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sundrop-tetsu · 2 years

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𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 | b. katsuki ✔︎

ఌ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you told him not to get so close or he’d get sick too— it’s not your fault he can be such an idiot. but you can’t decide what’s cuter, your husband caring for his sick daughter or your daughter caring for your now sick husband

ఌ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: prohero!katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

ఌ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: domestic fluff, family and romantic love

ఌ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: heart attack cuteness

ఌ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2325 words

ఌ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫´𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: week 1 of fluffy february — domestic fluff @fluffyfebruary <33 enjoy everyone !!

“Asami,” you knocked on her bedroom door, “come on, uncle Izuku and Hotaru are waiting for you outside.”

“Stop calling him her uncle, he’s nothing but a cheater.” Katsuki grumbled as he walked into the hallway, the two of you beginning to go to the living room.

“Katsuki,” you chuckled, “he won because you have no patience. You can take Asami and Hotaru to school next year.”

“It’s not fair, I wanted to take my princess and Hotaru to school.” He whispered under his breath before picking up his phone from the counter.

“Mommy! Can I go to Hotaru’s house after school?,” Asami asked after running over to the living room, her blonde hair in a ponytail, a backpack in hand, and her shoe laces untied, “Hotaru said that Aunt Ochaco is making dumplings again!”

“Not before you tie your shoe laces.” You teased her before making your way back to the soup cooking in the kitchen.

The house the three of you lived in wasn’t particularly small but it wasn’t huge either, Katsuki had picked it since he said a larger house would keep the three of you guys apart instead of closer together.

Asami looked down at her feet before quickly trying to tie them, “W-Wait! Mommy, I have to get going. Can I please go! I’ll tie them in the car.” She followed after you to the kitchen, a cough being heard from her as she quickly covered her face. You raised an eyebrow.

“You’ll trip on the concrete. Didn’t you learn that not tying your shoes leads to accidents?” You turned the bacon around on the pan.

“But I’m not daddy.” She pouted.

You laughed as Katsuki walked in with a confused face before opening the fridge, “What about me?”

“We’re talking about how daddy’s an idiot who can’t tie his shoe laces and trips on the concrete.” You smiled innocently at him.

“Oh come on! It was one time!”

You and your daughter laughed together. Katsuki calmed down as he watched. Seeing you and your daughter together was so beautiful to him, enchanting even. Asking you to marry him, having a beautiful little girl together, now THATS the greatest decision he’s ever made.

“Okay fine, you can go. But I’ll ask Izuku if you tied your shoes in the car.” You looked at her with a weird expression making her give one back.

“Oh that’s fine. He ties my shoes anyway.”

“Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy! Love you guys!” Asami yelled out before going opening the front door.

“Bye honey, love you! Be careful and don’t give Izuku too much trouble.”

“Bye princess, love you too.” Katsuki smiled over at her.

And out the door she went.

“I have to get to work soon, teddy bear. Sorry I can’t stay for long to eat breakfast with you.” Katsuki leaned over and hugged you from behind.

“Be safe, no stupid risks. Have a nice day at work, I made your lunch.” You smiled at him before grabbing a lunch pal.

He whined before hugging you tighter, “Why aren’t you more sad about this? I’m over here pouring my love out and you’re telling me to leave.”

“Of course I’m upset love, but keeping you here means keeping you from doing what you love, dummy.” You titled your head up and looked up at him, your pretty (e/c) eyes giving him a loving look.

“Damn dumbass,” he whispered softly, turning away as his face heated up, “looking so cute when you’re looking up at me.”

You turned before pecking his lips, “I’ll see you later. Head over to work and let me know how it went.”

“Yea yea, whatever. I’ll pick up Asami after school. I wanna see my princess again.” He grumbled again before walking towards the door.

Asami looked so much like you, she was a gorgeous little girl with your looks and personality while she had Katsuki’s red eyes and blonde hair. Honestly, the love Katsuki holds for his daughter is out of this world.

"I love you, teddy bear." Katsuki called out as he grabbed his keys.

"I love you too, call me during lunch." You blew him a kiss as he caught it and shoved it in his pocket, earning a cute laugh from you.

The rest of the day was pretty quiet. You loved when you had time to take care of yourself. Considering the fact that you grew up without a quirk, people could be mean. So every moment you got, you would remind yourself that you deserved the world.

Around 10am was when you got the call. Honestly, maybe you should've expected it.

Asami had been acting weird for the past two days. And when asked what was wrong, she'd say she was either stressed or that some kid had upset her earlier. Both responses always worried you and Katsuki, you both hoped she wasn't being bullied or overworking herself. After all, she was already six years old and no quirk had appeared yet.

You feared that your daughter had become quirkless just like you were and was now getting bullied, but when you asked, she always said she wasn't being bullied. Regardless, both you and Katsuki continued to love her since she was still your daughter. And Izuku helped a lot in helping Asami feel better about being quirkless since he also knew what it was like.

Now, you were sitting on the couch, listening to the secretary finally tell you what was wrong with Asami.

"Ms. Bakugou, we're sorry for not calling earlier but it seems it has gotten worse."

Your eyes widened, hoping nothing physical happened to Asami.

"Ms. Honey, the school nurse, had informed me that Hotaru took Asami there during recess. She has a raging fever, has been majorly dizzy all day, and even going as far as having some smoke come out of her palms and ears."

Your widened eyes quickly switched to relief and then worried. So Asami wasn't being bullied, she was sick. And she didn't tell you or Katsuki..

"You had informed us that Asami is quirkless, is that correct?" The secretary proceeded.

When getting to elementary, schools usually asked parents if their children had a quirk and if so, what that quirk was. It was due to the fact that many kids would use their quirks without permission or sometimes their quirks would loose control due to their young age and the school staff needed to know ways to be able to help the students with quirks.

"T-That's right, what does that have to do with Asami being sick?" You replied while slipping on some shoes, grabbing your bag and your keys, ready to go pick up your daughter.

"We think she might be a late bloomer."

"...Pardon?"

You turned your car on, starting to drive as you set the phone on speaker mode while backing out of the parking garage.

"Well your husband, Bakugou, has a quirk called explosion. It's where it allows him to sweat nitroglycerin-like sweat from the palms of his hands and ignite it on command, allowing him to create strong explosions," the secretary read from an article about the famous pro hero, "Asami seems to be showing a quirk similar to that. However, it seems instead of allowing the explosions to happen, Asami is holding them in. Making the heat increase her body temperature which caused her to become sick. When she's better, I do hope you and your husband can help train her accordingly. It's a shame that she has to leave, she's the school sweetheart." The secretary whispered at the end.

Finally having the shock leave your body, you exited out of the car and ran over to the school office before opening the door.

"Ms. Suzuki?" You spoke out.

"Oh," the woman turned and smiled at you before hanging up the phone in her hand, "you're quick, Ms. Bakugou. Though I suppose any parent would come running if they found out their child has become ill."

"Thank you for informing me of the situation, where is my daughter?"

She pointed towards a door behind her that had the letters "Ms. Honey, School Nurse" in bold. You quickly went over and opened the door to see Asami laying on a bed, she looked so red, so tired.

"Honey," you frowned as you went over to her, she fluttered her eyes open before looking at you with sad eyes, "why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I didn't want you to worry." Asami sighed.

You shook your head before picking her up and carrying her in your arms, before walking out back into the office.

"I hope you get better soon, Asami. We'll miss you." Ms. Suzuki smiled at the little girl before opening a binder and handing a pen to you, asking you to sign Asami out.

"I'll miss you guys too." Asami sadly smiled back as you closed the binder after signing it.

"Thank you again! Have a nice day." You waved at the woman before heading home with your sick daughter.

Once the two of you got home, you quickly gave Asami a nice bath, hoping it would help her temperature lower before sending her to bed as you made her some chicken soup. You picked your phone up and dialed Katsuki's number not wanting to wait until lunch to tell him.

"It's not lunch time yet, dumbass." You heard his voice on the other end. Regardless of what he said, you knew he was happy to hear from you already.

"Katsuki, I got a call from the school." You cut to the chase.

At the mention of this, he immediately got worried, readying himself to head home in case the call was about Asami being bullied for being quirkless.

"What the hell happened?" You heard papers being rustled on the other end, him grabbing his keys as he was yelling at someone that he was heading home already due to a situation.

"Our daughter has a quirk, Katsuki. It's similar to yours, and since she didn't know how to control it, she ended up getting sick. She's at home right now with me."

You didn't hear anything on the other end for a while. If Katsuki was being honest, he was a bit happy when you both assumed she was quirkless. Asami had always said she wanted to be a hero, just like her father. And he knew how dangerous it is so he was glad to know that she no longer had that dream when realizing she wasn't going to get a quirk. But now that she apparently did, and a quirk just like his? He quickly rushed home, wanting to hug his princess and spend all of his time helping her recover.

"I'm on my way. Don't get too close, I don't want you to get sick either. I love you."

"I love you too. Don't be careless on the road, you're worried."

"Yea yea, I'll listen... Mom."

He quickly hung up as your cheeks heated up.

Once Katsuki did arrive home, he saw you handing some soup to Asami before setting a wet rag on her head.

"Princess, how are you doing?" He made his presence known, his hands in his pockets as he sadly frowned at the sight of his daughter sick in bed due to her quirk.

"Daddy," Asami beamed, "I have your quirk! I can finally follow in your footsteps."

He sadly smiled back at her, "Yea. That's great, honey."

He walked over and took his shoes off before laying in bed with her. You sighed at his actions before feeding a spoon full to Asami.

"You'll get sick, suki."

"I'll be fine." He insisted before kissing Asami's forehead.

The rest of the week was spent with helping Asami feel better. Katsuki stayed home from work as well, laying in bed with Asami to keep her company and to entertain her.

You worried Katsuki would end up getting sick. After all, he even slept with Asami as he worried she would get worse because of her quirk. It was adorable the first time you saw it. After having some dinner together, the three of you headed to bed for the night. You woke up around 2am, wanting to drink some water. On the way, you opened Asami's door to check up on her. Katsuki laid there holding his daughter in his arms, the adorable star nightlights Asami had in her room lighting up their faces as they slept. You smiled at the scene, happy that your husband loved the beautiful daughter the two of you created so much. You went to bed with extra love in your heart. Honestly, you couldn't stop falling in love with your cute little family.

Finally, on a Friday, Asami was back to normal temperature and was no longer sick. She was so happy to finally be able to fully train her quirk, excited explosions coming out of her hands as she cheered up and down with you.

During the week, it was revealed that while Asami had Katsuki's quirk, it was a more.. advanced version of it. She could create an explosion from any part of her body on command. From her finger tips, to her palms, to her full hands, and her feet. She could even create an explosion by spitting out nitroglycerin, which she thought was gross.

Excited to finally start training, she ran into her room to get her dad only to see him cough with a red tinted face.

"I should've listened to your mom." He grumbled as he rested into the blankets.

You walked into the room chuckling at his state, "I told you that you would get sick. You're so stubborn, you know that, right?"

"Mommy! We should give daddy some medicine. The yucky medicine that he made me take when I was sick." Your daughter smirked.

Yup, Asami was definitely Katsuki’s daughter. And you love the both of them so much, just as much as they love you.

#my hero academia #mha #bnha #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #female reader #mha x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou x y/n #fluff #bakugou fluff #mha fanfiction #mha fluff #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou x fem!reader #married au #works by emperor tetsurou <3 #fluffy february

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cosmicgoddesswrites · 2 years

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imma just need a bit with cat burglar X Peter where Jude hears the reader call Peter daddy because ……

Omg okay but this is brilliant, I had way too much fun writing this

"Buddy, can you go watch cartoons while mommy works on dinner? I got a lot to take care of for tonight." (Y/n) grunted as she set down the bags on bags of groceries she had just hauled into their apartment.

Jude puffed his cheeks, "I wanna help!"

(Y/n) couldn't help but smile at her boy before kneeling so they were eye-level with each other. "You're the sweetest little boy a mommy could ask for, yknow that? I just have a lot of veggies to cut and I don't want you to cut yourself, okay?"

He stuck out his lower lip, pout unwavering.

"I'm pretty sure it's time for Bugs Bunny, riiight?" She said, tilting her head at him.

Jude's (e/c) eyes brightened and he pressed a quick kiss to (Y/n)'s cheek before bolting off to the living room.

(Y/n) was about halfway through cooking dinner when her phone began to go off. She rushed to answer when she recognized the ringtone as the one she had set for Peter. "Well well well. That's three 'well's, Peter. You know what that means?"

Peter whined on the other end, "yeah yeah I know I was supposed to help out. There was a thing with a bus and a very steep hill-"

"You don't have to explain, Peter," (Y/n) giggled. "Are you still bringing by those dumplings from that place Jude likes so much?"

"Of course, and one of those little fluffy cheesecakes you guys like. What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn't?" He chuckled.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and lowered her voice, "You're definitely the best daddy in the world, no doubt about it." She could practically hear Peter blushing on the other end.

"I-I gotta go I'm paying-" Peter sputtered, causing (Y/n) to bark out a laugh.

"Okay! See you in a bit." She hung up the phone, a bright smile on her face as she returned to cooking, completely unaware of her son standing around the corner, having heard everything.

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The three sat at the table, enjoying their meal while Peter was busy rambling about his latest project he was working on at the lab. Usually Jude would rapid fire ask questions about Peter's work, (Y/n) swore she had a future scientist on her hands, but Jude was uncharacteristically silent as he picked at his noodles.

(Y/n) lightly nudged Peter with her foot to get him to take a breath. "Jude? You've hardly touched your udon, I thought you liked how mommy cooked it?"

"I'm not hungry..." he mumbled.

Peter and (Y/n) exchanged worried looks. Peter set his chopsticks down and put a hand on Jude's shoulder. "Jude-y moooody, is something wrong? You know you can talk to your mom and I about anything."

Jude glanced up at Peter through his lashes, then to (Y/n) before speaking. "Are you my daddy?"

(Y/n)'s chopsticks clattered onto her plate.

"W-What? Buddy-"

"I heard you and mommy on the phone!" Jude cut Peter off, "She said you're the best daddy in the world! Have you been my real daddy this whole time and you didn't tell me?"

Peter's face went beet red as his head snapped to look in (Y/n)'s direction. She was busy hiding her head in her palms.

"Listen, Jude," Peter gulped, trying to calm himself down, "I'm not your biological dad, your mom was just-"

"I want him to be your dad and I've been trying to get him used to being called that!" (Y/n) piped up, face visible flushed as both boys turned their attention to her.

Jude’s brows furrowed “You want him to be my daddy?”

(Y/n) nodded quickly, “I do-”

“You do?” Peter asked, earning a look from (Y/n).

“I do,” she cleared her throat, straightening up in her chair. “That’s why you heard me call him ‘daddy’... no other reason...”

Jude looked back at Peter, giving him puppy eyes, “Pleaaaase be my daddy! Pleaaaaase! You know all the good cartoons and mommy doesn’t!”

(Y/n) scoffed, offended by Jude’s words and ready to defend herself before Peter spoke up.

“Of course I’ll be your daddy, Jude.” Peter smiled, comfortingly rubbing Jude’s shoulder as he spoke. “You and your mommy mean so much to me, I love you both so much. I’d love nothing more than to be your dad.”

Jude smiled so big his cheeks started hurting. He practically jumped off his chair and into Peter’s arms, hugging his neck tight. “I love you more! You’re my daddy now! No one else’s!”

(Y/n) felt her heart melting as she tried fighting off her tears, only for Peter to ruin the moment.

“Not even mommy’s daddy? You don’t wanna share me with her?” Peter asked, tossing a cocky glance (Y/n)’s way.

“I gueeess I can share you with her!” Jude giggled.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) was preparing to throw a plate at Peter.

#tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #asks

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ppersonna · 4 years

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the sheriff - knj | m

↳ summary- you’ve always had a soft spot for Kim Namjoon, the local sheriff. seems like he’s had one for you, too.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

↳ word count- 6.8k (THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRABBLE I...)

↳ genre- smut, fluff

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), cowboy dirty talk, unprotected sex, aftercare, namjoon is a whole gentleman, we love to see it, period-typical gender roles, sex in a saloon, severe overuse of the word Darlin, artistic liberties on language used in the old west lol

↳ a/n- hello! welcome to my first (not so) drabble for Bangtan Rodeo! this was requested by my angel dani @minloop who requested “ Howdy partner, Namjoon + saloon + sheriff 🤠” i hope you enjoy it love! thank you to my soulmate @mindays for the amazing banner omg i c ry every time i look at it. and thank you to @hobiance for making up this fun game, and for @mindays for beta-reading it!! i also wanna shoutout my crew @ladyartemesia @xjoonchildx @taetaewonderland @kookiesjoonies who i would never write again if it werent for their constant hype. I LOVE YOU ALLLLLL.

What had started out as a pleasant ride through town on your father’s horse, Bang, turned into an absolute nightmare.

The horse had gotten spooked by some unknown creature, and reared up high, before taking off at a break-neck pace. Your screams were drowned out by the thunderous beat of the stallion’s hooves and the wind rushing by as the horse ran erratically out of the town and into the wilderness.

“Help!” You screamed, hoping someone would hear you. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you clung to the reins, skirt billowing behind you.

Bang the horse reared up again in a clearing, and this time it was no match for your delicate strength. You slid off the horse and landed hard on your back with an ‘oof’ before your vision went black.

“Hey, you hear me? Little lady?”

The voice wakes you, and you blink a few times. Sitting up, you wince at the stabbing pain that radiates through your body and hiss.

“Hey now, be careful,” the gentle voice speaks again. “Don’t get up too fast. Here, lay back down.”

Something soft touches the back of your head and you realize the kind stranger must have balled up some clothing for you to rest on.

