#stan twice for a better life

[tarysu]

Mr telephone man | Tachihara x reader

woah uhm, HEYYYU GUYYSSS. My fiongers are dead ass broken from playing tekken w my dad (he's such a pro istg) but I was thinking abt making this erm uh tachi x reader fic (i'm crazy) anways enjoy!! ITS BASED OFF A SONG TOO!! tw: swearing idk bruh, some nsfw ig GRGRGGRGR (they're just kissing) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You haven't been at the hunting dogs' station for too long, but your role isn't exactly one of the practical heroes. No, you're not out there chasing down prey or sniffing out trouble like the rest of the team. You're the paper lady. And don't let the title fool you – it's no ordinary gig.

While the hunting dogs are busy being the action-packed heroes of the society, you find yourself knee-deep in paperwork. Unfinished tasks and untouched forms are your daily companions. While they're out in the field, you're holding down the fort, making sure the administrative side of things doesn't fall apart. It's a different kind of essential, even if it doesn't involve chasing tails or catching criminals.

when you first joined the hunting dogs, you only knew Sir Fukuchi. Your initial interview with him was a chaotic introduction to the team. Walking in, you found the hunting dogs in the midst of a minor dispute. A pink-haired girl was in tears, a brunette and a silver-haired individual were engaged in a heated argument – mainly about the questionable culinary creations of the poor brunette. Meanwhile, the 5th hunting dog was reportedly deep into a mission, infiltrating the Mafia.

You thought you had a decent grasp of what you were getting into, but this side of the hunting dogs took you by surprise. What kind of situation was this? you wondered. Slowly but surely, you grew accustomed to the atmosphere surrounding the hunting dogs. However, you never mustered the courage to get too close to any of them. Jouno Saigiku, in particular, seemed unnerving to engage in conversation with. Sir Fukuchi, on the other hand, proved to be quite the comedian with his fart jokes. Teruko stood out as an odd but positively positioned vice commander, and Tetchou emerged as the only one you deemed decent enough for a conversation, at least. As for the fifth hunting dog, you didn't bother taking an interest in him – he remained a mystery, and you were content with the distance.

Well, that was until you got a call. Seated in the hunting dog meeting hall, a ring echoed from the other side of the room. You stood up, anticipating yet another paperwork fiasco you'd have to tackle. But no, this time was different.

With a curious look, you made your way to the phone and decided to pick it up. "Hello, this is the hunting dog district. Who is it?" you answered. On the other end of the call, a male voice resonated – Michizou Tachihara, the 5th hunting dog.

"It's Michizou Tachihara. Could you possibly alert the rest of the hunting dogs for my return later this winter? " he spoke in a cool, composed tone.

You took note of his youth compared to the other members and couldn't help but wonder about the weight of his workload, considering his role as a spy. Again, you were the newcomer. Tachihara, unfamiliar with your voice, had to assume you were a recent addition to the team. In his line of work, he knew the ins and outs of everyone associated with the hunting dogs – from the receptionist of the building to the janitors. Yet, your presence seemed to be a new and uncharted territory for him. "Right away sir." "Thank you."

There you ended the call with Tachihara, not particularly invested beyond the task at hand. But before you could return to the looming pile of paperwork, another call interrupted your brief respite. Just what you needed.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, you answered, "Hello, this is the hunting dog district. How may I help you-"

"You cut me off."

"Oh, you again."

Your voice carried a tone of increased annoyance. Time was ticking, and the 5th had attempted a second call. Maybe, just maybe, you could transfer him to another line and escape the ongoing interruptions.

"Sorry again, I was going to ask who were you?"

Seriously? That's what he called for. You, accustomed to speaking freely around the hunting dogs, felt a surge of frustration. Tachihara was about to get a taste of your unprofessional tone.

"Fuck around and find out."

With that, you decisively ended the call. Well, damn? That sure left Tachihara in quite a shock, and it seemed to have put him in a foul mood. The encounter had a similar effect on you, leaving you scribbling the same shit on the paperwork in an equally foul mood. . .. ... .... ..... .... ... .. .

The phone rang, and once again, you found yourself stationed in the hunting dog meeting hall. The inevitable question lingered – who was on the other side of the line this time? As it turned out, it was the 5th hunting dog, him again.

"Hello, how may I help y-" you began, holding the phone to your ear, only to be met with the same voice that had soured your mood before.

"You, the fuck was with you?" He was clearly livid. Before he could even unleash a torrent of slurs on the line, you swiftly transferred the call to the receptionist. Today was not the day for dealing with his grievances. . .. ... .... ..... .... ... .. . Today brought an increased workload, and it seemed like a substantial portion of it came directly from the 5th hunting dog. This managed to fray your nerves. It was evident that this extra load was a consequence of your previous behaviour on the line, a somewhat irritating reminder that you were expected to meticulously organise every criminal report, particularly those concerning the mafia. So, there you were, ensuring everything was neatly arranged while also dealing with your usual daily paperwork.

Seriously, that mother fucker really knew how to retaliate for something minor. And then, just to add insult to injury, the phone rang. Sighing, you stood up to answer.

"Enjoyin' the paperwork?" he snickered on the other end.

"Well, thanks a lot, fuckface." You retorted. Tachihara on the other line seemed thoroughly amused by the response you threw his way. He was well aware that he was getting under your skin, and, on top of that, he was pretty pissed off that a newbie would dare to speak to him like that. "Hey, just a little reminder of what you got yourself into. Just know that you got more paperwork comin' your way. Got that?"

Seriously? More paperwork? Considering the stacks already piling up in the meeting hall, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of chaos.

"To think the government invests so much in your surgeries."

You rolled your eyes, your fingers idly fiddling with the phone line wires. It struck you as odd that he was the only one you seemed to be talking to, and his insults were fucking creative. It got to the point where you had to start jotting down comebacks on extra sheets of paper.. Now you found yourself spending a considerable amount of time engaged in an insult battle with Tachihara, all through the medium of a phone call. It had escalated to the point where you had to pull a chair near the phone line just to continue hurling the same insults. .. It had become a regular routine between the two of you – every phone call now seemed to be a platform for exchanging a barrage of insults. Colleagues passing by the meeting hall would often catch the most foul and heinous insults streaming from your mouth. Tachihara had managed to unlock a wild side in you. Normally quiet and obedient, you'd typically stick to finishing your paperwork and barely exchange words with your other colleagues. The next day, the routine repeated itself – the same back-and-forth of curses. It got to the point where even Jouno himself had to tell you both to shut the fuck up from the other side of the building. You chuckled at Tachihara's weak comebacks, but he'd find reasons to laugh at yours too.

Oddly, the insults ceased. During work, you always anticipate a call from Tachihara. Somehow, you had come out of your shell a bit. The conversations shifted from relentless insults to discussions about work and other mundane topics.

It made you wonder, are you seriously finding enjoyment in connecting with someone so distant through a simple phone call? You'd be damned. it seemed like even the other end of the line was taking an interest in you.

. .. ... .... ..... .... ... .. . It wasn't a regular day, it was an occasional one since all the hunting dogs were present in the meeting hall. Even the 5th himself was there. Although you hadn't planned on greeting him due to the impending workload, you found yourself somewhat pulled into the meeting hall to present reports.

You had expected Tachihara to look a little different in your mind's eye, but, lord, he was a clean guy. The scent, the full attire of an expected hunting dog, two piercing studs, a sharp amber gaze, and short ginger hair—all added up to his polished appearance. Yet, you barely exchanged words even after the meeting. He got pulled over by your colleagues to discuss his reports on the mafia infiltration. Oddly enough, he didn't even know what you looked like through the phone, but he assumed it was you. After all, you were the well-spoken newbie who had joined the hunting dogs staff team.

His assumption wasn't entirely baseless. You had been staring at him from a far distance, and he, being a keen spy, noticed it.

it took a while for the swarm of people to disperse. There you were, smiling a little more lively than usual. This was the fucker you had been pissed at for dumping stacks of paperwork on your behalf. Yet, it was surprising how a simple phone call had led to this moment.

Talking to him face to face felt a bit strange, considering the shitty threats you've exchanged through call. It took another long hour to finally approach him, especially since Sir Fukuchi had called him over to the office. At times, you were close to giving up on the idea altogether.

Summoning the courage, you finally approached him. The first thing you did was hit him hard on the back. In your defense, it was to fix his posture.

Tachi froze, then turned his head with a livid expression.

"OW—THE FUCK IS WITH YOU?!" his reaction was certainly amusing to you.

"C'mon? I was just fixing your shitty posture." You offered a smug grin. Tachihara was visibly pissed, your choice for a first-time interaction had certainly caught him off guard. However, you couldn't help but laugh. In retaliation, he hit your back with the same force.

You jolted a little, acknowledging that he got you back, at least.

"You also got a shit posture too," he remarked in a sassy tone.

For the past few months, the only member of the workplace you talked to was Tachihara. Some of your colleagues were surprised by how close you two had become within months of calls. It was safe to say he had become quite entertaining. Surprisingly, you discovered that you both shared a lot of interests. He initially thought you were more of a bookworm, given your polished and well-maintained work attire, but it turned out you weren't the type to shy away from spending your free time on game consoles.

He was young, just like you. The two of you related to most things and found yourselves laughing about the dumbest shit. But sometimes, as you looked at him, you saw more than just a companion; you saw a man you were falling for. There were moments when a thick lump formed in your throat, and your heart gave an unexpected thump. Maybe, just maybe, you were perceiving him a bit differently. Some of the jokes you made evolved into heartfelt expressions. Even the smallest displays of affection had the power to set your heart ablaze. Seriously, you found yourself looking forward to calling him, especially during his missions. Although, more often than not, you anticipated him reaching out instead. Sure, you got on his nerves, but you were one of his favourite fuckers to banter with. It was a welcome break, talking to you and taking a step back from the rest of the idiots in the mix. ..Sure, he saw you as someone close, and maybe there were times when you two felt a bit more connected when alone. His hand running through your hair and the occasional secret hand-holding behind everyone's sight made those moments special. You weren't certain about being official until one call left you squealing and squirming in your pillow. . .. ... .... ..... .... ... .. . It was the two of you, messing around like usual, goofing off in the meeting hall. It was early in the morning, and you both had to keep it quiet, or Jouno would undoubtedly be on the verge of telling you guys to shut the fuck up once again. God, Tachihara looked flawless in your eyes. He was sprawled across the stacks of paper scattered on the floor, and there you were, on top of him, admiring the 5th hunting dog. Your right hand gently traced his facial features before running through his short spikes. They looked hard, but to your surprise, they were quite soft. He felt mutual about you, and just as you were lost in admiration, he interrupted your thoughts with a taste of his lips. It was a long and agonisingly good kiss, where you could even savour the distinct flavour of him.

