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getosubaru · 2 years

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It’s such a long walk when you got somewhere to be; I just thought maybe you were gonna walk with me (chapter three)

a/n: don't be fooled by how quickly these are coming out; i usually take 5-7 business years to post.

story summary: MC decides all of the student council is going to therapy and hell hath no fury like a prepared human. They’ve got highlighters and they’re not afraid to use them.

chapter summary: There is so much more to Asmo than what he shows the world.

pairing: lucifer/reader

warnings: angst & trauma; small text only for description; gn!reader; possible spoilers since author can’t remember when shit happened in canon; not proofread/betaread; author is a psychology grad student which is its own warning; descriptions of violence/wounds; cursing

rating: m; changing it now as we get more into the nitty gritty of their experiences

chapter wc: 2.7k

title taken from “therapy” by dresage & g smith

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Asmo sits next to you in Comparative Lit—eschewing his normal perch in the back of the lecture hall with his flock of admirers. It takes a single frown from him for them to leave you both alone.

“The control you have over your entourage is scary sometimes,” you remark when the last of his little puppies crawls away with their tail between their legs.

He shrugs, unconcerned with the crying coming from the back of the room. “For lust demons, they can be too greedy.”

You barely resist commenting about pots and kettles. It’s not often you get alone time with Asmo, after all, and irritating or upsetting him would send him flying back to his admirers. As you watch him meticulously reapply lip liner, you realize you don’t actually get much alone time with him.

One of his brothers (if not more) usually clings to you when you’re home. If you two go out, you’re bound to pick up a few of his fans trailing behind you.

“Asmo, how the hell do you put up with all the constant…people?”

He blesses you with one of his songlike laughs, tucking his mirror and makeup bag away. “What do you mean?”

You open your mouth to respond, but the professor bursts into the room in his usual display of rumpled feathers and scattered papers.

“All of you better have read Oscar Wilde’s postmortem essay on cultural differences,” he booms out.

Asmo nudges you with one sharp elbow. “Now, could I tell you stories about that man.”

You blink. The one time you had a Dorian Grey phase comes rushing back to you. The titular character’s face superimposes over Asmo’s in your mind. It explains a lot, really.

Whatever the professor has to say about Oscar Wilde goes in one ear and out the other for you, as Asmo keeps up a litany of anecdotes from his time with the author—both before and after his death. Hopefully, Satan (sitting dutifully in the front row) takes better notes than you manage. Your beleaguered professor doesn’t even bat an eye at Asmo’s slacking off; he learned to stop trying after the second class.

Asmo slips one soft hand into yours when the lecture ends, pulling you to your feet. “Come have lunch with me,” he coos.

It’s a demand, not an invitation.

“I’m supposed to meet up with Beel to review for Politics,” you say, gently extracting your hand so you can pack up your things. “We have a test next week—“

“Come on!” He pouts. A flurry of action in the back of the room starts up. If he tantrums, the entire school might go into a meltdown.

“Asmodeus,” you try to scold him.

His charm doesn’t work on you but that doesn’t mean he stops trying. With big, tearful eyes and a trembling bottom lip, Asmo is the picture of a lost kitten. All that’s missing is Sarah McLachlan crooning in the background.

You sigh in defeat. “Just you. No one else.”

Asmo squeals, gathering you up in his arms and spinning you both around. “Yay!”

Beel will understand. Probably. If he didn’t actually forget himself. You text him anyway as Asmo drags you out of the room.

It’s not so much lunch as it is snacking and laying on the grass. He takes a few selfies, yanking you into the frame for some of them. You consider it an acceptable trade-off for actual alone time with him.

“You never answered me,” you say once he puts his D.D.D. away. He tilts his head. “Earlier, about how you deal with so many people around all the time.”

“Oh!” He rolls onto his stomach and props his chin on his hands. Picturesque as usual, though you wonder how much practice went into such an effortless move. “I’ve never really thought about it.”

You bop him gently on the tip of his nose, just to watch it scrunch up. “You’re constantly surrounded by your brothers or your fans or your friend groups…”

“It’s not a big deal to me. I just like having people around, I suppose,” he says lightly, pouting when you tap him again.

“Asmo.”

He shrugs his lithe shoulders. “Seriously.”

You drop the subject when you notice the tension in his mouth. Anything that could potentially wrinkle his immortal perfection is usually a no-no, so seeing him frown like that is a warning sign. Instead, you opt to tousle his hair and lay back next to him.

It’s quiet for a bit—as quiet as RAD can be at lunchtime. Various birds of prey call out in the trees, while students chatter as they walk to classes. Asmo hums under his breath, some melody you can’t quite make out. It’s dreadfully peaceful, and you worry you’re going to fall asleep and miss the rest of your classes.

“MC?” asks Asmo, startling you out of your reverie.

“Hmm?”

The demon beside you shifts on the grass, flipping over onto his back to look at the sky. “You went with Levi yesterday, right?”

His usual singsong tone is absent. There’s a gravity to his presence you don’t normally see.

“Yeah. Rissa, the therapist, said it seemed to help. She asked me to come back with anyone who wanted company.”

When you turn your head to look at him, Asmo’s worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Careful,” you scold, pinching his glossed lip and tugging it out of his mouth. “You’ll end up tearing it.”

He nips at your fingers. “We’re out of crackers. What else am I supposed to bite?”

“Calm down, Beel.”

“No!” gasps Asmo, clutching his hands to his chest. “How could you?!”

His dramatics have the intended effect—both of you giggling and poking each other in outrage. He’s good at this kind of thing. It��s hard to be in a bad mood when you’re around Asmo, even if he’s the one who originally pissed you off. Even when he’s flirting, it’s usually taken to such a level that you can’t help but laugh.

When you both calm down, that pensive expression is back.

