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b4nka1 · 9 months

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my favorite animated men and random things they do when jealous and want to grab your attention!

warnings: suggestive content (mentions of smut), misogyny, toji being nice, jjk manga spoilers. not proofread.

— FUSHIGURO TOJI : he would pout as you were busy with your office work. sure, you did love him, but your work was your priority for now. he would slowly walk into your room, standing behind you as you worked. he'd start massaging your shoulders, and within seconds, your eyes closed and body relaxed. "mmh, just right, baby..." you whispered to toji, you was still carefully and gently massaging your shoulders.

"if you gave me a tad bit more attention, i'd make you feel far far better, princess..."

— RYOMEN SUKUNA : he grumbled in annoyance when you paid no attention to him. the king of curses wanted to be mad but couldn't because you were so happy playing with the new puppy he'd gotten for you. you were laughing and giggling as the puppy kept whining and climbing over you. he got the most jealous when you kissed the puppy on its yucky, disgusting mouth, according to him. within seconds, he took the puppy from your hands and put the puppy back in his crate. he turned back towards you, picking you up and dragging you to the bathroom to make you brush your teeth.

"why'd you kiss that puppy on its disgusting mouth? now i can't kiss you without feeling disgusted."

— GOJO SATORU : he was pretty much annoyed at the fact that you were paying more attention to the three freshers than him. he scowled at megumi, who was getting more interest from your end. he was beyond irritated at this point. he sure was jealous but didn't admit it, not even to himself.bhe had to butt in, of course. his possessive ass simply couldn't handle the fact that you're quite nice and friendly. he stomped over to you, with a tiny pout on his face and his brows furrowed together.

"they're my students, but i hate the attention you're giving them."

— KUROSAKI ICHIGO : isn't exactly the type to get jealous, but he is very possessive. whenever he notices another man, especially abarai renji talking to you, he would ever so casually walk over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. he'd indulge himself in the conversation, laughing and nodding with whatever was going on. his arms would then creep down your back slowly as the conversation proceeded. he'd ever so subtly squeeze your butt and act as if nothing happened after he did so. when renji notices, he takes a leave and waved goodbye to you. you turn to ichigo and scold him for doing so.

"what? i'm just squeezing what belongs to me, you don't get to scold me on that."

— GETO SUGURU (villain era, you're not on his side) : he is a calm and collected man. but when he notices you and satoru being too close physically, practically invading each other's personal space, a smile and a bulging vein of anger on his forehead is prominent on his face. he silently swore to get you fucked raw before the war broke out. mimiko immediately notices this and huffs, "why don't you already go claim what's yours?" she snorts, going back to doing something on her phone.

"well, she will suffer. so what if we drifted apart? who is she to move on from me? she's still mine."

— NANAMI KENTO : he had been working overtime and came home late. to make matters worse, he found you on a long ass call with one of your guy friends, who used to like you. dismissing the jealousy, he took a shower and ate the dinner you prepared for him. and to make matters even worse, you were laughing at something he told you about. he was clearly frustrated and irritated, and of course, jealous of your little guy friend. when he had enough, he snatched the phone from you, putting it to his ear,

"either you end the call or hear me fuck her dumb and make her scream my name."

— ZARAKI KENPACHI : despite his rough and tough demeanor, poor guy also gets jealous of you spending time with ikkaku and yumichika. he tries his best not to show it as a kenpachi but fails when yachiru notices it. "ken-chan, don't worry, i gor your back!" she giggled happily. she searched around the seireitei and finally found you casually hanging out with yumichika. she walked over to you and held your hand. you raised your brows in surprise when she tugged you to the direction of the squad 11 barracks. she pushed you into zaraki's room, closing it behind her. zaraki sighed, hugging your waist.

"sorry, i kinda felt...jealous but didn't show it because of my status...i'll buy yachiru some treats for helping me."

— ABARAI RENJI : has his zanpakuto ready in its shikai state when you were found talking to ichigo. he angrily stomped over before byakuya stopped him. "they're just friends." he told renji and ordered him to sheathe his zanpakuto. renji grumbled and followed his order, stomping towards you, with a small pout on his face. he kept on giving ichigo glares until he took the signal and left.

"next time i see that piece of shit, i'm making him watch me pound into you."

— ZENIN NAOYA : oh boy, this misogynistic bastard wasn't ready to accept the fact that he was being jealous because his stupidly handsome cousin toji was being nice to you, complete contrast of how naoya usually treats you. toji helped you in the kitchen, he helped you with cleaning and helped you do the laundry. but naoya lost it when toji's arm wrapped around you instinctively as you were about to slip and fall. naoya grumbled, waiting until toji was out of sight. he pulled you by your kimono to his room, slamming you ruthlessly into the bed.

"that bastard crossed the line. might as well show him who this pretty but useless wife belongs to."

— KINJI HAKARI : is chill on the outside but the anger is bubbling within him inside as he watched your yoga instructor from afar being too touchy with you. his let out a low growl when he placed a hand on your hip and squeezed the skin. hakari had enough when the yoga instructor smirked and placed a hand on your inner thigh to "fix your posture," rubbing it sensually. you were too innocent to notice that. in a flash, hakari punched him square on the nose, stomping on the scum's face before leaving with you.

"he doesn't know.who he's messing with. we are finding you a new instructor. this one's gonna be fed to the curses."

— KAMO CHOSO : is a VERY pouty baby. yuji was his brother, yes, but that didn't mean you spend the whole day with him when you met him for the first time. it almost felt as though you and yuji were a couple and choso was the third wheel. after the whole day passed by, you and.choso went back to your shared apartment. he immediately went into the bedroom, snuggling under the xxovers and crying into the pillows. when you went into the bedroom, you noticed what's happening and frowned, rubbing his back and asking him what happened.

"i-i felt so left out today, bub... i-i know yuji is my brother b-but i needed you a-attention..."

— HIGURUMA HIROMI : he sighs once he comes back home after a long day. he put his bag on the coffee table in the living room before going into the kitchen, finding you there with your 2 month old baby, putting her to sleep. higuruma pouted as he wanted you all to himself tonight, but your baby had different plans. it took you great effort to rock her to sleep, eventually putting her in a crib and walking back into the living room, hugging him tightly. he returned the long hug, sighing in content and rubbing your back.

"didn't know i'd be so envious of our own princess, baby..."⁹

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hope yall like it!

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sweetkpopmusings · 1 year

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seungcheol boyfriend headcanons <3

a/n: posting boyfriend seungcheol hcs next, as requested ! seungcheol just makes me feel so safe !! i won't lie -- it took me a while to write this because i would think about bf seungcheol and feel so warm that all i wanted to do was curl up in a comfy blanket and watch my favorite tv show :,-) pics not mine <3

content: fluff | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none! | pairing: boyfriend!seuncheol x gn!reader | requests: open

i desperately want to be a silly billy and make seungcheol act dramatic so i can fawn over just how precious he is <333 what a goofy lil guy !!!

seungcheol is 100% boyfriend material and the bestest boy

he is SO competitive

he's actually MORE competitive with you because he loves you the most and is so very comfortable with you !!

seungcheol makes competitions out of anything and everything

carrying groceries into your place ?? whoever carries the most bags and the quickest is declared grocery royalty

watching a movie together ?? whoever can guess the plot accurately has movie-picking privileges for the rest of the year

definitely loves playing kids games with you and, if you're into it, drinking games and by that i mean the s.coups game

he gets MAJOR heart eyes if you get even just a lil competitive with him

if you get properly heated during a game/competition ?? he's losing it !!!! (his mind, not the game ofc)

if you beat him at anything, he'll complain and be a lil baby, but he's actually proud of and impressed by you and will brag about it to seventeen because "my partner is the best at everything" <333

i see him holding hands by linking pinkies

it's lowkey but also cute and it gives him all the butterflies that only you can stir up in him

loves it when you'll lean into his side when you're walking like that

it's such a lighthearted and sweet type of physical contact that it makes him absolutely weak in the knees :,-)

it makes him feel young at heart, and he cherishes puppy love as much as he cherishes more mature/grownup love

he also melts when you lean on his shoulder

seungcheol will kiss the top of your head every. single. time.

no room for negotiation on that one because he cannot resist it or you because you are simply too cute

he also loves being babied

if you hold his face in both your hands, he's looking at you with sparkling heart eyes

and he is lost in a giggling fit

he's such a laughy boy <3 he cannot contain his happiness when he's with you !!

also cannot contain the blushing that comes whenever you compliment him, especially when you call him cute

his ears are guaranteed to be pink if you call him a nickname too !

he will laugh at super sweet petnames, but his favorites are special nicknames that only you two share

they're based off an inside joke, a special moment from your relationship, and/or your favorite qualities about each other :,-)

seungcheol will never ever admit the extent to which he loves being babied, but he'll literally hold you in place if you're cuddling and you get up

his face will stay unchanged, save for a small upward turn of his lips, and he is holding on for DEAR. LIFE.

he's a teddy bear covered in super glue and it's all for you <3

he's just so cozy !!! and he thinks you're the coziest person in the whole world !!! both for his heart and for cuddling

one time he told you this when he was very sleepy and had a super blissful smile on his face <3 you will never let him live it down <3

he'll groan every time you bring it up but he won't deny that it's true

seungcheol is also a big fan of matching loungewear, specifically hoodies

he simply adores casual couple behavior

to him, it's perfect because it shows off how comfortable you are with each other, and he loves matching with you when you're alone together because it adds to the specialness of the time and space you share

also really enjoys wearing some kind of matching clothes when y'all are hanging out with friends because it's a subtle way to show off to everyone that you two are An Item

not that they need a reminder because he talks about you constantly and you two look at each other with so much love and joy in your eyes <33

if and when the members tease y'all about your couple outfits and adorable behavior, seungcheol will flat out tell them that they're jealous

and he's right LOL

definitely married couple vibes from you two because you're just so relaxed and content with each other in every way

there’s a security and a deep understanding and trusting connection you share

he is absolutely the best shoulder to cry on

literally that one verse in 기대 when he’s asking for a name of everyone/everything that made you cry is how he feels whenever something's hurting you please i want him to protect me

seungcheol gets fired up when you’re upset because he is so frustrated at the fact there are things/people in this world that dare to upset you, the love of his life

regardless of how >:-( he gets when someone or something has caused you a lot of stress, he will be so soft and tender when comforting you and caring for you in hard times

seungcheol is extremely protective of you and will constantly work to protect and support you in the ways that you need <3

he also asks you to protect and support him when things get hard or overwhelming because you’re the only person he feels he can rely on 100% of the time

he doesn’t have to be strong for you all the time because he knows you’ll love him even when he can’t be strong :-( i'm crying

he feels so safe with you, and you two will always be at each other's side, through the best and the worst of times

i do see him as someone who lowkey loves hating the people/things you hate LMAO

not in a super serious way, but he will always hype you up when you’re venting about That One Person

in the same vein, he loves to love the people/things you like

he gets so excited whenever you’re excited !!

