more then he was due to not having the greatest tolerance in the world.

Not the worst, but it wasn’t exactly suited for a long night of negotiations. That’s why he’d just paid full price for the bartender water down his drink and why he avoided the shared saké.

Seto’s mind was all on the end result, he wasn’t interested in being buddies with these men. He was here to play the game, win, and leave them with the short end of the stick in the deal.

They would have no one to blame but themselves.

It was all going as normal, the same motions, the same faked politeness and interest in their lives until Seto could close in on the deal and get the heck out.

All normal. All well. Until a woman walked into the bar.

Seto had heard the phrase “turning heads” but he’d never seen it happen to five men at once all at the same lady.

He didn’t get it.

She walked by, ordered a drink, and took a seat in a faraway booth. Likely waiting for a friend. Perhaps it was the revealing dress or perhaps it was was the alcohol, but Kaiba’s business partners took a while to stop staring.

Bored, Kaiba watched the liquid swirl in his cup. He just wanted to get what he came for and leave. This was his first mistake.

“Kaiba, look, did you see her?”

“I did, can we continue where we left off?”

His flat tone was met with several “Ehhhhh’s?”

All eyes were on him.

He could feel it.

“What? Look at her! She’s too good to be true she’s like a model! I bet she is one too! You really don’t think she’s hot?”

Very quickly Kaiba was regretting his decision to get his drink watered down. He’d get a proper one next round.

“If you could focus, we have a deal to finish.” This was like wrangling cats.

“Come on,” said another, “Nothing wrong with admiring. You gotta think at least something is sexy about her, look at those legs!”

This was happening.

“I don’t know. Her hair is nice.”

“Mm-mm not bad of course. But that’s really what you’re going to focus on? Oh wait, or is she too old and mature for you? Prefer the cuter ones, do you?”

Seto had long since stopped paying attention to who was talking. But he did know his mother would have stomped on that man’s toes so hard they would bruise if she heard that comment.

“That’s not it. I’m just not interested. Can we move on?”

They did not.

“Not interested in a supermodel, and you don't like saké? You're so weird! Then who is to your taste?” Kaiba was sure the man wouldn't have had the gall to say that if he was sober. Despite the statement being non-hostile, something in it pressed a nerve.

His business partner started to list off several actresses and other celebrity women, only some of which Seto’s mind could conjure up an image of. It wasn’t like he spent much time watching movies.

“None of them? I don’t even know them, nor do they know me.”

He should have just picked one whose looks were unique and just act as if he was picky for just that. He should have seen what was about to start.

“Oh... I see--”

Kaiba’s glass hit the table audibly. “I’m not gay.”

He’d considered it, of course. He figured he was always either too young or too invested in keeping the company afloat or dealing with magical bullshit in order to pay much attention to women. But once all that had ended he still didn’t do what these men were doing. But when Seto directed his attention at men nothing happened either.

Presuming it was possibly due to his few connections, he even starting running through everyone he significantly knew, once. Presenting himself with a hypothetical “what if” they were to make advances on him if he would find them attractive. People from high school crossed his mind. So did people he knew from work. But none of that did anything either.

He could feel their gazes on him, trying to break him down, get him to crack. Vermin.

He didn’t know what it was, but something in him hated this.

So he did what he should have done when this had all started, what he always did in front of a camera.

A sneer plastered across his face with no effort. “I just have higher standards than you. Really now, actors are always finicky, they’re breaking up with people all the time. It’s like a game to them. And a Hollywood lifestyle? Tedious, I’d never get anything done. Half to them have IQ of a frog and only got as far as they did due to their face anyway. I need someone that won’t bore me and can actually aid the company. But if you all are satisfied with chasing after whatever woman you start gawking at, have fun.”

Perfect. _____

He walked away with the best deal out of all of them. As always.

A bit tipsier than usual, Isono inquired how he was as he drove him back. “I’m fine, I didn’t have enough to get sick or anything.” He knew, because he always counted, as per Isono’s insistence. Although that didn’t mean he wanted to do anything but get back to his apartment, choke down some water and maybe some food and promptly crash.

When they had arrived and were safely inside, Kaiba dug out the notes he’d taken on all the details and gave him to his right hand for safekeeping and for double-checking the finished copy of the contract. He wished Mokuba were here to vent his annoyances to.

Isono glanced over it before tucking it away. “Impressive work, as usual.”

“Hrmph. And a pain in the ass.”

“No one can do it quite as well as you, sir. I believe you can at least take satisfaction in that.”

And Kaiba would. Tomorrow he’d look over what he’d accomplished and laugh at how he’d managed to pry an advantage out of those fools. But for now, he was tired. While Isono’s words were one of encouragement, that’s not what he wanted right now.

“Isono, how’d you meet your wife again?”

Taken aback, it took the man a moment to answer. His boss wasn’t uncaring about his personal life, but it wasn’t something he ever focused on. He wouldn’t disobey or stall an order though.

“In high school, sir. Her friends introduced us. As friends first, but she was very cute and I quickly grew attracted. But her family moved so nothing ever happened for quite a while. Until I ran into her again years later. Neither of us was seeing someone at the time so not too long after reconnecting we started going out. And... the rest just happened.”

Seto just nodded, his gaze focused on no particular item resting on the kitchen counter as he propped himself up against the wall.

“Was... that helpful sir?”

“Indeed. You can go, Isono. See you on Monday.”

His right hand lingered for a moment longer, clearly torn on what to do before turning to leave. Seto figured he didn’t want to intrude or step on his boundaries. As he passed, he pressed a brief two fingers to the back of Seto’s wrist. “Get some rest sir. Tomorrow’s Saturday. Take some actual time off and sleep in a bit. Speaking of, it’s been so long since she’s seen you the missus has wanted to cook for you again. I’ll bring something over for you for dinner tomorrow.”

With that, he was gone.

Seto did the bare minimum of his nightly routine before collapsing in bed. But sleep still hid from him. He wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much now. He’d always brushed off talk of relationships and such. Such things weren’t important to him. There were always more important matters, and people only ever wanted him for the company. That was it.

That was always it.

Thus it didn’t matter, nor did he want it to. But apparently, he was the weird one here.

Why?

Everyone was seeing something that he couldn’t, pointing, look it’s so obvious it’s right there, see?

He shouldn’t be letting such things bother him. But his brain denied him sleep, so he fished his phone off the table.

A few searches later, he found himself down a rabbit hole.

But the more he read, the further he poked, the clearer the picture became. He wasn’t just weird. There were other people who felt the same. Maybe not many in the grand scheme of things, but a significant number to not be labeled as an insignificant error, said his scientific mind.

And that was all he needed at the moment. The finer details he could figure out later if he ever did get in a relationship. He wasn’t against such a notion. It was just nothing had ever prompted him to engage in such a thing and given his circumstances, it was difficult to find anyone he could, and would trust. But he certainly remembered the teamwork, trust, and love his parents had for each other. And if it was something like that, he certainly wouldn’t mind it.

But he was also perfectly fine if things stayed as they were, and he died having never having a partner. He wasn’t missing out on anything, and quite frankly, he had his plate full as is.

Knowing he was somewhere on the asexual spectrum was enough, and he was comforted. _____

// I don’t usually go on long rambles at the ends of ficlets, but I believe it is necessary here. This was surprisingly, very easy to write, despite it being so close to home. I suppose it’s the whole ‘write what you know’ thing. This is very much inspired by a personal experience I had at school with a group of then-friends when we went out for food. The “Not interested in basically a supermodel, and you don't like saké? You're so weird!”, is honestly just a bit of a rewording of something I actually had said to me during that outing. While I honestly do not think the person who said it had malicious intent, it became clear to me after that they had previously not thought about the possibility that not everyone thinks the same way or desires the same things. Several other instances were also inspired by things I’ve experienced as well. All in all, though, I’ve been quite fortunate, and haven’t had any outright hate directed at me yet.

If it wasn’t clear, my Seto is a panromantic demisexual but doesn’t know all the details yet, but he’ll figure that out as he goes along. After all, its a process. Seto’s perfectly at peace with his orientation as of discovering this, it’s not this “will it happen, won’t it?” thing when it comes to romantic relationships (haha, unlike me). Also, ironically, the last line is a reference to the similar line in the book of Job. If a relationship happens of him it happens, if t doesn’t it just doesn’t. I won’t go into the specifics here, (because that would be quite long) but feel free to message me about it or drop me an ask if your curious or would like more details or even questions in general about the ace-spectrum, I have no qualms discussing that sort of thing, in fact, I love to.

If you resonated with any of this and/or are questioning your identity or would even just like to know more, this site answers just about every question you could ever have(x). And of course, my inbox and IM’s are open as well and I’m happy to answer questions, even if you think they’re weird <3

Try to be mindful of others and that there are few universals in the world, especially when it comes to sexual desires and attraction. Be mindful and think before you speak and possibly alienate someone, is all I ask. Happy pride 💜

#(do not reblog)#(likes and comments are encouraged though!)#( this uhh turned into something way longer then i meant woops)#drabbles #KC files [Lore]#lore #big bro [seto]#right hand of Kaiba Corp [Isono]#tw: alcohol #v; divided #legacy [drabbles]

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kpopgerapitico · 4 years

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Song of the Week

So . . . all the releases huh? I’m hopefully going to have a lot to talk about.

