#i'm both afraid and apathetic

[koqabear]

I don't know, but I'm so excited for manipulative gyu.😩 is this a fic you're really writing??? I'm so excited!

IT IS ‼️‼️ i am also really excited, i can’t tell if it’s the extra burst of inspiration talking or if i’m fr gonna stick with this (the latter, i pray.)

anyways, here’s a sneak peek no one asked for !

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You’re stuck with Beomgyu hours after that— even though your mother was able to calm you down, it seemed as though you were afraid of the boy for the rest of your time there; hiding behind any object that was able to cover your frame, hugging your bear tightly and using it as a shield to peek at him— averting your eyes frantically when he’d glance at you and meet your weary gaze. 

Despite your mother’s attempts to get the two of you— or rather, mostly you— comfortable around each other, you both seemed dead set on not wanting to interact with the other, resigned to stay in separate sides of the room and turning your back to him when your mother had to leave to fetch a toy Beomgyu insisted he left on the couch of one of the main rooms, not bothering to specify which one; you attempted to follow her, but she prevented you from doing so, a reassuring smile stuck on her face as she asked you to wait on the beanbag. 

If Beomgyu didn’t know any better, he could’ve confused you for a mannequin; frozen still, small hands gripping onto your stuffie and wide eyes keeping watch at the door— the sight was both parts intriguing and irritating, and the boy reluctantly found himself watching you, observing you carefully— even then, it seemed as though you didn’t even blink. 

“You’re such a scaredy-cat.” Beomgyu says loudly, point proven further from the way you flinch and snap your gaze over to where he sits on the bed; arms crossed petulantly, eyes narrowed and watching you intently, “Are you scared your mom left you here?”

The very thought is enough to have your eyes widening; only a year difference in age, Beomgyu ponders to himself, yet you seem extremely attached to your mother, and are quite gullible too— he frowns at the way your mind visibly seems to wander, thinking of scenarios that only cause you to panic— and though Beomgyu knows he should feel bad, he can only find himself wondering just how far he can take this. 

“You might just be stuck here forever,” he muses, pushing himself off the bed and walking over to you, standing before you and watching the way you try to deny his claims, albeit a bit hesitantly, “I think she got tired of you.”

You refuse to believe him— but it’s been a while, and your mother still hasn’t come back. The way he looks down at you makes you feel so small, his expression so sure and serious that you’re beginning to wonder the truth of his words; beginning to wonder if your mother really left you. 

“She abandoned you.” Beomgyu finishes, watching with cold eyes as your mind slowly succumbs to the possibility.

And after a moment, it happens. There it is again, he thinks to himself, watching your eyes well up and your expression screw into one of sorrow so effortlessly— he drinks it all in with fascination, never having seen someone who can spill tears and get so heartbroken on a whim; your fingers dig into your plush and your body shakes with hiccups, continuing to defend your mother weakly and saying that she will come back. 

“No she won’t,” Beomgyu says apathetically, watching the way your face twists into a frown and you attempt to fight back— but you’re believing him, and his interest is piqued, whispers telling him to see if he can get you to give up your fighting entirely, “you’re such a crybaby. She doesn’t like that. My mom says that kids like you are annoying. That no one wants a whiny kid.”

Through your messy sniffles and shed tears, you stop to think— could this be true? Beomgyu’s expression is blank even as your eyes finally meet his, solemn and unshaken, as though what he said is nothing but a universal truth— and the more you look at him, the more he looks at you, the more you believe it. 

Beomgyu can almost see something shatter within you; his lips upturn in a small smile. 

“I like you,” he suddenly says, bold and innocent as he reaches out to offer his hand; you blink, dazed, unsure of what to make of his words as you remain silent— blindly, you take his hand. “You’re weird. Let's go find your mom– she’s downstairs.”

He pulls you up before you can protest; he’s just a few inches taller than you, and you find yourself looking up as you trail after him, hugging your plush tightly with one arm— through shaky sniffles and stutters, you’re finally able to ask him a question. 

“You mean she didn’t leave me?”

Beomgyu scoffs. 

“No. I was lying. Couldn’t you tell?”

You shake your head petulantly, your stare burning into the boy’s side profile; the light that bleeds in from the floor-to-ceiling windows that line the hall almost casts a glow onto him, like a halo of sorts. You feel an odd sense of comfort.  

“No.”

For the second time today, Beomgyu’s lips quirk up into a miniscule smile. He nods. 

“Cool.”

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#they’ve both got some issues to work out. let’s hope their friendship doesn’t affect said issues in any way! #rambles #koqabear asks

[balladofhollisbrown]

"The Need For Topical Music", written by Phil Ochs

Before the days of television and mass media, the folksinger was often a traveling newspaper spreading tales through music. 

It is somewhat ironic that in this age of forced conformity and fear of controversy the folksinger may be assuming the same role. The newspapers have unfortunately told the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the cold war truth so help them, advertisers. If a reporter breaks the "code of the West” that used to be confined to Hoot Gibson movies, he’ll find himself out on the street with a story to tell and all the rivers of mass communication damned up. 

The folksingers of today must face up to a great challenge in their music. Folk music is an idiom that deals with realities and not just realities of the past as some would assert. More than ever there is an urgent need for Americans to look deeply into themselves and their actions and musical poetry is perhaps the most effective mirror available. 

I have run into some singers who say, “Sure, I agree with most topical songs, but they're just too strong to do in public. Besides, I don't want to label myself or alienate some of my audience into thinking I'm unpatriotic.”

Yet this same person will get on the stage and dedicate a song to Woody Guthrie or Pete Seeger as if in tribute to an ideal they are afraid to reach for. Those who would compromise or avoid the truth inherent in folk music are misleading themselves and their audiences. In a world so full of lies and corruption, can we allow our own national music to go the way of Madison Avenue?

There are definite grounds for criticism of topical music, however. Much of the music has been too bitter and too negative for many audiences to appreciate, but lately there has been a strong improvement in both quantity and quality, and the commercial success of songs like “If I Had a Hammer” have made many of the profit seekers forget their prejudices.

One good song with a message can bring a point more deeply to more people than a thousand rallies. A case in point is Pete Seeger's classic “Where Have All the Flowers Gone” which brought a message of peace to millions, including many of the younger generation who do not consider themselves involved in politics.

Folk music often arises out of vital movements and struggles. When the union movement was a growing, stirring and honest force in America, it produced a wealth of material to add to the nation's musical heritage. Today, there regrettably seem to be only two causes that will arouse an appreciable amount of people from their apathetic acceptance of the world; the Negro struggle for civil rights and the peace movement. To hear a thousand people singing "We Shall Overcome" without the benefit of Hollywood's bouncing ball is to hear a power and beauty in music that has no limits in its effect.

It never ceases to amaze me how the American people allow the hit parade to hit them over the head with a parade of song after meaningless song about love. If the powers that be absolutely insist that love should control the market, at least they should be more realistic and give divorce songs an equal chance.

Topical music is often a method of keeping alive a name or event that is worth remembering. For example many people have been vividly reminded of the depression days through Woody Guthrie’s dust bowl ballads. Sometimes the songs will differ in interpretation from the textbooks as with “Pretty Boy Floyd”.

Every newspaper headline is a potential song, and it is the role of an effective songwriter to pick out the material that has the interest, significance and sometimes humor adaptable to music.

A good writer must be able to picture the structure of a song and as hundreds of minute ideas race through his head, he must reject the superfluous and trite phrases for the cogent powerful terms. Then after the first draft is completed, the writer must be his severest critic, constantly searching for a better way to express every line in his song.

I think there is a coming revolution (pardon my French) in folk music as it becomes more and more popular in the U. S., and as the search for new songs becomes more intense. The news today is the natural resource that folk music must exploit in order to have the most vigorous folk process possible.

(Broadside #22, March 1963)

#phil ochs #topical music #protest music #folk music #transcribed by meee

[wildissylupus]

look this conversations:

Widowmaker: I'm taking leave after this mission. Reaper: Marital problems? Widowmaker: Not lately.

Widowmaker: Are you ever tempted to contact your wife? Reaper: No. Widowmaker: Afraid she would try to kill you? Reaper: I'd be surprised if she didn't.

what's going on with widow is she thinking about someone or something else we don't know of yet?

Maybe, though it could also be small talk, a big thing to remember about Talon is that it's much less personal then Overwatch. There being only a few characters there that have full relationships with other agents. Reaper and Widow aren't those people. Both of them are pretty much hostile or apathetic with everyone, Widow more so when looking at her interactions. So even though both of them are seen on missions together a lot, I doubt they have a close friendship.

Though this could be for another reason, something I haven't gotten the chance to talk about yet. I honestly think that Widow holds some resentment towards Reaper. If you think about it, unlike Widow, who didn't really get a full choice in where she ended up after Gerard's death. Reaper did, after the Zurich explosion he spent a full year doing his own thing before fully joining Talon. He also had people who would have helped him, Reaper was never convinced that Jack was dead, Cassidy probably would have helped him and Angela would have definitely helped him.

Unlike Widow, Reaper had a lot more options, weather he realizes it or not. There is also the fact that Reaper also ruined his relationship with Martina, but she's still alive. Widow doesn't get that option, she also didn't get the option to loose Gerard in general. I can guarantee that if Widow doesn't slightly resent Reaper for the fact of his choices then she does because of the fact he can still contact his family if he wanted to.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #analysis #widowmaker ow #ow widowmaker #widowmaker overwatch #overwatch widowmaker #widowmaker #amelie lacroix #overwatch reaper #ow reaper #gabriel reyes

[yeuriri]

AFTERLIFE! EX HUSBAND BLADE

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

summary of part 1: blade was a terrible husband, so you parted your own way, despite him begging you to stay.

(2/2)

Blade lived the rest of his life with a hole in his heart. No matter how much he tried to cover it up with the new loves he received, it simply will never be the same anymore. He's a broken, empty man, a pathetic ex husband that desperately yearned for his old lover.

He has tried, really. He went to therapy, ranting about his life, listening to some advices. At one point, his daily life was less stressful, at least, no more pointless alcohol and cigarettes just to forget about you. Years passed, he has learned and become a better person. He started a new family, with more reasons to keep living his terrible life.

Blade was grateful for this second chance of this life of his, he was a happy man. The memories of you in his embrace has faded a little, but he knew it would always stay in his heart, even after death. How could he forget about you? He was the happiest, yet the worst when he was with you. But it was over now, and he has come to accept that you will never come back to him.

Times passed. Blade saw a glimpse of a strange yet familiar figure again — his lips trembling, his eyes widen in surprise, and fear.

"[name]- wait!"

That hair color, that posture, the way they walked. He could never get it wrong, it has to be you. Oh, how he wanted to erase that memory of his, yet still wanted to hold that existence dear.

"...Blade?"

That familiar voice sent a shiver down his spine. How long was it, 15 years? He couldn't believe this day would happen, really. Blade desperately chased after you, then caught his breath heavily as if he was afraid that you would be gone of his sight once he looked away. He looked up at you, his face sores of regrets of what he did, and was dying to know about your new life.

He had never heard about you again ever since the divorce. You disappeared as if your existence were just hallucinations in his life, leaving Blade devastated.

"...Hey."

Blade gave you an awkward smile, his eyes sparkling with your reflection.

"Haven't seen you in so long. Just where were you?"

You shaked your head at his question in amusement. In fact, you were a little glad to see the terrible ex husband of yours, no matter how badly he treated you. You guessed that your affection towards him wasn't one to replace easily, just as much as Blade's towards you.

You both sat back and shared the story thats been going on for the rest of 15 years. Your path was just so different from Blade now, and he knew there was no such thing like turning back. You smiled slightly at how excited he was about your new life. You knew Blade changed, and so did you.

"My new family was dear to me, [name]. You know how much i loved them, they healed me.." he then gently tucked your hair behind the ear. "I know we won't be the same, and I'm sorry for what I did to you.. Things were hard for me, you know that? It felt like my life teared apart when you left me."

"Can't we just.. see each other more often..? I was afraid of the image of you fading away from my memory, but again, perhaps part of me wanted it gone too. Please, [name], can I be a part of your life?"