“Come with me?”

It’s an invitation, not a demand. He’s not looking at you when he asks. All of his playful, cooing persona is missing.

You twist in the grass to press a kiss on his cheek. “Of course.”

Rissa brightens when you come in the door behind Asmo. The juice she warned you of yesterday is missing from the tray, showing her hope would be here today. Her introductory speech is much the same as the one she gave Levi, though she seems far more familiar with Asmo.

“She’s a succubus, darling,” croons Asmo when you ask.

Fair enough.

Rissa directs the conversation to the fall. Asmo’s version differs from Levi’s.

“I stayed with Mammon, mostly,” he begins, voice a bit distant and slow. “Though I know at one point I was with the twins and Lilith. Lucifer…” He shakes his head. “Lucifer was dealing with Michael for most of the battle.”

You tap his knee lightly. “You were with him at one point, though.”

Neither of them asks how you know that, much to your relief.

“Wait, no you’re right. Lucifer got caught by some of Uriel’s arrows and I had to get them out,” says Asmo, rapidly blinking. His hands tremble where they’re folded in his lap. “It was nasty work, but we didn’t have a proper field medic. You’re not supposed to just yank arrows out.”

He shudders. The motion isn’t delicate or graceful like you expect from him. His usually luminous face is nearly green. You hold one of his hands between both of yours to keep him from picking at his cuticles.

“That sounds like it was hard,” says Rissa. Her easy smile is replaced with patient neutrality.

“Afterwards, well…” He shrugs. “Mammon and I had Satan to deal with, so most of the following decades were taken up with that.”

Rissa narrows her dark eyes, making a note you presume is about the avoidance of Lilith. “And how did that go?”

“Oh, he was a nightmare of a child! The tantrums alone were enough to drive anyone insane!” He’s back to laughing, though it doesn’t quite ring as genuine.

“He seems to have turned into a fine demon regardless.”

Asmo smiles—a true smile, soft and mindless. “He’s okay. Not as good as me, obviously, but he’s probably my favorite.”

Rissa uncaps her second soda of the meeting. You wonder idly if demons just don’t get cavities or if you should be worried about her. “Parenting after a traumatic experience isn’t easy,” she comments.

Asmo flinches.

“And you were quite young for an angel, correct?”

He nods jerkily, though Rissa’s looking down at her tablet. She crosses something out and scribbles over it.

“We aren’t supposed to meet again until next week, but I want to talk with you and Mammon more,” she says eventually. “He wasn’t much older than you if I remember correctly.”

“Not by much.” His voice is smaller than you’ve ever heard it.

Rissa looks up at him with a kind smile. “It’s okay, Asmo. I just want to talk a few things out with you two. Nothing major, but I hadn’t realized how much of the parenting of Satan fell on you both.”

“It was a long time ago,” replies Asmo, waving his hand dismissively.

“That doesn’t erase that it happened.”

He frowns in response. The expression looks unnatural on someone you’re so used to seeing with a smile. This is where you’re meant to step in, you realize, though you’re at a loss for how. It’s easy to forget just how ancient all of them are in comparison to you. Their histories stretch back centuries. Even Satan, the youngest of the bunch, has lived more days than you can comprehend.

You drop your head on Asmo’s shoulder, leaning all of your body weight into him. The pressure seems to bring him back to reality a bit. He kisses your forehead and squeezes your hand.

“So, joint meeting with Mammon later this week?” he asks Rissa. “Sounds like a party.”

She doesn’t keep you after the meeting ends, letting you get tugged along behind Asmo as he dances out the door. His “other people” persona is back in place.

“I know there are classes tomorrow, but my friend is having her album release party at The Fall tonight!” he informs you, tapping away at Devilgram with his free hand. “You have to come!”

You shake your head. “If I cancel on Beel twice in a row, he may actually lose his mind. We really need to study.”

Asmo pouts but drops it for the rest of your walk home. He abandons you in favor of his closet, calling out to Satan for help in picking out something to wear. Not the person you would’ve chosen for wardrobe assistance, but both of them seem happy enough when they disappear into Asmo’s room.

Beel’s already waiting for you at your desk, books and notes spread out on the table. A small hamper brimming with snacks occupies the chair next to him.

“Satan leant me the study guide he made last year, so this should be pretty easy,” he says cheerfully, gesturing at a paper filled with Satan’s cramped handwriting.

“Oh, thank—“ You smack your hand over your mouth at the last minute. It’s been months since you’ve had a slip up like that. “Sorry—“

Beel’s head is in his arms as he shakes with laughter. The sound is muffled by his jacket, but not by much. You end up giggling in spite of your own mortification just from how red his face turns.

“You really—thank—Satan!” he howls between laughing fits.

Something groans from the pile of blankets on your bed. A messy head of dark hair pops out, though the creature’s face is still hidden in fabric.

“Beel, some of us are trying to sleep,” whines Belphie.

The monster in your bed huffs when his twin just laughs louder and burrows back under the covers.

You both manage to decipher Satan’s handwriting without much work. Some scrawled notes in the margins let you know what was actually on the test and what was not. You resolve never to tease the fourth-born for his nerdish qualities ever again.

The twins finally branch off from you at dinner. The chair at the head of the table sits empty, though no one’s bothered setting a place anymore. Mammon just shrugs when you ask if he’s seen his oldest brother recently.

“Said he’s got a lot of work to do. Dunno if it’s true or not. Just know he’s not breathin’ down my neck for once.”

You’re worried. Worried, worried, worried. Lucifer could lecture Mammon in his sleep. He doesn’t even need to look up from his desk to identify what the greed demon’s done wrong. His disappearance feels less like an absence and more like a hole torn straight through the house. Knocking at his study door proves fruitless, as does trying his bedroom door. He has to be home. It’s nearing midnight and he gets up earlier than everyone else.