he will in fact squeal if he’s celebrating good news with you or if that one couple in a show you’re watching finally get together he’s so soft and cute i’m screaming

going back to seugcheol, you, and hoodies

seungcheol loves to see you in his hoodies/shirts/hats/etc but complains about you stealing them LMAO

when you try to give them back, he acts hurt

“why do you want to give them back?? are they not high enough quality for you??”

and you’re like ??? "cheol, jeonghan told me you complained about not having your favorite hoodie for at least fifteen minutes, so i’m giving you back your favorite hoodie"

he’s blushing and trying extremely hard to keep his annoyed face when he replies, “FINE.”

secretly he’s happy he gets to wear something that smells like you, and slowly but surely there’s a rotation of his clothes in your closet, switching them out when he “needs” them back for an outfit

aka he is taking them with him on tour or when his schedules mean he won’t be able to see you very often so he can at least have something with him that reminds him of you

tbh he's pretty cheesy in this regard and in many other ways but he tries to act tsundere and it just comes out so cute <3

seungcheol is such a laughy boy

he loves to be playful with you

sometimes he mocks you in a childish voice, especially if you're having a playful argument about something dumb, but then laughs cutely right after so you’re not THAT mad

it frequently happens that you both get stuck in a loop of mocking each other's voices like children on the playground and after far too long of it going on you two burst into hysterical laughter

don't be surprised if seungcheol says, "i love you" after he catches his breath and wipes his tears once the laughing fit has passed

you're the only person who can make him laugh like that and it fills his heart with more joy than you could imagine :,-)

seungcheol is the sweetest, most solid partner in the world. he adores you, and he will never let you forget that because you are his favorite person in the world !!

brb i'm going to run as fast as i can to seungcheol so i can give him a big hug and thank him for existing :,-)

i hope everyone gets the seungcheol they deserve <3

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captainfern · 7 months

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141Rugby!au - Introductory and Definitions

141 x fem!reader, rugbyunion!au [18+] intro

hi! below the cut is an introductory to rugby union if you know absolutely nothing about the sport (and it's completely okay if you don't!)

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Rugby [a somewhat simplified explanation!]

rugby union (i’ll be referring to it as simply rugby) is a very physical, high-contact sport played by many different countries across the world. if you want an idea of how intense the love for rugby can be, search up rugby culture in south africa, ireland, or new zealand - 3 very strong rugby nations!

the main objective is to score tries by getting the ball to the other end of the field and touching it against the grass in the end-goal. to stop the other team from scoring a try, players try to tackle their opposition and attempt to steal the ball back.

also important to note, many rugby players are fine as hell. ok anyway

on a rugby field, each team has fifteen players numbered 1 through to 15. each team also has players on the bench that can be "subbed" on if a player on field becomes tired or gets injured. each player (and their number) has special skills, simplified here:

1 & 3 (prop) - the strongest guys on the field. usually pretty beefy as they are positioned at the front of a scrum (explained later). example player: joe marler, england. 2 (hooker) - a bit less beefy, but still strong, sometimes a bit taller than 1 & 3. this guy throws the ball in lineouts (explained later). example player: malcolm marx, south africa. 4 & 5 (lock) - the tallest guys on the field. they are lifted during lineouts. example player: eben etzebeth, south africa. 6 & 7 (flanker) - are very fit, quite fast and are good at commanding the field (many captain's have been flankers). example player: siya kolisi, south africa. 8 (number eight, eighthman) - typically very strong and can lift and/or be lifted in lineouts, as well as add extra weight to scrums. example player: ardie savea, new zealand. 9 (scrum-half, half-back) - usually the smallest on the field, and are often quite quick. they put the ball into the scrums. example player: antoine dupont, france 10 (fly-half, first five-eighth) - are usually fast, fit and are often the kickers of the team that kick conversions (explained later). example player: handre pollard, south africa. 12 & 13 (centre) - strong passers, have a good kick and create space when they run down the field. example player: reiko ioane, new zealand. 11 & 14 (wing, winger) - the fastest men on the field. they run near the outside lines of the field and can often be difficult to tackle (explained later). example player: james lowe, ireland. 15 (fullback) - catch high-balls, kick far distances, quite fast, fit and can run long distances. example player: damian willemse, south africa.

there are certain "events" that happen in rugby, as mentioned in the previous segment. the basic, fundamental ones are simplified and explained a bit here:

scrum - a method of restarting the game. players pack closely together with their heads down and attempt to gain possession of the ball by pushing each other. the props go at the front because they are the strongest, and the 9 puts the ball in for the players to "fight over" lol. like this:

lineout - is another method of restart when the ball goes out, and involves the ball being thrown in and players lifting up the 4 or 5 so they can catch the ball and give it to their team. each team lifts their lock, and the locks fight for the ball in the air lol. like this:

conversion - done after a player scores a try (a player touches the ball against the grass at the end of the field, worth 5 points). the kicker has to kick the ball between the posts to "convert" the try. it's worth 2 points.

now, here's some quick definitions of words you might see in my upcoming fics. also, if you're ever confused, just ask me! or, you know, search it up on the internet lol.

tackle - when the player with the ball gets "tackled", another player has grabbed them and brought them to the ground. some tackles can be pretty tame, but others can be very intense and cause serious injuries (you are not allowed to tackle near the shoulders, neck, or head. if a player does, they are sent off with either a yellow-card, or red-card). like this:

yellow card, and red card - if a player does something illegal (rugby term for bad or against the rules lol), they can either get a yellow or red card, depending on how bad they are. a yellow card is if you break a basic rule (example, you accidentally hit your shoulder against another player's head in a tackle) and you get sent off for ten minutes and have to sit in the naughty chair :(. a red card is if you do something very very bad (example, you straight up try to scrape someone's eyes out with your sprigs aka the pointy things on the bottom of your boots). you get sent off for the rest of the game, and could get a suspension from playing for weeks.

penalty - if you do something a bit bad, not enough for a card, then the other team get's a penalty (if the other team does something wrong, you get a penalty). the team can choose to either take the ball back and do a scrum/lineout, or kick for goal (a penalty goal is worth 3 points).

forward pass - can't do that!! when you pass the ball, it must always go backwards, just by a little bit!! like this:

ruck - when a player is tackled and goes to ground with the ball, other players join in to try and either steal the ball or take the ball out and give it back to their team. the guy with the ball has to get the ball out otherwise the other team gets a penalty! like this:

maul - exactly how it sounds lol. can be pretty brutal. when the player with the ball is held up, other players grab onto them and basically wrestle each other LMAO. other plays can join in to keep play moving if they want. it can happen a lot after scrums. it can also lead to fights if the players are particularly rough with each other. like this:

try - the method of scoring points. a player takes the ball and puts it over the line at the end of the field (call the end-goal most of the time) and it's worth 5 points. like this:

that's basically all you need to know to understand the references i might make throughout the fics (in between the literal porn of course LMAO). if you're curious about anything else, consult the internet or feel free to ask me :)

and yes, try celebrations are common. you know that tiktok audio "and they're both boys *smooching sounds*". that's literally mens rugby like half of the time

ok first fic out soon hopefully x

i’m aiming to write 5 parts but we’ll see how far i get lol

#captainfern #call of duty #141rugby!au #141 x reader #task force 141 #captain john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #johnny soap mactavish #cod smut

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frenchkisstheabyss · 11 months

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♡ Being Poly w/ Minsung♡

♡ I got a request for poly!minsung x chubby!reader and I'm more than happy to do this because I truly have the softest spot for minsung content ♡

Genre: fluffy fluff

If you're anxious/nervous each of them will hold one of your hands. Lino's calm, quiet presence makes you feel grounded while Han's bubbly warmth takes your mind off of things.

When you finally decide to get an apartment together Lino works for days planting you a gorgeous window garden with seeds of your favorite flowers. Han keeps it up, watering your flowers and even making you cute lil crafts out of the tinier ones.

It doesn't matter where/how you guys are cuddling, you'll always be in the middle so that they get equal parts of you and you get equal parts of them.

Arguments rarely happen but when they do you guys are patient with each other, understanding that each of you has your own unique way of communicating and that, no matter what, you love each other.

You rock, paper, scissors for who gets to control the aux in the car but you and Han end up giving it to Lino anyway to show how much you appreciate him always driving. Not before playing a song to properly annoy him though and singing it at full volume.

You guys have lockscreens of your favorite TV/movie trio that connects to make one complete picture when you put your phones beside each other's. It doesn't matter that your friends think it's cheesy. You love it.

No matter how hectic work has been you make sure to have dinner togther so that you can end the night in your happy place which is together.

If you cry then Han's gonna cry and Lino will hold out for as long as he can because "he's not as emotional" only to shed a few tears himself.

You respect each other's personal space but prefer to spend your time together anyway, even if it means quietly sitting in a room doing different things. You simply love each other's company.

There's no such thing as a kiss without passion in it. If it's a peck on the cheek or a full on makeout session, they pour their entire hearts into any physical contact with you.

Lino and Han's pre-existing friendship is a big part of why jealousy isn't an issue. Their shared love of you mixed with your support of their friendship makes your bond stronger.

#stray kids x reader #han jisung x reader #lee know x reader #minsung x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x chubby reader #stray kids fluff #chubby reader #plus size reader

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athena-writes-i-guess · 2 years

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Prompt: “I think I love you, you idiot.”

Warning: language, very very very light hurt/comfort but mostly fluff, friends to lovers(really lovers to official lovers), pet names

A/N: a bit longer then I normally write for these, but I got a little carried away haha. Hope you enjoy! Was this based on something I said in my D&D game on Friday? Yes. I was very proud of it.

“Lady Y/N,” Eddie looks at you, his eyebrow was quirked up as he sent you a cocky smile, “it’s your turn.” He says, gesturing at the game map on the table in front of him as he sat in his throne.

It was Friday night. Hellfire night. The best night of the week. The night where you got to play pretend with your favorite people. Your favorite of them all being Eddie Munson.

You looked him up and down, a small confident smile rested on your face, “How many hit points does this guy have?”

“Let’s just say he looks pretty fucked up.” Eddie chuckled as he leaned back in the chair, his arms rested on the armrests as he laced his fingers in front of him. He locked eyes with you, his large, owlish, ones sparkled in amusement.

“I’m going to walk up to him. I place my hand on his shoulder as I just ever so lightly graze the tip of my sword along his cheek and I say, ‘Now do you want to feel the sting of my blade? Or would you like to actually walk out of here alive?’” The group around you made various “oooohs!”, but your eyes were locked with Eddie’s. He stared you down, face unchanging as he sized you up.

“Roll an intimidation check.” He said simply.

You rolled your D20 and watched it bounce along the game map, “15 plus 9, 24!” You shouted.