You knew it wasn't gonna work. Not when your new life required a lot of time on yourself, and you have already decided that you would never meet Blade again. Yet here you are, sitting next to him, sharing the bitter memories.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Blade. It's.. complicated, just know that I don't hold hatred towards you anymore."

You murmured, leaving Blade in disappointment. He knew your answer already. He just couldn't help himself to ask again, to repay for the times he was a horrible husband to you.

"...I understand, I hope you live a happy life, [name]."

You were quite surprised at how soft his voice sounded. Maybe he really changed, maybe he was no longer the cold and apathetic man you once knew. Blade watched you walk out of his life once again, but his heart wasn't as heavy anymore. He was just glad to finally see you again, even if it meant you would still be out of his life forever. You two didn't even share a simple contact, and just moved on after an hour of conversation.

He knew things wouldn't change, and that's okay.

Years, centuries, and the last year of his life reached. Blade lived a life full of mistakes, but he has stopped regretting. His family loved him, people cared for him. That's the only thing that mattered.

Little did he know, that familiar figure he once loved stood by his coffin. The strange existence at Blade's funeral left everyone amazed and confused. No one knew who the person was, but they can feel that Blade and this person used to share a special connection to each other.

"My dear husband.. you were a total jerk to begin with, I hated you with my whole heart, yet the love was just as strong. Ridiculous, wasn't it?"

You muttered softly, watching his peaceful expression of eternal sleep. The crowds went eerily silence at your words.

"Have a good sleep, my love."

You left a red spider lily on his cold hand, before walking away with a glance on the person you once loved. No one really knew who you were, Blade has never mentioned about this person. The funeral went on with pure confusion.

They just knew that, at least there was one more person that cared about Blade enough.

In another new life, he met you again as two completely new identities. He never knew who this person was. However, Blade couldn't deny that his heart ached whenever he saw your face.

Maybe — just maybe, it will finally work out in this second life?

extended idea from my afterlife blade bot! i didn't think people would love this troupe, tysm everyone :P tag: @nizaigojiaosm @lavenderslemonade

#hsr x reader #hsr x you #blade x you #blade #honkai star rail #hsr blade #hsr x gender neutral reader #blade x reader

[kiana-kaslana-423]

Hi! I've read a few of your fics and enjoyed it, you're writing style is nice!

If you're taking requests, then Mobius and Vill-V with a MANTIS reader that has a personality/mannerisms and looks that is a mixture between Binah from Library of Ruina and Ozen from Made in Abyss, maybe just toned down a little.

Gives everyone the worst possible vibes but enjoys tea with her significant other paired with long conversations that are insightful, though the usage of metaphors and similes makes getting straight answers a bit difficult to get for some, but also not afraid to give tough love to her lover when it is rightfully deserved.

(note: I am not too familiar with both series, but their appearance and vibes are up my alley)

Mobius, Vill v x Binah and Ruina! Reader

☆ Fem Reader that has the personality/mannerisms of

Binah and Ozen ☆

☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽

I don't know if you wanted them separate or not so I'm just

going to make them separate!

and you guys love making me do research frfr but it's fun!

☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽

!! Not comfy with men will block on interaction !!!

• I'm sorry to say this but Mobius hated you at first-

• She was first intrigued by your coldness, mysterious and dominant personality but when she tried to talk to you and get answers about who you are and what you do but she was only met with stupid verbose metaphors and similes, never did you once give her a straight answer to one of her questions! Even though she could be like you sometimes, she likes people to give straight up answers to her

• She was confused and a little bit frustrated to say the least so if you don't give her the answers she seeks, she's just going to watch you from afar and that's exactly what she did! She followed you for a couple of weeks and she noticed a couple of things about your personality and characteristics

• With new people that come into your domain that you work at, you normally call them 'your children' or something polite like that, you take on a more elder role within your workplace so that's why in her opinion you call those people 'your children', you tend to be more easy going with them and help them out a little bit when they are in trouble and whenever you see a child, you instantly become overprotective and you despise lying to them even if it means telling them brutal truths

• But with anybody else like your colleagues or strangers, a coldness dominates your personality and you can often be cruel and apathetic. You can switch your personality so fast that it gives her whiplash sometimes- Not like she would ever say it though.

• Mobius is confused with your personality, she doesn't understand you which makes her frustrated and is a little bit meaner to you because of it, she wants to solve you like a puzzle, a puzzle specifically made for her.

• But eventually those feelings passed and she got to know you more- it was kind of enemies to lover you could say? It's very confusing how you guys even got together but in the end you did!

• And it gave her big whiplash when you started to be nice to her and started to invite her to have tea with you whenever you can but the downfall is that you give her tough love when it's rightfully deserved, she just doesn't like when people tell her no or tell her off but she'll listen to you sometimes

• Vill v is definitely more than interested in you when she sees you! A hot women that's cold, mysterious and dominant?!?! You know she has to check it out! Not letting a chance like this pass up frfr—

• And When she talked to you and get to know you because Vill v who wouldn't want to get to know a hottie like you? But like always you only spoke with verbose metaphors and similes but surprisingly Vill v didn't get mad at first! She just pulled out a whole notebook and started to write down what you said and started to legit stand there and figure it out-

• if she can figure it out, great! If she can't, she's going to be pissed off for a couple of days, only focusing on this- She finds you so mysterious and she wants to figure out who you are and she will eventually figure it out, she's the Great Vill v!

• From then on Vill v would talk to you and understand the way you speak, she might even try to say some things back to you but it probably is going to be bad and confusing so- Probably from a little bit of time after that you guys would get together!

• She's not a big fan of tea but she likes Monster Energy! So she'll just have Monster Energy in her teacup instead and if she ever tries to make tea for you, it's boiled Gatorade-

• She likes when you're nice to her but cold to everyone else, it makes her feel special and better than everyone else but she is confused about why you are not cold to new people that enter your domain that you work at? You always call them 'your children' and are gentle with them, Vill v doesn't understand and when she tried to get an answer from you, she couldn't figure out the metaphors and similes you were using this time for some reason? She could tell that you purposely made it complicated- Ass hole!

• She doesn't really care about kids so she'll just let you do whatever you want

• Vill v also doesn't like when you stop with her doing stupid shit, she rather have you praise her instead of you telling her about how stupid that was and giving her tough love- she'll just mumble under her breath and tap her foot on the ground until you finish

#honkai impact 3rd x reader #honkai impact x reader #honkai x reader #honkai impact 3rd #honkai impact #honkai #mobius x reader #mobius #vill v x reader #vill v #vill-v #binah #ozen

[fuxling]

pspsps hi fux do u have any btd/tpof ocs (for no reason in partic tacular)

Oh! Yes I do!

I tend to become self conscious about my own ocs, and because of this I don't share a lot about them due to my...anxiety? LMAO /lh

I have three, but for now I'm just going to share two (I don't really have art of the third yet so that'll wait) I have an OC and I have a Sona/"Self Insert"!

I've posted about my OC, Cricket, before. She also gets called Pigeon/Pidge. Her ref is outdated but the other illustrations are pretty accurate still.

Pidge is a 27, Cis, & Bisexual. She's 5'0, and weighs 110lbs. She grew up in Seattle to a deadbeat dad and an overbearing mother. Eventually in her teen years, her parents split and she moved to San Francisco with her father, who inflicted a lot of bad shit upon her before she packed up and moved out on her own. She lived alone perusing modeling & photography before she was Got after a party in the city.

Waking up, she found herself in an auction room. Derek buys her, takes her to the hunt. I have kind of a few 'versions' of how the hunt goes for her, some ending in possession or sacrifice, or just death, but the main one is she stabs Derek but doesn't have the guts to kill him, so he takes her home and she basically becomes his lap dog via repeated abuse and torture.

I'm not sure what parts of her 'story' I should expound on and what parts I should sum up quickly, haha.

Personality wise, she's very dry, doesn't smile much. She got a lot of shit for being an ice queen growing up, and tends to come across apathetic, even when she isn't. Very sarcastic and can seem catty, but usually is trying to cover her own ass. She has a huge soft spot for other girls, especially fem folks who are in trouble, and will often put herself in danger to help others who are vulnerable/in danger.

She is afraid of her own capacity for attachment, which is why she refuses to let herself attach to anyone. This provided a lack of support in community around her, and made her a better target for kidnapping, since no one would notice her gone or take much action if they did.

In reality, she is desperate for connections and keeps herself from interacting intimately with anyone due to her fear of becoming over attached. This really blossoms later as hee Stockholm Syndrome with Derek kind of...Happens. Haha

Eventually Derek rubs off on her and she gets into some trouble, and starts killing at the hunts that Derek drags her to. You can also imagine she gets used a lot by the whole hunt lmao

Here's some pictures of her! ^ I love her very much, she is small and full of rage LMAO

Then we have Kade/Juju. This is my "Self Insert". I haven't posted about him much yet, I have been redoing his reference 100 times it feels like, and this is what I have at the moment.

Kade is 28, He/Him trans masc, and mlm. He's an American Red Fox, and grew up on the dense forests of the west coast. His family is estranged, and he ran off to the cities after he was of age to go to school for Botany.

His schooling and thirst for Travel causes him to move North, where while he's attending school he runs into a Specific German at the bar.

He's a quiet dude, kinda nervous, and has very big "Homeschooled by a forest ranger" energy. Loves to infodump about animals, bugs, plants, you name it. Pretty decent survival skills, which also lends to him being a bit of a slippery captive.

I eventually want to put him in a situation with both Lawrence and Mason also, but I haven't been able to sit down and Think in a hot second. If he ends up in Strade's house, he either gets killed for attacking Ren or also gets pet-ified. In that instance, I really like the visual of Strade just having this duo of Fox pets that are constantly horny but also kind of at each others necks a lot (Male foxes have no chill around other male foxes)

I'm starting to get lost in the sauce here so I'll leave it there and if anyone wants to know more, I'd love to answer whatever curiosities may plague you!

#I'm the meantime i'm going to go make coffee and sit in front of a fan for 3 hours #btd #boyfriend to death #strade #ren hana #derek goffard #tpof #the price of flesh #btd oc #tpof oc #Kade #Cricket Jones

[farfromsugafanfic]

SKZ Most To Least Likely To Date An Aquarius

Genre: fluff, astrology

Warnings: none

A/N: Since the members' rising signs are not publicly known, I am basing this off of the rest of their charts. Y'all seemed to like the first one so I'm hoping to do the rest of the signs and maybe MBTIs too.

Most

Chan Changbin Hyunjin Jeongin Felix Seungmin Jisung Minho

Least

As much as it pains this Cancer Sun Chan bias to say, his chart is extremely well aligned for dating an Aquarius. His sun sign, Libra, is one of the most compatible with Aquarius and both are air signs. He does have a Scorpio placement and another possible (but unconfirmed) Scorpio placement. This could pose trouble, but it would ultimately depend on his partner's chart as if they had a Virgo or Capricorn Venus, they would balance each other out perfectly. Chan will find himself attracted to how independent and somewhat mysterious the Aquarius can be. They often are not afraid to stand up for themselves or others—whether in an aggressive or passive manner—something Chan would definitely respect.

Changbin's Leo Sun is a nice complement to an Aquarius Sun. Unlike an Aquarius pairing with another Air sign, pairing with a Fire sign brings an element of excitement to the relationship. They are naturally attracted to one another and often have an antagonism that seems more like flirting than true bickering. The more reserved Aquarius finds the more boisterous Leo charming and fun. Whereas Changbin would respect the Aquarian values of hard work and how they do not live in the past nearly as much as Leos. His Virgo Venus could pose problems, but like with Chan, his partner's chart could easily balance this out.

Hyunjin is a bit of a wildcard here. None of his placements directly conflict other than his Moon. But, none of them are exactly perfect either. However, he has two Aquarius and an Aries placement which I think could easily endear him to an Aquarius under the right conditions. He would appreciate how an Aquarius quietly supports him and remains fairly humble themselves. With that said, I don't think he would naturally seek out an Aquarius and conditions would have to be just right.