You too savored the taste of him, pulling away with a string of saliva connecting both your lips. He looked dazed, clearly affected by the taste of you.

Just as he was about to lean in for another kiss, you sat up and placed your hand on his lips to stop him. It was the meeting hall, and as much as you wanted to savour his tongue, the two of you would make a little too much noise.

"Gettin' eager, are we?" You teased.

His cheeks still blazed with red, and he looked away from your gaze, pulling your hand down from his lips.

"Well, this fuckin' sucks." He muttered. "Well, it sucks even more 'cause we got a mess to clean up," you remarked, indicating at all the paperwork scattered around the floor. You gave him a small peck on the cheek, reassuring him.

"Another time, I'll let ya pound my ass," you declared, standing up to prepare to clean up the mess the two of you had made.

"Ya might as well be the first one to pop my cherry."

Well, that clearly set Mr Telephone Man on fire—a hot, red mess.

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[deus-ex-mona]

1000000% lateness ✨guaranteed✨!!!!!

#this is karma for being a horrible person ig lmaoooooooooooo #i hate trains soooooooooooo much >:( #it was so crowded i could barely breathe… even though i was literally standing right next to the door fml #pros of being hina/arisa sized: being able to squish anywhere on a crowded mode of transportation #cons of being hina/arisa sized: having tall af people tower over you when you’re ✨claustrophobic✨ #i truly despise trains with every fibre of my being. they suck. #like… i even have bad times when i take the bounce train after work in order to guarantee a seat #i’m just there chilling and napping when some random old guy shakes my arm to wake me up bc it’s the terminal stop >:( #it’s already happened twice >:( nap mood? ✨gone✨ but tbf to the first guy he tapped the seat next to me instead of physically shaking me #but the second guy… (ʘ‿ʘ) i still get mad when i think about how he kinda smiled at me from behind his mask and pointed at the door… #…as though he was saying ‘hey. here’s your stop. wake up’ or sth. why can’t people just leave each other alone on the trains? #truly，the life of a people-fearing/despising，touch-adverse，train-loathing，high-maintenance individual ✨really blows✨ #this is why buses are better. the seats on them are always more comfortable than train seats anyway!!!!!!! #sorry if you read all this. anyways stan buses (not trains)!!!!! #it is suiyoubi my dudes

[poppurini]

him as a private tutor

leona, jade, malleus, lilia & gn reader

magicless au, platonic, for fun

˖ leona kingscholar

“Just Leona. Let me see your textbook.” no introductions or anything, just straight to the point. probably doesn’t ask for your name since he already knew. yes he didn’t prepare anything beforehand, no flipping through your syllabus before the actual tutoring because this man just skims through your textbook under twenty minutes and started teaching. yes he’s good at it. unfair, really. sometimes he’ll get a generational shock at the current syllabus though. “The hell are kids learning these days.” “Do you even need these in real life.”

he may seem like an indolent man (and he is) but it’s honestly so impressive of him to be able to understand your syllabus the moment he reads through them and being able to teach you about it.

strictness is 4/10 he doesn’t really care if you didn’t do the homework he assigned bc he’s not gonna be the one failing those exams that determines 70% of your future. yes those were his exact words. he might nag you a little but after that nothing’s on him. clocks off right on time.

˖ jade leech

this mf whips out a whole stack of 9cm tall worth of exercises for you because he thinks it’s funny. eerily friendly. might unintentionally make you feel a little dumb when he does that little inhale and tilts his head slightly, looking genuinely confused as to how you could get this question wrong. wears glasses (i know what jade leech stans are) occasionally. yes those attractive thin framed ones. only when you’re halfway selling off your soul to deal with the mountain of exercises he’s telling you “Oh, you needn’t get all of them completed today.” with that very innocent smile.

strictness is 7/10 he’s scary when he’s strict. might let you off the hook once or twice with incomplete homework (only with valid reasons tho) but afterwards that service smile drops and questions why you’re so reluctant on doing homework. it’s just a 2k word essay. also clocks off right on time even if he’s about to finish teaching a topic he’s not going to provide free labour.

˖ malleus draconia

this man is INSANE literally not one day does he wear a casual outfit to your sessions it’s always professional wear with him. yeaah i’m back with my dress pants dress shirt along with vest plus neat tie malleus only this time he doesn’t have his collar unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up sob sob gotta look clean. intimidating asl but that’s just bc he’s bad at connecting with the younger generations (or anyone, really) however it’s very sweet of him to still try and crack some academic related jokes with a straight face (it’s up to u whether they’re funny or not) hoping you’ll laugh. look he really wants u to open up to him so that u can absorb knowledge better instead of being constantly on edge around him ok

strictness is 9/10 oohlala much like jade he’d close an eye if it’s not a frequent occasion but he demands respect and you constantly putting off the works he assigned to help you clearly shows you don’t think of him as anything. he is patient and nice but only when you deserve it. also he’d delay a maximum of twenty minutes of your time after class ends just to finish talking about the topic.

˖ lilia vanrouge

DEADASS the most fun tutor ever. he’s all malleus ever want to be. bought drinks or snacks on his way and decided to buy you some too (just take it even if the flavours are weird). this man makes you comfortable around him instantly and teaches better than most of your teachers in school. definitely checks out your stationary while you’re suffering in doing matrixes. you can hear him mumbling to himself sometimes “Broo we didn’t even have these back then.” and it’s a squared glue stick. “Can you link me where you got this.” also THE most patient tutor and he won’t even let you feel bad for making him explain the same thing for the nth time. his job is to teach! not scold.

strictness being a 2/10 he’ll still advise you to do your homework but not in a scolding manner. he’ll really gently talk you into doing them for your own good unless you’re outright being disrespectful then the rate changes :p will ask if you want him to continue when the clock strikes end of session. if you don’t, okay! he’ll get back to it next lesson.

#leona kingscholar x reader #jade leech x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #jade leech #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #gn reader

[akiraruru]

(๑•̀д•́๑) " 𝘼𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤 "

Included: Kaeya, Diluc, Albedo, Zhongli, Raiden Ei, gn! Reader

CW: Mentions of drinking.

A/n: Stan twice for better life (stream set me free on Spotify!) Possibly ooc, not proofread

Kaeya:

▶ You know when the bartender serves your drinks? And when you go and get your drink he'll snatch it before you can before giving it to you. I don't know why but I just feel like he'll do this to tease you lol, he doesn't do it often though.

▶ It's really frustrating because it's like when you're about to eat something but your siblings get to it before you. Kaeya finds it funny how your face turns when he does it.

▶ Like imagine you're so excited to get your drink but then BAM snatched.

▶ At first you'd be a tad bit confused because he didn't say anything about it so you'd just kind of ask him why after a while.

▶ When you ask Kaeya about it he'll just laugh it off and say he's just simply teasing you.

"Okay here are your drinks, hope you guys enjoy it" the bartender says while they put down your and kaeya's drink "Thank you " Kaeya says in thanks to the bartender, you went to get your drink but kaeya got it before you, you looked at him in confusion as to what he's doing "Why'd you get my drink?" You ask while he just chuckled and put it back on the table. After a while you've slowly grown used to this particular habit of his.

Diluc:

▶ Diluc has this habit where he would pop out of nowhere behind you and suddenly touch you without saying a word before greeting you hello.

▶ It's kinda creepy too because you don't really know when he arrived behind you because of his quiet ass.

▶ AND AND he would just smile at you innocently as if he didn't just pop out of nowhere and scare you.

▶ Diluc doesn't really get why you get startled because he thought you always knew he was coming right up behind you.

▶ Now this can be real annoying especially if you get startled or scared easily lol.

▶ If you ever tell Diluc about it, he'll try his best to make his presence known less scary.

Since Adelinde was on a day off you were cleaning the dishes after you and Diluc had dinner, after he ate, he excused himself as he had documents to sign so obviously you thought that he was upstairs. Well, you were kinda right but he decided to do them later and came back down to see you washing the dishes, you didn't notice him coming up behind you as you continued to sway your hips while singing. He suddenly puts his hands on your waist causing you to jump and look behind you quickly.

"What do you want to do tonight?"

He asks, you look at him with sightly wide eyes before returning your attention back to washing the dishes.

Albedo:

▶ I will be doing this in modern au because why not.

▶ Albedo has a habit of pointing out your spelling/mistakes in chats.

▶ He would correct them too.

▶ Like it would just be a tiny typo then he's be saying "you spelt ___ wrong"

▶ I love albedo but PLEASE, he's sometimes so logical at times it isn't funny any more.

▶ He will literally notice the slightest mistakes in your grammar. Like you didn't put the comma in the right place? He'll notice.

☑ [name]: Hey 'bedo you coming later?

☑ Albedo: You forgot to add a comma.

▶ Leave them grammar mistakes alone.

☑ [name]: Did you knoo about the homework yesterday?

☑ Albedo: *know. Yes I did, thanks for reminding me.

☑ [name]: okay, it's due tomorrow

Zhongli:

▶ Zhongli's annoying habit is that he sometimes speaks in deep words and would often not say what it means (this is me fr in my native language, I never understood deep words T-T)

▶ You'd be having a normal conversation with him and then he'll say something like 'Mellifluous' and then if you ask him he'll just look at you for a second then go back to what he was talking about.

▶ But if he's feeling generous he'll actually say what it means.

▶ Mellifluous is a word to describe someone's voice as sweet-sounding or musical lol.

▶ These stuff usually happens when he's telling a story that happened when he was still an archon or whenever he's talking about stuff like flowers, history, etc..

▶ It also happens often at tea time! Since that's where he mostly tell his stories and experiences.

▶ While you kinda found it confusing, it was also kinda attractive since he speaks so proper and formal.

"Guizhong is a kind girl, her voice was mellifluous and smooth. It's pleasant to hear" He said as he talked about his old friend Guizhong. "Wait, what's mellifluous?" You ask, not knowing what the word means "Ah.." He just said before looking down at his tea then continues to talk about Guizhong, about how she was when she was still alive. You sat there in confusion.

After a while he finally says what it means "Mellifluous means that someone's voice sounds sweet or pleasant to the ear"

Raiden Ei:

▶ I THINK we know what she does.

