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chlorinecake · 5 months

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What do you think the enha legal line would react if by chance or by accident the other members touch readers tits? The reader being their gf obviously

I got this idea from your recent gang bang post and I was like damn

For ex yn is hee's gf and by accident jake touches her tits , or if you wanna make it spicy remove the accident part and make it as sluty as you can

If you want ofcourse

By the way I'm new here , on your blog so hoping for more talks!

𐙚 Cherry Blossoms | 18+ EN- REACTIONS

cw: jealous!bf enha 🙈, implied intimacy (so like, no explicit smut scenes), kissing, swearing, boob fondling/nipple play, hickeys, mentions of drinking, dry humping (?), kinda silly honestly, 400-500 words per member

이희승 ♱ Lee Heeseung — Heeseung didn't worry about leaving you and Jake alone because he trusted him with everything. Though, your boyfriend had barely been gone for a minute before Jake's hands got lost under your top, fingers toying with the hem of your sports bra as he lowered his voice to a purr. “Heeseung only focuses on his own pleasure… I bet he's never even touched you like this before, has he?," Jake smirked, causing you to shiver as his thumb lightly grazed your nipple, “It’s kinda cute, actually.”

“W-what is,” you asked, squirming from his hands that only followed your movements. “How sensitive you are,” he teased, adjusting your shirt so he could have better access to your chest. “Do you think Heeseung would mind if I added a few marks with his?” He said in between lightly sucking your tits, the wet sounds of his tongue making heat rush to your cheeks.

“J-Jake, if Heeseung catches us like this, you’re dead,” you threatened, running a hand through Jake’s hair as part of you wanted to push him away though another part compelled you to pull him closer.

Beep, beep, beep. The microwave chimed, but your boyfriend was no longer in the kitchen, having come back to ask if you and Jake wanted a drink with the popcorn he just made.

“What the fuck are you doing?!,” Heeseung yelled, marching up to Jake and pulling his shoulder back.

“I think the answer's pretty obvious, Sherlock,” Jake grinned, watching the way you covered yourself before him despite his swollen lips telling clearly of the actions that already took place.

Heeseung shook his head before reaching for the remote and turning off the TV, “you can go now, Jake. Movie night is OVER.”

“Dude, chill, you’re acting like I fucked her,” Jake teased, getting up from the couch and walking to the front door, putting on his shoes before leaving you two alone. You stood up from the couch before Heeseung waved his finger, “Nuh uh, sit,” he ordered, plopping on the couch beside you and pulling you into his lap, cradling you.

You felt as his hands groped around your neck, gently squeezing before releasing the pressure, his eyes softening in the process. "H-Heeseung," you stuttered at the sudden warmth growing at your core, “aren’t you upset?”

“Upset? Just a little... maybe even a lot... but not with Jake," he whispered in a husk voice, cold hands tiptoeing down your back before grinding your hips against him, broken moans escaping your lips as the moment only escalated from there.

박종성 ♱ Park Jongseong — You and your boyfriend Jay had just gotten back from your 2-day long road trip together, filled with campfires, hiking, and romantic moments in the lake. You were honestly feeling a little tense after the trip, so Jay offered to help you out by massaging your shoulders.

Kissing you on the cheek, he sat you down in a gaming chair that he borrowed from one of the members in your shared bedroom. “Now, I want you to relax for me, okay?,” he whispered, gently closing your eyes with his fingertips, “I’ll be right back with the massage oil.”

You didn’t hear Jay’s footsteps leave the room but you heard when he came back, using his thumbs to dig circles into the tender area of your shoulder. Naturally, you let out a few lewd sounds from his actions, breath hitching in your chest as he wrapped his fingers around your neck, sliding down to grope your boobs. You hummed like a kitten at his touch, stroking his hands and throwing your head back in the process.

That’s when you heard a second pair of footsteps come in, a lot angrier than the first, followed by the sound of said oil clashing with the floor. You opened your eyes at the sound to realize it was none other than your boyfriend Jay, blood practically boiling at the sight of you with Sunoo’s hands cradling your chest. “Oh my God!” You yelped in shock, jumping from the chair to cover yourself. You almost couldn’t believe that it was Sunoo touching you the whole time, a phony expression of shock displayed on his face.

“You should go, Sunoo,” Jay said coldly, balling his fists.

“Oh- my apologies, Jay-hyung. Her boobs were just so soft, I didn’t even realize I was touching them,” Sunoo shrugged, not budging in his stance.

“What part don’t you understand about getting the fuck out of here?” Jay continued, grabbing Sunoo by the shoulder and leading him out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Jay-"

“I can’t believe you couldn’t recognize those weren’t my hands,” Jay shook his head playfully, pulling you closer before picking you up and laying you on the bed.

“My eyes were closed, Jay,” you giggled, feeling his hands knead your thighs as he left featherlight kisses all over your neck that soon escalated into much more passionate kisses.

“I can tell you’re still a little tense, though,” Jay whispered seductively, fingers ghosting over the center of your panties as he moved to play with your drawstring, releasing it with a sting. "Still need my help?"

Cupping his face in your hand, you kissed him on the lips this time, eyes already hazy from his simple touches as you nodded at his words.

To this day you both have no idea what compelled Sunoo to do that...

심재윤 ♱ Sim Jaeyun — Tonight was the night of Jake's big winter party, and you decided to wear something revealing to get his attention. Though, unfortunately, your boyfriend wasn't as impressed as you anticipated him to be.

You snuck off somewhere to get a drink while Jake continued to chat things up with his friends, just to get your mind off things. You didn’t expect to see Heeseung hanging around the bar, so you decided to cover your chest with the thin shawl you brought with you.

“Trouble in paradise?" Heeseung teased, passing you one of the red party cups.

"Is it really that obvious?," you frowned, filling your cup up with juice from the punch bowl that was definitely spiked.

"Hmm. Not really, but you never dress like this," Heeseung went on, shamelessly checking you out through his doe-eyes, "Maybe you should try this style more often."

"Yeah... maybe," you pouted, glancing at Jake from a distance. Sure, it was nice to have a boyfriend who didn’t only want you for your body, but naturally, you wanted to spice things up in your relationship.

“Pfft,” Heeseung scoffed, talking another sip from his drink before placing it down. “I mean, I respect that you have a boyfriend… kind of… but you're obviously not gonna get his attention on your own," he said, grabbing each end of your shawl before sliding it to your waist, pulling you closer to him, "I can fix that if you like."

You smacked his shoulder playfully, part of you actually considering his offer, “Get a grip, would ya? I think you’ve had too much to drink for the night,” you chuckled, feeling his hands snake around your hips.

“Have I ever told you how pretty your smile is?” he said, looking you in the eyes now, “it matches your tits perfectly,” he grinned, hand ghosting over your chest before he asked, “can I touch them?”

“You must be out of your mind,” Jake interrupted, startling the both of you as he pulled you into his side, “Baby, are you okay?”

“She’s fineee…” Heeseung answered for you, a satisfied expression plastered over his face as he walked away, leaving you two alone.

“I’m sorry, Jake,” you sighed, squeezing his hand as you exhaled the tension building up within you, “I didn't mean for Heeseung to act that way... I just wanted your attentio-”

“And now you’ve got it,” he interrupted your words, pulling you into him by your lower back before kissing your lips, humming at the contact.

"Let's take this somewhere more private, yeah? Unless you can't wait any longer."

박성훈 ♱ Park Sunghoon — Your overly-protective boyfriend decided to take you to the gym with him after you almost got into a fight outside of the mall last week.

It was for a stupid reason, really.

You overheard some girls talking shit about you and upon calling them out for it, things got a little physical.

“You know I could’ve taken both of those girls on my own, right?” You tried reassuring him, not feeling up to join him at the gym today, “And besides, we haven’t hung out in forever. Can’t we just do something else for the day?”

Sunghoon chuckled at the pout you wore on your face, offering his hand to help you out of the car as he carried both your gym bags, “I just wanna show you a few things, and then we’ll hang out later, okay? I promise.”

Sulking all the way into the fitness building, you didn’t expect to see one of Sunghoon’s friends there, striking at a punching bag with all his might.

“Oh- Jay’s here!” Your boyfriend chirped, “He used to volunteer at a women’s self defense class. Maybe he can help us out today,” he continued, jogging over with your hand in his.

Taking out his headphones, Jay stuck out a hand out to greet both of you. “Hey, guys. Having a little gym date, huh?”

“Sort of. ____ almost got into a fight a last week, and I just wanna make sure she knows how to defend herself,” Sunghoon said, making you roll your eyes.

One reply led to another, and Jay offered to coach you for a bit, the two of you hopping in the boxing ring together with gloves and sweatbands on. Meanwhile, Sunghoon stood on the sidelines, occasionally taking pictures of you while he pretended to referee.

“C’mon, ____, you won’t hurt me,” Jay taunted, tiring you out as he dodged all of your attacks, “Punch like you mean it!”

Sunghoon was cheering you on, which made you feel confident enough to try something you saw in an action movie once. Running into Jay, you knocked him out of balance, landed on his lap as you prepared to jab him right in the face.

That was when you felt his hands cupping your chest as an attempt to push you away.

The sight was terrible, honestly, and looked a lot like a sex position. And unfortunately, Sunghoon got the whole thing on video.

Stepping into the ring, your boyfriend helped you get off of Jay, who immediately started apologizing.

“Bro, I’m really sorry about that, you know it wasn’t my intention to get that physical,” Jay rambled, face slightly turning pale in shock.

“It’s alright, man. But if it ever happens again, you can at least try and make it entertaining for me,” Sunghoon teased.

“THIS is how you properly touch a woman,” he smirked, showing off his fangs as leaned you against the rope cage, playing with your boobs like stress balls.

“Hoon, you CLOWN! That tickles,” you giggled uncontrollably, not even realizing how Jay was dying of laughter in the corner of it all.

김선우 ♱ Kim Sunoo — It randomly started to rain outside upon you and Sunoo already getting dressed for your picnic date together. Instead, you decided to stay home and play board games with each other, inviting Jungwon who was also stuck inside for the day to join you two. You three started off with a few games of Uno before Sunoo suggested a round of truth or dare.

“I choose truth,” Sunoo smiled, crossing his legs to sit. “Okay, okay,” Jungwon began, munching on a few pretzels from the snack bowl, “what’s your favorite thing about ____?”

A pink hue rushed to your boyfriends cheeks at the question, which made you and Jungwon laugh until Sunoo finally built up the courage to answer. “Well... to be honest with you, I’d have to say her tits.”

You couldn’t believe the words that just came from his mouth. Now it was your turn to feel embarrassed. “Sunooooo," you cringed, bringing your legs to your chest and burying your face in your knees.

“What? It’s true!" He continued, nudging your leg playfully, "It’s the only part of you that the boys never get to see. It’s only for me,” he smiled, making your heart beat a little faster.