Jeongin is the sole Aquarius Sun of Stray Kids. While two Aquarius Suns have fairly good compatibility, I placed Jeongin in the middle because I think he would be fairly apathetic about the whole thing. However, his placements do match an Aquarian partner well. Also, in my personal opinion, while two of the same signs can work out, sometimes it's possible to be too similar. He would likely find the relationship grow boring or see the negative aspects of himself in an Aquarius partner. However, again, given the right partner with the right chart, it could work splendidly.

We have now reached the Virgos: Felix, Seungmin, and Jisung. Virgo Suns generally aren't too compatible with Aquarius Suns. Out of the three, Felix seems most likely to date an Aquarius because he has two Aquarius placements and two Libra placements which could complement an Aquarius Sun partner if they too had complementary elements further down in their chart. Personally, I feel like Felix could open up to an Aquarius quite well and if a relationship were to bloom between him and an Aquarius, I see it being a slow process that starts off as friends.

Seungmin does have a Libra Venus working for him when it comes to a relationship with an Aquarius. However, I do think his Cancer Moon may conflict too much with an Aquarius Sun, especially in combination with his Virgo Sun. It could work if he and his partner really worked at it and the rest of their charts were immaculately compatible. Seungmin may be a bit overwhelmed by an Aquarian's brashness in some situations and an Aquarius may not quite get his quirky side. However, both do have serious, thoughtful sides that would work well together.

Jisung does have some promising placements in his chart. However, his Sun and Mars clash harshly. His Pisces Moon is not ideal, but not a detractor either. Personally, I think Jisung could benefit from an Aquarian's air of confidence and fearlessness. However, I also think they would have clashing values and Jisung could unintentionally stifle and Aquarius while an Aquarius could accidentally neglect Jisung. So, while much of his chart might work well, I think its unlikely he would even gravitate toward an Aquarius Sun naturally. If he were to have a relationship with an Aquarius, it would be an introverted Aquarius with otherwise complementary placements (perhaps they would have major compatibility in their rising signs which would definitely move up their chances of making it).

Minho's Scorpio Sun is considered one of the least compatible with an Aquarius. Outside of this, his whole chart is fairly Water and Earth heavy which wouldn't go well with an Aquarius partner. Minho has to be able to be silly and have fun with a partner. An Aquarius partner could take his sarcasm a bit too literally or chastise him for goofing off despite his otherwise hard work. Minho may be a bit too intense for an Aquarius partner whose ideal partner is someone with a naturally confident aura (regardless of if they are confident or not). Minho's quieter and reserved aura—while somewhat similar to an Aquarian's own demeanor sometimes—feels too out of line with what the typical Aquarius looks for in a partner. The only way I see this working is if his partner is younger than him (he feels like he needs to take care of them), introverted, and potentially has compatible rising and Venus signs. it would be a fairly tall ask and I don't think there would be natural chemistry there to even start a conversation without a reason to.

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[thecameronchronicles]

Unmasked

TW: Dark(ish) Rafe. Language. Smut. 

SUMMARY: A bout of masked sex leads you to learn the identity of your partner is definitely not your boyfriend…

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Anonymous asked:

Heyyy!! I’m not 100% sure if ur doing requests at the moment, if u don’t I’m sorry😅

So my request is a Rafe x Reader smut, reader hates Rafe but Rafe is kind of obsessed with reader and always flirts with her even though she’s in a relationship with JJ, so he always tells her how much better he could be and how much better he would be in bed but reader normally just ignores him. Then on a Halloween party reader dresses up as something u can choose and her boyfriend JJ dresses up as Gostface from scream. At the party reader waits on JJ to come and join her at the party (she knows his costume), then a guy with goat face mask appears and in the end they both go in a bad room to fuck, ghostface leaves his mask on the entire time until the end when he takes it off and reader sees that under the mask wasn’t JJ, it was Rafe

U don’t have to write ans of that if ur not comfortable with that!!<3

Unmasked

The only reason you'd even shown up had been for Sarah. After yet another breakup, you were her shoulder to cry on. But unfortunately this also meant having to be around her brother, Rafe. A six foot two apathetic jackass who cared only for cocaine and tormenting you. This was usually in the form of one-sided banter of unrequited attraction as you had been happily dating JJ, who you were currently waiting for as none other than the devil himself stood across from you. 

"You do realize that if you dropped that pogue and stopped being so stubborn, you wouldn't always be pouting? Shit, you wouldn't even be walking..." 

You rolled your eyes at his relentless attempts to "claim" you as you seemed to be the only person in the collective Outer Banks of both kooks and pogues with enough brain cells to not fall for his momentary charm. You genuinely loathed him. He was cruel and selfish, entitled and slothful, ambitious to an aggressive fault-and he made you thankful to be with JJ...who STILL wasn't anywhere to be found. 

"You looking for a reason to ditch that halo?" He asked in reference to your angel costume as you turned away from him, but his stubbornness continued. 

"Looking for my boyfriend." You spoke with a hand on your hip. 

"Ghost face.." You spoke to yourself, managing to round the entire estate three times over and never quite finding him. Even those in attendance with the Billy Loomis alter-ego were only flickers of hope to his absence. It made you aggravated as you threw yourself onto the end of one of the lounge chairs as you estimated he had forgotten or simply chose not to come. It was the worst quality he had, and a constant downfall- his lack of reliability. Of course, when it truly mattered, he would be there. But he would still be late. And with this, you needed him here as you hated coming to Figure Eight in any context- 

Suddenly your eyes found him lingering within the house, costumed donned from head to toe with the faux mystery of a danger you were aware he would never inflict. 

"Was wondering if you chose beer with John B over me again..." You explained as he wouldn't talk, only shook his head back and forth before  you moved closer. 

"Don't wanna talk to me?" He shook his head no once more as his hands came to your hips. The wide grasp gluttonous as if he needed to touch every inch, as if he'd never do it again following this moment.  

"Oh no, Mister Ghostface, I am so very afraid...I'm gonna run away and into a bedroom all alone. I hope nobody takes advantage of me..." You leaned closer to him. 

“It would be so unfortunate since I'm not wearing any panties...It would be so easy for anyone to just-" Before you could tease another word, you were pulled through the party and into one of the many bedrooms within Tannyhill. 

The second the door closed, you reached for the mask as you were eager for his lips. Those talented and full lips always managing to make you forgive him. But you were rejected from this. Instead, he would only turn you towards rbe bed and take your own hand between your legs. 

"You want me to touch myself.?" He nodded, "Yeah? You like watching me get all wet for you before you make me come? Before I..mmmm" 

You were suddenly turned to your hands and knees, costume lifted enough to expose your bare ass to him as he undressed behind you. Your eyes came to the sight of him as he kept the mask on, taking his hand to the back of your neck as he used his arm along your spine to make you arch for him. 

But the second his cock was inside of you, it felt so different. He wasn't kind or sweet like he'd always been, even in his most violent bursts of passion. His hands would alway show some form of kindness. But this was lust. Pure, needy, and selfish lust. And you basked in it. 

"Fuck..." You groaned as he moved even faster, taking your hair tighter as you groaned, not a word spoken as you were only allowed grunts and grinds to interrupted the sound of your ass slapping to his hips. 

"I'm gonna come, J!" You finally belted as he was quick to take off his glove, skin to skin contact making your body shudder for a reason all your own as he pulled you to his chest. That momentary distraction now fleeting as your orgasm was too strong. The flicks on your clit and pressure of his cock was too much to focus on anything else. 

"I'm gonna- FUUUUUCCCKKK!" You sang, his hands turning you flat. He returned into you, a more intimate position hardened by the push of your ego against your chest. A position he didn't favor as he preferred your breasts and watching their buoyancy as he moved within you. But tonight he seemingly wanted more. 

He carried his fingers to your mouth, using them to silence you as you could just imagine the smirk across his face. You needed to see it, those dimples, the rise of full lips lifted in self-satisfaction. But as you tried, he would pin your hands to either side of your face and rush into you THAT much more. 

"JJ...please come inside me...I can't take it." He paused for only a second, rearranging you until you turned to fave the dresser on the wall beside the bed, ankles hooked around the back of hid left thigh, as he fucked you at this tight new angle. As you moaned beneath him, he lifted the leg closest to him until it sat over his shoulder. The grip made it possible to where you wouldn't have to do anything but bask in the overstimulation and rush of his cum as he groaned and grunted over you. 

"Oh my God..." You breathed, the space between your thighs aching in a way it never had before. Your body thoroughly satisfied. And you watched him lift the mask freely from his face as you waited to see that glib grimace across his face. But you wouldn’t find that, or even his dimples. 

"Rafe! What the-" Your legs were pulled tighter around his hips. 

"Told you, you'd be too sore to walk-" 

"Get the fuck off of me!" You cursed, disgusted with how he had taken advantage of the situation. 

"Now..." He moved onto his knees as you were on your elbows, marveling at the sight of him dragging you to the very edge of the bed, spitting unnecessary lubrication between your dripping and already abused pussy, all for the sake of you now having the sight as a memory. 

"You're gonna come when you don't have to pretend you didn't know it was me-" 

"I didn’t-" You defended as he scoffed. 

"You and I both know he's never fucked you like that...and now I'm gonna prove I can make you come anyway I want..." Your eyes rolled to the contact of his tongue to your clit. 

The truth was, you did know. You knew it the second he removed the glove, that signet ring having validated this. But you were too deeply rooted in bliss to care as you should have. And once again, you were too overwhelmed with how he made you feel to notice how you were being disloyal. 

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[newtonsheffield]

Molly, I so badly badly need more of you writing Kate and Anthony in their peek OG regency era. Pleaseeeee could we see just a little bit of their interaction in the ballroom, in the recent months after their marriage?!?!?! I would love to see how badly the towns react towards the glowing blushing newly weds?

Okay but let's... revisit Hearts and Flowers a year later

Because you know the show's going to forget they said it was annual

Kate could feel their eyes on her everywhere she went these days, When she went to the modiste with Francesca, she and Violet bolstering the girl's quiet confidence as she looked at herself in the mirror a little nervously.

Both Lady Bridgertons accompanied Miss Francesca to the modiste this morning, Heaven only knows what required such attention.

When she walked through the park with newton on his leash and Anthony's arm in hers while he whispered wicked nothings in her ear.

Lord Bridgerton was seen being rather attentive to his wife this morning last, perhaps he, unlike most men, does not subscribe to the theory that women need be left alone to shepherd new life into the world.

And now even here, at Aubrey Hall where she and Anthony had made a home, where they'd hidden from the world under the bedsheets upstairs Anthony poking his head out as the door of their chambers opened with his hair rumpled in a million directions a boyish grin on his face Ah! Sarah! Lady Bridgerton won't be requiring your services for the next... three days. Take some time off! See your family! Full pay! Where they'd married in the very room they were standing in now with only their families around them, cheering as the vicar had declared them man and wife and Anthony had held her so gently against his chest and his voice had whispered, Finally.

And now they'd done what they must, they'd allowed the Ton inside to peer over them, inspect them, as they'd been wanting to since their engagement had been announced. She'd worried over it for weeks, her stomach churning with anxiety as her mother in law had nodded approvingly at the invitations she'd selected, and the food, and finally the flower arrangements, Kate, Darling these are beautiful. And Anthony hadn't seemed a bit bothered by it. In fact, very little seemed to bother him these days. Though she knew he tutted and sighed, and spent hours in his study pouring over accounts, worrying over Benedict who seemed suddenly apathetic towards the things that had given him joy, and Eloise who had scoffed before trodding on Lord Arthur's foot last week, and who sat with Gregory for hours looking over his work: As soon as he saw her he smiled. Jumped from his seat the wrap his arms around her, breathing her in deeply. There you are Darling, I've missed you. And she rolled her eyes though she left a kiss between his eyebrows. It's been 30 minutes my love. And of course he hadn't seen the problem. He'd merely swanned into the drawing room, picking up the samples of cake, his words muffled by the cake.

"These are excellent!"

And she'd hissed at him, "You are useless to me, get away."

His voice had dropped low and his teeth had nipped at her ear "Oh I know a way I can be very useful to you, Viscountess."