You find yourself at the stairs leading to the basement, though you don’t dare venture any further. He wasn’t in the attic, nor in the library. You’ve looked for him everywhere that isn’t someone else’s bedroom.

“Lucifer?” you call out into the dark.

Something large huffs a breath and rumbles. Cerberus, you expect. The very reason you don’t leave the threshold.

“Lucifer?” you try again, louder this time.

A hand at your lower back makes you scream, nearly tripping over your shoes and down the stairs. Bright red eyes meet yours as you’re turned around and caught.

“MC, what the hell are you doing here?” demands Lucifer.

Rather than wait for a response, he hauls you away from the stairs and through the house to your room.

“Will you let me go?” you snap. “I’m not a toddler you need to carry around!”

He scoffs, shutting the door firmly behind him. “Really? Is that why I just had to keep you from wandering into a room you know houses a creature that would consider you an appetizer?”

“I was looking for you!”

The shout surprises you just as much as it does him. He takes a step back, putting even more distance between you.

“I’m right here. What is it?” Lucifer is calm, deceptively so. His palms are turned to face you as if he’s trying to pacify some feral thing.

It’s not working.

You’re across the room quicker than you believed possible, jamming your finger into his chest. “Where the fuck have you been? I haven’t seen you in days, nor has anyone else! Don’t feed me that bullshit story you told Mammon about work. You haven’t even been at meals!”

Lucifer blinks at your vitriol, for once at a loss for words apparently. You roll right over his silence.

“You don’t answer texts. You don’t answer calls. I knock on your door and get nothing in response. It’s like living with a ghost. Worse! At least a ghost would make its presence known!”

Tears are building in your eyes but you shove them down to glare at him. The rage in your body coalesces at Satan’s pact mark, burning fever-hot under your skin.

“I hadn’t realized my absence was so noted,” says Lucifer finally. He’s unmoving in the face of your outburst, still halfway to the door with his hands up.

This is the response you get? After days of avoidance?

You spin on your heel and stalk away from him so he won’t see you cry.

“Just go. If you’re that dedicated to your ‘absence’, then go.”

He’s gone when you emerge from your bathroom. On your bed is a neatly folded sweater—threadbare and marked with the occasional hole. You slip it on in spite of your… frustration? Grief? Some nebulous point between the two?

A small posy rests on your blanket under the sweater. Delicate yellow flowers tied with a piece of twine that seem brighter than day in the dark of your room. You tuck them into the greenery around your bed and wrap your arms tight across your stomach.

You fall asleep drowning in the smell of parchment, leather, and smoke.

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yourdailykitsch · 2 years

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Could you give a run down of what they talk about on the clear eyes podcast. Hopefully Taylor talks about projects and new ones!

Answer: I will absolutely do a rundown, and depending on how much time I have maybe even transcribe it. But will definitely highlight any good stories, anecdotes or upcoming project news. Though it would be my guess he probably recorded this episode maybe a month or more ago.

Ask #2: So I came across an article about Taylor yesterday, which I’m pretty sure was fake but I just wanted to clarify? In the article it mentioned that he was attached to a John Belushi bio-pic, he was attached to an adaptation of “The Cartel” that was written by the same guy that wrote Savages. It also mentioned he was attached to a Drew Barrymore project with Chris Pine and Dave Franco???? This most likely is fake but I just wanted to see if even one of these is true? I mean I’d be down to see any of them but yeah, probably fake.

Answer: I think you're right on with this being a fake article. Emile Hirsch was actually attached to a John Belushi bio-pic but I think it's been recast. "The Cartel" is supposed to be turned into a series on FX but not much news coming out of that, no casting or rumors as far as I can see with the last news on it coming back in 2019. The Chris Pine, Drew Barrymore, Dave Franco project was rumored back in 2014. Nothing came of it. Sometimes things are rumored and are just completely false, like Taylor being up for a role in The Hunger Games. And sometimes there are projects that are rumored that are set to happen and just don't, for one reason or another.

Ask #3: OMG. Just Taylor’s luck, Terminal List finally gets a date (YAY!!!!!) only for less than an hour later Stranger Things Season 4 (which is one of the most anticipated shows to come out this year) gets a release date in two parts. And the second part comes out on July 1. At least they’re on two different services but yeah… just Taylor’s luck huh.

Answer: Not the best luck but they also don't have the same target audience, mostly. I was going to say that at least 'Terminal List' might be a week to week release, which Amazon sometimes likes to do, but all episodes of 'Terminal List' will drop on July 1st. But yes, Taylor's luck...

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lorei-writes · 3 years

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HC: Fear of Needles

Hey fun anecdote I got a vaccine today and freaked out a little before hand. needles freak me the freak out but like I am fine with tattoos it's just medical injections. I was wondering if its not too specific could you do a headcanon for masamune and shingen with a tattooed Mc that scared of medical needles.

After the shot I said "see that didn't even hurt what's wrong with you" and the nurse laughed, she was very sweet.

Hope your doing well

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Premise: Tattooed Reader + Fear of Needles (medical context) Requested: Anonymous Characters: Masamune & Shingen

Masamune x Reader Shingen x Reader Fluff

Ahh, hello, anon! I’m really happy you got vaccinated, ah, yay! I mean, it’s awesome! I can’t wait to get my shot, but given how everything is, it’s most likely not going to happen before the end of the year :( Maybe even later, although it’s hard to say anything for sure.