The sun is still high in the sky and your vision is slowly coming back to normal, when you focus on the face of your savior—before nearly passing out again.

It’s the town Sheriff, Kim Namjoon. The very man you’ve harbored a secret crush on for years.

You’ve watched him become a deputy and work his way up the ranks. He was a gentleman, and the bravest man in town. He battled some of the fiercest bank robbers and thieves in the county and always came back victorious. He was prime husband material.

That is, if you had ever spoken a more than a single word to him.

He’d work for your father on your ranch often, helping with mending fences or shoeing horses. He’d sit at your dinner table and graciously eat the soup, dumplings and pie you’d make special for him and thank you with a tip of his hat—then be off, back to saving the town, before you could even build up the courage to tell him ‘good evening’.

“How you feelin’?” He asks tenderly, cupping your cheek and pushing your mused hair behind your ear as best as he could.

It’s hard to speak—equal parts in pain from the fall and stunned from the beautiful man staring you down.

“H-hurts,” you whisper, licking your lips.

Namjoon’s eyes follow where your tongue trails over your chapped lips and swallows hard.

“I bet. You took quite the fall there.”

You close your eyes, remembering the terrifying moment you fell off. The horse had been so frightened, so ablaze...

Suddenly, you remember your father’s prize stallion. He had likely run off while you laid unconscious in the dirt.

“Oh, no!” Your eyes fly open. “Bang!” You try to sit up, but Namjoon shushes you and gently guides you back down.

“He’s all right, miss. He’s eating an apple, as happy as can be.”

“Oh, praise the lord,” you sigh. “Papa would tan my hide.”

Namjoon chuckles and nods.

“Brave of you to take that beast out for a ride. You think you can sit up?”

You nod, and with his strong, gorgeous hands assisting you, you sit up straight.

He offers you the waterskin in his hands. “Here, have some water. You’ll need it for that headache.”

“What headache—owww,” you groan as the sudden pounding in your head echoes the pounding of the horses’ hooves galloping out of town. Namjoon chuckles and pats down your hair—picking out dirt and leaves.

“Once you feel back to sorts, I’ll wrangle Bang up to my horse so you can ride with me, and I’ll take you home.”

The water from the skin is cool and you sigh as it coats your dry throat, eyes closing in bliss. Namjoon keeps his eyes on you for a moment, watching the way you drink. He nearly groans as a bit falls from your lips, trails your neck and down onto your pretty chest. It slips past your clothes, where his eyes can no longer follow it, and he shakes himself back to propriety.

“Thank you,” you speak as you swallow the water and hand back the skin. “I needed that.”

Namjoon nods solemnly, tucking the skin back to his holster belt before standing up.

“You stay there and rest while I get Bang tied up, alright?”

You’re hopeless to deny any request from the handsome sheriff, and you’re nodding your assent before you try to fight back on feeling better.

Instead, you watch as the tall man stands and strides over to Bang, cooing gently at the enormous beast and patting his nose for a moment to calm any lingering nerves the horse may have.

Your mind wanders and you suddenly envision a future with the sheriff—watching him tend to your horses while you cook dinner and mind the children. You imagine him herding you into your bedroom and pushing you deep into your featherbed, dripping cock aching to slide into your warmth as he whispers how much he loves you into your ear.

You’re only snapped out of your fantasy when the man of your dreams approaches once more, a bridled horse at his side as he slips the reins through his own horse’s saddle to guide him back to town.

“You all right there, little lady? You looked a little dazed.”

Your cheeks heat and you nod, quickly trying to dispel the embarrassment.

He sticks his hand out and you watch as your small hand fits in perfectly to his grip, and he tugs you up with ease; the momentum of the pull has you being pulled directly into his chest.

“T-thank you,” you murmur breathlessly. The sheriff stares down at you, eyes fixed on your own before they glance at your lips as if it’s his last wish to press his own there.

He’s silent for a moment as he holds you against his chest, then rights himself and backs away.

“You’re welcome, ma’am. Glad to help.”

Namjoon lifts you onto his own horse and your heart stutters at the feel of his hands gripping your waist. It’s warm where he touches and you wonder what his hands would feel like touching you everywhere. You imagine his hands would feel like a dying campfire on your bare skin, deceivingly scorching hot.

He saddles up behind you and wraps his arms around you, gripping the reins as he clicks his tongue at his horse to start a slow trot back towards town.

The gentle trot of the horse makes your chest heave and fall, bouncing with each step the horse takes. Namjoon glances down and can see the way your breasts jiggle and bites his tongue. You look enchanting—dirty skirt and ripped blouse from the fall. Namjoon only wishes he had been the one to dirty you and rip your clothes. His cock hardens against his will and he prays to god you don’t feel his arousal poking you in the back and prays he can get you to town before you realize and slap him into the next county.

And you definitely notice.

Your cheeks heat to hotter than the summer sun and you swallow hard to dispel some ache in your chest. Your core suddenly feels desperate for attention and you can almost imagine the way his hands would feel rubbing at your needy clit, whispering filth into your ear as he coaxed orgasm after sobbing orgasm from within you.

“Are you goin’ to the square dance tomorrow night?” Namjoon suddenly asks you, attempting to distract himself away from his rising cock.

In the chaos of your frightful ride out of town, and the bliss of being pressed up against the handsome sheriff, you had forgotten all about the annual square dance held at the town saloon. Drinks, dancing, and fiddlin’ festivities were always bound to happen.

“Oh, it must have slipped my mind,” you say. “But, I suppose I could get Papa out of the house. He has an eye on that new schoolteacher.”

Namjoon laughs, and it warms your heart. He’s taken special care of your father as much as you have ever since your mother died years ago.

“I think she has her eye on him, too.”

You hum, deep in thought of your lonely father, and Namjoon squeezes your hip with his free hand.

“Well, I hope to see you there.”

The blush returns right as Namjoon’s horse strides up to your homestead. Your father must have seen you coming and runs out of the house and down the steps to collect you.

“Oh, thank the good lord!” He breathes as he pulls you into his chest. You smile and return your father's warm embrace, suddenly feeling comforted.

“Sheriff Kim, I owe you a lifetime for rescuing my little girl.”

Namjoon smiles at you and winks, before looking back at your father and pulling his hat off tenderly.

“Just doing my duty, sir.”

Something twinges in your heart, as you’re reminded Namjoon saved you out of dedication to the badge than any memorable feelings towards you.

“Plus,” he continues. “It’s already a reward when the little lady is as pretty as this one.”

There’s that stupid blush again. Your father claps Namjoon on the shoulder and then brings the sheriff in for a hug, with a cheerful laugh.

“Now, you best be careful how you speak, son. I can’t threaten the sheriff with my .22 when he’s courtin’ my daughter.” His demeanor radiates his joking manner with Namjoon, but the sheriff’s eyes still widen like he’s a teenager again.

Your cheeks, already pink, flame red with embarrassment.

“Papa!” You admonish. “Leave Namjoon alone! He didn’t mean nothin’ by it!”

Namjoon’s smile fades back to a solemn and stoic look as he unhooks the stallion still attached to his own.

“Here you go,” he murmurs as he hands the reins to your father. “He’s just fine, too.”

Papa nods, and Namjoon replaces his hat and bows his head in acknowledgment.

“Good evening, sir,” he motions to your father. “And to you, miss. I reckon I’ll see you at the dance tomorrow.”

You nod, licking your lips again without knowing it. Namjoon begs his cock to behave, especially in front of your father.

“Thank you, Sheriff. And I reckon you will.”

He saddles up, and rides off into the sunset. Your eyes remain on his disappearing silhouette and your father fondly flicks your ear.

“That fellow likes you,” he nods at the retreating man. “And you just had to hold a candle for the goddamn sheriff.”

He ‘tsks’ jokingly, before slinging his arm around your shoulder and guiding you up towards the house.

“How the hell am I supposed to scare a boy off my daughter when he’s got more guns than me!”

You snort under your breath and lean into your father's hold.

“Oh, Papa.”

You can hear the music pouring from the saloon the moment you walk up. Papa stands next to you outside and anxiously fixes his hair.

“You think Ms. Lainey will be here tonight?” He asks. He tries not to look worried, but you can read him like a book.

Your hands smooth out his crisp, dress shirt and adjust his handsome bowtie.

“Yes, Papa. I reckon she will, lookin’ prettier than a sunflower.”

His eyes lock on yours, full of gentle emotion that you haven’t seen since your mother passed.

“You think this is fine?”

He looks concerned—worries he’s perhaps moving on too soon from your mother when she’s been gone and buried for years now. You can’t help but feel a bullet through your heart for the older man. He raised you to an adult, tended to an entire ranch, and maintained his sanity in the depths of his depression.

“Yes, Papa,” you soothe. “Mama would want you to be happy. I think Ms. Lainey is the perfect person to help you with that. Plus, I hear she makes a killer cornbread.”

Papa smiles and pinches your cheek gently.

“You’re just like your Mama,” he muses with a fond smile. “A smart ass. But a beautiful one.”

“Papa!”

“Hey,” he grins as he holds up his hands in surrender. “I’m not a liar. Now, let’s go in there and find that handsome sheriff, shall we?”

“Papa, please. Don’t embarrass me!”

“Well, too damn bad. That’s my job as your father.”

He pushes past you and through the swinging doors of the saloon.

Damn that old man.

Namjoon spies you the second you walk into the wooden saloon. You look like a princess, if he’s ever seen one.

Your blue dress hugs your curves just right and sweeps to the floor. It looks soft and Namjoon wonders what it would feel like under his fingertips. Tender, gentle, just like you.

He sets his bottle of beer down—he’s been nursing it for half an hour now, unwilling to get drunk or even tipsy tonight. Not out of some sense of duty—he had plenty of deputies around to keep the peace, but out of hope that you would come. He didn’t want to be drunk around you.

He watches as you whisper into your father’s ear and gesture towards one corner of the room. Namjoon tracks your gaze and sees you’re both looking at the new schoolteacher, Ms. Lainey who wears a pink blush that matches her pretty, pink dress. Your father kisses your cheek softly, before leaving your side and making his way towards the teacher.

Namjoon shoves the barely touched bottle of beer towards the barkeep, Jungkook.

“The hell you want me to do with it?” He asks incredulously to the sheriff.

Namjoon sends a look to his longtime friend.

“Fuck if I care, Kook. I’m busy!”

Jungkook grumbles under his breath as Namjoon turns away.

He weaves through the crowd towards you, keeping you locked in his vision. He hopes to keep you all to himself tonight, especially with you looking as ravaging as you do in that gown.

He nearly makes it to you when Jackson Wang slides in and wraps an arm around your waist. He can see your face fall when you realize who it is. Jackson is your ex-boyfriend, and a shitty one at that.

“Come on, pretty baby,” he attempts to woo. “Let me have just one dance.”

“I said I’m not interested, Jackson.”

“Oh, I know you said that, but I don’t think you meant it.”

Namjoon clears his throat from where he stands behind you. You both turn in surprise towards the officer.

“I think the lady said what she meant.”

Jackson narrows his eyes at Namjoon and grips you tighter.

“And who the hell do you think you are!”

Namjoon opens the coat of his suit, giving Jackson an eye-full of the loaded revolver clipped to his side.

Jackson seems to get the picture and shoves you off him—Namjoon is quick to steady your uneven gait from the assault.

Namjoon whistles for Jimin, his deputy, and instructs the eager young officer to escort Jackson off the premises.

“You’re lucky I’m not having him take you to the Big House tonight.”

Jackson rolls his eyes and spits on the floor at your feet.

“Fuck you, Sheriff.”

Jimin shoves Jackson out the door and follows him out to ensure the man stays well-away from the dance tonight.

Your eyes are downcast when Namjoon returns his glance at you.

“I’m so sorry,” you murmur. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene.”

The sheriff hushes you and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, just as he did before when he found you lying on the ground.

“Now, now,” he whispers as he steps closer. “I don’t want to hear none of that talk. You didn’t do nothin’.”

He slips a finger under your chin and brings your face to peer at his own. The violins change their tune from carefree to a soft ballad.

“Care to dance?” He offers.

You smile and nod after a beat of silence, taking his proffered hand and slipping your other to hold on to his firm shoulder. He looks handsome in his suit, much different from the Wranglers he wears to work. This suit is cream, and feels like fine silk under your fingertips. You wonder if he ordered it from the general store or if he rode his horse to the big city for it. It fits him like a glove and you silently thank the town tailor for his work, allowing you a tease of the man’s brilliant muscles and toned body under his clothing.

Namjoon’s hand slides around your waist—attempting to remain as proper as he can. He doesn’t want to give the town anything to gossip about, but the way your dress and waist feel underneath his palm make him nearly forget all his manners. His mother would kill him if she saw the way he continued to press in close to the woman, hoping to feel her bountiful chest press against his own.

“I’m glad you came,” Namjoon breathes as your feet move in time with his. “I was worried you weren’t gonna show.”

Your cheeks tickle a rosy hue, and Namjoon nearly melts.

“I’m sure you would have found another lucky lady to dance with.”

Namjoon hums as he spins you around, grip tightening on your waist.

“Maybe so,” he agrees. “But they wouldn’t be the girl I was hopin’ to dance with.”

Your throat feels tight.

“And who might that be?”

“The girl I’m dancing with right now.”

Something within you burns like a roaring flame, and you push forward to press your lips to his own. It stuns Namjoon; he doesn’t move until his brain finally catches up and he’s kissing you in return, deep and passionate. He pulls his hand out of yours to wrap around your waist completely, bringing you up to his chest as his tongue prods for entrance at your mouth.

You eagerly accept him, allowing his tongue purchase in the hot cavern of your lips, and you whine needily against him as you feel a bulge grow between his legs.

“Sheriff,” you whisper, pulling away from his lips.

“Namjoon,” he breathes desperately. “Please, call me Namjoon.”

“Okay, Namjoon.” He smiles and dives in to kiss you again when you pull away.

“Please, Namjoon, can we go somewhere else? Papa’s here…”

Your cheeks are red-hot and Namjoon chuckles, glancing around. Your father is busy enough as it is, dancing with the schoolteacher but he nods.

He grabs your hand and tugs you towards the bar, getting Jungkook’s attention.

“You back for that beer?” He asks with a grunt.

“Nah, gimme the key to a room upstairs.”

Jungkook eyes you standing behind the sheriff, bashful.

“Can’t even wait to get her home, now? Ain’t that the rancher’s daughter? He’s right over there! You’re really going to--”

“Jungkook! The key, please!”

The barkeep rolls his eyes as he digs under the countertop for a large skeleton key and slides it to Namjoon.

“Down the hallway, first door on the left. The presidential suite.”

He winks at the sheriff who rolls his eyes and drags you up the stairs. You pray to any god listening that your father remains distracted with the schoolteacher.

Namjoon unlocks the door and allows you to enter first, giving you a chance to glance around the spacious room. There’s a copper bathtub, a fireplace, and a large feather-bed that looks divine.

“Wow,” you whisper. “Never been in a saloon bedroom before.”

Namjoon chuckles as he sets the heavy key on the dresser, loosening his tie.

Suddenly, you’re nervous. The implications of being here have your hands trembling and body feeling flustered. You’re not the kind of girl who fools around, nor are you the kind to simply open her legs for the first handsome officer who looks her way. You hadn’t even gone all the way with Jackson when you were with him. Now that it’s happening, you wonder if you’ve gotten far too ahead of yourself.

Namjoon notices the look on your face and crosses the floor easily to cup your face between his palms.

“Hey now, why the long face?”

Your eyes peer into his, shame washing over you. You want so badly to lie with the man in bed, in every sense, but you’re terrified.

“I’ve…” you swallow hard. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

The sheriff smiles and rubs under your eyes with the pad of his thumb. It’s comforting and having him this close to you makes your body feel like you’re close to the hearth of a fireplace. Warm, soothed.

“And you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do, little lady. Thought we should just get out of the crowd.”

Your heart feels like it may just beat out of your chest completely. Namjoon is holding you, staring at you like you’re a treasure.

“I want you, Namjoon. I’ve wanted you my whole damn life.”

Namjoon brings his face right up to yours, lips a mere breath away.

“And I want you.”

You close the space between your lips, finally re-acquainting yourself with his taste and the feel of his plushy mouth against yours. He tastes like hops and sweet mint. Your hands slide down to claw at his sides, gripping the fabric of his coat jacket in your balled-up hands.

The kiss doesn’t remain chaste for long. You’re soon pushing off his coat, tugging down his suspenders and unbuckling his pants.

“Easy there,” he whispers as your hand tugs at his boxers. “We have all night.”

Inhaling through your nose, you nod. He’s right. There’s no reason to rush into this.

“Plus,” he adds. “It’s not very fair that I’m nearly stark naked and you’re still in this pretty little number.”

Namjoon kneels down, thick fingers untying the laces of your heeled boot, and holding your ankles stable as he slips them off your feet.

He kisses your soft ankles, presses his lips to your shins and calves as if he’s worshiping you. He thinks this is better than Sunday service, anyway.

The sheriff stands back up and his fingers move around to the back of your dress, easily finding the zipper and tugging down ever-so-softly. The fabric comes off your shoulders without issue, and soon pools at your bare feet. His eyes are soft as they travel over your body, left in only your silk panties and brassiere.

“There.” He whispers it like a prayer. “You’re so beautiful.”

The tone of his voice makes your body feel like it’s blazing—like the fire of whiskey as it pours down your throat. It burns, but it warms every single inch of you from the inside out.

“Namjoon, I don’t just want you for one night.”

Your anxieties pour out of your mouth with little thought. You wish you could hold back, just enjoy the moment. Your stomach twists and turns as he unbuttons the dress shirt and keeps his eyes locked on yours.

“That’s good,” he nods. “Because I don’t want you for one night, neither.”