She'd taking a shuddering breath before she'd stood calmly and said, "Well I'll need you to show me, I'm afraid, Lord Bridgerton."

And he hadn't seemed to see the problem even now. Even as they'd stood on the drive greeting guest after guest, he'd nodded politely, pretending to know who was going to get out of the next carriage as if he'd paid any attention to the guest list when she'd shown it to him, instead of just grinning at her, Whatever you think is best.

Anthony still didn't see the problem, as they stood in the ballroom, the entire room still overtly curious as they interacted. As they stared at the woman who had made London's least enthusiastic groom a very happy husband.

"Anthony," Kate sighed as she stood to the side of the dance floor, smiling beside Violet. "What are you doing loitering about?"

"Anyone would think you didn't enjoy my company." Anthony mused, shuffling a little closer as though making to hide behind her ad Lady Cowper looked in his direction.

"I do enjoy your company, But it's hard to do so with you hovering like a worried mother duck over me and our child."

"His father was just the same way when I was pregnant with Anthony." Violet sighed. "Like a worried chicken with his head cut off the entire time."

"He's lucky he's awfully handsome." Kate bit back a smile at Anthony's indignant expression as she took a sip of her lemonade.

"Oh his father was that as well."

"Ladies if I may remind you, I am within earshot." Anthony said dryly, shuffling closer to Kate once again, his hand closing around the light fabric of her skirt.

"We know, dearest. Truly, what do you think married ladies discuss at such-"

"Violet!" An older matron, Kate couldn't quite recall the name of, cut Violet off as she made her way over, "I thought I'd take the opportunity to congratulate you on another lovely party. A true success."

"I'm afraid I can take very little credit this year, Lady Fitzroy." Violet smiled gently, nudging Kate forward, "You must have met my daughter in law, Lady Bridgerton. Hasn't she shown us all a wonderful time. And of course, you remember the Viscount."

Lady Fitzroy's eyes widened in surprise, as though she hadn't noticed Kate and even less did she seem to expect Anthony to be peeking out from behind her. "I'm not sure I've had the pleasure."

Lady Fitzroy moved on quickly, looking curiously back over her shoulder as she took Violet with her, though Kate was suspicious that had more to do with Lady Fitzroy's path taking her much closer to Eloise who appeared to be reading a book behind a flower arrangement.

Anthony's hand flew out, taking Kate's empty glass, replacing it with a small cake. "You haven't eaten in three quarters of an hour."

Kate sighed, "Sweet of you, little duck."

"I'm not sure, I-"

"Lord Bridgerton." A man's voice cut Anthony's off, The earl of Gloucester appearing from nowhere with a gallant bow in Kate's direction. "I fear it would be very remiss of me not to ask our hostess for a dance this evening."

"Oh well, I-"

Anthony clicked his tongue, a flicker of irritation crossing his face before he sighed. "I'm afraid, Lady Bridgerton's dance card is rather full this evening, Gloucester, perhaps another time."

The man walked off with a slightly disappointed expression before Kate tutted, "Well, thank you for getting me out of that, but I rather think he might notice when I'm not seen on the dance floor all evening."

Anthony tutted, placing her now empty plate on a passing footman's tray. "I think you'll find that wasn't a lie."

Anthony flicked at something tied to her wrist that hadn't been there before, Kate's eyes widening in surprise.

He;d tied a dance card there, pink ribbon hanging from her wrist every line filled with familiar handwriting-

Anthony, Viscount Bridgerton

Tears pricked at her eyes as she stared down at it, Anthony already tugging her towards the dance floor, the same dance that had been the very first they'd ever danced together striking up around them.

"When did you do that?" Kate gasped, as they fell into step, a little breathless.

"I'm very nimble fingered, you should know that." He winked at her, and Kate couldn't help the giggles she dissolved into, and neither it seemed could Anthony.

The New Lady Bridgerton's first heart and flowers ball went off this week past with nary a hitch. The food was lovely, the flowers beautiful and the lady in question's dress was truly something extraordinary. But the real spectacle was Lord and Lady Bridgerton themselves who were not seen off the dance floor all night and served as a true reminder of what everyone ought to be searching for on the marriage mart: Love.

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[aheckinmess]

Hollow Harmony || Present Mic x OC

(One-shot series 3/3 chapters posted - posted regularly on Saturdays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Graphic violence, Hizashi Yamada x OC, Present Mic, Present Mic saves the day, Hizashi Yamada is a ray of sunshine, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, fluff, pro hero to the rescue, learning how to people again, no longer a puppet, wedding time

Word Count: 5,127 words

Summary: One year after breaking free of a horrible life, Ichijiku has made great strides in her mental health and trauma, as well as her relationship with Hizashi. As their impending wedding approaches, Ichijiku starts worrying about the possible roadblocks intimacy could create. One apathetic Aizawa lends his aide and advice.

Author's Note: I haven't posted fanfiction in years, but after a two-year obsession with My Hero Academia, I have more than enough content to share. This first series is pretty dark, but there's some comfort and sweetness along the way. Enjoy.

Content Warning: Smut included in this chapter.

Chapter 3: Harmonious Happenings

Ichijiku (Tigress)

"Are you ready to head home?"

"No. I need to walk around a little bit. I want to talk to you about something, but I'm not sure how to bring up the subject."

"Is this about physical intimacy with Hizashi?"

I look up at Shouta with shock and disbelief. I knew even before we became friends that he was good at reading Hizashi's mind, but damn! Is he sure erasure is his only quirk? Telepathy seems to come in at a close second. But I can't help it. Such a topic while walking down the street makes my cheeks turn pink. "Y-Yes. Am I that obvious?"

"That...was just a lucky guess." He admits with a drawl. "You've been acting a little off since he proposed to you. It's been, what, six months?" As if you're not keeping count, Logic Boi. He's your best friend.

"Yeah...the wedding will be coming up any day now." That's brought on a whole new wave of conflicted emotions. "I guess I'm just starting to get really anxious. I'm scared."

"About the preparations or about marrying Hizashi?"

"Well, a little of both. But mostly the marrying Zashi part." I admit, fidgeting with the ends of my sleeves in the autumn breeze. "This time last year I almost cut him out of my life entirely for similar reasons. But it's not the same. I'm scared because if he ends up like Kigai–"

"I'll personally wring his neck for you." Shouta finishes for me. "Hizashi is one of the most easy-going people I know. He won't take advantage of you like that. You've been with him long enough to know that. There's something else you're afraid of then, right?"

Damn Logic Boi.

"Right..." I sigh, wondering if this is a conversation I should be having with him and not my therapist. Ms. Sheila said having friends and confidants to talk to are just as important. "I'm worried that...I won't be able to be that intimate with him like he wants right away."

"Okay. Why does that worry you?"

"Because I," Warmth starts creeping into my neck. "Because I've...been able to tell that he gets excited...ahem and I've been privy to that too. So I'm scared that he'll think he's obligated to it once we're married."

"When he first wanted to kiss you, did he seem to think he was obligated to it?"

I blink up at him. "You know about that?"

"Ichi, Hizashi was bouncing off the walls before he went to that hibachi place with you. I'm surprised you got through the first three minutes without him confessing his love on the spot." It sounds so amusing with his dry delivery.

"Oh." Was I really that oblivious? Wow, guess you really are more stupider than I thought. You were still hypervigilant and afraid. It's only natural you'd have missed the signs. "Well...no, he didn't seem to think he was obligated to it, I don't guess."

"Then what makes you think he'd feel obligated to sex?" His tone isn't judgmental, just curious. I'm grateful for it.

"Well, it's different than a kiss, you know? I mean people kiss each other all the time. It's a lot easier to say no...or to stop if it gets too scary." My poor sleeves go through the wringer as I start rambling. A man passing by yells so loudly that I flinch. "B-But it's much harder with sex. If I think I'm okay to start but have to stop, I can't just tell him no in the middle like when we kiss."

"Why not?"

"Because then he'll be mad." I whimper. Eucalyptus tickles my nostrils and I grip my chest and the front of my shirt. "He'll be mad and then he'll hit me and leave me alone."

"Ichi, you're gripping your shirt. Take a deep breath." Shouta instructs.

"Shit. Not now. I'm sorry." I put my face in my hands and grip my hair. "I'm so sorry."

"Take a deep breath. You're safe. He's not here now and you're walking on the sidewalk with me. There's a fire hydrant coming up and a woman rocking her baby while she waits on the bench for a bus. The streets are chatty but not bustling and the wind is cold. Someone's selling fried rice because I can smell it from here. Breathe." He says, immersing me in my present surroundings like my therapist has advised me to do.

Rough sidewalk. Red fire hydrant. Baby crying. Screeching bus tires. Cold wind. Fried rice...with shrimp and broccoli. The visual and sensual cues help me the most. It helps ground me in the present. I inhale and I exhale and the eucalyptus starts to fade. Kigai's hand ghosts my shoulder but I focus on the white lines drawn on the crosswalk and a little girl's cheerful laugh as she swings her doll around. It was the guy yelling that sent me out of it. We're still in the present. Everything is okay. That's it, Little One. Good job.

"Thank you." I take one final breath and glance at him for a moment before I regroup and go back to my original conversation. "Anyway...it's just not the same, Shouta."

"Of course it's the same. You're allowed to tell him to stop at all times. Whether that's before or during the act." Shouta reassures me.

This is new information that makes me pause. You're being a little tease, aren't you? Telling me you want it and changing your mind? Bullshit! You're mine and you'll do exactly as I tell you! I nearly halt right in the middle of the sidewalk, but I power through, needing to have this conversation. I need to talk to someone and hopefully get some coping strategies before I have to pull through this with Zashi. Shouta's probably one of the best people to do that with. He knows him so well.

"Kigai...stopped caring about what I had to say the first time I tried to resist." I admit, tapping my teeth together in my mouth as I purposefully avoid eye contact.

"That's rape." Shouta's voice changes. He still sounds apathetic, but I've learned there are certain intonations where I can tell he's upset. This is one of those times. "Only a scumbag would do that."

"So if I decide to try but...we're in the middle...erm, doing stuff and I get uncomfortable...I can tell him to stop?" I rub my arms nervously, but not because I'm flustered about the subject now. It's because ghostly memories haunt the edge of my mind. "He won't...be angry with me?"

"Let me make this abundantly clear," Shouta begins as I unlock my door to my house and he helps me bring in my wedding finds. I have him set them on the counter while I close and lock the door. "Hizashi can be balls deep inside you and you're allowed to tell him to stop. Knowing Hizashi, who knows about your situation, he'll communicate with you how he needs to stop. If he needs to pull back entirely, if he just needs to wait for you to take a breath and continue, that sort of thing. Hizashi's not going to be angry at you for needing time to work through anything. You lived through hell for three years, Ichijiku. Both he and I and our other friends know that takes time to get over."

I can't help but laugh. Not only because it feels like a weight's been lifted from my shoulders, but also because I'd never expected to hear Shouta Aizawa say the words balls deep inside you to me of all people.

"That's encouraging to know. Thanks, Shouta."

"Of course. And if he ends up whining about it, I'll threaten to cut the circulation from his testicles and he won't have to worry about it at all."

. . . . .

Time flashes by until I'm adorned in a beautiful white dress with my hair twirled and curled in intricate fashion to frame my features. Anxieties ripple through my skin until I see Hizashi standing at the end of the aisle. My heart grows and swells inside my chest until I make it to his side, glowing with joy that he looks so awed and proud as I step up beside him. I give Shouta and Oboro a wave. Nemuri winks at me when I turn back to that side.

And then everything rushes by in a blur. We repeat our vows to the ordained and God, exchange a kiss that makes me dizzy, and then suddenly my last name is Yamada. The after party flurries by because I'd asked for a smaller ceremony, to which Hizashi thankfully obliged.

It's when we start getting closer to our honeymoon destination that I start getting nervous. Just breathe, Cub, remember what Shouta said. He won't do anything you're not ready for. That's the problem. I want to be ready for that. I have a high libido. I'm more than ready physically...but...I'm not at the same time. It frustrates me. Why wouldn't it frustrate him? Everything is going to be okay. When we finally make it to the beach house, Hizashi fully picks me up bridal style to walk me through the threshold. "I heard this was a tradition, so I thought I'd treat you." He laughs, setting me down once we get inside. He looks around. "Damn. This place is nice!"