And haha, I get unusual reactions, at least a little bit. I have to have my blood drawn for tests every couple of months and my veins are, well. Not co-operative to put it lightly. The last time I was jabbed in the hand and the nurse said it’s going to hurt “a lot”. So I braced myself and then it was the littlest prick and I was like “... It doesn’t hurt >:( *-*”

Content Warnings: needles, fear, anxiety, doctor’s office, hospital mention

Masamune

The first time you explained to him how modern tattooing works, he was impressed. It might have not been a too detailed of an introduction to the topic, yet no less, it was quite different from what his idea on the matter was.

That being said, he wasn’t expecting this to happen - much less after being shown videos of the entire process itself and being made aware that certain designs can take hours to complete. After all, if multiple pricks were nothing, so should be one, shouldn’t it?

As such, he was rather surprised when you asked him shyly to accompany you to the doctor’s office. He did not need to have anything done, and quite honestly, he could probably find a better task to do in the time - however, assuming that something could be at play, he did agree to go regardless. After all, not all things are easy to speak about, are they?

He held you hand the entire time, your state being rather clear from how your muscles tensed. Without realising it, you dug your nails into his palm, his thumb tracing soothing circles over the back of your hand - you were scared.

Not all fears are necessarily rooted in the reality of the issue, Masamune knew something about it. As such, he stayed calm, your grip loosening the moment the nurse withdrew the needle.

Having noticed the indents over his skin left behind by your nails, you began to feel mildly guilty. However, he laughed it off and ruffled your hair.

“Some kittens are afraid of water and you’re of needles, to each their own.”

Shingen

Oh, he tasted some of this medicine himself. He knew that hospitals, doctor offices and such may not exactly be the most pleasant places in the world.

Shingen was well versed in regards to human emotion and recognizing it. As such, it took him little to notice how uneasy you were. Sensing fear, he offered to accompany you to the appointment. He seemed to have assumed he’d be unable to reason with your anxieties. No words he could use could prove just enough, he reckoned, as the nature of your concerns was not rational. After all, you didn’t seem to otherwise react much to medical staff and routine doctor visits in general.

He adopted a certain strategy, aiming to distract you with jokes and flirting (of the cheesiest kind), even going as far as to risk parodying himself.

He did not enter the office with you, but he did hear you say “See, that didn’t even hurt, what’s wrong with you” and laugh.

He was somewhat surprised to learn that the reason for your state was nothing else but needles - or much rather, the shot you were given in your arm. However, he accepted it without a single question, his own hospital stay resurfacing in his memory. You did have tattoos, but the context was different, he thought - and no matter what the reason could be, and that’s given there was any to begin with, he loved you whole.

It seemed that the visit wasn’t too meaningful to him, the appointment not being brought up until late in the evening.

“There is nothing wrong with you for having fears and anxieties of your own. If anything, it is courageous to stand against those and do the right thing regardless.”

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curly-bangtan · 4 years

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Heatwave Drabble #5: for the birthday boy (M)

[Heatwave // Godless // Heatwave Drabbles]

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: For Taehyung’s birthday, you’ve planned a special surprise-filled evening just for him as his best friend by day, fuck buddy by night. But especially after a few drinks, he finds it difficult keeping his hands off you, which isn’t a good thing in front of all your friends.

Genre: drabble, smut, fwb au, roommate au, f2l

Warnings: teacher/student roleplay (if you’re not into that, just skip to the next scene, it’s meant to be slightly sarcastic anyway), brief lap dance, oral (m&f), overstimulation (m&f), unprotected sex (your girl finally invested in the pill yay), cum dumpster, facial, cum play and consumption, squirting, basically filth, light BDSM like spanking, handcuffs, choking, the usual, daddy kink (you know HW!Tae)

Word count: 11.3k yikes

A/N: Happy early birthday to the best boy! Why do I call these drabbles when it’s basically a series at this point smh -_- Enjoy this filthy monster~

“Surprise! Happy Birthday!”

Taehyung jumps beside you as you switch on the lights to your flat, illuminating the room full of people leap out from their hiding place at his arrival. The last syllable of their celebratory chant hangs in the air for an awkward moment as he takes in everything you put together for his birthday surprise.

Shiny party streamers decorating the walls, black and gold balloons bobbing against the ceiling, printed photos of your best memories together hanging from shelf to shelf, all his and your closest friends gathered to greet him. And of course, the impeccable two-layered strawberry chocolate sponge cake sitting on a platter that you know would excite him the most.

A smile spreads his mouth wide and square as he turns to you, his cheeks bundling up like rising bread in sheer elation.

“No you didn’t, Y/N.”

Then you’re being suffocated in a bone-crushing hug, your ribs almost cracking under his snake-like squeeze. His chest rumbles in the most boyish giggle.

“Hap-pee-burf-day-” You manage to utter as you move your arms between two to create some space for you to breathe.

Seeing Taehyung this happy, especially knowing you’re the cause of it, is truly a feeling matched by no other. You don’t have a massive squadron of friends, you are more the type to carefully select those you actually like and get along with. To put it badly, you’re picky, judgy and quite a bitch when it comes to making friends. But the few you actually care about, you love ferociously and passionately, willing to cut off your own limb for them. And Taehyung is at the top of that list.

“You’re actually the best, I love you.” When he finally lets you go from his painful but appreciated embrace, his hands rest on your waist, lingering.

You had just treated him to a birthday dinner at his favourite steakhouse, roommate to roommate, in order to enable this surprise party. A few pints might have been downed for the occasion, which explains his excessive touching. Taehyung has never been able to hold his liquor, always a lightweight. The number of times you’ve had to half-carry half-drag him out of a club and stick your fingers down his throat in a dark alley is truly embarrassing for him.

“I am the best. You’re lucky I love you too, dork.” With his nostrils flaring from excitement, you can’t help but pinch his nose before turning to the guests and properly starting the party.