▶ Raiden would sometimes steal your mochi/sweets when you aren't looking.

▶ Like for example you got distracted by something, either by a person talking to you or when she purposely distracts you by saying things like "[name] look! There's a cute cat over there"

▶ She'll make sure you're fully distracted before getting a piece and stuffing it in her mouth lol.

▶ Sometimes you can tell she ate a piece because of the residue on the sides of her mouth lol.

▶ If you ever notice a piece is missing and you ask her about it she'll just deny it and say that you already ate it (gaslighting at its fullest)

▶ She'll just look at you confused as if she didn't just sneak a snack into her mouth when you ask her about it 😒.

▶ You can tell she ate it though, but we don't talk about that, you don't have the heart to tell her.

You were munching on some cookies while also giving bites to Ei because you know how much she loves sweet stuff "[name] look is that yae?" Ei says while pointing her finger at something in order to distract you "hm?" You acknowledged as you turned around where her finger was facing, while you were trying to see where Yae is Ei took a cookie or two from the container it was in and quickly ate it "hmm.. I don't see her" You say, not being able to see the pink haired girl. You turn back to your cookies and there was only one left "huh, I swear there were two cookies left" You said while you searched the table, you then turned to Ei and asked "Ei have you-" You cut your self off as Ei looked at you with an innocent face while you notice the crumbs on the corners of her mouth that wasn't there before.

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[oliviajdjarin]

Azriel Shadowsinger: Test Me

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: after centuries of disappointment, you have developed impenetrable defense mechanisms, until Azriel sees right through the cracks.

Warnings: reader is self-conscious, self-loathing, and “unworthy” of love. Her family is also dead. Crying, kissing, and Azriel gets in her face. Other than that, all comfort.

A/N: I think I have become an Azriel stan account at this point. Sorry about that. I hope you all enjoy :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, reblog, or ask, it would be much appreciated <3

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The pads of your fingertips rubbed your sleep-crusted eyes for what seemed like the thousandth time that night.

Realizing that you didn’t even know if it was night anymore, you blinked twice more and curved your spine just enough to peer out the grand window behind you. You hissed when the rising sun hit your eyes, and went back to rubbing them.

Ten hours.

You had been in this godsdamned library for ten hours.

The lengths you would go to pull another out of their mess never ceased to surprise you. Especially when it was Rhysand.

The High Lord had been a friend of yours for an unreasonable amount of years. You were financially comfortable, given your family’s copious inheritance after their passing, so you continuously offered to help Rhys out of the “goodness of your heart.”

He assumed it was pity, but he never passed on the offer.

Given how often you elected to help him, you had gotten to know his Inner Circle intimately, especially when the High Lady came along. The seven of you would share a meal as often as you could, and the laughs and stories that came out of them always kept you wanting more.

You enjoyed their company more than everything, but at the end of every night, you would return home to an empty bed. An empty house. An empty heart.

You could see how Feyre looked at Rhysand, and vice versa, and you couldn’t help but let your heart sink down into your stomach. You were beyond happy for them, but it made the left side of your bedsheets that much colder.

You could blame it on the death of your family. Or the questionable males who had fallen into your life. You could even blame it on your hectic schedule.

But you knew, deep down, it was you who pushed even the chance of a relationship away. You didn’t know if it was trust issues, or a fantasy of being completely unlovable, but you pushed them away. Every chance you got.

You rubbed your eyes some more, not wanting to fall down that stale and depressing train of thought, and reached for your third cup of warm coffee.

After picking it up, however, you realized that the cup was not only cold, but it was empty.

You exhaled through your nose, not wanting to move from your spot, when the wooden doors of the entrance suddenly creaked open ever so slightly. You waited for the footsteps to echo into the high ceilings, but you were only met with silence.

And that’s when you knew exactly who it was. You knew the unique sound of his silence, whether you liked it or not.

The blue of his leathers met your eyes first, making your eyes squint, and your lips lift into a curve.

The Shadowsinger had always managed to add a bit more life into you.

His hazel eyes met yours, and you closed your own and began massaging your temples when you saw what he was holding.

“Made this one a bit stronger,” he said, morning voice ever so present. “Figured it’d help your headaches.”

You had mentioned one time, one time, that nothing could cure a headache better than a warm cup of freshly brewed coffee, extra sugar. You didn’t know why you were so shocked he remembered, since paying attention is quite literally his job description, but he still remembered that small little detail like it wasn’t even hard.

You shook your head slightly and squeezed your eyes harder, and felt him slide into the chair next to you, as well as moving it a comfortable distance away from you. The weight of his sculpted body caused the wood to creak, and the smallest laugh left your nose.

He set the delicate mug onto the dark wood, clinking it into the other three.

The other three, also brought in by him.

He brought in the first as you were setting up your papers, saying that you’d need it for the long night ahead of you. He brought in the second around midnight, saying he was headed to bed for training early tomorrow. He brought in the third, saying it was hard for him to sleep knowing you were in here by yourself.

You elected to ignore that last part.

You opened his eyes and looked into his face, seeing shades of purple on his eyes similar to your own, and took the coffee with a click of your tongue.

You smelled it before taking a sip, and the tension in your body slowly rolled off of you.

“He fucks you over every time you do this, you know,” Azriel said, leaning back in his chair.

“I know.”

“Maybe you do pity him.”

You snorted. “I pity all three of you.” And he chuckled in response.

It was true, in a way. You knew how much they sacrificed for the safety of Velaris. Hel, you saw how much they sacrificed. Their bodies had been forged by it, and yet they still found a way to have a heart.

For as long as you’d known Rhysand, the stresses of his job had been one of the main things he talked to you about. He had always praised you on being a good listener, helping him with whatever advice you could come up with, and he never failed to thank you for it. He knew you didn’t want riches or power, so he thanked you in friendship. Family.

And that’s how you met Azriel.

From the moment your eyes met, you couldn’t shake away how similar he felt. How familiar.

Quiet, spoke when spoken to, and deathly observant.

A listener at heart, and willing to rip his own heart out of it meant that the ones belonging to the people he loved would beat.

You liked him. A lot. Not that you would ever admit that.

It took some time, but you slowly began to succumb to the draw you felt towards him. You would say something witty at a dinner, he would smile, and vice versa. You would elect to sit next to each other, rather than on opposite ends. You would give each other looks, knowing you were thinking about the same thing.

After a few nights of sharing stories about your childhood, he opened up more and more about his own stresses, and you saw a side of the Night Court’s Spymaster you never thought you would.

He was just as scared as everyone else.

You listened to him, as best you could, and when he looked to you to share your own, you elected to only ask him more questions.

You wanted to be a vault for him, not a book. You had never been that way.

The two of you have had many repeats of that night, and you considered him your friend. A close friend.

But that was it.

That was it.

After a beat of comfortable silence, you took another sip of your coffee.

“Thank you. For this,” you mumbled.

“You’re welcome,” he replied.

“I told you you didn’t have to.”

“And I told you that I wanted to.”

You shook your head again, and took another, long sip.

He watched you while you drank, rubbing his pointer finger and thumb together. He did that when he was thinking. Observing.

“You always do that, you know.”

“Do what?” you replied. Of course you knew what he meant.

“Whenever I do something nice for you. You can never just…accept it.”

You scoffed playfully, trying to avoid this conversation in any way possible, but he just kept looking at you. Like you were some sort of puzzle he was on the verge of piecing together.

A few moments passed, and you cleared your throat and set your still steaming coffee down.

“Well, thank you again for—“

“You did that at Solstice too. When we gave you our gifts—”

“Azriel, I need to get this done—”

“—and when Rhys planned your birthday dinner. You told him you didn’t want one. Insisted on it.”

You had never heard him talk this…passionately. His voice was usually soft, like a whisper.

As much as you wanted him to stop, you didn’t know if you’d hear his voice like this again.

He brought his left hand to his mouth, curling it around his jaw in thought, and you scoffed again.

“I think I’m doing it,” he whispered. “I’m figuring you out.”

“There’s nothing to ‘figure out,’ Azriel.”

He smiled when you said his name. He looked almost cat-like.

Shit.

He had you in his net. He knew that. And you knew that.

“I watch you you know,” he mumbled. “I like watching you.”

Had he moved in closer?

“Those nights talking on the balcony,” he said, tilting his head to the side, “I have never talked about myself more in my life.”

You hoped he hadn’t noticed. Nobody else ever did.

“How did you do that?” he asked. “Pushed me away without even trying?”

Your breaths turned shallow, and your glassy, tired eyes were giving their last pumps of energy to stay connected to his.

He wouldn’t see through you. He couldn’t.

“You do that at our dinners,” he continued, “all the time.”

You did. You always did.

“How long have you known Rhys? A couple centuries?” He tilted his head more to the side.

“How much about you does he actually know?”

You continued to meet his gaze, gnawing on the inside of your cheek so intensely it began to taste metallic.

He slowly stood, showing off the full magnitude of his tight leathers and chiseled physique. It never seized to amaze you.

These males were machines.

He took steps forward as he continued speaking, and your breath quickened as he went on.

“Is that what you do?” he asked softly. “Push people away when they finally start getting close to you? Give them excuses to leave? To get out while they can? It hurts less that was, doesn’t it?”

You didn’t know if it was the copious amounts of caffeine in your system or the exhaustion, but a film began to coat the outer layer of your eyes.

“You test them, don’t you? To see if they’ll stay.”

Of course you did.

Centuries of being disappointed, let down, and left behind. Whether it was friendship or something more, they never stayed. Ever. You had yet to be proven wrong about a person’s intentions of longevity.

Your guards were insurmountable. Unmovable.

But, for the first time in years, they were beginning to waver.

“No one has passed them before, have they?”

You sniffled, tears clouding your vision.

You were done

“You are being cruel.”

Your statement obviously stunned him, enough for him to freeze his motions for a second or two, before he continued.

“I’m being honest,” he said in a much softer tone. “I see you Y/N.”

He finally made it in front of you, and turned your chair around to face him completely. He placed his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning forward.

“I see you.”

He placed his right hand on your chin delicately, having you look up into his hazel, golden-ringed eyes. Your throat was on fire, and a single tear dribbled down your cheek.

“Y/N,” he whispered, close enough that his breath cascaded down your hot cheeks. He wiped away the tear with his thumb.

“Test me. Test me all you want. Because I’ll pass every single one.”

You felt your walls fall down, and down, and down.

“You won’t win,” he continued. “Those little voices inside your head won’t win, because I’m not leaving.”