He's not wrong. I look around and instantly feel the comfort of being in a large space to call my own for the next two weeks. "Oh, look!" There's a little basket setting on the coffee table in the living space. When I pad over to look at it, I flush with a nervous chuckle. "Eeps. It's from Nemuri." I can already see the pink thong sticking out in a folded flower and quickly walk in the other direction. "Y-You can look at that. I'm going to go try and get out of this dress."

"Would you like some help? Can you reach the zipper?" He asks as he also forgoes the gift offering for now.

I swallow, take a deep breath, and nod. "Yes, please." As much as I'm scared of what might come next, I can't get my dress off alone.

We make our way to the room we'll be staying in. My anxiety heightens as I'm innately aware of how close Hizashi is. I pull him into the master bathroom so I can start working on getting all of the pins out of my hair while watching him as he works the zipper.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks me once he's got the dress hanging open for me to step out. I notice he's looking me over from the back, but he doesn't touch me. "Your breathing is off."

"I'm a little nervous." I don't feel the need to elaborate.

I wring my fingers and twist my newly acquired ring as I look down at it. Then I step out of my dress and start looking for my overnight bag full of clothes.

"Nervous?" Hizashi asks before his eyes widen and he seems to understand. "Oh! Oh. Hey, you don't have to be nervous, lovebug." He crosses over to me as I rifle through my bag and kisses my cheek, but doesn't even move to hug me while I'm half naked in front of him. "I won't do anything you don't want to. You excite me, sure, but tonight doesn't have to be about anything sexual if you don't want it to be." He chuckles to lighten the atmosphere. "Just don't mind me if my body responds. I'm a big boy, I'll be able to handle it even if I can't help what my body does."

I start pulling on some lounge clothes, exhausted from the long social day. When I turn to him, I carefully plant myself against his chest.

"That's...that's the problem. I want...I want you. I'm just scared of wanting you, because I'm scared of how I'll respond. I'm scared I'll disappoint you. I'm scared you'll be mad and it'll ruin everything." I swallow thickly.

He's quiet for a moment, which means a lot coming from Hizashi because he's usually so vocal. It makes me feel good to know he's really thinking this over and choosing his words carefully for me. His hands rub my back and I feel him plant a kiss on the top of my head. Safe. He's safe.

"Well, let's talk about how you want to address it then." He holds my chin delicately to make me look up at him. "Is it something you'd like to try tonight? Or something you want to try sometime this week? Or even further down the line?" He pauses before adding. "Before you answer, know that any of your answers are acceptable, lovebug. I'm willing to work with you. I know it's hard for you."

My eyes get glassy. How is he so wonderful? I have to push forward again to hug him tight, sniffling as I'm overwhelmed with affection that over three years ago I thought didn't exist - or if it did, I thought I'd never get to have it.

"I want..." I take a deep breath and gauge the swirling emotions in my gut. "I want to try...tonight...and throughout the week?" I pause again. "I don't want...to let Kigai influence how I react to you because I know you're not him." I squeeze him in my arms and am rewarded with a squeeze back. "But I don't know...how...to try it. I don't know what I'll be comfortable with or if I'll freak out. And that scares me."

"Hmm," He hugs me for a moment as he thinks. "Why don't we start with baby steps, lovebug? Would you like to try a shower together? That way you can just get used to me in your general vicinity without making any moves on you? Or do you need a smaller step than that?"

I think it over. That should be fine to start...knowing if I can handle him naked in my proximity...that would be good to know to begin with. And if you can't, just tell him that. He'll slow down for you. He's already made that pretty clear. Right...right. "I think we can try that." I agree, before pulling back and fidgeting with my pajama sleeves.

"Alright, well...how do you want to start this, then?" He asks, before he leans over to start the shower. "I guess to start with I'll let you choose the water temperature."

"Thanks." I focus heavily on my breathing for the next few moments, reaching in and adjusting the nozzles until I'm ready to turn on the shower. When that's done, I take a deep breath. "Okay...okay." Ms. Sheila said a good tip was to relax and start with what I'm comfortable with. "Can I have a kiss?"

Hizashi finally breaks into a smile and leans down to close the distance and set his hands on my hips to pull me closer. I'm used to this by now, it feels safe and familiar. I tug at his lip and run my hands along his chest over his shirt. As I feel more comfortable, I tentatively move my fingers under his shirt to do the same thing, just against his skin.

We're okay. We've done some of this before. I'm safe. This is Zashi. I move my fingers up his chest and around his neck. helping him wiggle out of his shirt. When I pull back for air, I'm rewarded with a delectably handsome sight that fills me full of longing...and fear.

I have to remember to breathe as I drink him in. Even though it's just his top half, I can already feel my tummy flipping and warmth make my body tingle. My fingers tremble when I rub my fingers over his abs.

"Are you okay?" He asks me through heavy breaths. "Do you need a minute or can I take off the rest?"

I squeak and hide behind my hands for a moment. It's okay. He's okay. He's safe. Breathe.

"Y-Yeah. If...if I need you to stop, I'll tell you." I promise.

I'm both fully and not at all prepared for when he pulls down the rest of his clothes. My breath gets shaky, but not for reasons I thought it'd be. My body is flooded with desire and eagerness. A soft sound escapes me when his cock starts to harden. Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die, indeed. I want it. You're mine, slut. Shut your fucking mouth, fiend. I tense involuntarily for a moment.

Hizashi clears his throat and asks, "Do you want me to watch you undress too? Or would you rather I hop in the shower first and wait for you?"

"Can, um," I hold my shoulder shyly and flush darkly. "Can you hop in first?"

He kisses my cheek. "Of course." And then he takes off his glasses and disappears behind the curtain.

It takes me a few moments to re-coordinate my mind and breathe, but when I do, I feel comfortable enough to strip down and ready myself. It's going to be fine. It's going to be okay. He won't hurt you, Cub. He's safe. And then I step into the shower.

As promised, Hizashi keeps his distance. He doesn't even look at me for a while as he just lets the water run over him. When he finally does catch my eyes, I don't miss how his eyes widen. He makes a little grunt and his cock twitches again, but to his credit he restrains himself.

"Didn't know it was possible for you to look even more gorgeous without clothes, but here we are." He teases with a wink, before going back to getting cleaned off.

His comment simultaneously fuels my lust and allays my fears. He...he didn't just grab me and have his way. He's being very careful and sweet and...god, it's hot. I manage to make it through the entirety of the shower without feeling too uncomfortable or having a panic attack. The closest I get to panic is when he asks about a scar on my back where Kigai threw a book at me. Somehow, though, I manage to get through an explanation without crying.

When we hop out and dry off, my emotions begin growing more intense. There's a wet place between my legs that I simply can't dry off. We get dry and I stand up on my toes to pull him into a fiery kiss that draws a moan from deep inside. God, that feels better than I ever expected.

His response is eager but hesitant. He doesn't fully touch me until I guide his hands to my bare hips. His arousal presses against my belly in a mutual desire as I move my arms back around his neck and grip him tight. All of the hot and heavy needs rolling around my body have me seeing stars. I pull back with heavy pants and press my forehead against his to look at him hungrily.

"W-Why don't...we move this to the bed?" My neck heats up as I ask.

"Are you sure?" Worry flickers in his eyes.

"I'm sure. I'll tell you if I'm not."

"Then, may I carry you?" He asks first, hands hovering until I nod. Only then does he pick me up with a flourish and carry me over to the bed. He gently lays me across the pillows. "How do you want me?"

Not Kigai. Not Kigai. Not Kigai. I remind myself as he looks down at me so softly. I rub his arms and pull at him to urge him further down. Okay. It's fine. This feels good. He feels warm. "Kiss me more?" I request.

"Happily." He obliges, tasting like spearmint gum and wedding cake.

We make out like this for at least five minutes, though it feels like an eternity of blissful intimacy. I can feel Hizashi get harder the longer we go, and I could swear I've accumulated a little puddle between my thighs by now. So I brave the waters and skim my fingers along his sides, up his arms, and guide him to squeeze a breast.

The jolt of excitement I feel draws a moan from me. The surprise I feel is so palpable my eyes flash open and I grip his hair to pull him closer. I like that. I'm not scared of him. I want more. This is nothing like it was with Kigai. Good job, Little One. But be mindful; don't let your guard down. I heed the tiger's voice. As much as I want to go feral and pick up the pace, I want to be cautious. I've learned through therapy and non-sexual experiences that even when it starts out easy, sometimes my trauma hits me out of nowhere.

Thankfully, Hizashi's gentle hands help keep me in a right frame of mind. He squeezes my breasts again before pulling back for a moment, rubbing his thumb slowly over my nipples.

"Is this okay, lovebug?"

"Yes." I purr, arching up into his hands eagerly. "I like that a lot."

"Tell me if it becomes too much." He reminds me, before he kisses the little valley between both breasts. "Is that okay?"

"Mhmm..." I massage the hand massaging me. "You can use your mouth, I think. It should be okay."

Even though I assure him, he still moves slowly as he puts his tongue to work. He starts on the least sensitive spot on the soft flesh outside of my boob and slowly works back in to my nipple, asking before he moves in each time. Once he seems to think I've been properly doted upon up there, he pulls back with that familiar worried glaze in his eyes.

"You think you'll be okay if I work my way down? I don't want to rush you."

I gauge my emotions and arousal. My heart's haywire, but not from fear. I'm pretty sure I'll orgasm if he plays his cards right (something Kigai never managed despite touting his conquest of me anytime he could).

"I think it'll be okay. But can you keep moving slowly?" I plead, looking up at him with all the fondness and vulnerability I can muster.

"Of course. I never want to hurt you." He kisses me sweetly, moves up to press another kiss on my forehead, and then moves his hand to rub over my belly while he move his head down so our tongues can dance again.

Soon, his fingers find their mark.

"Fuck, you're soaked." His cock twitches against my thigh as I flush and hide my face behind my hands. His soothing voice lilts into my ear to comfort me. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm glad I make you feel so good. Can I move my fingers?"

"Mhmm..." Even though I don't really say words, my voice still quivers. Not Kigai! I take a few deep breaths to drive my orgasm away so I can talk better."Just...start with my clit a little bit. Don't go straight in yet. I-I need a little more work-up so it'll feel better."

"You got it, lovebug."

His fingers play me like an instrument. And I've learned by now just how good he is at playing any instrument he gets his hands on. He plucks and presses my buttons experimentally until I'm singing out his composition. His finger rings around my clit as he bites my neck. The flurry of pleasure rushing down between my legs surprises me. I didn't think I'd like biting, but color me hot and bothered!

"Zashi!" I yelp out as my back comes off the bed. Endorphins rush through my body as I nearly cum right then. "A-Almost. So close." I pant, trembling under his hands.

"Good, lovebug. Do you want me to rub your clit some more or cum on my fingers?"

I squeak in embarrassment and I give him a half-lidded smile. "I want to feel your fingers...to see if it's going to be okay."

"I'll go slowly. Tell me if you're uncomfortable at any point." He coos, before a finger caresses my entrance. We watch each other as my orgasm builds and he seeks to please me without hurting me.

"I'm going to two now..." He breathes, eyes dilated and hungry as he pushes in another digit and I moan.

My fingers grip his hair and the sheets. So close. Almost there. Please. He keeps the pace slow until I beg him to move a little faster, unable to wait any longer. Almost as soon as he picks up the pace, I'm driven over the edge.

Only right before I cry out his name, I stop. If Kigai knows I'm feeling this good...he'll get jealous. Instinctively, I find my head lulling back as I stare blankly at the ceiling even as sweet bliss floods my senses. You know how good I made you feel, little whore? And you're giving HIM your orgasm?! STOP! You only brought my cub sorrow, bastard. At least Hizashi knows how to please her before himself, you selfish fuckboy.

"Ichan?" Hizashi notices the change instantly and pulls back completely. He turns on his side and covers his bottom half under the covers as he looks at me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Was that too much? I should have–" But he never finishes.