Jungwon raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in energy before suggesting a new game, “Hmmm... I say we play Twister now!”

The game started off easy, with you and Jungwon going first so Sunoo could spin the color board. One move led to another before Jungwon accidentally slipped on the plastic game mat, falling hands-first onto your boobs.

You let out a sound that easily could’ve been mistaken as a moan, but Jungwon just stayed there frozen, straddling you with his hands groping your chest.

“Uh-uhh, I-I’m… sorry,” Jungwon shrieked with embarrassment, finally backing away from you, but it was already too late.

Sunoo was pissed. “____, why didn’t you do something?!” “Like what?” “I... I don’t know, slap him in his stupid face for touching what isn’t his?”

“Sunoo-hyung, it was an acciden-”

“Be quiet, Jungwon!” your boyfriend spat coldly, getting up from the floor before marching up to his room. “Sunoo, wait!” You called out, following after him all the way to his bed where he laid on his back.

“You didn’t move fast enough, ____,” Sunoo mumbled under his breath, arms crossed over his stomach, “it made me think that you wanted it.”

You sat next to him, stroking his thigh as you spoke, “No, baby… I was just shocked," you admitted.

“That still doesn’t take back what happened, though,” he pouted as you reached under his shirt, tracing lazy shapes on his abs before inching your fingers closer to the hem of his pants, smiling at the way he shivered through it all.

“Let me make it up to you, then... I’m all yours, now.”

양정원 ♱ Yang Jungwon — Thanks to your period, you’d been feeling extra horny without Jungwon being able to please you like usual. So, Sunghoon invited himself to keep you company while Jungwon took a shower after his routine evening jog around your neighborhood. The two of you were casually making conversation about your period symptoms on the living room couch when you noticed how Sunghoon’s eyes kept falling to your chest.

“They're pretty swollen, huh?” He purred, groping your chest with his veiny yet delicate hands.

You unintentionally moaned at the feeling, your arms almost forgetting how to work as he applied more pressure, thoroughly amused by your reactions.

“S-Sunghoon, stop that!,” you whined as he laid you on your back, straddling your hips as he continued to massage your tits. “What, are they tender, too?” He asked mischievously, inching closer to your neck before grazing your skin with his fangs, “because I know how to be gentle."

All you could do was whine beneath him, feeling a little guilty about letting your hormones get the best of you.

That’s when Jungwon came out of the shower, steam roaming behind him as he shook the access water from his hair, making his way to the living room.

“Hey, babe, I ran you a bath while I was in there…” he stopped mid-sentence, feline eyes narrowing at the sight before him. Sunghoon didn’t seem to flinch in Jungwon’s presence, hands still resting on your body as he started to speak, “How was your shower, Jungwon?”

“Fine,” your boyfriend replied coldly, waking up to the couch before snatching you by the wrist, pulling you away from him, “Let's hurry, ____, before the water gets cold.”

As soon as you got into the bathroom, Jungwon locked the door, pining you against the wall, “What was that all about, hmm?” He asked, caging you with one arm as he slowly unbuttoned the flannel you wore.

His flannel.

“Since when do you like guys like Sunghoon-hyung?”

“I-I don't,” you nearly whispered, failing to look him in the eyes after what you let happen.

Jungwon’s cold hands grazed your waist as the flannel fell from your shoulders, your bra making a clicking sound after he unbuttoned it as well.

“So why’d you let him touch you the way I touch you? Be honest with me,” He urged with a sweet yet thick voice, almost like honey.

“Because... I... I wanted to feel good,” you admitted, a chuckle slipping from your boyfriends throat at your words before he pressed the softest kiss to your lips, whispering within the contact.

“Take off the rest or your clothes and get in the tub, silly.”

❀ Hi hi, anonie and wlcm to the blog !! Tysm for requesting this piece ~ Ik this ask was specifically for something a little more slutty, but I have another ask in my inbox that’s similar to this, so I’m saving the intense stuff for that one huhu !!

❀ Make sure to check out my enhypen bookshelf for more fun reads ~

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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 25 days

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☾ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ☽

Hi :3 this is the event I've been eagerly waiting to announce 🙈

Firstly I'd like to start off by saying, thanks to all of you for loving this blog and supporting me all this while^^

I will try my best to answer all of your requests for this event! And with that the rules for requesting for requesting and the prompts will be given below!

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ/ᴋɪɴᴋꜱ

"Who would guess you would turn out to be such a filthy slut?" - Degradation

"Crawl for me" - Pet play

"How many rounds do you think you can go before you turn into a whiny mess" - Overstimulation

"You wouldn't run your mouth like this when I egde you till you're digging your nails into the sheets and begging me like a bitch in heat." - Edging

"Be a good girl and bend over for daddy." - Daddy kink

"Stay still while I fuck your thighs nice and good, Hm?" - Thighfucking

"Don't you just love the marks I leave on your face?" - Face slapping

"Let's see if this throat of yours is as tight as your cunt" - Throatfucking

"Love the way your pretty neck fits right in between my fingers" - Choking

"My belt or my hand? Either way your ass is going to be bruised by the end of the night." - Spanking

"Your tears make me want to fuck you harder till all you can do is shed those pretty tears for me." - Dacryphilia

"I don't think ___ would mind a little show" - Voyeurism

"The more you beg for me to go faster, the slower I move to torture you." - Teasing

ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ

"All I wanted was for you to hold me, was that so selfish of me?"

"Everyday I wish – for me to be the one holding you like that"

"Is it too late for me to realise that I'm losing you? Or have I lost you already?"

"I wish I held you while you were still here, so that I could tell you how much I still loved you before you left the world"

"Your words are just pretty decorations for your actions that clearly show I was never the one for you."

"If only you'd understand, it wasn't just a game for me"

"I hope you're never as happy with her/him as you were with me."

"Did you ever care?"

"It's like you never knew me at all."

"All I wanted was for you to stay here with me."

ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ

"My clothes look better on you"

"Kisses with you feel like I just visited heaven"

"If I could, I would hold your hand for every second of my life"

"I wanna spend every night of my life with you"

"I'll never let you go"

"You make me so fucking proud, darling."

"I can't wait to meet you so I can shower you with my kisses and have you back in my arms"

"Being yours has never felt so ethereal than right now"

"A day without you?" *shudders at the thought*

"You wanna talk about your day while I give you a massage?"

Rules for requesting:

Please Mention which genre you're choosing the prompt from before requesting. Ex: #2 from Smut

The groups I will be writing for are ATEEZ, Seventeen and NCT. And the actors I will currently be taking requests for are: Cha Woomin - Song Kang - Kwak Dongyeon - Lee Soohyuk - Byeon Wooseok.

For the Smut Genre: You can mention any kinks which you'd like along with it or any kinks that you will be uncomfortable with (since I will be adding kinks of my own)

Every drabble will be at the minimum word count of 600

I will try to answer as many as requests as possible, please don't feel disheartened if I haven't answered yours.

If you have other prompt (/kinks) requests or a certain trope that you'd like (for any genre) which is not mentioned in the list above – feel free to send it in lovely <3

I will try to post atleast two requests a day (if not more) till the event closes!

If you'd like to be tagged in the event, please comment under this post ^^

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historianthesecond · 10 months

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Hi, May I please request an oneshot of Nikolai Lantsov going all soft when he holds his and the female reader's newborn child for the first time, please?? Thank you so much!! 💕

Hello! I'm sorry this one took so long ;---; let's imagine I finished this one on Father's Day shall we

Also thanks to you for this idea Anon <33 it's just so cute! I just love to put babies with my blorbos in situations, and honestly, Nikolai is no exception 🙈🙈

The Little World

Nikolai Lantsov x Fem! Reader-------1.6K---SFW

Tags: Established Relationship| Mentions of childbirth and pregnancy but not in detail| Domestic Fluff|

At some point between your screams echoing in the chambers among a myriad of encouragements, Nikolai heard the sharp first cry of a baby.

His baby.

The one he'd been longing for so many years, waiting and wishing for you to enter his office one day with the physician's note that would confirm your pregnancy. The same note which drove the court out of their pressures of bringing a mistress to the palace in case the Queen could never bear his child.

Feeling as if someone was tugging at his heart to make it burst out his chest—and perhaps the tiny human was doing it after all—Nikolai peeked toward the feet of the bed where nurses, physicians, and Healers swarmed around the small being, quickly wrapped in the softest fabric he was able to find, a deep olive green with some decors in gold thread.

"It's a healthy boy, Your Majesty," he heard someone say, stuffing the baby's head with a knitted hat.

Nikolai looked down at his Queen, your pants moving some locks of hair sticky with sweat over your brow. He leaned closer, settling a reassuring kiss atop your hair, your hand still on his even though your unrelenting grip had made his fingers start to numb out a couple of hours ago.

"Did you hear that? A son! A healthy and adorable son," he whispered happily, a smile curving his lips. "You've done wonderfully, my love. Our son looks just as beautiful as you."

You smiled, observing the wriggling bundle lying on your chest. "Do you mean I look all wrinkly and flushed too?" you muttered, shaky fingers outlining the round cheeks of your baby.

"Only a little," he answered with a chuckle, his body half-sitting on the bed as he watched his son with tearful eyes, his hands made fists next to his thighs.

His mind was still processing that this baby was the one he told so many stories about ever since he got the notice about his upcoming fatherhood, the one he would kiss every morning and every night.

The one he both was desperate to see and yet, terrified. It had filled Nikolai with doubt and fear that kept him up at night as your third trimester passed by. The one about repeating his childhood story all over again, with this innocent creature. That he would become like his parents.

"Do you want to carry him?" you asked, your soft voice breaking him out of his rummaging.

Nikolai shook his head slightly, stopping as he looked at his son stirring slightly, as if he felt his rejection too, trying to call his attention. Your hand cupped his little body as you shushed at him. "I… I don't want to carry him wrong and hurt him. I think he's more comfortable on your chest, my sweet."

You tried to meet his gaze without success. "I think he would like to hear your heartbeat up close," you whispered to him, your free hand patting his. "He must miss it from when you curled up against my belly to sing him." Even when he wasn't seeing your smile, you hoped your words could express your trust just as clearly. "You could never hurt your child, Nikolai. Look at me."

Your hand tugged his shirt, the first one you'd seen so unkept from all the fumbling around he did during your labor; walking around the room with you, carrying you over to the bed when your water broke during the morning meeting, keeping the court away despite the centuries-old protocols that obliged them to see the moment of his child's entrance to the world.

With his shoulders sagging, he looked exhausted. Not a very common sight of the King, not even with you, as he always tried to keep you motivated and happy until he snapped under the pressure.

He couldn't hold your gaze for long, but it was something.

"You'll be a very good father. And I know it because you'd been one ever since we knew this little one will be coming into our lives. Do you believe me?"