Honorable Mentions:

So, this is only a sort of recommendation, but if you like some of the chiller, simpler Zico stuff, you might enjoy DNEIRF’s Mischief. If I was in the right mood, I definitely would.

For a ballad duet this week, Phone is a good option. Both vocalists play off of each other well, and the video is sort of adorable for how simple and sweet it is, so there is that too.

It’s trot o’clock, this week featuring an incredible pink suit. Insert Lady Gaga gif for my opinion. Also, it’s trot without as much of the vibrato I’m used to, and the flower suit.

I was minorly shocked to find Chanyeol on a video with under a quarter of a million views from an artist I’ve never heard of. I wish he was less auto tuned, but his verse section in Faded is decent.

And now, the releases. All of the releases.

Following up 100, SuperM dropped Tiger Inside this week, which screams SM pretty constantly from start to finish, with pulls from their current largest groups (who are obviously represented in the group). It has the vocal harmonies that EXO songs love to show off, the rap and dance breaks that fit even when they have a different feel from the rest of the track of NCT, and just a dash of the experimentation that has made SHINee so successful. It doesn’t however combine those ideas as well as Jopping did, and is thus a little bit of a struggle for me. It’s fine, but not great.

Did you know D&E was having a comeback, because I sure as hell didn’t. Bad is a nice combination of throwback and the more mature ideas that Super Junior has dealt in more recently. I like the fun of it, especially for this duo, but it will probably ultimately end up being forgettable, despite the super fun riff in the chorus, and the addicting vocals in that chorus.

For a group that has often been towards the cuter side of the girl group spectrum, I was not expecting something like Obliviate from Lovelyz. It hits beats harder, and notes deeper than they would usually go for. And it still includes the dreamy high notes they’ve had for a while, with a nice contrast to the much darker backing track. It is easily my favorite thing they have done so far, and a solid contender this week.

I make the rules, and the rules say I can give lots of people the win, right? Because for the first time, it’s three songs.

I think we all suspected that a solo from Wonho was going to be a lot. And while Losing You was more of a thank you ballad, Open Mind is an announcement of purpose. It is sexy in all the ways you would expect and more, with some effortless cool, especially in the production. I was mildly worried his softer tone wouldn’t lend itself to anything besides ballads once he was solo, but damn I’m happy to be proven wrong. And all the reactions are frankly a mood. It gets a win for surprising me and being more than I could ever have guessed or expected.

To no one’s surprise, CLC is still great. Helicopter hits hard while being relatively simple. The chorus gives all the vocalists a chance, while the verses highlight the rest of the group. And the bass hits that would feel more comfortable on any number of boy group hype tracks works amazing throughout. The final hook is a beautiful build in the best way, leading into a driving beat that doesn’t stop until the end. It is another strong track in a discography that has popped off in the past couple years. It gets the second win spot.

I like A.C.E. I have liked them for a while now, and known about them since debut (hot pants y’all, hot pants). They also put on the best of the online concert of the year (fight me, actually fight me on this). So I was excited for the comeback, and the teasers only bumped that up, with the beautiful concept work. The song, Favorite Boys (or 도깨비), is a different sound from the group that I didn’t initially feel particularly anything for. On more listens though, I think it does a great job highlighting the group, which has 3 incredible singers and two that can rap and hold their own singing. The dance is appropriately hard, and the composition allows for their talent to be on full display while still being as hype as I would hope from them. And every listen after the first has made me like it more. For that it gets the final win.

#sotw #wonho #open mind #clc #helicopter #a.c.e #favorite boys

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pikachu78109 · 4 years

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Could you give me some angst with Milo, Piers and Gordie? I live and die for Milo angst aaah;;;

((I feel sorry for these gentlemen))

Milo

“Is that all you got to show for yourself?”

“You’d think he would give a challenge. Has he grown soft lately?”

“Nessa kicks more ass than he does. Not surprised though,”

The comments were relentless. You’d think that after a few years of being a Gym Leader, the comments that fans made wouldn’t mean as much. However, there are some weeds that just don’t disappear that easily. Milo knew that being a Gym Leader had its sore moments, especially considering the fact that he’s the first Gym Leader that challengers face during the tournament. And as the first Gym Leader, it’s prohibited that Milo doesn’t use any of his strongest Grass type Pokémon, due to him being the supposedly easy stepping stone challengers can defeat. There are times when the losses did not affect Milo much, because he is okay with losing. After all, isn’t being a Gym Leader suppose to be an opponent that can offer a challenger a chance to beat and earn a badge? Every Gym Leader knows this and some take their losses with humility, such as with Opal and Kabu, while other Gym Leaders can get frustrated, as for Nessa and Raihan. Milo took his defeats with humility and didn’t mind at all if he lost. Battling can be a good time, but for others, battling is seen as competitive.

Milo knew about the ugliness of battling and what it can do to die hard fans who have certain levels of expectations. They can look at Nessa and comment on how her battling technique shines far brighter in contrast to Milo’s, whose more subdued and prefers to show little. With Nessa, her fan base revels in how much she improves and strives forward, thus making her popular among many people. Though Milo does get praise from his fans, there are plenty who lurk in the shadows and are typing away on their phones, commenting on how Milo’s battling performance has gotten weaker. Due to that kind of attention, it has caused Milo to become very self-conscious on him being a Gym Leader. A few comments that get underneath his skin, they manage to rip a chunk of esteem, spatting it out with such ferocity and judgment that it has gotten to be....sickening.

“Why can’t Milo be better?”

This question has been tossed around a lot and, frankly, this question plagued Milo’s mind. He wished he could tell his fans why, but due to being in a circle of professionals, the answers are concealed in confidentiality. The Pokémon League has been aware of the activity that has been going on, which Milo wonders if they happen to monitor any of the activity going on with the other Gym Leaders. Still, this was Milo’s business, with which he tries to conduct himself as the gentle, friendly giant. It wasn’t a facade; that’s just who he is as a person, because being overly competitive like Raihan or Nessa just didn’t suit him. He couldn’t bring himself to look in a mirror and stare at his reflection, trying to mimic that confident, almost superior attitude that his friends have. Despite being able to put on a smile and walk out onto the pitch with ease, that nagging insecurity of being a pathetic excuse for a Gym Leader latches on to Milo, like a weed poisoning the flowers beauty.

Piers

Music has always been a part of Piers and who he is as an individual. Growing up, his father was a musician who used to go around the Galar region, putting on shows here and there during halftime during the Gym Challenge. Over time, his father retired from that profession and settled down with his life long sweetheart, which eventually leads to the here and now. Piers sticks to music like glue. Separating the singer from the microphone is a no go, which is why Piers insists on taking his portable mic everywhere with him. Hey, you never know if someone wants a concert. But, lately over time, the relationship between Piers and his music has been put on hold ever since he became Gym Leader. This was not his choice. When Piers first told his parents that he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps, his mother told him that by doing so, he wasn’t going to get anywhere in life. His father got lucky because he was able to get sponsored by people who saw musical talent in him, which is rare to come by in Galar since the region focuses more on battling than anything else. By announcing his dream in front of his parents at the tender age of ten, Piers felt himself being sucked down into a pit of roadblocks and detours. Taking part of the Gym Challenge was also not a choice that Piers made. Instead, his father knew someone who he was good friends with and had him sponsor Piers to take part. Regardless of his negative feelings of the entire thing, the Gym Challenge proved to be somewhat worthwhile and it even inspired Piers to use Dark types since he has a fascination with them.

However, over the course of his Gym Challenge and beyond, Piers began to feel burned out from the whole Gym Leader gig. The idea of repeating battles over and over and being forced to Dynamax your Pokémon at the tail end of a match started to lose its rhythm with Piers. Especially the Dynamaxing. As a kid, Piers took zero interest in the whole Dynamaxing appeal. He thought it looked cheap and something that made battling quite unbalanced given the extra power up. Given that Spikemuth was nowhere near a Power Spot, which was a mandatory requirement for every Gym in Galar, Piers was put into Circhester’s Gym for battling matches much to his dismay. After a few more matches that involved pointless Dynamaxing, Piers outright refused to Dynamax due to the disrespect of being able to battle in his own city because of a minor issue. Because of his announcement, it left Piers facing both criticism from the fans and some media outlets, who took Piers’ words as disrespectful to the Pokémon League as well as to the culture of the Galar region. Still, there were some Gym Leaders who were understanding towards this, such as Milo, Kabu, and Raihan.

After a few years of battling in his home city, Piers became a lot more cynical to battling and he found time to jot his feelings down into lyrics as upcoming songs for his concerts. This entire journey for Piers has been a back and forth ride where Piers wants to show how great Spikemuth is without Dynamaxing and him wanting to pursue his own passions of being a singer, the latter of which he wants to achieve. There are many factors that keep holding him back though, such as being a disappointment to his family if he decides to quit, being portrayed as selfish when all he wants to do is pursue his passions by the media and his fans, or just...fearing everything altogether. Luckily, Marnie helps console him and, to some extent, the grunts of Team Yell. Not a large music fan base, but they keep Piers from getting too discouraged.

If Piers can manage to break away from the battling environment altogether, then that would be a song worth singing.