Eddie’s face broke out in a large smile and he clapped his hands together loudly as he laughed. “He flees! As he should, I wouldn’t want to cross Lady Y/N, right boys?” He asked the room as the rest of the party shouted their excitement at the victory. “That’s it for tonight kids, see you next time.” This was met by a few groans, but eventually the room dissolved into loud chatter as everyone got ready to go.

“Hey, could you stay after?” Eddie asked once you finished packing up. You felt your heart hammer in your chest as you nodded your head.

You and Eddie had an interesting relationship you could say. Not quite together, but definitely not just friends. You’d hang out together, seemingly as friends, and end up making out on his couch or in the back of his van.

You wanted more, so much more with him. But you didn’t want to lose what you had now by asking for a commitment. Eddie was sweet, more than he let on to anyone but you, so you knew he would at least let you down nicely. But you weren’t sure if you could face him after the rejection.

Your relationship was very physical when you were alone, but it was also incredibly emotional at times. With the two of you running to each other in your hardest of times. Eddie told you things he had never told anyone, and let himself be more vulnerable with you than he had been with another person ever. What you had was special, and you didn’t want it to end. You just didn’t want to hide it anymore.

The room cleared out and as you said your last goodbye, you looked around and found yourself alone with Eddie. The room felt charged, with what you weren’t sure, but there was something new and intense sparkling behind the look the metalhead sent you. He didn’t break eye contact as he sauntered over to where you were standing at the other end of the table.

Eddie wasn’t great with personal space, he usually managed to get into peoples bubbles somehow. But when you were alone, it’s like personal space didn’t even exist. His hands were always on you, as if they were magnetized to your skin. There was always practically no space between you two, as he always kept you flush with him. And if he had his way, his mouth would be kissing any part of you he could reach at all times. It’s like he was obsessed and couldn’t get enough of you, but only in private.

His hands found their way around your waist as he pressed you up against the table. He gave you a heated look before his lips came crashing on yours. You felt him smirk against you as you let out an involuntary moan into the kiss. Proud to be the cause of such a response from you.

“Christ sweetheart, that last line you said. It was so hot.” He said in between hurried, feverish kisses. “My girl, such a badass.”

“My girl”

Not a new phrase, but one you couldn’t stop thinking about once you heard it. Why would he call you that just to keep you hidden?

“Eddie.” You gasped out once he started kissing along your jaw. He let out an appreciative hum against your skin as you said his name. “Eddie, wait.” You managed, pulling yourself from his affectionate assault. He pulled back, lips kiss swollen and pink, eyes half lidded.

“What is it, pretty girl?” He cooed, a fond look on his face.

“What is this Eddie?” You blurted out, the metalhead cocked his head to the side in confusion. “What is this? What are we? We do this every couple days, but only in secret. You call me your girl, but only alone.” You stammered out quickly, watching Eddie closely as you did. “Are-are you ashamed of me?” You asked finally, you couldn’t keep the hurt and insecurity out of your voice.

Eddie looked surprised for a moment but quickly shook his head once he heard how upset you sounded, “Sweetheart, I’m not ashamed of you at all, or what we have.” He started.

“Then why aren’t we public? Why am I hidden away?” You interrupted.

Eddie sighed and brought his forehead to rest against your own, he looked at you through his lashes, “Cause I didn’t want to make your life harder here. You already have a hard enough time being the freak of Hawkin High's friend, imagine how much worse it’d be for you as my girlfriend.” He briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath as if he was working up to something, “I was finally gonna ask you to be mine at graduation, then we wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. I’m crazy about you Y/N, you have to know that.”

It was your turn to look surprised but you recovered quickly at the uncertain look on his face, “I don’t give a shit about what these assholes say Eddie. I’m fucking crazy about you too, and I don’t want to wait.” You said firmly, a confident smile pulling at your lips. “I think I love you, you idiot.”

Eddie looked utterly shell shocked. You love him? He hadn’t heard someone say that to him in years, only his mom and Wayne had ever said it. The last time he heard it from his mom was just before she died, and Wayne at her funeral. He had no idea how much he had missed hearing it, how much he needed it. And now, the person he knew he loved was here saying it to him. He wanted to cry, but wouldn’t, not now. Not when he could be kissing you instead.

“I love you. So much.” He whispered seriously. He pressed his lips to yours again, not hungry and feverish like before, this was slow and careful, like you could break under him. He wanted you to feel that he meant every word.

You melted into each other, fully drowning in the possibilities of this new relationship that neither of you were aware of the sounds of running footsteps coming up the quiet hallway outside. “Hey, have you seen my binder I think I-” Dustin's voice rang out as the door slammed open.

You pulled away from Eddie with a little squeak of surprise and found the 3 freshman boys standing in the doorway. You and Eddie stared at the boys, who in turn stared back at the two of you, arms still wrapped around each other.

“Oh my fucking god! You have to be shitting me, I knew it! Mike, you owe me 10 bucks!” Dustin yelled, pointing at the two of you with a huge smile on his face.

“I guess there’s no keeping this a secret now even if we wanted, huh sweetheart?” Eddie whispered with a chuckle as he pulled you from the table, holding your hand firmly as he grabbed both of your stuff.

“Oh not a chance.” You laughed, following him as the younger boys bombarded you with questions.

Taglist: @srapalestina @yvonneeeee @cityofidek @anaisweird @mrslovesmayahawke @harrys-tittie

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jnnul · 3 months

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THE GF NING DRABBLE WAS SOOOO CUTEEEEE !! okay okay this is slightly irrelevant but what about dating k 🥺 i think he'd be the sweetest everrrrr :( - hype boy anon

a/n: oh don't worry anon i'll talk about my husband (real) all day any day <33 word count: 889 words genres: fluff + nsfw content

so koga yudai is a THE pretty princess of the century

like i hate to break it to you

but he is the princess of the relationship

since he's usually the oldest/one of the oldest members of a team wherever he goes, he likes being doted on

he likes being the center of your universe

he likes when you have heart eyes for him, when you back hug him after a long day, when you declare your love for him, etc.

HOWEVER

it is simply in his nature to be a loverboy he can't help it

so as much as he loves princess treatment, he naturally takes care of you anyway in more subtle ways

like if you're the one who's initiating pda or hugging him when you guys are around people, he'll shy away a little more

but in confined spaces, he literally clings to you and WILL NOT let go

he's a closeted princess <3

but because of this, no one believes you when you say that he's clingier than you

because he loves when you fawn over him

but the second you guys get home, he's all over you

he really releases all of his babygirlism™️ when it's just the two of you (he can't be losing all of his carefully accumulated street cred that easily)

the KING of back hugs whenever he can

you could be just standing in any situation and suddenly, you're wrapped in koga yudai

genuinely any situation he can have his hands on you (in private), his hands will be there

as much as he does it because he loves you and he thinks you're the sexiest being to grace the earth

it's also because he can't make you his priority number 1 and the guilt eats him up

k's been working for his dreams for SO long and now that they're slowly finally coming to life, he always gives them priority

so last minute cancellations or having to plan time together weeks in advance is smth that you'd have to just be ok with

he also always encourages you to pursue your dreams tho

in his rare time off, he spends it with you and will literally bend over backwards to help his s/o continue to grow in whatever field they want to

you want to become a doctor? he will quiz you about whatever subject you have a test in text week. you want to become an engineer? he's sitting with you and providing massages as you try and figure out the question. you want to be a teacher? he patiently sits with you as you practice your lesson plans.

knows that he has a s/o that's very patient and puts up with a lot more from him (namely, his dramatics) than anyone else so spoils you rotten

of course in physical touch and sharing your passion for whatever you're interested in, but also gifts

he will buy anything and everything that reminds him of you in the slightest (anything pretty)

it's his way of coping when he spends a long time away from you

[NSFW CONTENT BELOW]

his other way of coping is phone sex 😭

k is a very visual person so he really needs to see you to get off

and i mean that literally

once you guys have sex for the first time (which would be so sweet because this boy just loves you so so much)

he genuinely cannot get off without you

needs you in some way, shape, or form to cum and while some people think it's weird, you think it's peak romance <3

is a switch but i think more dom leaning

he's more used to having more control, experience, power, etc. so he slips into the role pretty easily

he enjoys seeing you all drooly and fucked out for him so it works out

has an INCREDIBLE level of stamina

i mean it so literally that when you guys fuck after a long time of not seeing each other, it's all day and all night

like calling off of work the next day and everything

doesn't really like hurting you with words or pain

but he does like seeing you overwhelmed with pleasure

top 10 dick game out of everyone in kpop

but to get there, he will make you cum at least 2 times before he even sticks his dick inside

big dick energy

probably has to make you cum at least 2 times so that you're wet enough to fit him inside of you

will overwhelm you with pleasure whether you're the sub or dom tho

he can't help it :(

when he's subbing, he's like an overexcited puppy

and he can't help but fucking into you even after you tell him to stop

he just finds you so so so attractive and can't believe that you like him of all people

doesn't believe you in aftercare when you tell it was good

or that you're so happy you're with him in general

will just smile and clean you up gently in the shower

he only believes you truly love him when you're cuddled up next to him and even when you're dead asleep, you smile when you smell his perfume

after a long day at work

he's so sweet :( omg i want him so bad :(

#jnnul #k x reader #k smut #&team x reader #andteam x reader #k fluff #andteam fluff #&team smut #andteam smut #koga yudai #k #koga yudai x reader #andteam imagines #&team imagines #&team k

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bri-cheeses · 6 months

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The Skittles Finding Out About Rosekiller Pt. 1:

Based partially on this post by @asoldasss

It happens slowly, and maybe that’s why it takes so long for people to start to wonder. Just a brush of fingers here, a hand on the small of the back there. And Barty’s always been a touchy person, so it isn’t like random touches were too out of the ordinary for him. He did these things with all his friends, Regulus, Dorcas, Pandora, Evan, anyone and everyone he cared about. But then Regulus and Dorcas start dating other people, and he realizes that he no longer has quite the same privileges as before, and that’s okay. He understands that, so he stops being as touchy. With them, at least. And then Pandora starts dating someone seriously, too. So the same thing happens with her.

And maybe consciously, maybe subconsciously, Panda, Reg, and Cas know why Barty stopped treating them in the way he stills treats Evan, with small touches that are his way of showing that he cares. So, they don’t much wonder as Barty and Evan get much more touchier; standing extremely close to each other, sitting with their legs pressed together even though there’s plenty of space, resting their head on the other’s shoulder, you get the idea. It makes sense to them, whether consciously or not, that since Barty can no longer spread his attention evenly between his all of his friends, that he would instead lavish all of his affections upon Evan and Evan only. And of course, they reason, it makes sense that Barty and Evan would progressively grow touchier as Barty’s “temporary” break from being touchy with the three of them stretches longer and longer.