To be honest, you wouldn’t have been able to pull it off without the help of anyone else. His parents have come to town to visit him during the day, so off he went to show them around the food market, the park and his favourite vintage stores. Which gave you plenty of time to set up the house, prepare the refreshments, and buy the birthday cake. But keeping him from returning home was a feat that you had to enlist his parents’ aid in, and ever the obedient son, Taehyung of course did not argue when his folks disagreed with his suggestion to go back to the apartment. Then, it was a matter of taking him to dinner, deftly urging him to meet you there rather than going together from the flat so not to miss your reservation. The rounds of alcohol and your tiny bladder slyly masked the many bathroom runs you took in order to text Lotta to gather everyone to your place. And when everything was set, you headed back with the clueless Taehyung, giddy with a belly full of Michelin star food.

It was purely out of your headstrong resistance that you two didn’t stumble into the apartment making out, exposing your on-going debauchery to all your unaware friends. He had begun to feel you up on the way home, grabbing your ass one too many times for it to be merely playful. Honestly, it’s never easy rejecting his advances, not with your nymphomaniac track record anyway. But tonight was especially difficult, knowing what you have planned for him after the party…

From the corner of your eye you see Taehyung chattering away with friends from his class, and from the way he’s waving his hands around, you can tell it’s about the latest Christmas horror story of the two of you trying to stuff a turkey.

The memory of you yelling at each other to grab-this-grab-that warms your chest more than the white wine you’re sipping on. It’s always these stupid anecdotes that mean the most.

“Looks like he’s enjoying himself.”

Lotta’s voice startles you from your thoughts. Hands held behind her shyly, she smiles at the sight of the outburst of laughter from the guests at his story.

Aside from Taehyung, you would say she’s your best friend, having gone to the same highschool together and now the same university. You knew you would be close the moment she told you her star sign - there isn’t a more iconic duo than an Aries and a Leo. She puts up with a lot of your shit but also isn’t afraid to scream some sense into you whenever you pull something rogue, which you guess is very often.

“Yep. He should probably stop drinking though.” You say as you watch him tip the contents of his glass down his throat. “I swear to god if he throws up on the couch, I’ll chop his dick off.” Of course you wouldn’t, how could you ever bring yourself to hurt that godsent meatstick that fuck tears out of you? You both giggle nonetheless.

“You’re funny with him.” Lotta is wearing a smug expression that you distinctly dislike.

“What do you mean?”

“You act like he’s some annoying brother who you hate, but then you go and take him to this boujee-ass steakhouse, throw him a surprise party and splash out on his birthday gift. You beat him up when he uses your shampoo, kick him when he accidentally scrunches up your notes, and threaten to emasculate him if he spills alcohol on your favourite couch that you treat like your newborn child. But you secretly care so much about him that I know you’d give him your kidney if he needed one.”

You blink at her.

Not quite sure what to say.

“Well, yeah, of course I care about him. Like you said, he’s a brother to me.” Okay, but do you let someone who’s just a brother to you cum on your face? “You don’t live with him so you don’t know what a useless brat he is. He burns pasta, Lotta. Pasta. Seriously, he’s such a dipshit, but of course I care about him. What’s funny about that?” Lying straight through your teeth is a Y/N specialty. As long as you say it with enough confidence, you can sell any bullshit.

But maybe you’re sounding a little defensive.

Lotta is clever, it is why you’re friends. Where this observation of hers is headed, you’re unsure of. She could turn this into a lecture about your abrasive personality, or suspect that something else is going on between you and Taehyung other than sharing rent.

“Nothing, I just said it was funny. The way you are.” Her smile tells you that it’s probably the former of the two possibilities.

“What can I say, I’m a funny person.” Not entirely buying it though, you shrug and play along.

Another bout of laughter breaks out from Taehyung and his friends, catching both your attentions. He thrives in social situations like these, good at entertaining people with his odd humour. You watch the flash of his teeth, the crinkle of his amused eyes, tongue flicking out to wet his lips every other sentence.

“You know, he actually is really hot.” Now, that you didn’t expect at all. Your head whips to face your best friend, whose eyes fixes back on yours but not before you catch her checking him out.

“Um, what?”

“I’m just saying. You can’t deny that he’s gorgeous, charming too.” Brows raised, Lotta lifts both hands up in defense when she see the arrows your glare is shooting at her. “Definitely the best looking guy I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re drunk. Since when did you admit that Taehyung is ‘hot’?” In complete ridicule, you scoff at her. Though, her point is completely 100% valid and true.

“Do you see me with a drink? I’m sober tonight, got an early shift tomorrow.”

“Why are you suddenly saying this? Weren’t you the one who wouldn’t shut up when I went to Mykonos with him because you thought I was too blinded by his looks to even know if he’s a serial killer?” Never has Lotta expressed the slightest, most remote of interest in Taehyung, not once properly acknowledging his attractiveness.

“I’m just saying. It’s a shame that you can’t see him that way anymore after spending so much time together.” It’s her turn to shrug, again with the annoying cocky expression.

Yes, after spending so much time sleeping together, more like.

“Yeah, no. That’s gross. You won’t get it because you don’t have a guy best friend. But trust me, no way would I ever go there with him.” Go ahead and call you a pathological liar, you don’t care. You’d never hear the end of it if Lotta finds out you and your ‘guy best friend’ have been knocking boots for over half a year.

You catch Taehyung glancing over to you, eyes twinkling with amusement, signalling for you to come over and join his crowd. Telepathy is one of your secret talents nowadays, you just know each other so well that spoken words are not a necessity for communication.

Taehyung watches you manoeuvre past those chattering bodies from across the room, making your way towards him with Lotta trailing behind. He knows he is definitely drunk, so it might just be the alcohol getting to his head but something looks a little different about you tonight. By that, he doesn’t mean your curled hair, or that new red dress you’re wearing that introduces your cleavage to the entire world. You’re kind of… glowing. There is a permanent smile on your face, even while resting the corners of your lips are turned up. And when you’re in a good mood, you are so transparent about it that you basically radiate like a disco ball in the room.