Gordie

Gordie loves his mother, let’s just make that clear. Despite the arguments, there’s no bad blood between them. As the eldest child in the family, Gordie has a lot on his plate. For one thing, his siblings. Although they give him so much strife, he loves them. Gordie wouldn’t trade them for the world. Secondly, his relationship with Melony, his mother, has always been a positive one. I mean, this woman is part of his fan club for goodness sake! Still, with the positives, there are some negatives that have nearly tempted Gordie to cut ties with his family. Being a person who specializes in Rock types, Gordie never became interested in Ice type Pokémon. Sure, Snom looks adorable but Gordie finds Rolycoly to be even cuter! Melony has always known that Gordie likes Rock types, something of which she doesn’t understand but tries to. However, even when she tries to be a good mentor to Gordie, she doesn’t know a single thing about Rock types which causes her some frustration.

Gordie has dealt with his mother’s tough love before, especially considering he has faced her as a Gym Challenger before during his time in the Gym Challenge. Their match was something like a spectacle, but it proved difficult when Gordie tries to convince Melony that he can be a good Gym Leader without using Ice type Pokémon. Over the years, once Gordie became a certified Gym Leader, he would run the Circhester Gym alongside with his mother, which proved even more difficult. Both the mother and her son would not see eye to eye as much and everyone around the city took notice of this and would try to steer clear. One argument in particular has caused some emotional harm to both parties, more with Gordie whom once said that Ice types are useless in the heat of battle. This set off Melony, who returned his remark by saying if he didn’t spend so much time with his Rock type Pokémon, he would’ve saw something differently and be a better Gym Leader.

That argument set off a week long tension filled silence, with Gordie not speaking to his mother at all. At home, it got worse with Gordie moving out and staying at his apartment until things settled down. If until things settled down. At some point during the prolonged silent treatment did Gordie decide to call his mom to apologize. Even with the apology and the two making some progress to mend their relationship, Gordie knew that there would be no common ground between them aside from being related. The strain settled in and it frightens both of them that one day they might never see eye to eye again. It’s a fear that no parent and child should ever have to face.

#galar #gen 8 #pokemon milo #pokemon piers #pokemon gordie #pokemon sword and shield #long read requests #long reads

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lxvntr · 4 years

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Resting with you

Idol: Felix X reader (minor Chan and seungmin interaction)

Genre: fluff, soft

Word count: 2.2k

Warning: minor cussing

A/N: this is my first fanfic so go easy on me!

“Oh shit I left my wallet at the front desk” you said as you began to rush out the door of your hotel room. You’d been stressing about the Stray Kids concert you were going to attend the next day so it was predictable for you to forget a few things. “I’m just HOPING nobody opens it and checks my damn school ID or I’m swinging” you thought to yourself as you took the elevator down into the main lobby. Once the doors opened, you rushed to the desk to find it empty with no secretary. You waited for a while, but there was no sign of the secretary coming back. “Ugh you know what I’ll look for it myself,” you sighed as you became impatient. You went around the counter onto the desk where the secretary was SUPPOSE to be. You quickly started looking for it through the piles of papers and portfolios. “Oh there’s cabinets under here she probably placed it there.... hopefully” you sat on the floor and opened the drawers that were located under the desk.

You was so determined to find your wallet that contained the money you were going to spend at the concert, you didn’t hear when the front doors of the hotel open. “Excuse me...” you became extremely startled by the strange voice that you stood up so fast, you bumped your knee on the cabinet you were checking which caused some of the piles of papers from the desk to fall and scatter onto the floor.

As you stood there, your eyes met with the eyes of the deep voice that scared you. Your face became pale and your eyes widened as you saw who the voice belonged to..... Lee Felix. His hair was fluffy and messy as if he had just woken up, eyes puffy from sleeping too long, and clothes that seemed too big for him. “Hey um, can we get 4 rooms please?” He said as he rubbed his eye, which made him look soft. “.... oh um, I don’t work here, and I can’t find the secretary ...” you said, your voice lower than usual as you were nervous and still trying to process what was going on.

The door opened once again. This time, Chan walked in, also in comfy clothes and messy dark brown hair. “Hey Lix , the manager said he wants a room to himself so make it 5... oh, hello good evening ma’am” Chan said as he walked closer to the counter, keeping eye contact with you. You felt your face become red in embarrassment as you stood there with papers all over the floor and wearing your favorite pjs. “Is this REALLY how my idols are gonna remember me” you thought to yourself wishing she had worn cuter clothes.

“ oh, I never got to introduce myself, I’m Felix and this is Chan” Felix said while staring deeply into your eyes. “ oh... um im y/n” you mumbled as you looked at the floor, not being able to look at Felix as he looks so handsome it was intimidating. ”Oh Chan, She said she doesn’t work here and we can’t find the secretary” he said while facing Chan who stood next to him.“Darnugh I wanted to go to sleep alreadyyy” Chan complained as he began to wander around the lobby.

You began to look around trying to find a solution, and that’s when you saw the board that held the keys to the rooms. You walked towards it and you saw the keys to the rooms that were next to yours; There were exactly 5 keys. Your heart raced as you grabbed all 5 keys without thinking it through first. “ hey um, there's 5 keys to rooms that are next to each other, you guys could take them and head up to leave your luggage and stuff, I can wait here and let the secretary know once she’s back, that way you don’t have to wait for her.” Your voice was shaky and low as you tried not to fangirl and scream in front of your idols. “ wouldn’t you get in trouble though?” Felix said, looking worried for you. Your heart began to race as you saw the worried expression on Felix face, who was looking at you fondly “Oh I’ll be fine I can handle a few consequences”, you said trying to laugh off your nervousness.

Felix hesitated for a second, but proceeded to take the keys from you, as he was tired and just wanted to go to sleep, knowing that tomorrow was going to be a big day. “I’m guessing you’re next to our rooms right?” He smirked while looking at the guest list and seeing your name written down under the numbers of the room that was situated next to theirs. You became startled and looked up to Felix trying to figure out how he found out, that’s when you saw him reading the paper. You quickly took the paper from the desk, as you began to feel your face became red knowing that he knew what you did. You stayed quiet for a second before responding, “um, am I really? Oh, um I just grabbed whichever keys I saw were together.” You looked up shyly to see that Felix was already looking at you with a soft smile, his eyes becoming puffy crescents. “ it’s alright don’t worry, it’s actually comforting to know your next to me,” he paused as he placed the keys in his pocket.

“Actually, did you come alone?” He asked. This was a question that you never thought you’ll be hearing from him. You were honestly at the verge of fainting I’m surprised you haven’t already. “Yeah I did, I couldn’t find anyone to come with me to the co-“ you paused. as you were about to say concert, you remembered that they didn’t know you were a fan, and frankly you didn’t want them to know as it can make you come off as a saesang. You tried to think of something else to say, “ conference I have tomorrow, so I’m all alone” you giggled ever so slightly trying to lower your heart beat. “ oh, well since we’ll be next to each other, you should come over to my room and we can play video games…. IF THAT’S FINE WITH YOU YOU DON'T HAVE TO” Felix said a bit nervous by what he said.

You, who was even more shocked by what you heard, didn’t respond as you were trying to not pass out from the excitement and nervousness. “That was weird I’m so-“ you interrupted him “yes, That sounds fun! I haven’t played video games in a long time, I’m pretty sure I forgot how to at this point” you giggled and played with your hands as your cheeks became red from how flustered you were from his invitation. Felix, who was also flustered, nodded with a soft yet big smile, his freckles becoming hard to see from his blush.

A few hours had gone by, you found your wallet and decided to head back up to your room without waiting for the secretary. Your mind was rushing with emotions and thoughts trying to comprehend the situation. “ holY SHIT I JUST MET THE FELIX AND CHAN” you screamed in your head as you couldn’t actually scream fearing that Felix might hear you. You decided to change into cuter sweatpants and a hoodie which was way too big for you, making you look small and cute.

You left your room and walked down the hall to felix's room, which was right next to yours. You stood there for a minute, hesitating to knock knowing Felix will be right on the other side. Once you decided to knock, you were surprised to see seungmin opening the door.

“Holyshitholyshitholyshit” you screamed in your mind seeing seungmin standing right in front of you, his eyes red from the lack of sleep and his hair messier than felix’s. “ hi, um, is Felix here?” You said shyly. “ seungmin let her in!” You heard Felix’s voice coming from the inside of the room. Once inside, you saw two beds and the tv, which was set in the Mario kart menu screen. He was sitting in the farthest bed from the door, surrounded by blankets and pillows. You stood in the corner of the room not sure as to where to sit. “ come here” Felix said as he patted the empty space next to him on the bed. You listened and sat down next to him, Trying to keep a moderate distance from him to not make him uncomfortable. “Here, you know how it works right?” He said as he handed you the Nintendo switch controller. “I wasn’t born yesterday” you said sarcastically, which caused Felix to let out a small laugh.