A sob bursts out of my chest. I cover my face with my hands as the aftershocks of my orgasm bleed into the discordant notes of trauma wracking my body. I want to focus on the pleasure but only pain drips down my cheeks.

"He never made me orgasm." I blubber out, whimpers trickling out of my throat. "I-It felt...like I was going to get in trouble because that was the first time...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

"Hey, shh..." He rubs my shoulder and kisses my cheek. "I'm here. No one's going to hurt you. You're allowed to feel good, lovebug. I'm glad I could make you feel good."

I sniffle as I turn over each of his words, breathing through each of them.

"You're not upset...that you didn't orgasm first...?" I ask fearfully.

"Ichan, if I had my way, I'd make you orgasm until my name was the only thing you could say. It's my pleasure to make you feel good. If I orgasm, that's an icing on the cake, but your happiness will always come first for me." He places his hand at my cheek as he looks at me in earnest.

In a tentative attempt at shouldering past the trauma Kigai left and recapturing the mood, I wrap my arms around his neck and tug at his lip with my teeth.

"Thank you." The sentiment hangs in the air like a comforting shroud for a few moments as we just hold each other. I stare up into the tender yellow of his eyes until I think I'm ready to continue. "I'm ready to try more...if you are?"

"I'm ready only if you're sure you're okay." He kisses my forehead again and combs his fingers through my hair. "How do you want me?"

Kigai's voice still tickles my ears as I think about my next request, but I grit my teeth, take a deep breath, and surge forward. You're mine, whore. You don't get to tell me that I'm yours anymore. Because I'm not! "Can...can you kiss me a little more and then...maybe try...going inside?"

It's a big step. I know it's a big step. But my stubborn determination and Shouta's reassurance ringing in my head that Hizashi will stop anytime I ask him makes the decision. Besides, I've always been driven by my emotions. And right now I'm high on feel-good hormones.

"Are you sure, lovebug? I can move slower if you need me to." Even as he says it, I can tell from his expression that he's eager. And who could blame him? I feel the same.

"I'm sure. I'll tell you if it's too much." I promise.

He doesn't go in right away, even after I reassure him. He's good to me and smatters kisses all over every inch of skin he finds while his fingers work me up again. I close my eyes and allow myself to feel good for once. This...this is what intimacy is supposed to feel like.

"I'm going to move in, lovebug." His voice is strained and I feel his hand on my cheek.

I open my eyes and give him a flushed grin. "Okay, Zashi. I'm okay."

As he moves in, I go from okay to good to great to exquisite. It takes some time - he's still very hesitant - but by the time he's fully buried himself inside me, my thoughts are a mixture of electricity and heady clouds. I start realizing why people call it cloud nine.

"Shit..." He breathes in my ear, sending a pleasant tremor straight down my shoulders and spine. He tries to move away from me but I hold him closer. "You okay?"

"Can you...talk in my ear some more...?" I squeak out, my hips already moving to try and get some friction. We've learned auditory cues are a big trigger for me. I wonder if having some positive auditory cues will help me relax? It's worth a shot. But be on your guard.

I can hear him smirk before he chuckles and gets in close again.

"Like this?" He purrs softly, sending my eyes rolling in my head. "Do you want me to tell you how much I love you? How sweet and loveable you are? How gorgeous?" With each word, he washes away my inhibitions and I feel my muscles relaxing. "I'm going to move now, lovebug. You still okay?"

"Yes." I groan, craning my neck over to indulge in a hot kiss.

I pull back and start trailing my fingers around the shells of his ears resulting in a response that makes me feel good inside. I feel his hips spasm and the high-pitched whine he unleashes in my ear has my body shuddering against him.

"So good...touch me more." His pace grows, and so does my need. "Make me feel good with those delicate fingers. Let me make you feel good, too."

"Zashiiiii..." I whine, moving up to lick his ear to see if that makes him feel good too. I'm not disappointed with the sounds he makes. "You feel good...it doesn't hurt...I love you so much." I whimper as he moves faster and harder.

When we're both at our limit and our orgasm begins to clash together in perfect harmony, Kigai's voice tries to interrupt again. No! You're not in control of me anymore. She's not your puppet!

So when we finally break together? Hizashi's name is the only one in my mind and on my lips.

#my hero academia #mha fanfiction #mha #bnha #mha one shot series #mha one shots #bnha one shots #bnha fanfiction #present mic #hizashi yamada #hizashi yamada x oc #present mic x oc #aizawa #shouta #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #aizawa is my bestie for restie #smut #learning how to people again #no longer a puppet #wedding time #hizashi is a patient and precious bean #hollow harmony #oc coping with ptsd #present mic mha

[a-new-superhero]

Shattered (A Jikook Story): Prologue

Summary: Park Jimin was 7 years old when he first saw another little boy staring back at him from the mirror in the hallway of his childhood home, a face that would follow him as he grew up and into a life that is far different from the one he hoped for.

Jeon Jungkook is haunted by the losses he’s suffered and helpless against a father that is deadly in his grief and tearing apart the kingdom that Jungkook will one day rule. His only true comfort is the familiar face of the boy that watches him from the place where his reflection should be.

When their two worlds collide, reality as they each know it will shatter into pieces. But will Jimin and Jungkook be able to free themselves and put the pieces back together? Or is it already too late?

Pairing: Jungkook x Jimin

Warnings: Fantasy AU, supernatural elements, slow burn, mentions of death/violence

Word Count: 1,071

Masterlist || Padlet || AO3

Author's Note: Oh, hi! Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted my writing on Tumblr or written fanfiction at all really. If you've come here from my other blogs then you'll already know that I've previously written for The Walking Dead and Supernatural over @twdsunshine and Sons Of Anarchy over @charmingoutlaws. But both of those blogs are now closed and I'm here writing for BTS instead. Forever a fangirl, I swear.

So, this is obviously my first time writing for these characters and I've basically built a whole new world for them just to make it extra challenging! It's an AU with two different worlds and magick and monsters and all sorts of weird and wonderful things going on, and there will be angst and hurt and comfort and fluff and some spicy moments, and it will all centre around the beautiful Jikook, and you're all going to love it, okay? Okay.

It goes without saying that my characterisation of the boys is based on their public personas/comments made in interviews and such like. I don't know them. They are essentially fictional characters here but I hope you will love them as much as I do.

Are we ready, ARMY? Not sure I am, but here goes nothing.

Let's get it!

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Jimin.

Jimin.

Jimin.

The storm is closing in, rain-heavy clouds rolling overhead.  The thunderous footsteps pursuing the two men reverberate off of the trees that surround them, the thick trunks dense and dark, tangled roots protruding and causing them to trip and stumble as they flee. Jungkook’s heart pounds in time with the name that is repeating in his head.  

Jimin.

Jimin’s palm is sweaty in his, and Jungkook can’t keep himself from casting anxious glances at the other man, taking in the pale cast to his skin, the panic in his wide eyes.  Jimin’s hair is plastered to his forehead, his breath coming in short sharp gasps, and Jungkook fumbles in his pocket for the device he has been given, feeling it slip and slide between his slick fingers.  The switch is right there.  He is so painfully aware of it that it’s almost burning him through the fabric of his pants.  One touch and it will activate, but who knows what will happen then?  Right now, all Jungkook really knows is that Jimin is at his side, running for his life, and it’s his fault.

It is all his fault.

Jimin.

After all, isn’t it because of Jungkook that Jimin is here in the first place?  Not just fleeing from the oncoming troops and their mutts, but in the Geoul Kingdom instead of safe and sound at home in his own world where nobody wants to hurt him, to use him to force Jungkook’s cooperation.  Wasn’t it Jungkook that had sought comfort from the smaller man, needed the strength Jimin brought him in order to do what he should’ve done years ago?  He’d been so close to giving up before Jimin had tumbled into his life, fragile and afraid and so, so lost.  Jungkook had been bordering on apathetic, unable to care any longer about the atrocities he’d witnessed, the cruelty inflicted on his people.  He’d been too worn down by his own divided loyalties to even consider fighting like he should have.  Because he should have fought sooner, so much sooner.  

Jimin.

Jimin.

Perhaps if he had, he wouldn’t be seeing moments from his past flash through the front of his mind, his history in fast forward as his feet pound against the packed earth, wouldn’t be counting his regrets as they come upon the cliff edge faster than he ever would have imagined possible.  He’d thought he’d turned them away from the sheer drop a mile or so back, trying to lead them in a wide curve that would take them to the mountains, where they could maybe lose their pursuers in the rocky outcrops, regroup and recover, but here they are: nothing but air in front of them, towering waves whipped up by the fierce wind ready to toss them around and tug them down and steal the breath from their lungs.

No…

Jimin.

Jungkook’s feet send loose stones clattering over the edge of the rock face as he skids to a stop, throwing his free arm out to curl around Jimin’s waist and bring him to a sudden, jarring halt.  He can feel the ragged rise and fall of Jimin’s chest as he pants, whipping his head left and right as he searches desperately for a way out.  

There isn’t one.  Jungkook knows it.  He knows this land, these woods, the wild rugged cut of the coast.  It’s his home after all, the Kingdom he had been born to one day rule, that he loves too fiercely to leave but has been too weak to stand up and protect.  

Jimin.

Oh Gods, Jimin.

Breathless shouts reach his ears above the gale, at the same time as shadowy figures appear from between the trees at their back, some moving in formation and sporting weapons, others creeping low to the ground, bodies taut with tension and rumbling with deep, hungry growls.  They lurk in his peripheral vision as he stares at Jimin, his hand buried deep in his pocket once again, drawing up every ounce of faith he has as he fists the device and draws it out into the open.  He watches as the other man’s gaze drops to take it in before meeting his, a look of understanding in Jimin’s eyes that Jungkook swears he can feel deep in his heart, steadying him as he runs the pad of his thumb over the switch.

“Do you trust me?”  The words are snatched away by the howling wind, too quiet to be able to stand up to its wrath, but, when Jimin nods without hesitation, he takes it as the confirmation he needs it to be.  “Okay.”

He readjusts his grip on the smaller man, their fingers lacing together, sticky and searing hot with exertion, but solid, reassuring all the same.  Because even in the midst of the chaos and the fear and the torrential downpour that has been unleashed upon them, Jimin is all that Jungkook can really see, all that he can feel.  Just Jimin, watching, waiting, trusting, hoping…  And Jungkook hopes too; hopes that this won’t be the end for them when they’ve only really just begun.

Around them, soldiers ready their rifles.  They’ve formed into a tight semi-circle, trapping the two men between themselves and the sea, as their mutts pace back and forth behind them, strings of drool dripping from their gnashing jaws, but Jungkook shuts them all out, keeps his attention on Jimin, swallowing hard as the other man nods again.  

“Let’s go, Kook.”  He follows the movement of Jimin’s lips as he urges him on, still offering him strength even as his life hangs in the balance.  Because this is Jimin, and of course he’s selflessly trying to be there for him even as the world around them crumbles.  So, Jungkook has to be strong, he has to.  For him.

Jimin.

He casts one fleeting look at the troops that trap them, condemning them to their fate on his own father’s orders, and then he fidgets with the device once more, deaf to the commands being bellowed at them across the open clifftop.

“On three,” he murmurs, tugging Jimin a step closer to the edge, still gripping him tight.  “One…

Two…

Three!”

He jumps, propelling himself forward and pulling Jimin with him into empty air, plummeting downwards as the breath is punched from his lungs.

Jimin.

Jimin.

Jimin.

Ji-

A flash of lightning blinds him, and Jungkook flips the switch.

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[furreservation24]

I like scp, I'm even responsible for 682 in ask. This is a small reference from there. Translation:

(1)

SCP-682 - Hard-to-Destroy Reptile Height; 2.5+ meters Weight; 400+ kilograms Humanoid like body with an elongated torso, well-developed chest and shoulders, and legs that are short relative to the rest of the body. Reptile moves faster on all fours and in water. Keep distance from people and rarely makes contact, On questions about his (or past of some other speciement) past Responds reluctantly or does not answer at all. Communicates important information only when he thinks it is necessary, but because of boredom he often does not mind chatting. To allied people is biased and skeptical, rarely makes concessions and is willing to follow the instructions of only those in whom he sees leadership (in his opinion) qualities. The Lizard himself is incredibly proud and willful. He will try to kill anyone who dares to shake these qualities in any way he can. He communicates more willingly with those he trusts, but he can still be rude and aggressive even when showing affection. Very patient and thoughtful. He does not hide the fact that he acts in his own interests and claims that coincidences with people's goals are just coincidences.