None of them think to wonder why Evan, whose love language is not and has never been physical touch, is the one to initiate the contact at least one third of the time.

As Barty and Evan start being more obvious about their relationship, the whispers around the castle start. It starts in the Slytherin common room, when Evan comes in and plops down on the couch, resting his head in Barty’s lap. Their friends, used to Barty doing this, dismiss this almost immediately. But the others, who are typically in bed when Barty engages in this behavior (usually drunk after coming back from a party to find his friends still up, because they like the common room best when it’s almost empty), raise an eyebrow at this. Is that not something that a couple would do?

The talk dies out a short while later—only to come back with vengeance when a fourth year Gryffindor sees Barty in the library, standing with his arm around Evan’s waist while they talk to Pandora about a particularly challenging potion that Slughorn is having them brew. The Gryffindor proceeds to immediately go to their friend in fifth year, telling her that “That Crouch kid and Rosier guy are dating, did you know?”

Naturally, the fifth year interrogates the fourth year to get all the details, then mentions it to her Ravenclaw friend, who mentions it to his friend while studying in the common room, and the entire Ravenclaw common room overhears. And since the Ravenclaw are such good friends with the Slytherins, they mention it to them. And it jogs the Slytherins’ memories to a few nights ago, when I told you, Susan, that sitting with your head in someone’s lap is definitely a couple-ly thing to do, why didn’t you believe me?

The gossip tree works fast in a school like Hogwarts, and the next day, people are coming up to Dorcas and Regulus and Pandora and asking them straight out if Barty and Evan are dating. And they are shocked and beyond confused because why are you asking, what even gave you that idea? Except for Pandora, who simply smiles and gives such a vague answer that it just confuses anyone who talks to her. But Dorcas and Regulus vehemently deny these rumors, because Barty’s always been a very touchy person, how have you not noticed? It’s not anything out of the ordinary.

But then a third year asks Regulus why he hasn’t been seen with Barty’s hand around his waist, and it gives Regulus a pause. And then he finally starts paying attention.

#rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #barty x evan #evan x barty #marauders era #slytherin skittles #marauders fandom #the slytherin skittles #regulus black #pandora rosier #dorcas meadowes #rosekiller microfic #bri’s microfics

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beneathashadytree · 4 days

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IMPORTANT POST!!

Hi guys.

I think I will have to close my requests unless something changes. I normally wouldn’t do this when I LOVE receiving requests from you guys, but I will have to do this because people keep repetitively ignoring my rules for requesting, despite the link to them being in my pinned post.

I understand that many of you guys are new followers, and I’m so happy to have you here! But it’s getting very exhausting having to reblog my rules for requesting practically every week because people just don’t bother looking at them before sending in a request.

My rules aren’t there to be mean. They’re there to protect my peace and create a safe space for me online, just as I hope I’m helping you guys create for yourselves. In fact, most of my rules are there PRECISELY to make it a safe space for everyone.

My most ignored rules are these two:

1- No gender of the reader is specified (hence why I only use they/them pronouns in a gender-neutral manner)

2- No physical appearance or details are specified (anatomy, race, size, shape, sexuality, religion, beliefs, etc)

Even after I reiterated my rules twice last night, and reminded everyone that last night’s SMAU was a one-time thing because I’m simply horrible at saying no, within less than 30 minutes of posting about that I’d already received 3 requests completely disregarding my rules and going against them.

My reasoning for both is that I am an extremely underrepresented POC with a unique identity—in fact, I can’t think of a single piece of media that represents me in all the aforementioned categories. This caused me to understand that so, so, so many people will be inevitably excluded if I specified anything about the reader. And if I did, I would have to make individual posts for every single possibility under the sun, and there would be 0 plot or substance in these posts.

And that’s why I’m saying it again: please always assume that you are ALWAYS represented in my works. It doesn’t matter what you look like or what you identify as, my fics/SMAUs are all made with you in mind. I rethink everything I write (eg: hair length/type, clothes by only metioning cloth materials, and blushing that differs in appearance—if it shows at all—from one skin color to the next) and make them as vague as humanly possible to make sure that they’d be fitting for EVERYONE. You are never, ever meant to be excluded in this fandom. We’re all so diverse and different from each other, that it would be impossible to cater to every single person individually and not miss someone along the way. I would never wish that feeling of exclusion on ANYONE.

I keep reblogging my rules because I would hate to embarrass anyone by calling them out individually. But it’s upsetting feeling that people are just ignoring what makes me comfortable and what I feel would make my blog the safest place possible. So now it seems that I will have to close my requests until I can make sure that everyone has read my rules and understood precisely why they’re there.

This is never out of malicious intent, but out of an insistence that I make everyone feel welcomed while creating more content for everyone in the fandom to consume. I would love to be friends with everyone in the fandom, and to always talk to you guys!! But I hope you understand where I’m coming from and looking at it from everyone’s respective POVs when reading my works.

I hope everyone is doing well and that you’re all safe, happy, and loved💗💗💗

#maya talks

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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hi!!!!! can i request a little skz reaction (if u aren’t too busy) to their s/o being super affectionate and full of pda in front of the other members?? i love the skzers sm ;-; thank you!!!!

stray kids reaction to their s/o being very affectionate

genre: fluff, slight crack

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

pls like and reblog if your enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

bangchan

chan has literally no shame, we all know that by now. he's also very affectionate so it's a match made in heaven, really. he feels like his hurt is gonna burst because he just loves you so much omg. you guys are like touching each other 24/7. he has his arms around you whenever he can. the members groan every time they see you guys together because you're always cuddling or hugging or whatever. jeongin in particular has the tendency to through pillows at you both whenever you guys are watching a movie with him or something.

lee know

contrary to popular opinion, i think minho wouldn't mind having someone who is affectionate. i think being too affectionate and he might get overwhelmed and also he just likes having his space. but usually, he doesn't mind at all by the fact that your physically affectionate, especially considering the amount of time you are spent apart from each other. he likes feeling needed and wanted. of course, in front of the members, he would cringe out and push you away playfully, but when you're both alone, he's a fluffy mess and secretly wants to be cuddled :(

changbin

best-boy-binnie also loves any sort of affection so he welcomes you with open arms. there's nothing like being close to his favourite person, especially after a long day. if you are affectionate around the other members, changbin is ready to show it off. you'll hear comments like: "they just love me so much, what can i say?" or if the members tease you both: "hey, you're just jealous that no one loves you the same way." he's so petty it's so funny.

hyunjin

hyunne can get a bit overwhelmed with too much physical touch. i would say so long as you are gentle as you approach him, he's absolutely fine with it. he feels so precious and soft when you want to hug him all the time. he will also initiate affection too, wrapping both his arms around you in a side hug whenever he feels like it. he doesn't really mind if it's in front of the members, but he might get a bit giggly and shy depending on how much affection you give to him when they're there.

han

also the type to not be too keen about full-on physical touches. subtly is key. he doesn't want too much all at once. he wants to just enjoy your presence and share small amounts of affection at a time, like holding hands or shuffling closer to one another. if you guys are on the couch with the other members, idk watching a movie or something, if he feels you snuggling into him and wrapping your arms around his waist, he would simply melt inside, and would put an arm around you to draw you closer to him.

felix

felix is just 🥺 he's a precious angel i'm gonna cry. anything that makes you happy will automatically make him happy. he will take any affection he can get, but he is most drawn to a partner who shows a lot of affection, simply because he has so much love to give anyway. he needs someone who is willing to reciprocate that love. and with this, he's fine with pda. he doesn't find it awkward in front of the member to be affectionate with you, because they know he's head over heels in love <3333

seungmin

seungmin is more private. he's never really been too keen on pda anyway, so having a partner who is into pda and is really affectionate might take him some getting used to. it's not that he doesn't like affection; he just doesn't know how to deal with it. might just awkwardly stand there while you give him a back hug while the other members are there. he's not even embarrassed it's just hard for his brain to process the cuteness and fluffy feelings that are going on inside.

jeongin

now, he's the type to get embarrassed. he's just a shy boy, what can i say. as he grows older, he gets more and more confident with just doing whatever he wants. so pda? he's fine with. but as soon as it's pda in front of the members?? he's whole face goes ready. of course, his older brothers will tease him relentlessly, and it's so funny to you that you decide to do it on purpose. you'll be overly affectionate, giving him a big smooch on the cheek while the members jeer on in the background. all the while, he's staring daggers at you be afraid

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littlekohai77 · 1 month

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Silly things.

𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛.

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: ooc Hyunsu, monster Hyunsu, dramatic, hinted past connections, teasing, yelling, physical violence, Seok-Hyeon, you get more monster Hyunsu then actual Hyunsu tbh.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

Hyunsu glances up at you, a wary look in his eyes as the door closes behind you. You take a deep breath as the click of the lock resounds through the awfully quiet space. You begin to look around, taking in the environment as you try to mentally prepare yourself.

The image of Seok-Hyeon snoring away on the couch makes you scrunch your nose up. You're not alone, you'll have to keep that it mind.

"Why...why are you here? " his question pulls you out of your thoughts, forcing you to focus your attention back to him.

You nearly can't bear to look at him. After all this time, you almost didn't recognize him. You note how his hair has grown, unruly and messy. His demeanor, quiet and shy. He feels like a totally different person. Gone was his energetic, friendly, helpful and cheery nature. The Hyunsu you knew has become a thing of the past. He looks pathetic now. And yet it still pulls at your heart strings. Still makes you want to hold him close. To protect him. To love him.

You shake your head, attempting to rid of these thoughts, hoping, praying to whichever God was listening that none of that showed on your face.

You're ashamed, embarrassed by how much you still care about him. How desperately you still run to his aid. Even after he humiliated you, threw you away and stomped all over your feelings like they were nothing but some annoying bugs. Like the time you two spent in each other's loving embrace meant nothing to him.

Even if you try to tell yourself that he did it for you, there's always that little voice in the back of your head, getting louder by the day, that he was using it as an excuse to dispose of you, to somehow keep his good guy act intact while ridding himself of the annoyance that is you. You're ashamed to be having these thoughts. To be villainizing him.

But you can't brush off the evidence. The things that piled up til it all fell apart. You had noticed how he seemed to distance himself from you. How he let you down multiple times. How he stopped showing up as much. Stopped waiting for you after school. Maybe his attention was on someone else. Maybe it was the popular girl in his class. Maybe it was your class president, who he always helped out.

You don't want him to know why you came here, why you're getting locked in with him. You're not ready for it. Too afraid of his mocking smile. How would he react this time? Would he at least let you hold him first? Would he- why are you so desperate for his attention? It's not like he's the only man alive.... Why do you chase after him so?

You're so pathetic.

"Just... Showing signs.. " You lie through your teeth. It comes to easily. Like second nature. Maybe you were always a serpent. Always an evil little thing nobody would want. Maybe that's why he-

"Oh.. " He mutters. His reaction greatly disappoints you. At least disgust would've been something. But all he greets you with is apathy.

