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Firefighter Au? Our Coccam crew would be pretty much the best firefighters with their warrior skills. So, could you please write Modern Sihtric x Reader where he is a firefighter and helps her. Idk if her house was burning that's pretty brutal or something minor like a cat on a tree. Whatever you feel like. And could it be a bit longer, like a slow burn with a smut at the end. You know what I really liked your submissive Sihtric from that back to past story. So maybe something like that? I feel like I expect too much and I don't want to interrupt your creative flow. Really, it's a blessing you have an account here and write so much amazing stories. Thank you!

Note: thank you so much for your kind words and for this request! I hope it meets your expectations. Also, for the first time I tied in some songs that I was listening to when writing this, might be fun if readers check them out to get the vibe, you know? ...or not, if you don't feel like it! but uhh yeah... is it hot in here? and sorry for all the bad puns, I can't help myself.

Warnings: fluff! some angst, some spicy bits and some smut. 18+! mention of (house)fire, smoking/cigarettes.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: A hot as heck firefighter had to rescue your cat, and your heart was burning for him ever since.

Word count: 8k (woops)

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'You really want me to strip for you, huh?'

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'I'm so sorry, I really am!'

'No worries, lady,' the firefighter smiled, who happened to be smoking hot and spoke with an accent. He walked over to you, holding your cat in his arms as his colleagues sat grinning in the firetruck.

'Oh, Mister Meow Meow,' you cooed when the man handed you the cat, 'why did you get up in that tree, little fuzz ball?'

'Mister Meow Meow?' the firefighter, with beautiful mismatched eyes, chuckled.

'Yeah, I… I have no excuse for that name,' you giggled and hid behind the cat. 'But, I really am sorry. I know you guys have better things to do than rescuing cats out of trees.'

'Actually… I'm glad it was a cat this time,' the man said, raking his tattooed fingers through his short, dark hair, exposing a tattoo on the side of his head, and neck, as he turned his face to the side. 'This street has a lot of fires. So when I saw the address I expected the worst, but I was happy to read it was just a cat stuck in a tree. And no need to feel bad, my cat does this all the time too,' he shrugged with a sweet smile as he petted Mister Meow Meow.

'Wait, what do you mean a lot of fires?' you asked.

The man frowned and you quickly told him you had only moved in about a month ago, and so far, you hadn't seen or heard anything about fires in your street. The pretty boy explained that some of the older houses in your street have faulty gas cylinders, used for cooking, which causes gas leaks on the regular.

'Add a candle or cigarette to that and you know…' he mimics an explosion.

'Are people not aware of that problem?' you felt a little spooked.

'Oh, no, they are. The government has sent out letters to everyone in this street, after we urged them, and some people replaced everything. But there are so many people who always think it won't happen to them. Until, you know...'

'Do I have… how do I know if my gas… cycles?'

'Cylinders.'

'Yes, those things...'

'If they're safe?'

'Yeah?'

'Well,' the handsome man looked over your shoulder at your house, frowning lightly as he bit down on his lip, 'yours should be fine, really. As you just moved in, they can't sell or rent out homes anymore without renewing the cylinders here.'

'Oh,' you smiled nervously.

'But… I mean, I could take a look at it, if that makes you sleep better at night?'

'Would you?' you asked shyly.

'Of course, lady. Wouldn't want Mister Meow Meow here to burn to a crisp - Gods, I mean, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that was inappropriate, I… I'm,' he stammered and sighed, 'firefighter humour,' he grimaced and looked down to his feet.

You chuckled as his cheeks coloured a shade of red, 'It's okay, I get it. And I indeed would not want Mister Meow Meow to burn to a… crisp.'

The man laughed softly and you told him to follow inside. You apologised for the many unpacked boxes, you have just been lazy with unpacking. The man appreciated your honesty and checked the gas cylinder. You quietly studied him as he was busy. He was wearing the full firefighter gear, but you knew his body had to be muscular by the quick glimpse of his form fitting shirt underneath his jacket. The man was handsome and lean, and you wondered how he got the scars on his face, which gave him a rough look, in a good way. After a quick inspection he said everything was perfectly safe. You thanked him and he gave Mister Meow Meow a belly rub as his colleagues became impatient.

'Oi, hot shot!' one of the firefighters shouted with a thick Irish accent, urging him to hurry.

'I had to pet the cat, okay?' the hot shot shouted back as he walked out your door. He turned to wish you a good evening and told you to keep an eye on the cat, to which you simply smiled.

'Oh, and I don't mean to be rude,' he said, 'but you really gotta unpack those boxes, you know? Clear the floor. It's a fire hazard.'

'Oh, I… yeah, I - I will.'

'You better,' he said softly and smiled, quickly looking you up and down before he turned and jogged towards the firetruck.

'Wait! What's your name?' you called after him.

'Sihtric, lady,' still smiling when he looked back at you.

'Sihtric,' you repeated softly, making sure you'd remember, 'my name is-'

'I know your name, lady,' he said with a sly smile before he climbed in the truck, 'we always see who made the call.'

Sihtric winked with a cheeky smile and saluted you with his right hand, closing the truck's door with his left, after which his colleague hit the gas.

And just like that, a firefighter had set your heart ablaze on a warm summer evening.

*************

Almost two weeks had passed since your cat had climbed up the tree in your frontyard. And you knew exactly what was going on when you heard a loud, out of tune meow outside. There was only one cat with that horrible sound of a meow, and you looked out the window to find your fluffy cat up in the same tree again. You ran outside and tried to 'pss pss pss' him down, but to no avail.

'Mister Meow Meow!' you groaned, 'you're an embarrassment to this family!'

You looked around and caught the lady next door frowning at you from behind her kitchen window.

'You can not seriously make me call the fire brigade again,' you muttered and buried your face in your hands. But Mister Meow Meow insisted on being rescued by a firefighter again.

Full of shame you sat on your porch as a fire brigade commander truck pulled up to your driveway. You were confused that it was not the ladder truck with 4 men strong, like last time, and your cheeks were on fire when you saw Sihtric stepped out of the truck, with a smirk. Once again in full gear, this time accompanied by black sunglasses, which he took off as he neared you.

'Mister Meow Meow?' he grinned.

'I feel horrible,' you admitted.

'No need,' Sihtric reassured you and walked over to the tree, being greeted by your cat, who started to hiss at him from a safe distance.

'Oh, tough boy, are we?' Sihtric chuckled at the cat, 'but not tough enough to get out of the tree yourself, huh?'

'I think he's a little disappointed that the rescue operation is not as dramatic as last time,' you laughed and nodded towards the simple truck.

'Yeah, sorry to disappoint, Mister Meow Meow, it's just me today,' Sihtric yelled up to the cat and then turned to you, 'we got the call and I recognised your name and, obviously, this street too. So I already knew what was going on when I saw the word cat in the message. And also, this tree is easy to climb, so we didn't even really need the ladder last time,' he confessed, 'we had a slow day last time. The whole thing was just for show, lady,' Sihtric winked. You smiled and found yourself twirling your hair while you had been listening to him.

Sihtric stepped towards the tree, took off his black bunker jacket and threw it onto your lawn, revealing the tight, white tank top he wore underneath. Your jaw dropped slightly as your eyes grew big, scanning every inch of his insanely toned biceps and broad shoulders as he pulled himself up into your tree. You felt your temperature rise and wondered what he looked like without that tank top, in just those black bunker pants with his red suspenders and black boots. You contemplated arson just to find out and thought he could probably set fire to your bed.

At the same time, the lady next door looked up from her cooking book, out the kitchen window, and lowered her reading glasses at the sight of the flaming hot fireman who flexed his muscles with each pull upwards. A few moms who were pushing their strollers also stopped, curious to see what was happening when they noticed the modest firetruck.

You all had the same hungry look on your faces and held your breath when Sihtric, with those toned, veiny, sweat glistening arms, finally reached Mister Meow Meow, who was clearly not impressed by the man's appearance, and clawed Sihtric in the face when he managed to pull the cat towards him. You all gasped, but Sihtric didn't even flinch at the cat's assault and he carefully climbed down. You all watched his movements and wished those pants he was wearing were tighter.

'Let's see how tough you are next time you're in that tree,' Sihtric hissed at the cat who was dramatically meowing as he was pressed between Sihtric's chest and his muscular arm. Sihtric took a small leap out the tree and landed with both feet on the ground, he turned around and was greeted by a scattered group of women, who looked at him as if they hadn't seen a man in years.

He rolled his eyes, quickly handed you the cat and grabbed his coat off your lawn.

'Oh my god,' you said, 'I'm so sorry, are you okay?'

'What?' Sihtric frowned.

'Your face, my cat… he scratched you. You're bleeding a little.'

'Oh,' Sihtric smiled and wiped his cheek, smudging some blood across his face as he did, and each woman there felt a shiver go down their spine. Sihtric looked at his slightly blooded palm and shrugged, 'nah, it's nothing, lady.'

'So… can I… I don't get fined at some point, right? For calling the fire brigade every time this happens?'

'No, that won't happen. Otherwise I'll fix that for you,' he smiled and wiped his hands clean on his tank top and noticed that a bunch of women were still staring at him. He sighed.

'Show's over, ladies,' he said sternly, startling the women who made haste to continue about their day.

'Sorry about that too,' you blushed.

'Nah,' Sihtric clicked his tongue, 'pros and cons of the job I suppose,' he cleared his throat, 'hey, did you make any progress unpacking those boxes?'

'Yes, most of it has been unpacked. Just some heavier stuff left still, but the floor has a path now,' you chuckled and started to walk towards your porch.

'Good to hear,' Sihtric smiled, 'do you need any help? Moving the heavier stuff I mean?'

'Oh. Ehm… well… actually, yes,' you admitted shyly.

'Want me to help you out?'

'Would you do that? I mean aren't you working right now?'

'Yeah,' he shrugged with a smirk, 'helping a pretty lady out could be considered part of the job. Besides it's a slow day again, I have a few minut-,' Sihtric got interrupted by his radio in the truck.

He looked down with a half smile and shook his head lightly. The whole day there had been zero incidents, apart from your cat being stuck, and just when he wanted to make his move someone called in an emergency. The gods weren't on his side today, he figured.

'I'm sorry, I have to respond,' he gestured to the truck.

'No, of course,' you said, understanding.

You watched him walk up to the truck and, as he communicated with someone through the radio, you shoved your cat back inside the house and closed the door. When you walked back out again, Sihtric walked up to you.

'I'm really sorry, I gotta go. I'd love to help you out but someone's stuck in an elevator, and apparently they don't want to wait around,' he joked.

'Oh, god,' you chuckled lightly, 'it's okay, I'll find a way to drag the heavy stuff up the stairs sometime.'

'You do that,' he smiled sweetly, reluctantly stepping back as he really had to go, 'or, you know… next time that cat of yours gets up in that tree again I might have more time.'

'Next time?' you frowned, watching Sihtric open the car door and he chuckled.

'Yeah… I'm sure I'll see you again, lady,' Sihtric winked, put his sunglasses back on and got in the car.

'Fucking idiot,' Sihtric murmured as he drove away, 'should've asked her number.'

***************

A few days later you found yourself in the petstore, trying to lift a heavy pack of cat litter off the floor as the employees didn't bother to help. Unbeknownst to you, Sihtric had walked in the store after you, looking for something they didn't seem to have, and he recognized you as you had paid. He enjoyed watching you struggle for a moment before he walked up to you and leaned on the counter.

'Need a hand with that, doll?' he asked with a sly smile as he looked down at you.

'Sihtric?' you looked up at the stunning man and your knees trembled beneath you, 'uh… no, no, I-I got this.' you smiled painfully.

Sihtric chuckled and grabbed the bag, threw it over his shoulder and waited for you to tell him where to go. You walked him to your car and thanked him after he closed the trunk.

'How's that Meow Meow?' Sihtric couldn't say the name without a chuckle, 'not climbing the tree anymore?'

'No, it's been too hot outside lately, he just stays inside the house now.'

'And here I was waiting for your call,' Sihtric clicked his tongue.

'Speaking about calls, how did the elevator incident go?'

'Oh, he died.'

'What?'

'No, I'm kidding. The man's fine. He accidentally pressed the emergency stop,' Sihtric sighed.

'Oh,' you snorted, 'at least he lives.'

'He does,' Sihtric smiled at you and his eyes drifted to your lips for a split second. He looked away and lit a cigarette when you looked for your car keys in your bag.

'Not enough smoke to inhale in your line of work?' you blurted out.

'Bad habit,' Sihtric winked.

'Sure is,' you agreed with a smile. You didn't smoke yourself, and you knew it was bad, but Sihtric looked so damn hot doing it, you forgave him for it.

'What's yours?' Sihtric smiled and leaned back against your car, taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing out the smoke when you answered him.

'My bad habit?' you chuckled, 'hmm… probably falling for the wrong type of men.'

'That's equally as toxic as these things,' Sihtric held his cigarette up, 'but how so?' he asked before he took another drag.

'Ehh, it's a long story really,' you scoffed lightly.

'Hm,' he hummed and flicked his cigarette away. He tilted his head slightly up, away from you, and blew out the remaining smoke, 'care to tell me over a drink sometime?'

'Oh,' flustered by his sudden question, 's-sure. When? Like, eh, t-tonight?''

Sihtric smacked his lips as he took out a small box of mints from his black flannel's chest pocket, 'I'm working a shift tonight, doll,' he shook out some mints, 'how's tomorrow evening?' he held the box out to you but you politely declined, to which he smiled and chewed down his mints.

'Oh, I can't tomorrow evening, got dragged into someone's plans already, sorry,' you said.

Sihtric pouted at you before he chuckled and stepped closer, 'how about I check my schedule at work tonight and I'll text you?'

'Yeah, works for me.'

'Yeah?' Sihtric smiled and took out his phone. And you couldn't stop smiling after you had given him your number, and he promised to contact you later that evening. And he kept his promise as he texted you around midnight.

Sihtric: sorry I'm texting you this late, just got home, hope this won't wake you up. I have monday and thursday evening off. Let me know if that suits you?

You: hey, I'm still awake don't worry. Damn, you only have two evenings off per week? But monday works for me too :)

Sihtric: hey :)

Sihtric: oh no, I have the other nights off too next week, but it's only monday and thursday I'm really free, the other evenings I have to be on stand-by

You: ohhh I get it now :)

Sihtric: so monday it is?

You: monday it is

Sihtric: pick you up at 8?

You: you know where to find me ;)

Sihtric: I do ;)

You: how was your shift?

Sihtric: sweet of you to ask, but it was uneventful. Your night?

You: uneventful too

Sihtric: what keeps you up this late then?