You released a quiet sob. Not of pain, but of the utmost relief.

He rubbed his fingers against your jawline, doing his best to comfort you.

You needed to hear this.

You cried softly into his hand, and he brought the other one up to frame your face.

“Y/N,” he mumbled, and kissed your forehead. It was so light you barely felt it.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

Those words brought down the final wall, and centuries of tension were finally set free.

He felt you begin to crumble, so he brought you into his chest, letting you grab onto his leathers as you cried. He held you delicately, but firm enough to keep you upright. Your tears dripped down his waterproof leathers, coating the blue designs.

He rubbed your back, and pressed his nose against your neck whispering over and over.

“I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid.”

“No one’s ever stayed. No one who I’ve let in has—has ever stayed,” you cried. You could barely catch your breath.

“I know Y/N. Trust me baby, I know.”

He kept you against him for some time, long enough for the exhaustion of the last twenty four hours to settle in, and you finally pushed away from his warmth to look into his eyes.

Tears of his own streaked down his cheeks, but the rising sun was high enough to make his tan skin that much more inviting.

You didn’t know how such a beautiful male had fallen into your lap.

You sniffled once more and wet your lips with your tongue before whispering, “I see you too, and I know you have tests of your own. I will beat them.”

He smiled at you, genuinely, before replying, “You already have.”

A few more tears escaped you. Tears of pure joy. You had forgotten what that felt like.

He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but you didn’t want to hear any more. You wanted to feel him. That’s all you wanted.

So you pressed a chaste kiss against his lips, so quick he didn’t even have time to close his eyes, but a faint blush crept up his neck.

You exhaled a laugh, and he smiled wider than you had ever seen.

“Come here,” he laughed, and pulled you in for a deeper kiss.

You had kissed plenty of males, enough for you to know what you were doing, but you had never kissed anyone who made your heart beat so fast.

He kept his hands on your face, tilting your head back to kiss you deeper and deeper, and your hands fell flat on his chest. You were still seated with him standing above you, but he was crouched low enough for his tongue to brush against your own.

It felt good, to finally give in. You felt liquified, as if you could slip through his fingers.

After a few moments, he brought his hands down your body, and rested them underneath your thighs. He gave them a firm squeeze, and groaned into your mouth.

At that moment, something wiggled inside your chest, like a loose end threatening to snap. It was the most foreign feeling you had ever felt, but it also felt right.

Azriel began breathing harder, and pressing you back into the chair. You didn’t know if he felt what you were feeling, but his heart-rate against your palm said otherwise.

After a few more glorious seconds, Azriel pressed the firmest kiss against your mouth before pulling away, and rubbing his nose against your own.

“You’re exhausted. I know you are.” He was breathless. Utterly breathless. His pants framed your face, and his chest moved up and down against your hands.

“You’re exhausted,” you countered. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

He smirked, and you ran a hand through his thick brown hair, shaking your head. There was a remnant of sweat, either from his morning training, or your kisses had gotten him that worked up.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he closed his eyes. Savoring it.

“Thank you Azriel.”

He smiled toothlessly. “You’re welcome.”

And that was it. You accepted it.

You could see the pride on his face already.

His eyes ran over your sunken cheeks and under eyes, and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Az—”

He lifted you, and held you in his arms bridal style.

“You’re done,” he replied. “Rhys can take it up with me.”

You smiled at him, and tucked your head further into his chest.

Your eyes were beginning to close, so much so that you didn’t even notice he passed your room, and began turning towards his own.

“Sleep Y/N,” he whispered, laying you down in the sheets. The smell of him surrounding you was the final piece to send you into bliss.

“I’ve got you.”

You slept harder than you had in centuries.

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[c0la-queen]

Tord Headcanons | The Stoic One

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Let's start with his physical appearance!

My Tord has pale skin, since he is from Norway and doesn't get a lot of sun.

His hair is naturally that dark brown color that we see in Classic, but he dyes it the caramel brown color from Legacy- though, sometimes he can be seen with dark brown roots when he needs to touch up the dye.

My Tord has silver eyes, and I often describe them as piercing or being able to see through people. I think his eyes are one of the most unnerving parts of Tord, and makes people uncomfortable.

No facial hair- he shaves it if it starts to get stubbly.

Tord is the second tallest in my timeline, standing at 6'4 (I like my boys inhumanely tall). Edd is the only one taller than him and it pisses Tord off to no end.

I like to think Tord has the most athletic build of the group, being the military oriented one. He's not skinny and he doesn't have painfully unnatural muscles like you'd see in magazines. Think more along the lines of Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan. (Also has the juiciest man tiddies) Tord would alternate between going to the gym in the morning and going on morning runs through the neighborhood. He runs more often during the winter, since he's always thrived in cold weather. If Reader also liked working out or was interested in starting, he'd gladly let them join him. I think he'd even teach them self defense if they asked.

Because I think Tord would have some connection to his cultural roots, my Tord has a small tattoo of Yggdrasil on his collarbone, and an even smaller protection rune on one of his wrists. He has a piercing hole in one of his ears that he sometimes wears a simple black stud in; he got it pierced during his emo phase in high school.

Family life:

Tord is an older brother is one younger sister. He practically raised her until he moved out.

His dad was Red Leader before him and put him through intense training. Turned him into a child soldier. Resents his dad for it all.

Only time he ever argued with his dad is when he tried to give his sister the same training- Tord refused to let him.

Worst thing his dad ever did was make Tord do wilderness survival for 3 nights in a Norwegian forest. He was 12.

A Eurasian Lynx managed to find him, but he got away with only claw marks on his back. He's still got the scars.

He doesn't hate his mother, but he's not particularly close with her. Because his training started from such a young age, he spent most of his childhood around his father and other high ranking soldiers.

Cares a lot about his little sister and travels home to see her once or twice a year.

Now, personality:

My Tord is very apathetic sometimes, but mainly is just kind of calm and chill.

He likes to say that he'd rather be with his machines and inventions than other humans, but that's a bullshit lie and he's just being dramatic

Prefers being quiet, doesn't say a lot unless its under specific circumstances or he has commentary to give. He enjoys listening to Reader ramble endlessly, or just have her in his arms while he silently does some task.

He switched from cigarettes to vapes after a while, since its better than smoking and has more flavors available.

Likes energy drinks more than coffee, enjoys the variety they offer.

Actually pretty good at cooking, he'd cook for himself and his sister when his parents were busy with work.

Way smarter than he looks. If he had to take the ACT, he'd probably get a nearly perfect score.

A STEM girlie. He uses the garage as his workshop and spends most of the day there (not counting weekends).

Absolutely has a motorcycle in the garage. He rides it if he's having a low day and needs to get away. Has a special route that takes him the long way through the city before ending up at the cliff overlooking the neighborhood (the one we see in The End). Takes Reader on that route to cheer her up or clear her head. One time they fell asleep on the cliff and woke up to several calls from Edd, Tom, and Matt, who were all scared shitless.

Never gets cold. If someone comments on it, he says its "nothing compared to Norwegian cold." (The others are all tired of hearing that and roll their eyes)

Despite this, he's not dumb. He knows how to stay warm and how important it is. Will scold Reader for not wearing enough layers.

His music taste is so mixed up and wild that nobody can give it a name.

Probably reads the most out of the four, will never tell you what he's reading.

Gets angry about historical inaccuracies.

Not allowed to play Trivial Pursuit because he knows a bunch of random facts.

"Kill yourself." "This is why we can't have nice things."

Likes Super Smash Brothers and can create ass kicking combos for any character in a couple of rounds.

He works as a mechanical/chemical engineer. Works independently by taking commissions for blueprints and fixing machines for people. He mostly works at home in the garage but very rarely has to go to another location. He prefers to have the client talk to him over the phone or meet him.

Likes Liquid Death Mountain Water.

Smokes cigars occasionally, usually on special events.

Smells like smoky wood and vanilla.

Does some art every so often, but not as often as Edd.

Vibes/Aesthetic:

Red LED lights as the only light source

Night so late the entire house is silent

Sneaking out of the house to get candy and drinks at the gas station

Sleep Token playing on the drive

Anime on his laptop

Making battery acid drinks together

Fucking instead of sleeping

Athletic shorts and hoodies

Thigh high socks

Late night drives

Vape clouds and suckers

Trying to stay quiet

Playlist (Based off my Own Spotify Playlist for Him):

Sleep Token

CORPSE

Hollywood Undead

Twenty One Pilots

Kanye West

Childish Gambino

Eminem

Glass Animals

Rob Zombie

#eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #eddsworld tord #eddsworld tord x reader

[hinata-uzumak1]

Wait till the Sakura Stan’s find out that Sakura doesn’t have the titles “strongest kunoichi” or “Konohas devil”

She has no titles that credit her cause she doesn’t deserve that credit. All she did was copy Tsunades feats and say she surpassed yet they don’t even make her title of strongest kunoichi canon.

“Sakura deserves better all Sasuke does is neglect her!l

No. She doesn’t deserve better, SHE had a crush on him meanwhile he was a national terrorist and tried to kill her twice. She got what she wanted and asked for so it’s her fault that even Sarada admitted that he’s never been in her life. Sakura continues to lie and act like her husband doesn’t neglect her daily, plus Sarada had the right to be concerned for her parents marriage being her father is barely there.. But what does Sakura do? Yell at her, destroy the house, and make her daughter cry.

Besides she’s a shitty character in general

#aesthetic #anti sakura #hinata hyuga #hinata uzumaki #hinata x naruto #naruto x hinata #animals #anime and manga #art #autos

[pinkandpurple360]

ALSO it’s clear she wants Stolas to become Loona’s “mom” (in terms of gender roles) and Blitz to become Via’s “dad” because she can’t see couples outside of “male” and “female” roles

Oh that’s….fucking disgusting….it’s so, so creepy, especially knowing stolas is essentially a Blitzø stan like Creepzo, and won’t let go of his obsession but is still rewarded for it.

Damn, is that why she designed their human forms to look the same? Seeing how stolas is as racist and violent as he is to the imps, even the imp he claims to love, especially him in fact, then he probably has several hellhound fur coats. His death count is probably in the thousands with those armies of his, yet he’s supposed to be a soft sad frail wimpy boy?