-Has a high intelligence; -Rather lazy and apathetic; -Can eat anything; -His body is toxic and carries many infections; -Doesn't remember names and makes up nicknames instead; -Sometimes nicknames become basis for offensive jokes, or already offensive jokes; -Easily loses his temper; -Sometimes reads with glasses due to farsightedness; -Knows most human languages, including dead languages and those used in other dimensions; -Has defended 15 doctorates; -Fears SCP-2935; -Thinks he and SCP-076-2 are alike; -One of his wounds never regenerates; -Considers it incredibly foolish to trust SCP-073; -Keep gifts; -He is very tactile and loves to have his neck, stomach, and back scratched, but only allows this to happen to a few and is very embarrassed by his small weakness; -Those whom he sympathizes, often does gentle bite (although people do not do without bruises and small cuts); -He is a hermaphrodite; -He has a vital need to destroy something or bring suffering to avoid stress, because it takes a lot of energy to contain anger; -He is actually afraid of people; -As a Deva 682 is still a very young individual and translating his age into human terms, you could say he is still a teenager; -DON'T CALL HIM TARASQUE; -Hates the Scarlet King far more than anyone else; -Doubts (fears?) that he change something before he is killed for good.

(2)

Likes: Water; Swimming: Spoiled and/or unhealthy food; Destroy; Being alone; SCP-1762; SCP-3000; Summer; Slumbering in the sun; Hearing the wind; Sleeping by piling on top of someone; Sandy beaches; Bully someone; Biting; Tear apart;

Dislikes: People; Crowds; Washing; SCP-999; Reptiles; Scarlet King; Ask for help; His name; When called Dragon/Tarask; Showing emotion; Missing someone or something; Loneliness; Pain; Boredom; 

(3)

SCP-682 from Omega-7 Squad (Pandora's Box). A stretchy, well-woven, tight and fire-resistant fabric is used to reduce damage (to both the reptile and the suit itself) without constricting movement. Shoes are not provided for the free use of claws. Clothing is sewn individually due to the peculiarities of the body structure. Cylinders with special mixtures for inducing mutation and adapting to it (like improving regeneration or muscle growth) are attached to the belt. SCP-682 in a D-class robe. A XXXXXL size with custom tailoring is required due to 682's physical features. However, he often tears his clothes and finds them uncomfortable.

#scp foundation #scp 682 #scp-682 #my art #traditionalart

[justlarkin]

Can you make an analysis of Fuxi’s character so he can be understood? Some hate him because of the doxxing but I know he’s different from the other WRs. Now that I know his reasons calling him a siscon seems wrong…

Idk why but my brain completely blanked out when you asked this. Okay, so I have mentioned a lot of this before, but I'll go ahead and give you the full run-down.

-With the main two misconceptions about him: 1) No. It has never been mentioned or implied that he was abusive towards his sister and they didn't have a sexual/romantic relationship nor did he want that type of relationship with her. Fuxi literally hasn't even flirted with MC yet, he's not into it. He's just a weird dude who dotes on his sister too much. That's it. 2) Fuxi isn't the one who doxxed MC. It was the other Invaders like Masanori, Perun, and Volkh who did it. BUT Fuxi was aware that they were going to do it and let it happen because it'd be convenient for him, which was a shitty thing to do. 'Kay? 'Kay.

-Personality: Fuxi comes off as a kind, well-mannered gentleman, but he is mostly apathetic and a bit manipulative. Fuxi has become indifferent to everything due to his future telling ability and the repetitive destruction of Penglai, so he doesn't particularly care for much. For example: Fuxi doesn't horde things such as wealth and he's indifferent towards the world and others. He can also be a bit of a manipulator because he knows exactly what to say to convince others to do what he wants. When it comes to his sister he genuinely loves them and is overprotective of them. It isn't some weird manipulation tactic, his feelings are genuine. Even if he did try to mess with MC/Nüwa, it wouldn't work because they can easily see through him. Fuxi's more petty and immature side also comes out when it comes to them since he's not afraid to do dumb shit for their attention and affection.

-Nüwa: Fuxi and Nüwa were the only survivors every time the world was destroyed, so Nüwa could be considered the most stable thing in his life. Even if the world ended and everyone else died, he could rely on Nüwa to be with him. Fuxi dedicated himself to protecting his sister, even going as far as viewing it as his only purpose in life. When it comes to Fuxi's boredom and indifference towards the world, Nüwa was the only exception. She was the only one Fuxi could never predict or understand and she was the only one who moved his heart. Nothing else really interested him, so Fuxi kinda just made Nüwa his hyperfixation. Unfortunately though, Fuxi's apathy made him view everything Nüwa did as pointless and caused him to develop the tendency to wait around and watch things happen before swooping in last minute, which Nüwa disliked about him. As mentioned before, Nüwa knew that Fuxi was looking down on her, so she did the same to him and eventually left Penglai.

-Siscon: His obsessive siscon trait is often written off as a joke, but Fuxi is like that because he's legitimately mentally unwell. That's not an exaggeration or joke. After losing Nüwa, the only one he loved and his only purpose in living, Fuxi became increasingly unstable. On top of that, Tokyo and the loops made all of the world representatives more unstable in general and they all began to indulge in their worse traits. So he was already going through it and Tokyo made him 12x worse when he got there. I'm sure he already had siscon tendencies when Nüwa was there, but he went completely off the wall by the time we were introduced to him.

Anyways, I think Fuxi is just a flawed man who is capable of both good and bad things, but I admire his dedication and love towards his sister… even though he's weird about it. Plus he's really fuckin goofy and that's funny.

#ask #overly analytical rantings

[animeyanderelover]

OMG hiii ! How are you enjoying in your holidays? I hope you're doing well! As for me, this is my first time being so early, so I would like to request the Heiwajima brothers sharing a darling. Since they're close, I think it'll work out well? (I'm also looking forward to how yandere Kasuka would be)

I find it funny and depressing at the same time how I received this request in the summer holidays 2022 and finally write it in the spring holidays 2023.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, protective behavior, stalking, some violence

Sharing a darling

🚬▪️Both of them have grown somewhat distant after Izaya caused Shizuo to lose his job despite him promising Kasuka that he would keep working. Then there's also quite obviously Kasuka's position in the showbiz and his often very busy schedule yet both of them retain a good relationship with each other where both of them care for each other. Both of them are two polar opposites too with Shizuo possessing a incredibly short temper and Kasuka making up for it by being the level-headed and almost apathetic counterpart. The younger brother feels some sort of responsibility when it comes to his brother. It can be left open how their darling got mixed in between all of that. They could be someone both have known since childhood, could be a citizen in Ikebukuro or even be someone also working in the showbiz. The easiest way for both of them to fall for someone though would probably be with someone they've known since childhood, before both of them grew distant and Kasuka became famous which would make them the connection that kept them from growing so distant from each other back then.

🚬▪️Kasuka shows his emotions rarely so his obsession flies under the radar but Shizuo is a different story. He's extremely protective and low-key possessive since he's used to being lonely because everyone fears him for his violent outbursts. He might try to avoid you at first since he's terrified of hurting you too, even if inadvertently but deep down he longs for you and your love. I mean, he certainly tries to hide his attraction but his raging jealousy and outbursts as soon as someone makes you cry make his feelings and intentions clear. You caught him multiple times trailing behind you since stealth isn't his strength, especially not if he catches someone flirting with you or making you uncomfortable. His heart is transparent, especially for his younger brother who has known him the longest. Kasuka knows what his brother feels and also knows that his brother is quite obsessed with you. Most people assume that Shizuo likes you anyways but differently from most, Kasuka notices that this goes deeper and is the reason why Shizuo acts even more irritated than normally. His older brother is confused and afraid.

🚬▪️Shizuo's even worse temper because of his inability to regulate his overpouring emotions thanks to you has to stop though. His brother only hurts himself and you too by constantly trying to push you away because of his fear to hurt you, which he already does by rejecting you. So the younger brother takes it upon himself to have this conversation with his brother at one point since things just can't continue like this. He's very straightforward with Shizuo too, tells him that he hurts your feelings by ignoring and avoiding you although he does understand why his older brother is behaving that way. Kasuka knows already that both of them harbor the same sort of feelings for you, Shizuo doesn't know until Kasuka admits his own feelings which shocks him. There's a sense of shame since he's always so easy to read whilst Kasuka expresses rarely openly his emotions and for that is harder to understand. There's a short awkward tension between those two which mainly comes from Shizuo.

🚬▪️Kasuka after all has known since a while, had time to accept that fact whilst everything is new to Shizuo. Obviously he doesn't hate his brother and Kasuka has most likely already suggested the option of sharing. Largely because he cares for Shizuo but also because he can imagine very well what would happen if Shizuo wouldn't be able to see you and love you, tying into Kasuka's feeling that he has to take responsibility for his older brother's temper and outbursts which would surely be even worse due to his obsession. From Shizuo's point of view, Kasuka's option makes the most sense since he also knows that your absence is poison for his temper. It just feels a little bit weird at first, thinking about having a polyamorous relationship since he never considered something like that before. Kasuka most likely imagines that Shizuo needs a bit of time to get used to that thought and gives him that time. In the end both agree to share since they're close to each other.

🚬▪️Shizuo has no idea to even bring that idea up to you though and so Kasuka takes charge of most of the talking when they bring it up to you, additionally forces his brother to apologize for hurting your feelings by avoiding you. If you request time to consider their suggestion, they both will give you time. Shizuo is a bit impatient and itchy though, worried what will happen if you reject that idea and will also start to think weirdly about both of them for bringing such an idea even up. Kasuka just tells him to wait for now. They will start worrying about that if it really happens. You relieve both of them by eventually agreeing though. The planning and troubles are far from over though as there arises a small discussion with whom you should stay. Kasuka has his schedules, his shootings and all his meetings to attend to due to his position as a star which means that him and Shizuo can't have you by their side at the same time. Staying with Shizuo is in the end the better decision as Kasuka is worried for you.

🚬▪️He has paparazzi and obsessive fans so he doesn't know how safe your personal space and identity would be if you were to come with him. Both of the brothers also agree that they'd like to keep the polyamourous relationship a secret although Kasuka is realistic enough to know that at one point someone will eventually find out. So he leaves you in Shizuo's hands, knows that he's capable of protecting you. It's maybe not what he really desires but it's the safer option, especially if he knows that you'd be uncomfortable to be exposed to flashing lights and hate mails from upset admirers of his. So you end up staying with Shizuo who is mildly nervous of the aspect of loving and providing for you. He has a job as a bodyguard for a debt collectors agency but doesn't earn the most money. At least not enough money to treat and spoil you like he might want to do. Kasuka helps him by sending him money since he also wants to do something for their darling, even if he's busy with his shootings.

🚬▪️The poor man is so awkward at the beginning of the relationship though as the tenderness and affection you give him almost overwhelms him. He's, very frankly spoken, just not used to the affection of someone else and doesn't seem to know what he's supposed to do. The only thing he really knows to do well is using his strength to beat others up. So you might have a bit of a rough start with him as he still tends to push you away here and there and might say something that ends up hurting your feelings a bit. He feels so guilty every time he notices how he hurts your feelings though which only continues to smash down his self-esteem. You endure it though, something that genuinely touches him and only hits him with more guilt whenever you give him space and time. Shizuo feels the desperate need to repay you for your kindness and affection somehow, something that doesn't only include protecting you by essentially scaring everyone away with his strength.