Your hands slip onto his bare stomach, pushing the sleeves of his shirt off. His skin is hot, and firm. He feels like a dream. The shirt comes off easily and you gape at the artwork that is his chiseled chest.

“Oh my,” you gasp. Namjoon preens, enjoying your shameless gaze.

“All of this is for you,” he murmurs gently, watching the heated stare pull from his pecs to his eyes.

“M-me?”

He nods again and fingers the strap of your bra.

“I want you to be my girl,” he says. “I want to come home from a hard day and see my lovely little wife in our home. I’ll even get you a horse.”

You can’t help the smile that crosses your face.

“One that won’t buck me off in the middle of nowhere?”

He nods, slipping the strap down your shoulder.

“And if he does, your strong and handsome husband will be there to rescue you, every time.”

Your tongue soothes over your kiss-swollen lips as you listen to him and allow him to slowly remove your remaining articles of clothing. The bra straps fall off your arms easily and you let him work his hands around your back to undo the clasp.

“I want to make love to you every night,” he breathes. “Maybe get you nice and pregnant with my child.”

Your bra falls to the floor and his warm hands rub at your stomach, where a swell could be.

“Would you still help Papa?” You ask, hazy and dreamily.

“Every day, darlin’. I’d be the best son-in-law. Give him grandbabies to spoil rotten.”

He doesn’t say anymore—he couldn’t if he tried. Your lips are smashing against his and you’re pressing your soft, bare breasts to his firm chest and his mind is actively shutting down. All he can think of is you, your body, your hands, your mouth, and most of all, that sweet cunt. It’s still hidden behind a layer of silk, but he knows it will be the dreamiest place he’ll ever be, and one he doesn’t intend to leave often.

“Will you take me home tonight? To your home?” Your eyes are hopeful as you pull away to question him. Something about it all makes you want to make love to him all night long, in his bed. You want to wake up with him in the morning and cook together, only to get distracted and make love again on the kitchen table.

“I would love to.”

Your hands push down his pants and you’re gasping as his hard cock springs free from the slacks. It’s thick, and it slaps at his stomach once, leaving a smear of slick wetness where it hit.

“Lay down, princess,” he murmurs into your ear, tucking a piece of hair behind. It seems to be his trademark, and it sends shivers down your spine.

You obey wordlessly, laying back onto the bed and resting your head on the fluffy pillows.

Namjoon stands above you and gazes at your form, allows himself to breathe in the vision of you, nearly naked and waiting for him.

He crawls onto the bed and hovers over you, fingers trailing up your soft legs before rubbing at your clothed core. There's a patch of wetness there, and your trembling whimper tells Namjoon you’re just as eager as he is.

He settles himself in between your legs and inhales the scent of your pussy. It smells of fine silk, and of your arousal. You’re embarrassed, he can tell as your legs threaten to close, but he moves his hands to your thighs and holds them down as he licks a fat stripe up your soaked panties.

“Mmm,” he breathes. “Delicious.”

Your legs are trembling now and he flickers his eyes up to yours, gauging your reaction. Your head tips back in bliss, hands cupping your breasts.

“Do you like that, darlin’?” He asks.

Your head tips back down to stare at him, heat shining in your shimmery orbs.

“Is this okay?” He wants to know you’re just as eager as he is and has no interest in taking advantage.

You nod pathetically, legs spreading open further for him.

“I want you.”

Namjoon lets his fingers run up to the top of your panties and keeps his gaze on yours as he peels them down and off your legs. They’re drenched, and he whines when he uses two fingers to open your lips further and expose your soaked hole.

“Shit,” he grunts, tentatively kitten licking your sensitive clit.

It sends radiating static and shock through you. No one’s ever touched you there—no one but yourself on lonely nights with dreams of the handsome sheriff.

Namjoon catches your hitched breath, your shuddering sighs, and continues gently. His tongue licks tiny stripes up and down your quaking clit and enjoys the way your arousal seeps out of you. He knows you’re a virgin, knows he needs to take his time to open you up for him. And he plans on making it an experience you never forget.

“That’s right,” he breathes as he pulls away and licks his lips. “My girl doing so well. You like it when I lick your pretty clit? Does it feel good?”

You nod your agreement and open your mouth to respond, but Namjoon quickly places his lips over the sensitive nub and suckles gently. Your words turn into a throaty scream, back arching impossibly at the sensation.

He brings a hand up and teases your slit with a finger as he introduces you to a new world of sexual awakening. His tongue roves over your clit as he keeps a constant vacuum seal around it with his lips. Ever so gently, his finger prods past your folds and slips inside the wet heat of your channel.

His cock leaps at the sensation on his finger. You’re impossibly tight and drooling with juices and Namjoon’s tongue moves from your clit to lap at the slick. You taste so sweet. He can’t wait to acquaint himself with every inch of your body, especially the sweet spot here between your thighs.

“Oh! Oh, God!” You scream as your tug at your nipples. Namjoon can tell by the tightening of your channel you’re near the edge. He slides another finger in and fucks you gently with them, spreading open your heat ever so slightly so the stretch of his cock isn’t so hard to take.

“Cum for me, baby,” he coaxes. “Fall apart for your sheriff.”

Your eyes squeeze shut tight, stomach flexing hard as the band within you coils tighter and tighter until it blissfully snaps and your core is pulsating around his fingers like a grip.

Namjoon groans with your pretty cries of pleasure, watching the way your cunt milks his fingers and drools juice.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers as he gently pulls his fingers from within you. “You did so well.”

Your blush on your cheeks matches the rosy hue on your chest as you pant—attempting to bring yourself back to earth and right your breathing.

“That—, that was amazing.”

Namjoon presses one solid kiss to your thigh.

“You, my love, are amazing.”

You’re lifting yourself up on your elbows to peer down at him, whining gently for his attention.

“Will you kiss me, Namjoon?”

“I’ve got you all over my lips,” he says but you shake your head.

“Kiss me.”

Namjoon nods and crawls up your body, eagerly pressing his mouth to yours in a heated kiss. It’s intimate, and fiery as much as it is gentle and exploratory. Namjoon kisses you like he found the girl of his dreams—because he has.

After long, blissful minutes of rolling around in the bed with his lips attached to yours, you pull away and glance at his hardened cock.

“I’ve never,” you swallow as you allow your fingertips to graze the tip. “I’ve never put one in my mouth before.”

Namjoon’s sensitive glaze over his eyes returns.

“You don’t have to, darlin’.”

“But I want to. Will you let me know if I do something wrong?”

He nods once, and you adjust him to sit at the head of the bed, back against the headboard while you crawl down between his legs.

You allow yourself a few, long moments to simply stare at his length. It’s hard, flushed with excitement, and drooling a substance from his head that makes your mouth salivate. It has a soft, gentle curve to it you can only imagine will feel like heaven inside of you.

“You like it?” Namjoon asks gently, without pride. He looks sincere, like your opinion on his cock matters to him.

“I love it.”

You mouth at it gently, before opening wide to accept him in.

“C-careful, darlin’,” Namjoon warns. “It’s big—might not fit in your throat.”

Your eyes simper up at him for a moment, before you continue your plight and accept his length into your mouth.

You take it slow, torturously slow to him. You take your time to get acquainted with the feeling of his cock filling your mouth before you continue to take more and more until all at once he’s at the back of your throat and your nose is pressed to his toned abdomen.

Namjoon whines out loud, feels his brain turn to mush and his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

“Good lord,” he whispers. Your eyes are watering with tears and your gag reflex protests against the intrusion, so you quickly pull back out.

“Did I do okay?” You ask.

Namjoon’s cock throbs where it sits, right at the tip of your lips.

“You did fucking perfect, baby.”

It’s easy to see the pride flash across your face and you move to accept him all at once but he stops you.

“Don’t hurt yourself, doll. You can just move your mouth on it.” He grips the back of your head ever so gently and helps you descend, taking just enough to fill your mouth before he assists you in pulling back out. “Mmm, yeah, like that. Hollow those cheeks—shit, you’re a natural.”

You preen and bob on his length without the guidance of his hand. He drops his hands to push the hair from your face and as you work his cock in your mouth with surprising finesse. A groan builds deep in his chest and he can feel his balls tighten and threaten to empty onto your pretty lips. But, he can’t have that.

He taps your cheeks gently, forcing you to look back at him. He nearly cums from the sight alone. Your big, beautiful eyes staring into his soul as if he’s lasso’d the stars just for you. Your mouth is full of his cock like it’s your home and Namjoon knows that it’s everywhere he wants you to be.

“I wanna cum inside that sweet pussy of yours, darlin’.”

You pull off with a pop, eyes widening at the sound and Namjoon thinks you look prettiest with a dusty blush across your cheeks—a color that matches the pink of your perky nipples.

“Lay down for me, baby,” he encourages, moving from the spot on the bed and allowing you to rest your pretty head on the down pillow.

He kisses over your neck and breasts sweetly, imprinting his adoration for you with each press of his lips. He laves over your nipples gently as he situates himself between your thighs. His hand grasps his cock and lines it up at your entrance, but doesn’t push in yet. He allows your dripping slick to coat the head of his cock as he warms your body up with his lips.

“You’re the prettiest girl in town. Hell, even the whole county.”

You whimper gently as he takes a nipple into his mouth and grazes it with his teeth.

“You wanna be my girl? You wanna be the Sheriff’s little wife?”

You nod and Namjoon peers up at you, eyes expectant for a verbal answer.

"Please” you whisper. “I’ve been sweet on you since I first met you, years ago.”

The sheriff licks your nipples gently.

“My pretty wife,” he coos. “You ready?”

Your legs tremble—a mixture of nerves and excitement as the man lifts himself up and kneels between your parted folds. His cock feels thick and hot at the entrance of your heated core and you’re gasping for more.

Namjoon presses forward and takes his time as he enters you, knowing the stretch will be new for you. He leans down to kiss your lips gently as he moves in, hoping the sweetness of the embrace will soften the sting of his cock.

It feels like heaven and hell. The sting burns you, but it easily simmers down to a low flame of desire, of pleasure. Namjoon licks into your mouth and you eagerly accept him, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. His tongue explores and seeks purchase—you’re loath to deny the handsome officer as you return the actions easily.

He pulls his lips away as he bottoms out inside you, panting. He needs the stillness, himself. Your cunt is so tight, so hot and accepting of his hard cock that he feels near the edge of his sanity already.

“You all right, love?” He asks, eyes checking yours for any signs of trouble.

The burn quickly ebbs away to nothing more than a slight smolder. He fills you completely, and it feels like he’s making a home for himself within you—one you’re welcome to him constructing again and again.

“Yes,” your voice is deep and husky. Your eyes are ablaze with a sudden passionate need for more. “Please, show me how it’s done, cowboy.”

Namjoon needs no more—he pulls his hips back gently and thrusts back into you with ease. You’re soaked, and the slide is tight, but slick. He moans gently as he drops his head to your ear to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin there and to whisper his sweet nothings as he sets a pace.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispers. “God, I’ve dreamed of the way you would feel underneath me.”

Your legs open even further to allow more of him and his pace eagerly picks up speed. The sound of skin slapping on skin soon fills the room and Namjoon continues his litany of love.

“Doin’ so good for me, baby, so fuckin’ good. You’re the perfect little wife for me. This cunt was meant for me, wasn’t it, my sweet?”

Speaking coherently is not a task you can handle now. Namjoon’s cock is fucking into you with a depth and speed that feels like fucking paradise and all your brain can comprehend are his sweet epithets he whispers to you and the way your core burns and sizzles with need. You can feel the tightness return in your belly, the tight coil that pulls tight, tight, tighter. You’re nearly at the end.

“I wanna fill you up, my love.” His pace is becoming erratic, with less finesse as he charges towards his own finish line. “Going to fuck a baby into you, darlin’. Get you nice and full—fuuuuck, cum for me, please. Let me feel that hot cunt cum around my cock.”

His words burn your ears with depravity, but it only forces that tight coil even further. It pulls until it nearly steals all the breath in your lungs as it throws you over the edge. Your walls pulse and constrict around him, making him whine out loud to match the crying whimpers of your climax.

“That’s my girl, oh god, I’m gonna cum.”

It’s all the warning you get before the hot stripes of his seed plaster your walls, coating each inch of you with a warmth that pools deep inside you. Your whines silence as he presses his lips to yours while his cock continues to shudder within you. He kisses you hard, deeper than you’ve ever been kissed before and you hold him so close to you, you fear you may never separate again. Not that it would be a bad thing.

“Shit,” Namjoon sighs as he finally feels his climax subside. His cock finishes its weak pulses, and he gently pulls out of your spent hole, watching his seed drool out of you.

“Mm, I think your little pussy needs to look like this every single night, don’t you?”

You peer down, leaning up on your elbows to watch as his white cum dribbles out of you and onto the feather bed.

“Yes, Sheriff.” Your smile is coy and sweet, a hint of humor in your worn out voice.

He scurries to the bathroom to get a warm, wet flannel and returns to your legs to clean you carefully. Your heart feels like it may burst. He cares for you so sweetly, wants you comfortable—wants you to feel loved.

“Take me home, cowboy,” you whisper as he presses his lips to your legs after he finishes cleaning you.

Namjoon assists you in dressing, kisses all over your bare skin as he laces you back into your dress. You both can’t stop staring at each other, eyes filled with promise and a future full of each other and no one else.

He guides you down the stairs, back towards the dance and you try to fight the blush that blooms on your cheeks. You’re sure your mused hair tells everyone in the room what you got up to upstairs, and you pray your father has left early.

Namjoon slides the key back to Jungkook once they reach the bar, his other hand tightly laced with your own. Jungkook gives you both a look, then smirks.

“Your Papa asked your whereabouts,” he muses as he dries a glass with a rag.

His smirk grows wider.

“Told him you were shining the Sheriff's gun. Looks like I was right.”

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Beneath the Blackthorn Tree: a Sesskag fanfic

Summary: The man smiled then, in a way that seemed ill-fitting for such a blank, porcelain face- all white teeth and glinting eyes. It was not a smile that assured Kagome. "Well met, dear one," he uttered, voice gliding rich and velvety into her ear canal.

Something niggled in the back of Kagome's mind, blue eyes widening. "Well met." --- Or: When the Fae King is owed something, he will always collect the payment. Even if it takes centuries. Fae King Sesshoumaru fic. Sesskag AU.

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Don't expect updates right away from this one- I just wanted to post it because I held a poll a while ago about more Monster Sesskag AU's and this concept won, so I wanna reassure people I'm working on it lol. Those who asked for it were: @missidiotmakka @saviorclaire @cookieasylum @aizawa-slaysmee @frost-guardian @liz8080 @vanishaa @akinaichan @all-my-cuffs-have-buttons @shamelessruinsfury @shastuhh @mrfeenysmustache @veroblubell @thesoaringaquila

Read here: Ao3, fanfic.net or Dokuga

Beneath the Blackthorn Tree

- chapter one -

"Buyo!"

Kagome huffed, lingering in the threshold of her home. Tightening a fluffy dressing gown around her, she shuddered a little from the chilly night air, closing the door behind her lest too much heat escape.

"Buyooo!" calling out again, she squinted, staring into pitch-black nothingness beyond the safety of their porch light. Silence answered her.

"Damn cat," grabbing her shoes with a string of grumbles, she roughly tugged them on and stepped outside. It was far too chilly to leave her out for the night, and besides, Buyo usually always came running the second they rattled her cat bowl.

The fifteen-year-old shuffled into murky darkness, making encouraging kitty calling noises and continuing to search for her dumb, sweet, dumpling feline.

Kagome shivered, rubbing her arms and glancing behind her. The comforting doorway of their humble house seemed much too far away, despite Kagome having not ventured too far into Higurashi Shrine's open courtyard. Everything lay far too still, quiet.

There were no insects chirping, no distant sounds from the city. It was as though someone had placed a huge dome over their house, sealing off all breezes or noise. It felt stifling; shadows hanging thick in the corners of her vision. Rippling. Expanding. Breathing.

Kagome turned her head slowly, staring into the endless void. Her heartbeat picked up. Quickening breath fanned out as visible plumes of mist. Goosebumps raised on her flesh. She gained the unsettling sense that she was being watched.

"Reow!"

Stiffening, she faced the sound's direction. "Buyo? Here kitty," she called, breathing a sigh of relief. Geeze, she'd gotten worked up for nothing. Stepping forward, Kagome wandered towards a large, lonely tree, guided by moonlight as it finally peeked out from behind thick, rolling clouds. Grandpa respectfully called it 'the sacred tree' but there was no need to heed any words from a guy who sold plastic charms and called them enchanted.

Reaching the Goshinboku, Kagome rounded its side, continuing her noises of encouragement to lure Buyo closer.

A strange luminous glow brightened the tree from within. Where before she'd thought it was moonlight lightening its branches, she stiffened upon realising how its bark radiated a soft blue shine. Power thrummed- pushing through her like a ripple on the tide.

Kagome stopped the second she caught sight of a child.

Their back was turned to her, hair short and snowy white. When they turned- startlingly clear, bright blue eyes immediately connected with hers. The boy shifted to face her, holding Buyo in his arms, who purred contentedly.

"O-oh...hello?" Kagome blinked, eyeing his clothing. What strange white robes. She got the sense he was Japanese, and yet his features were so pale and flawless. Not a hint of sunshine or blemishes touched his cherubic face- so much that he seemed eerily otherworldly. Too perfect. Human children didn't stand so completely still with calculating, predatory gazes, and was it her imagination- or were there tiny stumps peering out from his head? Like small, barely there horns.

The boy, who seemed to be around the age of six, stared at her quietly.

"Are you lost?" she asked, putting his strangeness aside. "I can call your parents to come pick you up if you know their number. If not, we should probably go inside," Kagome forced a smile. "It's chilly, right? You can keep holding Buyo if you want."

He blinked long white lashes, expression unchanging. He shifted closer.