I’d rather see Fizz and Loona talking about what it’s like to grow up as orphans, the need to be tough on your own, struggling to trust your abilities and relationships, having to navigate the upper hierarchy in your life, and the tendency to cling to idolised celebrities as a parental figure (Fizz & mammon, Loona & Verosika) and for him to tell her about Blitzøs family and what he was like growing up. He could even talk to her about Verosika and her side of the story with Blitzø, since she’s his coworker. The fact he funds an orphanage according to Wally wackford means he cares about improving their lives and care, and since he is an inspiration to people of all races hybrids genders and people with disabilities, he’d be interested to hear about Loonas upbringing. And probably hate Bee for that and for the fact she feeds off of the addiction of people like Verosika and maybe even Barbie Wire herself. He’d also help Blitzø not to stop Loona from living her own dreams, and help him see that standing in for her isn’t what she needs.

Because he’s witnessed Blitzøs rebellious teenage attitude and would see it in Loona too, he’d warm up to her. He could even talk to her about Tex, her new friend, and how difficult it is for guys like them, dating a deadly sin. Also Loona would remember Fizz’s name from Blitzøs drunken stupor and ask him about it, (conflict) he’d help her understand her dads old life so much better, she’s curious about his past before her, and she could help him understand his life after him, and who he is now. After that, they’d both see how the other is proof of his pattern of saviour complex behaviour.

He’d probably find it quite sweet that this is the second time blitzø welcomed an orphan into his home and protected them from the cruelties of hell. He definitely warms up to that trait of Blitzos: his protectiveness over his family, and his ability to help people and create a warm new found family. Also i still really think fizz wants kids of his own, but Ozzie just wouldn’t. I picture Loona saying “wow..you really love my dad don’t you” and him getting all embarrassed and saying “NO—? I-yknow what. Whatever missy. Just take care of your dad for me ok? He has a big fragile dumb heart and doesn’t look out for himself. And don’t tell him I said that!”

Blitzø is like the attentive assertive dad that Via was looking for, and Via is like the doting daughter he wanted. Stolas and Loona are just nasty abusing people with absolutely nothing in common. Loona hates being pampered and Stolas actually irritates her. He’d make her much worse and they’d enable each others violent tempers. Not to mention he’s abused her father twice right in front of her face but she doesn’t care and even mimics it.

#helluva boss critical #stolitz critical #fizz and Loona

[bohemian-nights]

rhaenyra was never the woman daemon always wanted, as these delusional stans of this ship believe both in the book and in the series, he wanted to sleep with her to ruin her reputation and off viserys. I dare say that he wanted laena (dueled for her hand) in the books and had a romantic connection with nettles .God! He wanted Mysaria and had a much better relationship than Rhaenyra ( no surprise he kept sleeping with her even though he was married lol) Rhaenyra is kind, the 5 or 6 option

Now I don’t doubt he might’ve loved her at one point as his brother's child, but Rhaenyra was a means to be closer to the throne/to his brother. If she wasn’t the heir to the throne, he wouldn’t have looked at her twice as more than a niece🤷🏽‍♀️

And if anyone doesn’t believe me, look how he switched up the moment Viserys named Rhaenyra his heir and not himself. He literally threw a tantrum and fled rather than swear loyalty to Rhaenyra as the heir. He came back several years later and then what does he do? He goes and grooms Rhaenyra then proceeds to try and ruin her reputation so that his brother is forced to give her to him 🙃 She wasn’t even close to being the love of his life like people try to say.

In terms of where I’d rank the women in Daemon's life it would be this:

1. Nettles: Hey, he was going to die for her. She’s the one woman who he actively tried to save. She didn’t offer him anything(prestige, the crown, and they certainly didn’t have a familial connection), yet he loved her. He chose her. IMO she’s the love of his life(and it's not much but the most couply official art we have between Daemon and a woman is this):

2. Laena: He probably did marry her for political reasons, but it’s obvious that he grew to love her. He did move on rather quickly after her death, but Everyone grieves differently though. I doubt if Rhaenyra had gotten pregnant he would’ve married her like he did. If Laena had lived he would’ve been content with her.

3. Rhaenyra: I only rank her higher than Mysaria because he did have familial affection towards her so in a way he did love her, just not like the first two(and especially not like Nettles since he chose her over Missy Anne🤷🏽‍♀️).

4. Mysaria: I rank her lower than Rhaenyra because he was quick to call her a wh*re. He probably had a stronger sexual connection with her, and at some point, he might've cared for him, but it wasn’t love.

5. Rhea Royce: Lol, this is self-explanatory. He didn’t feel anything(sexually, romantically, or kinship) for her other than resentment.

#daemon targaryen #nettles #laena velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen #mysaria #rhea royce #daela #daemon and his many women #bnasks #bnask #dettles

[ifeelsounsure0]

Back Home

Chaewon x M! Reader

WC: 1290 words

Note: This is for arguably the most disloyal Chaewon stan, @kaedewrites.  I still love him to bits tho, so hopefully all of you enjoy this short little quickie. Also, the adorable photo is provided by him.

Long days in the office, trapped in the cubicle with little more than the sound of your keyboard and mouse to keep you company. Then it was another hour and a half, mindlessly stepping on two pedals to travel the twenty or some odd miles to get back home. The mindless 9-5, the thing that only a year ago was the dream. Financial freedom, stability, and an actual sleep schedule so that you wouldn’t be up at 3 a.m eating ramen by yourself while Adam finished the final few lines of code for the final project.

After four years, you’d thought the nightmare would be over. Instead, that idiot Adam is now your boss, except the new one’s name is Ismail, and he knows even less than Adam ever did. The twice-a-week all-nighters have become daily twelve-hour hells that leave you just enough energy to shower and eat before repeating it the next day.

Now, as you stand outside the door to your apartment, key in hand, a sense of dread looms over you. The final plans for the government contract were due tomorrow, and Ismail was going to chew you out when you have to tell him that it’s impossible to fit it inside the budget.

A long sigh leaves your lips before you turn the key.

Your door opens with a small creek, and you step inside to the lovely smell of stir-fried veggies and strawberries.

And there she is. A comfy pajama set underneath a tan apron. Her nose scrunches as she tosses the veggies with one hand while the other holds a small piece of paper.

“Toss for ten minutes before adding the noodles.” Her voice is soft, barely audible over the sizzle of the stove.

It didn’t matter, though. You drop your briefcase down to the floor and toss your jacket into the living room without a second thought. Then it’s only a few long steps before you’re holding her in your arms.

“You’re back,” she says softly, her eyes glancing down at the time before quickly returning to the small piece of paper. “They let you out early today?”

Your shake your head and hold her closer, enjoying the feeling of her in your arms.

Kim Chaewon. The love of your life. Everything seemed to dissipate with her around you. That dread of seeing Ismail tomorrow fell to the back of your mind, and those eight hours of slaving away suddenly seemed worth it. Tomorrow would be bearable as long as she was by your side.

“Well… if you’re not gonna answer me. Would you mind grabbing the salt for me?”

You shake your head again.

“Fine, then let me–Babe!” She struggles in your arms as you refuse to let go. “I need to grab the salt.”

“Just a little longer,” you murmur, resting your head on her shoulder. With your eyes closed, you aimlessly reach into the cupboard and take out one of two shakers. “Here.”

“Thank you.” Her lips press against the top of your head. “How was work today?”

“Horrible.”

She laughs softly and begins sprinkling the salt into the pan. “I’m sure it’ll be better tomorrow.”

Your silence speaks volumes; you can feel her hand grab onto yours while she continues tossing the stir fry.

You stand in silence for a few minutes, letting yourself savor this short moment of having her in your arms. When she turns the stove off and taps your hand, you reach for an empty plate without a second thought and are quickly rewarded with a gentle kiss. “Thank you.”

“Let’s go eat now,” she says, pushing your arms off of her as she sets the plate down on the small island. Her hands reach around her back to undo the strings of the apron but suddenly stop once she feels your own. “Thank you…”

While she puts back the apron, you set the still hot pan into the sink and grab chopsticks.

“Thank you~,” she says, grabbing her pair of chopsticks before you can even finish sitting down and having the first bite of her noodles. “Mmm~. Babe, you have to have a taste.”

“Yeah, I wi–” You’re presented with her chopsticks in front of your lips and an expectant smile as she waits for you to take a bite.

“Hurry up,” she coos, blowing on the bite to remove any residual steam wafting off the top.

You smile and slurp away the noodles that she’s offering to you. Then you’re left with the lovely view of her slightly hopeful expression, almost like a small puppy waiting for a compliment.

The flavor is perfect, with just the right amount of salt, and the noodles are perfectly cooked with just the right amount of chew.

“It's delicious, Chae.”

“Really?” Her smile lights up. “It took me weeks to get your mom to give her recipe.” She looks at the small plate. “I’m just happy that you like it.”

You pinch her cheek. “It tastes amazing as always.”

She does a slight shimmy from side to side as she bites down on a piece of broccoli. “Mmm.”

You watch her with a smile, your appetite satiated simply by seeing her.

For the next few moments, she continues eating, only occasionally stopping to feed you.

After the third bite, she sets her chopsticks back onto the table and nudges your foot beneath the table. “What's the matter?”

“Nothing.”

Her expression becomes that, “How long are you going to hold out for, because I can see right through you?” expression she always had whenever you told her a white lie.

“Just tired of work. You don't need to worry about it, Chae.”

She kicks you again. “Just spit it out.”

“I’m being serious!” you laugh, setting down your chopsticks as you round the table. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just happy to see you.”

“Liar,” she grumbles but makes no effort to pull your arms off her shoulders.

“Whatever you say, love.” You continue holding onto her, feeling her every movement as she finishes up the last of the plate. Occasionally, a small tap on your hand signals you to open up for a bite.

She sets the chopsticks back onto an empty plate and starts to get up. “Go shower. I’ll clean up.”

You watch her set the plate inside the sink and turn on the water. Hot water begins to flow out, and she slides her finger into the flow before quickly recoiling. “Aish!”

“Must I do everything?” You quickly step behind her and closer your arms around her, forcing her hands out of the sink. The hot water stings slightly, and you turn it down slightly before washing the plate. Her favorite nonstick follows soon after that, and a wooden spatula because metal would “some YouTuber said metal would scratch the surface of her nonstick.”

Once you’re finished, your lips begin to pepper her neck with kisses.

“Babe~ what are you doing? That tickles,” she laughs, turning around in your arms.

“Nothing~.”

A hand on your chest pushes you away. “I’m being serious. You have work tomorrow.”

“That doesn’t matter.” Your lips resume their ministrations on her neck while your hand reaches underneath her knee coaxing it upward.