You both played for a bit, Felix winning to you often as he had played this a lot of times with his hyungs back at the dorms. You also kept getting distracted by looking at him and how comfortable he seemed to be with you, though he didn’t truly knew you. “That’s not fair! you’ve probably played this much more often than me!” You complained as he turned off the switch. “ hey, you said you knew how it worked so I didn’t go easy on you” he said with a slight smirk on his face. “I’m tired of playing, and since seungmin is sleeping and we can’t be loud, do you want to watch a movie? I mean Unless you’re tired you should go to sleep, I wouldn’t want you to be sleepy at your conferences tomorrow.” He offered. You contemplated as it was 1:00 AM and you were more worried about him being tired tomorrow knowing he’ll be performing. “I’m fine, I’m worried you’re going to be tired tomorrow morning,” “ I’ll be fine don’t worry about me… so is that a yes to the movie?” Felix asked once again, looking fondly at you, in which you were sitting in his bed wrapped in a blanket and making sweater paws. “It better be a good movie though,” you said teasingly.

He went on Netflix and chose a popular movie about high school students who worked for a mafia. He went back to bed and laid closer to you than you were expecting, which made you blush again as you felt his knee and shoulder slightly touch yours. During the movie, you began to feel sleepy, your head began to bob around as you tried your hardest to keep yourself awake.

Your tiredness was more powerful than your will to stay awake and you rested your head on felix’s shoulder. You stayed there for a few seconds before shooting your head up realizing what you did, causing you to lose some sleep. “Omg Im so sorry Felix I didn’t mean to do that,” you exclaimed as your blush went from pink to red and your eyes were wide yet puffy from being sleepy. “ it’s okay don’t worry, I don’t mind it. You can go back to sleeping on my shoulder, if it’s comfortable.” His deep and tired voice sounded very soothing and comforting. He placed his hand on your cheek and guided your head back into his shoulder, softly moving your hair behind your ear. You were too tired to try and deny him, so you went back to laying on his shoulder. “ here get more comfortable,” Felix got your hand and looped it through his arm, making them intertwine. You was too tired to comprehend what was happening, so you went along with it. He kept his hand on yours, slowly rubbing his thumb up and down, the comfort of his shoulder and the warmth of this hands and body slowly drifted you back to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up and realized you were on your bed. You were confused as to how you ended up in your own room if you don’t remember waking up. that’s when you remembered what happened the night before. Though it was a blurry memory, you remembered that Felix carried you, bridal style,back into your room and covered you up to make sure you kept the warmth he provided to you. You sat on the edge of the bed, your cheeks and body started to feel warm, your heart pounding so hard you can hear it. You noticed a piece of paper on the nightstand. You stood up and walked over to see the word “Felix” written on it. It was a note.

“Hey y/n, you fell asleep yesterday during our movie lol, it’s okay though no hard feelings here. I carried you back into your room since you looked so comfortable with me, I didn’t have the heart to wake you up, I hope you’re okay with that :/ Also, I saw the Stray Kids lightstick on your table, meaning you already knew who I was this entire time. Hehe Anyway, I’m guessing your ’conference’ is our concert, so I hope to see you there in the crowd.Also, After the concert, come and meet me backstage with the pass that I left on the table, I'm hoping you're open to go on a coffee run with me, I’ll like to get to know you more :) -Felix”

This was only the beginning….

-to be continued-

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amnachil · 4 years

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 4

Okay I’m slow... Had a lot of things to do.

Anyway, the next part is here!

Also, I’ll no post any uptade for To the Perfection for a while, because I realised the timeline is already in april there, while we’re still in March in the College Society. The two story taking place the same year, I’ll wait a bit to make them even.

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Monday March 25

The junior knew he wasn't someone calm. Some people would call him cantakerous. That was because they never met him when he was mad. Totally, literally, completely mad. How come Nancy had found nothing about the abject pitiful rug rag of a bitch who dared to defy him ? Archie had stopped three hunters who tried to catch the baboon. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey had managed to restrain four others. Well, that wasn't the worst. No, something had made him going bersek. He thought he had lost his mind. When he had called Zack, this smart boy told him the solution was obvious. He just had to reveal he was seriously dating the baboon. Me ?! Revealing to the whole community I'm dating someone for real ?! Admit I'm becoming a satisfied hunter ?! There's no way it'll happen ! I would rather go in hell than admit I lost to Liam. Because yeah, the truth was, he tried to hunt the baboon and got caught by him. He had fallen in love instead of made Liam fell in love. This is my total disgrace. Anyway that won't stop the hunters. Only sex could but he respected Liam to much to do something now. And his mother who decided to warn his father ! It was a matter of days before the old fart would show up in person to yell at him or call until he answer. But there is no way I let him endanger my relationship with the baboon. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey would protect his boyfriend. God be his witness, nobody would put an hand on him.

When he arrived in the student union office, he was still beyond angry. He slammed the door and looked at the people gathered for the occasion. The council of the community, with all the best and oldest hunters. Archie was easily noticeable, not only because he was tall, but he gave off some strong sexual vibes. He had his feet on the table, wore a tank top despite the cold and sported a grin which said everything about him. Next to him was Theo, smug smile like frozen on his face. Then, there were Gabriel and Matthew. The first was busy putting some lipstick, which obviously made some other stare with envy. The second looked really happy to be there. Well, it was his first time in such a meeting for high member of the community. He was replacing Sophia, who was... unavaible for a unknown period of time. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey looked at Lucy. She was acting all hight and mighty, this braindead whore. Sat very close to her was Miranda. Another slut, who hide pretty well her game until now. Samy was already bored to be there. She had her eyes closed and was sighing from time to time. Lastly, this asshole Jolenne smirked when he looked at her. She was so full of herself, acting like if she owned the place. Summer had done quite a good job reuninting all of them, even if she wasn't invited herself. Only one dude missing. Not so bad.

"People." he said. "I won't say I'm happy to see you because I'm not."

He sat on his place. Now he had their attention.

"I'll be straightfoward : is someone here the idiotic wretched foolish jerk who put a price on my prey's head ?"

Jolenne chuckled.

"We don't have to answer to you." she claimed. "You being the best hunter doesn't mean you can boss us around. Well, I'm not even sure we can continue to consider you the best ?"

"You weren't so cocky when you were begging for my dick bitch." he retorted.

"Oh c'mon." intervened Miranda. "This vulgar attitude of yours doesn't scare us anymore. We know you too well."

Yeah we bonded when you sucked my cock jackass. He knew this assembly wouldn't be easy. They were so arrogant.

"You grew some balls." he ironically congratuled. "But don't think for an instant we're all here on the same foot. Most of you are excuses of hunters. Look, this is a friendly advice : do not defy me."

"I won't." stated Theo.

It made the girls laugh loudly.

"Sure you won't." exclaimed Jolenne. "You already failed miserably because you're lame Theophile."

"Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey and you lost this hunt ages ago." added Miranda. "I mean, what is your strategy your Highness ? Playing friend with the prey ? Doesn't seem to work bro'."

"Maybe he isn't interested in boys at all ?" laughed Lucy.

They're... I don't know. I can't find a proper word to qualifiy such pathetic weaklings.

"Anyway, we don't have to listen to you right ?" interrupted Matthew. "I mean, it's D.R who controls the hunters isn't it ? So we can all hunt the prey and get the money since the bounty hadn't been forbidden."

"Newbie please." sighed Gabriel. "And you girls, listen to yourselves. If Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey himself failed to catch the prey, what makes you so sure you'll succeed ?"

I didn't fail ! I'm his fuckin' boyfriend ! The junior took a deep breath. They were getting on his nerves already.

"The noob is right." suddenly intervened Samy. "The 5000$ bounty is valid. As long as the hunters respect the rules of the community, they can hunt the prey. He's not Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's exclusive prey. Of course, this is unprecedented but as long as D.R doesn't put an end to this, we are all in the game."

So she wanted to hunt the baboon too ? What a bunch of retards.

"You heard that fallen king ?" laughed Jolenne. "You know what ? You should prostitute yourself. With your skills, I'm sure you'll earn more than 5000$ in no time and..."

"Shut the fuck up." grunted Archie sharply. "You're getting on my nerves."

His tone was autoritarian and they all went quiet. He glared at her with so much anger, she shivered. Yeah, that's my heir for you bitch ! Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey took advantage of the sudden silence to talk.

"Listen you morons. I don't care what you think or what you want. This prey is mine to begin with. I'll find the stupid idiot who think he can defy me like this. And I'll destroy him. And every single hunter who try to steal my prey will face the same fate."

"Still, D.R didn't say anything yet." insisted Samy. "You can scare us as much as you want but in the end, she decides."

"If you have a death wish bitchy dickhead, that's your problem. D.R won't protect you all from my anger, count on me for that."

He left after these threatening yet satisfying words.

Because of this meeting, he arrived late and frankly pissed to his date with the baboon. It didn't take long before this one noticed something wasn't right.

"Hey Dami, is everything okay ?" he asked. "You look worried..."

The Dean's grandson grunted. He just had too much on his mind to truly enjoy the moment. All these fucking hunters, his damned family and Zack's stupid suggestion... Even sex couldn't distract him well. (He had tried very hard).

"Is it because of me ?" whispered his boyfriend.

"What ? How the hell did you come with such an absurd idea ?"

The baboon looked away. Oh c'mon.

"I know I'm not very good at listening and seeing things..." mumbled Liam. "You're pissed because I don't give you enough attention right ?"

"Baboon please." sighed Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. "It's true you're a daydreamer but seriously, I prefer you like this than clingy."