You: right now? Clearly you…

Sihtric: smart-ass ;) but fine, I'll stop texting you. about to doze off myself anyway

Sihtric: sweet dreams x

You: awh, go get some rest. sweet dreams for you too x

Sihtric: thanks doll

Sihtric: can't wait to see you next week xx

You: can't wait to see you either, pretty boy ;) xx

Sihtric: cutie :) xx

**************

It was Friday night when Sihtric enjoyed a drink at his favourite bar after his shift had just finished. It had been a long day and, because he couldn't see you today, he wanted to have a quick drink to unwind, before he went home again. He had almost finished his drink when he heard a loud group of women walk in. He turned at the commotion and groaned lightly when he immediately figured it was a bachelorette party, as one woman was dressed in a, rather revealing, wedding dress.

'That's my cue,' Sihtric sighed at the bartender, who grinned, knowing exactly why Sihtric was keen to leave as his expected scenario was about to happen. Sihtric was still dressed in full gear except for his jacket, which was thrown over his shoulder. As he got up to leave, the woman dressed as a bride, clearly drunk, laid eyes upon him and she squealed before she turned to her friends.

'You guys got me a stripper?!' she exclaimed. Most of her friends seemed to join in on the excitement and screamed too, thinking one of them had hired a stripper.

Sihtric rolled his eyes and politely shuffled his way towards the door when he suddenly bumped into you.

'Sihtric?' you frowned with a smile, pleasantly surprised to run into him.

'Hey, doll,' he smiled, equally as surprised, 'what brings you here?'

'That nightmare,' you grimaced and pointed at the bachelorette party.

'You're kidding?' Sihtric scoffed while he was being eyed up by the other ladies, still expecting him to be a stripper.

'Unfortunately not,' you confessed, 'I'm having a horrible time. I barely know them. The bride to be is a new colleague at work who, for some reason, thinks we're best friends but… I don't vibe with her. I'm only being nice but,' you sighed, 'I'd rather be at home right now.'

'At home?' Sihtric frowned, 'not having a drink with me?'

'Well I guess that might also be better than this,' you teased.

'You guess?' he smiled and nudged your shoulder, 'watch it, cheeky lady.'

'Or what?'

'Or I won't rescue Mister Meow Meow when he's stuck in that tree again.'

You both laughed and had actually forgotten about the other women, until the drunk future bride came up to you and slurred, 'Oh, my god! You know the stripper man? Is he single?'

'He's not a stripper,' you told her, which she probably didn't even grasp but she stumbled off to her friends.

'Sorry,' you told Sihtric.

'No, this actually happens more often than you'd think,' Sihtric grimaced.

'That sucks.'

'It does really,' he snorted.

'If it makes you feel any better,' you grinned, 'I think you'd be a hot stripper.'

'Well,' he gave you a sly smile, 'I only strip on mondays…' he winked and brushed his warm, rough hand over your arm, 'alright, I gotta go. Enjoy your night, yeah?' he said and pecked your cheek.

'I probably won't enjoy it much,' you chuckled and held his hand briefly, 'but seeing you made it better.'

Sihtric bit down on his lip and smiled, squeezing your hand before he stepped back to leave.

'Text me?'

'I will,' you promised.

And you did. You texted each other throughout the weekend, both clearly impatient for Monday evening to arrive.

******************

Sihtric: doll...

Sihtric: one of my colleagues fell off a ladder and broke his knee. I have to be on stand-by tonight to fill in. but I still really want to see you… you okay with that?

You: oh is he okay? And yeah no problem

Sihtric: he's fine, didn't even happen on the job…

You: oh

You: what a lousy firefighter?

Sihtric: I know, I said the same!

Sihtric rang your doorbell around 8. You asked him if it was a good idea to get a drink somewhere because he was on stand-by, or if you should stay close to home. He told you it doesn't happen often that he gets called away when he has the evening more or less off, so he took you for a drink at the bar he had seen you a few nights earlier.

You learned Sihtric was polite, funny, smart and a flirt, but only with you, he clearly had no eyes for any other lady who glanced at him. He did sometimes ramble on about things, which you thought was adorable, and you didn't mind it either because you could listen to his sexy accent for hours on end. You eventually told each other about some of the failed past relationships you've had. You just always fell for douchebags whereas Sihtric couldn't keep a girl because they only liked the idea of dating a firefighter and not the actual reality of it, which was something he really wanted to make clear to you. You told him you understood it's not an easy life, but also admitted you had no idea what it would actually be like.

'I think you'll find out soon,' Sihtric smiled. He said that because he felt a connection with you, and somehow knew you were serious about him. Meaning that you'd stick around and would find out overtime what it's like when he has to work. But his comment turned out to be a grim prediction of the hours that followed.

After about an hour, Sihtric had moved to sit next to you, instead of across from you, and had put his arm around your shoulders as he showed you pictures of his cat.

'So cute!' you smiled, 'what's his name?'

'Uh,' Sihtric snorted, 'dog.'

'Dog?'

'Yeah.'

'You named your cat Dog, and you talk shit about Mister Meow Meow?'

You both laughed at the stupidity and found yourself leaning closer to him. His eyes darted between your lips and your eyes, and just when he was about to kiss you, his phone rang.

'Ah, shit,' he muttered before he read the message and looked at you, 'probably work.'

'It's fine,' you reassured him, albeit sad you got so close to kiss him and it got ruined.

'Fuck,' Sihtric looked bewildered, 'it's your street.'

'What?'

He showed you the message and asked him what this meant.

'Fire, but it doesn't show the house number for me.'

'Oh my god,' you gasped softly while Sihtric quickly rang his work.

'Uhtred? Yeah, I got the message, but they still didn't fix that bug so I only got the street name and a vague hint of what is going on,' he paused as Uhtred spoke. 'Fucking hell,' Sihtric replied and gave you a concerned look, 'yeah, I'll be there. Bring my gear, okay? I'm out with my girl now, she lives on that street. I'm bringing her home first so I'll be there anyway. Yeah, thanks.'

Sihtric hung up and you both jumped up.

'Big fire,' Sihtric simply said, holding your hand as he made haste to his car.

'Do you know the house number?'

'Fifty-two.'

'Fifty-two?!' you yelled.

'Doll, tell me that's not your house,' Sihtric became concerned.

'No, but… but it's my neighbours!'

Sihtric hit the gas, knowing any speeding tickets would be terminated, if he'd get any, because he was a first responder. You already saw huge black clouds before you were even near your street and your heart was pounding in your chest. Sihtric had his hand on your knee as he drove, squeezing lightly, trying to comfort you. As you neared your house, you were met with thick clouds as the wind blew them your way. Almost at the same time as you arrived, the firetrucks did too. You watched your neighbours house in horror as flames danced out of the windows upstairs. You lived in a detached house, luckily, so the chances of the fire spreading to your house, or others, was very small. But if the wind would shift, the fire could spread to the tree in which Mister Meow Meow had climbed several times before. You were relieved to see both your neighbours were outside of their house, holding each other as they cried, while being guided away from the smoke by medics.

'Stay in my car, okay?' Sihtric said as he unbuckled his seatbelt, 'there's too much smoke, and you can't go inside your house right now.'

'But my cat…'

'Is he outside?'

'I… I don't know,' you slightly panicked.

Sihtric understood your worry and cupped your cheeks, 'he will be fine, don't worry, okay? I have to run, promise you'll stay here, doll?'

You nodded and grabbed his shirt before he could open the door.

'Sihtric?' you said, and he looked at you with soft, questioning eyes, 'be… be careful.'

'Always,' he whispered and kissed your cheek before he jumped out of the car.

You watched Sihtric gear up while some firefighters already started their attempts to put out the fire. It took a while before they had the fire under control, and it felt as if you hadn't breathed the entire time you watched Sihtric do his job. You had seen him run inside the house with a few others, and when it took a while for them to come out again, you felt sick with worry, but as no one seemed alarmed, you tried to stay calm too. It seemed to take ages, and you nearly cried when you saw Sihtric had made it out again, taking off his helmet for a moment now that the smoke was not as thick anymore.

And then you looked to your right, and you saw Mister Meow Meow up in the tree. And as fate would have it, you saw how tiny flames, carried by the wind, lit up the leaves at the top of the tree. You screamed and kicked the car door open. Running, without thinking, into your garden while breaking the plastic tape which clearly said "do not cross".

'Hey!' Sihtric shouted hoarsely and was bewildered when he saw you running. He immediately dropped his helmet and chased after you.

'Darling, stop!' Sihtric probably damaged his vocal cords with the force he used, but you seemed completely deaf to your surroundings.

'Meow Meow!' you cried, yelling at your cat, who was belching his signature, annoying meow. And before you reached the slow burning tree, Sihtric pulled you back by wrapping his arms around your waist.

'No!' you screamed.

Sihtric spun you around to face him, 'what the hell is wrong with you, sweetheart!? You shouldn't be here!' he shouted, heated. You could tell he was not angry with you, but clearly worried.

'My cat!' you sobbed and pointed to the tree. Sihtric exhaled sharply and clenched his jaw when he saw the fire slowly spreading down, while your fluffy friend was halfway up the tree.

'Fuck!' he growled loudly, 'your cat is going to be the death of me one day!' but without hesitation he ran and climbed up in the tree, again.

'Finan! Get her away from here!' Sihtric shouted over his shoulder as he heard you cough, and soon his friend, and colleague, pulled you away to a safe distance.

You saw how both the fire, and Sihtric, closed in on your terrified cat, while ashes and smouldering leaves twirled down. It was almost a beautiful sight, you thought, in a macabre way. Luckily, Sihtric was faster than the fire and, this time, Mister Meow Meow couldn't wait to jump in Sihtric's arms.

You cried when Sihtric sprinted back to you with your Meow Meow in his arms, who, despite everything, seemed okay, but a vet was called in to check up on him regardless. And to make sure he was okay, they took him for the night. Sihtric had to leave you again, and it was a whirlwind of chaos until midnight. By then, most of the firetrucks and first responders had left, as the fire had been extinguished and the smoke had cleared. All neighbours were allowed back to their houses as it was deemed safe again.

You sat on your porch, face down, hands in your hair as your elbows rested on your knees, and your eyes were closed. Trying to process everything.

'Hey,' a soft voice said as a pair of heavy boots approached you. You recognised Sihtric's voice and looked up. He smiled softly as he sat down next to you and pulled you in his arms.

'You okay?'

'Yeah, I think so,' you sighed, tiredly, 'worried about my cat, but I guess he'll be fine. They called me and said he had a few minor burns. They will keep him for a day or two to treat him.'

'I'm sorry to hear that, I'm sure he will be okay,' Sihtric whispered and kissed your temple.

'What about you?' you looked up at him and noticed the scratches and black smudges on his face.

'I'm perfectly fine, lady,' he chuckled and pressed his face against yours, 'it's you I'm worried about. Don't ever run somewhere again when it clearly says you shouldn't cross.'

'I know, I'm sorry,' you shook your head with a smile, 'will I get fined for that?'

'You might actually,' Sihtric laughed.

You took his free hand and enjoyed being so close to him for a short moment.

'I'm sorry about tonight,' Sihtric said after a few minutes, 'this was obviously not what I wanted our first date to be like. And I also have to head back to the fire station in a minute, wrap things up there, file reports, all that stuff.'

'I don't blame you for anything, it's your job,' you shrugged.

'Yeah, but… do you think you can deal with that?' Sihtric asked cautiously.

'Maybe after I've processed this all… yeah.'

Sihtric smiled and cupped your cheeks.

'I really hope so,' he whispered, and finally captured your lips in a firm, sweet kiss.

'Will you be okay on your own?' Sihtric asked. You told him you'd be fine and promised that if you needed anything you would text him. He gave you another soft kiss before he turned to leave, and glanced back over his shoulder before he got in the firetruck. You gave him a smile before you stepped inside your house, where you fell asleep on your couch only minutes later. Drained by the entire events of that day.

**************

You had slept all through the night, and morning, as you only woke up around noon when someone rang your doorbell.

'Sihtric?' you asked, sleepy and confused when you saw him.

'Hey, eh… I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up. Wanted to check on you so…'

'Oh,' you chuckled, 'sorry, I just woke up, haven't checked my phone yet.'

'Oh, I'm sorry, doll. I don't mean to be a bother. I just wanted to know if you were okay, that's all.'

'No, please, come in,' you smiled, 'if you have time?'

'Yeah, they gave me the day off today. Not even on stand-by,' he grinned.

'Aren't you lucky,' you joked and closed the door behind him, 'but why are you still in your gear?'

'I more or less slept at the station,' he confessed, 'I was too tired to drive home safely, so I just slept there. It's not the first time. Took a shower but I had no clean clothes with me, except for the set of jeans in my locker and the rest of my spare gear, so I had to wear this. It's a habit to still wear bunker pants over regular jeans, we all do it without thinking really. I actually meant to go home first to change, but I was a little worried about you so… yeah, sorry for the outfit.'

You snorted and said you weren't complaining, to which he gave you a cheeky smile.

Sihtric finally helped you with those heavy boxes you still hadn't unpacked, and he stole a kiss every now and then as he walked past you. To thank him, for everything, and to apologise for the troubles with Mister Meow Meow, you insisted on making him dinner, which he obviously did not decline. You both felt at ease with each other, so it was hard to not get close and keep your hands to yourselves. You both tried as hard as you could to not flirt throughout the day, but shortly after dinner it all went wrong, in the right way.

'So… how about that striptease?' you eventually asked after you had cleaned up the dinner table. You gave him a cheeky smile.

'Oh, you really want me to strip for you, huh?' he smirked.

'Well… you kinda promised…'

'I did, didn't I?' Sihtric gave you a cocky smile, 'but I said only on Mondays.'

'You ruined that for me,' you pouted, jokingly.

'Hey, if you have a complaint, lady, you can call my boss.'

'I might.'

'Sure,' Sihtric smiled and looked around your living room as he put his jacket on, 'well, got some music then?'

'What kind of music do you need?' you grinned.

Sihtric was quiet for a moment as he thought about your question while you quickly connected your phone to your speakers and handed the device to him.

A mischievous smile appeared on his face as he searched spotify. Then he hit play and threw your phone on your couch. And before the song could even start, he had you picked up in his arms and carried you over to your dinner table, where he sat you down.

The first note to Closer by Nine Inch Nails blasted through your living room and you stared at him, jaw slightly dropped, before you hid a nervous giggle behind your hands and looked away.

'Hey,' Sihtric smirked as he lifted your chin with his hand, 'eyes on me.'

Sihtric bit down on his lip and took your hand, guiding you to unzip his bunker coat, slowly. Your cheeks heat up instantly and would continue to do so throughout the whole song. Once unzipped, Sihtric took a step back from you and let his jacket slide off his shoulders, to his elbows, revealing his muscles and that tight fitting tank top he was wearing. He knew exactly what effect he had on you and enjoyed it. He gave you a cheeky smile and winked before he allowed his jacket to slip off further, until it fell on the floor with a heavy thump.