Nikolai nodded, smiling between his gaze blurred with tears. "Of course, I believe you. You're a wise Queen and an even wiser mother." He kissed the top of your hair, your smell reassuring him. "Thank you, my love. I should be the one cheering you up after this and look at me. I suppose some things never change." He slid closer to you, sitting along the bed, his back against the headrest, rubbing his palms together as if he were about to start another flying ship prototype.

"Is he as light as he looks?" he muttered, his pinky slowly brushing his baby's face, marveling at the softest texture of his round and tiny cheek.

You giggled. "Quite the contrary."

Nikolai slid his hand over the baby's back, careful with his head as he picked him up against his arms. He was so warm and delicate, a sweet aroma washing over them as he kissed his baby's head.

"Hello, my son. I'm your daddy," he whispered, looking at the stray tufts of blonde hair that had started slipping off the hat. "Do you remember me? I promise I will continue to tell you stories and sing you songs from your crib. I love you so much, and I always will."

Contrary to what Nikolai imagined, his child remained calm in his embrace without the need for your gentle shushing. The King didn't want to tear his look away from such a beautiful sight; sweeping over to his closed eyes, the slightly pouted lips, the little nose he wanted to poke so badly just as he did with you. He just couldn't believe that such an adorable creature was his child, part of his blood, and an unbreakable bond with the love of his life.

"He's so small," he whispered, rocking him softly as the midwives had taught him to do. "I can't believe he's ours." His voice was hoarse, a knot in his throat as he gazed down at the bundle of bliss he was holding. "Thank you, my love. He is the most wonderful gift I could've ever asked for."

He felt your hand resting against his thigh, the mattress dipping as you moved slightly closer. "I wish you could see your face right now," you said, your own voice broke with emotion. "You look so happy."

"I don't think happy can describe how I feel right now, my love." He asked himself if this was what people seeking miracles from the Saints would feel at seeing their prayers fulfilled; with their hearts filled and their souls lighter. Even when the dark part of him still muttered that he didn't deserve to feel this way, Nikolai hugged his child closer, thinking that he was a new puzzle piece of his that would never be ripped apart from him.

"My beautiful boy. I will forever protect you and your mother." He leaned down to kiss his child's forehead again, staying there for a moment to hear his breath. "You two are my life."

Just like your breathing soothed him when he was haunted by his nightmares, the steady sound of his child's breath warmed him from the inside. The promise that he wasn't alone anymore, that he will never be.

Nikolai looked at you, the nurses already finished cleaning you up with damp towels. "I'm so proud of what you've given me, my love. Thank you. I shall start showing you in gifts, though I'm afraid I would never be able to pay you back."

You smiled, your eyes half-closed with the exhaustion of the labor piling up now that your child was in the safest place he could be: in his father's arms. "Perhaps not, but I think your love should do."

"What a humble queen I have." He said with a chuckle, one of his hands brushing along your cheek. "You should rest now."

His child was sound asleep too, used to hearing his father talk, the rumble of his chest, and the lull of his steady heartbeat reminiscing of when he was still inside his mother.

"Are you going to present him to the court now?" you said, trying to conceal a yawn with your hand. "They'd been waiting all day."

Nikolai held the baby close, carefully laying next to you on the bed with the baby atop his chest. "And I'll be waiting to see him for months, so I'll be keeping him to myself a little longer. I don't want the courtiers to besiege us asking if they can carry him."

"Hmmm…" you said, already half-asleep. "Very jealous."

He nudged you playfully, one of his hands tugging the bedsheet over your body. "Only for you two."

You didn't answer, your breath growing profound and slower, a familiar rhythm that echoed in the silent bedroom when he returned too late from so many duties to fulfill.

Nikolai was tired too, but part of him didn't wish to fall asleep, still not satisfied with the view of his perfect family conjured from his deepest dreams. It wasn't like the beginning of your marriage when he used to wake up thinking you were just a fantasy, he just wanted to take in the sight of his baby and decipher everything about him, about being a father.

You had told him that it was normal to commit mistakes, that it was normal not to be a perfect parent all the time, including him. That your baby and you will always love him because he always amended his missteps.

Nikolai gazed over his baby, his eyelids heavy. He felt the comforting warmth of your body next to him, the soothing weight of his child above his heart. Calmed, he closed his eyes to recover some energy until the baby stirred awake.

Everything was as it was supposed to be, with his entire world tucked in bed with him, safe and happy.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai lanstov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lanstov x you #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone x you #nikolai lantsov imagine

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comradekatara · 3 months

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sry if u already answered this, but like thoughts on gaang + the girls trying weed for the first time + how they would do it 🙈

the first time suki tries weed she is ten years old. a bunch of the older girls are getting high together, and when none of them are looking she steals their bong. they find her on the bathroom floor hacking up a lung. but once she finally stops coughing she’s like woah this rules…

you may be wondering why i’m listing suki first when i don’t usually do that for these kinds of posts, but since suki is of course the one who introduces every other member of the gaang to weed, it feels only appropriate.

suki gets high with sokka like a week into the start of their relationship. sokka is pretty disappointed tbh. he thought maybe weed would solve all his problems and unlock the secrets to the universe, but in actuality it just made his head hurt. alas

suki then tries to get high with zuko, who flat out refuses. he doesn't like suki, and he's afraid that she can tell (she can) and is in fact trying to poison him. so sokka has to suffer the intolerable Weed Headache all over again so that he can get high with zuko, because he wouldn't feel safe otherwise. "why doesn't he just not get zuko high in the first place?" you may be asking. well it's because suki begged sokka to get zuko high upon her insistence that it would be really funny. and it is.

katara also wants to try weed but suki is like "not until you're older" (she may sound like a massive hypocrite here, but she knows that sokka would kill her if he ever found out that she gave DRUGS to his BABY SISTER!!!!) and even when katara is like "but you're barely older than i am and you've clearly been doing this forever???" suki refuses to budge. eventually, after one million years, katara finally gets to try a hit from suki's special stash, and she's like "yeah, wow, this is good weed. wayyy better than iroh's tbh." to which sokka and suki are both like "excuse me WHAT???!?!?!?!?!"

aang wants in on suki hotboxing the bathroom and is just like "why does it smell like gyatso in here?" to which suki's like "your mentor, the air nomad legend, monk gyatso, was a pothead?" and aang's like "well i don't know about that, but your room smells exactly like the stuff he'd give us to calm us down whenever we got too hyper." at which point suki just shrugs and passes her joint.

iroh is actually the first person to give toph weed. like with that unpleasant katara revelation, suki feels immensely betrayed. so does sokka, for some reason, even though he doesn't even smoke weed. toph thinks it's just fine tbh, but then she discovers that getting azula high is actually the funniest thing ever, and she starts smoking way more, specifically with azula.

azula and toph get high together pretty frequently. sometimes (whenever he catches wind that this is happening) sokka joins them just to chaperone (he's scared of all the damage they might cause with any sort of common sense filter turned all the way off) and also to witness it (it's truly a sight to behold). they mostly just bitch about their terrible families, but their insults are really funny, and they make each other crack up. they have fun together.

suki is really proud of the fact that she's the first person to ever give mai weed. she's like, "wait..... did iroh never...." and mai's just like, "you really think i'd let that old creep push drugs around me?" weed does for mai exactly what sokka had hoped it would. for once in her life she's not hyper vigilant while also being bored out of her mind, but actually kind of chill and happy. sokka is so fucking jealous.

ty lee refuses to try weed, or any kind of mind-altering substances whatsoever. she won't even drink a single glass of wine at dinner. she's convinced that the moment she lets her guard down someone will finally find one of her weaknesses (a real one, not just the ones she advertises on purpose to deflect from her true vulnerabilities) and exploit it. suki, on the other hand, doesn't understand how someone so hot and cool could also be so straightedge. she's constantly trying to get mai to convince ty lee to try weed, but mai is just like, "sorry but this is just how she is, there's no changing her." eventually, years down the line, ty lee is finally sufficiently worn down and agrees to try weed once with suki and mai, but that they must first shut all the doors and close the blinds and promise to never let her out of their sight. it goes...fine? she's never tempted to try it again, but at least now she knows, and that's that.

bonus: no one knows this, but it wasn't actually gyatso who gave aang his first joint. it was bumi.

#la-jura #asks #the gaang and #suki #im pretty sure i have actually talked about this before tbh #multiple times in fact #but whatever. always a good topic to revisit #also fyi. jet was probably PLANNING on giving katara weed but never got around to it #alas

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struckd0wn · 3 months

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HIHI UHMMM would you be willing to do an nsfw havik mk1 // ftm reader fic ?? :33 YOU CAN DO WHATEVER WITH IT REALLY UHM..

preferably bottom reader // him being possessive would be kewl THANK YOUU

All Mine ── Dairou "Havik"

➭ Havik × ftm reader

CW: cunt and pussy used, some bleeding, possessiveness

A/N: I'm doing post melted face Havik lol. Idk, I just think it's kinds hot... 🙈. Tried to fill in the backstory as to why he was being so possessive and might not be exactly lore accurate but I tried my best lol. Technically an AU???? Idk really (havik trying to turn Orderrealm into chaosrealm ig). Hope you like ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

Havik has tooken you back to his home in Seido, where he leads a rebellion against the overbearing government of Orderrealm. His regime has taken over a township of Seido where they plan their crusade. The town has no rules, no laws, just totally freedom which they don't get from their home originally. Havik, although an anarchist leads them (until a revolution), so he doesn't suspect their behavior when he brings you around.

It's your first time being showed around the place, Dairou allows you to explore freely, following close behind you. You're surprised to see the condition most of the townsfolk are in. Beaten up and scarred, bloodied and bruised. Your lover had already explained to you how there is really no law here, he just leads them to eventually overtake Seido. So everyone is pretty battered from fights and other things, sorta like a way to relieve stress after being under such strict rule.

But just as you gawk at them they gawk at you. You're pristine, not one bruise on you. Well.. Maybe a couple from Dairou but nothing too serious. You look different too, I mean you're still human clearly, but it doesn't take them long to figure out you're from earthrealm. The way you dress and talk really says it all.

Havik watches angry as his followers flawk around you curiously, checking out the shiny new toy from earth, and you are painfully unaware. He fights the urge to kill the man that gently places his hand on your lower back. "What's someone like you doing here," The man asking, flashing a grin that's missing a few teeth. "Looks like you need to be roughed up." He's teasing you, Dairou almost steps in but doesn't when you politely refuse, telling him you're actually here with your lover. The man turns to see Havik following close behind, glaring angrily at the man.

The whole day goes like this, people coming up to greet you, for good and bad. Some genuinely curious and other with darker thoughts in mind, thinking how fun it might be to corrupt a mere earthrealmer. So by the time the two of you get home Havik is seething. You barley make it through the huts opening before he's pulling you twords his bed. You laugh playfully, asking why he was so eager. Dairou doesn't answer, sliding his hands under your shirt, rubbing your sides with his calloused hands.