Without even noticing, the junior grabbed his boyfriend's arm and put it around him. He huddled on his soft yet firm side.

"I just have a lot of things in my mind." he confessed. "But I'm always feeling better when I'm with you. I swear."

The younger lad smiled, seemingly reassured. Damnit. He's cuter each day. I live for these fuckin' sweet moments. How pathetic. It was weird, but all his anger had faded away. He was indeed feeling better with his baboon around.

Liam Tuesday March 26

The loud music made him cringe. When Colton had invited him to this party, Liam had agreed without thinking. But now, he was regretting. There were a lot of people. The bright light reminded him of a beacon. Since Nate wasn't here, the chestnut lad stayed in a corner with Nick. (His bestfriend was usually the leader in parties.). (But for now, he was with Archibald.). His roommate was busy playing at his gameboy. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Dami had strongly forbidden him to dance ever again since the red panda incident. He was considering leaving when Rebecca came to him.

"Hey Liam." she greeted. "Want a drink ?"

"No thanks." he smiled.

He didn't want to let drunk Liam take control. It would be a disaster. The runner girl smirked.

"Would you like to come with me and my friends ? You must be pretty bored here with Nick..."

His roommate utterly ignored them. I just want to go to sleep. He was about to decline when he saw her. The witch was all smiles, standing next to the exit. Damn. She's very persistent. What was her plan this time ? (Liam was a courageous young man but... The witch looked very scary !). (Nobody would be chilled facing someone like her !). He had to save time until a hero like Dami came. I'll text him once I'm safe.

"Okay Rebbie, I'm coming." he replied consequently.

She led him to her bedroom. Much to his surprise, there was a man half naked laying onto her bed. Another girl was sat next to him, and she smiled to the newcomers.

"Hi there."

I have a strange feeling about that... Liam smiled, a bit confused by the situation. Rebecca offered him a fragrant donut.

"Let's talk between friends." she said. "Please, relax Liam."

The young man did as told, especially because the donut made his mouth salivate. He ate it pretty fast and she gave him another. They're luscious ! They taste like Ms. Liliano's goods.

"I was sure you would like them." the man said.

Only now, Liam recognised him : it was Matthew, another swimmer. The chestnut lad felt reassured. His teammate wasn't someone bad, right ?

"They remind me of home." he confessed while chewing a third.

The girls chuckled. Next to them, Rebecca talked for a sec with Barbara. Then, she closed the door, apparently because it was too noisy. Liam was pretty sure she asked the petite blonde to stand guard outside, but he could have hallucinated. (Because he was sometimes seeing weird things...) (But the unicorns were real, even if you think otherwise !).

"Here." wispered Matthew.

He offered a umpteenth donut to Liam, who gladly took it. He loved the sugary but fruity flavor. The firmness was mushy and sweet. Suddenly, the sophomore put an hand on his belly. It made the chestnut lad jump a bit, but Rebecca attracted his attention with another donut. (Liam wasn't a total naive but it wasn't the first time someone wanted to touch his tummy either.) (Some people were just touchy-feely right ?). It continued for a little while, before the hands found his way to a lower area. Uh... I can tolerate some hug from friends but we are going a little too intimate here. The freshman stood up.

"I'm sorry." he said. "But I don't want to do... this kind of things."

Liam left before they could argue his decision. (But he took the donut's boxes with him !).

He managed to avoid the witch and get out. When he arrived in his flat, he bumped into Nate. His bestfriend was in their shared bedroom, reading a book. When he noticed Liam's package, he raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Donuts ?" offered the chestnut lad while he sat down close to his soulmate. "I hum... stole them from the party next door."

"No thanks. What did you left so early anyway ? Even Nick is still there."

Liam opened a box and licked his lips in advance. He already felt slightly bloated, but it won't stop him now.

"Well, Rebecca and her weirds friends tried to... you know, sleep with me ? At least I think..."

It made Nate tremble. He winced and took several deep breath.

"I guess it's no surprise." he managed to mutter. "You're offcially available and hot..."

The freshman frowned. He swallowed his donut and looked at his bestfriend. This one was shivering. Something was weird. He seems... terrified.

"You refused their advances right ?" he asked. "I mean, you won't let a nobody have sex with you without your consent ?"

"Of course not ! I want to sleep with Dami at some point but... eerh that's very embarrassing."

Liam wasn't virgin. Kilian and him had already done it. (And to be honest, his first time was with a girl). But for now, he didn't feel ready for it. He wanted to know his boyfriend better before entrusting him with his body. (He was already really happy to see how clingy Dami was when they were together. His hero of a boyfriend was always initiating contact !).

"I think Dami is very attractive." he whispered. "And I'm sure he's very talented since he has... experience. But I won't let him do anything before I'm trusting him fully. And myself too."

Nate nodded. This statement seemed to calm him a bit.

"So you'll never seek sex only for fun ? And follow what people say about it without giving it a second thought ?" he asked. "You'll never let them chose for... "

His words got stuck in his throat. Nate sobbed suddenly. Liam forgot about the donuts and hugged his bestfriend.

"I'll always be prudent." he assured.

It's like reawakening bad memories... Does it had a connection with what happened this eventful night ? Liam didn't want to draw any hasty conclusion but... I don't like this. I don't like this at all...

Nicolas Friday March 29

< Imagenius : Sorry I'm late !! >

< TheSavior : hurry we don't have much time before i n2g for my lesson >

< Abeautifulwomen : i bet it's your hunter stuff again ? Shame >

< Imagenius : Maybe you won't believe me but i fucked and became a hunter dude ! So yeah i was with my friend who showed me the rules of the community cuz they're not some barbaric heartless hunters lol >

< TheSavior : can we focus on the game ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : wait wait chief ! So Ima, you made it in the hunters lol ! You know things abut this big hunt you were talkin' ? >

< Imagenius : nothg yet :/ my friend said i shuld wait a little before going for it. Apparently, he know what he's talkin' abut becuz he's kinda famous lol. For now, i have to learn D.R's rules >

< Abeautifulwomen : wait. What ? You're in the same college than D.R ? >

< Imagenius : you know it ? My friend didn't explain shit abut it >

< Abeautifulwomen : not it dumbass but she. She's famous btw. And idk her personally but my boss friend does. He's in the same college than you lol. >

< Imagenius : wow talk abut coincidence ! So your boss friend is a hunter too ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : obviously duh. Ima hey seriously can I give you piece of advice ? >

< Imagenius : what ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : just don't go for the special hunt. This is not worth it. >

< Imagenius : you kiddin right ? My friend told me it was very big i dont want to miss my chance lol. It's just abut having sex with someone who apparently is playin' hard to get lol >

< Abeautifulwomen : becuz we're friend i will tell it another time : don't go for it bro. It'll only bring troubles trust me >

< Imagenius : wait a second... you know what is the special hunt don't you ? Tell me lol ! >

< Abeautifulwomen : no. Just listen to me okay Ima ?!?! >

< Imagenius : that's not funny at all ! Why you don't tell me !! >

< TheSavior : Guys im losin' patience here... get your ass on the game or i swear i'm gonna yell >

< Abeautifulwomen : right away sir ! >

< Imagenius : Coming ! But Beauty, don't think this conversation is over ! >

Nick was almost at the pool when he encountered Pete. It had been a long time they havn't met. The law student hadn't changed much. I wonder why he left the swimming club... Well, it probably had something to do with Theo.

"Wow Nick I almost didn't recognise you !" said the blond lad. "You're... somewhat fatter than before."

You must be kiddin' me ? I mean, Pete is fat. The economic student sucked as he could in his gut. Sure he had gained weight, but not enough to be teased by fatties right ?

"Oh don't get it the wrong way." laughed Pete. "Someone who doesn't do any sport like you, it's pretty normal you gain some weight."

"Are you sayin' I'm lazy ?"

"What ? That's not what I... oh and fuck it... well yeah. You got the paunch to prove it man. Maybe lay off the beer for a while ?"

Nick decided to not answer. They are all annoying today. Even his virtual friends ! He just went inside the pool to join Colton. At least his friend would never judge him for anything !

To be continued

Finally we met them all, the famous and dangerous hunters... All going for Liam’s ass. The big hunt... even Nick’s virtual friend are in this. If only we knew who they were!

On another note, I didn’t know if the trigger warning was relevant for now. Nate didn’t say anything, even if it’s kind of implied. He needs help, and he will get it.

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #the big hunt #everyone talk about it #Who are Nick's friends I wonder #Nick is big #Nate is sad #Drama #Chapter 4 #Part 4

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franklyshipping · 5 years

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Never Disturb A Sleeping Cowboy ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

THIS IS A LOVELY ANONYMOUS PROMPT WHICH I AM VERY EXCITED TO WRITE, BETWEEN OUR SNAZZY COWBOY AND SNAZZY MONARCH OF NUTTINESS! LEEET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @ed-edler @king-of-lee-squirrels and @kingoflesquirrel

A bit of peace and quiet shouldn't be too much to ask for, right? I mean, all it really takes is going somewhere, nice, safe, comfortable and secluded, right? Well, at least that's what Ed Edgar figured to be the case as he lay on a patch of grass in the comforting shadow of an oak tree. After a day of hard work, the cowboy just wanted a nap which the faint scent of grass and flowers around him. He got so close to getting it too, he was lying down, relaxed, and with his hat over his face to shield him from the bright afternoon as he shut his eyes....but it was not to be. Ed Edgar's relaxation was cut short....by a nut.