"Kairi."

The boy stopped, glancing towards Goshinboku where a silky, deep voice had resounded from. Magenta stripes curling around the wrist of a pale hand caught Kagome's attention as it appeared from behind the tree, beckoning him with a lazy curl of sharp fingernails.

"Leave her be. That is not your mother," amusement coloured the masculine tone. "At least, not as you know her."

Kairi sighed, pouting. He let Buyo jump down- his necklace swaying from the motion, catching Kagome's eye. It had a strange symbol on it. She got the sense it did not belong to her homeland.

Kairi reached out to the hand, accepting it.

"Wait-!" she called, hurrying closer. "Hang on a second!"

Kairi glanced at her, pretty blue eyes glinting, smiling. The ghostly, long-fingered hand holding his own tugged- causing the boy to disappear behind the tree.

Quickly rounding its side, Kagome stopped. He'd disappeared, leaving not a trace behind. Even the tree's eerie glow had died down.

She sucked in a startled breath, having forgotten to breathe. Buyo padded away towards their house, leaving the high school girl to gawk alone. Sounds started to filter back into her hearing, crickets softly chirping. Humidity settled into previously chilled air, as though warmth had been briefly stolen, and then returned to the night.

Kagome never saw the boy again after that fateful night in the middle of July, nor the pale hand with its striped magenta wrist. Nothing unusual happened with their old tree. Buyo was the only one who knew about the bizarre experience, which was hardly a comfort.

And so Kagome placed it into the furthest reaches of her mind, putting it on a dusty shelf alongside her unused algebra knowledge. For ten years it remained untouched. Unexplored.

Until one day Yuka, one of her close high school friends- was flicking through a magazine. She wanted to hold her wedding in Ireland since her fiance had family there on his mother's side and a change in scenery sounded exotic.

"What do you think of this venue? We decided on holding the wedding in this area yesterday."

Kagome looked up from her wedding duties that consisted of choosing flower arrangements, stiffening.

"C-can I see that for a minute?"

"Hm, sure?" Yuka passed it over, stretching atop her bed and sighing. "You're definitely coming, right? I know it's hours away, but I'm seriously so excited to hold the ceremony somewhere unique. Eri is going to be majorly jealous."

Kagome stared at the familiar symbol carved into a dead-looking blackthorn tree, sitting alone within a forest. It was such a strange, out of place photo amongst the ones trying to sell Ireland to foreigners as part of a holiday package. All sprawling green hillsides, cliff sides and groups of medieval buildings situated on an outcrop of limestone.

"Yeah…" she murmured, an old memory slightly shaking to life. "I'll come."

#Sesskag #Inuyasha #Sesshoumaru x Kagome #Sesshoumaru #Kagome Higurashi #sesskag fanfiction #Monster boyfriend

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storydays · 3 years

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Season 1, Episode 2, p1

".and in the final round, the Buzzard-Wasps, won with a decisive knock-out." Korra read the newspaper eagerly before peeking over at Tenzin. "What do you say we go to the arena tonight, catch a few pro-bending matches?" She grinned hopefully at the airbender. "That sport is a mockery of the noble tradition of bending." He snapped, ignoring you as your coughed into your morning (tea/coffee/hot chocolate). As intelligent as he is, the man hadn't a clue of where or why you spent so much time in the city. You couldn't keep it a secret from your Aunties, and Aunt Lin or Pema were usually the ones who patched you up.

"Come on, Tenzin, I've dreamed about seeing a pro-bending match since I was a kid, and now I'm just a ferry ride away from the arena." She gestured out towards the city. "Korra, you're not here to watch that drivel. You're here to finish your avatar training. So for the time being, I want you to remain on the island." He took another sip of his tea, as you took another bite of your breakfast. "Is that why you're keeping the White Lotus sentries around to watch my every move?" She waved her hand towards the soldiers, who were standing around the room. "Yes, in order to learn airbending, I believe you require a calm, quiet environment free from any distractions." Tenzin finished sternly.

"All right, you're the master." Korra relented, looking out the window, longingly. It was quite yet tense before you abruptly stood up from the table and stormed off angrily, catching the attention of everyone in the room. "(Y/N)? Where are you going?" Korra asked, confused by your behavior. "Fine! Going to meditate!" You grumble, feeling guilty at your Aunt's concerned look. You quickly made your way to the tree you and your Grandfather planted when you were younger, and sat down, crossing your body into a half-lotus position, breathing in through your nose and out of your mouth, praying for a peaceful session.

Your prayers went unanswered.

--Vision start--

You found yourself watching a middle aged Aang look around curiously. The old monk smiled seeing a small figure curled up on the tip of Air Temple Island, before sitting next to said figure. The two remained silent until the smaller sniffed, and pulled his tunic tighter in its fist. "Are you ready to talk about it, grandson?" You walked closer, to see a young you, look up at him with teary eyes. "Hi, Papa." Younger you sniffled, wiping a tear away. "I'm sorry I left dinner like that." Aang merely pulled you to sit on his lap, and wrapped his cloak around you, waiting patiently for you to say what was wrong, because he knew you wouldn't cry over something so little.

"Now, it's not nice to lie about something so small like that. What's really bothering you, my little monkey?" Aang asked with a mischievous grin. Your (e/c) eyes peered at him from under your bangs. "I'm just scared, of the future." You admitted. "What do you mean?" asked Aang. "When I'm sleeping, I see things. I see the next Avatar, but I can't see their face. I-I know their a waterbender because of their clothes, but that's it. And then I see different endings based on her choices, and the world keeps changing and I am afraid--" "Okay, okay. (Y/N), take a breath, you're hyperventilating. You need to relax, before you pass out. Copy me, alright?"

Aang put your hand on his chest, and mimicked deep breathing. He'd dealt with plenty of panic attacks with the Gaang, and of course with his own kids. Eventually you calmed down and that's when Aang spoke again. "I know the future is scary, and no one can truly prepare for it, but what we can do, is be ready to make the future brighter. And if you're seeing the future Avatar, that must mean your destinies are intertwined tighter than I thought. I know the Spirits have a plan for why they're allowing you to see the future. You've already made us so proud, (Y/N). You're a dual bender, and a master of both air and water at such a young age.

"I know you'll make the world proud." Aang stood up, and began carrying you into the library, as your stomach growled at you. The Airbender laughed, and gestured to two plates of dumplings. "Thanks, Papa Aang." You mumble, curling next to him, as he set a small fire up. "Of course, monkey. Now I believe I owed you the story of how Zuko found his mom.."

--Vision end--

You slowly opened your eyes, as you heard multiple steps heading towards you. Your cousins, Uncle and friend all looked back at you with varying smiles. "(Y/N), are you finished with your morning meditation?" Tenzin questioned. You stood up, stretching your back and legs, before answering him. "Yes, Uncle. Is it time for Korra's first lesson in airbending?" "Yes, now come along everyone." You all headed towards a airbender's best friend. "What is that contraption?" Korra asked aloud. "A time-honored tool that teaches the most fundamental aspect of airbending." You rolled your eyes before muttering to the kids, "Or the first step to airbending. Unless, you preferred the long winded version of saying it." You smirk at Tenzin's irritated face.

"Jinora, would you like to explain this exercise, while (Y/N) demonstrates?" Tenzin said, sending you a raised eyebrow, as you got ready. "Well, the goal is to weave your way through the gates and make it to the other side without touching them." Jinora explained. "Seems easy enough." Korra stated. "Jinora forgot to mention you gotta make it through while the gates are spinning." Ikki said, cheekily.

Tenzin stepped forward and sent a sharp gust of wind through the gates, as you then stepped forward. You then began dancing in the wind, fast, fluid, and soft in your movements. "The key is to be like the leaf. Flow with the movement of the gates. Airbending is all about spiral movements. When you meet resistance, you must be able to switch direction at a moment's notice." Tenzin finished, as you sent an equally strong wind, letting Korra know that it was her turn. "Let's do this." she stated, confident.

Now being a air nomad monk, you shouldn't feel as smug as you were. But your mother was from the Northern Water Tribe...so you could feel as smug as you wanted. This was a lesson she needed to learn to be a better airbender, Avatar, and a person. She ran in head first, grunting as she ran into different gates. You snickered, as she fell on her butt, in front of the other Airbenders. Growling, Korra ran back inside, not learning from her previous mistakes. "Korra, don't force your way through!" Jinora called, climbing on your back, to get a better look. "Dance! Dance like the wind!" Ikki encouraged. "Be the leaf!" Meelo danced.

Not listening, Korra groaned, as the gates made her dizzy. Tenzin rolled his eyes groaning. You chuckle, landing next to him, as Jinora jumped down and went with her siblings to look down at the Avatar. You raised your hand, before turning to your uncle. "Well, that was fun. Same time, same place tomorrow?" Your grin widen at your Uncle's annoyed glare, before walking down the steps, whistling softly, feeling Nevermore land on your shoulder. "Hey Nevermore. Ready for some practice?" The (fav color) dragon squealed happily as you made your way to the training area.

You turned towards the sound of footsteps following you. "Yes, Jinora?" You smiled as she blushed at being caught, but she spoke up. "Well, I was just wondering if I could help you with Nevermore's training today?" She asked hopefully. You nod, gesturing her to come forward. "All right, now we're going to work on her flight today. She's getting bigger and it's almost time for her to mature. I need you to keep a steady wind flow, okay?" And this was how Pema found you both before lunch. "Thanks for your help, Jinora." You ruffled her hair, before helping your Aunt serve lunch.

--Later that night--

You stretch your limbs before putting on your uniform, and walking out with Bolin and Mako. "All right, guys. We got this!" You grin, making Bolin mirror your grin and Mako smirked. As soon as the game started, you could hear the announcer speaking over the speakers. You tuned into what he was saying, letting your body take over for the fight. "Ladies and gentleman, I'm coming to you live, from Republic City's pro-bending arena, where tonight, the best in the world continue for a spot in the upcoming championship tournament. Grab your snacks and your kids because this next match is going to be a doozy!"

You grin underneath your helmet, focusing on the game. The announcer rambled on in the background, as you were dancing behind Mako's quick movements and Bolin's sturdy form. Catching the other team off guard was your forte. "This Mako's got moxie! He advances, fires two quick shots. Yomo is hammered back into zone three, by the Fire Ferret's sneaky waterbender, oh! I stand correct folks, Yomo was sent into the sink by (Your fake name)! Now it's up to the rest of Yomo's team to earn their spot! Clock is winding down, can they hold it? The Fire Ferret's line up to pull out their famous Guilt Triple! One, two, and three and the opposing team is in the drain! The Fire Ferrets are in the championships! They're in the championship!!"

The crowd went wild! Screaming your names, as you all walked off to the locker room, chatting happily. "You really came through with the move, (Y/N)!" Mako chuckled, unwrapping his knuckles, as you ran a hand through your hair, ruffling your bangs, ignoring Bolin's wide eyed stare. "Take a picture, Bo. It'll last longer." You snicker, as he blushed at being caught."Sorry, it's just so cool having a airbending master," He whispered those words softly, "Right in front of me! I wanna see you do it!" He begged, using the puppy eyes on you. "No, Bolin. We already talked about this. No one can know. Now, are you gonna sit there, whining, or are you gonna come eat with us?"

You and Mako were waiting by the door, dressed in street clothes(First outfit; instead of sleeves you have one fishnet glove going up one elbow). You were wearing Water Tribe clothes, and waiting for the Earthbender. Mako snickered, watching his brother get dressed quickly, before following you to a restaurant to relax and act like teenagers for a change. You walk with your hands behind your head, looking at the stars, sighing contently, but you couldn't help but wonder:

'What are we going to do now, Mom?'

--The next morning--

You tied your hair up in a man bun, before dusting off your airbender clothing from any wrinkles, and heading out the door. You'd overslept from how exhausted you were from last night's match, and now you rushed to join your family for morning meditation. "Hey, (Y/N)! We missed you at breakfast." Ikki clung to you like a monkey, as you swung her back and forth. "Hey, Cheeky Ikki. Sorry, I was really tired last night, but I'll grab a quick bite to eat after this." Your Uncle smiled at the scene before clearing his throat. "Nice to see you joining us for meditation, (Y/N). It's been a while." He admitted, as you sat next to Jinora.

"Yes it *yawn* has." You covered your mouth, before grinning sleepily at your uncle's confused glare. "All right, everyone. Begin." He commanded. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply, finding your self, sagging in relief as you did not have a vision around your family. You twitch, hearing Korra shuffle and move around. Korra kept shuffling and you cracked your eyes open, irritation flooding them. "Korra, relax." You snap. "I think I'm doing it wrong." She huffed. "There's nothing to do! Let your mind and spirit be free, for air is the element of freedom." Tenzin reminded her.

Korra laughed sarcastically and you snort quietly. Tenzin was not amused. "Is something funny?" He asked, raising a bushy eyebrow at the two of you. "Yeah, you're telling me to embrace freedom, but you won't even let me listen to the radio. And forget about leaving this island." The blue eyed avatar pouted. "Please, Korra. Look at Meelo, he's able to meditate peacefully." Tenzin gestured to his only son. You snicker, looking at the smallest airbender. "Actually Uncle, I think he's asleep." Meelo snored loudly, as Tenzin balked. "Wait, what? Ahh, at least he's got the relaxing part down.: He tried weakly.

"Whatever. None of this airbending stuff makes any sense to me." Korra grumbled. "Korra, I know it's seems frustrating, but the way he's teaching you, it's not only going to help you airbend, but this will help you learn to be patient, and as the Avatar, peace keeping and patience go hand in hand." You spoke up, as your cousins finished their meditation and you picked a sleepy Meelo.

"Yeah, like you know anything about being the Avatar, (Y/N)." Korra said sarcastically, yet arrogantly. You paused in your steps down the mini temple, and turned your (e/c) glare into the Southern Water Tribe girl. "I know more than you think, Korra." You hiss, storming off with a sleepy Meelo, and an worried Ikki and Jinora.

Korra scoffed, looking at Tenzin.

"What's his problem?" She asked, as his gray eyes barred into her soul. "Korra, you need to apologize once he's calmed down. That was rude, and he was only trying to help you. Just like I am. There will be a time when you will want his help, and he may not be there or want to help you if you continue to act like this. Grow up, girl." Tenzin said, sternly before walking off to find you.

"Please, like he's one to talk." Korra did feel guilty, but was too proud to admit it. But she wasn't dumb enough to find you right now.

Even she doesn't want to be on your bad side.

#lok x reader #lok imagine #legend of korra #male reader x legend of korra

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dragonnan · 3 years

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This is faaaar from a complete list and will be spotty at best but I’ve been pondering MCU characters a lot as I’ve been getting slowly back to work on my mega-fic. I LOVE minor head canons. Simple stuff like favorite foods or what music they listen to or were they ever a smoker or whatever whatever. So I’m gonna give myself the challenge of crafting some head canon and anyone else is very welcome to dive in! (some things are already established via canon)

~ Ethnicity ~ Faith ~ Smoker ~ Alcohol ~ Favorite food ~ Favorite cookie ~ Favorite animal(s) ~ Favorite music ~

Tony Stark: Ethnicity: Mixed European-American-Jewish (he refers to himself as a “mutt”) Faith: “No thanks” being the initial answer but if he feels like opening up he’ll admit to believing there’s likely “something” out there but at the same time figures that “something” stopped caring about humanity a long long time ago. Smoker? Never liked cigarettes but smoked a few cigars when he was younger due to Obie’s influence. He never was a big fan but wanted to fit in with his mentor. Alcohol: Influenced both by his father and Obie, Tony started drinking hard liquor semi-regularly as young as 14 (his Dad let him try his first sip at the age of 6). He pretty much sticks with Scotch or Bourbon but is not opposed to cheap beer at a ball game. In fact the cheaper the better - a requirement for any self-respecting American. Favorite food: hot dogs. Neither one of his parents cooked. Breakfast and lunch were whatever whenever for all three of them but dinner? You better be sure you were at that table before the plates were set down or you could go without (and Tony got a slap from his father when he’d observed that rule only seemed to apply to him). But on the nights he was sent to his room, Jarvis would slip upstairs, later, with a sandwich or, on really rough nights, a couple of hotdogs. Favorite cookie: Those Christmas wreath ones made with cereal and marshmallow with the cinnamon candies. Favorite animal(s): he likes all animals but if he had to pick one for a pet he’d get an iguana. Favorite music: well duh lolol.

Stephen Strange: Ethnicity: Mixed European-American (borrowed from Benedict Cumberbatch’s ethnicity and adding the American) Faith: Originally atheist but now closer to Buddhist. Smoker: Never. Even prior to becoming a sorcerer he has always been conscious of what he takes into his body; especially given the history of cancer on his mother’s side of the family. Alcohol: Wine, occasionally, though he isn’t really a social drinker per-say. Favorite food: The spicy shrimp and pork dumplings from a Thai place in Midtown. Favorite cookie: Hmmm.... not a big sweets guy but he won’t turn away a few ginger-pecan cookies with coffee. Favorite animal(s): dogs - unequivocally. He had a border collie growing up on his family farm in Nebraska. Favorite music: please don’t make this poor man actually have to choose.

Steve Rogers: Ethnicity: Irish (as per comics) Faith? Irish-Catholic (as per the comics). Smoker? Prior to the serum there was no way he could safely do so with his health issues. After he started traveling with the performers all of the girls in the group smoked and he tried it out a few times but never developed a taste for it. Alcohol: he drank A LOT - easy enough to do as it never had any real effect on him. He enjoys scotch and bourbon (a taste he picked up from hanging around Howard Stark). Steve seems to low-key always have the munchies (like most enhanced) and once Tony picked up on that there are always a variety of snacks scattered here and there throughout the compound (also of benefit for Bruce, Peter, Thor, and, later, Bucky). Steve’s favorite foods typically remind him of his mother’s cooking. While they’d never had much (especially after his father died) his mom could do a lot with limited supplies. She used to make a fantastic meat pie with ground beef or tongue. He hates SPAM. They ate it in the Army, constantly, and just the smell will occasionally send him back to those days and not in a good way. Favorite cookie? Oreos. He can clean up a family sized pack in like 10 minutes. Steve loves animals but is especially fond of horses and dogs. There was a dog in his unit in WW2 and Steve, like most of the other men, would share bites of his rations with it. Steve is nostalgic about music from the 40s but finds that 70s rock really resonates with him.