His chest feels warm. Maybe it’s the wine.

“Fuck, she’s so fit.”

For a second, Taehyung is worried that he thought out loud, but then realised that the voice belonged to Seojoon. He turns to his friend to find him ogling at your figure.

He doesn’t know what to say. It’s weird if he agrees. But he also doesn’t trust his inebriated state to execute a flat out lie that convincingly.

“You don’t know how lucky you are to have Y/N as your roommate, man. If it were me, I would’ve tapped that on the first night.” Seojoon continues, taking a swig of his beer.

“As if you could.” Taehyung snorts, unable to help himself. “She’s out of your league, ass.”

“Fair point. I heard she is a freak in bed, too. Do you ever hear, like, sex noises?” A freak indeed.

“Sometimes…” It’s true, even now. Occasionally he will stumble home with a girl he picked up at the bar only to hear the bed creaking furiously or breathy moans sounding from your room. Walls are thin. Sometimes it turned him on, other times it pissed him off.

“Bet you wank to it, eh? Taehyungie?” Seojoon ruffles his hair just as you and Lotta come within earshot. Liquor-brazen, he is suddenly overcome with an urge to announce to the whole room: Y/N and I are fucking. Yeah, that’s right. She’s my fuck buddy, so you can stop trying to hit on her right now because I’m gonna be the one she’s riding tonight. Seojoon, fucking suck on that. I don’t need to wank to her sex noises when I’m the one coaxing them from her.

However, a small sober part of his conscience tells him that he really shouldn’t do that; if he does, he probably won’t get any riding tonight. So he clamps his mouth shut.

You arrive amidst them in that sinful dress that reduces Taehyung to a teenage boy, and you take your turn giving them brief hugs as formalities, your best friend beside you mirroring your action. When you reach Taehyung, he pulls you in roughly by the waist, wine sloshing in his hand. From his careless force and lazy grin, you can tell he is almost completely gone. Taehyung is a wine-killer, but wine is also a Taehyung-killer.

Highly conscious of the presence of all your mates while he clearly isn’t, you pretend to roll your eyes and pry his hand off the small of your back. It doesn’t budge. So, awkwardly, with your midriff locked in Taehyung’s arm, you lean over to hug his last friend Woosik who gives you a shy pat on your shoulder.

The conversation resumes, morphing into Lotta telling everyone the most embarrassing stories of you during high school - back when you had braces and had the biggest crush on the captain of the football team. You don’t even try to deny it, laughing along at your pathetic 14 year old self. Though, you’re only half paying attention, the other half is keenly aware of the way Taehyung’s thumb is rubbing gentle circles on your pelvic bone. When you peek up at him, you find him already staring at you with eyes you know too well.

The ‘I’m gonna eat you out until you squirt’ eyes.

Fuck.

Then you notice Lotta’s sharp eyes on Taehyung’s hand gripping your waist. The ‘hold up, what could be happening over here?’ eyes.

Double fuck.

Tipping your toes, you whisper into your roommate’s clueless ear. “Let go, people are watching.” You almost allow your lips to graze his skin because you know how much it turns him on, but you remember to behave. But this close, his warm familiar scent tingles your nose in a way that makes you want to hug him.

Taehyung pulls away to look at your face, clearly displeased, then regards everyone in the circle. When he notices Lotta’s focus on the two of you, he slowly withdraws his paw, but not without purposely brushing past your ass.

“Strawberry-flavoured lube?”

Taehyung audibly gasps in disbelief as he tears open his poorly wrapped present.

“Yeah, you like strawberries right?” Seojoon chuckles and claps his back so violently that he falls forwards. On the other side of him, you haul him back up onto the sofa.

Everyone is gathered around the pile of birthday gifts on the coffee table, but not before witnessing you scold Woosik for not leaving his drink on the kitchen island from which the couch is a safe distance to prevent any spillage. Lotta just laughed at your fixation.

So far, the array of presents Taehyung has received ranges from Amazon vouchers, to expensive whiskey, to a funky tie. Yours sit furthest away from him, which he practically leapt in excitement when he saw the size of, only to be forced to open it last because you insist it’s going to be the best one.

“You’re insufferable, Seojoon.” Taehyung rolls his eyes yet fails to suppress his grin. Oh, you’re definitely trying out the lube at some point.

After ripping into a couple more, he finally arrives at your present for him. It spans an entire arm’s length; you know every guest must be wondering to themselves what it could possibly be. Taehyung drops onto his knees before it and carefully peels away the tape this time, knowing it probably took you awhile to wrap it up this neatly. You watch his long cautious fingers reveal the gift you had spent weeks raking your head for.

“Stop…” His eyes light up at the polished cedar easel that he caresses over as gentle as he would your skin. But as he continues to unwrap the present, a box of oil paints, a wooden palette and a set of 16 expensive natural fibre brushes are unveiled. “Oh my god, there’s more?”

Ceasing in action, he looks up at you, jaw so slack you bet you can throw a pea into his mouth even with your bad aim. The surprise on his face, almost a replica of his expression when everyone jumped out at him and yelled ‘Happy Birthday’ an hour ago. Except this time there is something more tender about how his wide pupils bore into yours. It makes you squirm.

Then without warning, he dives onto you, crushing you in the most fatal of embraces; you swear something in your spine cracked as you fall back onto the cushions, suffocated. People let out a sound of amusement at your struggle, but with his warm breath fanning your neck, you don’t even hear them.

After allowing this sweet painful moment for a few seconds more, you shove Taehyung’s heavy body off you, harder than you need so he slumps onto Seojoon.