It was a walnut to be precise, and to be fair the dropping of this particular walnut had been a complete and total accident. The King of the Squirrels had been relaxing in the tree above the cowboy, hardly aware of his presence since he was fixated on arranging some walnuts in his hand by size. Unfortunately, he had fumbled with one and dropped it, which caused it to fall...and land right in the brim of Ed's hat. Thankfully Ed hadn't thought much of it, simply squirming to get comfy once more with a little sigh.

'C'mon mother nature let me naaaap.....'

King covered his mouth to repress a laugh, mainly due to how surprised he was that he managed to land the nut right into the brim of Ed's hat by accident! The monarch hummed to himself as he observed the grumbling man beneath him....oh part of him wanted to let him rest....and yet another, stronger part of him was really very bored. Unfortunately for King, the boredom took precedence when it came to King's decision making....and that decision being that the monarch was going to see how many more nuts he could land on Ed's hat.

The monarch ended up huffing in annoyance when his first two purposeful drops missed Ed's hat by a mile, and the next two, and the next three. But the King was determined....and that determination allowed one to land. Then, a second one landed on its mark....and Ed had HAD it. Ed growled and ripped off his hat, intending to look up and glare at the tree before finding one to nap under that didn't grow nuts. When he looked up and saw King with a hand full of nuts however...his agenda swiftly changed.

'Who in the hecki-King? What in tarnation?!'

The cowboy narrowed his eyes up at the monarch.

'Were you throwing those down onto me?'

Ed spoke accusingly, to which King mustered up the most innocent expression that he could, along with a soft smile down at Ed as he replied.

'Oh my goodness, Edward I simply do not know what on earth you are tal-'

'Oh don't give me that Mr Regal Schmegal crap, I know it was you!'

Ed could see through the innocence from a mile away, using his full first name was enough. As Ed jabbed his finger up at King, the monarch merely rolled his eyes and let the façade drop, swinging his legs as he remarked casually.

'Well you're the one who sat under my tree.'

Ed scoffed, sitting up straighter as he regarded King with a raised eyebrow and disbelief. King never ceased to amaze him with how brazen he could be, I mean sure he was random and eccentric, but he really took his royal status to heart and embodied it quite a lot.

'So you're saying that out of every single tree here, this SPECIFIC one is in fact yours?'

King looked down at Ed's pursed lips and thought for a moment. I mean, technically all the trees in the woodland were his, but there was brazen cheekiness and then there was being a true asshole; King preferred being the former of those. He replied promptly.

'Yes.'

'Bull!'

'We don't get cows in the woods Edward, if so my subjects would have spotted them.'

King smirked subtly, continuing to swing his legs and feet from his position straddling a comfortable branch. Ed gritted his teeth....Ed had a thing about smart asses.

'You think you're so smart don'tcha?'

The cowboy was getting more and more riled every second, I mean smugness aside, this guy had had the audacity to stop him from resting without even batting an eye! Ed anticipated maybe teaching this monarch a lesson, though he wasn't sure, he was still a little tired....

'Well this IS my habitat, and kingdom in fact....'

Ed narrowed his eyes....I think that tiredness was temporarily forgotten now. King smiled to himself, since he was having rather a lot of fun teasing Ed...until he felt a hand latch tight onto one of his swinging ankles. King looked down, and froze at seeing Ed wearing a dark smirk.

'I think a certain King has gotten too big for his boots.'

Before King knew it, he'd been tugged off of his low hanging branch and forced onto the forest floor, only able to let out a yelp as Ed completely overpowered him. Ed smirked in triumph as he pinned the spluttering King on his tummy before sitting on his shins, and snickering as King's bare feet caught his eye.

'Or lack of.'

King flushed with embarrassment....shoes and socks just felt constricting okay! He scrunched his feet as he grasped at the earthy floor, whilst trying to sound defiant.

'Unhand me! I'll set my subjects on you for this!'

Ed hummed amusedly at that....since there were no squirrels, or any other similar woodland creatures to be seen. He set about picking a tuft of soft grass, stroking through the soft blades and holding them in his fist so the tips of the grass blades were all nice and close together. After he finished his little construction, he purred.

'And how will you do that when you're too busy laughing to give any orders?'

King barely had time to register the sentence in his brain before Ed's intentions suddenly became very, VERY clear to him. Ed had begun stroking up and down his soles with the grass blades, making King splutter and giggle with embarrassment at the soft tickling. He couldn't let this happen, he was a King darnit he couldn't just let himself be humiliated like this!

'L-Lehehet me gohoho lehet m-mehe gohoho nohow!'

....unfortunately, he didn't sound as tough as he'd wanted to sound. Ed smirked broadly at this, loving how tittery and ticklish the monarch was.

'Not until you apologise to me for being a dick.'

Ed chuckled, particularly when King spluttered and tittered even more because of his embarrassment. First off, he was being nothing like a piece of genitalia and frankly King found that to be EXTREMELY inappropriate! Secondly, he wasn't going to apologise just because he demanded it!

'Ihihi w-wihihill d-doho noho suhuhuch thihing! Ihi aham a K-Kihing!'

Ed snorted and rolled his eyes at his reply, he felt sooo intimidated by King's jumpy, giggly tone right now; he'd known it was a long shot asking for an apology so soon anyhow. Ed smiled, settling himself properly on King's shins and ankles as he took to swiping under King's toes with the blades of grass.

'Then I guess I'll be tickling your royal tootsies for all eternity, your majesty.'

Ed used the royal title snidely as King squealed and hit the forest floor, his giggles becoming rather frantic as he scrunched his toes to defend their oh so sensitive undersides.

'Yohohou cahahan't yohou cahahan't!'

Ed hummed as he regarded King, before tossing the grass aside; he definitely needed a harder tool of some kind to really break through to King.

'Hmmm, seems like you need a little more convincing about who's really in charge here....'

Ed mused before, unseen to King, his eyes lit up and he picked up two long, thin objects from the forest floor. Meanwhile, King panted, trying to keep himself together despite knowing that the tickling was going to get worse. Nonetheless, King took in a breath, licked a little of his peanut butter beard for moral support, before attempting to replying insistently.

'I-Ihin MY k-kingdom I am in char-AAEEE WHAHAT IHIS THAHAT?!'

King's verbal plan was cut off by his own shriek, followed by his hysterical, hiccup-filled giggling. Ed had picked up the most perfect pair of fine, sharp twigs from the forest floor and had started swiping them up and down King's soles happily. One sharp, precise, tickly twig per foot.

'Y'know I always found twigs annoying, they always stuck in my back whenever I tried to rest or nap outside. I never knew they could be so wonderfully effective!'

Ed mused, putting in a little dramatic effect; he blamed associating with so many Extra™ egos for his little dramatic streak. Ed was serious when he said he liked the twigs now though, they could scratch into wrinkles that fingers could not, and they were harsher than blades of grass could ever be. Plus, they were tickling King and making him blush and scrunch his feet pretty damn hard, so they were clearly doing a good job.

'IHI'LL GEHET YOHOU FOR THIHIHIHIS!'

Ed chuckled, King's threats just sounded cuter and cuter by the second. He experimentally flicked the twig tips over the royal's toe pads as he crooned in response.

'Oh yeah, and how will ya do that? I don't see any of your subjects out here rushing to your aid your majesty....'

King shrieked and arched his back, squeezing his eyes shut as his cackles made his entire body shake with mirth. He totally didn't have his eyes closed in an attempt to ignore the fact that Ed was right and that his subjects were most likely just watching their King being tickle tortured, nopety nope noooope.

'YOHOHOU WIHILL RUHUHUHUE THIHIS DAHAHAHAY!!'

King cried, consumed by embarrassment; especially when he heard Ed snort in amusement as he continued the evil twig tickling technique.

'Uh huh uh huh, I'm not hearing an ''I'm sorry''.'

Oh that smug, stetson-wearing peasant! Despite the torturousness of it all, King was far too proud to let himself be beaten by this. Kings were strong, and he was no different.

'AHAHAND YOHOU'RE NAHAT GEHEHETTING OHONE!!'

Ed huffed with gritted teeth, growling as he tossed the twigs aside. Damn he was strong. He knew plenty of egos that would have babbled apologies as soon as those sharp twigs reached their precious toes, but not King. Ed had to think. This guy was a King of the wild, always outside in nature, so maybe he just needed a rougher treatment than most; plus, with how riled Ed was right now, he was more than happy to provide that kind of treatment. Ed turned his head, looking down at the monarch who had his face tilted to the side. Perfect....he could say this right to his face.

'You have NO idea what you're letting yourself in for. You're dealing with the tired, ruthless version of me Kingy, and that's the version of me that'll be more than happy to make you scream out an apology!'

....King ordinarily might have laughed at how much Ed's moustache twitched as he talked, but the things Ed was saying, the way he was talking....sent so many chills down King's spine. He could see that Ed meant every single word that he said....and King had a sneaking suspicion that even if he did apologise now, Ed would go all out on him before he actually had mercy, he was just that riled. So, King mustered up a smile at the cowboy. If he was going to be tortured, he was going to show his strong attitude first.