Bucky Barnes: Ethnicity: Romanian-American (borrowing a little from Sebastian Stan’s ethnicity) Faith? Possibly agnostic. Smoker? Heck yes - both cigarettes and cigars. Like Steve, the serum he received (via Hydra’s experimentation) means he gets to dodge the detrimental side effects of smoking. Alcohol: He likes to drink but is almost exclusively a beer drinker. He has a big appetite but refuses to eat around others if he can at all help it. His favorite food is corned beef with cabbage. Steve’s grandmother was an Irish immigrant and would make it every Sunday before the war impacted rations. Since both Bucky’s parents were dead he’d often have dinner with his best friend. Also, unlike Steve, he actually likes SPAM. But then, arguably, he isn’t terribly picky about food in general. Favorite cookie: molasses. Favorite animal(s): birds - eagles in particular - though he doesn’t look too deeply at the psychology of their ability to just fly away. Needless to say a crafty observer might spot a former Winter Soldier tossing seeds towards the pigeons. Favorite music: He’s pretty eclectic though he shies away from anything too loud like death metal. He finds classical very soothing.

Peter Parker: Ethnicity: Mixed American-Scandinavian-German-ish Faith: Protestant upbringing but unsure where he currently stands. If pressed he’d say he’s “leaving his options open” Smoker? “Oh gross!” Alcohol: “Um, too young to drink, thanks! But if I WERE to... you know, try it just to taste it there was this mudslide at one of Flash’s parties that was super good...” Favorite food: spaghetti and meatballs. Lots of meatballs. Favorite cookie: chocolate chocolate chip with chunks. Favorite animal(s): NOT spiders. And NOT birds given how many rooftops he’s traversed layered in pigeon ick. He’d probably say cats. Favorite music: The B side of techno rock - especially Depeche Mode.

Peter Quill: Ethnicity: Half mixed American and half celestial. Faith: His Dad was a god and he killed him so he figures he probably isn’t on the best terms with the Big G God should He... or She... or Them... be out there. Look he just wants to do his thing and cause a little trouble without mixing it up with any other celestial types but if they DO wanna throw down he’d like to point out that he’s 1 for 1 and willing to rumble. Smoker: He would not say no to a really good cigar and may have possibly lifted a case from Yondu’s stash when he struck out on his own. Alcohol: Anywhere any time and in large quantities. Favorite food: A thick steakhouse bacon burger with potato chips right on the patty. Extra cheese please! Favorite cookie: He’s a simple guy with simple tastes. classic chocolate chip no frills no fuss and fresh from the oven. Favorite animal(s): He likes dogs - who doesn’t like dogs? But he really likes cows. Just maybe don’t mention the burger thing. Favorite music:

Thor: He’s a Norse god of legend so I figure we can forego the ethnicity/faith questions lol. Smoker: He has never understood this human custom nor has he felt any inclination to try it himself Alcohol: Beer, mead, and anything capable of knocking him on his ass. Favorite food: chili with ghost peppers. Though nowhere near as hot as the fire chilies of Muspelheim (which would be instantly fatal for humans so its just as well). Favorite cookie: strawberry cheesecake with macadamia nuts. Favorite animal(s): It’s a tossup between bilgesnipe and whales. Favorite music: The mighty horns of battle! He also enjoys old school country, much to Tony’s disgust. The story aspect of that music is what appeals to him.

Bruce Banner: Ethnicity: Italian-American Faith: Catholic in his childhood; currently Atheist or maybe agnostic. Smoker: He tends to avoid any substances for, you know, obvious reasons. Alcohol: See previous. Favorite food: Waffles with sliced mango. Favorite cookie: Oatmeal. Favorite animal(s): Mantis shrimp - “did you know they can generate so much power in their attacks that they can briefly super-heat the water up to 7,700 °C??” Favorite music: Indian- especially Krishna Bhajan.

Clint Barton: Ethnicity: Mixed European-American and Panamanian. Faith: His parents were both Protestant but he’s never latched on to any specific faith and hasn’t really devoted a lot of thought on the matter. He has a sorta loose idea of “maybe something out there” but that’s all the further he’s gotten on the subject. What he tells anyone who asks it’s that his religion is coffee. Smoker: Briefly when he was a teen. Alcohol: Beer - he’s a fan of dark lager. Favorite food: Coney Island dogs, Pizza, and pickle flavored potato chips. Favorite cookie: Monster cookies with the mini M&Ms. Favorite animal(s): Dogs Favorite music: 80s rock and some country.

Natasha Romanoff: Ethnicity: Russian. Faith: She was not given much choice when younger and was raised as “state atheist” (per comics). In the years since escaping that life, however, she has tried to discover more about herself. Her parents were both Russian Jewish and there has been a pull to discover more about that faith - especially since meeting Wanda - who is Jewish. Smoker: No. Alcohol: Some vodka - that’s a given. But she actually prefers wine; and honestly her favorites are wine spritzers. Favorite food: Favorite cookie: Krumkake filled with creme and berries. Favorite animal(s): Favorite music: Overall she listens to a pile of little-known bands and whomever is playing at whatever bar in whatever city she happens to be in. She also is a huge fan of old school Spice Girls.

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thirstyforbishiesimagines · 5 years

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Can I get a Zion x MC where the MC is jealous of Scarlett for being too close with Zion so Mc decides to go kill zombies with just frozen Dumplings. And it works too

Hi, Anon~ 👋 Hoping this was along the lines of what you requested!

LOL Frozen dumplings… 🤷‍♀️An unlikely weapon indeed 😉

xx Enjoy xx

A Weapon in Disguise - Zion x Reader

* image from LucyDreams, Dangerous Fellows

Word Count: 1,044

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Warning: Profanity

Lone footsteps echoed as you trudged down the empty hallways of the first floor; a scowl on your face as you crossed your arms tightly over your chest.

You could still hear Scarlett’s peppy voice in your head shamelessly flirting with Zion after this afternoon’s meeting.

“Your hair looks soo good today!”

“Have you been working out, Zion? Your arms feel stronger!”

Images of the pretty blonde flashed through your mind.

You could see her fondle with Zion’s crimson mane.

You could see her slender fingers stroke his arms and rub his shoulders.

You could see her large perky breasts pressed up against him purposely as she reached for a bite of his lunch.

It was apparent that Scarlett knew you had a crush on Zion. You had fallen for him since he had saved you from the impending danger you felt during your investigation of the basement. However, since then you had barely had a chance to talk to him as Scarlett made sure to keep the two of you apart.

“Urrgghh! I can’t stand her!”

Stopping in your tracks, you groaned as you threw your head back with frustration. Anger and jealousy seared through your veins as you kept on wandering aimlessly, no longer concerned for your own safety. When you had reached the end of the hall, you glared at the barricaded cafeteria - contemplating whether to enter or to walk away.

Fuck it! I need to let off some steam!

You removed the desks and chairs aside in a haphazard manner and took hold of the metal pipe that had been wedged between the handles. The door creaked as you swung it open. Determined, you crossed the threshold of the entrance, guarding your chest with your weapon.

The cafeteria itself seemed quite… peaceful. However, the bloodstains on the laminate floors painted a completely different story.

As there were no zombies in sight, you decided to explore the kitchen area for anything edible. Tears stung your eyes and you quickly covered the lower half of your face with your sleeve as a pungent odour assaulted your senses. Mould and rotten produce littered the countertops of the cooking facility causing you to dry-retched from the overwhelming stench.

Treading carefully, you continued your search before opening the towering door of the freezer room. Surprisingly, it was still icy inside with frost covering the surface of some of the packaged food. You picked up a bag of frozen dumplings and smiled to yourself, looking forward to cooking these up with the others.

Until…

“GAARG!”

There was a distant growl coming from the cafeteria. You shoved the dumplings into your jacket, readied your weapon and crept out towards the dining area.

Where is that sound coming from?

Suddenly, the grotesque monster lurched itself towards you. You leaped back and discovered that it was wearing an apron with one leg torn off from its knee joint. You felt a twinge of sadness, realising that this person may have worked here at the school and unfortunately, didn’t survive the wrath of the viral outbreak.

Ridding the emotion you had for this being, you shook your head before swinging the pipe at the zombie’s head only to have it ripped out of your hand by the strength of its own.

FUCK! What now?

Thankfully it was slow due to its missing limb and you scrambled backwards before bumping into a table.

Think, brain! THINK!

You soon remembered the dumplings tucked away within your jacket and thought, maybe if you threw one hard enough it may distract it so you could make your escape.

Ripping the packet with haste, you took hold of the frozen dough and hurled it towards the monster’s forehead in the hopes that that would dazzle it for a bit, or better yet, knock it over. However, your hopes were diminished when the zombie opened its mouth and swallowed the dumpling whole.

Your expression fell from determination to confusion.

How?

What?

It… ate it?

A long, exasperated sigh slipped past your lips and you palmed your face in utter disbelief.

I just wasted a dumpling on a stupid zombie!

Suddenly the creature began to convulse violently, groaning from immense pain. You watched in horror as it twisted and jerked uncontrollably before its head unexpectedly… exploded.

As bodily debris scattered at your feet, you gaped at the fallen figure - baffled.

WHAT . JUST . HAPPENED ?

Zion pushed the heavy door open, desperately searching for you with his signature metal pipe in tow.

Where the fuck could she be?

He dashed out onto the schoolyard, brows knitted with anxiety. No one had seen you since you stormed out of 1-C appearing visibly upset.

His long strides soon made its way to the soccer grounds; however, he did not anticipate to find you in the aftermath of chaos.

Zion halted in his tracks, taken aback by the blood and ruined flesh surrounding your heaving form - a gruesome massacre with you as the last one standing.

“…(Y/N)?”

Heart thrumming with delight, you quickly spun around to see the guy you had longed desired - your mini weapons remain clutched in your grasp.

“Frozen dumplings! Who would have thought!” You beamed as he made his way to where you were situated.

“H-how?” Bewilderment in his stare, Zion surveyed the lifeless bodies. Every one of them had their heads blown to smithereens.

Admiring your handy work, you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, “Meh! Who freakin’ knows…”

The redhead then turned towards you and took hold of your free hand, tenderness in his touch. He gazed into your hopeful (e/c) eyes with relief and newfound adoration.

“Let’s go back inside. Don’t wanna have to carry you again if more of those fuckers find us. My back was sore for days last time!”

You instantly shot him an irritated glare as he smirked at you - teasingly. Zion ignored the annoyance on your face and gently led you back to the school building. A subtle hint of rouge graced his fair cheeks as he intertwined his fingers with your own, not wanting to let you go.

Actions speaking louder than words, you responded with a soft little squeeze of his hand as you followed him back to safety - happiness radiating from your vibrant smile.

x mod bambi

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mingi-bubu · 4 years

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Watch “Youth With You” with Me!

Episode 3

hey hey!!

i am back with the third episode of unine’s run!

i have my water, i have a strawberry banana margarita my dad made me, i have a very blitzed friend in discord who has literally gotten drunk off a bottle of wine and cannot spell to save her life, and my phone is plugged in!

disclaimer as per the last time i was drinking an alcoholic beverage: do not drink if you’re underaged please. if you do, make sure you have people around you that you trust and at least one sober friend to make sure you stay safe. also, if possible, make sure to have water with you bc alcohol dehydrates you and causes hangovers to be worse

also make sure to be safe about the amount youre consuming bc you don’t want to push past your limits

okay, PSA over

also if you read this, slide into @princekunge ‘s inbox and tell her to drink water

as the wassup master mark lee says, lezgeddit

ok so the episode is starting out with some black and white montages of the trainees and yixing talking about the reasons why no one had an A grade

we left off last time with the trainees practicing for the theme song stage

oohhh mingze :(((

oh and then theyre talking about the bullshit stage thing where only one of two teams per song actually gets to have a stage prformance it really annoys me but whatever

ok lrh is having a singing class with B class

jiayi guan yue bestest smiley boys i love theem

yaaaasss ronghao compliament jiayiii

yaaassss ronghao compliment hanhannnnn

aklsdfjffasdkj ziming is so cute omg

i hate what ronghao is wearing

and not in the fun way that i hate on other outfits

its just not my style

akldffdsklf hanhan looks like a lil guinea pig here!!! i will screenshot

laklsdfjalkdsj jiayi is baby i love himmmmm

ok b class singing class is over?

AAAHHHH JOLIN AND MINGHAO DROPPING IN I LOVE THAT

OOH MY GOD THE A IS LITERALLY JUST THERE

Jolin guesses 5 will become A and Minghao guesses 8

ugh why does wenhan look so good im upset

omg the face that guan yue just made i am dead

i screenshot it dw

wang jiayi really admires guan yue meeee tooooo

lian huaiwei and hanyu are adooraaablllleee

awww baby wang jiayi hes so anxiuos and after already spending so much time practicing the night before i am *pleading emoji*

xbc is very straightforward

i love mom so much

her outfit is so cute

!!! she’s telling wang jiayi to associate the movements with something like for one move she says to associate it with the statue of liberty and they both kicked up their lil legs like flamingos

so cute

!!! hes hopping around b he could remember its so cute

mom i lvoe him

ooooh C Class time!!!

she calls them little suns that’s so cute

XIXI

ooohhh a-key baby

YAO CHI

i just really lvoe my boys

awwww chichi is so cute i love him

i love that they blur out minghao’s shoes but we can tell theyre jordans lmaooo

alksjdfasldkf baby boy cant bend his finger aaaahhhhh akdfkjas;dlkjfasdkjf

hes so cuteee

a;lksdfjsk xixi immediatley looking towards them

mom is great

asfjdldksj they edited her to have cat ears and a tail im so weaaaak

D class time

shes so cute i love her

shes so funny im screaming she asked if she could answer a call of nature

yao chi!! baby boy is nervious

alkdfjasdkl yangyang’s face immedately dropped i

he’s very baby i love him so much

aww he’s preious im tearing up

i am not cryinng over himm it’s fine

aldksfjlas omg hes so cuuuteeee

i wanna squish his cheeks

PIIIiiiii....

i love wenxuan being yangyang’s biggest fan immediately like yes the brotherly love there i cant stop seeing it

deep voice boyyy

awww his falsettos

he can’t hit that note i want to cry

i think everyone else wants to also

its ok i will for them

ok D class

yin shi is so cute i love him

ay. o. ay. o.

mingze!!!

awwww hasidfjasldkfj his lil walkies in circles

i love him i wanna give him a hug lil dumpling of a boy

f class

klaskdjfka;sa;skdf i loveee

theyre all so cute

longhan is adorable i love

ok yixing is doing something now

alsdfkjasd the lil head bops

alsdkfjla;sdkjf;l a group of screaming chickens

yang gen is killing me aldkfsd

wang jiayi i love you

i feel like the trainees all forgot yixing is part of sm and sm is evil

jlkadjf wang jiayi and longhan are adorable

squats and some of these guys are getting way too into it

i am looking respectfully

squat with a straight back

shenshen looks unbothered

yao chi helping his fellow trainee stay straight we love to see it

ok each class was able to send up a rep

not to be like i lvoe how yixing jumped on stage

but i loved seeing yixing jumping up on the stage

b a l a n c e ~

alskdfjalksd i love alsdfkj;alsdkfasdfj;asdfk he just said yixing has a bad memory im screamming

well he implied it

but still v funny love to see it

chen youwei popping up like a meerkat ldkjfas;dkj

im eating some pears rn and the one i just bit into is v juicy omg

huaiwei “its like a press conference”

please let yixing sing at the grammys

i think their campus is v pretty

bold of wang jiayi to think i wouldnt pick him if he couldnt dance well

oooh it’s time for their individ video dances for the mentors

awww guan yue is s cute!!!

yixing you little dork that’s exo lay right there b abie

aslkdfja;lskdf changxi looked so cute

awww longhannie he’s so cuuutteeee

shenshennie!!!

hanyuuuuu

resorting timeeee

i think

changxi looks so good i want to die

resort time

ooooh starting from class c

yao mingming was first to be callled O.O i do hope the best for my baby

oh baby is still in c

im going to cry for him

oooohhhh he forgot the lyrics :^/

i want to give him a hug

oooh people got sent down

i am going to cry it will be fine

christ theyre a lot harder on them this time

awww changxi holding hands with his groupmate

my lil canary boys where are they going

awwwww they both are in b!

off topic but yo this is a really good pear guys

i have a pair of pears so im excited

OH FUCK IT’S A IM SO PROUD OF MY CANARY BOYS

i just noticed that minghao isnt in the mentor’s room

jolin is so cute when

what

oh my god

everyone else stayed the same in c

15 move in D, one of them to A

in class F 7 move up

and the rest stay

finished the first pear

bo yuan moves to class B

fuik

i am going to start crying bc huixuan is oh christs

we are fine it’s ok

and chi is crying too

so many of the other trainees are crying too i am dying

crying

baby boy got an a

i am sobbing fellas

SOBBING

gdi i didnt think i would get this attached to them already

and the other class a trainees comging to comfort him bc he was crying

i am emotionally distraught

im so proud

and he put his lil car sticker on his a nametag

wow and i thought the ad moments were obvious in ywy2

class b turn

hanyu is going to class a

akdf;aksd hes so cute

him and huaiwei are so cute i love their friendship

wang jiayi’s turn i think he got A?

wenhan’s an A

guan yue’s turn!!

a for my boy

huaiwei!!! aldsfkjasdlkfj he’s so cute

him and jiayi are going tgether

awwww he asked jiayi to hold him and he did

jiayi is going to class A!!

and linmo crying im T.T

oh i wonder aabout huaiwei

ealsdkfj “exchange it” im so weak i love him

!!!! BAOBEI IN CLASS A

ohh mingze baby is okay

center choosing time

yiixing what the fuck why are you cancelling the center

aaaooo its to let them have better chance with their practicing

alkdf i can’t get over chichi’s lil proile picture

mengniu fruit drink

what is your mascot you evil moon planet

aww i like how proud yixing looks

i wonder how much time he gave them

ohafsdf he’s asking to promote them on the spot we love to see it!!!

jang shengming didnt realize he was promoted what a MOOD

also i have found i have forgotten the chorus of the idp theme so that’s great

like i have the lead up to it but cant remember the actual thing

i literally looked it up to remember

HEY YOU HEY YOU PICK ME EI EI

OK I REMEMBER

XUKUN IM SO SORRY

n e ways

back to the boys!

xu fangzhou also moves up!

aw his lil hand flutters

wang jiayi also got complimented im so proud of my baby

he’s probably older than me isnt he

so i looked up and he’s older than me by about 5 years

i was calling a grownass 25 year old baby

do you ever just stop for a moment and reflect on the decisions you make

and you can physically look back at them

no? oh, well, I Can :)

moving on

i wonder if anyone else moved up

one person in class f is moving up

wen yechen to class b!!

three to class d, including longhan!!!