You try to ask him what's wrong but he's already pushed you onto his bed, his hands continue to roam underneath your top. He licks the side of your neck, relishing in he way you moan when he rubs you hardened nipples. He's frustrated with his lack of lips, wishing he could litter you with hickeys all over where people can see, maybe that way they'd know who you belong too. He chuckles lowly, knowing exactly what to do now.

"Forgive me, my love." Dairou purrs, and just as you're about to ask what for he bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder. It's enough to make you bleed and he laps it all up, moaning at the taste. You whimper slightly, the pressure of his tongue on your freshly injured skin makes you hiss. "Maybe now people won't want to play with what's mine." He mumbles, pushing his teeth against your neck to imitate a kiss.

Dairou pulls your shirt off of you, his thumbs brush at the scars just below your nipples, admiring them like always. He happy to know he's not the only one with scars. Havik licks them passionately, making you moan as his tongue teasingly flick over your nipple. His fingers hook around your waistband, pulling down both your pants and underwear slowly, causing you to shiver as the cold air makes contact with your needy t-dick. "I was bothered all day, they all couldn't keep their hands off of you." You lover rants, licking a long strip from your bellybutton down to you needy hole. You try to tell him that it was nothing and that you're sure they were just being nice but he cuts you off when he pushes his face into your dripping cunt.

A moan it ripped from you as his proceeds to fuck you on his tongue. Your hands tangle through his hair, pulling him impossible closer. Havik groans lowly, the vibration of it makes your eyes roll back. He's especially good with his tongue, he's learned to please you without his lips, and god did he learn well. Just as your hips begin to rock against his face he pulls away, laughing softly as you pathetically whine for more. "Don't worry, I'll have you screaming just from my cock in a second," he teases, standing to pull down his pants, your watch as his hard cock springs up, the tip beaded with precum. "That way everyone can hear how good I make you feel." You scoff, watching as Dairou positions himself between your legs. He'll make sure you'll regret that.

Havik bottoms out instantly, sighing at the feeling of you velvet walls, smirking as you groan and grip the sheets. His pace is awfully slow, but each thrust it hard and knocks the air out of your lungs. He lifts your legs over his shoulders before leaning down into you, your legs pressed against your chest as he pounds into your wetness. Your greedy cunt squeezes around his dick, covering it with your arousal. You beg him to go faster and of course he obliges, speeding up at you request. He watches your every expression, proud of himself when he hears you moan. You try to express your need to keep it down, seeing as it's not like a house on earthrealm with walls no one would really hear you through, instead in a large hut stationed in the epicenter of the town. Dairou can care less, and if anyone had something to say about it he'd kill them himself.

He presses his teeth against your sweating forehead, humming softly as you beg for release, and he let's you, your legs shaking as you moan. "Mm, you feel so good. Look at how you suck me in even after all that," He pulls away, letting your legs fall to rest around his waist. Havik still fucks you, ignoring you overstimulated whining. "You keep whining but look, your body yearns for me. It's ok, I'll help you feel better." You face burns hot at his words, watching him lick his teeth, like he's about to devour you. You've failed horribly at trying to keep quiet and that only encourages your lover to keep going.

Dairou's hands never leave you body, squeezing your thighs between his large hand, resting the other on your stomach where he can feel himself inside of you. He wishes you could see yourself through his eyes, your a complete mess underneath him. The sight of you wrapped snuggly around his cock brings him to his end. He cums inside of you, pulling out to pump the rest out onto your stomach. His eyes are shut, jaw clenching as he moans for you. Just as you're about to doze off he pushed his length into you again, fucking his seed deep inside of you.

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You swear it's been hours at this point, and Dairou is relentless. He's made you cum at least 5 times and he's only on his second. With each orgasm the more loud you become, the more sensitive you feel under his muscular body. "Just one more, can't you do that for me?" He asks sweetly, as if he's not gonna make it happen anyway. You nod you head, not even sure if you fully comprehend what he said, your brain effectively turned to mush.

Your boyfriends thumb rubs at you throbbing cock, your back arching off of the mattress. You cry desperately as he fucks you, screaming his name as it all becomes just to much. His breathing is heavy, jaw hung open as he takes in as much air as he can. Havik moans as he feels your abused pussy spasm around his cock, a mix of his and your own cum make a mess of your thighs and his lower abdomen. "Yeah, good boy, just like that, cum on my cock. Your perfect, perfect for me. " His head falls back, large hands gripping the fat of your hips as he finishes for a third time, praise pouring out of his mouth.

You whine softly, watching as he pulls himself away from you. Your cunt clenches around nothing, dripping with his hot cum. Dairou rolls over onto his side, pulling you into his chest with big arms. You can feel the bite marks of your neck beginning to bruise over, hissing when he pseudo-kisses it. After a little while, once you've come too, you tease him about it. He scoffs, "There's nothing wrong with making sure people know what's mine." but you're positive all of Seido knows now.

He urges you to sleep, promising to carry you around all of tomorrow because he knows you won't be able to walk, at least not well. You fall asleep happily to the thought of your anarchists, anti-government, big and scary boyfriend at your aid for a whole day.

A/n: ok that's all :P, I also promised I'd right more BUT I'M SUCH A LIAR SORRY, trying to do my request now because it literally just saw them idk why I hadn't noticed so sorry if this is late :/

#ftm reader #trans reader #transmasc reader #havik x reader #sub male reader #smut #havik smut #mk1 smut

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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an enhypen reaction to seeing a fanboy on a fan signing event 🙈🙈

(i really want sunghoon to fluster the fanboy idk why)

⋆｡°✩ enhypen meeting a fanboy

includes: tried my best to not make these all the same, blushy enha, reader is younger than heeseung, niki breaking the rules skdsls, got huge amounts of inspo from this post

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

male reader (he/him pronouns)

requests open !! read my rules first

⋆｡°✩ heeseung

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heeseung smiles as you nervously approach, sliding over from the seat in front of jungwon to him. “hello,” he smiles.

“hi.” your voice is shakier than usual - evidence of your nerves. you slide your album over for him to sign before you forget.

“who’s your bias?” heeseung asks, glancing up at you momentarily before quickly finishing his autograph.

“well… you are, hyung.”

“yeah?” he smirks as he slides your album back to you, just barely leaning to be a little closer to you. “good. what’s your favorite song?”

“your cover, off my face,” heeseung’s smirk only grows as you continue rambling. “your vocals are incredible! your english is really good and you looked handsome in the video and-”

“you think i’m handsome?” he cuts you off with a small smile. you feel yourself growing increasingly flustered under his gentle stare.

heeseung cocks his head at you as if impatiently expecting an answer. “...yes. i think you’re handsome.”

“i think you’re handsome too.” the words come out easily but they make you freeze in place. your hands feel shaky as he reaches over, gently tracing his thumb against the back of your palm. it feels far too intimate to be between an idol and his fan, but you accept the affection anyways.

disappointment crashes through you immediately when the timer goes off to announce the end of your time with him. heeseung senses it, squeezing your hand quickly before you pull away. “it was nice to see you,” you smile.

“i hope to see you again.”

“me too.”

⋆｡°✩ jay

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jay cocks his head at you, nearly giving you a once-over as soon as you move to sit in front of him. he leans in a little closer to hear your voice over the bustle of the crowd, unwilling to miss out on a rare interaction with a male fan. “hi jay.”

“hello,” he smiles. “what’s your name?”

“y/n.”

jay hums, sliding your album back over to you. you hold it in your hands to mask the slight shake in them, still nervous to be sitting in front of your idols. “pretty name for a pretty boy.”

“thank you,” you look down in a poor attempt to hide how flustered such a simple compliment made you. jay simply chuckles, leaning down to see your face more clearly. you force yourself to look up at him again, not wanting to waste any more of your time with him. “i saw your collab with yuuri.”

“yeah?” he smiles. “do you like it?”

“of course!” jay’s smile only grows when you shrink back, a little flustered by the sudden outburst. “your vocals are amazing. your japanese is great and the song is incredible. i love it.”

“i’m glad you like it,” he chuckles. “it’s always a good day when i get to impress a cute boy.”

⋆｡°✩ jake

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“hello!” jake’s face lights up as soon as you approach. he reaches over to grab your hand into his as he takes your album. “how has your day been? not too much waiting, i hope.”

“it was worth it,” you smile. and it’s true. the agonizing hours of waiting in line after line and following after what seems like endless hoards of people that only serve to heighten your nerves though it all seems to disappear as soon as you’re sitting in front of jake.

“yeah?” he glances back down at your newly-signed album before he looks back up at you. his eyes nearly sparkle when they meet yours. “i’m glad.”

“i got you something,” you push your nerves down as you hold the box up, holding it out to him. it’s a lego set - a cherry bonsai tree.

“no way!” jake gasps, flipping the set in his hands. your smile grows as he turns back to you with wide eyes. “i don’t have this one! thank you!”

“i was hoping it was a new set for you.”

“it’s perfect,” jake turns around to his manager, handing it off to her to keep. she pats his shoulder, nodding at you in approval before setting the gift aside. “the perfect gift from the perfect boy.”

“i think the perfect boy is you.” you chuckle at the way jake’s face flushes ever so slightly before the timer goes off, announcing the end of your time with him.

“i hope i see you again,” he smiles.

“me too.”

⋆｡°✩ sunghoon

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your hands feel clammy as you tug the sleeves of your sweater further around your hands and grip your album tighter. though lightweight it feels nice in your hands - a reminder that this is real. this is happening. you’re finally going to meet your idols.

your anxiety continues to build until you finally come to a stop in front of the man you’ve been waiting to meet for years. park sunghoon.

he smiles, slightly exposing his fang-like teeth. you shakily slide the album over for him to sign. “hello,” he bows.

“hi,” you reciprocate the action quickly, too focused on the man in front of you to worry about formalities.

“you’re cute.” the words roll off of sunghoon’s tongue easily as he looks down to quickly sign your album. you’re sure he knows how flustered you are when he looks back up at you with a small smirk. “nervous?”

“a little.”

sunghoon reaches over, taking your hand into his. “don’t be.” time feels like it speeds up when you’re simply staring into his dark eyes. they pull you in, almost daring you to come closer. the timer going off is a painful reminder of where you are - a fan, standing in front of his idol. sunghoon squeezes your hand before you pull away, winking at you. “come back soon.”

you poorly attempt to hide your flushed face behind your hand before you move over to heeseung. “i will.”

⋆｡°✩ sunoo

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“hi,” sunoo smiles brightly at you as you move over to sit in front of him. the stifling heat and the hours of waiting and the sweat causing your clothes to stick to your skin is somehow all worth it when his eyes crinkle into half crescents. sensing your slight discomfort, he reaches over to turn the small fan towards you. it’s not much; only a small breeze you can barely feel, but the thought is greatly appreciated. “what’s your name?”