Sihtric gave you a cocky look as your eyes darted over his arms. He closed the space between you and took your hands again, leaning his forehead against yours while smoothly moving his body to the beat, bringing your hands up above your head along with his. After a few seconds, he quickly let go of your hands and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against his body in between your thighs. You let out a gasp at his strength and the sudden move. Your hands settled on his shoulders as you enjoyed the feeling of his body moving against yours. It had to be the sexiest thing you had ever seen, the way Sihtric moved so smoothly and in tune to the beat with his muscular body and his sly smile.

It became alarmingly hot in your house, and the fire hazard was a fireman, giving you a striptease and a lapdance. You giggled and looked away, but Sihtric was quick to grab your chin again, gently forcing your eyes back on him.

'Eyes on me, doll,' he said dangerously low and his fingers brushed your cheek lightly before he flicked his tongue against your lips. He took both your hands and moved them slowly up from his waist to his shoulders, making you feel every muscle underneath that tank top of his. You took a deep breath, which hitched as you felt his toned body underneath the soft fabric. Sihtric licked his lips as he looked into your eyes while guiding your hands again, sliding the red suspenders down his shoulders. He was enjoying this just as much as you were, and he smoothly dropped his bunker pants to the floor, revealing his regular skinny jeans underneath, which showed his muscular legs and his great ass.

'Enjoying the show?' Sihtric chuckled in your ear when he pulled you in.

'Yeah,' you couldn't bring out another sensible word and simply giggled.

Sihtric hummed as he bit down his lip, dragging his hands over your thighs, to your knees as he took a step back.

'Is it not too hot for you yet?' he teased, to which you shook your head.

Sihtric crossed his arms and pulled his tank top slowly up to his chest, 'How about now?' he grinned as your big eyes took in those abs he had been hiding underneath all his gear. You shook your head again, completely flustered, and watched him take off his sleeveless shirt as you held your breath.

'Wanna have this, doll?' Sihtric smiled and held his shirt up to you. You nodded and attempted to grab the shirt, but he pulled back.

'Earn it,' he said with a smirk, 'use your tongue.'

You pulled him closer and slowly ran your tongue up from his waist to his collarbones, which made Sihtric hiss and throw his head back slightly. That shirt was yours now.

Sihtric moved his impressive body to the beat again before he took your hands, bringing them to his thighs, moving them up over his crotch, making you gasp as you felt his hard cock, and he moved your hands up over his bare torso. Sihtric winked with a smirk as he quickly flexed his muscles for you.

'Oh, Jesus,' you couldn't help yourself from blurting out when you felt his muscles tense under your hands, making Sihtric chuckle lightly.

He let go of your hands and pulled up a chair from underneath the dinner table. Sihtric was quick to pick you up in his strong arms again and sat you down on the chair, where he sank down to his knees in front of you, moving his hands slowly up your parted legs. And whatever sense you still had left in you disappeared when Sihtric pushed your legs together and got back up, placing his hands on the chair's backrest behind you, rolling his hips smooth and slow as he lowered his body down to your lap. He chuckled in your ear, grinding his hips against yours, causing you to moan softly and he kissed your lips before he got up again. Sihtric gently kicked your feet apart, leaned back in and shoved his knee between your thighs. He continued his slow hip rolls, driving you wild with his body, which made you grind against his knee as your hands moved up his chest again.

'You're so fucking hot,' you sighed.

'Yeah?' Sihtric smirked, 'you like it when I dance for you?'

'Yeah,' you moaned as he leaned in to give you a sloppy kiss.

'I want you to wear my jacket when I fuck you,' Sihtric whispered in your ear, 'will you do that for me, doll?'

You nodded, light-headed at his request.

'Yeah?' Sihtric whispered huskily in your ear, 'take your clothes off for me now, babydoll?'

Sihtric took your hands and pulled you up, watching you rid yourself of your clothes as fast as you could. He beckoned you over as you wore nothing but your lace bra with matching underwear. He hummed with a smile as he eyed you up before he pulled your body against his, and sank down his knees again, slowly and sensually, trailing his hands over your skin and pecking your naked flesh where he could. He looked up at you with his sly smile and licked his lips.

'You're so sexy, babe,' he said softly before he got back up. Sihtric spun you around and pulled you against his chest, making you dance with him. You smiled at the feeling of his warm skin against your back, as his hands moved from your thighs up to your waist. Sihtric was breathing heavily in your ear as he pulled your hips against his, grinding his hard cock against your ass while moving your bodies to the beat. You brought your arms up, behind his head, softly brushing your fingers through his hair as you both rolled your hips, desperate to fuck to the beat. You danced until the song ended and, to both your surprise, suddenly transitioned into Beyoncé's Partition.

You stopped your moves and both knew the tables had turned at that exact moment, and you immediately told him to take off his jeans. And as he did, you grabbed a pack of condoms out of a drawer.

You pushed Sihtric back towards the chair, making him sit down and you quickly straddled his lap. You kissed his lips sloppily and raked your hands through his short hair, earning a few moans and hisses as you pulled his hair and sucked his lower lip before you broke the kiss.

You took his hands and moved them from your shoulders to your, still covered, breasts and down to your hips. And then you slowly leaned back, all the way, until you nearly faced the floor upside down, allowing Sihtric to see your entire body as he held your hips, keeping you in place on his lap.

'Fuck, baby,' Sihtric breathed hard as he watched you move your hands back over your breasts, all the way to your panties, teasing him by sliding your hand down in your panties and playing with yourself for a few seconds as he watched. You heard him groan and you giggled as you moved yourself back up, biting his ear softly after you asked him to take off your bra. Sihtric struggled to unhook it, which made you both chuckle, but once loose, you took it off and held it up to him.

'Wanna have this?' you grinned when he nodded. 'Then take it… with your teeth, bad boy.'

Sihtric's eyes darkened even more and did as he was told. You watched him, with a satisfied smile on your face, and he quickly sat back, with your bra strap clenched between his teeth, tilting his head slightly with a smirk, awaiting your next command. You got up and told him to take off his boxers, which he did without wasting any more time, after he threw your bra onto his pile of clothes, so he wouldn't forget to take it with him later.

You grabbed his heavy, black bunker coat off the floor and walked back to him.

'On your knees, handsome' you said, 'and take off my panties.'

He gave you a cheeky smile with questioning eyes as he looked up at you.

'With your teeth, bad boy,' you answered with a smirk and he returned the look before he, again, did what you ordered him to do. He managed to pull your panties down with his teeth rather smoothly and he kissed your legs after, to which you gave him a soft shove with your knee, which told him to behave.

'Chair,' you said curtly. Sihtric was happy to obey and sat back on the chair, after he had thrown your panties towards his own clothes; he was taking all he could tonight, including you.

You handed him a condom as you put on his large, heavy jacket, to which Sihtric licked his lips when he looked back up at you. His smile was gone and had made place for a look of burning desire.

Beyoncé faded away through the speakers and, as you finally sank down on his hard cock, Billy Idol's Soul Standing By started playing, to which you both grinned as you adjusted to each other.

'I'm wild for you,' Sihtric whispered the lyrics in your ear along with the song, and he chuckled. You smiled and rocked your hips, slowly, enjoying his cock inside you as deep as possible.

'Treat me right, babe,' you sighed along with the lyrics, and looked down in his eyes as you were riding him.

Sihtric moaned and murmured some lyrics, 'Oh baby, pretty baby, I'll make it last all night.' Proving once again that the lyrics made for a perfect response as the song continued.

Sihtric pulled you close by tugging his jacket, and you rocked your hips harder and faster while you kissed him. His hands slipped under the warm, heavy coat, and he just couldn't get enough of you. Your hearts were pounding out of your chests when you looked at each other; hot and sweaty, with heavy-lidded eyes and slightly parted lips, curled into a faint smile, while you both moaned soft yet heavy. Your hands moved all over each other as you fucked on that simple chair, and you smiled when you realised you were wearing a firefighter's, heavy jacket, while the firefighter who it belonged to filled you up perfectly with his cock.

You rested your forehead against his, while being torn between wanting to make hard, rough love with him or taking it slow, keeping him close while you fell in love with the handsome man, who had lit a fire inside you the first time you had met. Sihtric struggled too, wanting to pick you up and bend you over that chair, making you scream out his name, while also wanting to hear your soft moans in his ear as he held you close. You both knew it all depended on whatever song would blast through your speakers next.

You let out a sigh and smiled when you heard the first few notes of Heaven Tonight by HIM. Sihtric shared your reaction, knowing the song just as well as you did.

'Come here, baby,' Sihtric moaned as he pulled you closer, his arms keeping you snug against him.

'You feel so good, babe,' you moaned softly in his ear as you wrapped your arms around his neck, making slow, sweet, pure and almost emotional love with him. Sihtric moved one hand up in your hair and kept one arm around your waist, holding you as close as possible while he buried his face in your neck, softly pecking your skin as he enjoyed the way you took him all in. You fucked, slow and deep, murmuring sweet nothings in between kisses, and you both wished this bliss would last forever, but you soon reached your highs.

You loved the soft, deep groans you got out of him along with his ragged breath, and Sihtric could listen to your soft giggles forever, which you let him hear just after you had finished, simply feeling overwhelmed with the man in your arms.

You held each other tight for a moment, enjoying the sound of your heavy breaths as the song you had made sweet love to was fading out, only to both break out in soft laughter when AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long suddenly started to play.

'They got that right,' Sihtric chuckled and looked up at you, taken aback by your beauty in such a vulnerable moment.

'They do,' you smiled, looking into his eyes, not believing someone could be this breathtaking.

'Be mine, baby?' Sihtric whispered as he nuzzled your nose softly, 'will you be mine?'

'I want to…' you looked away from him, 'I'm just… your job, it…'

'Scares you?'

You nodded lightly and Sihtric sighed.

'I know,' he smiled weakly, 'it's always a problem when it comes to relationships.'

'No, I don't mean that I don't want to be yours, I just think… I-I need help to… cope?'

'You should join me for a work dinner next week, you know, meet the wives and girlfriends of my colleagues. They had the same struggle as you when they started dating, but they overcame it. And I'm sure they will like you.'

'I like that idea,' you smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

*************

'So…' you grinned when Sihtric got out of your bathroom later that night, freshly showered, and joined you in your bed, 'are those stripteases a regular thing?'

'Maybe,' Sihtric shrugged with a smirk, 'but I think when your Meow Meow comes back home again tomorrow it will not be the same.'

'That is true,' you agreed, 'hey, I think our cats should meet too.'

'They should. At some point,' Sihtric smiled, 'but I am not ready for that chaos yet. I want to have you all for myself first.'

'Don't you need to go home and feed your cat?' you frowned.

'I probably should,' he chuckled, 'but I don't want to leave you. Will you come with me?'

'But it's already late.'

'Stay the night with me then?'

You pretended you had to think long and hard about his offer. But then you smiled and kissed him. And Sihtric already knew he'd make love to you again later, but this time, it would be in his bed.

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Three kinds of SF models/actresses: The Overrated. The Underrated. The Properly Rated. Priscilla of SmokingModels (Florida, USA) never got the "props" she so richly deserved! Gorgeous. Exquisite. Sultry!

NEW SERIES! - *

VIDEO OF THE MONTH (SF HALL OF FAME) 🚬 NO. 3 IN THE SERIES!

For February 2024

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ | Five “Stars”

From vs120shound staff | ★★★★★ (4 total: L)

Dual-Media 3-Post, 21-Pack Megapost!

SPARSE CONTENT OF PRISCILLA POSTED ON SMOKINGMODELS! WHY?

Priscilla: Unceasingly pretty. Exquisite. Graceful. Classy. Seductive. Its one incomparable combination for an SF model/actress! Such elegance!

* - Note below

How much different would the world be if Priscilla of SmokingModels.com (Florida, U.S.A.) were a showcase SF model/actress for their brand? Well, the United States would still have a terible one-two punch choice for president during the 2024 election, right? Instead, an alternate reality can not be substituted in for what exists. Back to SF . . . so we're forced to deal with what is, or at least what was. Pretty Priscilla was never going to be a heavy-hitter for SM web-master/web producer Austin. "Prescious" Prescilla might have participated in just a handful of video projects for their network, and we doubt she was ever considered -- nor did she consider -- being a participant in SmokingErotica.com with its NSFW content but far, far removed from receiving "XXX" "XX" or "X" content classifications. "R" for sure. She is a stunner. That's for sure. You can learn a lot about Priscilla by listening to this substantive video. She opens up and does so in a grounded way; nothing outrageous. Well, we learned she loves Coldstone! Nothing too outlandish about that, is there?

… well, how and why did Priscilla stay stuck in her lot with SM when she is uncompromisingly gorgeous? From listening to her spiel ⏤ or is it a conventional interview with webmaster Austin darting in and out of the framing for the stationary camera (on a tripod?) several times ⏤ and how she interacted respectfully and somewhat chummy with him, the Austin-Priscilla relationship seemed to be on steady enough ground not to be the source for her failure to climb the SmokingModels ladder. At least at the time of this video's shooting, their rapport certainly would not lead to the precluding of her from reaching the stardom for which she might have been destined to attain on SmokingModels. Maybe it all went south soon after this video was released; perhaps it got away from them many months later. Austin's reputation within the Greater SF World Community scene is not negative in the least but he's known as being particular, merely seeking to keep all aspects of his operation of two websites as structured and as orderly as intended and as needed. Without a true staff it IS a lot of work. The personality that Priscilla conveys in the 7:08 span of the video indicates that she has a strong personality as well, believing what she believes and liking what she likes. We're going to extrapolate and say that Priscilla very much makes the connection between smoking cigarettes and having fun and be sexy and living life to the fullest (no need to bring up the actual health risks in this sentence 😉 ). She grasps the Smoking Fetish and understand its hold upon those who are afflicted. Much of her personality is revealed when the topic becomes smoking. Such discussion is prompted with Austin's question, "Tell me about enjoying the look of your smoking," he said. Priscilla responded with, "I think it looks so classy and I don't know. I don't know what peoples' problems [are] with smoking; I think it's pretty," she says. "It makes me feel older, too, to smoke." Austin asks about smoking during sex . . . he is an SF aficionado above all else, so why wouldn't he be curious? Priscilla gives it some thought, following the specific question about having a cigarette before getting it on. "Definitely," she says, "before and after." Heck, she's our kind of gal, isn't she, after all! The format of this video is not compelling in any way for she does not move. Her emotions do not swing wildly. But she shows off her habit. Strong exhales. Many drags. And her smoking routine is consistent with both her personality/character and the theme of the website that ties in smoking and elegance, cigarettes and glamorous style and allure. But she is so pretty. Won't go so far as to claim there's only a handful of BHYSWs (Beautiful Hot, Young Smoking Women) in our community who are more attractive. Won't do it. Might not be among the Top 25 in beauty among all SF personalities (there's Dorine Zopp, Soléne, Janey of Random Snaps, Courtney of Specialized Videos, Cassandra and Julie of InRealLife, Quinn of USA Smokers, Shannon of Smoking Sexy Girls; Anka Zapala, Natasha Marley, Josee Real-Smoking-Girl and, W-H-A-T Skittlez Cano is ugly now all of a sudden!) but it's not stretching it to say she's in the Top 50 and certainly in the Top 100. Priscilla is in elite company. Great body but not reminiscent of Busty Deelight yet that body sculpting would be calling attention to herself. And Priscilla strikes us as likely being humble or modest. Could not find video of Priscilla within our network while this post was in various stages of production. A few photos, so these are her introductory videos on our family of blogs/vlogs/webpages. If you are new to Priscilla, we hope you enjoy this Megapost! Another SF star whose exclusion from the Honorable Mention list of the "unofficial" official Top-25 all-time favorite SF model list published on vs120s-1 some 14 months ago represents another strike against us!