You muster up all the courage that you have and feed it into a bold instinct. Approaching and sitting down right beside him.

You're afraid, he might turn any moment. He might kill you with his bare hands while still human. You don't know what to expect. But that sad look in this eyes pulls you towards him and all that anger and resentment you held against him washes away as you're overcome with the urge to soothe him.

You're just being a manipulative person now. Right? Nothing more. Nothing less. This has nothing do with your past or your future. This is simply an act of false kindness. A strategic move.

"... Do... Do you like video games? " '-now? ' a part you refused to add. Refusing to address the elephant in the room for as long as you possibly can. You hope he has forgotten you. You hope he doesn't remember your last interaction. The memory alone makes you uncomfortable. Makes you want to hide as you can't believe you acted like so for another human being's attention. It makes you hate your past self.

But you're sure he remembers.

And you're glad, thankful that he doesn't address it either.

What you aren't aware is how volatile your presence makes him. How many emotions it rises from deep within his heart. Your question irks him. Have you always been so ignorant of the world around you? No-that's not him. That's the monster. He's angered by the fact that you weren't there when he needed you. He doesn't care that it wasn't your fault. He's just hurt and he needs someone to blame. Something to drive Hyunsu up the wall and gain control.

Hyunsu's eyes turn black. The color bleeding from his irises and spreading til there was nothing else but a sea of darkness.

Well shit, not even two minutes in and you're already fucked.

You start to feel dizzy. Oh god you're so fucked. Why did you do this? Who do you think you are? Some movie character? This is real life! Reality!

But you also refuse to run with your tail between your legs. You refuse to be faced with Eun-Hyuk's sickening smirking. You refuse to prove him right.

"Don't be ridiculous. In an apocalypse, this is seriously what you ask him? If he likes video games? Don't make me laugh! Why are you even here? To pity him? Get out before I tear from limb to limb. Worry your pretty head about someone else. He isn't worth your time. "

You didn't know he was this agitated. That he was so anxious that he'd refuse to stop thinking negatively for even a minute. He's losing hope. He probably doesn't know it. But he's in despair. Drowning little by little.

His words only register in your mind halfway.

You stand up, which causes a grin to break across his face.

𝘚𝘦𝘦? 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥! 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳! 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘈 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘦? 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘓𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘴.... 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦-𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳! 𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳! 𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 and-

A sudden smack to the back of his head disorients him. Almost causing him to topple over onto the ground. One of his eyes changes back to normal. The black seeping back into the iris before disappearing into a dark brown.

"APOCALYPSE THIS! APOCALYPSE THAT! SO WHAT? WE'RE GONNA DIE ANYWAY!! BLAH BLAH BLAH! IF YOU KEEP THINKING LIKE THAT, YOU'LL DRIVE YOURSELF MAD! WHAT'S SO WRONG WITH A BIT OF NORMALCY HUH? HYUNSU! Hyunsu! "

You've broken into a rant. Stomping on the ground and throwing a dramatic tantrum. It rouses Seok-Hyeon up, who yells at you annoyed, but you bark back just as ferociously, which shuts him up. He retreats back, pretending to fall asleep again. You turn to Hyunsu again, a furious look in your eyes. Brows frowned in rage.

"Hyunsu! " you plop down onto the floor in front of him.

"What's so wrong with talking like normal people?"

"So you want to pretend that everything is fine? Like a lunatic?" The monster bites back, laughing.

It makes you grit your teeth, glaring at him. "Yeah! So what? What if I want to? Is that so bad? Always thinking about death and blood and gore and all these horrible things! You know what's that gonna do to you? That's gonna drive you mad! "

"Hyunsu." You put your hand up against his cheek. The side of his face that seems to still be in his control. The monster side has quieted down, staring at you quizzically. Intrigued by you.

"It's okay to not be able to take all this stuff in at once. Not everybody is built like that. And trying to push yourself isn't gonna help you. So just, why not take a break? Why not talk about normal silly little things? Why do we have to talk about what's happening around us now? Why do we have to address it so directly? Why not just stop thinking so hard? I'm not-! "

You cover his mouth just as he begins to speak, fully knowing that it's going to be his monster taking another jab at you.

"I'm not saying to ignore it all or forget about it. I'm just telling you to stop thinking of the bad things so much." His left eye twitches at your words, the one that's still black.

"So... I ask you again, Do you like video games? "

Your faces are so close now. Noses inches away from each other. He's staring intently into your eyes and it almost feels like you guys are about to kiss when.

A sudden wet appendage lathers its sticky saliva all over your palm. You recoil and wipe your hand on the floor, a look of annoyance paints your face as Hyunsu cackles loudly. Both his eyes as black as the night sky.

"Pretty thing, how's he gonna answer if you hold his mouth shut? " He says with a smirk, making you roll your eyes as he crawls up to you.

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ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣.

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥.

𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝... 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. :)

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I was thinking about my ask about Matt and Trey hugging and it kinda does seem like Matt is deliberately avoiding hugging Trey. This is just a guess, I don't really have any info to support this hypothesis. But maybe Trey doesn't like hugging people in general?? Has he hugged someone else before?? I really don't know.

There's a huge chance I'm wrong but maybe Trey doesn't like being hugged so Matt is just respecting his personal space?? It would honestly give more context why Matt gave Trey an air hug instead of walking up to him and hugging him. The hug from Baseketball could be an exception and just him acting. But in social situations he doesn't like it.

I donno do you think this theory has any truth to it?

Ooh, hello again 😊 That’s an interesting theory, and it’s had me pondering all morning! (No worries RE: guessing, providing evidence. It’s fun to think about these things, and look for patterns, especially when we recognise that it’s all speculation.)

First, I’m not sure if Matt’s deliberately avoiding hugging Trey, though I must admit it does appear that way, and if the reason is he’s respecting Trey’s boundaries, I’m totally on board with that. However, there may not have been many opportunities for a genuine hug between them to be captured on film.

A few things come to mind that might contribute to not having visuals of M&T hugs:

Men often aren’t huggers 🤷‍♀️ That could be a sweeping statement, skewed through my cultural lens as a Brit, but at least in my experience, guys don’t hug that much.

The times we get to see M&T are often red carpets, appearances, interviews, documentaries, etc., and those aren’t really conducive to hugging. They wouldn’t hug in greeting, for example, if they’d already hung out backstage or spent the whole day together already. Those types of hugs all probably occur “off camera.”

We’ve got pics of them (most likely) drunk hugging/grabbing each other, so it’s not something they won’t do, but that could further support that hugging doesn’t really come up that often for them in their public appearances.

That being said, other forms of physical touch don’t seem to be off the table for them. As I mentioned in the hug post, they often rest their head on or put their arms around each other, which might contradict the theory that Trey doesn't like being touched.

Related: @behind-the-blow pointed out a moment (that I can't find right now, argh!!) in which Matt touches Trey’s arm as they’re walking onstage to accept an award. It might've been awkward if they’d walked up there and just hugged each other, but Matt's touch conveyed so much while also taking into account that they’re stood before a massive audience.

I feel it’s worth considering too how M&T get physically close with others (besides their partners and children, where hugs are probably a given.) John Stamos immediately comes to mind! I know next to nothing about this man, but he seems to exhibit some sort of gravitational pull that makes Matt and Trey more open to physical proximity. Perhaps that’s just how John is, so it rubs off on those around him. That gives weight to your theory that Trey might not like hugging in general, if it takes someone who's openly tactile to get him into that mindset.

I mean, look at this guy’s power!

There’s also this lovely pic of Trey with Andrew Rannells that lives in my head rent free.

It reminds me so much of how Trey cuddles up to Matt in some pictures. It’s physically quite intimate, but again, perhaps not as much as a hug is.

Again, I’ve rambled on 😅, but I definitely think there could be truth in your theory. I could also believe Matt isn’t into hugging, Trey isn’t, or neither of them are, or it's simply not something they’re comfortable doing in public, or it just doesn't come up very often. Either way, it'd make my life if we did get footage of them hugging!!! I've got my fingers crossed we'll get something like that in the upcoming Casa Bonita documentary!! 🕯️🕯️🕯️

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maxipad032 · 1 year

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shuri spicy headcanons

hey guys, it’s me with a new acc cuz @maxipad031 got shadowbanned omgG.

anyways, just quick shuri headcanons cuz why not, i love youu all x

includes: 18+ content

shuri is definitely an ass person, maybe tits but mostly ass, she won’t stop staring at yours even in public, and goes as far as giving it a quick tap when she can.

automatically very loving and passionate during sex but won’t hesitate to get rougher if you tell her to.

a munch. yeah no explanation needed to be honest, she’s eating you out 24/7, anywhere she can, has no shame, never cares if you can handle it or not.

she likes to watch you suppress your moans while you’re both hidden in a public space with a risk of getting caught.

takes out the stress of being the queen on you each night in a fervent strap on session; you never complain because her inside of you feels so good every single time, “yeah baby, take it all.”

jealous mf, hates the idea of others even looking at you so she makes sure to pull you aside whenever she can to let you know who you belong to.

can be vanilla, but also kinky, it’s mostly up to you, she doesn’t really care and is willing to try new things as long as you’re comfortable with it.

aftercare is amazing, consists of getting in a bubble bath together, her washing your hair while you play mini games like i spy.

high sex drive, especially after taking that heart shaped herb, you and her can fuck up until ungodly hours of the morning.

makes you feel it, 100% won’t stop ramming into you until you’re physically pushing her away and tearing up, “nah, open wider baby.”

would touch you under the table while you both are at an important meeting just because she can and enjoys the panic written all over your face.

she’s quite vocal when receiving, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.

her fingering game is out of this world, give her 5 seconds and she’s already found your g-spot, pressing down onto your abdomen to quicken your release, “already cumming for me?”

doesn’t really ask for sex, she just simply starts touching you until you’re practically begging for her.

really likes shower sex for some reason, maybe it’s something about the sensual nature of your wet naked bodies together, grinding, maybe more.

loves oral, always pressing your head down further into her pussy while she emits deep and low groans of praises, “mhm, right there baby.”

so respectful, takes time to get to know your body and learn what you like and don’t like.

likes to fuck you in in her lab from time to time, especially when you disturb her work.

loves neck kisses, literally melts over them, she’s yours for the night if you do it, literally she just submits.

likes to tease you all the time and will force you to tell her exactly what you want during sex, “i can’t hear you baby.”

crazy stamina, she can go multiple rounds but often feels pity for you so she stops herself for your sake, “one more? please love.”

likes to buy you expensive lingerie, only to rip it off when she gets really impatient.

alway makes you feel comfortable by complimenting your body whenever you get shy or constantly asking you whether you like what she’s doing, “is this alright my love?”

fav position, definitely missionary because she likes the eye contact and watching your pleasure filled expression.

would send sexual messages to you while you’re in the same room with others, just to see your flustered reaction.

hates being teased in general, she’s so impatient and doesn’t hesitate to show you how needy she is, “shit, come on baby, further down for me.”

i’ll probs add more later x🤭

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highqueenofelfhame · 1 year

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a/n: okay so chapter three of this might be up before ten of ciwyw simply because i'm excited about it and it's already like halfway done. i'm sorry if this is disappointing news BUT i promise it's a really really good chapter with delicious content. love u, thank you for reading <3

rowaelin // 5.6k words // skoh masterlist // masterlist

“I wish I could tell you guys about this bullshit, but it’s fucking classified,” Aelin hissed into the cell phone she had sandwiched between her ear and shoulder. To their credit, Elide and Lysandra tried to disguise their laughter on the other end, but it came back muffled all the same. The two were drunk on a beach somewhere in Ellywe, and it showed.