🚬▪️Physical affection is something he secretly dreads due to his strength. He's just so scared that he might hurt you and bruise you which is why he is exceptionally gentle whenever he hugs you or holds your hands, something that continues to fluster him greatly every time it happens. He secretly loves it though when his s/o is affectionate with him. He's like a dry sponge soaking everything up that his s/o does for him. Compliments, hugs, kisses, presents, all things he never received much during childhood and adulthood. He's still greatly insecure about himself though and whenever he loses his temper or accidentally says or does something that hurts you, he succumbs to insecurities. He envies Kasuka a lot for his controlled demeanor, sometimes even fears that you'll end up turning completely to Kasuka. He'd completely understand why you'd do that but that doesn't make the thought hurt any less.

🚬▪️You see how genuinely hard Shizuo is trying though, even with his explosive temper and jealousy. He even attempts to become a better cook to prepare meals for you when he invites you over, does his best to buy you little things in hopes of making you happy. With Kasuka on the other hand you often chat and he calls you a few times a week to hear how you're doing and how Shizuo is doing. At times you and Shizuo worry that he feels secretly jealous and left out since he's such a busy man but if he is, he never lets anyone notice it. He just provides Shizuo and you with some of the money he's earned and you tend to get presents sent to you by him. Some of them are too expensive for your taste and if you tell him that you'd feel too guilty receiving presents in a certain price range, Kasuka is considerate enough gift you what you like within an acceptable price to pay. At times he tends to feel a bit annoyed and guilty for having so little time to spend with his s/o so presents tend to be a way of apologizing for him.

🚬▪️When Kasuka has free time on his hands and knows about it beforehand, he plans with Shizuo and you to meet and to be sneaky enough to not let any of his fans and paparazzi find him. In almost all of the cases, Shizuo leaves you alone with him unless Kasuka specifically asks him to tag along. You spend so much time with him after all, his younger brother deserves some time with you alone since he has so little with you. That seems to be a silent agreement between the two brothers and Kasuka appreciates it since the lack of time he can spend with you tends to get to him, he just hides it better. You two have to stay hidden though to minimize the risk of being caught together which tends to limit the things you can do together. Whilst that might upset you a bit, Kasuka is just grateful to be able to have you to himself for a while at all. He has a wide range of hobbies though and if you tell him that you'd like to try one of them out with him, he'll try to arrange things so that you two can do it.

🚬▪️Considering that a few of his hobbies include flower arrangement and painting, you tend to get a lot of bouquets and paintings he did himself to make it more personal. The difference between the two brothers is almost painfully obvious. You can always read Shizuo and always have to try to tame his temper, Kasuka on the other hand is silent and you can't decipher him as easily as you can his older brother. Kasuka doesn't speak too much, mainly because he just likes listening to you talking and watching you. He's very straightforward though so if he notices that something is on your mind, he'll ask you about it rather quickly. He's more collected, a better observer which can make him more risky in the way that he's better to read your facial expression and your body language. Due to the lack of emotions he expresses, it makes him in return harder to read which could make for a rather effective manipulater if he'd ever do so. Luckily both brothers lie seldom to you.

🚬▪️Shizuo is the one mainly protecting you and keeping you safe with his strength which is already enough to make even the less sane person think thrice about hurting you. If Kasuka gets to know about a problem that Shizuo can't solve with sheer imtimidation and his violent temper alone, he will do something too though. He might not be as physically strong as his older brother but he has other ways, mainly a lot of connections and the ability to spread rumors. Social platforms can be a scary thing after all. They truly are like night and day if both of them are able to spend together time with you. Kasuka is comfortable with your affection and initiates it himself, Shizuo still tends to still get shy and embarrassed about it which results in slight envy but it's nothing serious. Kasuka could be considered as the brain of the relationship since he, due to his composure, isn't swayed as easily by his emotions. He doesn't claim the control in the relationship though, Shizuo often just thinks of him as more suited to make plans although if he has an objection, Kasuka listens to him.

#yandere durarara!! #yandere durarara #yandere drr #yandere shizuo #yandere heiwajima shizuo #yandere kasuka #yandere heiwajima kasuka

[misssakuramochi]

hello! 🗣️ i'm wondering if i could get a matchup for baldur's gate?? slight preference for men but ladies are ok too!

personality traits (and notes): introverted (distant, disinterested, little interest in getting close to many people, does not get lonely), extremely independent (often refuses to rely on others, hates when people step in to help without me asking for help), confident (arrogant, a bit prideful), straightforward (blunt, sometimes tactless), even-tempered (somewhat apathetic, rarely has strong emotional reactions, but is baseline content almost always), good sense of humor, playful, teasing, mischievous, realist that leans optimistic, curious (nosey, loves gossip), a bit of a troublemaker/rulebreaker, does not shy away from conflict (a bit combative with authority and people who don’t know what they’re doing), not sentimental, does not hold onto regrets, good at self-reflection, cold and a little mean when upset with someone.

hobbies: drawing, painting (watercolor, acrylic), baking, cosplay, reading, taking care of plants, thrill-seeking activities.

likes: cats, sweets, good food, lattes, aromatic candles, cool weather, traveling, piercings, tattoos, puns (!), lazy days, learning foreign languages, cleaning, new experiences, people with a good sense of humor (quite subjective), when people banter back with me, people who let me tease them, people who develop their own opinions but are still willing to listen to other perspectives.

dislikes: bitter foods, strong scents, pessimism, hot weather, feeling restricted, possessiveness, conformity, having to be responsible for others, when people don’t stand up for themselves (i tend to look down on/clash with people who are overly insecure), overly anxious people, people-pleasers, when people act condescending towards me, people who try to force conversation with me.

types: intj-a ; 7w8 (yes i know type 7 is super uncommon for intj) ; love languages: physical touch, quality time.

misc.: clumsy ; accidentally misuses slang or phrases bc i can never remember how they go (e.g. “bust this popsicle stand” instead of “blow this popsicle stand”) ; able to pick up new skills relatively quickly ; studied french, korean, and latin in uni (also studied abroad in korea) ; majors in international cultures/languages + minors in psychology and medieval history ; prone to being a bit directionless in life ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations ; life approach: to live a life of varied experiences, to not take life too seriously, to not dwell too much on the past.

I match you with...

HALSIN

○ Halsin values honesty and while you can be a little too straightforward sometimes, he appreciates that you don't make him guess what you're thinking. He's not whatsoever easily offended so most of your remarks wash right off of his shoulders or even make him laugh. He doesn't mind that you come across as a little cold - he knows a good person when he meets one. That being said, he's not spineless and isn't afraid to tell you if you've gone too far.

○ You balance one another emotionally. Halsin is a very passionate man, and you are much less prone to strong emotional reactions. You help keep him regulated and he helps you find purpose and direction.

○ Physical touch is an important thing for both of you. Halsin isn't uncomfortably touchy, but a calm hand on the small of your back or lithe fingers in his hair give reassurance and comfort even in the most stressful of times. Most times he's got a hand on your shoulder or fingers wrapped in yours. You both feel safer, stronger, when you can feel the other there.

○ Halsin is mature. He's seen many things and he's accepting. You want, it seems, someone open-minded and listens even when they may believe something different. Halsin is your guy. He loves to have deep talks with you about worldview and your own open-mindedness gives him new perspective he loves to chew on.

HEADCANONS

○ Halsin loves to tease, so banter is common. He especially loves it when his adrenaline is high and his focus is on you. This means that the two of you find yourselves flirting on the battlefield quite often. It makes fighting almost fun, sort of a competition between the two of you.

○ Halsin adores your clumsy side. You're usually sp confident and powerful in his eyes that he can't help bit he endeared when you trip over yourself. He's not the type to run to your rescue because he knows you don't need a knight in shining armor, but when things are too much he's always got your back.

○ Once all is said and done I can see the two of you traveling the world together. You would learn about all the different cultures along the way, and Halsin would explore the natural world. Both of you are always earning and growing together

○ Halsin is a frequent subject of your painting. He insists on posing for each canvas you coat for him and takes increasingly ridiculous poses to make you laugh.

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Hello!!! I hope you enjoy your match!! Thank you again for trading with me, I look forward to reading your half (though there's no rush!)

#matchups #headcanon #baldurs gate 3 #halsin

[miniscule-meow]

Next Best Thing

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"Do you actually like it this cold?" She asks looking up at him. They're watching a movie inside today. Normally, they would set up a projector to show the movie on the side of the house, and Felix would grow to his full height. But the weather outside is too cold and wet to try to do that today. He's larger than his true height, which is about the same as Charlie's height at 5'9", but he is significantly smaller than the full height he would typically grow to. She isn't sure how tall that is exactly. She just knows that it's so large he wouldn't be able to really fit in his house. Currently, he's just oversized, sprawled out on the couch next to her. Still, she is easily dwarfed by him.

"It doesn't bother me." He shrugs, "Why? You're cold?" He asks looking her way.

"How are you not?? I'm seriously freezing! Do you have like a blanket or something?" She looks around, most people would have a blanket on the back of the couch or something, but Felix isn't like 'most people ' in more than one way. Maybe it has something to do with his ability to be so large, he doesn't need to be as warm. Or maybe he's just odd and likes being cold.

"I uh... Not really actually, sorry." He looks at her apologetically.

"You don't own... any blankets?" She asks.

"I have the comforter on my bed. That's about it. You see, blankets are more annoying than anything when you're my size. Because, they're never as big as you want them to be, but then if your normal sized they're just too big and" he rambles before he catches himself, and sees her shivering next to him, "Ah, sorry... Here." He reaches over, his extra-large hands wrapping easily around her middle, and he pulls her onto his lap. His massive arms fold around her, surrounding her with his warmth.

Immediately, her face gets hot, but that's just from her blushing. She didn't think that Felix was a particularly cuddly person, so being pulled this close to him just caught her off guard. Typically, when they hang out they're either somewhere like a restaurant or the library, or he's absolutely massive. So, she supposes that he doesn't get a lot of opportunities to be very physical, even if he wanted to be.

Now that she's thinking about it, he's only ever held her twice when he was gigantic. Once when he saved her from that bear, and they both learned that she was afraid of heights. Then the other time - well, she doesn't like thinking about that very much. The other time was during their stupid fight. She remembers dangling roughly from his fingers, held high above his head. The apathetic look he had in his eyes as he let her free fall for a moment before snatching her out of the air with his other hand. No, that wasn't a great time, but it's behind them now, they're fine. And now, here he is, cuddling her like a stuffed animal.

"Next best thing, yeah? Oh, I should've asked. Uh, is this alright?" His voice rumbling through her breaks her from her thoughts.

"I've never related to a housecat more than right now." She laughs, his arms start to pull away, "Wait, I don't mind! This is nice." She grabs his wrist, or at least trying to, her hand isn't big enough to really grab him. She guides his arm back over her. "It's - yes. You're really warm... Thank you."

They settle in to continue watching the movie, his cheek gently rests against her head. Charlie's heart just swells; there's just something about being completely surrounded by warmth. His heartbeat thrums against her, his breathing rustles gently through her hair. She feels completely safe, and cozier than she's probably ever felt before. She is really glad that Felix is apparently a cuddly person. She really didn't expect him to be. She would have been fine with a blanket, but this is so much nicer.

She decides that she quite likes him at this size. He seems very comfortable like this. A lot of times when he gets really big, he seems stressed. Even when they're just hanging out. She supposes he has a lot to think about being that size. He has to be mindful of where he is and where she is, how loud he's being, and how fast he's moving. But at this size, he can still be inside, he can still talk normally and he doesn't have to worry as much. He just can't use the TV remote very easily. It was kind of funny honestly, watching his massive fingers fumble with the tiny buttons before giving up and handing it over to her.

About half way through the movie Charlie notices that his breathing slows, becoming long and even. She shifts a bit, but her movements are limited in his arms. He doesn't respond to her wiggling. She thinks he's asleep. She tries to peak up at his face, but she doesn't have a good angle. Her cheeks grow warm once more, he's actually fallen asleep holding her. Well. It looks like she'll be stuck here for a while. There are worse places to be.

#g/t #giant tiny #gt #g/t writing #g/t community #g/t story #tiny #giant #my writing #charlie and felix #platonic cuddles #these two #they are just so soft #ive never done much with the minigiant size range before #but this was fun #i love them