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Previous Posts on Our Network of Priscilla!

From vs120shound-2 on March 2, 2024 . . .

From vs120shound on June 15, 2018 (the seventh post in the history of vs120s-1, with a revision in early-August 2022!) . . .

Photographs of Priscilla from a Variety of Sources!

From www.smokingmodels.com and various SF websites . . .

Nine photographs from thelibrarian120 (some duplications included in this compilation, but not 100 percent replicas of identical photos; there are composition, cropping and editing nuances among the repeats to make them ostensibly somewhat different)!

YouTube Video of SmokingModels (Cameo Appearance by Priscilla at End)!

From YT's "goosenation" webpage on 2011 . . .

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Priscilla appears in the final five seconds of this video, the length of a typical Instagram SF post!

*- Note: The Video of The Week series has been replaced by The Video of The Month series effective in late-December 2023! (The Video of The Month | Honorable Mention division was published on March 1.

The Video of the The Month (Honorable Mention) for February!

From vs120shound on March 1, 2024 . . .

#SF #Hot women who love smoking cigarettes #Smoking cigarettes #Smoking #The Video of The Month | Hall of Fame division!#Priscilla of Florida!#Priscilla of SmokingModels (Florida -- U.S.A.)!#YouTube's “goosenation” webpage!

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Hiii I love love loveee your past two works they’re adorable🥹🥹

I was wondering if you would be open to writing how skz members react to you like accidentally poking/touching them w something (ex: a paintbrush or the eraser of a pencil). Something that you wouldn’t expect to tickle them but it does??

IM SORRY IM TRYING TO HAVE THIS MAKE SENSE😭😭

If this is too confusing or you simply don’t want to write it please don’t feel pressured, I understand!

hi hi! i’m so happy you liked my last two works!! thank you for your kind words!!

as for this request: i’m crying and throwing up this is SO CUTE 😭

i actually have so many ideas-

thank you for being my first ask anon!! 🫶🫶 this turned out to be 6000+ words of tickly fluff omg- that was NOT intentional what the heck!!! i probably won't do this much for every ask i receive, but i certainly got caught up in this one haha

(i think i ignored the “accidentally” in some of these 🫣)

EVERYONE SEND ME ASKS!! 🔫

ENJOYY!!

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Bang Chan:

When you heard the door open, you were hunched over your textbooks. It had been hours since you moved, practically yanking your hair out while gathering evidence for your research paper.

“Baby?” Chan’s voice came from down the hallway as he toed off his shoes and locked the door behind him. When you didn’t respond, he walked into the kitchen, finding you in the same spot he left you in when he went into the studio. “Have you been here this entire time?” He asked, coming up behind you to rub your back lovingly.

“Mmm…” Was your only response, not even offering your boyfriend a look.

“Did you eat?” A kiss was pressed to the top of your head. You nodded, and while Chan didn’t exactly believe you, he didn’t push. “Can I help?”

That made you look up at him, your tired eyes softening when you saw his bare face and equally tired eyes smiling back at you.

“Sure, thanks Channie…” You responded with words this time, pushing a book over to him. You briefly explained what you were looking for and he sat beside you, listening intently. Together, the two of you took notes for another half an hour before you stretched, sighing in relief as you were finally done for the night. “I never thought I’d get through those two chapters tonight!” You exclaimed, closing your textbook.

Chan giggled beside you, brushing your hair from your face. “Aren’t you lucky that I’m here?” He teased, giving you a lopsided grin.

You smiled and pressed a small kiss to his mouth. “Well duh, but don’t go getting full of yourself now.” You punctuated your last few words with a couple quick pokes to his side with the eraser of your pencil.

Chan jolted in his seat, sputtering out some giggles as you poked him. With a whine of your name, he pushed at the hand with the offending pencil in its grasp. “What are you doinggg?!”

You laughed at his reaction, trying to poke at him some more. “What? Why are you laughing?”

“You know why! Knock it off!” He cried, trying to get out of his seat so you’d leave him alone. Now feeling playful, you hooked your ankle around the leg of his chair so he’d have a harder time moving it.

“I don’t! Why are you running from me?” You continued to tease, grabbing his closest arm with your free hand so you could continue your assault. He broke into more giggles, pulling at you a bit but being careful not to hurt you.

Chan let out a small “Ah!”, his smile growing bigger and bigger the more he laughed. “Stohohop! It tihihickles!!” He choked out between laughs, body squirming away from you as much as he could from where you had him trapped.

“What? It’s just an eraser! Does it really tickle?” You asked, playing completely innocent as if Chan wasn’t a laughing mess before you.

“Yehehes!! E- Enough!!” His voice broke a bit from the laughter, so you let him have a break. You rubbed the tickly sensations away with one hand and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Sorry baby, I couldn’t help it.” You apologized, still grinning at his flushed face and slightly heavy breathing.

“You’re so mean…” Chan whined, suddenly feeling shy. You just laughed, and he made a mental note to get you back in the near future.

Lee Know:

“Min, are you sure I can’t help?” You asked, leaning against the kitchen island. Minho stood across from you, dutifully chopping vegetables to add to the stew he currently had sitting on the stove.

“I’m sure, just sit there and be patient, hm?” He told you curtly, staying focused on his knife work. You groaned, watching him chop up the vegetables longingly.

Minho was the cook in your relationship, you knew that. He could whip up just about anything if he had the recipe for it, whereas you had a track record of ruining instant ramen. Still, you always wanted to help him out in the kitchen.

After another ten minutes, you were feeling restless. Minho had moved on from chopping the vegetables and was now monitoring the stew while it simmered, waiting to add in everything else so it could cook all together. And his back was turned to you. You eyed one of his wooden stirring spoons and an idea crossed your mind.

Carefully, you approached him from behind, spoon grasped tightly in your hand. As soon as he turned around and stepped away from the stove, you held the spoon out in front of you.

“En garde!” You exclaimed, wielding your culinary weapon. Minho gave you a wildly unimpressed look.

“Are you secretly five years old?” He asked, moving your spoon aside with one hand, walking by you. You huffed and turned around, watching as he searched through the refrigerator. “Seriously, I go to all the trouble to make you food and you can help but be child-,” Minho cut himself off with a grunt when you poked his ribs with the spoon as he went to reach for something.

“I got you, Min. You’re dead now.” You told him, unaware of what you were doing. When he didn’t respond, you poked at him some more. “Hello? You good?”

Minho held out for all of five seconds before he began to giggle and try to scurry away from you. He smacked your spoon out of your hand and backed up as much as he could in the small kitchen. An evil smirk adorned your face.

“What, you done ignoring me now?” You asked, creeping towards your ticklish boyfriend menacingly.

“Honey… please, let’s just- let’s talk, okay? You wanna help me cook?” You laughed at Minho’s begging, secretly loving when he got like this.

“Nah, it’s too late for that now. I wanna hear you laugh.” With that, you lunged forward while Minho tried to dodge to the side of you. You caught him around the waist as he went, and wasted no time in digging into his hips. He screamed and clawed at your hands, breaking out into silly giggles immediately.

“Nohoho!! Nohohot fair!!” He cried out, leaning against the island once he gave up trying to fight off your quick hands. His laughs were belly laughs now, getting deeper and more intense as you abused his worst spots.

“Not fair? I think it’s totally fair, actually. You were being so mean to me! I think you should apologize.” You told him, acting as if you were actually upset. He tried to shake his head for a moment, before a well placed jab to his upper ribs had him keeling over.

“AH!! Nahaha!! Please baby!! Ihihi’m sorry!!” Minho’s voice was raw from the laughter, but he did manage to apologize so you let him go.

“Alright, you’re forgiven.” You let him go, pressing a kiss to his back and rubbing his hips briefly. “Let me help out next time, okay?”

Minho took a moment to gather himself, before turning around and giving you an annoyed look. “Fine. Just don’t be so childish then, hm?” He tugged you into his chest, pressing a searing kiss onto your lips. You squeaked in surprise, before he pulled away, biting back a smile. "You're so annoying..." He muttered and returned to cooking.

Minho's words nearly got him wrecked again, but you were hungry and his red ears told you all you needed to know. He was whipped for you, just like you were for him.

Changbin:

A whiny “Babeee” was all that you needed to know that your dark rapper was home from the gym.

“In the living room, Binnie!” You called back, setting your book down. Changbin came around the corner soon after, hair wet from a shower and a pout on his face. You sat up a bit, opening your arms in an invite to sit with you.

Changbin took it immediately, flopping down next to you and letting you wrap him up in your arms. He buried his head in your shoulder and let out a groan. “Missed you…” He mumbled into your skin.

“I missed you too, my love. How was the gym?” You asked, rubbing light circles into his back.

“‘S fine…” He trailed off, and you could tell he had more to say.

“But…?” You prompted, kissing his head gently.

“Hurt my shoulder…”

This news was surprising to you. Changbin was always so safe in the gym, never lifting more than he should and never using incorrect form.

“What? How?” The question left your lips sounding slightly more worried than you meant it. “Sit up baby, let me see.”

Changbin sat up, looking bashful. “I tried to lift too much… usually I increase by 10 pounds, but today I increased by 20.”

“Oh Binnie…” You sighed. “Which arm?” He gestured to his right shoulder. Gently, you touched the muscle there, pressing lightly until he flinched. It seemed to be the worst on his inner bicep. “Want me to try to roll it out?”

Your boyfriend nodded, looking kind of pitiful. You couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He was always so confident at the gym, this mistake must’ve been really frustrating. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his pouting lips, rubbing his arm comfortingly.

“I’ll be right back.” You told him, going to find his little muscle roller stick. It looked like a rolling pin with bumps on it, and it was meant to help sore muscles heal faster. Originally, you had bought it for yourself, but once you started dating a gym rat it became a communal item.

You returned quickly and instructed Changbin to lay on the ground with his right arm raised above his head. “Okay baby, I’m just going to roll this up and down your arm. Tell me if it hurts too much.” You explain, kneeling beside him. He nodded and shut his eyes, brow drawn up in preparation for the inevitable pain.

Beginning slowly, you rolled the small foam roller up and down his muscly inner bicep, pressing firmly. Changbin let out some groans, face scrunched as the pressure built up. You knew it would end up hurting, it always did. Rolling out your muscles was a real chore.

“You doing okay?” You asked, to which he nodded. You kept it up for another few minutes before you lightened it up. “I’m gonna go lighter now, okay?”

The light, gentle rolling of the foam was a sharp contrast to the deep pressure he had felt moments earlier, and when it approached his armpit, Changbin’s eyes snapped open.

“Wait-,” He exclaimed, trying to swallow the giggles threatening to burst forth.

You seemed to be none the wiser.

“What?” Once again, the roller approached his armpit, and this time, Changbin couldn’t help but stutter out a small laugh. A teasing grin grew on your face. “Oh? Does this maybe… tickle?”

A blush blossomed across his cheeks immediately, and Changbin shook his head. frantic. “No! No it really doesn’t, but I think I’m done now, so- AHH!”

You rolled the ridged massager right into his armpit this time, causing him to scream. He desperately tried to put his arm down and roll away, but you had him pinned with a knee on his elbow. He couldn’t help but break out into his goofy giggles once he realized he had no where to go.

“PLEHehase!! Bahahby!! It tickles!!” He laughed, shaking his head from side to side. Of course you knew he was ticklish, but opportunities to torture him never presented themselves so nicely. How could you let this one pass you up?

“Oh, so now you’re going to tell the truth? I thought it didn’t tickle?” You asked, and Changbin simply threw his head back, his giggles becoming louder. (Part of that was your fault, as you did start trailing your fingers against his sensitive skin after the roller left it)

His squirming got more and more intense, and since he was already injured, you didn’t want him to get more hurt. Reluctantly, you got off of him and helped him sit up, massaging the top of his shoulder with your hands while he caught his breath.

“That was… really mean…” Changbin said, panting a bit in between words. He still wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his hurt shoulder.

“Sorry Binnie, you were just too cute.” Changbin blushed again at your words, and shook his shoulders in the way he did when he got flustered.

“Yeah? Your Binnie is cute?” He asked, pursing his lips for a kiss.

“The cutest.” You confirmed, leaning forward to grant his wish.

Hyunjin:

“Darling, hey…” A gentle hand shook you awake. You blinked at its owner blearily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Jinnie? What’s wrong?” You asked as you made out the figure of your boyfriend kneeling over you. His hair was pulled back away from his face and he was smiling at you softly.

“Nothing’s wrong, you just fell asleep. I didn’t want you to ruin your sleep tonight.” Hyunjin told you, petting your hair once before getting up from the side of the couch. You sat up, suddenly feeling lonely.

“Where are you going?” You asked, watching as he headed towards the hallway. He turned back towards you and you realized his clothes were covered in smears of different colors.

“Painting, you wanna come watch?” He asked, turning his head to the side as he did. You nodded, unwrapping yourself from your blanket cocoon and getting up to follow after him.

Hyunjin laughed when you reached him, kissing your head gently. “You’re so cute…” He murmured into your hair before leading the way down the hallway.

Once you were in the small studio, you took in the half finished art piece that he was working on. It looked to be a portrait of an old woman who seemed to be staring right back at you, smiling kindly. She didn’t have hair or the top half of her head yet, so you figured that was next.

Hyunjin stood behind you, wrapping his long arms around your waist. “I’m working on painting aged faces… do you like it?” His voice was soft and close to your ear. You leaned back into his touch.

“Mhm… she’s lovely. Reminds me of my grandma.” You told him, and he let out a huffed laugh behind you.

“I’ll keep that in mind, hm?” You nodded at his words, turning to press a kiss to his cheek before he took a seat at the small stool before the canvas. You took a seat in another chair, settling in to watch him paint.

After about 30 minutes, you still felt drowsy, and in an effort to stay awake you decided to distract Hyunjin a bit. You had spotted a fluffy old paint brush sitting by his art supplies. It looked as if it hadn’t been used in years, and you decided to change that.

“Jinnie?” You called out, getting up to grab the paint brush.

“Yes, love?” He answered, currently perfecting the shape of grandma’s hair.

“Wanna play a game?” You asked, coming to stand behind him, hands rubbing his back mindlessly. Hyunjin glanced at you over his shoulder, confusion etched into his brow.