Everyone knew that Aelin joining the Cadre would be a disaster one way or another. When the idea was proposed to her, she turned it down. Three different times. The bad blood with Rowan flowed so deep that she didn’t care about an increase in pay or the less boring missions that came along with it. Truthfully, she would rather be lost in the Staghorns somewhere with Aedion’s unit or back in the desert with the one that showed up to take over for the Cadre.

Yet when Darrow approached her with the idea a fourth time, stressing how much they needed an extra person, she caved. The claims that she was the only person fit for the job had gone to her head a little bit, and it was biting her in the ass. He had even brought in her Uncle Gavriel to talk to her about going. The bastard knew that it would sway her, and it had worked. Now that this mission required them to be married, she was pretty sure it had been in the works for a little longer than they knew, and convincing Aelin to join them was the final piece of the puzzle.

Currently, she was quickly washing her hands in a bathroom at the Rifthold International Airport. The flight had been sixteen hours, and she was desperate for a bath that didn’t require body wipes to make her smell decent. The boys were probably waiting for her, but she didn’t care. Rare was it that she could use her personal phone to call her friends, and godsdammit, she was going to take advantage.

“Is he still an ass?” Lysandra asked as Aelin ripped a few paper towels from the dispenser to dry her hands.

“Of course he is. He has the nerve to act like he’s the one that was scorned! As if I didn’t fight tooth and nail for our relationship to work until the physical and emotional distance was too much to deal with.” She huffed as she poked her bags with her boot, fingers pulling her braid over her shoulder just to have something to do with her hands.

“I mean, you have to come to some sort of truce to make it work,” Elide piped in, crunching sounds filling the space between words while she snacked.

“I know. Gods, I know. It’s just harder than I thought it would be.” Aelin sighed, her chest decompressing as several women scurried into and out of stalls around her. “I should go.”

“Where are you, anyway?” Lys asked.

“I can’t say, but I can allude that I’m closer to home.”

“Can you get a normal job? You coming on vacations would be fun.” Elide’s sad-drunk tendencies were starting to peek through, making Aelin smile.

“If Rowan doesn’t kill me first, I might end my active-duty career as soon as possible after this shit is done.” It was only half a joke. Being this close to Rowan was already far more taxing than she imagined. If anything, she thought they might ignore each other and carry on with their jobs like responsible adults. Sure, she knew her old wounds were tender at best, but the explosive tension was slightly unexpected.

The three muttered their goodbyes as she hefted her bags onto her shoulders and filed out of the bathroom, immediately spotting Lorcan and Rowan’s heads towering over everyone else near the exit to baggage claim. Aelin forced her shoulders back and stood straight as she could.

Approaching Rowan was a battle of its own sort. She had to be ready for a fight constantly. There was just no way of telling if she was walking straight into the line of fire or not.

~*~

The house they would be living in was beautiful. It was a large estate sitting on the cleaner side of the Avery River, nestled back in a little grove of oak trees. A large iron gate kept any outsiders from easily getting onto the property, but it was so far off any main road that they didn’t anticipate trespassers being much of a problem.

Not that it really mattered– every inch of the land surrounding the house was under twenty-four-seven surveillance that they could watch from inside. The day before, a tech team had come in to set up all the equipment they would need for quick and secure communication with their superiors. Though the equipment they used was always the best the Terrasen government had to offer, it was always a little more fun to use when stationed in a big city.

Though the house had six bedrooms, they quickly learned during the initial walk-through that three were being used for mission-related activities. One room comprised a large desk and about a dozen monitors for surveillance; another had enough desk space for all six of them with room to spare, and the third was primarily for communication. It was filled with phones and computers connected to a highly secure network that, in theory, was breach-proof.

That left three rooms for the six of them to divvy into, and Aelin tried to cut the corners of arguing with who was sleeping where by quickly voicing her own option.

“I’ll room with Fenrys. Lorcan and Rowan can share and–”

“No.” Rowan’s response was immediate and flat. A single eyebrow quirked up as she slowly pivoted on one heel to look at him. His eyes, however, were on Fenrys. It had been years, and apparently, their casual affection was still grating on his nerves like soft cheese.

“No?” She questioned, arms folding over her chest. Rowan slid his gaze to her face as the others took a few casual steps away as if they would rather be anywhere but in the middle of their divorced parent’s fight.

“No.” The word was harder, more final this time.

“Fine, you and me then?” She threw a hand in the air for sarcastic flair and laughed sardonically. Surely he would drop his weapons and retreat with arms raised, but he didn’t. It surprised everyone in the room, herself more than the rest.

“Fine.” Shock washed over her in a static wave, running across her body like an electrical current. Everything buzzed from her fingers to her toes as he told no one in particular, “We get the master.”

Nobody was going to disagree with his claim. The two of them needed as much space between them as possible. With all the tension and white-hot energy, they could hardly share a room for meetings, much less a bed. Mala must have boiled his brain to sludge during their stay in the desert. He clearly wasn’t thinking things through.

She was further surprised when he yanked both their bags off the floor where they’d dumped them upon entry and headed toward the north wing of the house. Aelin glanced at Lorcan, hoping he would have something to say on the matter, but he shrugged and grabbed his own bags, shouting that Vaughan was with him as he did. Fenrys, at least, looked as confused as she felt.

“Have fun with… whatever the fuck that was,” Connall told her, the three remaining men collecting their bags from the floor.

“You really put your foot in your mouth this time, didn’t you, babe?” Fen drawled, ruffling her hair and following his brother.

“You’re all traitors!” She called as they dispersed, leaving her to begrudgingly march toward the room Rowan had claimed for them. Their low chuckles followed her down the hall, and she was pretty fucking sure she even heard Lorcan laughing with them.

When she reached the master bedroom, she was pleasantly surprised at the size of it. A king-size bed was centered against one wall, each side with its own lamps and nightstands. The large bay window on the right side had a bench perfect for reading in if she ever found herself with downtime. There were two doors to the left of the bed. One led to a large bathroom with a shower and a huge bathtub that she would most definitely be soaking in soon. The other was a walk-in closet that rivaled the one she had at home.

It was also where she found Rowan.

Each side of the closet had plenty of drawers and space for hanging clothes and a dozen or so cubbies scattered about. Rowan stood to one side, unpacking his clothes and placing them into drawers. She pretended she didn’t notice that he had chosen the left side– the same as when they lived together.

Aelin followed suit, kneeling on the floor by her bag and dividing things amongst her drawers. Since they were in need of civilian attire for the mission, she would be going out to purchase new things sometime tomorrow before the real work began. For now, she just wanted a shower and a nap.

Rowan had slipped out moments before she was finished. Once satisfied with her portion of the closet, she entered the bedroom to find him peering through the curtains, eyes scanning the backyard. He didn’t seem to notice her, or if he did, he chose to say nothing. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her arms around her body and steeled herself for another fight.

“Is it okay if I shower first?”

“Yep.” His fingers released the curtain, and it slipped shut, the sheer fabric not doing much to shield them from the outside world. Aelin made a mental note to get some blackout curtains tomorrow, both for safety and to keep the early morning sun out when she had the luxury of sleeping past five am.

“Are you sure?” For once, she wasn’t pushing to get on his nerves. If he wanted the bathroom to himself first, she would allow it if it meant no verbal sparring.

“I already said yes, Aelin.” The edge of his words was sharp and short as a brand-new dagger. So much for not fighting.

“You don’t get to do this.” She blurted, fingers gripping her shirt tightly.

“I don’t get to do what, exactly?” Rowan looked at her then, eyebrows slightly raised and shoulders tense. At his sides, his hands were rolling up into fists.

“Be pissy about our sleeping arrangements when you’re the one that booted out my perfectly good option.”

“You were doing it to fuck with me, and I’m not giving you the satisfaction,” he said calmly, taking up a casual fighting stance: feet shoulder-width apart, arms folded over his chest, muscles coiled and ready to strike.

“I was doing it because I highly doubt the other three would want to catch me in any state of undress accidentally, and only me and Connall can handle Fenrys full time,” she shot back. Her fingernails dug into the skin beneath her shirt like they would sew her up if she fell apart. The tendons in Rowan’s neck were visible, hard lines. If she were closer, she would probably be able to see his pulse pounding against his skin. “I don’t know why you think I’m just here to fuck up your life. I didn’t even want this job to begin with.”

Hating that she was the first to retreat, she walked to the closet to gather what she would need for her shower. Footsteps followed her, stopping in the doorway as Rowan asked, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Which part?” Aelin plucked a pair of boring cotton underwear from the drawer.

“That you didn’t want this job.” Selecting a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, she turned to face him with her facial expression calling him ten kinds of stupid.

“It means that I didn’t want this fucking job.” Maybe she drew out every word a little more slowly on purpose to needle beneath his skin. The feathering of his jaw said it worked.

“I understood that part.” He sounded frustrated, his fingernails white where they pressed into his biceps. “You didn’t ask for the transfer?”

“I turned it down three times. In the last few weeks, Darrow was up my ass about it. Even had Uncle Gav try to convince me, so I caved. Did you think I asked for this to come rain a special kind of hell down on your head?”

“I wouldn’t put past you,” he retorted, and something in her broke. Just a little bit.

“Contrary to whatever bullshit you’ve made up about me to craft me into your villain, I was perfectly content to never see you again. I don’t want to work with you, I don’t want to share a single molecule of oxygen with you, and I don’t want to constantly be ready to fight with you at the drop of a hat. This isn’t what I wanted for my career or my personal life. I’m here because I took an oath to protect my country, and despite my multiple refusals, they wanted me here with this unit.” Aelin shoved past him, her shoulder ramming into his arms as she did. “Do us both a favor and get over yourself, Rowan. This self-centered bullshit is exactly why I fucking left you.”

Though she hadn’t meant to be quite so dramatic, the bathroom door slammed in his face when she closed it. The sickly feeling of guilt washed over her at the look on his face. That last hateful sentence wasn’t even supposed to be said out loud. Did she even mean it?