2 to class c

jin fan to b as well

xu yuhang to d? maybe b?

shen bohuai was off to the side crying ooohhh sweetie

mingze my love it’s ok!!! you can do better in the future and that’s what matters

ok center choosing time

i mean we already know bc the first 2 episodes had the theme at the end and im pretty sure this one started out with it?

but anyway class a trainees get to battle it out ofc

oohh they have to do the killing part

asdkjfas;ld wenhan your killing part is my normal picture stance asdlksfjasd

slkdfjasdl hanyu is about to kill all of them lmaooo

awwww changxi is so cool

wenhan’s turn

my mans dis a one person wave and winked

guan yue!!!

awwww it’s so cute

jiayi sdflkjasdk

huaiwei!!! omg is he gonnna lift himself

i love one (1) man

he’s so cute

AAAAHHH A LIL HEART ARROW THING I LOVE TO SEE IT

why does guan yue make the best fucking faces all the time adklajd

wenhan get’s it tho it was between him and huaiwei

alskdjfsd they’re all tossing him in the air

awwwww wenxuan and chunyang im so emo

yangyang started crying for him

AHHH FINALLY WE HEAR YIXING SAY BALANCE

omg jolin that fit is so cool wtf

fasdfasdfajldkf

i love jolin so mcuh

i like the lil smiley flower after journey has on his jean jacket

ooohhh boys are dancing for the mentors!

oooh their high notes are so good!!!

stage rising

and wenhan is rising

ajdkfj;aslkdjf after journey called it a big cake im so weak

shenshen!!!

aww mc jin is inspired by them to keep working hard i want to cry

they’re all so proud of the trainees

im not crying im not

oh fuck

they get to call home now oh my god

i am going ot cry and it is going to hurt

osdofjadsjf bo yuan found that a lot of money was spent from his account adkljfads his family wildin’

ok ziming called home and his mom is so excited for him!!! the face he just made

huaiwei is talking to his dad

his dad is so talkative i think we know where he gets some of his personality from asdahdklfajsd

it was so cuteee

yao chiiii

als;dkfjasdklfj immediately his mami goes did you get kicked off lmaoooo

she was like “i know everything the internet exists” when he was asking her if she knew what grade he was placed in

she sounds so cool omg

@ yao chi’s mom if you somehow come across this (which i highly doubt but who’s to say) you are so cool omg !!! thank you for being so funny

oh i think we’re about to get to the sadder calls now

wen yechen’s mom was brushing her teeth im so weak

nevermind we’re still in funny moments

skajf;asldfkjasd meng en’s mom does not have his back im sick

jiayi’s mom is so funny asdjfas;ldkf she’s asking for spoilers

awww some of these are so cute!!!

al;sdkfjs shi zhan’s mom goes “we’re speaking spiced salt mandarin”

adlsfjds HIS MOM HUNG UP ON HIM IM SO WEAK

al;skdfjasdkljf wang jiayi’s mom is so funny she wont stoip talking im dying

alksdfaslkdfjsf oh my god

sal;kdfjasldkfjasdkfjsdfjasdlkdfj she hung up on him im dead

oh it’s guan yue’s i cry at this one all the time

idk if you know this but his parents are deaf so he’s fluent in sign language

fuck he’s full out sobbing im crying too

i was prepared but i wasnt

his mami works like at a massage place and so she constantly has blisters

and his like goal is to make sure that his parents esp his mom doesnt have to work any more

lads we are crying and my throat is tight

oop ok linmo’s call

he’s crying so much and lied about the connection being bad

im crying

oh my god they used to call him every night before he came on this show

chen youwei cant even call them i

like he doesnt want to bc he’s embarrassed about his grade

he’s calling his sister instead

oh fuck he’s already crying

alkdfdsk i am crying so much rn guys

wenhan can’t even respond to his dad he hung up on him

i hate this so much

side note: my tears arent burning me anymore :D

theyre going thru a montage of different trainees talking to their families with a voiceover from one of the moms and lads the tissues are out in full force i can tell you that

ok crying and phoning are over

the trainees are filing into a room

adsklfadjsklf i love that people are arguing about what the song is actually called bc one of the trainees got Retreat mixed up with another song called Step Back

anyway this is the song choosing time for their stage

and if you already know what’s about to happen, i too am very upset with how they did this but it’s cool it’s fine it’s whatever

anywya

yixing

looks

good

first public performance!!

all trainees will compete in groups of course

but only 60 trainees can enter the next stage of training

yayayay song listening time!

fire: some of these trainees are so hype about it awww

fight: yooooo that one section is getting turnt lmaooo

namanamanananma: yixing is dancing too i love it

ooohhh this song is so good but i don’t remember what it’s called but i think it’s like Red Rose and White Rose or something? i think hanyu ends up on it

a smile is beautiful, neighboring tarzan, retreat, and dream all get like 2 seconds and then that’s it which...rude but ok

so the trainees before going into the room wrote down who they’d most like to perform with and based on that, whoever got the most votes gets to choose a song first

and all of his teammembers oooooh

jiayi immediately teasing xixi by telling wenhan he wants to be in a group with him

xixi to hanhan: dont separate jiayi and me we are a team we’re a team

jiayi looking at xixi for a few moments a small smile on his face

jiayi immediately to hanhan: i want to be on a team with you

xixi: *shock and betrayal*

i love their friendship

the rest of the trainees will choose a ball and that’s where they go?? or that’s how they’ll choose the song? idk i missed that part and i dont want to rewind to it incase i go too far back

based on their reactions i think it’s yeah i think that they pick a ball and there’s their song

jiayi and wenhan are the two competitors for no. 1 pick of the trainees

so essentially which one of them will pick first

and the no. 1 choice was....wenhan!

wbk but ok

aldjfa one of the trainees in D asked yangyang which song he thinks hanhan will pick and he said the tarzan one

and then like immediately after he said it wenhan chose it

ugh the solidarity between them

only five people per team omg

hanhan chooses: hanyu, jiayi, guan yue, and the final member is yangyang!!!

awww their hug!!!!

xixi to jiayi: then let’s perform fire instead

jiayi doesnt even want to perform the song asldkfjasldf

ok now wenhan will choose someone to choose a song next

wang xinyu!

aalksdfadj he was so excited and then found out he’s wenhan’s rival

omg im getting bwenjun vibes at his facial expression im so weak

he gets to choose his members tho so that’s nice

huaiwei!!! he’s so cuteeeee but looks so dead inside

and casper, kou cong, and someone else from A

zhou yuan gets to chose next and he choooses nmaanammananaammaan

i cn’t spell it but it’s fine

awww mingze dancing

and linmo raising his hand

yuan chooses bo yuan, linmo, he wenxuan, junjie

shi xin, class f, get’s to choose his members for namanamanamanaman

he chooses: mingming, li you, duan xuxyu

akdfjlkadsf peopele cant stop dancing this is so cute

asdjflkasjdflkasjdf he chose mingming

and now we’re montaging the picking ok

ok here’s the most impoortant part

one of the groups will not be able to give a public performance based off of their performance in the rehearsal

i still think it’s bullshit

ok it cuts to the training rooms now

hanhan is disappointed in himself that he only chose vocals for the song bc it’s mainly rap

jiayi’s smile and laugh are so infectious

lakjfkds they’re making yangyang the leader awww

they’re calling him their little leader thats so cute

they’re putting a lot of trust and faith in him and wenhan wants to make him bolder as a person T.T

the center is wenhan

akdjfaklsdj chunyang is like “bitch i will end you”

and then immediately starts laughing

akldsfjal;skdjfads putting on his glassses that wsa so cuuuuteeee

hes baby

hanyu’s lil confident nod i love to see it

alkdjfaslkdjf he literally left the room to flex on the other team i lvoe to see it

hes so cute when he smiles

huaiwei is so nervous

hes so cute i love him mom

adksjfadslf they kept rewriting hanyu’s name im sick

ok namanamanamana groups

adkladf linmo’s group is killing me

junjie’s i mean

i love that after every sentance he keeps laughing

alsfjda;sldfjas; bo yuan is captain

wait psych lmaoooo

this is so funny ohmy god

junjie is leader

asldjfsd for section c its yuan vs junjie again

oh my god it’s so hardalkfdjas;lkdfjasdk

they’re so good

the other three spent so much time discussing im so weak

mingming’s team is down one person because one of the members had to be hospitalized

shi xin is their cap

and mingming is their center

i love that milka is a sponsor

ok retreat time

awww yao chi looks so cute with his lil headband i love one (1) man

not to e like im in love with yao chi and would marry him but i have a ring ready and im down on one knee

they put highlight in the inner corners of yao chi’s eyes and mom im in love

no i won’t stop talking about him leaf be

ooooooohhh maybe now after these performances we get to know what the lil moon man is called

i still think it’s such bs that only half of them got to perform like bros that’s so effed up

there’s going to be a lot of crying i know

ooh do we get to see any of the performances in their full?

no no we don’t

no we just get a like montagey thing of what the next episode is gonna have

awww yixing complementing kou cong

awwww jolin’s support of jiayi is so precious i am filled with UwU’s

kyuhyun may be known as evil maknae and i nominate yixing to be known as evil pd

oh shit wait is that it??? did we just see the different performances??

and now we get to see the decisions?

fuck i really did tear u at the first guy’s reaction didn’t i

i am going to sob and it is going to hurt what the fuck

ok so now i understand why episode 4 is three hours long

i think/hope we get to see both performances on the stage and then we’ll see the actual ones and maybe hopefully see the practice room versions

oh and we’re pack to the performance of the theme song to let us know it is the end of the episode

i can’t get over how cool the stage is with the like cybernetic type of concept iwth the purples its so cool

alright that’s all for this episode!!!

i hope that you enjoyed this

stay safe and stay healthy!!!

have a good rest of your day wherever you are <333

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callsignbaphomet · 5 years

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For the ABC OC Ask, randomly selected: C # 1-5, D # 1-5, F # 1-5, G # 1-5, I # 1-5, M # 1-5. It's a lot of questions, take your time & feel free to answer as few or as many as you want. :)

Ooh, no worries, I looooove lots of questions. Also sorry, wasn’t ignoring this. I’m a scatter brain with no sense of time management. Since a lot of these are repeated I’ll skip over them since they’ll be in the previous post. Also I’ll give the answer to whichever OC I think best fits the question.

C: Comfort1. how do they sit in a chair?Angelus sits horribly in any chair especially if he finds it uncomfortable since he’ll be twisting and turning every which way until he finds a comfortable enough position.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?For Jelani it’s a quiet day where his phone doesn’t ring and he can get up at whatever hour he wants though even if he tried he can’t really sleep past 8:30 and he can spend the rest of the day in the art room reading while his husband is drawing.

4. what is their major comfort food? why?For Angelus it’s totally steamed dumplings. Just had one shitty day once and was taken out to eat but he wasn’t feeling up to eating much but nibbled on a few and loved them instantly so from that moment on every time he sees steamed dumplings it’s like instant serotonin.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?Abigail? LokeLoke? JelaniJelani? LokeAngelus? GingerGinger? AngelusTrevor? LokeTre? TrevorLatoya? Abigail

D: Decoration2. how would they decorate their child’s room?So Fae is actually a graphic designer and in her spare time an interior designer so when she head her first baby, Leah, she went overboard with the latest trends but made it cute and neutral since she wanted it to be a surprise. Now with the triplets she wanted to know their gender for sure given the fact that she was dealing with triplets. Again went with the latest trends turned cute but she stuck to neutral designs anyway.

3. how do they decorate their own room?Ginger and Abigail have a bit of a gothic theme to their whole apartment but their room is especially heavily themed. The rest of the place is subtle but not their room. We’re talking Victorian goth, black silk sheets, dim lighting, dark reds and deep purples and lots of black.

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?Okay so for a while now I’ve been sketching and writing Angelus as a cross dresser and idk I think it fits him well plus he’s super into cute things. Any kind of skirts though he heavily prefers short and really short skirts, especially loves heeled boots, thigh high socks, baggy sweaters or any cute tops really. He mostly sticks to soft and pastel colors. Men’s clothes he’ll go with darker colors.

Accessories? He’s really into bows, flowers and really subtle bracelets, necklaces and earrings. No, he isn’t trans, he’s very cis. He just likes to cross dress and no, he isn’t doing it as a way to mock trans people he just really likes how he looks and feels while wearing women’s and girl’s clothes.5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?Going with Angelus again, yeah he loves that stuff especially makeup. He’s gathered a pretty big collection of it over time gotten dozens of nail polish of all kinds of colors, and has a ton of makeup. He’d wear acrylic nails but 1) he’s super clumsy and 2) I’m not so sure it’s a good idea for a werewolf to do that.

F: Fun1. what do they do for fun?Most of them just really enjoy getting together, ordering a few large pizzas or just buying a bunch of tacos and bring a bunch of beer and soda and spend a few hours playing video games. Bringing their own consoles to have more people playing and if they feel silly enough probably stream it for friends who couldn’t come over to watch. If they don’t feel like going to one apartment they stay in their own and meet up online on whatever game they wanna play at the moment.3. who would they have the most fun with?Honestly a lot of them have known each other for literal centuries and have grown close and sometimes intimate so really they all just have a lot of fun together.4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?They can but Loke and Jelani are constantly holding the group back from making any idiot mistakes. Unless it’s to defend one of them they’re pretty chill when out.5. do they go out a lot?Not that often really. With the job sometimes they’re out for weeks and even months and when they finally have some down time they’re too tired to do much of anything else. They do go out though but just not when they’re on call.

G: Gorgeous1. what is their most attractive external feature?Jelani? Everything!2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?Abigail’s ability to always be encouraging and her bubbly personality just triples that.3. what benefits come with being their friend?Jelani: spoils friends and family every chance he gets, is always just one text or call away no matter if it’s an emergency or for fun, and is faithful to the end. 5. what parts of others do they envy?So out of all Angelus has the lowest self-esteem and he just thinks the worst of himself. He wishes he was as good a person as Loke is or as talented as Ginger or as confident as Jelani. Not just personality wise, he genuinely believes he’s some ugly monster that needs to be hidden (was raised to believe that and unfortunately stuck). He just wishes he wasn’t him on bad days but he’s been working on all of that and has done really well to the point where he doesn’t feel that way about himself all the time.

I: In-the-closet1. what is their sexuality?Angelus: gayJelani: pansexualAbigail: lesbianLoke: bisexual (demisexual)Latoya: pansexualTrevor: pansexual (aromentic)Ginger: bisexualAlly: ace/aroSanaa: queerIngvarr: bisexualJørgen: queerMason: gayTre: straightLeah: bisexualAnette: lesbian2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?Well, shit a bunch of them have at one point or another. Some took a little to settle their feelings while some took long years to realize certain things about themselves.3. have they ever questioned their gender?Asher did for long years though he wasn’t sure of what was actually happening and why he was so confused over a lot of things. Wasn’t until much later that he finally figured himself out.4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?Angelus’s abusers, if they ever found out, would just use it as another reason to hate him even more though I won’t really touch up on that. They’re just incredibly hateful and abusive people.

M: Maternal1. would they want a daughter or a son?Loke wouldn’t care especially considering that they may end up being trans. He just wants one or two at the most.2. how many children do they want?Angelus wants none. He doesn’t hate kids or anything like that, he’s pretty good with them, really soft spoken and patient with kids. When Jela babysits his cousins he goes with him and helps out especially since it’s a teenager and three 7 year-olds. He’s just scared to death that he’ll end up abandoning them like his parents abandoned him (when I mean I abandoned I mean sold him) or worse that he’ll be like his abusers and he wouldn’t want any child to go through what he went through. Luckily his husband doesn’t want kids either.

As for Jax they’re Angelus and Jelani’s hypothetical child. Just something I wanted to have fun with. A Maker and a werewolf end up making a demigod hellhound btw!. Would this change in the future? Hell if I know, man. Maybe, maybe not.4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?Trevor eventually ends up becoming a single father, accidentally but nonetheless he was super happy about it and will be a pretty great dad. He ends up having a son which he named Damien and had it been a girl he woulda named her Rosemary. If it wasn’t obvious Trevor is a huge horror nerd.5. would they adopt?Ginger and Abigail have talked about it a lot and since neither can have a kid (vampires in my setting can’t procreate, they’re very undead) they’ve decided to adopt but not yet. Not till they feel like they can be fully prepared.