“What game?”

You giggled at his innocence. “I’ll show you!” Suddenly, you lifted up the back of his sweatshirt to expose his skin. “You guess what I’m writing, okay?”

“Okay? But- GAH!!” He cut himself off with a yelp as your fluffy paint brush made contact with his back. You felt him begin to shake beneath your hands as you worked on writing nonsense all over his skin.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you wanna play?” You absolutely knew what was wrong. Your boyfriend was insanely ticklish. He couldn’t even stand you tracing shapes on his back when he was wearing heavy jackets- he was just too ticklish.

Hyunjin was doing his absolute best to hold back his giggles. The feeling of the brush against his skin sent shockwaves through his body, and it was all he could do to stay still in that moment. Any sign of weakness would be a ticklish death sentence.

You, on the other hand, were having a blast. It wasn’t every day you got a chance to exploit Hyunjin’s ticklishness, so you weren’t about to give it up now. The brush slowly found its way to his side, the feather light touch on one of his worst spots finally causing him to break into giggles.

“Wahahahait!! Waitwaitwaitwait- baby PLEASE!!” Hyunjin pleaded, slumping forward on the stool and trying to squirm away from the evil brush.

You didn’t reply, just pressed a kiss against his shoulder before you went in for the kill. While you swirled your brush against his side, your free hand massaged his other side.

Hyunjin lost his mind, practically falling off the stool in an effort to get away from your attacks.

“AHHH!!!” He shrieked, now on the ground. You followed him, sitting on his long legs as he tried to escape. The brush was abandoned, and instead you just tickled him wherever you could reach.

“NAHAHA!! PLEHEHEASE!!” Hyunjin cried, grabbing for the hands currently clawing at his ticklish belly. You giggled along with him, heart overwhelmed with adoration.

“Yahhh, you’re so cute Jinnie! I need to do this more often!” You exclaimed, digging your thumbs into his lower belly and vibrating the muscle there.

Hyunjin threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut and a large smile on his face. His witch-like cackles filled the room as he eventually gave up fighting back, instead just laying there and taking it.

“My baby is tired hm? Okay, I’m done.” You decided, halting your attack and instead laying down beside Hyunjin. You pulled him into your body and let him lay his head on your chest while you played with the hair that had been knocked loose from his updo. Hyunjin was breathing heavily, but still nuzzled into your touch as the two of you stared up at the ceiling.

“What was that for?” He asked after a while, and you giggled at him. Hyunjin looked up at you, offering you a glare and a pout as you laughed.

“I just wanted to mess with you, I couldn’t help it.” You explained, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He grumbled something that you couldn’t make out. “What was that?”

All he did was shake his head, and something told you to be on guard for the next couple days. Just in case Hyunjin decided to take revenge.

Han:

“Baby! Come listen to this!”

“Ji! Don’t yell, I’m right here.”

Han gave you a sheepish grin as he took off his headphones, turning in his rolling chair to face you. You were sitting on the couch of the studio he had taken over for the evening, just keeping him company and being an occasional beta listener for his new tracks.

“Sorry baby- I didn’t realize how loud I was talking.” Han said, flushing a bit. “But come here, I want you to listen to something.”

You did as you were told, sitting beside him in a rolling chair of your own. Han tugged you even closer and handed you his headphones. You put them on, giving him a look that said “let’s see what you’ve got”. He laughed and clicked play on the track he had queued up.

A trap beat began, quickly followed by a funky melody. Immediately you liked it, and leaned forward to watch how the audio layering changed on the program while you listened. Unconsciously, you placed your hand on Han’s knee while you listened, keeping the beat with your pointer finger.

“Wow!” You exclaimed when the track finished, moving the headphones to sit around your neck. “That was amazing Ji, seriously. I can’t believe how creative you are! That was like nothing I’ve ever heard before, how do you do it?” You asked, excitedly squeezing your boyfriend's knee as you turned to look at him.

To your surprise, Han was bright red and biting his lip. “Baby? What’s wrong, are you feeling okay?” You asked, suddenly concerned.

Han coughed awkwardly, nodding. “I’m fine, just warm suddenly.” He wouldn’t meet your eye.

You frowned. “If you say so, but let’s go home if you’re not feeling well, okay? I can’t have you getting sick on me.” You said, squeezing his knee once again as you went to get up and grab your jackets.

“AH-,” He squawked out as you did so, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth. You stopped in your tracks, before turning to look at him.

“Are you ticklish?” You asked, and Han’s heart sank. He had been dreading this question since you started dating.

“What? Me? No, what a crazy question! I would never- NAha!!” You cut his rambling off with another sharp squeeze to his knees. Han began to giggled freely, realizing he wasn’t getting out of this without a fight. “Baby, baby please- just think about this okay? Don’t- don’t tickle me!”

There was no reasoning with you. An evil grin spread across your face and you pounced, squeezing and scribbling at his knees, slyly sneaking your fingers inside the rips in his jeans to tickle his bare skin. Han squealed, laughing immediately as he tried to roll away from you or at least push your hands away.

“Bahahaby!! Nohoho!!” He whined out in between giggles, making small whimpering noises when you continued your torture.

“Sorry Hannie, I can’t help it if you’re ticklish!” You teased, only letting up your attack when he began to kick out at you. He may be cute, but tickling him wasn’t worth getting kicked over.

Han giggled to himself for a second longer, before glaring at you. You simply stuck your tongue out at him and turned to grab your things. When you did, he grabbed you around the waist and tugged you down onto his lap. Before you could even protest, he began to tickle you like mad, making sure you laughed just as much as he did.

It was a while before the two of you actually went home.

Felix:

“Leonardo DiCaprio used to be so cute… what happened?” You sighed, laying on top of Felix while the two of you watched Titanic for the millionth time.

“I think his head got bigger- is that even possible?” Felix replied with a laugh, running his hands through your hair.

You laughed with him and gave him a teasing look. “I guess so. But I’m just gonna say that your head better stay the same size, okay?”

Felix made an offended noise at your words. “Hey! What the heck is that supposed to mean?”

"I dunno, Lix. What do you think it means?" You laugh, nuzzling into his chest.

"Uh uh, no. You don't get to be cute right now!" Felix said, trying to hold back a laugh of his own. He reached over and plucked the remote off the coffee table. "No more Titanic for you, it's making you goofy."

"What? Hey! Give that back!" You whined, reaching for the remote in his grasp. Felix shook his head, holding it just out of your reach.

"Nope, I'm turning it off! Sorry baby." At these words, you panicked, desperately wanting to continue watching. And desperate times called for desperate measures.

Just before Felix could turn it off, you grabbed his chin, tilting it down so you could press a heated kiss to his pretty lips. When you pulled away, Felix looked like you had just given him the most mind-numbingly wonderful drug to ever exist. In his daze, he accidentally brought the remote back into grabbing range. You snatched it out of his hand quickly, sitting up with a victorious cheer.

"Haha! I win!" You cried, waving the remote around. Felix groaned, sitting up as well and giving you a pout. "Take that, Lix!" To add to your gloating, you used the remote to quickly jab him in the ribs.

Felix certainly wasn't expecting that and grunted in surprise, bringing a hand to cover the spot you jabbed.

At first, you were worried you hurt him. "Baby? Did that hurt? I'm sorr-," You cut yourself off when you saw the light blush rising to his cheeks. "Did that tickle?" You asked, laughing out in shock.

Felix's cheeks turned dark red immediately, and suddenly he was up from the couch and running towards the bedroom.

"Hey! Get back here!" You yelled out, getting up to chase him down.

Felix had run to your bedroom and he didn't even have enough time to shut the door behind him before you were on him. Quickly, you had tackled him onto the bed, hands finding purchase on his lean hips. You began squeezing and Felix screamed in protest.

"AHH!! NAHAHA!!" Felix cried out, his laughs loud as he tried to pry your hands off his hips. You just laughed along with him, swinging a leg over him to straddle his thighs.

"And to think all of this could've been avoided if you didn't try to steal the remote, hm?" You lamented between giggles, skittering your tickling fingers up to Felix's ribs. He let out another scream, throwing his head back as you began to teasingly count his ribs.

"NOHOHO!! DOHON'T DOHOHO THAHAT!!" The words were hardly intelligible through his screeching, but you understood well enough.

"Do what? This?" You played dumb, but dug your thumbs into a particularly bad spot under his third rib. Felix's hips bucked beneath you aggressively, nearly throwing you off. His laughter fell silent soon after, his hands clawing at your thighs and his face nearly turning purple.

You rolled off of him, rubbing his chest lightly and giving his shoulder kisses until he caught his breath. When he did, he turned his head towards you, blond hair all in his face, and let out a sigh of pure exhaustion. You giggled and pulled him into your chest.

He fell asleep soon after, leaving you no time to apologize for being a tickle monster. Hopefully the cuddles would make up for it.

Seungmin:

"Min! Come look at what I'm making!" You called excitedly from your place on the couch, working on your latest crochet project. It was a hobby you'd picked up recently, and after mastering some basic stitches, you decided to try to make something special.

Seungmin appeared from around the corner, t-shirt crumpled and sweatpants riding up on his long legs. He was rubbing sleep from his eyes and he looked kind of grumpy. "Whaaaat?" He whined, flopping down on the couch beside you.

You giggled at his appearance and ruffled his hair. "Were you napping? You should've told me, I would've kept quiet." Seungmin just grumbled in response. "Anyway," you held up your project for him to see, "Look! It's PuppyM!"

The PuppyM in question was your crochet project. You had found a template online and you decided to recreate it to surprise your boyfriend. The stuffy was definitely sort of wonky looking, but you tried your hardest and you thought it had come out okay.

Seungmin, apparently, did not feel the same.

His eyes widened as he took in the Skzoo's appearance, and suddenly loud, mocking laughs escaped him. "Whahaht the heheck is that?" Seungmin snickered, trying to grab for it.

You held it out of his reach, making an offended noise at his words. "It's PuppyM! I crocheted him..." You whined, feeling disappointed by his reaction. "I thought you'd like him..."

Seungmin sat up, still laughing about it. "He's so squished! What happened?" He exclaimed. You frowned at him and grabbed one of the pillows on the couch, smacking him with it.

"You're a real jerk, Kim Seungmin." You turned away from him with a huff. You took PuppyM and tried to finish the stitching on him, but you felt so mad that it wasn't going well. The crochet hooks were not behaving.

Meanwhile, Seungmin was feeling pretty guilty. He didn't realize you were so serious about the project or else he wouldn't have laughed like that. He held the pillow you smacked him with and stared at your back silently, wondering if he should apologize.

Seungmin called out your name gently. "I'm sorry, baby. That wasn't cool and I-," You turned back toward him quickly, frustration clear on your features.

"Oh now you're apologizing? Yeah, seems about right. You know, I worked so hard on this!" Your words were angry and you jabbed him with your crochet hook to emphasize your point. Instead of arguing back, Seungmin let out a squawk of laughter and clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes widening.

An evil grin spread across your face and you set your project down, moving towards him on the couch.

Seungmin scooted away from you as much as he could, already beginning to beg for mercy. "Baby, baby please. I'm sorry, okay?"

"What are you sorry for? Hm? Because whatever it is, it seems like you need a bit of a punishment." You spoke lowly, moving to cage him in beneath your body. Normally, this would be sexy, but now Seungmin was blushing for a different reason.

Before he could get another word out, you slipped a hand up his shirt and dug into his side. Seungmin bit his lip, desperately trying to hold in the laughter that was threatening to spill from his lips. It was working until you began to vibrate your thumb deep into the muscles in his stomach.

"NAHahaha plEHEase!! I'm sohohoryy!!" Seungmin cried out between laughs, trying to hide his face in his shoulder while his hands grabbed at you in protest. You simply giggled at him, blowing air into his ears when he turned his head.

"You were so mean to me, Min. How am I supposed to forgive you?" You asked, pretending to think while your hand destroyed his ticklish stomach. You made a humming noise and pressed ticklish kisses wherever you could, causing the tall boy to squeak and hiccup around his giggles.

"I'll do anything!! Nohoho mohohoreee!!" His words were pleading, but you still didn't feel satisfied.

"Ah! I know." You stopped tickling him, getting up to sit on his waist. "You tell me just how much you love my PuppyM and I might forgive you, okay?" Seungmin, flushed and teary eyed, nodded. Before he could catch his breath enough to tell you what you asked him to, you threw his shirt up, pressed your mouth to his lean stomach, and blew one long raspberry into his skin.

Seungmin screamed, thrashing beneath you as the raspberries just kept coming. "NAHAHA!! PLEHEHEASEE!! PUPPYM IS- GAHAHA!!! I LOVE HIM!! STAHAHAPP!!" Seungmin could hardly get his words out, and his laughter fell silent just after. You blew just one more raspberry before wiping your spit off his tummy and pulling his shirt down.

"There, was that so hard?" You asked, smiling down at your thoroughly wrecked boyfriend. He only whined in response, pulling you down to lay on top of him. You heard his breathing even out as you cuddled him. "You gonna fall asleep again?"

A sleepy kiss was pressed to your temple, along with an "mhm" from Seungmin before he fell asleep beneath you. You smiled a bit, feeling your heart swell from the amount of love you held for him, even if he was kind of a meanie sometimes.

I.N:

"Thanks for letting me do this, Innie. It means a lot." You said, pulling out your makeup supplies and setting it all down on the table. Jeongin was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, staring up at you nervously. You had asked him to be your model for a project at your beauty school, and he had agreed without thinking. The two of you hadn't been dating for long, and now that he was here, he felt kind of anxious.

Jeongin nodded, offering you a small smile. "It's nothing. I want you to do well on this project so it's the least I could do."

You smiled and leaned down to press a light kiss to his lips. "You really are the sweetest, you know that?" Jeongin blushed and looked away, but he couldn't help but smile when you giggled at his reaction. "Okay, I'm gonna start now. Just stay still, hm?"

He sat like that for a while, letting you pat various powders over his face. You painted pastel shadows onto his eyes, highlighting them with lots of glitter and sparkle to fit the theme of the project. When you finished with his face, Jeongin looked like a fairy.

“There! You wanna see?” You held up your small handheld mirror to him, and Jeongin nearly gasped. His makeup had been done countless times by many different people since he became an idol, but something about the way you accentuated the curves of his face made him feel really pretty. “Do you like it?” You asked softly, rearranging his hair lightly so he could see more of his face.

Jeongin nodded, still staring at himself. “You’re amazing…” He murmured, dropping the mirror from his face and looking up at you in wonderment. “You’ll definitely get high marks on this project, just you wait.”

You laughed at his words, a soft blush rising to your cheeks. “You think so? I think it’s just because I had an amazing model to help me out.” You grabbed something else from the table and your long, fluffy kabuki brush. Jeongin had seen those before and remembered them because of the cool name. “Alright, I’m almost done. I just need to do one last thing.”