Aelin didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she finally heard his footsteps retreat from the room and a heavy exhale whooshed from her lungs.

~*~

“Aelin, I–” His hands reached for her, but she smacked them away hard enough that it stung his palms.

“No, no, no. I told you a thousand times if you took another deployment, I was done. And there is just no–” Aelin let out a gasping sob, one hand on her heart and the other wrapped around her torso. Unable to stop himself, he tried to pull her to him. If he could just calm her down, it would be okay.

Before his fingers could even graze her skin, she stumbled backward. A gust of wind had rain blowing at him from behind. He wasn’t sure if his face was wet with tears from his eyes or the sky.

“Baby–” The back of Aelin’s wrist pressed to her mouth and did nothing to muffle the sob. Knowing he was the source of her pain had him wishing for a lightning strike.

“There is no coming back from this.” The words were almost carried away in the storm. Not once had he ever heard her speak so softly, so broken. Tears streamed down her cheeks and neck, soaking the collar of her t-shirt while she shook her head and pointed for him to leave with a shaky finger. Her other hand was still pushing her heart back into her chest. “There is no coming back.”

The front door slammed in his face and triggered a final fissure in his heart that had his heart and soul shattering into a million jagged pieces on the rain-soaked ground.

A firm hand on his shoulder made him jerk forward, twisting on his heel. A soldier through and through, he started to go on the defensive. Just as he reached for his attacker, he realized it was Lorcan and dropped his hands, shaking his head to clear his mind of the memory.

Lorcan’s eyebrows knit together in confusion as he said, “I said your name twice.”

“Sorry. What’s up?” Rowan hadn’t meant to be so wrapped up in his thoughts as he stood on the back porch. A mirror image of the gloomy gray sky reflected on the surface of the swimming pool. The sound of the door slamming in his face still echoed in his ears, but he didn’t know if it was the past or present that haunted him. Probably both.

“I want to go over what needs to be done this week,” Lorcan told him, nodding toward the house. Through the windows, he could see everyone lounging on the couches and chairs that made up the formal living room. Each of them held a folder; Aelin’s was in her lap, where she curled up in the corner of the couch. Deft fingers twined her damp hair into a braid over her shoulder. Lorcan’s eyes followed his gaze as he braced his hands on his hips. “Do you need to talk about it before we go in?”

“I don’t know what there is to say.”

“Look, I am by no means any sort of authority on relationships, but the fact that you two can barely be in the same room without starting a fight shows how deep it all goes. You sure as fuck aren’t over it–” Lorcan gave him a stern look when he opened his mouth to object, then continued, “And neither is she. You can both act like you don’t care, but you do. At some point, an olive branch needs to be extended one way or the other. Otherwise, it will stack up to messy mistakes in the field and you’ll both drag everyone else down with you. I can’t allow that. So find a truce. Wave your white flag if you fucking have to. Talk about it. Fuck it out. I don’t care. But don’t let it compromise the job.”

Rowan nodded, hands sliding into his pockets as he took a deep breath. All of those things were easier said than done. If they were ever going to talk it out, they would both have to come to some peace with the past and present. Right now, he wasn’t sure how to do that. His behavior had clearly torn into her with a jagged blade, the same way her leaving him did. Both had raw, gaping wounds that were still bloody from the battle. The time apart had done nothing to heal either of them. If anything, it made it worse.

There wasn’t ever supposed to be so much distance, time, or emotion stretched between them, to begin with. Rowan could strut around like he didn’t care all he wanted to, but he did care. Looking at her made it hard to breathe.

“Did you ever, at any point in your relationship, tell her about what happened to Lyria?” Lorcan asked, just as Rowan took a step toward the house. His teeth snapped together so hard that it hurt, narrowly missing a bite of his tongue. “Maybe start there.”

“I don’t think it would matter at this point.”

“Not that I don’t think she’s a swaggering asshole ninety-nine percent of the time or anything–” Rowan snorted, looking back at Aelin through the window. She was looking back. “– But she isn’t a bitch. Not all the time, anyway.”

Part of him wanted to throttle Lorcan for talking about her that way, but their personalities had always been mixing oil and water. Even still, Lorcan would never hold his personal relationship against her. She was far too good of an asset.

“Can I ask something of you?” Rowan inquired, restlessly scratching the back of his neck. His eyes didn’t leave Aelin’s, and she tilted her head curiously. Almost as if, despite their fight, she was trying to inquire if he was okay.

“Of course.” Rowan sidestepped out of view, not wanting her to read his lips as he looked at his commander. Lorcan leaned against the table that decorated the patio, an open and caring demeanor slipping into place.

“If anything on this mission goes sideways, if it ever comes down to a split second when it has to be her or me… I don’t care if it’s a temporary thing where you come back for me later or we’re both bleeding out somewhere, whatever the situation is. If shit goes down and it’s her or me, you take her.” Green eyes bore fiercely into onyx ones. Lorcan’s eyes widened in surprise and something that looked a little like fear.

“Rowan…” He wasn’t one to leave a man behind, but Rowan knew all too well that sometimes it became a necessary call to make. When forced with a split-second decision about who lived or died, the luxury of time to juggle your choices didn’t always exist. This oath would take the struggle out of it.

“Promise me that you will get her out first.” He hated the way his voice cracked like the fissures in his heart. Hated that he was prepared to fall to his knees and beg if it might save her life at any point in the future. Yet he knew that he would if Lorcan refused. The bad terms he and Aelin were on didn’t matter. Rowan would never forgive himself or his comrades if he woke up and something had happened to her. “Promise me, Lorcan.”

He wished he could tell himself it was for selfish reasons. That he was asking to clear his conscience should it ever become a reality. Deep down, he knew it had nothing to do with that, though. It had nothing to do with guilt and everything to do with her and the wildfire of unresolved feelings that haunted his waking and sleeping hours.

Rowan tried to get over her. Attempting to lose himself through sex with other women had been a fruitless endeavor. No amount of boiling showers had made him feel clean, like any level of intimacy with someone that wasn’t Aelin left behind an oily residue he couldn’t wash away. After the third time, he quit trying. It felt too much like cheating on her, like betraying her, even if she had been the one to leave him.

He had followed her career over the last two and a half years. Though she had passed on another deployment when she thought he would too, months after the breakup, he heard she was back in it. Lorcan had passed him details of her missions, and Rowan had a mental list of every injury she had ever received. Nothing had been remotely close to life-threatening, but he felt every one of those wounds like they’d happened to him. It had been difficult not to follow up with her directly to see if she was okay, but she was better off without him. Of that, he was certain.

Being part of the same unit, he would do whatever he could to protect her. It hadn’t surprised Lorcan when Rowan declared he would always choose her first the morning she arrived. The commander made him swear that it wouldn’t compromise any missions, and it wouldn’t. But for Rowan, if the choice were anyone else or Aelin, he would save Aelin first. Now he needed to be sure someone else would choose her over him.

“Okay. I promise,” Lorcan finally swore, his eyes saying that he hoped for all the world it never came down to it.

When they made their way inside, there were two seats available. One was smack dab between Aelin and Fenrys; the other was an overstuffed chair near the window. Rowan knew for a fact that the two blondes had been sitting side by side moments earlier and knew that one or both of them had done this on purpose. They lived in a constant state of scheming and had been driving Rowan insane from the moment their friendship began.

Lorcan hijacked the chair, which left Rowan to drop onto the sofa between Bonnie and Clyde. He swore the commander was fighting off his smirk while settling into the chair away from the drama. Bastards. All of them were bastards. It was starting to feel like everyone had been part of a private meeting on the best ways to drive Rowan insane with Aelin around.

“Here,” Aelin said softly, nudging his arm with a folder. Nodding his thanks, he flipped it open and began skimming the pages while Lorcan got into what the next few days would look like. Every breath he took was more shallow than it needed to be, but he would lose his mind if he inhaled deep enough to smell her jasmine shampoo.

He tried to focus on Lorcan’s words, but sitting beside Aelin was a distraction in itself. The promise their commander had just made soothed a small part of his chest, even if he thought she would throttle him if she ever found out about it. The woman beside him was more than capable of taking care of herself, yes, but Rowan needed that security blanket to fall back on if things went to hell.

Aelin nudged him with her elbow, and he blinked, looking into her quizzical gaze. It was strange to find a hint of concern hidden behind the brilliant band of gold around her iris. With a shake of his head, he looked at the folder in his lap and tuned his ears to Lorcan’s voice. Right. Now was definitely not the time to think about this.

They would start by surveilling the notorious Glass Castle. It was imperative they find out how easily the outside guards could be distracted and bribed. While they had inside contacts close to the prince working with them under extremely delicate conditions, they needed to see if anyone was willing to waver. Finding the weak links could lead to it all being over before an assassination attempt began.

The Prince’s closest and really only friend was his captain of the guard. Through their contacts, he agreed to work with them on the castle’s blueprints and help them however he could. If everything went smoothly, nobody would die, lose their jobs, or be accused of treason, and in the process, their president would be safe from the fallout.

“We need to take passport photos in the morning, and someone is coming by tomorrow afternoon to stage some pictures of our Duke and Duchess over here.” Rowan and Aelin’s heads both snapped up at neck-breaking speed.

“What?” Rowan said, eyes darting to Aelin. There was no way in hell she would be okay with this.

“All of the royals in Fenharrow have websites,” she answered for Lorcan. “Do I get to wear a pretty gown?”

“You’ll wear whatever shows up, and you won’t give anybody any shit about it,” was the commander’s flat response. Aelin’s smoldering gaze told him she would do as she pleased, but her eyes wandered back down to the pages in her lap. If the wardrobe weren’t to her taste, they would surely hear about it no matter what Lorcan said.

“Box dye is going to absolutely ruin our hair.” Rowan didn’t know anything about that. According to his passport, he had blonde hair and brown eyes. Curiosity got the better of him, and he leaned a little toward Aelin to see what hers said. With a flick of her wrist, it was turned toward him so he could see better. Red hair, green eyes. Rowan had a hard time imagining it.

“Are you going to complain the whole time?” Lorcan snapped. Aelin, to her credit, grinned.

“Maybe. It’s fun getting under everyone’s skin so easily.”

It felt like a jab with one of the daggers she favored. A quick stab into his back, the twist of the blade as it sunk deeper. Rowan sat up straight and tried to keep from crumpling the papers in his hands.

It might not be an outright bloody war, but every vaguely altruistic word that left her mouth made him tenser than any gunfight ever did.

~*~

A book lay open upon the pillow in her lap, eyes skimming the pages when Rowan soundlessly opened the door and slipped into their room. He was clearly hoping she would be asleep when he came to bed to avoid any awkward interactions or heated arguments. Aelin was too tired for anything beyond a few pulled punches tonight and closed her book. The t-shirt he wore was pulled over his head in a single, fluid motion, and he slipped between the sheets. After placing her nightly read on the bedside table, she snuggled under the blankets. Rowan was on his back staring at the fan when she turned her light off. Aelin lay on her side, facing him straight on.