“y/n.” your voice shakes a little as sunoo takes the album, quickly scribbling his autograph down. he’s done it a million times but you still find yourself entranced by how effortless the motion looks.

“you’re very handsome y/n,” he smiles. “i’m a little jealous.”

“ah, don’t be,” you bring a hand up to cover your face. “you’re very handsome too.”

sunoo smiles as he cocks his head at you. “you think i’m handsome?”

“i…” the word trails off as you force yourself to look up at him. his smile grows as you become increasingly flustered by his subtle teasing. “i do.”

“well, if it’s coming from someone like you, then the compliment must be true.” he reaches over to grab your hand, intertwining your fingers together. “i’m glad you came today.”

your smile grows. “i am too.”

⋆｡°✩ jungwon

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“hi,” jungwon greets you with a bright smile and a small wave. “how are you?”

“excited, a little nervous,” you sigh. “mostly excited.”

“good.” you push your album over to him for him to sign before he hands it back to you. you nervously look away when your hands brush against each other; his touch alone heightening every nerve in your body. “what’s your name?”

“y/n.”

“y/n,” he repeats the name like it’s precious - like something to be protected. “i like it.”

you smile as jungwon reaches over to grab your hand. you look up at him, flustered by the sudden touch. he’s gentle as he intertwines your fingers together, holding your hands up. it almost feels like he’s bragging; i get to spend time with him and you don’t.

“thank you.” his smile grows, exposing his dimples. “your dimples are cute.”

his face flushes slightly as he laughs, looking away from you for a second. your smile grows as you lean in a little closer to see him more clearly. his ears are a light shade of red and a dusting of pink slowly spreads across his cheeks. you stifle a laugh of your own at how easy it is to fluster him.

the timer going off startles you out of your slight trance. jungwon squeezes your hand one last time before you pull away, clutching your album to your chest as you stand up. “it was nice to see you.”

“it was nice to see you too,” he smiles.

⋆｡°✩ niki

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you can nearly feel niki’s eyes watching you during your short conversations with sunoo and jake. you do your best to ignore how flustered it makes you as you slide over to sit in front of him, taking a breath in an attempt to calm yourself down. niki smiles at you as you silently push your album over for him to sign.

“your eyes are very pretty,” he murmurs when he sends it back. you blink in surprise as niki’s smile grows at how obviously flustered you are.

“thank you,” you nearly stutter through the words, staring down at your hands to avoid embarrassing yourself even more.

“don’t hide away,” niki reaches over, gently tilting your chin up so you’re looking into his eyes once again. “let me see your handsome face.”

“sorry,” you whisper. “just nervous.”

niki smirks, teasingly raising his eyebrows. “i make you nervous?”

you sigh as you relent, nodding. “you make me nervous.”

he laughs as he reaches over to gently squeeze your hand. “you’re cute when you’re nervous.” you slowly grow resentful as the timer blares once again, forcibly cutting your time with niki short. he gives you a small smile before you let go of his hand. “can i see you again?”

“i’d like that.”

niki takes the pen out, grabbing your hand and discretely writing a string of numbers along your palm. “don’t tell anyone,” he whispers. you nod, tugging the edge of your shirt over the writing.

“i’ll text you.”

“i’m looking forward to it.”

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neversetyoufree · 7 days

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I started vnc way back when there was only one volume, stopped, and only restarted it last week 🙈 since then, I have reread it twice and will again, once I'm done with exams, as it has turned me insane. And since no one I know reads it, I just wanted to ask what your thoughts are on my theory that the reason not 'didn't reach out to vanitas' thus leading to his death is because of Ruthven compulsion on him? Cuzco after the 'ill never set you free'thing, I just can't see noel not reaching out tonight purpose. Your blog is a joy to read through, and I love your meta!

Hello!! Thank you so much! It's always great to see another person having fun with my favorite manga :D.

My thoughts on Vanitas's eventual death are. complicated. If we keep going down the path we're on now, I honestly suspect Vanitas's death is going to be more assisted suicide than murder. IE, Vanitas asks for Noé to kill him because it's preferable to the alternative.

Per Ruthven's compulsion, I definitely think it's going to come up, and I do like the idea of Ruthven trying to force Noé to hurt or kill Vanitas, but I don't think it's going to be how Vanitas dies. In a way, I think that would feel somewhat cheap.

Noé killing Vanitas because of his oath to Ruthven would make sense on a plot level. It's a nice, logical explanation for why Noé would kill someone he so clearly adores. I can see why it's a lot of people's theory! However, that explanation wouldn't really deliver on an emotional level. It's just not interesting for Noé's characterization.

For one thing, making Noé kill Vanitas when he's not in control of himself would strip away all of Noé's agency. With VnC's opening chapter, Mochijun sets us up so that the entire time we're reading, we're asking ourselves "but why will Noé kill him?" It's a big source of intrigue and suspense. And to me, finally resolving that suspense with "It's not his fault! He was artificially forced to!" feels like a major letdown. It adds nothing to Noé's character. It's answering that all-important "why" with "There is no reason why. He didn't actually want to." I think that would be a cop-out.

Through that denial of agency, I think this ending would also risk losing out on a lot of potential character development for Noé. The core of Noé and Louis's tragedy is that Noé desperately wanted to save Louis, but the only kind of salvation Louis wanted from him was death, and Noé couldn't give him that.

Now Noé has another person close to him that is also seeking salvation through death. If Noé kills Vanitas, but he's not in control of himself when he does, that misses out on a big opportunity. Has Noé come to understand salvation through death? Has his worldview changed since Louis made that request of him? Does he have it in him to kill a loved one if that's what they ask? If Vanitas's death is forced by Ruthven, then we're much less likely to get answers to those questions.

Personally, my favorite hope/theory for how Ruthven's order will play out is the idea that Ruthven will order Noé to hurt/stop/kill Vanitas, but Vanitas will manage to snap Noé out of it in the same way Noé broke Vanitas's self-hypnosis in the amusement park. There's nothing I love more than a gay little parallel.

I can see a scenario where Ruthven's oath is what pushes Vanitas close to death? Maybe Noé will be ordered to try to kill Vanitas, and that will set off whatever horrible chain of events pushes Vanitas to ask for death that final time. But even if Ruthven does order Noé to hurt Vanitas (which is a big if), I don't think it will be what causes the killing blow.

#I think I remember posting some of these thoughts before years ago #but I'm having trouble finding any relevant posts. so here's this instead.#anyway I always feel a little bad when people send me their theories and I end up arguing against them #thank you for the ask genuinely!#it's an interesting theory and I do see why people like it. even if I don't want it to happen for the listed reasons #vnc #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #ask #anon #theory #the vanoé agenda #<<this isn't a ship post but that's my tag for everything about their relationship lol

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Ella gets her first period while Y/N is out of town but, thankfully, Loki is gender-fluid & knows just how to handle his daughter’s first period. He does so with such love & care & respect like the true boss of a dad he is. 💖

Female Nature

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki & Ella

Summary: Ella gets her first period, while her mom is out on a shopping trip and therefore not available. Luckily, her dad is.

Warnings: talks about period things, fluff, mentions of gender swapping, Loki being the best dad ever

Word Count: 1,5k

a/n: Sorry for not posting this yesterday as promised. I felt a bit shitty, but today is a brand new day and I feel better! ☺️

That was very interesting to write, I have to say. Thanks @aagn360 for challenging me with this! ☺️ I hope it's okay how I build in the gender-fluid part. 🙈 I never wrote something like this before, so please go easy on me. 🙈

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @fictive-sl0th @aagn360 @mostclevermiss @linaax @peaches1958 @simping-for-marvel @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @loki-laufeyson-1054 @multifandom-worlds

Masterlist °☆• Baby Fever Masterlist

It was a quiet day in the Avengers compound today. Rain clattered against the window panes and the sky was grey and dark. Loki had made himself comfortable on the sofa, with a thin, green blanket wrapped around his legs and, of course, a book in his hands. There was no mission waiting for the God, so what else to do on such a day than read a book?

Loki was completely sunken into the story of the book - until some quite loud noises ripped him out of the world he had dived into. Quick footsteps, shuffling, the slam of a door. "Ella?" The God called out his daughter's name, but received no answer. Frowning, he put the book aside, swept the blanket off his body and got up. He made his way from the living room down the hallway and to her room; gently knocking on the door. "Ella?" Again, no answer. He knocked again. Nothing. Slowly, he pressed down the door handle and opened the door, "Princess?" and peeked inside. The room was empty. Frowning even more, Loki backed up and closed the door again. That was the moment, where he heard some quiet noises again - and they were clearly coming from the bathroom. So, without hesitation, the God turned around and walked over to the bathroom. The door was closed shut, so Loki knocked. "Ella?" This time, he got a response, but a shaky and unsteady one. "Y-Yeah?" Loki knew immediately that something was wrong. His fatherly instincts kicking in; with two kids sharpened to the brim. "Everything alright?" "Uh, y-yes, n-no, I, uh..." The teenager stammered out, not knowing what to say to her father - who was frowning even more, if that was even physically possible... "Mom... I need mom. C-Can you get her for me, p-please?" She needed her mother? "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but mom went out on a small shopping trip with Narfi, Jane and your cousin, since it's such a rainy day today. I thought mom told you?" A loud sigh, accompanied by some incoherent words could be heard from the other side of the door. "Yes, she did, but, I-I forgot about it..." Loki could swear that Ella was fighting the tears, according to the sound of her voice, which caused his heart to ache. No father wanted to see or hear his child cry... Never. No matter how old.

"I know you want your mother, but... Maybe I can help you as well? What is it, princess?" "N-No, no, I... Mom is the only one who can help me. I-I just wait here for her." As much as Loki wanted to accept this, he couldn't. He couldn't just leave his daughter like that, could he? "Are you sure about that?" "Yes. S-Sorry, dad, but that's a, uh, women thing..." Once more, the God was frowning. A women th- Ohhh... Suddenly the scales fell from his eyes. Now he knew what Ella's 'problem' was. Or well... He assumed it.