Jeongin nodded, seeing you were holding a jar of fine body glitter. “Where does the glitter go?” He asked.

"I was thinking of dusting across your cheeks and your neck, just to highlight the colors on your face," you explained, unscrewing the lid of the jar and dipping your brush into it. "Is that okay?"

"Uh y- yeah! Yes, that's fine." It wasn't really fine, if he was being honest. Jeongin knew how... sensitive his neck was, and he wasn't wild about sharing that information. But you looked so excited, how could he deny you?

You gave him a beaming smile and began to brush the glitter over his cheeks. That spot wasn't too bad, but now you were gathering more product on your brush and-

"Ah!" Jeongin cried out, grabbing your wrist when the brush made contact with his neck. Upon realizing what he did, your boyfriend blushed and looked away, slightly nervous for your reaction.

You giggled, patting his shoulder. "Are you ticklish there?" Jeongin nodded, keeping his gaze on his lap. "You're so cute..." You cooed, tilting his chin up so he'd meet your eyes. "Can I keep going? It'll be over soon."

Jeongin blushed once again, but nodded anyway. You smiled, once again bringing the glittery brush up to his neck. Instead of freaking out or trying to stop himself, he let his giggles flow freely as they came. His eyes squeezed shut and his dimples came out as he cringed from the sensation, which caused you to ooh and awe over him once again.

"Are you really this ticklish? I'm barely touching you!" You couldn't help but tease him, entranced by his cute face and melodic laughter.

Jeongin did his best to stutter out some words. "Yehehes ihit's bahad!" The brush danced up to one of the spots beneath his ear, which made him squeal out and try to hide in his shoulder. "AHH! Nahaha!!" He was back to grabbing at your wrist.

This time, instead of trying to will him to take his hand off so you could move, you used your other hand to jab into his armpit. Jeongin let out another soft scream and clamped his arm down over your hand, leaving the brush free to finish its work. You kept your hand in his armpit, just as encouragement to let you finish up.

"Bahaha!! Nohoho!! It's so bad!!" He cried out, beginning to thrash in his seat as both his underarms and neck were seemingly tortured at the same time. You giggled at him, and worked on the last little area of his neck before you finally let him have a break.

"I'm sorry, Innie. That must've really tickled, hm?" You asked, setting the brush down. "I'm done now, not to worry."

Jeongin's breathing was a bit labored, and his face was on fire, but he looked more happy than anything. "It's okay, it did tickle but... I didn't hate it..." He admitted, once again not looking at you.

You raised an eyebrow as you packed up your makeup supplies. "Oh? I'll have to explore that more later..." You sing-songed teasingly. Jeongin let out a small whine at that, to which you chuckled.

"Come on, I need to take pictures of you, pretty boy."

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generic-sonic-fan · 7 months

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Why the heck E-123 Omega fascinates me so much

Look I'm not going to lie to you the reason I love Omega so much is that his canon writing is actually pretty lazy. They needed a "Heavy" character to pair with Shadow and Rouge so the writers had them stumble into a robot in the basement who's Gamma's half cousin-brother-something.

Hey player, remember that robot who had an arc and turned good in Sonic Adventure? let's just do that but again. don't worry about it don't think about it too hard.

Except the writers got even lazier this time around and his ENTIRE POTENTIAL CHARACTER ARC is summarized in one line by Rouge's dialogue, "You're mad at Eggman for sealing you in this room" (Sonic Heroes, 2003). Gamma's entire character arc, summarized neatly for the player, so they can start the platforming sections as soon as possible. It's videogame writing. It's not supposed to be a literary masterpiece, so it makes sense that they're borrowing on a concept that a fan of the Sonic games would have seen before if they'd payed Sonic Adventure.

Except, in the attempt to be as lazy as possible, they accidentally created a new type of character that hasn't been explored before??

Because Omega is NOT Gamma. Omega couldn't possibly be more different from Gamma! One destroys Eggman robots to bring about peace, the other as an act of war. One is quiet and contemplative, the other loud and brash. One chooses to cease existing, while the other so desperately wants to live. One is gentle and kind, and the other is just so angry.

In a franchise full of themes about the responsibility of creators to not cause harm with or to their creations, it's baffling to me that Omega is just dropped into the narrative and then promptly forgotten about. There's so many implications with Omega that would be fascinating to dig into from a fan perspective!

What made him the way that he is? Why is he so different from Gamma, so furious?

Now that he's out of the basement, how will he learn about the world outside?

How does his perspective of his origin from Eggman color his experiences and beliefs about things?

This guy has never had a friend before. How does he react to that?

How does he, an ex-Eggman robot designed to kill supersonic hedgehogs, interact with Sonic, the person he was likely designed to kill? Moreover, how does Sonic react to him in return?

Does Omega ever get lonely, as the only robot amongst organics?

How does he relate to Shadow, who was also made as a living weapon?

Meanwhile, trying to get him to show vulnerability is like pulling teeth. It takes a herculean effort to get him to show anything other than the front he puts up. Why's he putting up this front? What could get him to let down this front, even if just for a moment?

(for fuck's sake he's a tsundere. This should be at least a popular topic to explore, shouldn't it?)

And look, I understand. The reason that Omega hasn't been explored nearly as much Shadow is because he's been in less games and, when he has been in games, he's written as a one-note comic relief. But. . . so has Knuckles. So has Amy. So has Sonic. So has Rouge. . . the list goes on, yet the fandom lovingly embraces complex fan characterizations for them. But some fans continue to see Omega as a non-character. Which, as I've just explained, is baffling to me, because this guy has so much potential and transformative fan works are a place to explore that potential.

TL;DR: funny gun robot spin in my brain like he's in microwave despite the intentions of the Sonic Heroes writers. hehe. Go vote for Omega in the Team Dark poll.

MLA Citation for Fern:

Sonic Team, "Sonic Heroes". Sega, 3 December 2003, as cited from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6-SWVIr274

@fernsnailz

#OMEGASWEEP #friendly reminder to go vote for Omega in Fernsnailz's poll #e-123 omega #e123 omega #sth

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thedrunkenreadersreviews · 3 months

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Alastor's Villain Era ...

EDIT: It has been confirmed on Alastor's official Hazbin Hotel Wiki page that he was, indeed, having a panic attack.

Fireball seemed fitting.

*Long sip, sip*

Okay, I have had some time to calm down and think about things. I rewatched it all and thought long and hard.

*Sip, sip*

What the heck was going on with Alastor in the finale? Well, I think it is tremendously complicated.

To be honest, I know the popular theory is that via his deal he HAS to be at the hotel probably to defend it. While I want to agree with this theory, I can't put my full faith in it. It is a good theory, a great one, one that I held onto for most of season one. Now I'm not saying I'm dismissing it, rather, I am having doubts.

Because he left after he was hit. And who in their right mind would send Alastor, a deal-making demon, to where Charlie is?

But for the sake of this post, I'm going with the popular theory that he is there because of the deal he made.

*Sip, sip*

But let's look at episode 7 and episode 8 as sort of a package. Viv is the most detailed animator I have ever seen. She puts the smallest details in everything; from the news crawls to Vox's blue screen, Alastor's coffee mug, Adam eating ribs, the pictures in the background of everyone's rooms, like there are so many things that give you more information than what the characters could give you themselves. Nothing is in there just to be there; it is all connected.

*Sip, sip*

Alastor's microphone is an extension of himself and that is made exceptionally clear in episode 8.

In episode 7, he gives Charlie his microphone.

He's slipping. And by that "fuck" moment in episode 8, he knows he is slipping.

I am of the mind that Alastor made that deal with Charlie for future plans regarding breaking his contract. He didn't ask for her soul (not entirely sure, but I have some theories as to why), and then took her to see Rosie.

Rosie, who he considers to be one of his only few friends. And while Charlie, who is going through a rough spot that Alastor is completely aware of, is trying to speak to the crowd, Alastor offers her his microphone---an extension of himself. He gives her a small thumbs up (such a dad move), and builds her up throughout the number.

And when he is alone with Rosie, watching Charlie sing about her stepping up to be the Princess of Hell, this is what they tell each other:

Rosie: They're marching along. They're singing her song!

Alastor: Surprised? Why, I knew she could do it all along!

Both: She's bound to pass the test as Princess of Hell! Like her daddy, she is madly powerful!

Alastor: She's filled with potential that I could guide.

Rosie: I concur!

Both: Stick with her and you'll be on the winning side!

Now let's look at episode 8 and what he says to Niffty, his other close friend:

Alastor: It's been a surprising thrill to witness these wayward souls find connection. It almost makes one sentimental, ay, Niffty?

Niffty: I really like them, Alastor. They let me put on roach puppet shows without booing.

Alastor: Ah, an enjoyable collective to be around. I admit, one could become accustomed.

It should be noted, that he is looking at them from above with his face in his hands, leaning on the rail of a balcony, as if he doesn't feel like he belongs among them ... but almost wants to be.

*Sip, sip*

While I think his verse with Rosie is more about being on Charlie's side for power, he didn't need to give her his microphone. And he was alone with Niffty, he didn't have to put on a front or say anything like that but he did.

*Sip, sip*

It is obvious that they talked battle strategy prior to the fight. Charlie, without question, is the strongest person in the hotel. Even Alastor knows this as he also knows Charlie does not know how to use her powers in such circumstances. So it is decided that he, the second strongest who knows how to use his powers in a battle-way, would go onto the roof of the hotel. It is decided that Alastor will cast the forcefield.

But more than that. After the "fuck" moment, when Charlie sees Adam return to the main melee, she says, "But Alastor was supposed to ..."

Meaning they agreed that Alastor was going to SOLO fight ADAM! That was the arrangement. And Alastor seemed all too happy to agree to it. But this is how he handles beings he knows have superior powers to him.

With Lucifer, he finds something he knows will get under Lucifer's skin.

With Adam, he openly mocks him and for a while, he may think that Adam is too sloppy to really do any damage.

*Sip, sip*

And then ... "ffffffuuck."

And he nearly dies. That wound is not small. Alastor is cut. Bad. And in that moment, when he is on the ground, looking around, manic eyes, that is pure prey behavior. That is pure terror.

Alastor is terrified. Because he got hit. Bad. And he is on the threshold of death.

In the stream before the premier, Amir refused to answer the question of what scares Alastor, saying it would be too much of a spoiler and Viv agreed with him.

Alastor is terrified of dying. He retreats to heal up; granted, after a blow like that, I am not sure he would have been any help should he have lingered. Was it cowardly? Yes. Did it make sense? Absolutely. He is terrified and too badly wounded to push on after that.

*Sip, sip*

And then we hear his verse in the song. And these lyrics, coupled with Amir's fantastic ability to convey so much emotion into Alastor's voice (who needs it the most on account of his permanent grin), and the eyes, the hand placements, his body language, even his smile is off.

Alastor is having a mental breakdown. He is having the mother of all panic attacks. He is on the brink of foaming at the mouth in madness.

Because he knows he is slipping, and this deal is going to get him killed.

He defended that hotel (probably because he was forced to) but also in part because he cares to some extent for the hazbins. At least, he is rather fond of them, as we see when he speaks to Niffty.

And the thought that he is slipping, starting to have emotions, is forced to be there (possibly), and cannot access all of his powers (as is implied in the lyrics of his verse) because of the deal he made, he cannot fathom it. He cannot accept it. It is mentally destroying him.

I got hurt. I got hurt bad. I almost died. I barely escaped. All because of this damn hotel and my damn deal!

The visuals of that scene, from the background and the accompanying music---which is much darker for Alastor's than any of the other character's verses---compounded spectacularly by Alastor's movements show us that he is slipping into madness. He is becoming desperate to be free of his deal, he wants not power per se but security. If enough people are afraid of him, if he has enough power and influence (which is where I think Charlie comes in) then others won't try to hurt him.

*sip, sip*

Alastor's verse starts off somber, him reflecting on the fact that he almost got killed. And then it is shifts into his own mocking.

I do not think he sings, "Great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends," seriously. He says it like it is a headline in a newspaper. And his expression! His eyes are wide and wild, his smile large and somber, his brows are furrowed, he's dragging a hand down his face. He is distraught at the thought of this. Me? Dying for them? No! Not going to happen! I won't let that happen!

And he immediately corrects us and himself for thinking that that is the case. "Sorry to disappoint [us, those watching]. That is not where this ends!" Here, he is angry. He slams his fist into the control panel, draws his claws through it, and emphasizes that not. He is telling us as much as himself that he will not die for such a noble reason. And he is certainly not done in Hell yet, as obvious by his very next line.

"I'm hungry for freedom like never before." His hands are around him---around where he got cut---before spreading outwards. His eyes, the whole time, are on his hands. This deal is suppressing his powers. And this deal probably put him into the hotel. He is looking at his hands as if willing his freedom and his power to come back to him, because if he had them, he wouldn't have nearly gotten killed.

*Sip, sip*

Now is where we truly start to see him slipping into madness.

This deal, this oppression of my powers, and the people I have met because of those two things nearly got me killed! No way in Hell can I accept that.

Alastor is now more desperate than ever.

"The constraints of my deal surely have a back door."

The animators zoom in on his face. His eyes are going all over the place, his hands are approximately covering his ears, his smile is more clenched teeth than anything. It is the purest expression of a panic attack I have ever seen (and as someone who has suffered from panic attacks so severe I had to be hospitalized on numerous occasions), it is spot on. Everything just seems so loud when you are in that bout of excessive worry. You look all over the place for possible dangers, it is difficult to stand up straight (Alastor has been slouching this entire scene when he usually has perfect posture) and you hunt for an answer with such eagerness that your mind runs a million miles a minute trying to find one while also sifting through every possibility of what could go wrong. That is Alastor's expression at that moment. I have seen myself having attacks. It looks exactly like that.

"Once I figure out how to unclip my wings ..."

You don't even see his face anymore. It's a back shot and he's walking toward an ominous green light, the color of his power when it is manifesting. And he is still slouched slightly, still unsteady.

*Sip, sip*

Now here is the tumble.

"Guess [his "ears" are down in airplane mode, guess who is tormenting me right now] who will [now his ears go up and he fully turns around to face us, but I won't be leashed to them for long] be pulling all the strings!"

This is when we see his face again, back to its more calm appearance. That is him telling himself that he will never be put in such a situation again. He is going to be the one moving the pieces, not the other way around. And he slowly comes out of that slouching position as this line progresses. And he lifts his arms up while emerging from the green light is his shadow---his powers---rising with his voice, his body, his eyes too.

*sip, sip*

And what seals it for me is that laugh. That is not the laugh we have heard from Alastor all season. Alastor starts with like a giggle in his throat that bubbles up into something louder and more sadistic. The laugh that we hear at the end of episode 2 is very similar to the one in episode 5 just before he goes on his rampage.

This laugh is manic. It doesn't start as a low giggle in the throat. It is in full volume from the get-go. The only way I can describe it is sort of like a Joker laugh. He is gone.