#lordfenric #reply #legion tag #oc things

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mcltifandcm · 6 years

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Yoonseok ✧ single parent au ; pt.1

I've had this constant thought of Yoongi having a young daughter who'll just sit in the studio and listening to him make music and sit on his lap while slaming her hands on the piano. omg.

also im making this 2... maybe 3 parts cuz I have so many ideas for this omg

I worked hard on this u guys, give it some love,,,, and if u have possible ideas,,,, feel free to u know.. hmu with them

also,,,,, i am s o sorry for my grammar, i’m shit at it

listen, Yoongi being a rlly famous rapper + producer who looks rlly intimidating on stage and in the studio

But he's actually the biggest sweetheart and has the cutest daughter that he posts about literally all the freaking time

Her name is Soomi

I feel she'd be around 8-9 years old, goes to a private school and has a bff who is an actual sweetheart

Her bffs name is Jisung, hes an angel and the shyest bby EVER

Anywho, Soomi is honestly the best thing in Yoongi

She'll sit in his lap while he's at his studio and Yoongi will let her play the keyboard he has in his desk and shed fall asleep on the couch in the room and omg

She also draws A LOT and it's mostly drawings of her and Yoongi

Yoongi carries around this bag with all his papers and lyrics n' shit

But he also keeps the drawings that Soomi gives him cuz it's his little goodluck charm

Anyways

Since Yoongi is busy A LOT

His good friend Park Jimin, aka one of his back up dancers, takes her to a cafe close by, occasionally bring Jisung if he aint busy

Once time,, when Jimin was babysitting Soomi, Yoongi was in a meeting

She somehow got away from Jimin??

And fckin' barGES INTO YOONGI'S MEETING

YELLING ABOUT HOW HE'S MISSING THEIR WEEKLY FATHER-DAUGHTER TIME TOGETHER

it was the cutest thing omg

AnYWAYS

Soomi is the definition of a social butterfly, she'll end up starting a conversation with someone

Anyways, since she goes there so often shes already made friends with the workers there

Aka Hoseok, Jin, Jungkook, and Taehyung

She talks with them all the time, mostly Hoseok and Taehyung since Jin and Jungkook are busy making drinks and serving other customers

Also they know that Soomi is the daughter of the one and only famous rapper Agust D and that Jimin works for agust d

But they couldnt care less about that cuz they all just want the two of them to be comfortable in their cafe and make an effort to make sure no one crowds them or bothers them

(Also Jungkook and Taehyung have the fattest crush on Jimin omg, its so cute but thAT'LL BE FOR ANOTHER POST, vminkook everybody 🙏🏻🙏🏻)

Jin is honestly the best god damn baker ever, he owns the cafe and he makes cute little pastries for Soomi and Jimin

Jiddy boy is actually dating Kim Namjoon

Aka another big rapper

Aka a rlly good friend of Yoongis,,, like his studio is down the hall from Yoongis

Like the only reason Yoongi, Soomi, and Jimin know about Jins cafe is because Namjoon requested

Yoongi used to go there all the time but that was before Hobi started working there and Yoongi got stuck with sO MUCH WORK OML

Also soomi maybe hella young but she doesnt fail to drop hints to Hoseok that her famous father is single as fu—

K, now Hoseok would be a fan of Agust D,,,,,,, aka y o o n g i

And he occasionally writes music, raps, sings, also a hella good fckin dancer

He is a dance major

fun fricken fact,,, him and Jimin used to dance together when they were younger

He has offered to take Soomi off of his hands sometimes

So during his break he'll hang out w/ Soomi while Jimin takes care of some shiiiit

Now HERES WHERE YOONGI AND HOSEOK MEET

SO,,,, Jimin and Hoseok would actually be talking while Soomi sits in Hobis lap and draws with some crayons n' all that

Yoongi comes in lowkey upset, Jin greets him when he walks in with his bag full of all his ☄p r o d u c e r🌸 stuff

(Oh ya,,, no one knows that jin and namjoon are a t h i n g except for Yoongs)

Why is Yoongi upset? You may ask

Cuz Jimin wouldnt answer his fckin phone

And Jimin is one of his rlly good friends that'll listen to his music, see if theres anything to add, and he also listens to Yoongis ideas when it comes to MVs and Choreos n' shit

But Jimin wasnt answering his fricken phone so he kinda mad

So,,, ya boy walks up to Jimin and Hobi who are vv into a talk about dance and how they could hang and do some dancing together

Soomi is drawing a cute little thing of her and her dad and Hobi praises her for her artistic ability cuz omg what

Yoongi comes over irritated,,, full on dagger glares towards Jimin

"Hey Yoongs, didn't expect you to drop by, what's up?" Jimin doesn't even realize he's glaring

Hobi is flustered and s h o c k e d cuz Min Yoongi, aka Agust D is standing there looks hella fricken cute with his big scarf and black coat

But also highkey hot as hell

Yoongi notices Soomi sitting on Hobi's lap and he's like "uhhhh,,,, who tf is this??"

Soomi hops off of Hoseoks lap, eagerly grabbing Yoongi's hand and tugging him closer to Hoseok

"Dad! Dad, come over here! I wanna show you someo— Hobi! why are you so red?!"

Did I mention that Hobi has the smaaaaallest crush on Yoongi (its actually huge I must say)

Yoongi gets a g o o d look at Hobi and he's (mentally) like "who is this angel what the fuck??"

Yoongi, highkey in love, is like, "omg uh,,,, hi, I'm Yoongi" while holding his hand out

Hobi, internally fucking shitting himself, takes his hand and smiles, keeping his c o o l

"Hi, I'm Hoseok,"

Jin calls him over cuz Hobi's break is over and you can like,,,, physically f e e l both Yoongi and Hoseok disappointed

"Well, I'd love to talk more with you but I have to get back to work, see you around Jimin! Bye-bye Soomi!"

Gently pats Soomi's head, waves at the three of them before getting back to work

Yoongi highkey s t a r i n g cuz Hobi is literally fucking g l o w i n g

"Having fun there Yoongi?"

"Who the hell was that and why is he literally shining ??"

Both Jimin and Soomi are giggling while they get ready to leave and Soomi exclaims v e r y loudly

"Dad has a crush, Jiminie! Did you see the way he loo—"

"OKAY SOOMI,,, WE HAVE TO LEAVE, LET'S GO C'MON!"

Yoongi picking her up and almost sprinting out of the damn cafe with Jimin laughing his ass off behind him

Meanwhile behind the counter

Hobi is hot and flushed r e d, Jungkook and Tae highkey teasing the fck outta him , Jin scolding them all to get back to work while also snickering at Hobi's current state

Alright my honey dumplings,,,, I have w a y too many ideas for this au so I'll post a part 2... at some point,,, when I'm not busy....

Anyways, bye, hope u e n j o y e d

#bts #bangtan #yoonseok #sope #min yoongi #jung hoseok #bts suga #bts jhope #bts fanfic #bts au #bts headcanon #bts ships

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hyyunjinn · 6 years

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Things I Love About Stray Kids (2/∞)

a/n: hello, this is gonna be a series now because 1) I’m really happy this week, like I legit haven’t been this genuinely happy in a long time and 2) I love them more than I thought sO HERE WE GO AGAIN!

Chan

okay, this is sad but, the fact that he believes he’s the only one who carries the team? he’s blaming himself for the eliminations and didn’t even want to rejoice with everyone else because he wanted them to forgive him first. like no chan, it was never your fault--you already do so much for the team and everyone knows that. but it’s definitely admirable

HIS FRIENDSHIP/RELATIONSHIP WITH THE REST OF JYPN IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, PUREST THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD U G H HE’S LIKE THE LITTLE BROTHER OF EVERYONE WHILE HE’S ONE OF THE OLDEST IN HIS GROUP LIKE YES WHAT A CONTRAST IT’S SO CUTE

that *O* face he does is super cute yo

hiS CURLY HAIR IS S U C H a look

“i really love you guys”

^^ gave me a heart attack

HIS HAPPY CHEESY SMILE ALSDFJLASDF THAT COMPLETELY LIGHTS UP HIS FACE

his awkwardness lmao

hello can we have a mini series of chan’s kitchen please

Woojin

“HI HELLO”

^^ HE ALREADY SAID THAT MULTIPLE TIMES AND ALSDFJSD SAME BC IDK IF THAT’S A REF TO DAY6 OR NOT BUT THE WAY HE SAYS IT IS SO CUTE

yo his killing parts in aLL THE SONGS S I G H

i love watching him perform

um, his model poses are--ACTUALLY ALL OF HIS SELFIES AND NON-OFFICIAL PHOTOS ARE SUPER CUTE YO HE’S CUTE

giving his pizza crust to chan slkfjdasfd

HIS FOREHEAD YO

that dark blue, red cuffed plaid flannel he wore last ep? A BLESSING

he seems so insecure ever since the “not a main vocal” criticism and like? he’s working so hard? so fill up his role because he feels like he doesn’t uphold it? like idk what “not a main vocal” means but i just want everyone to appreciate how much he’s taking care of himself to improve

Minho

HELLO MY BABY IS BACK AND GONNA BE IN THE CENTER FOR THE DANCES AND BE SLAYING YO THIS ISN’T EVEN THINGS I LOVE ABOUT SK ANYMORE IT’S ME YELLING ABOUT MINHO’S FXKN COMEBACK BECAUSE DO YOU SEE THE TEASERS FOR NEXT WEEK--SUCH AN AMAZING DANCER I LITERALLY CANNOT TAKE MY EYES OFF OF HIM

SUCH A POWERFUL VISUAL HE ALREADY GOT TWO FANSITES--HYUNJIN IS SHAKING

he, can dance to Lie, Begin, Dope, Blood Sweat and Tears, Spring Day, idk probably all BTS songs w h a t t a l e n t

HE EVEN APPEARS LIKE THREE TIMES IN AN OFFICIAL BTS PHOTOBOOK LIKE I STAN A LEGEND

okay but also, we have to talk about that brown jacket/striped shirt look he wore last ep bc it iS C U T E

he’s also that lowkey weird that if you don’t catch it, you won’t know so he passes off as the normal one of the group and it makes it x4837234 more funnier

did I already say this a millio--I LOVE EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM

him giving up on Felix’s Korean

also, the fact that his earrings are just these black circles and tbh it’s sorta hot b y e

bonus: i miss him so much and i really really really i need more content of him and get to know him better before i combust

Changbin

is so willing to help everyone in the group oh man he’s so kind

doesn’t even get mad when everyone picks on him and just goes along with it

I KNOW EVERYONE HAS SAID THIS BUT IT’S AMAZING HOW HE COMPLETELY DESTROYED HIS “DARK CONCEPT” IN THE FIRST EPISODE AND NOW EVERYONE IS JUST LIKE “CHANGBINNIE YOU’RE SO CUTE I LOVE YOU”

goes with the flow of things so well--he gets along with everyone pretty nicely and I think that’s pretty cool

“AH”

tbhlowkeysortadonewithjypbutthatsjustwhatithinksodontquotemeonthis

H I S B O Y F R I E N D O U T F I T S man changbin stans how you doin

what was that extra pose when taking a picture like klasjdflskadf

WHAT WAS THAT POST ICE SKATING DATE PIC WITH HIM ON THE TABLE

Hyunjin

PHOTOGRAPHER!HYUNJIN MY ABSOLUTE FAVE CONCEPT

like laying on the ground for the perfect angle? wHAT A MOOD

wait, fanboy!hyUNJIN WHEN HE JUST OBVIOUSLY STARES AT JINYOUNG OH MY GOSH YOU COULDN’T BE LESS OBVIOUS I LOVE THIS KID

how he wants so badly to improve? i really admire how much effort he’s putting into his rap and it’s really amazing to watch and hear the improvement since hellevator

“YAH”

he seems like he has his life together and has a pretty nonchalant facade but seeing through the cracks of his insecurities makes him so human and like him so much more than i think i would?

HE’S ALWAYS DANCING HONESTLY THAT’S SO CUTE WHAT A NERD

UM HIS GIGGLES GET ME EVERY TIME PLEASE STOP A T T A C K I N G ME HONESTLY

ASKLDJF GOTTA BRING THIS BACK BUT WHEN HE JUST SLIDES AND OPENS HIS MOUTH FOR CHAN TO FEED HIM WAS SO FUNNY I’M NOT OVER IT

Jisung

that fKN KILLING PART IN YOUNG WINGS LSKADJFALSDF AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THE LITTLE GIGGLE HE DID AT THE END OF STRAY CUTS 4

he’s so bright and happy and optimistic everyone needs a Jisung in our lives

casually just smushes his face into the camera so i can see his pretty eyes duh thanks kid

okay but when he was singing that parody of Don’t Wanna Cry he did this little thing to his vOICE THAT SOUNDS SO AMAZING I CAN’T GET OVER IT LIKE LAKSJDFLASDF WTF TA L E N T

he’s so annoying i love him asldkfjasdf like idk if i like him behind the cam and annoying his members or on screen doing something weird honestly probably both

THAT PICTURE CHANGBIN TOOK OF HIM BITING THE CHAIN LSKADFJSDF EWWW LMAO

WOAH WHEN WE SAW A GLIMPSE OF PRODUCER JISUNG THAT WAS SO COOL

no but seriously? he’s so optimistic and supports everyone and he’s so wonderful and kind and super talented but i think we know that and s i g h i hope ya’ll appreciate this mess of a boy bc OH MY GOSH I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT I LOVE BRACES JISUNG HAHAHAHHAHAHA

Felix

honestly, i really just like his black hair and i think ya’ll should know this

he’s such a hard worker?? when he showed us the time at 5 in the morning--I have a feeling he stayed up that long rather than waking up at 5 kid don’t do that it’s not healthy but! he’s doing so much and it’s amazing

OKAY BUT LIKE, THAT PLOT TWIST OF THE CENTURY WHEN HE TOLD CHANGBIN TO KISS HIM LIKE ALSKDFJSLDF MINHO WAS SO READY TO STRANGLE HIM ONLY FOR HIM TO BE LIKE “hyung kiss me” alskdjfasldf what is with him

“annyeonghaseyo“ in thAT DEEP VOICE OF HIS BABY OH MAN WHAT A WAY TO COME BACK

his orange smile laskfjdlasdf

him adjusting jeongin’s outfit was so cute hehe

the way he clings onto jisung is super cUTE UGH THEY’RE LIKE ATTACHED BY THE HIP AND IT’S SO CUTE idk if it’s bc they’re a day apart so they’re like “WE’RE TWINS NOW” or bc jisung can speak english apparently? something like that?

i think people forget that he’s more than just a meme and a deep voiced boy? i love watching him practice dancing in the background and like? he’s part of dance line? LET ME SEE HIM DANCE MORE OMG

ASKLDFJSDAFL WHEN HE MESSED UP ON THAT ONE WORD AND MNET HAD TO EDIT IN THE MISSING CHARACTER ASKLDFJSD THAT WAS SO FUNNY YOU WERE SO CLOSE KID

Seungmin

HELLO THIS IS MY UNDERRATED BABY WHO DESERVES THE WORLD bc he’s funny as heck guys why do you not notice this

honestly im gonna say it agaiN: HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONs especially when he has that dumb dazed look askldfjasdf what a boy

messes around with Jeongin in the back

when he cornered jeongin u H

he writes things in his journal to improve! and he is!

i really hope he stands out a little bit more when he performs! i hope he’s working on it! but I also like how if you are a seungmin stan, you’ll notice the small things he does when he performs and it’s like a little secret only people who deserve to know, knows and he knows it’s just between him and his fans saklfjsadf

when he decides to be a lil sht like that one time chan and hyunjin was arguing and he’s just like “we’ll take three ramens and a packet of dumplings” or something like that

can i just say that his clothing style is probably my favorite because i gush about each outfit he wears like all the time?

he’s so into singing and you can see it every time he does and it’s wonderful

Jeongin

WHEN HE WAS CRINGING BECAUSE OF HIS PARENTS: WHAT A MOOD

WHEN HE GUNNED HIMSELF BECAUSE OF JISUNG’S KILLING PART: WHAT A MOOD PT 2

WHEN HE ESCAPED JISUNG’S WRATH AND RAN TO THE OTHER SIDE AND CHEEKILY WAVED AT HIM: WHAT A MOOD PT 3

his escalator impression was hecka nice

OKAY WE BARELY SAW IT BUT LIKE? THE FACT THAT PEOPLE ARE FINALLY PRAISING HIM BECAUSE HE SPENT ALL THOSE TIMES PRACTICING BY HIMSELF TO STRENGTHEN HIS VOICE I’M SO PROUD OF HIM

this baby always has a smile on his face and it’s the most infectious smile ever and i love him i love him please stay as happy as you can be because you deserve everything and more

*screeches* HIS BANDANNA LOOK IN SCHOOL LIFE KLASDJFASD I LOVE IT SO MUCH

when he was all shy shy with all the girls screaming his name at the busking: tag yourself i was the girls spiritually yelling his name

hAH I ALSO SEE THE BLACKPINK FANBOY IN HIM OHOHO THAT’S SUPER CUTE

#stray kids #cici's stray thoughts #things i love about stray kids

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subzeroiceskater · 3 years

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Nice.

“I thought you liked girls! Didn’t I see you swooning over Pride and Iris?”

“Netto-kun, I was what, eleven? Twelve?”

Bisexuality? Not that compulsory heteronormativy isn’t a thing but. Well, personally speaking, I’d just like to have it acknowledged and not be the binary of “you’re either straight or gay”.

“His name is Jomon Teruo.”

“Jomon?”

“As in Japan’s Jomon Electric megastore?” Rockman chimed in.