'Ahall I hear are words and words and words cowboy....'

King's smile was toothy and smug, since even though he had a hint of fear of what Ed was going to do, he didn't think it would be THAT bad. I mean, twigs were the most tickly things that the forest floor was currently offering....so King didn't even fathom the prospect of Ed actually having his own tool on him. But he did. Granted, he had never anticipated using it for anything other than polishing his boots, but once Ed remembered having the sharply bristled brush in his butt pocket, all thoughts of boot cleaning were cast aside.

'You wanna play tough, pretend you're the big strong leader, fine.....I can play tough too.'

Ed's eyes darkened with ruthlessness as he took out the brush....and started scrubbing King's soles with it. Needless to say, all King could do was scream.

'AHHHHHHAHAHAHAAA AAAAHHHHH!!!'

It was just maddening and insane and just the definition of tickle torture. King was writhing with mirth and regret whilst Ed smirked with delight at seeing King's soles already going a cute pink.

'Ahaaawww, can someone not take a lil scrubby scruuub?'

King thrashed and shook his head with wide eyes because no he could NOT handle it! His screams and shrieks were loud and getting shriller by the second.

'STAHAHAHAHAAAAA IHIHIHAHAHAHAAAA CAHAAAA!!!'

He was seriously going....nuts (yes Ed did chuckle at his own joke a little), and Ed couldn't have been happier, tickle punishments were very much his forte. He snickered happily at the incoherency, scrubbing the balls of King's feet now as he mused.

'One little word, one niiiice little word and it'll all stop.'

As King clenched his fists and struggled and struggled, he knew he had to make it stop....he had to...even if that meant submission.

'SSSAAAA-AHAHAHA!!! SAHAHAHAAARRYYYY!!!'

Ed chuckled and crowed at King's cry, removing the brush immediately.

'Theeeere ya go!'

King gasped desperately, his fists clenching around soil and leaves for comfort as he panted and shivered in the wake of it all. His feet tingled, and King was in shock because never in his life had he felt tickling like that before. Since Ed had slid off his shins, he found the strength to turn onto his side and start to sit up as he whispered.

'Whahat...w-wahas th-that?'

Ed smiled fondly at his innocent question, and held up the brush for King to see; of course, this very much sent the monarch into a state of flustered, wide-eyed awe.

'Ya like it?'

Ed teasingly asked, before giggling at how King swiftly turned his head away out of embarrassment whilst sitting up properly. Ed tucked the tool away with a grin as King mumbled.

'Y-You d-didn't HAVE to use it o-on me....'

Ed smirked, damn he was adorable when he was all meek. He nudged King's shoulder gently as he replied.

'Well, you were kinda being a brat, I had to break ya somehow!'

....dammit, King couldn't help but smile at that, and he nudged Ed back softly as he looked back at him. Then though, as the King looked at Ed and saw his slightly drooping expression and lazy blinking, he remembered why the cowboy had been here in the first place. King straightened up as his idea came to the forefront of his mind.

'H-How about, as an additional apology...'

King unclasped his red, fur lined cloak and offered it to Ed with a soft smile.

'I watch over you as you rest, since you are in my kingdom it is only fair that I am a good host for you.'

Ed blinked a few times, then had to fight a little blush of his own at how kind and sweet King was being. He hadn't even been thinking about his tiredness, until now though, because now he could feel the need for a nap washing over him. He smiled and accepted the cloak, before settling down on the ground and snuggling into its blanket-like warmth.

'Thank you King....I feel safer already.'

King smiled fondly at that, and as Ed got the much needed sleep he deserved, King kept guard. And I can assure you that he made sure no-one, and I mean no-one, disturbed his sleeping cowboy.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ONE LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

#markiplier #markiplier egos #ed edgar #ed #king of the squirrels #king #sfw #platonic #prompt #tickle fic #tickle fanfic #ego fic #ego fanfic #tickle #tickles #tickling #ticklish #luv these bois

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trash-the-tozier · 5 years

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if ur taking prompts 16 18 or 44 w stozier would be sweeet! love ur writing!

thank you so much anon! i have no self control so i kinda combined 18 and 44 into one idea. i hope you like it! i tried very hard to make it short and failed miserably i’m sorry for the delay

length: 2.9k | ao3warnings: none (attempted breaking and entering?)prompts:18. Fake dating AU44. I’m your new neighbour and I got locked out, help!

send me a cliche prompt (list here: x) and a pairing and i’ll write a drabble!

Stan had been living in New York for a solid three days. He’d moved in on Wednesday, spent Thursday unpacking as much as he could, and started his new job at an Accounting firm today, Friday. Not wanting to seem too antisocial to his new coworkers, he’d agreed to go out with them for a Happy Hour of sorts, and was now coming back home, exhausted and just ready to fall into bed. He made it up the four flights of stairs to his apartment, placed his hand on the handle, and tried to turn it.

The door handle wouldn’t budge.

Frowning, Stan tried it again. The doorknob had been a little sticky, sure, the lock sliding out and clicking in a couple of times, but it was nothing a little jostle with his keys couldn’t fix. Stan began digging around in his coat pockets, rooting around for a couple of minutes for his apartment key before stopping, cursing, and letting his head fall back.

He hadn’t updated his key ring yet. The only thing on the ring that he still used were his car keys; the house key and mailbox key still on the ring were for his old place. He’d been juggling his new keys around for the past couple of days, but he hadn’t gotten around to replacing them yet, and he knew, just knew that his apartment key was sitting on his kitchen counter next to the cold cup of coffee he’d also forgotten that morning. Stan was locked out.

Dusk had fallen hours ago, and it was cold out with the sun down. Stan was so tired, not at all feeling up for calling someone--who, the police?--to help him into his apartment. The possibility of renting a hotel room for the night did cross his mind, but it felt incredibly idiotic to spend the money that would take when he was already here, standing outside his apartment door and mere feet from his bed, but unable to get inside.

After jostling at the knob for a little longer, Stan decided he needed a new plan, glancing around for inspiration. He had neighbors on both sides, and on the left was a couple that frankly, going by the things Stan had heard through the rather thin wall of his living room, were terrifying people. He didn’t want to wake them up for help, even if they were home.

The apartment on the right, as far as Stan could tell, was empty. Over the three days that Stan had been here, the room next to his had been completely silent, and he hadn’t heard or seen anyone going in or out. Despite that though, it had all the signs of a tenant living there; mail in the mailbox, a doormat that said ‘WIPE YOUR FEET, STUPID’ in front of the door, and… Stan’s eye caught on something, causing him to frown.

There was a fist-sized and obviously fake rock sitting by the front door. Stan recognized it immediately as one of those ‘hide-a-key’ rocks, and almost laughed out loud; it would have blended in well, sure, if this person had a front yard. But the plastic rock was just sitting outside the door of an apartment building, and much more obvious than if this person had just slipped the key under the rug.

Stan began weighing his options. On the other side of the building, each apartment had a tiny balcony, separated only by a rail he could easily jump over. Stan knew for a fact that his own balcony door was unlocked, and he’d never seen hide nor hair of anyone else living in the apartment next door. He could use the key, slip through this stranger’s apartment as quickly as he could, then jump over the balcony railing and get into his own place.

Sure, that might be breaking and entering, but he wasn’t going to take anything. And did it really count if nobody actually lived there? Before he could talk himself out of it, Stan opened up the fake rock, got out the key, and got to work.

Almost immediately, a loud voice came floating up the stairs.

“No Mikey, I’m telling you!”

Stan resisted the urge to jump away. Those tenants probably didn’t know him, and didn’t know what apartment was his; he would just look like someone trying to enter their own apartment, as long as he didn’t act too dodgy about it.

“Richie, I’m not trying to embarrass you.” Came a second voice, quieter and more placating than the first. “He’s nice, really! I met him at the library, I think you would like him.”

“Well, I don’t need any more of your pity set-ups, alright? I’ve got a boyfriend, thank you very much.” The first voice--Richie, must be--said loudly.

“You somehow got a boyfriend between this week and last week, when you complained to me about how desperately single you were?” The “Mikey” guy’s voice was heavy with doubt.

“I did. I did! And he’s way cuter than all the dumb book club guys you’ve been matching me up with, so you should just stop trying to--”

A disbelieving silence. The apartment door clicked open, Stan stooping to replace the key into the little rock thing when he realized that the two guys that had been climbing the stairs weren’t talking anymore. He whirled around, and froze like a deer in the headlights.

There were two men standing behind him. One of them, a guy with a thin face, square jaw, and thick glasses had an arm outstretched, keys in hand, staring at Stan with incredulity. Stan knew an expression like that could only mean one thing, his stomach turning. Whoever this guy was, he was the person that lived in this apartment. The apartment than Stan was currently breaking into.

The second guy was looking between Stan and his friend, his face one of expectant caution. Stan didn’t know if he should just begin running, or if that would make the situation worse. Then, to Stan’s complete confusion, the first man’s face broke out into an incredible smile.

“I didn’t know you’d be here!” He exclaimed. By his voice Stan could tell this guy was the one named Richie, and he was absolutely beaming, hurrying close. “You didn’t tell me you were planning on stopping by tonight!”