The God stayed quiet for quite a few moments, considering what he should do now. Should he stay? Or walk away? Loki decided for the latter in the end. Quietly, he leaned against the door frame, resting his head on the closed bathroom door. "Is this the first time?" He asked with a gentle voice. For a moment, there was nothing. No response. Not even a peep. But then... "W-What?" Ella's voice urged to his ears, audibly surprised. "Are you having your period for the first time, princess?" Loki wasn't neither afraid, nor ashamed to talk about this topic. In fact, it was actually very important and an absolute natural thing. After meeting and falling in love with you, it became more important to him. "I-I, uh, I..." The God could tell from the sound of his daughter's voice, that she was slightly embarrassed about this, now that he had figured out what the problem was. "You don't have to be embarrassed about this, Ella. It's a natural thing. A part of being a woman. I don't judge you or think it's disgusting. It's not." Loki paused for a short moment, before he continued to speak. "I can help you, if you let me. I know where mom keeps the pads and tampons." Another few seconds ticked by, until he received an answer. "O-Okay... Can you, uh, can you get me something?" Loki smiled to himself, glad that Ella decided to trust him in this. "Of course. Give me a minute, I'll be right back." With those words, Loki went straight to the little sideboard in his and your bedroom; opening the drawer in which he knew you kept your hygiene products. He grabbed different pads and tampons, and made his way back to the bathroom. "Alright, I got it." "Okay." Ella's voice was quiet, still fighting with being not embarrassed about the situation she found herself in. "Is the door locked, Ella?" Loki asked his daughter gently. "Uh, n-no, but..." "I'm not going to come in, I promise. I'm just handing you over the things you need." He tried to give her a better feeling, respecting her privacy. "O-Okay." "Okay." Loki opened the door slowly, but just ajar. Wide enough, that his arm was able to fit through. "There you go." He felt Ella's hands taking the pads and tampons from his hand. "Thanks, dad." Loki closes the door with a smile, happy that she accepted his help. "Of course, princess. No problem at all." With that taken care of, he decided to leave Ella alone now, giving her some space and more privacy. "I'll be in the living room in case you need me." "O-Okay."

Ten minutes later - Loki was already back on the sofa, reading, he heard soft footsteps approaching. Looking up from the book, he saw Ella entering the room. "You okay?" She nodded, with cheeks slightly reddened, hut nevertheless smiling softy at her father. "Can I do something else for you? Do you want a cup of tea? Chocolate? A hot-water bottle?" "Uh, tea would be nice?" "Alright." Loki stood up again, laid his book aside for the second time, "Sit down." and went to the kitchen, in order to make Ella a big cup of peppermint tea. It was her favourite - and Loki knew that, of course.

"Your tea, my princess." Ella couldn't suppress the giggle, which threatened to leave her lips at Loki's gallant choice of words. Her father never failed to make her smile. Never. "Thanks." He gave her a smile as well, plopping on the sofa beside her, while she took a small sip. "Dad, how do you know so much about, uh, period things?" The teenager with pitch black raven curls asked, unable to hold back her curiosity. "From mom?" The God shook his head. "No, actually not. Well, I know some things from your mother, but..." He hesitated. Was he really going to tell this Ella? Was she ready to know it? Maybe this was the perfect opportunity... "But?" She asked; matching blue orbs looking into his. "Well..." Loki started, clearing his throat. "You may believe me or not, but... If I would want to, I could turn myself into a woman." Ella blinked. She had expected a lot, but not this. "Hold on, what? You can turn yourself into a woman? A real woman with, uh, you know?" He nodded. "Yes. I could swap my gender - if I wanted to." Ella's eyes widened. She was clearly surprised now. "Did you ever do it?" "Yes, once. Back when I was a teenager on Asgard. It's a long story, but basically Sif was the reason. After that, I never did it again." "Woah... Just... Woah... Dad... After all those years you still manage to surprise me. I thought I know everything about you… Wait, does mom know?" Loki chuckled, nodding. "She does, yes." "Do you plan on doing it again sometime?" Ella continued to drill her dad with questions - what was completely alright for the God. He didn't have any qualms answering them. "No. I feel more comfortable as a man – the way I was born. It was a one-time thing... And besides, I think your mom prefers for me to stay a man as well." Loki couldn't help but add this slightly ambiguous remark, causing Ella to scrunch her face. "Daaad!" She whined, shaking her head. "I don't wanna know that!" Loki just chuckled in amusement at his daughter's visible disgust, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Sorry, princess. I just couldn't help myself." Ella rolled her eyes, was well aware of her dad's mischievous nature, but nevertheless cuddled closer against his side.

A few silent moments passed. "Are you really okay? I know, I'm not your mother, but-" The teenager immediately shook her head. "You were amazing, dad. Thank you." "Of course. Anything for you."

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v-anrouge · 29 days

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Hello! 👋 I’m a lurker 🙈

I love Rook too obvi (I mean.. I’m here 🤣) and the other person trauma dumping was.. uh yeah. That was a lot… 😶

But they also said they were autistic, so maybe they just legit didn’t realize you were joking? Maybe they aren’t a follower? Idk. 🤷

Like I’m trying to give the benefit of the doubt because they seemed like one of those people wandering into the wrong classroom like “wait this.. isn’t my homeroom?”

Also you said you have Rook haters DNI interact on your card… but ima be honest. Please don’t hate me. I actually took a legit second to find your card in your pinned post because the text and the link is so smol. 😩 But also I’m blind and dumb sometimes so like don’t mind me too much…

But I DID find it!!! But then I couldn’t find where it said Rook haters DNI. I’m on mobile so maybe there’s a different section that it’s not letting me see??? Maybe THAT’S what happened to them too?

ANYWAY!! I may be a lurker and am just popping up for this so I’m going back down to lurking (aaaa social anxietyyyy) but I love your various posts. I honestly thought that post in question was really funny before all the drama started 😅

Rook going off on long tangents about his much-loved hyperfixations and having time blindness is so relatable help 😭😭😭

Hi nonnie first thank you for warning me about the problems w my carrd! I think ill just make a text and put the link there on pinned then in hopes it will make it easier to see. About the carrd itself i made it on mobile so you're seeing it correctly i just noticed though that a part of my dni is missing, i probaly deleted it accidentally last time i was fixing it so oops that's embarrassing 😭 but to answer they were a follower, they're no longer one because i softblocked and the reason i was so shocked was not because they don't hc rook as autistic since obv it's just a comfort hc i have as someone who also is autistic, but how they said rook was PURPOSELY ignoring social cues like😭😭 that part caught me SO off guard especially as someone who deeply relates to rook, ive had ppl do the same thing to me say that i was just purposely being weird despite knowing i had a difficult time telling what is and what isnt acceptable to say so i simply don't feel comfortable with them in my blog anymore, that trauma dump they had already made me a bit icky but i thought okay maybe they're just joking? because the post i made was clearly joking but clearly they were not (they said it themselves) and rook is one of my ultimate faves and i cant tolerate to see him get mischaracterized, especially not in such extreme manners so yeah they're not coming back but anyways thank you so much for warning me about the pinned thing ill fix it pls tell me if its better for you!

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bcacstuff · 11 months

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KE's friend Bennet Jordan commented on his post that Dashy isn't Sam's best friend so... They've seen each other while in NY

Sigh.. I actually was contemplating, do I post this or not... 🙄

I mean, I really don't want to turn my blog into some kind of 'samsplaining' in another way, decoding the 'bizarro' (thank you Anon for that word) of a blogger that turns each little breadcrumb into some kind of evidence explaining it her way....

First for the ones that don't go to this blog and have no idea what this is about. Bennet Jordan posted on IG a slide of pics with a dog, most likely Dashy, KE's dog. They were in NYC as well, as KE is working on a project with his fiancée Emily Chen. KE left a comment on his post, he answered and later on his answer was deleted

Anyway, I don't think they're 'back together', they never were actually together. At the most we have a suspicion KE was on that roadtrip last summer and perhaps in LV with S.

If that comment is about the Sam we know, and that's already a big if, but let's assume it was, then it's a bit odd to say Dashy isn't Sam's best friend and the 💀 ... now that doesn't look to me KE and S are in a loving relationship, now does it?

I also do not think they met up in NYC, even though they were there at the same time. We know S had quite a busy schedule, and we also know he went out for diner with friend Paul D (the chef). So the little spare time he had... well you can figure. And on top of that KE was working with Emily on a project.

But I took a little deeper look under the surface. I mean, the easiest thing to say is 'oh, look, they must have met... together...' 🙄

If you look a bit farther, and scroll his and his fiancées IG, you find out that curiously enough the couple did a roadtrip together last summer, they even announced their engagement during that trip. Oh... wait, who was doing a road trip last summer again....????

right.... and no the dog didn't like him much, he's hiding in plain sight behind the table, head down, tail down... 🙈 But the whole gear including hat and T-shirt from Jackson Hole Wyoming...

So let's check out timeline from last summer. His last pic in the UK was posted on July 23 with the bucket hat. The next pic shows him at Zion NP posted on August 1st. The cowboy pics were posted on August 11th, clearly latergram as he was already back in LA after 48 hours in LV, of which the JL concert on August 6. Anyway, you can check the timeline I referred to above.

Now what about Emily & Bennett. Now Emily posts this on the 20th on June (2022). The 'our' in her post is her and Bennett

Interesting roadtrip, especially some of the places... 🤔

KE leaves a comment on that post

Note, the date stamp is CEST = 9 hours ahead of PT. So her comment is on the same day as Emily's post.

Bennett also comments on that post, answering a friend who gave him a tip

Again interesting, last minute including Zion to Jackson Hole... 🤔 🤔

She and Bennett then post a video about custom hats they had made, and they announce their engagement in the next posts. KE leaves a comment on Emily's post about it. (Aug 2nd). Though the engagement actually took place a bit earlier, as Bennett already posts with the hat earlier on (July 16) with the hat. And that's also when they had the pics made for their engagement post. (the photographer leaving a telling comment).

Nevertheless Bennett posts a video of the start of their road trip and the truck they hired on 26 July

Anyway, later on he posts some more photo dumps of the trip. And, it's not waterproof evidence and all, but it's just quite the coincidence these people were on sort of the same road trip. Don't think they went the whole trip together (I do hope not for them, lol) but chances they met at some point or perhaps even travelled part of it together... well, it's an option. And to me, that could be where this comment about Dashy not being the best friend of Sam could come from... provided it was 'that' Sam he was talking about.

Anyway, as always. Not here to prove anything, and I value you readers as wise as you are. So all up to you to make up your mind about it, or just say... well, who cares, water under the bridge already for a long time 😉

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padfootastic · 1 year

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sirius @ james for this one: “what can i get you? do you need water? a hug? space?”

anon we have the same brain fr because i looked at this and had the same thought. (and so did others because i have 2 more asks w this exact premise)

i hope u like this! personally, it’s one of my favs 🙈

Sirius cut his way through the post-dinner throng of students as swiftly and efficiently as he could, resisting the urge to case a wide-area Blasting Charm to clear the route faster. His destination was the large gathering of students in the middle of the courtyard, jeering and chanting.

As he got closer, the voices floating from the centre of the circle became more distinct, making his face twist into a grimace.