*Sip, sip*

It is a treat, a true treasure, to see an evil character again. Every time Alastor is on the screen, you really don't know what he is going to do next. Even though he said he is at the hotel to see people fail, I call BS as I think most people do. Sure, that may be just a perk to him, but that is not the main reason. At the end of season 1, we still do not know for sure what Alastor's motivation is. We still don't know beyond getting himself free what is his goal.

That is why he is so incredible to watch. He can go anywhere, he could do anything, and it will surprise us.

I don't think he is leashed to Lilith but there is certainly something there. As for being gone for 7 years, I have a few theories. Lilith apparently made a deal with Adam or Lute or someone, as when Lute tells her that Adam is dead she mentions that their deal is off now. I want to think more on my theories before I post them but the main one is, for whatever reason, I think Alastor was in purgatory for 7 years.

"How to unclip my wings." That's a very interesting choice of lyric and if there is one thing we know for sure about this show, every lyrical line is chosen very carefully.

*Sip, sip*

Well, I think this post is long enough. I see Alastor soon going into a manic rampage. What I wanted most since the trailer for season 1 dropped (based on some of the scenes that were in it) was for Adam and Alastor to fight on the roof of the hotel. And man, even though Alastor lost, I still loved it! It showed us so much about Alastor's character and why he thought he could handle Adam alone. Going into season 2, I want to see Alastor unleashed. Fully unhinged, manic out of his mind, unleashed.

And please, let me know what you guys think! I love reading your comments. It helps me develop new theories too.

As the King Roach himself said in the Pilot:

Stay tuned!

*Sip, sip*

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel episode 8 #hazbin hotel episode 7 #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin hotel season 2 #hazbin hotel adam #vivziepop

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@elegysonnet

I don't know anything about Geno so he's not currently in the AU. But if I gathered enough info maybe I could add him somehow. Like I did with Rosalina! :00

As for the Error Sans thing, I'm actually not personally a fan of all the crazy Sans AUs. Error Sans, Ink Sans, Dream Sans, Nightmare Sans, Fresh Sans, Geno Sans, Horror Sansss,,, uhg, I'm personally not a fan. So none of these world destroying Sans or other similar individuals exist in my Multiverse. So my squad doesn't have to worry about them <XD

My redesign plans for Kinger was just to give him a fluffier coat basically XD And I didn't have anything in mind for Jax..

Also thank you! :DD

@deadspooderman (I blocked out the art, I don't wanna be a reposter!)

I think I've watched a few episodes before but I don't remember them..

Although I can see myself liking that Sensei character. XD What's his name.. Sensei Wu..?

Thank you, I hope the same for you! :DD

As for Jevil, the poor guy's currently still awake at like 2 AM to keep the groups fire going.. :(

GASSPPP.. THEY CELEBRATE HIS BIRTHDAY??? RUNNING TO NETFLIX RN-

@milk-powrit

Right now the main difference that I made up is that Undertale humans are significantly more powerful than Deltarune Humans.

DR Humans and Monsters are the same in terms of strength. For example, Kris and Susie's soul are of the same value and strength. Because they're both Lighteners. They're one in the same.

Meanwhile in Undertale, Humans and Monsters are very different creatures. Determined UT Humans, even determined children have the power to rewrite time. Meanwhile I headcannond that DR humans, even if they had determination.. cannot rewrite time like Frisk can.

All of this is completely made up and doesn't really align with the games, I'm aware- its just some fun XDD

@octonauts16

Becuase I haven't felt like it XD

THANK YOU!!! :DDDD I'M GLAD YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE! :DDD

@beryl-shade

I feel like canon Seam definitely does. But my Seam and Jevil don't have stuffing. The two of them are very much organic creatures with flesh and blood.

Spamton is fleshy too kind'a.. Spamton is a living creature but maybe less fleshy and more... bone..y...?? They're all strange XDD

Thank you! I don't intend on drawing anything new for my Kirby AU.. but who knows, maybe I will someday? Or heck maybe if I can remember to, I could dig around for some of the doodles I already made for it? :0

Also its not a FNAF comic that I'm working on.. but thank you anyway! <XD

He's meant to sound like a pirate, soooo yesn't? <XD Also thank you!

Ah, that's my bad. I've unblocked her. But take note! Part of the reason why I probably blocked that person was also due to a lack of posts. You're on Tumblr man, you gotta reblog stuff!

Ah don't worry, I'm likely to get back around to Octonauts sometime soon :}}

Upon Googling them I think I recognize them! I like the green one XDD

WAIT!! WHAT IF THEY'RE LACTOSE INTOLERANT???

@2006-stupid-thatsme

oooo that's a good question.. uhhhhh.... currently? I'd say maybe its the FNAF AU I've got going on :000

By father I assume you mean Natquik? If so, Barnacles was never angry or resentful towards him. My version of Barnacles thought Natquik was dead, because he disappeared many years ago and no one had any idea where he went..

Barnacles was rather grief stricken over Natquik. He wondered for years what happened to his old mentor and friend..

When it turned out he was alive, and had just been stranded in the Antarctic all these years? It was heartbreaking. Barnacles was so happy to see him alive but also so saddened by the situation he had been in for so long.. Barnacles immediately set to have the Gup-I repaired and a solid radio connection between it and the Octopod to be established.

Later on when he formed the Octo-agents. I headcannond that the very first person Barnacles went to recruit was Natquik. Telling him all the benefits of being an Octo-Agent. And he would say things like "If something ever happens to you out here, we have the funds and the means to be out here in less than an hour. If you're ever hurt o-or sick? We can be here. We can help you. You'd never be alone again.."

Natquik took the offer partially because Barnacles would clearly be more at ease if he did. But also to have a secure connection to the outside world? And if that connection is ever lost, a team of capable individuals will immediately go and search for him? It was just too good to pass up.

@djadecutie

When I get back around to the comics it will be just like it was before. A comic probably split into 2-4 parts and uploaded when ever I'm able to finish them. 🤷‍♂️

Also thank you! :DD

@crimson-thinker

What's Foxy's grief stereotype/virus method? I'm not quite sure I understand the question so forgive me if I give the wrong answer.. But I'm thinking that means "what is Foxy's mental situation in the swap AU?" If that's the case, his mental state can be described in 1 sentence. "He refuses to move on."

Partial Swap Foxy was deeply effected by the loss of Freddy and Chica. So much so that he kind'a acts like.. they're still around.?

The other animatronics have cut out anything Freddy/Chica related in their lives. But for Foxy, the act of removing/avoiding everything Freddy/Chica related just makes the grief more painful. To him it feels like he's discarding their memory. Like doing that is saying they didn't matter or shouldn't be remembered. It just makes them feel more dead..

Foxy is the only animatronic that will go back to that old show stage. Sometimes in his darkest times he will talk to the stage. As if Freddy and Chica are still standing on it and can hear him..

When talking to Gregory, he is similar to Freddy. Acting all chipper and like nothing is wrong. Though if Freddy and Chica are mentioned.. he wouldn't avoid the subject like Freddy would. He would talk about them, even if it rips him up from the inside. He would answer all of Gregory's questions about them and tell him stories. Even if it brought him to tears and their memory was almost too painful to bear. Foxy refuses to let go of the past. And despite how painful it is, he keeps dragging the past around with him like a dead weight. Freddy does the same thing but as he drags the past around he refuses to look at it. If.. If that makes sense--

Basically- Freddy and Foxy are both stuck in the past. But Freddy refuses to acknowledge that he is. And Foxy openly acknowledges it, even if it kills him inside..

(Also note: The main obstacle that Foxy would pose to little Vanessa is that Foxy is faster than Bonnie. And as a Glamrock, Foxy is pretty tough. So if he finds out that Bonnie is hiding a child in his stomach hatch? Well.. he might just have the means necessary to catch Bonnie and rip her out.. :x )

For the second question! Partial swap Freddy is more openly miserable than Classic Bonnie, yes.. But he doesn't miss the singing and the spot light. He misses his friends and making kids happy.

Seeing how sad all his friends are.. seeing how messed up Foxy is.. how defeated Bonnie is.. that's what depresses him. That's what makes him cry..

Thank you! I'm so glad you like him! :DDD

I imagined that Freddy just threw the old clothes away. They were really dirty and torn and Gregory didn't care about them.

He probably took some trash out of a bin, put the clothes in and then put the trash on top. Effectively burying the clothes so that no one would see it.

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDDD✨💜💖✨

@ocinstituterep

1: ReBLOGS, are allowed. RePOSTS, are NOT allowed. 👌

2: My Glamrock Freddy is probably pretty depressed :( and his depression has had years to develop and get slowly worse. 7-10 on the depressing scale.

But partial swap Freddy? His life just came crashing down. So he may also be depressed now, but he hasn't had any time to really develop it. Probablyyyy a 4-10?

@dragon-fly34

I'm glad you like my AU! But sorry! I don't take requests and I don't personally support that ship.. <:/

#my response #fnaf security breach #octonauts above and beyond spoilers #octonauts #deltarune #undertale

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thekatebridgerton · 5 days

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You know what, I think Eloise’s reaction to Penelope being LW through season 2 and to season 3 is taken from the anger Colin had in the book. She is angry and also jealous because Penelope is right from their argument, because unlike Eloise who is all talk about doing something but she never does. Penelope on the other hand DID something, she has A LIFE’S WORK, and Eloise can’t stand that.

Okay I agree and disagree with this Anon

I agree that Penelope was right and what she said to Eloise had been a long time coming, Eloise has a lot of advantages that other young women don't have and yet bemoans the oppression of a society in which she's oppressed the least. As tough her problems were the only ones that mattered. She's got very little self awareness and Penelope said what everyone else didn't have the guts to: that the world doesn't revolve around Eloise and her little mermaid ' part of your world ' problems

I disagree because I personally don't think Eloise is jealous. But rather that she had the wake up call all fake fans with a parasocial relationship have with celebrities when they meet and realize their idols are human... And flawed.

She's the audience throwing tomatoes at a performance when it's not up to her standards. The reviewer who leaves a 1 star review because their chef didn't change the menu, the Taylor Swift fan who signed a petition to 'save' Taylor from her relationship with Matty Healy. You get the point. Shes the type of fan and dare I say the type of friend who only likes something as long as Lady Whistledown and Penelope keep up the performance and conform to her idea of who they should be.

Lady Whistledown being that perfect celebrity writer and Penelope being the friend who never actively disagreed with her. So Eloise felt the betrayal in two fronts:

With LW it was very straightforward. The moment she found out that Lady Whistledown was actually an angry teenage girl and not a wise woman of the world, well of course she became an anti fan. I mean I know people in this fandom who send death threats to actors because uhh * puts on reading glasses * 'they didn't come back to the show ' well guess what, Eloise is exactly like that, just regency. I mean she's not the death threat kind of anti fan but as you can see shes definitely the ' this celebrity is dead to me ' kind of anti fan. (Although yeah, when we put it like that, jealousy is usually a big motivation in an anti fan hatred of whichever celebrity ' betrayed them' )

And I think that's the bulk of why Eloise reacted the way she did

The part that will probably go unnadressed in the show because its more messy is that with Penelope as a friend it was more personal because her friend had been lying to her, to her face, for a long time and worse, she was such a self absorbed friend that she believed the lie. Eloise thought she was close to Penelope but not as close as to see the Lady Whistledown in her. There's this whole side to Penelope, heck this whole career that Eloise doesn't know about. If Penelope lied about that then what else did she lie about? How many times did she agree with Eloise just to placate her (or redirect her away from the truth)

Note that I don't think Penelope is blameless in their fight, if Penelope felt she had to keep up a performance and pretend to be someone else even with Eloise, then her side of the friendship had its huge unnadressed trust issues too. But that's a post for another day

And that's the tea

#bridgerton #Peneloise #it's complicated #even i admit that #eloise bridgerton #penelope fetherington

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 11 months

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To Ms, Raven,

I was wondering if you could answer this question for me.

Why doesn't Riddle hate his mom and will he finally be fed up with his mom controlling his life and stand up against her?

I mean Mrs. Rosehearts literally made him study all day, banned his playing time, yelled at him for JUST eating a tart, and forbid him from playing with Trey and Chenya (literally isolating him) and a heck ton of other bad things.

Before we begin, let me make my intentions clear: my goal is NOT to justify Mama Rosehearts' actions in this response, but to explain Riddle's sympathetic feelings for his mother despite being the product of helicopter parenting, isolation, and potentially abuse. (I say "potentially" here because people have different perceptions of the severity of her actions depending on factors like culture and personal experience. Some people also have fan theories which draw conclusions of more severe abuse based on the few canon details we have; I will go into more detail about these points later in the post). PLEASE NOTE: in order to address the question posed to me, I will have to discuss many potentially triggering subjects, such as various forms of child abuse and the resulting psychological trauma and trauma responses. While I am not an expert, I do have some background in this area and will do my best to speak mindfully on these matters. Please proceed with caution!!

I think a good place to start off with is first reviewing Riddle's backstory and how his mother and home life is depicted to us, the players. We need to establish what is true and debunk what is false or not yet proven (because there are a LOT of headcanons out there which make Mrs. Rosehearts far more terrible than she is actually shown to be in canon, and many people tend to believe these headcanons as fact because "well, she abused Riddle and so I more readily believe she would also do these other terrible things"). We also need to clearly establish that RIDDLE'S POINT OF VIEW ≠ THE PLAYER'S POINT OF VIEW. We need to put ourselves in Riddle's shoes as much as possible as we walk through this discussion. With that being said, let's proceed.

Firstly, it's true that Mrs. Rosehearts has very... questionable and extreme parenting methods. In Riddle's post-OB flashback, we see a majority of these questionable methods on display: she monitors Riddle's nutritional intake, forbids him from eating sweets, and has him spending most (if not all) of his time studying. Later on, when she discovers that Riddle had disobeyed her, she yells at Riddle for breaking her rules, skipping studying to play, and eating a strawberry tart. As a result of this, she takes away the one hour a day Riddle had for self-study (when she did not monitor him) and forbids Riddle from playing with Trey and Chenya ever again. We would also later learn that Riddle's mom has already decided a career path for him to take (which would be that of a medical mage) and that her relationship with her husband is also rocky. However, the "heck ton of other bad things" she has supposedly done simply does not exist. Certainly, there are a lot of headcanons, and I fear that some fans may have conflated headcanon with canon.