“You’re a fiend,” she grumbles but wraps her legs around you anyways. “Just don’t tell me you got fired tomorrow. Otherwise, I’m kicking you out.”

“Deal.” You carry her towards your bedroom. Your lips gently suck on her neck, just hard enough for her to feel it, but without leaving a mark.

Maybe you’d walk in late and lose your job tomorrow, but there was always a new one. These next six hours with Chaewon would be lost forever.

“I love you, Chae.”

“I love you more.”

Note: Ummm, yeah. Just a little short one for her birthday. I apologize if it’s not to my usually quality, but I kind of struggled to make a headcanon for her. Anyways, I’ll just say here that the next part of the ABO fic and a one-shot are both in the works, so I’ll try and have them out in the coming weeks. It’s nice seeing you as always, loves and hopefully, I’ll see you all again soon.

With love,

- Unsure

#kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #chaewon

[austronauts]

the best way to bully (affectionate) nhl players

u know when u like a player so much ur like “it’s no longer enough to stan him from afar. i want to bully him and make him cry”  well, i have made an easy-to-follow wikihow tutorial. ur welcome.

mitch marner: 

hit him with the classic older sibling-patented Silent Treatment by ignoring all his redbull-fueled attempts for attention. that means ignoring all his weird little dancing, his loud singing, and his general inability to grasp the concept of personal space. 

keep accusing him of running the toronto maple leafs’ tiktok. 

insult auston’s fashion sense. 

when he launches into a giant hug, act like an overboiled strand of limp spaghetti and don’t hug him back.

when he makes some bombastic declaration just to get a reaction from you, ignore him the first 5 times, then peer calmly over his head, and in an even-keeled Siri-esque voice, ask “hmm. you’re not actually 6′ are you?”

cale makar

loudly declare that sams club is better than costco whenever he’s within earshot. watch his already-rosy cheeks flush

keep making lewd “that’s what SHE said” jokes around him and watch him get visibly uncomfortable (already-rosy cheeks flush ) -if the “thats what SHE said” jokes don’t make any logical sense, he will get especially mad.

keep giving him attention (aka the opposite of the minch treatment). narrate everything he’s doing then follow it up with “damn that’s SO cool. you’re so good, cale!” watch his already-rosy cheeks flush all the way to the tips of his ears

declare that costcos in edmonton are way better than the costcos in calgary. this might be the only thing that gets a reaction from him.

nathan mackinnon

this man already bullies himself so much lmao 

say “well, in my opinion sidney crosby is far from the best player in the nhl. he’s never been the best player in the nhl” in a calm yet authoritative voice. i almost added “within earshot” but then thought twice because i believe nathan mackinnon has the ability to KNOW whenever someone - anyone- is insulting sidney 

threaten to bring matt duchene back to the avs (just kidding)

be better at something than him

eat one (1) carb, but then make it worse by plying him with research papers about how refined carbs can actually elevate performance, thereby throwing his meticulously-calibrated diet plan into chaos. this will make him question not only his diet plan but everything about his life. he will shave his head and enter a monastery to live away from all of his mortal desires.

become sidney crosby and tell natemac you’re moving for 2 years 

evgeni malkin

i was thinking of implementing the same natemac tactic of telling geno that sidney is not the best, but listen. the difference between natemac and geno? is that if you did this geno would kill you. 

then he would look up and say “Sid best. After me” and go about his day as if nothing happened. 

and that would be the that of that!

(Mark Friedman and Kasperi would come by later to help Geno hide the body)

matthew tkachuk

superglue his mouthguard inside his mouth so he can’t gnaw on it ever again

or better yet, make him play without a mouthguard to deprive him of the only thing that keeps his oral fixation at bay.

tell him that leon draisaitl doesn’t love him and never will, actually

trade him to the sens so he has to be captained by his baby brother brady

andrei vasilevskiy

tell him he’s gotta adopt a dog. no more cat. only dog

connor mcdavid

my brother in christ he’s already in edmonton

sidney crosby

this man is the easiest man to bully in the nhl. it’s simply too easy. breathe 88 times instead of 87 times in his presence on game day or gift him a new jock to replace his current tattered OSHA violation of a jock and he will disintegrate into 87 hockey pucks 

this will make natemac cry. and then geno will kill you.

after extensive contemplation i have decided that willy nylander, marc andre fleury, and brady tkachuk are not bullyable. flower will bully you first then charm you, willy will think you’re flirting with him (and he would be right, goddammit!), and i - i honestly do not think brady tkachuk is real. i believe he is a plant by gary bettman to grow the game.

#mitch marner #cale makar #matthew tkachuk #sidney crosby #evgeni malkin #nathan mackinnon

[kim-woonhak]

K-Pop Recap Of 2023!

Tagged By: @we-survive-endlessly ty rae <3333

Groups You Started Stanning?: oh man between peak time and all the rookie groups it's a lot but i'll try to list them all :) vanner, dkb, bae173, sevenus, mont, ghost9, xikers, boynextdoor, zerobaseone, riize, kiss of life, and soloists like moon jongup and lee mijoo

New Ult Biases?: no new ult biases here my trinity is still tbz jacob, nct dream jeno, and svt mingyu :] my ult #4 aka bias of the month still rotates regularly tho <3

Idol(s) Who Got The Most Of Your Simping?: bae173 hangyul :( comeback when.... and the ults ofc :)

Most Streamed Group(s): nct dream, the boyz, stray kids, bae173, seventeen, dkb

Most Streamed Soloist(s)?: key, woodz, v, taemin, whee in, chuu

Top K-Pop Song(s) Of This Year (Opinion Or Streaming, You Choose): a lot of my top streamed songs didnt come out this year but i discovered them this year from dkb's and bae173's discographies !! most of my top kpop songs streamed this year are from nct dream's istj album (broken melodies / like we just met / poison) <3

Top Debut This Year: oh please help. um probably xikers or riize i didnt actually pay attention to zb1 or bnd debuts until months later oops. kiss of life for GGs for sure <3

Choreographies You Learned: i actually learned a lot!!!! my friends and i take kpop dance class twice a week^^ i've probably learned (and since forgotten) almost 30 chorus choreos this year but some of my faves were seventeen super, stray kids s-class, riize memories and get a guitar, the new six kick it 4 now, aespa better things and drama, billlie eunoia, and nct 127 fact check :)

Albums/Merchandise You Bought: ahh i bought so many tour shirts that have since become dance class shirts lol i got nct dream, twice, and woodz merch :) i also bought all the peak time albums, and some seventeen, the boyz, nct dream, and zerobaseone albums :)

New Kpop Mutuals You Made?: i think i've met quite a few of you this year!! especially my peak time mutuals <333 old and new i'm grateful to have you around hehe

Tagging (no obligation ofc!!): @dkbtho @flaredpantsagenda @haechannabelle @i-like-yoongi-a-latte @jaebeomtual @jisungshotfirst @lee-minhoe @lolacouldnotcareless @peachjaem00 @quokki @rum-gone-why @sunminshine @woodziecup @xiaojuun

#tag game #i need to figure out my actual top songs of the year so i can do eri's tag game asdkjfalsjdfjfshdjfsjdf #i have too many faves tho i will combust

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I've noticed that PJMs REALLY hate jikook and jkkrs, I've literally even seen some of them parrot taekook narratives and rhetoric about Jungkook not liking Jimin and such (which is crazy to me, why would they ever believe anything tkkrs of all people have to say about something related to JM!). Even though JJK1 was just announced, I've seen a whole portion of them raging about jkkrs suddenly today. They're also saying most of them are JK biased, but I'm pretty confident the majority of jkkrs are JM biased actually, and I thought that was well known. Do you think there's a specific reason it's like this? I feel like a lot of KTHs and JJKs are tkkrs, or at least have gotten along with them. But it's definitely not the same with PJMs and jkkrs.

***

Hi Anon,

Just as a general rule, I'm incapable of taking solo stans of any member seriously. There are some groups in k-pop where it makes sense to be a solo stan. But for a group like BTS, to be a solo stan is an automatic failed IQ and EQ test, in my opinion. And PJMs are no exception.

So, I kinda don't want to waste any time on this ask given the subject is PJMs / solo stans, but you sent this ask a while ago and I'm in a mood... I'll take a gander at it.

Why do PJMs hate Jungkook, jikook, and jokers?

The self-inserts who recognize that Jungkook is a real and constant presence in Jimin's life, and likely will always be. Jungkook is a person who many times occupies the space many imagine a spouse or significant other would take with Jimin. A lot of people in the fandom see this, including PJMs, and for the solo stans who love Jimin a little too much, Jungkook's very existence is a thorn in their side.

The psychos with zero sense of boundaries who have deluded themselves into thinking they get a say in determining what is best for Jimin. Some PJMs don't think Jungkook is a good friend to Jimin, much less a good spouse/partner. They find him inadequate of being paired with their god, Jimin, by their personal arbitrary standards. JK doesn't shower Jimin with enough attention, affection, deference, reverence, etc, by their own standards. They hold every slight or minor disagreement jikook have ever had, against Jungkook in perpetuity, because how dare he act like a teenage boy talking back to Jimin (or whatever) when he should be glad the mighty Jimin breathed in his direction?

The overprotective mother hens who feel powerless to hold Jimin antis responsible in their stan environments, so they transfer the blame to Jungkook. Some JJKs suffer from the above two mental ailments plaguing PJMs, and are objectively disgusting towards Jimin. Of course none of that is Jungkook's fault, but some PJMs choose to blame him for their behaviour anyway. This faction of solo stans (and shippers) who act like this are so pathetic, I won't waste any more time getting into it.

Jikookers get heat from PJMs because they celebrate a relationship that most PJMs view through the lens of the above three points. Jokers are automatically bad for wanting Jimin in a relationship that is obviously bad (see above), and what's worse is jokers don't really support Jimin enough (based on the standards set by solo stans...).

Some shippers (and jikookers) are vile fetishizers, and are legitimately hated by anyone with half a working brain, at least, and so like a broken clock that's right twice a day, PJMs sometimes sniff out the jikookers who honestly belong in a jail cell. Here, I say the hate is justified. But again, that's more the exception to the rule.