“Think you’re so much better than us, don’t you, Potter?” An unfortunately familiar voice was taunting, though it sounded a bit funny, muffled. A part of Sirius knew, even before he pushed through the crowd, that it would just be Snape putting his nose somewhere it had no business being. Usually, it wouldn’t be such a big deal for Sirius who couldn’t care less about him if he was held at wand-point. But today, today he’d decided to go needle James.

Who was already in a terrible mood this week. It was a combination of everything—Effie and Flea’s declining health, the constant chatter in the castle, the pressure from the Quidditch Cup, Lily’s taunts, McGonagall’s nagging—all of it building and building and building until it reached a boiling point. Sirius had been waiting for him to blow this entire week; it’s only unfortunate that it happened the one day they’re in different classes, on opposite ends of the castle, and at the hands of Snape at that. Sirius had heard that something was going down in the courtyard, could only catch James’ name in between the gasps and giggles before promptly booking it out of there.

And sure enough, he got there just in time to see James send his fist into Snape’s jaw with a ridiculous ‘crack’ that Sirius can hear all the way to where he’s standing, making him wince slightly. Clearly, this isn’t his first, because there’s a stream of blood running down Snape’s nose, pooling over and around his mouth. There’s a scratch-bruise situation on one of his cheekbones that he’s guessing is from James’ Potter Ring.

James is…not entirely blemish free—there’s a wicked bruise blooming on his temple—but in comparison? He looks practically untouched.

It’s no wonder, though, because despite Snape’s mouthing off, it’s clearly an act, put upon for his own sake just as much as for others. Now that Sirius is right in front of them, he can see exactly how terrified the guy looks, though he’s made a valiant effort to hide it. One look at James and he immediately understood why.

James had Snape lifted up against the wall by his collar, teeth bared and a feral tinge to his eyes. His hazel eyes were almost black as he said, “Say something like that again, Snape, I dare you.”

Clearly, the Slytherin had lost the few brain cells he had left because he actually opened his mouth to answer. James didn’t give him the chance, only pushing him harder into the granite. “I will end you, Snivellus, don’t try me. Stop fucking running your mouth if you can’t deal with the consequences of it.”

That was the point Sirius decided to step in. It didn’t seem like anyone else would—Remus and the other prefects were standing on the far end of the hallway, huddled and whispering furiously; no teachers were present—and judging by Snape’s rapidly reddening face, he was less than a minute away from getting his face fully bashed in. Sirius didn’t want James to deal with the aftermath of that in his current state if he actually went through with it. There were too many people around, anyway.

“James,” he called, stepping forward. He could’ve sworn he heard at least three different sighs of relief but all his attention was now fixed on the way James’ fists clenched harder at the sound of his voice. He sighed—so it was like that, was it?

He stepped up to the two of them and placed a hand on James’ forearm. It was taut with tension, like steel to the touch, almost blazing hot. Ignoring the fact that James was deliberately ignoring looking at him, he started massaging his arm with a light touch, gently working his way down from his elbow to wrist, feeling the muscles loosen with each second. Once he’d repeated the action a couple times, he started rubbing circles with his thumb on the bottom of his palm, increasing the pressure with each rotation.

Eventually, it didn’t take more than a minute before James’ shoulders sagged, almost imperceptibly, and his fists unclenched. Snape, who’d been uncharacteristically silent so far—perhaps showing some of that Slytherin self preservation and realising Sirius was his best bet to getting out here without further harm?—quickly slid out from under his arm, going to stand a safe distance away. He opened his mouth, forgetting that distance meant nothing when James was as good with a wand as he was, but Sirius quickly put a pin in that one.

“Piss off, Sniv,” he muttered, not even bothering to look in his direction.

“Black you—“

“I said, piss off,” Sirius growled, arm moving so fast that Snape couldn’t track the wand now pointed between his eyes if he’d tried. “Now.”

With whatever was left of his tattered dignity, Snape tucked tail and fled. Good riddance. Without sparing a single glance towards the rapidly growing crowd of students, he tucked his wand back in its holster and wrapped a hand around James’ wrist, pulling him away from the courtyard and into one of their hidden alcoves on the ground floor. It was quite removed from the rest of the castle and the most traffic it saw was when the Bloody Baron and Grey Lady decided to rehash some centuries old fight.

Once they were properly inside, he dropped his bag to the floor and pushed James agains the wall, pressing as tightly against him as physically possible, not willing to let a single inch of space between them. For a few minutes, they did nothing except look at each other, James’ breaths sounding like heavy pants in the empty room.

Sirius held James’ face with both hands, hard enough that his fingers pressed indents into his skin, knowing the pressure grounded him. “What can I get you, James? Do you need water? A hug? Some space?”

James stared at him as if seeing through him, eyes unfocused and far, far away. Sirius pressed harder, curling his fingers for his nails to dig in, willing James to come back to him. And of course, James did.

“I need you.” Rough hands grabbed the front of his robes, pulling him forward abruptly and with a little too much force. Sirius had to grab onto James’ shoulders—not that he was complaining—just so he didn’t topple them both sideways. Gently, he shifted his grip until one arm was curled around James’ and the other was buried in his hair, cradling the back of his head. He tucked James’ head under his chin, trapping his hands between them, holding him as tightly as he could.

He knew James needed to be clutched when he was like this, that he loved being surrounded on all sides—as if someone was holding all of him, refusing to let any part of him go. He craved safety, comfort, when he got overwhelmed and this was the best way Sirius knew to give it to him.

They stood like that until the sun set and the air cooled, but all that Sirius cared about was his James—his breathing easier, eyes less frantic, and face much more relaxed. If all he had to do was hold tight for a while to get him there, then well, he’d be the happiest man on earth.

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bklynmusicnerd · 4 months

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GH Petty Polls Roundup! (Cause I felt kinda bad that I dropped the ball last time, and didn't compile the results of the last round 🙈)

Since we're currently in the midst of the union writers' comeback, there's a lot of developments happening at once. The mood based on a glance at the results is fairly pessimistic but some hope here and there. Which is not that surprising considering post-stockpile, audience trust is at an all-time low, but let's just get into these results.

Going in order of what you guys were most interested in putting your two cents in about:

The groundwork is rapidly (thank god) being laid for the final Trina vs. Esme showdown and regardless of how we feel, battle lines are being drawn and some of our faves are not on the same side. This week made clear that Laura is firmly Team Esme and Ava is firmly Team Trina. I wanted to know where you guys stood and you made yourselves very clear lol.

When asked whose side are you on in the event of Trina/Ava vs. Laura/Esme it really wasn't close at all:

At 97.7 %, Trina and Ava are the people's choice because of course they are! They're ride or die, exude regular bad bitch energy and are found family in its essence.

They have never seriously wavered on each other while Laura and Esme were literally built on the whitewashing of the harm Esme did to Laura's own flesh and blood. Trina and Ava are a comfort power mentor/mentee duo, Laura and Esme are botched redemption prop duty gone seriously wrong. No real competition here.

As for the 2.3% that chose Esme and Laura...

Now onto the results you guys were slightly more divided on...

A certain someone's return was announced on a certain poorly reviewed primetime special and the discourse was immediate. All of a sudden, we had taken a time machine back to 2007. But, since his actual last return was 2017 and a huge dud, I wanted to see where you guys landed on Sonny's Permanent Bottom Bitc-I mean Jason Morgan's announced return.

And for a plurality of you, the answer was the stone cold thrill is gone:

The 2017 return did its damage and there's just nothing for Jason, or his many ships, to offer for you this time around. You're over the leather jacket, the refusal to step up and raise his kids and commitment to a thug life he's clearly aging out of.

32.4% of you are equally annoyed with the announcement of his return but can at least find joy in the man formerly known as Jax fuming in the corner with the confirmation that his conservative clout chasing gamble to sue the network was a huge waste of time.

20.6% of were still too numb over what a bizarre mess the primetime special was to even process the news (I hope you're feeling better ❤️)

And because I do believe in the voice of the minority too, 11.8% of you are excited for Jason's return. You're like me in 2017 and still have hope that he can mature beyond his cyborg ways. All I can say to that is...

And in a related poll, because we are a community united in snark, when I asked how hard you guys will laugh when Drew gets tossed aside for Jason...again. The consensus was clear, 90.6% of you will need a medic on standby, you'll be laughing that hard (I'll be right there with you).

6.3% of you are too kind for this world and will smirk, because you're human and Justice for Scout, but also feel a little bad.

3.1 % can call yourselves the classy minority as you said you'd contain your schadenfreude to a moderate chuckle.

Enough old ass mobster Jason Morgan chat, onto more important matters!

I admittedly felt weird about the first week of the Bobbie's death storyline. Particularly that it was purposefully lined up with the SEC reveal/Granny War fallout. I wanted to know if you guys felt the same and frankly, a majority of you did:

This was a dramatic choice that was a failure for the most of you. Bobbie's death being conflated with Carly's latest feud left us as an audience feeling icky. Especially paired with moments like Carly throwing Bobbie's death in Nina's face and Drew dancing around threatening violence on Nina.

A majority of you (74.2%) felt it was gross and not the proper way to start the honoring of Bobbie's legacy. What was supposed to be an exploration of grief suddenly became a badly timed Nina pile-on.

Luckily, it was followed by a much stronger second week for Bobbie's memorial that focused on her and set the SEC nonsense to the side. But it was definitely a reminder of all the worst habits of the union writers that have led many of us to lose faith in them to focus on the right things.

Which leads me right into my next, equally serious question. When I asked what the truly most compelling feud on GH is, since most of us can agree it's not Granny Wars, the results were unsurprising. The ongoing feud that keeps a majority of you (53.3%) on the edge of your seat the most is....

THE GH WRITERS VS. CONSISTENTLY STRONG STORYTELLING AND CHARACTERIZATION

And who can be surprised by those results? Nothing has been more unpredictable than tuning into see what new, creative ways the writers will come up with to fumble an easy storytelling win!

In second place, it was a tie of Spencer vs. Spencer (13.3%) and Portia vs. Trina's Adulthood (13.3%). Spencer's chaotic tendency for self-destruction and Portia's disturbing commitment to ruining her relationship with her daughter go hand in hand for you guys.

Third but not least, Trina vs. Demon Spawn (6.7%). Trina's tormentor hid behind a baby for a year which meant that Trina, despite her best efforts, was dragged into beefing with a baby for a year. This is a feud that makes no sense but continues to be pushed by the writers, made all the funnier by demon spawn clearly being a Trina fan.

Speaking of Trina fans, since she is once again being bombarded by marriage allegations, let's get into the divorce poll. So many toxic marriages in PC and they can't all last. I was curious to see who you think is more likely headed for splitsville:

The majority of you are not nearly as optimistic as Nina is. You don't think her and Sonny's marriage will survive the onslaught of the SEC nonsense and the inevitable reunion of the Unholy Trinity (Carly, Sonny, Jason 🤢).