At most, you could say you think Mrs. Rosehearts has neglected her son (perhaps not meeting his needs for affection/socialization) and/or perpetuated emotional or psychological abuse (shouting, isolating him, maybe one could also argue withholding affection when he acts out of turn, etc). Even then, interpretations will vary greatly based on a player's personal experiences and cultural background. (For example, it is more socially acceptable in some Asian cultures for parents to not be openly affectionate and more critical of their children, whereas this is VERY much frowned upon in the west. As another example, if you experienced this kind of parenting yourself, you may be far less willing to understand Mrs. Rosehearts' POV, maybe even believe she is undeserving of having her POV seen.) Mrs. Rosehearts has never laid a hand on Riddle, and she has also never been guilty of putting him down, name-calling him, or insulting his abilities. There are also claims that Mrs. Rosehearts starved her son, which is why Riddle is short in stature. (ADDENDUM: I believe this resulted from a misunderstanding; fans misinterpreted “600 calories” in Riddle’s post-OB flashback as his daily intake, which is far below what a developing child needs. In actuality, “600 calories” is per MEAL, which would, in fact, meet a 5 year old’s daily caloric intake, particularly Riddle’s lifestyle which does not seem very active.) Those are just common headcanons which people more easily believe because they already go in with this impression in their minds that Riddle's mom is an irredeemable monster. What I think is flawed with this take is that this is, in no way, what abusers are ACTUALLY like. Very few abusers (whether fictional or real life ones) are cartoonishly evil. This is also true of Mrs. Rosehearts. I always see people claiming she's the epitome of wicked, but if you look more closely at how she is presented, you'll see that she's... not. Yes, she still did bad thigs that scarred Riddle for life. That doesn't mean she didn't love for or care for her son, and this will ultimately also impact how Riddle sees her.

Let's go back to Riddle's post-OB flashback. Pump the volume up as high as you can, and listen to how Mrs. Rosehearts speaks to her son. Does that sound like a woman who hates her child or relishes in abusing him? No, that's the sound of a mother who worries about her child's safety, nutrition, and studies. Again, I want to reiterate that she DOES take it way too far and that I completely disagree with her parenting methods. However, that does NOT mean that Mrs. Rosehearts is 100% a bad person and has no redeeming qualities. She pushes Riddle so hard because SHE genuinely believes that this is what is best for her son and what will help him succeed, and Riddle also believes in this. We may not agree with how she's going about raising her child, but that is also no reason to make accusations of her which aren't true. Mrs. Rosehearts being a figure of decent character is also something which is supported in how Riddle and other townspeople act toward her. He truly admires her and her accomplishments, and works hard in his studies in an effort to please her; likewise, the townspeople know Mrs. Rosehearts as a competent doctor (part of which, I would imagine, involves good bedside manner). Also note that Mrs. Rosehearts does not randomly scream at Riddle (despite being known for having a temper), she only raises her voice when she is actually mad and concerned for him. Perhaps the anger is too much, sure, but she does not go off on her son for like... asking for a strawberry tart for his birthday. She addresses him very calmly but sternly and explains why he should not eat such a thing, and this paints her as more rational than being a constantly irate woman the fandom often assumes she is.

Consider also that Riddle will naturally have a good opinion of his mother just by being her child. Most children are socialized to look up to and to admire their parents, because these are the first people they get to know, and the people who will support the children throughout their entire lives. This may be even more so for Riddle, who grew up in a community where his mother was also admired by the townsfolk and he had very little exposure to differing points of view. And what is a child if not impressionable? We see this clearly illustrated in book 1, where Riddle is constantly repeating his mother's teachings or acting in accordance with them. For 17 years of his life, he was told and taught that his mother knew best, and that was, for all intents and purposes, ALL he knew. So when his worldview is unexpectedly shattered, it's NOT easy for him to put all the pieces back together again. That's why he lashes out at Ace when Ace tells him off--because it's hard to accept the truth that his whole life was a lie, and it's much easier to lash out and blame others for it instead.

17 years is a very important number here. It's a LONG chunk of time to only be exposed to like... mainly one worldview. Even when you realize what has been normalized to you for your whole life isn’t actually normal, you won't instantaneously change it. To think otherwise would be naive and short-sighted. Think of it like trying to break a bad habit or achieving a New Year's goal. It's not automatic, and it takes conscious time and effort to achieve. It's not fair to demand of Riddle that he suddenly hates the woman who raised him, and nor will it be easy for him to "stand up" to her or to rebel. You see it in book 4 before he leaves for holiday break: Riddle looked far less confident, even nervous, to speak with his mother, and understandably so. If Riddle reacted harshly to being told he was wrong, and then acts skittish about letting his mother know his true feelings, then it can be assumed that this is, perhaps, learned behavior. Riddle is scared about how his mother will react when she's told she has been wrong all these years. He's still a scared child who doesn't like being yelled at, just like when he was chided for disobeying her. That experience is still very much ingrained in his mind, and he fears similar punishments. Not only that, but think about how "by the books" Riddle is. If it's not on an exam or in a textbook, it's difficult for him to do. I guarantee you there is no textbook out there that gives a scared teenager step by step instructions on how to break this difficult news to a highly opinionated parent. Riddle is not only still reeling from his recent revelation, but also confused about how to navigate his new understanding of the world and of his mother. Of course it will be a challenge for him to articulate his thoughts to someone as imposing as his mom.

It’s difficult especially with children to come to grasp with the idea that a parental figure, someone whom they love and entrust their lives to, abused them. It flies in the face of all they’ve known, and to a still developing child it can be devastating. It’s the ultimate betrayal of trust. What happens a lot of the time is that victims of abuse try to justify or defend the actions of their abusers, whether for fear of their own lives, having developed sympathy for the abuser, or just so the victim can better cope with and make sense of their circumstances. I also want to add here that there are many cases where victims of child abuse try to justify the abuse to themselves by attributing blame not to their abusers, but to themselves. This seems to be the case with Riddle, as in his post-OB flashback we see Riddle stating "Because I broke the rules, my favorite part of the day was taken away from me." He refuses to cast blame on his mother because "she was the most accomplished mother in the city, and therefore, the most correct". This fits into and maintains Riddle's then current understanding of the world and is a protective measure that kids take to prevent damaging their egos; he was likely way too young and way too sheltered to be able to challenge it at the time.

All of this is also partly why it is hard for victims of abuse to leave their abusers. In Riddle’s case, it is particularly a challenge because he literally lives with his mom outside of school and has no other place he could really stay considering how tight of a leash his mom has on his schedule. Like… what even IS he supposed to do now? When he innocently defied her before, he was swiftly punished. He’s powerless. That’s what a lot of arguments for “Riddle should just stand up to his mom” fail to account for, it’s just not feasible for him to do given the circumstances, even if he did have the courage to do so. Can he really be blamed for not openly rebelling when he is aware that his mother will not respond positively to it and will likely make his life more difficult than it already is in retaliation? She could even pull him out of school if she wanted to and believed that her son was being badly influenced by the students there, and that would only make Riddle more miserable. There is no easy way to reconcile this complex situation.

Something else that needs to be said is while Riddle now realizes how controlling his mother is, that doesn’t mean he suddenly wants NO restraints whatsoever on his behavior or that he “should” hate her now. He’s someone that benefits from having schedules and some structure to his life, it’s just that his mother took it to an extreme. It’s also true that he puts a lot of value in performing well, so much so that he drives his dorm members to do the same. Now, it’s totally up for debate whether or not this is something that is a genuine aspect of Riddle’s personality and values outside of what his mother has instilled in him. However, it’s still the case that Riddle does not necessarily view rules and structure as a negative thing. He still imposes them considerably even after he comes to recognize his mother’s parenting was toxic and uses rules as the basis for his day-to-day behaviors, even obeying the usually absurd rules set by the Queen of Hearts. The same can be said of studying and the substitutes Riddle finds for traditional play (ie crosswords, logic puzzles, etc.). Riddle may just naturally be inclined to enjoy these things, or he could just have developed the affinity for these things due to having no other options. If these are his actual hobbies or how he likes to spend his time, then regardless of how they became his interests, they should be respected and considered legitimate. Mrs. Rosehearts is responsible for instilling good habits in Riddle just as much as she is also responsible for his childhood trauma.

I want to clarify that Riddle does not, of course, want other people (and certainly not his mom) making all of his decisions for him. He has thought about pursuing law instead of magical medicine like his parents had wanted him to, but is reluctant to express this to his mother (most likely because he thinks she won't take it well/will reject the idea). The thing is, Riddle does not want either extreme where rules dominate his life, and nor does he want no rules at all. He wants the freedom to choose some things for himself, but he also finds a degree of comfort in the "absolute"-ness of rules and governance. Riddle isn't at the point where he is entirely comfortable with making his own decisions yet, and that's why he still heavily relies on rules to guide him (even as late as book 6, when he refuses to let Azul get hurt because of a law stating that only those with medical licenses can perform certain healing spells). If Riddle cannot stand on his own just yet, then I don't think he's emotionally ready to unyieldingly confront his mother about... well, everything, either.

One comparison I sometimes see is that of Mother Gothel and Mrs. Rosehearts, and Rapunzel and Riddle. Both children are put in a situation with an abusive mother figure who keeps them isolated from the world, but there are key differences in their tales. For one, Mother Gothel is Obviously Evil and constantly and willingly gaslights and manipulates Rapunzel for her own gain rather than out of genuine love or concern for her daughter. At the end of Tangled, Rapunzel manages to escape Gothel’s clutches and into the lap of luxury as a royal (ie her true family). Riddle does not have those same resources or connections, and nor is Mrs. Rosehearts nearly as evil as Gothel is, which muddies the waters on what Riddle feels okay doing. Not all cases of abuse are the same, and nor do they all call for the same responses. We also need to think about the meta context of Riddle’s story; it’s not a fairy tale or a traditional Disney princess movie where he can marry out of his abusive household a la Cinderella style. TWST asks us tough questions about life and our relationships, and Riddle’s unresolved family matters are one aspect of that. We should not expect clean, perfectly happy endings in TWST where Mrs. Rosehearts is the clearly bad person to be hauled off to jail while Riddle declares his hatred for her and runs off to enjoy his newfound freedom. Easy solutions like that don’t suit TWST’s tone or its methods of conflict presentation and “resolution” 💦 (which are not really solutions, but more like works in progress).

Try to think about this from Riddle’s perspective and not as an onlooker only seeing the absolute worst aspects of his mother. You, as Riddle, assume your mother has your best interests at heart and have known her as your caretaker for all your life. You have lived one way for 17 years and you hardly know anything else. The one time you strayed, you and your friends suffered because of it. And now you're being told actually everything the person you considered a paragon, the person you basically modeled your life after, is wrong. Your entire existence and everything you've done (because it was taught to you), by extension, is suddenly wrong. You're not going to automatically hate your mom for doing this to you because in your head, because you have all these other factors to consider: the good sides to her that you have experienced, the good intentions behind her teachings, etc. It doesn't negate the pain you're feeling, but it definitely makes it a lot harder to swallow. It's like being told a lie your whole life and then you're exposed to the truth. It's not going to be easy to handle, and it will no doubt take extensive therapy, time, and effort to overcome and to muster the strength to even talk on equal terms with the source of his trauma. You can see this perfectly exemplified in Riddle’s post-OB flashback sequence; never once in it (despite being told from Riddle’s POV) does he speak ill of his mother. Instead, he seems lost and confused and hurt, asking her why his heart still hurts even though he has followed every single one of her rules. You can tell here that he does not hate her at all for what she has done, even though he also acknowledges that she is the root of his issues. Both things can be true, and there is nothing wrong with that.

I think a lot of the discrepancies in our perception of Riddle's mom and Riddle's perception of his mom ultimately comes down to not being able to put aside our own intense feelings of protectiveness for a character we like and/or have spent a lot of time getting to know versus Riddle, who actually knows his mother on a far more intimate level. He can see her goodness, and how much she cares for him in spite of her sternness. Understandably, some of us have also been in circumstances similar to Riddle, so we may empathize with him and want him to act out against his mom when maybe that isn't actually the best answer considering how... messy things are. We have to think like Riddle is and not like ourselves when trying to determine why he may not be entirely hateful toward her. No matter how badly Mrs. Rosehearts' behavior is perceived by us, the fact of the matter is that Riddle will find it hard to break free from her influence on him (which has basically shaped who he is as an individual) and will be reluctant to brand her as his abuser and completely turn his back on her. She is not only his family, but a teacher and mentor, and seemingly the main figure in his life so far. To throw that all away in the blink of an eye because he realized that person abused him just is not realistic. The abuse very obviously still happened, but the emotional attachment and the positive feelings Riddle has of that abuser are still there, keeping him tethered to them. The scissors are in his hand to sever that tie, but he also has to think of his own emotional capability to handle that cutting of the relationship and the consequences that will follow.

If I can make a quick aside, try to think about things from Mrs. Rosehearts' POV too. Imagine thinking you're a great parent and your son is so successful as a student, etc. Then that successful son comes to you during winter break after a year and a half or so of studies at NRC and he tells you actually you've been a terrible mom and they have everlasting trauma because of you. I don't know for sure what Riddle actually said to his mom then, but I imagine that any kind of information that challenges her worldview will be hard for her to take. It's the exact same thing Riddle is going through: living your whole life thinking one thing, only to have the rug pulled out from under you and it turns out the total opposite is true. I'm not saying you have to empathize with Mrs. Rosehearts, but please at least realize the similarities here. When you reframe the situation from her eyes, it's... basically the same as Riddle. You're faced with a hard truth, and you need to take the time to process it and come to terms with the mistakes you've made the past 17 years. I'm in NO way claiming that Riddle is to blame for what he went through, I'm just saying that this may all be difficult for Mrs. Rosehearts to take as well. (And it’s almost impossible to get a parent stuck in their ways to change their minds.) My point is, things are not going to change so easily on either of their sides, and it would probably only further aggravate the situation if Riddle were to keep instigating.

Maybe hate seems like the rational response to some of us. But for someone like Riddle who knows very little of the world and obviously still holds tender feelings about the woman who tutored him and took care of him... yeah, he's not going to default to hate. He's scared and confused and still trying to understand it all. I don't think we should push him or question why Riddle isn't hateful toward his mom. If anything, I think it's good that he isn't automatically putting all the blame for his actions on her. He's accepting some personal responsibility for the things he's done and said, and taking the time to reevaluate and reconsider his complicated relationship with his mother. That's a totally normal trauma response (just as much as hate is a normal trauma response for other victims), and I think it’s valid as a form of constructive self-reflection.

I guess I want to wrap this response up by saying… I know what Riddle is probably going through. His childhood is shockingly similar to my own, and I know that I’ve had to come to terms with a lot of complex feelings as a result of those experiences myself. But that’s not universal. Some people who have gone through the same things as Riddle may be angry. That’s normal too. We don’t always know how individuals will react to trauma, be it the same as Riddle’s or entirely different than his. Just because people think you should react with anger and hate doesn’t mean that victim actually will. We’re not in their heads. We don’t know the full story (Riddle’s post-OB flashback actually shows us very little of what Mrs. Rosehearts is like). All we can really hope for is to try our best to understand their perspective, support them without personal judgment, and grant them the space and time to decide what to do themselves, rather than impose our own ideals on how Riddle “should” behave or react in response to trauma. Even if the intent is good and we want the best for him, it may not come off as being all that helpful (something which I also talk about in this post).

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