“This is… weird,” he admitted as the air deflated from his lungs in a deep sigh.

“Sleeping together or, however fake it may be, being married to me when you never wanted it in the first place?” Aelin wasn’t sure why flames kept spewing out of her mouth every time they spoke. Closure was what she was after, yet she knew it wouldn’t come this way. It was more of a defense mechanism than anything else.

“We aren’t doing this tonight, Aelin. I’m tired.” Rowan rolled onto his side, facing away from her, hand smacking at his pillow before he settled against it.

Through the dim moonlight slipping through those sheer curtains, she could make out the scars on his back. Some she knew, others she didn’t. Without thinking, she reached out and touched one she didn’t recognize. Rowan’s inhale was sharp, shoulders expanding and muscles tightening beneath her fingers. As tense as he was, his body betrayed him in the form of goose flesh over his skin.

“Rowan?” Aelin must have been imagining his jagged breaths. It sounded too much like shredding self-control to be real.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry. For today, I’m sorry.” Doused in a burning tension, she traced her fingers over another pale scar on his back. Tears pricked her eyes over the featherlight touches she made, at the emotion that welled up in her throat. This sort of casual intimacy used to be second nature. Aelin hated that her fingers craved to touch more of him, all of him. They never thought about touching before; they just always were. It had once been necessary, vital even. Now he was a coiled asp ready to strike, waiting for the fighting words she couldn’t find.

“Okay,” he finally whispered back on an exhale.

“I didn’t mean to slam the door, either. I know you won’t believe me, but I–”

“I do believe you.” Her throat was suddenly tight as she swallowed, dropping her hand from his back. Sometime soon, she would ask how he got those new markings. Maybe Fenrys would have the answers if her cowardice won over and she couldn’t ask him herself.

“Okay,” she parroted, the word muffled by the blanket as she pulled it up and tucked her face into it.

Seconds stretched into minutes before he rolled onto his back, head turning to face her. With her eyes more adjusted to the dark, she could tell he was looking at her. They didn’t say anything, just took each other in. It was the first quiet moment they’d shared since her arrival. Somehow, the heaviness of this moment was far more abundant than the times they were yelling.

“Were you talking about me when you said it’s fun to get under our skin?”

“I’ve always liked getting under your skin,” she teased, but he didn’t smile. Aelin’s own faltered, mouth twisted to the side as she considered it. Yes, she had. “It is fun but… I didn’t mean it quite how it sounded. I haven’t been picking fights with you the last few days for shits and giggles. I’m sure you aren’t doing it for that reason either.”

It’s what she wanted to believe, anyway. Perhaps it made her naive, but she knew Rowan. Even if they hated each other, they didn’t like causing the other unnecessary pain.

“Why are we fighting then?” The bald vulnerability he gave had her mouth parting in surprise. Of all the ways she saw this first night going, a calm discussion was nowhere on the list. Murder definitely was, but this?

“I don’t think we know how to be around each other like this,” she said slowly. “We had moments of bickering when we first met, sure, but…”

The words she wanted to say would strip her a little more bare than she wanted to be, yet she wasn’t ready to let the moment go. Rowan saw her hesitation and waited patiently, eyes scanning her face as though he could sneak into her mind and steal the thoughts for himself. Tomorrow the fires would rage again but for tonight? Tonight she would settle close to the truth without laying it all at his feet.

“But?” Aelin sighed and shook her head.

“We’ve always been intense,” she shrugged a shoulder. “Now that we aren’t in love, I guess it’s just going to be in the form of verbal sparring and screaming matches. Maybe a few physical blows during training.”

Aelin averted her eyes, slipping her fingers out from beneath the blanket to inspect her nails. It probably looked as stupid as it felt, considering she could hardly see, but Rowan didn’t call her on it. Nor did he point out how unlike her it was to balk from a conversation, yet here she was, being a coward and avoiding his gaze. It was a half-truth wrapped up in a teasing taunt at best and clearly not the answer he sought.

It wasn’t fair that he still had her tied up in so many knots. For years she paraded around, pretending she was over it and it didn’t matter anymore. Not being in love with Rowan was one of the biggest lies she’d ever told, one she whispered to herself every time she found him looking at her. It was a foolish, stupid mask she wore to hide the pain of the ugly, bleeding truth of everything.

Rowan handled it better than she did, and it hurt more than she would ever admit.

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Why Namor x Shuri doesn’t work from a storytelling standpoint

Before I went and watched Wakanda Forever for the first time last Christmas, I saw so many people talking about how Shuri and Namor should’ve been a romantic couple. So I walked into the movie and for the first half, I could kinda see why some people could come to that conclusion. And then the second half happened and I was genuinely wondering if we saw the same movie. 💀 And while I didn’t (and still don’t) ship them, personally, and was (and still am) very confused as to why some people did (and still do), I wasn’t really bothered by it. Initially. But the more I think about it, the ship makes even less sense when you think about from a story writing perspective.

I will (begrudgingly) give Namor x Shuri shippers one point, Namor and Shuri do have good chemistry. Letitia Wright and Tenoch Huerta do play off each other well. But I would argue that it takes just as much chemistry to play enemies/rivals/antagonistic relationships as it does to play romantic/platonic/positive relationships. Any two characters on screen (on on paper or on stage or any other narrative art form) must have chemistry. Compelling character dynamics are important to tell a good story. Imma call it negative and positive chemistry.

Positive chemistry

Let’s look at Shuri as an example cause she has no canon love interest in the comics or in the movies, so most of this is fan theory.

Shuri and Peter Parker would likely have good chemistry because

- they’re both intelligent so will likely have the same interests

- they’re around the same age so they would likely be able to relate to each other

- they have the same dry sense of humor

- they have the same goal of wanting to defeat the bad guys -eg- Thanos

Whether platonic or romantic, they would make sense as a pairing.

Another pairing post WF we can look at is Riri and Shuri, and they work because

- they’re also both very smart but are often undermined because of their ages

- they have shared trauma and as a result are fiercely protective of one another

- they also have a similar sense of humor

- they both have the same goal of wanting to defeat the Talokanil and especially Namor (He does try to kill both of them. Several times. 💀)

- they literally finish each other’s sentences

Once again, platonic, romantic or even sisterly, it makes sense.

What makes both these pairings work to a degree is the idea of them being equal in some regard. Whether equal in intellect, or age, or race, or any other metric, they clearly both see each other as equal, even with Shuri being “the Crown Princess of an international superpower” and Peter and Riri being “average” civilians. They more or less agree on a common enemy and how to deal with said enemy, with morals and values that more or less align. (Within the context of the world they inhabit.)

Negative chemistry

But Namor and Shuri have what I would call negative chemistry. They do have some things in common which can be where their chemistry stems from, such as

- they are both rulers of powerful kingdoms who love their people and will do anything to protect them

- they both experience great personal loss and therefore are motivated by grief

- the surface world poses a great threat to them and may be exploited for their resources

- they admire each other’s kingdoms (the physical spaces that their people inhabit)

However even with these similarities we see that there are some glaring differences.

- Namor does not view Shuri as an equal, despite their similarities. His line of “you are queen now” showed that he was never willing to conduct to business with Ramonda, likely because she was the only person on the surface world who bested him when she lured him out of Talokan to facilitate Shuri and Riri’s rescue mission. He was simply looking for an excuse to get her out of the picture. Also, Namor’s love only goes as far as his people. Shuri’s love of people goes far beyond Wakanda’s boarders.

- He is reckless with his grief. He is correct in hating the surface world, and in particular white people for the pain they caused his people. But wanting to wage war with the whole world is extreme. Shuri on the other hand, has a better handle on how she externalizes her grief. She recognizes that even though she is angry at T’Challa’s death, the rest of the world doesn’t deserve to feel the extent of her wrath. Even when Namor does kill her mother, she rightfully directs her anger at him. She doesn’t become antagonistic with anyone else or try to take vengeance from anyone else. Sure, she has some outbursts at Nakia and M’baku, but she never really alienates them.

- Namor and the Talokanil, immediately resort to violence and war when they feel a threat from the surface world. But since no one knows they exist, this threat is hypothetical for now. (We know it’s going to happen when they do find out, given the track record of some countries in the world, but not yet.) A direct contrast to Ramonda and Shuri, who in the face of real eminent threats, resorted to peace and showed their aggressors mercy.

- Namor, despite wanting Wakanda’s help with his mission, ultimately doesn’t view Wakanda with anymore sympathy than he does the rest of the world. He has made it clear that he hates the surface world and everyone in it, which includes the Wakandans. I mean, “no love” is literally his name. Wanting to destroy the whole world, funny enough, including other Mayan descendants who were enslaved or colonized, is no different from wanting to wage war on his so called ally, killing half of them and then killing their queen. He never liked or respected them as people. That was not going to change with Shuri.

It’s also another reason why he killed Ramonda with no hesitation despite knowing what he knew about Shuri. It would be easy to forgive him if he had never met Shuri. Then Ramonda would simply remain as the nameless, faceless monarch of a powerful country. But the fact that Shuri opened up to him about the grief she was already carrying, only to inflict more pain, makes his crimes way more egregious. He knew Shuri on a somewhat personal level and still chose to kill the queen. Knowing she was her mother. It goes back to the point of him never seeing Shuri as human or recognizing her feelings as valid. All he wanted to do was push her to the extremes of grief so she would become reckless like he was. It’s clear that Namor doesn’t see Shuri as an equal. Which means that any positive development that would happen between the two would take a long time to properly write.

I’m sure someone out there has come up with better terms than “positive and negative chemistry” in a screenwriting book somewhere, but I was just thinking about different character dynamics and how they work. Many compelling relationships have that element of chemistry. For example, in the first Black Panther, T’Challa and Shuri bounce well off of each other. Positive chemistry. It’s also why Killmonger makes the perfect antagonist to T’Challa. Negative chemistry. It’s all chemistry that translates differently. Batman and Joker. Superman and Lex Luthor. Thanos and the Avengers. Team Dynamics within the Avengers. Thor and Loki. The Guardians of the Galaxy. And so many more. It’s all different types of chemistry. So yes, Namor and Shuri are arguably both great characters with complex motivations, and together, do have stellar chemistry, but is it chemistry that produces romance? I don’t think so.

In conclusion, yes, ship who you want (even when it makes no sense), these are fictional characters (who represent real world dynamics), it’s just for fun (how?), etc. but looking at it from the perspective of a storyteller, the character dynamics would not make it work. If you write a story with two such characters and they end up in love, it wouldn’t make sense.

(These are just the 3 am thoughts of a sleep deprived college student 😀)

#black panther #wakanda forever #shuri black panther #riri williams #namor #i need to go to sleep #I have so many assignments and yet I wrote this mini essay #💀

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