The rest of you (34.5%) think that Portia's toxic marriage that she's somehow kept together through sheer force of will (and regularly manipulative weaponization of Trina), will collapse before Nina and Sonny do. All I can say is, for Trina's sake, I hope you're right.

Speaking of failed marriages, I wanted to know what you guys thought of Ava and Nik's post-attempted manslaughter divorcees dynamic. I have to say, these results amused me the most, cause there are a lot more Nava curious people than I thought (stop hiding behind these polls, live your truth 👀)

A plurality (48.1%) are here for the united-in-toxicity chem that Nik and Ava have going on right now. They were a disaster together, but they kind of miss the disaster, and you kind of love watching how much they miss disaster. As someone who considers Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, I share your "why do I not hate Nava???" dilemma and understand it well.

That said, 22.2% of you are staying strong and remember that Nik had a baby (allegedly) on Queen Ava and believe Ava's pride should override any residual chem. Real, and let's hope Ava agrees with you (🥲).

Oh and the 18.5% of you that are most concerned about Ava getting out of Sonny's house are the smartest ones in the room. None of this will matter if Ava has a front row seat to that Unholy Trinity reunion, we gotta get her outta there!

Onto another amusing result. After another Sprina getaway was announced (the union writers clearly saw us all mock them for losing their crown jewel pairing to temps that outwrote them), I wanted to know how you guys felt about this lil Sprina-centered union vs. temp writers competition. And a majority of you (51.9%) have your priorities in order:

Union, temp, who cares as long as you get more Trina and Spencer fluff. You're Sprina capitalists first and Sprina purists second. You don't really care if this upcoming getaway lives up the NYC hype or writing. Your take on this union vs. temp Sprina competition is this:

But for those of you who do care about this temp vs. union competition, 44.4% of you think the union writers are fighting a losing battle trying to do their own Trina and Spencer getaway. You think the NYC trip was a level of magic that can't be topped, especially because the temps snatched not one, but two key milestones from them. You think the union writers slow-burned too close to the sun and won't be able to top NYC despite their best efforts.

3.7% of you actually do have faith in the union writers to reclaim Sprina as theirs, and I have to say I admire that level of optimism post-stockpile, I really do.

Speaking of audience trust (or lack thereof) in the abilities of the returned writers, I was more than a little frustrated in the way beloved throwback character Lois was written in the SEC story and wanted to know how you guys felt about this regime's brand of sloppily warping history for their agenda:

74.1% of you said "hell no" to the idea of your fave from the past being written by this regime. If the price is that they all of a sudden have to sing Carly's praises, regardless of whatever history they had with her, then you'd rather they stay gone and hold onto your pleasant memories of them (good call). You don't trust these writers to not ruin your faves and considering what they're doing to characters like Lois or even Laura, I can't argue with that.

To be frank, the strike stockpile left the audience and the returned writers on a sour note with each other. While there have been some real positives with their return (Bobbie's memorial week was well done and well-received), there are still a lot of kinks to work out. I was curious about how you felt about their return so far:

43.5% of you felt it was the "same ol crap" from them. No clear improvement, just the usual nonsense.

30.4% of you found their return so far to be so terrible that it made you miss the temps (ngl the weak pov for Trina this week made me miss the temps too).

21.7% of you think the returned writers have come back with interesting story ideas but are executing them badly so far and 4.3% of you agree the ideas are interesting but also think they're executing them well.

So, for the most part, trust in these writers remains low. The vibes are wary and pessimistic with the return of the union writers. Maybe I'll ask this question again in a month or two to see if the union writers prove us wrong and acquire some consistent goodwill. For now, their welcome back isn't exactly warm.

Last but not least, I wanted to know how you guys are feeling about Trina's teased morally gray era in the midst of the endgame of the sociopathic mooch. Moral grayness is its own spectrum, and I wanted to see where you guys wanted Trina to fall on that spectrum, light gray or darker gray?

In a very exciting turn of events, 73.1% of you said that you want Trina vs. Esme to escalate until Trina is forced to kill that pest in self-defense. You don't want Trina to just dabble in moral quandary. You want her to get blood on her hands. You want to see the full extent of the darker side of her heroine traits like protectiveness.

26.9% of you are more protective over Trina's "pure" status and aren't quite as ready to let go of her as a good girl moral compass yet and you'd rather her send Esme to prison with Victor's evidence. A neat little full circle to the Pandora's Box motif that started in the summer. Trina was against the idea of using fake evidence because it was wrong but changes her mind when she sees the system as is won't contain Esme because she has power people backing her (Laura 😔).

Whether you're Team Light Gray Trina or Dark Gray Trina, I think pretty much everyone is ready for our girl to start retaliating because going high hasn't worked out all that well for her.

And so concludes another GH Petty Polls Roundup! You guys were as hilariously and brutally honest as ever in your participation, and I appreciate it. I know everyone isn't as loud in the tag about what they think so I like to see what you quieter ones are thinking. Glad to see you're as messy as the rest of us ❤️

#general hospital #obviously going under a cut because im not a monster #as a spiteful nik apologist the nava results made me cackle #nik can really come back from a lot of shit 😭#but mostly i blame MW for being the ultimate chem queen

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anewkindofme · 5 months

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I know Littles don’t do romantic sexual relationships in your fan-fiction. Does that include crushes? I am obviously not expecting anything or pressuring you. Just curious if Tk has a crush on Carlos and have might he handle it? Even though he knows it won’t led anywhere and he and Owen decided he isn’t able to handle that kind of relationship. If a little does get a crush how would they act around them in big and little space? Little kids get crushes all the time, so I assume littles would also get crushes and am curious how they presents and how a little would act when they have a crush. Would Owen tease Tk about his little crush? Free to answer or not answer what you please. Hope you’re having a nice night. 🙈🙊.

Thank you for your considerate question! I don't mind answering it at all, I'm just going to include a little disclaimer (not for you, but for anyone who might see me answering this)...

This isn't really something I ever plan on going into in fic, at least not on a very serious level. TK may have a crush here and there, but I really don't want to write about it often. I'm just not comfortable doing so. Also, it's a plot point I've written in other agere fics and then people tend to ask for more and obsess over it, so I don't include it. I am sure at one point, all of these characters will be ready to be in romantic relationships, but it won't be something I write or make headcanons about. I do plan on discussing Alex and TK's relationship soon, but it'll be all in the past and about the extent of me writing about TK having a serious relationship. I always feel weird making these PSAs because I don't want to come across as mean but these boundaries are important to me.

Littles definitely do have crushes. As you said, kids do all the time, so it's only natural they do! But it's in more of a "wow, they're super pretty like a prince/princess!" kind of way. They're just very chatty with them and find them super cool.

In an older space, they again, act just how one would as a teen/adult! TK definitely gets very chatty and nervous wh.en he's talking to Carlos. Owen knows that TK isn't ready to date so he doesn't take it super seriously and definitely teases him (though not in front of Carlos, obviously). Saying things like "Is that your boyfriend?" or "Aww, does my little boy have a crush?" while commenting on his clearly red cheeks (and pinching them, because he's Owen). TK just rolls his eyes and swats him away. Little!TK finds him just as annoying, but will actually audibly fight back and tell him to shut up, stop being silly, etc

Hope you have a great night!

Ask me for headcanons on characters from my fandom list!

#sfw age regression #sfw agere #sfw regression #sfw regressor #sfw littlespace #sfw caregiver #little tk strand #caregiver owen strand #9 1 1 lone star #anon asks #asked and answered

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Congratulations for your 1.5 k followers!!! 💖💖💖

I'd like to have a particular menu, but I prefer to have a surprise this time, so I'm Here For A Blind Date 😍

About me... Uhm... I'm a cis adult woman, if you want to use a name for me it's Jo, (if for smut purpose, I have a soft spot for BDSM, being a switch but I tend to dominate), I love maths and chemistry, but taking photos and writing are my favourite hobbies, I tend to think logically and I'm shy at first, I have some trust issues, so being afraid of being hurt and abandoned are my best friends (one of my "life advices" is: it's better to stay alone for the rest of my life and to feel being loved by words written by me than to put myself in danger by another person who I'm not so sure about)... I used to dance ballet and to practice Kyokushin (a martial art)... I love all animals, but bees and wasps are my phobia... I don't like pink colour or pastel, I prefer bold ones... I try to be as polite as possible, even if people say I'm too straightforward sometimes 😅🙈 but if people pressure me or have bad manners with me or with people I care, I tend to be harsh and blunt and rude... If I see people needs help, I am more than happy to help them, but if I need help I prefer to work alone and to not bother people... And lastly, I promise, if I have a goal, no one, neither the people I love, can stop me because I'm "just a bit" stubborn 😅🙈🙈🙈...

I... I hope this helps you, if you need other details, you can "call" me Jo 💖💖💖 congratulations again for your milestone 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

💜 blind date 💜 the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: your date's waiting on you. very punctual! very... intense too... 💚

"Hi! Welcome to the Vill-Inn. Your guest is waiting at your table, the gentleman over there playing with our cutlery. If you could... can you ask him to stop? It's threatening the other customers..."

The glint of the elegant silver knife catches your eye as you approach the table. Holding the dulled point against his finger, clutching the handle in his other hand, he drops it as you take your seat and cough, bringing him out of his daydream.

"Sorry... got distracted. My name's Victor. I, uh... prefer going by my surname though. Zsasz. It's got a more... interesting zing to it, don't you think?"

He points the knife at you as he speaks, before lowering it quickly with a sheepish grin.

"Oops, rude of me. I need to remember where I am. What I'm here for."

He offers you the basket of bread, and the knife, along with the plate of butter.

"May I?"

He asks you about yourself as he spreads a couple of slices for you, nodding politely, interested in what you have to say. His eyes light up when you abruptly bring up your interest in BDSM, noticing the subtle hints in his outfit. Leather harness under his suit, the rings on his belt. His smile widens, eyebrows narrowing as he listens intently to your preferences.

Zsasz laughs when you mention you're shy, surprised by the revelation after your quick discussion of kinks. But he assures you he finds it endearing. And your logical, scientific mind assures him that you are treating this with a sincerity and experimental approach, hoping to gain as much data from the date as you can. So he answers all of your questions thoroughly and honestly.

"So, danger doesn't intrigue you? What are you doing on a date with me then?"

His attitude changes when you bring up your feelings about being alone, preferring it to risks with other people. He understands that perfectly well. That you prefer to work alone, to be alone. He's not a huge fan of people himself, although if you know anything about him, you'd have understood that already. You though, he's keen on you already.

Perhaps it's the elegance with which you move, obviously attributable to your experience in dance and martial arts. You're dangerous, clearly. He likes that.

"So, will I be seeing you again?"

Doesn't matter what you say, he's just as determined as you. Or stubborn. Whatever way you put it, he just knows you're two peas in a pod, and he's not planning on letting you get away.

#finnie writes #finnie1500

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