In terms of bias splits with jikookers, what I've observed is most are double biased with Jimin and Jungkook. Taekookers however swing more fully to being majority Tae-biased, and the fall out from the Taennie reveal more or less confirms that for me. The JJKs who get along with KTHs are able to do that better than with PJMs, because I doubt any of them see Taehyung as real competition to Jungkook. To be blunt. Jimin has always pulled in significant attention for his unusual tone and feather-light vocals, his dancing ability is peerless, and his personality endears him to everyone who comes across BTS. Jimin reigned supreme in Korea and internationally in terms of popularity since debut, and in the last 5 years, has shared this more with Jungkook, and to a lesser degree with Taehyung. With Tae, it's only since 2017 I saw an uptick in his popularity within the fandom and outside it, and his Chinese fanbase since 2018 has been a big reason for this, actively working to match his status with Jimin and Jungkook. But even then, at least in Korea, Jungkook's only real competition in BTS is Jimin, and so his solo stans have a harder time getting along with PJMs, than with KTHs. This isn't something I usually pay attention to because I'm not nearly as sensitive to it as solo stans are, but I've got eyes and can see.

Anyway...

With a group like BTS, there are certain people who are guaranteed to always be angry and/or miserable for as long as the group is active - and yes BTS as a group is still active in Chapter 2. These types of people include homophobes; the mantis who believe they know how to manage BTS better than BigHit; people who don't like ARMY or don't like BTS mentioning ARMY; and solo stans of every variety; among others. Anyone with any of these inclinations is bound to either stop following BTS and k-pop completely, or will end up as a full blown anti who spirals further into degeneracy.

I'd ignore them if I were you, though in Chapter 2 I can understand why this could be difficult to do.

#Standardized testing for anything has its flaws and isn't always exhaustive but still... yeah solos are just fundamentally kinda dumb #they are useful for simple rote tasks like streaming and buying #but anything that requires complex thought with delayed and ordered consequences is beyond their thinking capacity #It's not a diss #Just what I've observed over the years #jikook #pjms #jimin #jungkook #taehyung #bts shippers #fandom behaviour #bts #bangtan #solo stans #park jimin #jeon jungkook

[mickimagnum]

Devin's Dude Ranch: Episode Six

*the episode opens with a shot of Echo Valley Ranch at night. Crickets can be heard singing and there's an owl hooting off in the distance somewhere.*

*the contestants are sitting around the living room, engaged in various activities, oblivious to what's about to happen*

*suddenly, the door to Devin's room swings open and she exits. she makes her way to the living room.*

*she stops in front of the fire place. confused, everyone stops what they're doing and turn their attention to her. she can tell they're nervous, so she smiles at them reassuringly*

Devin: "Good evening, fellas. I have an announcement to make. Earlier I received a note instructing me to pick two of you for a date. Tonight."

*the guys shift in their seats and lean closer*

Devin (continues): "And I've decided to pick two people I haven't gotten to spend a lot of time with. So, with that being said. If you would be so kind, I would like for...

Devin (continues): "Stan and..."

*Stan smiles up at Devin and nods*

Devin (continues): "Milo to join me tonight."

*Milo beams at her from across the room, barely able to contain his excitement*

Devin: "Alright, you two. Go put on something warm and meet me outside in the back pasture in twenty minutes."

*after a time lapse, the next scene shows a sped-up shot of Stan and Milo approaching Devin outside. She's standing in front of a makeshift movie screen*

Devin (cheerfully): "Hi guys! I thought we'd watch a movie tonight. Have some popcorn, chat. That kind of thing. What do you think?"

*Milo steps forward and nearly trips over his feet*

Milo: "That sounds amazing!"

Devin: "Easy there, cowboy."

*Stan smiles apologetically at Devin, unassumingly on Milo's behalf before speaking up:*

Stan: "Count me in."

*the three take their seats on the crates opposite the screen*

Stan: "Thanks so much for picking us to come out with you tonight. I'm just happy to get more time with you, and the fewer guys that are around the better."

*Devin chuckles*

Devin: "I can image. I'm sure this is hard for you all. Especially as things progress."

Stan: "It hasn't gotten any easier. But, you're worth puttin' up with all the others for, Devin. 'Least till I run 'em off."

*Milo scoffs*

Devin: "That's very sweet of you to say, Stan. Unless you're Milo..."

*Milo grunts in agreement but doesn't interrupt*

Devin (continues): "So, tell me. What are you looking for in your next relationship?"

Stan: "We're just divin' right in?"

*Devin smiles*

Devin: "That's what the show's about, they tell me."

*Stan shrugs*

Stan: "Fair enough. I want an equal partner. Someone I can rely on when the chips are down just as much as she can rely on me. A lover. A friend. Someone to raise a family with. And grow old with. That unconditional love type of bond that will survive a hundred lifetimes and countless battle scars. You know, I've been married twice now. Lost my first wife to leukemia. And my second one, well, turns out she didn't care for me much. So, I'm hoping what they say is true; 'third time's a charm.' and all."

*Devin sits back, visibly moved by his answer*

Devin: "Thank you for being so genuine, Stan. That means a lot. I'm sorry to hear about your first wife. And, well, all of it. You deserve better than that and I hope you find what you're looking for."

*Stan smiles at her*

Stan: "Thank you, Devin. I appreciate it."

*Devin then turns to Milo*

Devin: "What about you, Milo? What are you looking for in your next relationship?"

Milo: "Well, full disclosure, I haven't been in a 'relationship' since high school. And she shattered my heart into a million pieces, so it didn't end well. But, what I learned from that experience is that I want to be with someone who wants the same things out of life. If they're not going to support my dreams it's not going to work and vice versa, you know? And everything else Stan said sounds about right too."

Devin: "Okay. Thank you for sharing. I appreciate your candidness."

*Milo grins at Devin*

Milo: "You're most welcome."

*Stan can be heard grumbling under his breath just off camera. something about "stealing his answer."*

*Devin returns her attention back to Stan*

Devin: "Okay, here's a fun question. Since we're getting ready to watch a movie, what's your favorite genre?"

Stan: "Easy. Western. But especially westerns mixed with sci-fi. I love both, honestly."

Devin: "That is the most you answer I've ever heard."

*Stan chuckles*

Stan: "What about you, missy?"

Devin: "Oh, I'm a horror fan. 100%"

Stan: "What, you like all the blood, guts, and stuff?"

Devin: "No. I'm more into the creepy, supernatural stuff. The kind that makes you question whether or not it's really happening."

Stan: "Oh, yeah. I like those. I can't stand the gore-fests, though."

Devin: "I'm not a big fan of them either. It feels cheap."

*Devin turns to Milo again*

Devin: "What about you?"

Milo: "You're going to laugh."

*Devin and Stan speak up at the same time:*

Stan: "Probably."

Devin: "We won't."

*Milo sighs and stares at the ground before muttering:*

Milo: "Musicals."

Stan: "Did the boy just say musicals?"

Devin: "He did."

Milo: "Look, I'm a musician okay? I enjoy the music. The singing. The dancing. They almost always have a happy ending. What's not to love?"

Stan: "The fact that they're terrible."

*Devin pinches her nose to try to stop the snort laugh that escapes anyway*

*after choking it back she says:*

Devin: "There's nothing wrong with that, Milo. Let's, uh, watch our movie."

*the film begins to roll*

Stan: "What movie is it?"

Devin: "Hamilton."

*Stan lets out a whimper and Milo gasps in excitement*

*Devin giggles*

Devin: "I'm totally messing with you, dude."

*Stan sighs with relief and Milo looks deflated*

Devin: "It's Saw X."

*They both look at her in horror*

*She cackles this time*

Devin: "Calm down. It's College Cram."

*the group enjoy cheddar popcorn as they watch the movie*

*when the movie is over, Devin turns to Milo*

Devin: "Milo, I had fun with you tonight. Thanks for hanging out with me."

Milo: "Anytime. And I mean that."

*Devin then turns to Stan*

Devin: "Stan, you are always entertaining to be around, but I really appreciate you opening up to me tonight."

*Stan looks both surprised and pleased*

Stan: "It was my pleasure. I look forward to our next time together."

Devin: "Alright, fellas. It's time to head back in. I'm cold and I don't know about you, but my bed is calling my name."

*at that, the three get to their feet and prepare to say their good nights*

*Stan pulls Devin into a hug and after a few beats they separate and he heads back toward the house*

Stan, in diary room: "Tonight felt good. It felt good to get more time with Devin, especially with less competition around. And it felt good to get my history off my chest. She's a good gal. Women like her are rare. I knew already liked her, but tonight makes me want to fight for her even harder now."

*Milo hugs Devin, but as she pulls away, he reaches up, cradles her face, and plants a kiss on her mouth. she is clearly caught by surprise and doesn't really move to kiss him back. after a moment he pulls away, smiles down at her and then turns and walks back toward the house. she's left standing there, confused.*

Milo, in diary room: "Yeah, tonight was awesome. I knew I had to get out of my head and be bold if I was going to make an impression on Devin. So, I kissed her," *laughs nervously in recollection* "I've never done anything like that," *stands there a moment, thinking back and then his face falls* "Oh, Watcher. What have I done?"

Devin, in diary room: "Tonight was...interesting. I mean, I really enjoyed hanging out with Stan and Milo. And I felt Stan opening up to me, but I'm still don't really feel a romantic connection. There hasn't been that jolt like I've felt with some of the other guys. Which I hate because I really like him as a person.

And then there's, Milo. What was going on with him tonight? There was this level of immaturity happening that I didn't see before and it kind of turned me off to be honest. And the way he kissed me....it was just odd. I'm honestly just really confused about the whole thing."

Milo submitted by @belsasim James "Stan" submitted by @natolesims

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#devinsduderanch #devin delaney #milo penn #james stanford #sims 4 bachelorette #sims 4 bachelorette challenge #echo valley ranch #chestnut ridge #sims 4 horse ranch #simblr #the sims 4 #sims community #ts4 #sims 4 love story #sims 4 story #sims 4 screenshots

[jonghyuns-husband]

What your K-pop fandom says about you!

BTS - You’re either under the age of 18 or this is the first ever group you got into.

TXT - You only got into them because BTS mentioned them.

BLACKPINK - You’re either under the age of 21 or you definitely ship Lizkook as a joke.

TWICE - You’re either male or a lesbian/bisexual woman that makes jokes about Dahyun literally hooking up with the other members.

Monsta X - This group either helped you to come out or you’re just whipped for Wonho like the rest of us.

Seventeen - You’re sick and tired of telling new fans why there are thirteen members instead of seventeen.

SHINee - You’re either over the age of 25, a parent, or thinking about having children in the future when the time is right. Or you’re probably a minor who is whipped for Taemin!

Stray Kids - You’re under 25, single and happy with your life. Also, you (will) have a mind of a teenager in your 20s and may possibly follow through in your 30s.