“You’re actually the best, I love you.” He squeals like a boy on Christmas day before examining the paintbrushes with the utmost careful touch, as if afraid he would bend the bristles the wrong way.

What is he so cute for?

You kind of really want to pat his head and kiss his cheek right now. But there’s an audience obstructing.

Looking up, you lock eyes with Lotta. She is smiling, endeared by the purity of his reaction as well. See, not even she is immune his stupid cuteness. How are you supposed to?

Taehyung’s heart is constricting as he strokes the fine wooden edge of the giant disassembled easel. Of course, you know him better than any of his other friends. He has recently expressed an interest in painting, though his love for art and sophistication has been harbouring for a while now. He has only ever made subtle comments about wanting to properly get into it but not having the proper equipment to and not knowing the best brand to purchase. Yet you had picked up on it nevertheless. Everything combined must have costed you a significant portion of your allowance. Even he would not have splashed out this much on himself.

He turns back to you again from where he kneels in front of the coffee table. You are observing him with a thing he wishes to be adoration, a glimmer in your smile that wears more beautiful than any dress on you. For a second, there’s a flutter in his stomach and it confuses him because it feels an awful lot like butterflies.

But then you kick his back with the heel of your foot to get him to stand and Taehyung remembers that you are best friends. He’s not supposed to be thinking like that.

After cutting the cake, with food being a major satisfaction factor of any party, everyone sort of just hovers, huddled in their little groups with their plate of dessert in one hand, while they resume their conversation. The music is turned up loud so they all have to half-yell; some don’t even bother talking as they dig in, you included.

Being a quiet eater that you are, you stand by the island counter, sipping your wine in between bites of that chocolate decadence. Taehyung approaches you with his already empty plate; you haven’t even made it through half your slice yet. Judging by the lethargy in his step and that icing-slathered grin he has worn the entire night, you can tell he was the one who finished the second bottle of wine you opened.

“Hey.” Your fingers do a weird little wave that is so completely uncharacteristic, but tipsy-Y/N is sort of that friendly and laid back.

“Hey, pretty.” His hand trails around the corner of the counter surface and traps you between it and his body as he comes up behind you. Immediately you stiffen, looking around to see if anyone, especially Lotta, is looking. But when you find everyone preoccupied either with each other or the cake, your shoulders relax.

“What’s up? You having a good time?” Twisting to face him, you edge back until the counter digs into your back. Taehyung’s face is a dangerous proximity to yours.

The anticipation for the night you have planned for him in your bedroom thrums in your core. Patience has never been one of your strengths, and right now it is testing your very limit. You could kick everyone out right now if you really wanted to. But you won’t. You’ll wait.

You wipe the chocolate off the corner of his mouth with a swipe, the gesture you can’t tell if motherly or romantic. And just because Taehyung is peering down at you so longingly, you flick your tongue out and suck the sweetness on your thumb.

His breath hitches.

“Uh- I…” For a second, all thought is scattered in his brain, and you almost laugh aloud at how susceptible he is to your attacks. “Yeah, of course. I’m having the best time.”

“Am I the best roommate ever or what?” You watch his eyes trained on your mouth. From his alcohol scent, you don’t trust him to have enough restraint not to kiss you right now so you turn your back to him and rest your elbows upon the island top, leaning over to finish your cake.

In your peripheral vision, you spy his hands crawling towards your sides to cinch around your waist, his front pressing into you as he holds you from behind. The warmth of his body seeps into your back, and you swear you can feel the beating of his chest against your shoulder blades. A tingle shoots straight down your spine when he plants a soft, brief kiss on the shell of your ear.

Good thing you turned around then, your intuition was right. Taehyung has never been able to suppress his overt affection after a few drinks, and certainly not after this many. And no matter how much you want to just turn around and pull him into your lips, you fight it.

“Babe...” He groans into your ear and though it was barely audible even to you, you quickly glance up to see if anyone has heard. Of course, no one heard, they are all stood far enough that even without the music, they’d have to strain their ears to hear his whisper. Paranoia is eating your head away.

“Don’t ‘babe’ me, Taehyung.” Your heart is racing, which is weird because you swear you used to be completely immune to his charms. “You’re being too obvious, babe.”

“You don’t ‘babe’ me. I can’t control myself when you call me that.” The warmth of his breath fans all over the back of your neck, sending a convulsion of shivers down your spine.

One of his hands stretches for your wine glass, but knowing him well enough to predict it, you draw it away from his reach. “Stop drinking, you’re literally about to pass out.”

“No, you’re about to pass out. On my-” hiccup, “dick.” You keep your eyes locked on the crowd, ready to shove Taehyung away if anyone looks your way. But still, you can’t help but lean back into him.

“That made no sense.” You chuckle, fingers brushing over the smooth thin skin of this hand.

“Just one sip.”

“Taehyung. Stop. Drinking.” You grab his hand that tries to make a run for the wine again.

“But, Y/N…” He whines and slumps onto you, knowing that whining has gotten him what he wanted before.

You turn around, grab his face and pull him towards you until your mouth is brushing his earlobe. “Be a good boy and stop drinking if you want the best birthday sex of your life after this party. You better not get whiskey dick because a have a lot planned for you.”

At that, Taehyung stops breathing, stops resisting. Against your shoulder, you feel his chest jump. “Oh. Um. Okay, yup, no more drinking. Got it, ma’am.”

He sighs, completely at your disposal, as your touch trails from the sensitive side of his neck down to his torso. “Good.” After looking around again to check that no one is looking, you press your alcohol-infused lips onto his hastily, savouring his softness for no longer than a few seconds before pulling away. God, is it difficult to pull away. You’re aching for him. “Go entertain the guests while you sober up.”