His arms were open for a hug, and Stan simply let the hug happen, unsure of what to do. The man didn’t smell like alcohol, so he probably wasn’t drunk. What was going on? It wasn’t until the man whispered in Stan’s ear that things began to make sense.

“Please just play along with this.”

Oh. Oh. Richie, the entire walk up to the apartment, had been telling his friend about a new guy that he was dating. A guy that, apparently, was fake. A guy that Stan was supposed to pretend to be.

Well, Stan thought. It was better than being arrested, so he figured he might as well go with it.

“I wanted to surprise you!” Stan answered, reaching up to hug Richie back, and Richie pulled out of the hug, shock all over his face, possibly from the fact that his request had worked. Then he gave Stan a grateful--if not slightly mischievous--smile, and Stan felt something in his chest catch at the sight of it.

Richie turned back to his friend, his arm still around Stan’s shoulders, and Stan figured it was time to go all in. If luck had his back tonight, he would be able to use Richie’s apartment to get into his own after all.

“Hi, I’m Stanley Uris.” He said, holding out a hand. He didn’t even need to fake the slight embarrassment in his voice at his next words. “I’m, uh… I’m Richie’s boyfriend.”

“Mikey” reached out in kind, shaking Stan’s hand. “Mike Hanlon.” He said. “It’s… It’s nice to meet you, Stanley.”

“Stan, please.” Stan amended, Richie using his free hand to open his now-unlocked apartment door.

“Want a cup of coffee, Mikey?” Richie asked, but it didn’t seem like much of a question, and Mike didn’t even have time to answer before Stan found himself fully dragged into Richie’s kitchen, Richie flicking the lights on as he went.

“Alright.” Richie said before Stan could even speak, whirling around to face him and leaning against the counter. “If you’re gonna rob me, could you at least wait until my friend goes home? He was only going to stop in for a cup of coffee. Won’t take long”

“I…” Stan didn’t know what to say to that. “I don’t know what’s going on.” He confessed.

Richie sighed a little, pursing his lips, and Stan watched him, feeling like he shouldn’t find the annoyed expression attractive, but embarrassingly, something about it was.

“My friend Mike, he’s great. Love him to pieces. And he thinks I’m lonely and sad, which is true--” the offhand omission had Stan raising his eyebrows, but Richie didn’t even slow down; he began getting coffee together, fussing with the Keurig on the counter and placing a mug under the spicket-- “and he keeps trying to set me up. His intentions are good, but he’s shit at it. But the thing is, he won’t stop. He thinks I have to be dating someone, which I get, because he just won the goddamn nerd lottery and his librarian ass is engaged to a world famous horror fiction writer, but still. He won’t let me just be sad and lonely in peace.”

“Wait, who is he engaged to?” Stan asked in interest, trying to ignore the fact that this was, quite possibly, the weirdest conversation he’d ever had.

“Bill Denbrough.” Richie said with a wave of his hand, and Stan felt his jaw drop. He’d definitely heard of William Denbrough. He had a number of Denbrough paperbacks on his bookshelf.

“The Bill Denbrough?” Stan asked back, and Richie leaned back in exasperation.

“Is every guy I meet in the vicinity of Mike going to be a goddamn groupie?” He asked. “Bill isn’t even cool. He’s a fucking nerd. But I tell you what.” He fixed Stan with a look. “I’ll get you his autograph if you just pretend to be my boyfriend until Mike goes home. Deal?”

“Yeah.” Stan didn’t really need the extra incentive--the fact that Richie had hugged him and invited him in instead of calling the cops was reason enough for Stan to play along--but he would take it. “Sure. Deal.”

The Keurig stopped, Richie grabbing Mike’s coffee with one hand and extending the other out to Stan. So Stan took it, entwining their fingers together--again, something embarrassing in his chest jumped at the touch, but Stan forced it down--and they reentered the living room.

Richie, Stan was quick to learn, was a very touchy person. They sat next to each other on the couch, so close that if either of them moved an inch they would be in each other’s laps. Richie was very animated when he spoke, and he spoke a lot, so he was always moving, but whenever there was some sort of lull--usually Mike talking, or Stan finding something to contribute that wouldn’t raise any suspicions about just how much of a stranger he was--Richie’s hand would rest on him in some way, over the back of the couch and rubbing a small circle on his shoulder, or playing absently with his fingers, or feather-light on his knee. And while Stan would normally be annoyed by something like that, he found he didn’t mind. It made him feel noticed, and paid attention to when he spoke. Even though it was fake, it made him feel adored.

They talked until Mike finished his coffee, Stan finding out through context clues that Richie’s apartment had seemed empty because for the past couple of days it had been, Richie part of a friend group that took a trip together to celebrate Mike and Bill’s engagement. Stan rather liked Mike by the end of the interaction; he was a kind, sensible, good-natured guy who seemed very welcoming and interested in whatever Stan had to say.

Stan was finding that he liked Richie, too. He was loud, with huge nerdy glasses and a floppy haircut, but he truly was funny, and tall, with wide warm hands and an attractive amount of scruff. Stan blamed his exhaustion on the passing desire to feel the stubble burn that the barely-there beard would leave against his neck. It felt nice to have Richie’s hands on him.

“I won’t overstay my welcome. I’m sure you two want the rest of the evening together.” Mike said, getting to his feet. He went to the kitchen, washed out his coffee cup, and returned with his hand outstretched in Stan’s direction. “It was really nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too.” Stan said as he shook Mike’s hand, finding he meant it. Richie stood as well to give Mike a hug, and then he was out the door.

As soon as he was gone, Richie got a stray napkin and pen from the coffee table, writing IOU 1 Bill Denbrough autograph on it in a messy scrawl and handing it over to Stan.

“Let me know when you want to collect.” He said. “You know where I live. Hell, you did such a good job pretending that you like me that you can take one thing of value out of my apartment and I won’t even call the cops.”

Stan figured it was about time he explained something.

“Richie, I’m not trying to rob you.” He said. Richie frowned at him.

“Then what the fuck were you doing? Because you looked real fucking guilty when I walked up.” He said. “Breaking in for the thrill of it?”

“I… I live next door.” Stan said, pointing to the left wall of the living room with his thumb. “I just moved in, and I locked myself out of my apartment. I thought your apartment would be empty--because for the past couple days, it had been--and I thought that maybe I could just let myself in and climb over the balcony. I didn’t want to take anything.”

Richie stared him full in the face for a solid five seconds. Then he burst out laughing.

“You--you locked yourself out?” He gasped. He had a hand on his chest and was leaning back, his eyes closed, his nose scrunched, his voice high in amusement. “And you, you were trying to--god, the look on your face when you saw me, I really thought…” He faded into laughter again, Stan unable to do much more than stand there.

“Well, I’m glad you find it so funny.” He said, and Richie looked at him, his eyes alight with so much joy and amusement that Stan felt that twist in his chest a third time and decided it was high time for him to leave before he did something dumb, like kiss his stupidly cute next door neighbor.

Richie led Stan out to the balcony, Stan able to jump the rail easily. He checked his balcony door, just to make sure it was unlocked--it was--before turning back to Richie, putting the IOU napkin in his pocket.

“This has been the weirdest night of my life.” He confessed, and Richie grinned.

“That’s what happens when you live next to Richie Tozier.” He said, winking, the wink so cocky that it was sexy. “When am I going to see you again?”

“Well, I mean…” Was that an implied pickup line, or was Stan’s brain messing with him? “We’re neighbors, so it’s bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Yeah, but I was hoping for something a bit more concrete than that.” Richie was stepping closer to the railing, and Stan felt himself step closer too. “Like… I don’t know, coffee tomorrow at noon?”

“Noon?” Stan asked back.

“Yeah, I don’t really wake up early.”

“You’ll have to walk me there; I don’t know where any of the good coffee places are yet. I just moved here.”

“Exactly! It would be a crime if I didn’t welcome you to New York.”

They were very close now, Richie’s face illuminated only by the moon and the light streaming out through his kitchen. Richie only seemed to be a couple inches taller than him, but Stan still had to tilt his chin up a bit to look him in the eye.

“A crime?”

“Yeah. Someone’s gotta show that pretty face around.”

Richie grinned a bit, and Stan gave up on his--admittedly, weak--attempt at restraint, leaning in to kiss him.

Stan felt Richie take a surprised breath in through his nose, then was kissing him back, hands reaching out to touch him, one falling to his waist, the other on the side of his neck. Richie’s palm was a bit rough, and he smelled nice this close, and he was so warm that it was all Stan had not to melt against him. He pulled back instead, Richie making a small groaning noise in the back of his throat at the lost contact, which tugged a bit of a grin onto Stan’s face.

“Save it for tomorrow, alright?” He said. Looking reluctant, Richie pulled his hands away. “Night, Richie.”

“Goodnight, Stan.” Richie winked again. “Be sure to dream of me.”

“Fuck off.” Stan told him, turning to go inside, hearing Richie laugh as he did. Stan got ready for bed, the breath of the kiss still on his lips, now very excited for tomorrow morning. Or, tomorrow at noon.

#stozier #stan uris #richie tozier #stozier fic #it 2017 #it 2019 #it fic #myfic #asks #it's been a while since i've written these boys #and I haven't tried an adult dynamic before #so I hope my characterization doesn't suck too much!#Anonymous

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