NCT - You have more than one bias. Ain’t no way you have only one with this many people in one group-

The Boyz - You often wonder what could be their chatroom name could be called due to their group name.

Loona - I’m not going to be mean with this one — You’re probably a kind hearted person who loves dresses and skirts because they’re cute and that’s it. Probably even shop for yourself or someone you love and is VERY good at designing outfits.

Red Velvet - J-just say it… they’re hot, isn’t it? Also you girls probably only like them because of that meme of Taemin getting beaten up by Seulgi and Wendy.

Girls’ Generation/SNSD - You’re DEFINITELY a guy that faps off to them or a girl that loves their concepts and probably feels nostalgic even hearing about them.

Super Junior/SUJU - You have daddy issues.

EXO - You’re probably between the ages of 16-30 and you also have daddy issues. Also if your biases are Kai, Baekhyun, Suho, Lay, or Chen, you’re DEFINITELY an adult. If you guys were old enough, you had also DEFINITELY had simped for Lu Han and had played Lu with the speakers on loud because you was an idiot who thought your parents weren’t home. Also yes, I have friends.

BIGBANG - Listening to them is just nostalgic to you just- ALL THE SONGS ARE SO- UGHHHHHH THERE’S NO WAY YOU HAVEN’T HEARD ANY OF THEIR SONGS IF YOU HAD BEEN A FAN AROUND 2010-2014

DAY6 - IF THIS IS YOUR GROUP, THEN YOU’RE PROBABLY BRAGGING THAT WE STARTED THE KOREAN ROCK BAND TREND FIRST NOT XDINARY HEROES OR TXT (also we’re better — kidding I love the others too)

2NE1 - Nah, you know this is one of the best and most nostalgic group on the list I don’t care if people hate it I love it and that’s all matters-

Aespa - You probably stanned this group because either because they give the same vibe as BLACKPINK or because you just like their songs.

Shinhwa - You’re probably wondering “when will they disband” in the most non toxic and disrespectful manner possible. Also you’re probably like over the age of 25 if you stanned them for more than a decade.

P1Harmony - You probably stanned them just for Keeho, or something related to him. I mean, who doesn’t love this guy?

TVXQ/DBSK - DAMN- YOU LIKE THIS GROUP? Well you must definitely living your best life and I do hope that both sides of your pillow is cold. Share your pride with your fandom please — I’m so proud of you honey. Especially if you’re under the age of 18, ily.

ITZY - You’re definitely under 18, and probably a girl group fan. You have a bestie that is a Loona stan and probably wants to have a pink aesthetic for your room.

Dreamcatcher - Definitely a real feminist and cares for other male survivors as well as the female ones. Also seggsy af-

SuperM - Your bias is definitely Taemin and your bias wreckers HAS to be either Baekhyun, Kai or Ten. Also you have daddy issues.

TREASURE - You dumbasses are probably going to ask me “aM i A mEmBeR oF tReAsUrE” just because one of the members has the same name and (coincidentally) is Japanese.

IKON - You’re sick and tired of 8 year old boys dancing and singing “Love Scenario” and saying that it comes from Fortnite and not from the K-pop group itself.

Block B - You’re sick and tired of people making fun of your fandom name… J-just stop it… that’s not it…

Mamamoo - Where did y’all go? They were only known for that one song and that’s it. They seemed like a cool group to get into, probably still making nice music. I’d have to listen to them eventually.

OH MY GIRL - Bet you loved the dolphin cult era, right? The only time people can remember that your fandom exists. Anywho, you probably spam in every comment section that annoying ass “DA 🐬 DA 🐬 DA 🐬” song on Tiktok, YouTube, Instagram- EVERYWHERE-

Let me know if I missed anyone out!

#kpop #bts #txt #blackpink #twice #monsta x #seventeen #shinee #stray kids #nct #the boyz #loona #red velvet #girls generation #super junior #exo #bigbang #day6 #2ne1 #aespa #shinhwa #p1harmony #tvxq #itzy #dreamcatcher #superm #treasure #ikon #block b #mamamoo

[seiya-starsniper]

In Places No One Will Find

I meant to post this for Femslash weekend, but absolutely forgot! I bit off way more than I could chew since it was also NYCC weekend as well ahahaha. But still, better later than never!

Dedicating this fic to @tryan-a-bex, #1 stan for this ship <3

Ship: Gault x Lucienne / Gaulcienne

Tags: mentions of Jessamy's death, angst, hurt/comfort

Fic below the cut, or you can read it on AO3 as well!

The Library is trembling.

It is a curious phenomenon, and not one that Gault knows how to handle. She walks slowly through the stacks, careful to keep her wings folded so she does not accidentally brush against the rare and delicate volumes that line the shelves.

The books themselves rattle and shake, the movement causing tremors to reverberate throughout the walls, the floor, and even the chandelier that hangs high in the center of the ceiling.

When she reaches the heart of the Library, Gault finds the reason for the disturbance in the normally calm and peaceful space.

Lucienne is bent over a table and crying.

The sight is so arresting, so unheard of that Gault can do nothing but stand and stare for a few moments. She has never seen Lucienne cry, not once in her many millennia of existence. Lucienne is one of the core facets of the Dreaming, strong and unwavering in her dedication to the Dreaming and to Lord Morpheus. Even when the Dream King himself had wavered in his duty, too caught up in emotional distress and heartbreak, Lucienne had always been there to set him to rights, had always been the more levelheaded and stoic of the two of them. Gault had once thought she felt little to no emotion at all. 

But Gault now realizes this is a foolish thought. Lord Morpheus would not have kept her by his side first as his raven, and then as his second in command, if it were so. 

“It is impolite to stare, Gault,” Lucienne calls out, breaking Gault from her thoughts.

Gault does not startle, does not hiss in surprise, but it is a near thing. When she was a nightmare, she had always prided herself on her excellence as a hunter and stalker. The only other nightmare who could best her in that skill was the Corinthian. Her footsteps are still silent even today, and they should have been further hidden by the rattling of the books. But Lucienne is older still, and the Library is still her domain, so of course she notices all who enter and leave.

“This is the first time I have seen you cry,” Gault says, her tone gentle and non-threatening. She has gotten good at sounding reassuring in her time as a dream. “Forgive me for my indiscretion.”

Lucienne nods, her back still crouched as if she is hiding something from Gault’s view. “Forgiven. Was there something you required of me?” she asks. 

Gault shakes her head. “I have followed the path of despair to this place,” Gault says, then smiles a little self-deprecatingly. “It is a habit, I’m afraid.” 

Lucienne huffs a broken laugh. “Some things never change,” she replies, and were it not for the melancholy in her voice, Gault would almost think she sounds fond.

“What has hurt you so, Lucienne?” Gault asks, hoping that her bluntness will not be rebuffed. Lucienne’s body begins to tremble once more, but the Librarian breathes deeply once, twice, thrice before her breathing evens out.

“Alex Burgess has died,” Lucienne finally answers.

Gault is…confused. “Is he not the one who imprisoned Lord Morpheus?” she asks. “Why do you mourn him then?”

Lucienne shakes her head. “It was his father that stole Lord Morpheus from us. But his son—” Lucienne then steps aside, revealing the figure she had previously been hiding.

Jessamy. Or rather, her stuffed and taxidermied body. Gault hisses.

“It’s barbaric,” is all she’s able to say as she slowly approaches the table. So little of Jessamy remains in this trophy, this mockery of life. To the untrained human eye, her plumage looks much the same, but Gault can see that few of her original feathers are attached to this body, filled in instead with pieces from other birds and plastic. 

“Jessamy was slain by Alex Burgess’s hand when she attempted to free Lord Morpheus,” Lucienne says, nodding when Gault raises her hand in question. When Gault touches Jessamy's body, she sees the last moments of the raven's life. She sees the fire Jessamy set to the mansion as a distraction, feels the hope in her tiny body at the chance to free their lord, all the way up to the shock of the shotgun that tore her to pieces.

“How did you come upon this?” Gault asks. “Does Lord Morpheus—?”

Lucienne nods shakily. “Lord Morpheus was previously unaware that Jessamy—that Alex had—” she pauses and shakes, and Gault realizes that she is no longer shaking with sorrow, but with rage. “He was not aware that her body had been desecrated in this manner until he glimpsed her figure in Paul Mcguire’s dreams. He had been planning to sell her at an estate auction.”

Gault inhales sharply. “Does the man still yet live?” It is a harsh, but honest question. Both Gault and Lucienne know that the Dream King does not take any slights against him lightly, even accidental ones. But for a crime like this, she would not be surprised if Lucienne chose not to hold the Dream King back should he choose to punish Paul Mcguire for his lover’s sins.

Lucienne sighs, but eventually nods again. “He has been punished enough, and he did not know the significance of Jessamy to our lord. He gladly handed her over with no fuss.”

Gault’s wings droop in relief. “That is good to hear,” she replies, staring mournfully at the body of someone she once greatly admired. “Jessamy deserves to be at home where she belongs.”

“She does,” Lucienne agrees. “I am glad she has returned home. But I—” she pauses, unsure of how to continue her thought. “It is difficult to look at her like this. I do not know what to do.”

Gault nods, and realizes that while there’s nothing that can be done for Jessamy now, there is something that can be done for those she left behind.

“Lucienne,” she says, taking a small step towards the librarian. “I’m going to hug you now.”

Lucienne’s breath catches in her throat, but she does not otherwise move to indicate that this is an unwelcome gesture. Gault tugs the other woman into her arms and embraces her fiercely, not just with her arms, but her wings as well. It isn’t long before she feels Lucienne’s arms slowly lift to return the embrace. 

They stand like that for seconds, minutes, hours. Gault does not know. She does not care. What she does care about is that Lucienne’s body is warm and soft in a way she had not thought possible. That shortly after their embrace, Gault can feel the tension bleeding away, bit by bit, piece by piece, from the other woman’s body. That Lucienne is here, alive, and vulnerable with her, and how that makes Gault feel vulnerable too. 

Eventually, they step back from one another. Gault already misses the warmth of Lucienne’s body. 

“Thank you,” Lucienne says. “For coming to check in on me. I—I very much needed that comfort Gault.”

“Of course,” Gault answers, feeling flushed suddenly and not knowing why. “If you ever need such a thing in the future—”

“I will call for you,” Lucienne replies, a bright smile overtaking her features. Gault realizes she likes making Lucienne smile. She thinks she’d like to do it again. 

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