“That’s it. His grandfather is the CEO.”

… Now, on top of that, he was beholden to some snotty rich kid. The spawn of one of the country’s most affluent name-brand families, in fact. They’d probably ride off into the sunset together in a luxury sedan, flocked by enough maids and servants to make Yaito-chan jealous.

I wonder if Teruo was chosen just because he’s canon rich to serve this role. Yeah, I’m just skipping to the parts where he gets mentioned.

“My counsellor recommended I check out Japan Club. That’s where I met Teruo-kun. He was super welcoming, and we planned all sorts of cultural events together to promote awareness.”

That’s actually pretty sweet. Good on you, Teruo.

The geek delivered a chaste kiss to the now-standing Tohru’s cheek, an act which caused Netto discomfort. “C-cancelled. S-so I flew here instead.”

“H-hi there, I-I’m Jomon Teruo.”

“Hikari Netto.” They shook hands, and the seated one noted the latter’s stutter.

So this was the wolf himself. Not what Netto imagined. The freckled hafu wore a baggy newsboy hat, rimless vintage pink sunglasses, long-sleeved shirt with circle of iron filings splaying the front and lightning bolts running up the arms, white slacks, and utility belt. He looked more like a mechanic or a rock and roll delinquent than the grandson of an electronics magnate. The only overt indicator of his wealth was his one obnoxious pierced ear, flaunting a diamond earring.

To be fair, this is probably more canon and in-character than everything I’ve ever done with Terry. BUT this is just straight up pulling from his game appearance from the mentions of “geek” and the stutters. This is just straight up his canon design as well, which, in my opinion, is A Look.

Although, I’m assuming if they’re older in this fic, they’d somehow dressed differently? The author is mixing game canon into the anime one (which I’ve never seen. To be honest, if Terry had ever appeared ONCE I would’ve watched the whole thing a million years ago, lol favoritism).

Although, hafu? Where did that come from? Terry's not said to be half-anything in the text or anywhere else in canon--absolutely nothing wrong if he was but this is the only place that mentions it for some reason?

That’s not really based on any canon thing at all. Is it because he was renamed Terry in English? That won't make sense in the Japanese setting of this fanfic? Like, even Terry could just be a nickname from Teruo. Teri is even still a a Japanese electric term.

N-not at all. L-lemme tell ya, robots are fascinating. A-and you’re apprenticing under Aoki Makoto? S-she’s a legend in the robotics community.”

“You should let Teruo-kun have a look at what you’re working on,” Tohru proposed. “Robotics are his specialty.”

“Q-quit it, Tohru-chan.”

Drat. He was modest too.

Teruo’s actually pretty cool with this? I’m anticipating the heel turn any time now but this is pretty nice. Based Teruo, loving and supporting robotics, female scientist and his fiancé.

Putting together Terry and Copybots is such an obvious thing that I'm mostly glad someone else did that!

A genius who could match pace with Tohru’s intellect, wealthy and reputable, with a sturdy career. Netto had nothing to offer. Teruo was everything he couldn’t be.

Well, yeah, Terry/Teruo’s shown to be good with robotics and have a rich grandpa but, seriously, Netto. This is a little too much, pfft. Although, that is the point of a pining romantic fanfic, I suppose. I’ll be honest, I haven’t read fanfics for a long time. It just feels more like the plot is leading the characters on and slotting them into types instead of letting the IC personalities and motivations arise naturally or speak or whatever.

And now I’ll turn into about myself. Am I any better with my own stuff? Nope! Author did this the same reason I do my own art—coz it amuses ‘em.

“His boyfriend is rotten! A scoundrel! The heavenly bodies foretell it!”

Yep, it’s definitely not me Netto-kun likes. Teruo-kun wouldn’t harm a fly! Tohru relished the garlic in his dumplings.

HERE WE GO 😈

The powwows a directionally inadept Dingo held asking his tomahawk for counsel locating Maha Ichiban’s customers came to mind, and Netto justly grew skeptical.

What? Err… You know what, I’ll just concentrate on the Teruo parts. For my own peace of mind. I don’t want to get legit mad again.

Tohru was entitled to the world. On Teruo’s lanky arm, that attitude represented a concrete, dynastic legacy. If the cost of that felicity was that he himself would fade, amen! Tohru’s contentment justified the tribulation. He could take it. For his beloved, he could learn to suffer the grief.

Yeah, this kind of thing. It feels more like Teruo is just an obstacle for the eventual realization of Netto’s true love. Like any trope, it’s not that’s necessarily bad but this is a little too on the nose and a little too overwrought for me. xD Maybe Netto was too different in the anime but I don’t really hear Lan thinking or talking like this, even as a grown up or in love. It’s just stuff like the author is blatantly going “hurry it up and get together” but at the expense of the story. It’s…well, “fanfic” writing.

I’m not explaining myself very well. This is why I don’t write fanfic myself, lol.

“Based on the evidence, we’ve secured a warrant to take Sparkman’s suspected operator, Jomon Teruo, into custody”

HERE WE FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO

“Now that you mention it, Teruo did express a dubious interest in our research. Gah! Romeda-san was right!” He smacked himself, realizing the phony psychic’s prediction had come to fruition. “The jerk is shady!”

He’s a robotics guy who’s interested in robotics stuff. He seemed perfectly normal when you talked to him. How is that shady.

His vilification of Teruo abruptly gained legitimate weight.

😈 😈 😈 To be clear, I’m not mad or anything. This is actually a lot more fun than I expected it to be. It’s more funny than anything. Like, here’s Teruo being an okay dude who’s being guiltily vilified by Netto…but no, he was right, all along!

“Even though I’m not worthy of your love, even though I’ll never be able to give you the things he can, that doesn’t change the fact that I will protect you, Tohru-kun! No matter what! You may hate me for it, but there’s no avoiding it anymore!”

Teruo’s a shit Netbattler. You’re one of the best. Go beat his ass netbattling or something, Netto.

He located Teruo immersed among the gizmos in his lab. Untidy as a hoarder, blueprints and tools lay disorderly, necessitating Tohru dance around the innumerable hazards to his feet. His grease monkey boyfriend was hunched over a project, welding. Blue embers licked the metal as he mended a garish scar begriming its surface.

Okay, I can’t believe how cool Teruo is in this fic. I mean, he gets to do robotic-labs shit, even if just by implication. What the fuck.

“Yo, Tohru-chan!” Teruo jerked his helmet up.

He was tinkering with a robot. A Copyroid.

No…

“What have you done?”

“My oh my, that Hikari Netto did a number on you, didn’t he?” Teruo patted the Copyroid. “I rewired it. Optimized its destructive capability. Rebooted it without those pesky inhibitors. No safety parameters. I’ve accomplished what Aoki Makoto was afraid to do.”

The loss of the Jomon family successor’s stutter unnerved him. Was it all a ploy?

Like, this is legit cool, man. Teruo’s legit badass. Haha. Based. And he’s giving orders to the neo-WWW? Like, some kind of Dr. Wily analogue? So cool, even if just implication.

Oh, by the way, that’d be welding mask, and not helmet.

“Gramps is holding out on me. Reassessing my status in his will. He dissed robotics and threatened to sever my funding, the geezer! When I caught wind on an Undernet BBS that these lowlife goons were planning to bust out the Professor, I extended my services. In exchange, the Professor lends me his soldiers. It’s a hostile takeover, baby!”

Fuck yeah. I actually love this. This is pretty much his scenario from the game but extended a little more villainously.

“After everything we’ve been through! It was a lie?”

“Never. I do love you. Gonna give you the world, Tohru-chan. Picture it. Us, unlimited coin, and a controlling interest in the organization!”

“You can walk away! I’ll speak to the Net Police! We can hammer out a plea bargain!”

“Aww, how swell of you to defend me. When this is over, you and I are due for a heckuva holiday. Hmm? The Southern Isles?”

And it turns out he genuinely loves Tohru? Like, in his own earnest way? Based.

“You ain’t gonna win! No siree!” Teruo taunted, priggishly unhinged after having been liberated of his tiresome fake speech impediment and goody two-shoes public persona.

The duplicitous jerk! He really was the spoiled rich kid Netto thought!

Okay, but I wanna argue that I don’t think that Teruo (Terry in BN4) was faking—the stutter at least. Terry’s thing is at his heart, a coward. The stutter was him being a scaredy-cat because he was nervous trying to trick Lan and him getting a confidence boost was thinking he’s succeeded. There’s the heel turn I’ve been waiting but the whole way getting here was so fun (and honestly short) so I don’t mind as much.

“Bourgeois slime, I’m gonna enjoy pixelating that disrespectful runt of yours!” Teruo spat.

I was gonna say how weird for him to use bourgeois as insult when he’s the richer one but I just looked it up and this usage is correct: bourgeois relates to the middle-class. Whoops. I also just found out that I’ve been understanding the slang “bougie” wrong all this time. Educational!

Neither Teruo nor Sparkman abided by restraint. Divorced of commitment, they cut loose, exactly as Teruo stipulated, with “extreme prejudice.”

And Teruo completes transformation to vaudeville villain. He’s still fun, though.

Teruo threw caution to the wind. Resorting to cheating, he spammed Extra Codes to push Sparkman to the limit, mashing his PET like his life depended on it. “Take this! And this! And this! Heh heh heh!”

Can it really be called cheating if this was never meant to be a fair legit fight in a contest with rules. Teruo’s just being a poor sport in general. Which is still canon characterization, btw.

“Garbage!” Sparkman was literally falling apart. “You may excel at repairing machines, but you sure stink at Navi operation!”

“Sue me! I’m a robot specialist, not a NetBattler!”

Rockman mocked, “Arguing? Trust between operator and Navi is key!”

“You’re such a hot shot! Why don’t you fix this useless robot body?”

“I oughta sell you for scrap!”

Yeah, this is just from the game. Although, Teruo should be able to do something about the Copyroid body. Okay, you know what, I’ve always want a Full Synchro between them. What’s that? The point of Terry’s story was how he’s so bad at Netbattling and he couldn’t get along with his Navi?

Well, more reason for them to overcome their differences and finally be true battle buddies. Honestly, that’s part of the whole ��Terry gets a friend, learns to be less of a terrible shit and gets his life on track” fanfic idea I’ve had since I played his game.

Anyway, he gets arrested. And…hired an assassin to try take Netto out? Lmao, still badass. That’s it for him. I tried looking for that time travel thing but, nothing. I think from context, this is just because this whole story was the time travel thing? Well.

That was more entertaining than I thought it would be. I’d have to wonder why Terry of all people but it may be as simple as he was a rich jerk who never appeared in the anime and so good for a retelling. He was far more important in this story than pretty much anything else I’ve ever seen, outside of my own stupid doodles, hahahaha.

#megaman shitposting #I am the CEO of Teruo Jomon

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Stark’s Girl Part 2 (Kinda NSFW)

AN: LOOK HOW PRETTY HE IS I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF SEEING HIM

Pairing: Peter Parker(Spider-Man) x Reader

Summary: What happens after you both wake up and at your father’s gala?

Words: 1552

Warning: SOME SMUT AT THE BEGINNING and fluff and language that is all

Peters groans softly to himself as he wakes up, feeling weight on his chest where you’re curled up against him. He blinks a few times to help wake himself up, only to realize that he’s not looking through the eyes of his mask. Running his hand over his face and into his hair, he starts to panic. What if you see him? For all he knew, you had sex with Spider-Man, fell asleep with Spider-Man, but you’re going to wake up to Peter Parker in your bed!

You whine as you shift on him, your arm curling up to rest on his cheek. “Pete…stop moving, I wanna sleep…”

His entire body tenses under yours. You…just called him Pete. Like his name. Meaning you knew who he is without his mask. And you’re still here with him. Meaning you don’t care that he’s Peter Parker, too. So…do you like him, too?

He shifts onto his side, propping his head up on his hand to look down at you. You whine again, brows furrowing as your eyes shut tighter, the new position making the sun shine directly from the window into your face. Peter can’t help but smile at you, the way your nose is scrunched up, the little whines you keep making as the sun continues to shine. You’re adorable.

“Peter, the sun burns,” you murmur, burying your face into his chest.

He can’t help but chuckle at you, kissing your head. “Morning to you, too, sunshine. How’d you sleep?”

You hum softly, pressing a soft kiss right below his collar bone. “Best I ever had. How about you?”

“Amazing. Had one hell of a night.”

You chuckle softly, leaning up to kiss the underside of his jaw. “Well, I have some good news. Before I fell asleep, Dad texted me and said he and he team wouldn’t be back until this afternoon.”

“And what time is it now, beautiful?”

You grin, cheeks turning pink from the nickname. “Like…nine fifteen.”

“Then we have a lot of time to kill, don’t we?” he teases, his hands trailing over your waist and hips, sending shivers and goosebumps over your skin.

You nod before crawling up, pushing him onto his back, and capturing his lips in a sweet, soft kiss. The both of you hadn’t taken it very slow last night, so you’re making the most of the time you now have. Plus, you know who he is now, your other crush. How much better could it get?

His lips move slowly against yours, tangling his fingers gently in your hair. You’re both still bare from the night before, so all he has to do is rock his hips up slowly as you make out to bring little sounds from you, making him smile softly.

You’ve known Peter in school for a year or two now and know he’s not the most confident guy ever, which only makes last night make you wonder. Does his mask give him like a new personality? Because now, he seems more slow and shy. You love both sides and you wonder what this side will lead to.

His hands drift down to rest on your hips as both of your hips slowly rock against each other, trying to get as much friction as you can. You break the kiss, nose nudging his to make him look into your eyes as you reach between the both of you to guide him inside, both of you completely forgetting about protection now. Now that you know that both of your crushes are the same person, you feel completely at easy having sex with them-him. Peter.

You feel his muscles tense under you as he holds himself still under you, watching you with his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. God, you love his eyes and his smile and his personality, his nerdiness, his adorable little laugh, his body…

“Y/n,” a voice calls from several rooms away. You don’t know where for sure, but the man who the voice belongs to makes both of you completely freeze. They aren’t supposed to be home yet, they aren’t supposed to be back until afternoon!

Peter rolls the both of you over and rushes off your bed, grabbing his boxers quickly. After he pulls those on (getting his foot through the crouch hole accidently that goof), he starts pulling his suit on. You can’t help but giggle at his panicked state, watching him from your bed, still naked. Your plan is to get dressed with Peter, but you can’t stop watching him. He glances up at you, cheeks flaring pink before he presses the spider on his chest, tightening his suit.

“I’ll, um…I’ll see you later?”

You nod, grabbing a big shirt of yours to throw on quickly. “Yeah, definitely.”

He smiles and nods, pulling his mask over his face and climbing out your window to the side of the building. You remember something about later this week and rush to the window, grabbing his wrist.

“Wait, Peter! Are you free Friday night?”

He nods slowly. “Um, yeah, I think so. Why?”

You tuck a bit of your hair behind your ear shyly, biting your lip. “I know it’s a bit out of order, but my dad is having this gala thing and I wondered if you’d be my date. So I’m not alone this time.”

He pulls his mask up over his nose and pecks your lips gently, smiling. “I’d be honored to accompany you to the gala, princess. See you soon.”

You smile brightly, grabbing a pair of shorts to tug on before anyone comes into your room. You can’t wait for Friday.

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You smooth out the ruffled skirt of your two-piece dress, shifting nervously as you wait for your father to stop talking to a pretty journalist. You glance around for your date, knowing that he sometimes runs late with some small crime or even just May holding him back, maybe messing and fussing with his outfit since you knew he never wore a tie or suit besides at Homecoming last year.

“Y/n, come here,” Tony says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. Of course there’d be pictures for the tabloids. You haven’t been going to many press or social events lately because of school, but it’s late enough on Friday that there’s no problem with you going.

You pose next to your father for a couple pictures before he guides you into the actual building and starts socializing. You sigh and pull away, walking to the refreshment table, not that you even recognize half of the appetizers on it anyway. You settle on just a drink, sipping it as your lean back against the table. It wouldn’t be so bad if Peter was here like he said he’d be. Yeah, you understand the hero job, sometimes things come up, but wouldn’t he text or call you to let you know?

Does he even have your number to let you know?

You smile to yourself at your own stupidity. Why wouldn’t you give him your number after you slept with him? Wait, slept with sounds a little…well, slutty, honestly. You aren’t like that, he’s the only one you’ve ever done that with. It was special, even though you didn’t know at first it was Peter, after finding out the next morning, it made it special. To you, anyway. And he called you beautiful, so he must love you, right? Right?!

A tap on your shoulder makes you jump and spin around to face a smiling, though shy, Peter Parker. You relax and grin back at him, feeling all the nervousness of him not showing up roll off your shoulders. You want to hug him or give him a kiss, but you can’t, not with so many people around you. So, you take his hand and carefully and hopefully inconspicuously to a stairway that leads to the roof. You’ve always wanted to do this and you really had to ask him something.

“What are we doing up here?” He looks to you curiously, which you find absolutely adorable. Everything about him is so adorable.

“Hang on,” you chide teasingly, setting your phone on a box on the roof, turning on Spotify to play some music. You smile as a slower song starts playing and step back up to Peter, holding out your hands to him.

He slowly understands and rests one hand on your waist, the other holding your hand. He is beyond glad that May taught him how to dance before or else he’d make a huge fool of himself. You smile wider to yourself, loving the feeling of his hand in yours. Your question is in the back of your mind, but you want to spend all the time you can just in his arms. Carefully, you move both your arms around his neck and rest your head on his chest. His cheeks still flush red from you wanting to be so close to him.

“C-can I ask you something, Y/n?”

You nod, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Would…you wanna…go out sometime?”

You smile brightly, leaning up to kiss him gently. “Only if I can be your girlfriend.”

It’s hard to kiss someone when all he can do is smile as wide as he can.

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