Satisfied grin from the kiss stretched across his face, he nods obediently and scampers over to his friends.

“Are you ready yet?” Taehyung calls, impatient and giddy, the music that you’ve put on playing softly in the background.

“Give me one more second.” You reply from the bathroom, doing up your last button and regarding yourself in the mirror. Hm, not bad. You’re pleased with how this turned out, if you do say so yourself. Taehyung is going to lose his mind.

Sheer black stockings stretched thin over your legs, you strut into his room where he is seated on a chair in nothing but his boxers, wrists shackled to the back. When his eyes land on you, a strangled noise emits from his throat.

“Holy. Fuck. Holy fuck. Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck.” He chokes out.

The checkered material of your school skirt flies up at your every step teasingly, not high enough for him to peek your panties, but enough for your thighs to be flaunted.The clip of your stockings sit cool and beguiling on your quads. First two buttons of your white blouse undone, the matching red tartan tie hangs loosely around your neck between your exposed, pushed up cleavage. Your hair is tied into two school-girl braids, decorated in ribbons.

You’re Taehyung’s walking talking fantasy.

Innocent, chaste, ready for him to defile.

“Sir.” You address him, committing to your character, as you bow your head in courtesy.

Taehyung doesn’t appear capable of words, Adam’s apple wobbling in awe. So you continue your approach, making sure to regard him with large, demure eyes. As you sink down onto your knees between his widespread trembling legs, you notice a prominence already erecting in his boxers. You try not to smirk.

“What can I do for you, sir?” You put on your sweetest, most virgin of voices and bat your lashes once at him.

Chest rising quickly, Taehyung gulps as he realises that he’s most definitely going about to have the best sex of his life. “Um. Uh. Um.”

Smiling at his malfunctioning cognition, no thanks to you, you decide to help him out a little. “I’ve been sent to you for being a bad girl, sir.”

Do you find this slightly humiliating and degrading? Yes, you’re a woman of pride and a feminist. But does Taehyung’s birthday outweigh your morals? Yes, if only just for this night.

“What… What did you do, baby girl?” Voice dangerously deep, Taehyung watches you from his handcuffed posture, watches you twirl your braids in your fingers before they move sensual down your front, curving over your breasts and travelling to your core.

“It’s embarrassing to say but…” You look down in feign shame. “I touched myself.”

His whole frame tenses, arms straining to be freed from the cuffs so he can throw you onto the bed and fuck you mercilessly. His lips are parted, breath unsteady, cheeks still slightly stained from the alcohol but you made sure that he’s mostly sober by now. “Why did you touch yourself?”

“I was thinking about you, sir, and I just couldn’t help myself. Something started tickling down there and it felt so good to touch it.” Biting your lip, your fingers reach your clit over your skirt and start rubbing. The other hand traces swirls slowly up his thighs, higher and higher, until he’s buckling his hips.

“Wait, pause.” He says, your touch ceasing at his command. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m not going to last if you do this to me. I might even cum my pants.”

Usual smugness returning as you smirk up at him, your teeth digs deeper into your lower lip, refusing to break character. “Well, it’s a good thing we have all night then, sir. A water hose doesn’t just fire once does it?”

“Fuck.” Shutting his eyes, his head falls back to reveal his gulping jugular. Already so malleable? Yeah, he’s definitely not going to last. The first round. “Okay, okay. Resume.”

Your fingers reach the hem of his boxers, skimming through his tan, lustrous inner thighs. He jerks, his hard member jabbing out the soft cotton, begging to be freed. “So I was wondering if there is any way I could get out of this punishment, sir. My parents can’t find out that I’ve been a bad girl. I’ll do anything you want me to do, sir.”

“I see, Miss Y/L/N… How about, you warm up my lap for me first? I’m feeling slightly cold.” He wets his lips and bounces on his toes, his hard length jolting along with his legs.

“Oh, of course, sir.” When you stand up, you make sure to do it slowly, curving your body towards him to give him a good look at your breasts. He doesn’t miss the chance to devour them with his eyes.

Your hips begin to sway in the rhythm of the slow sensual music while you turn until your back faces him. You feel his glare immediate follow your ass, skirt sloshing side to side to reveal your plush cheeks. But rather than falling onto his lap as he wants, you stride over his leg, hand trailing across his chest as you begin to walk around him.

Massaging up his bicep, your hand arrives at his collar as you lick a thin strip up his neck. Taehyung shudders, struggling against his handcuffs again, cursing. “I can do anything you want me to, sir.” He shivers as you whisper into his ear, teeth grazing his skin. Your own heart is racing from excitement. Maybe you should do this more often. It’s selfish of you to do so since it’s meant to be his birthday sex after all, but you enjoy having him helt under you, seconds away from whimpering, gone be his natural preference for dominance.

As you walk around him, his head turns with you, not wishing for his sight to miss a second of this private show. Patience isn’t something he’s born with, he is a man who’s used to ceasing everything he wants. You know what must be going through his head right now, the anticipation, the hunger. So finally, when you’ve done a full circle around, hands not once missing the opportunity to feather his chest, you decide to ease him a little.

Deliberately unrushed, you sit inch by inch down onto his lap until his dick is burrowed between your warm cheeks underneath your skirt.

“Baby…” Taehyung immediately sits up, mouth arriving at the back of your neck, exhaling his hot fervour. The feeling of his skin pressed on the strip of yours between your skirt and cropped blouse has you craving for him to pound into you right now. Nothing can describe the flash of desire you get when you feel the touch of his naked body.

Then you begin to roll your hips, drawing loops of infinity with your ass to the beat of the song. The groan you elicit makes your cunt pulse. Taehyung’s stiff length jerks between your wiggling ass. His head falls onto your shoulder in a huff, metallic sound of his chains ringing as his arms clench.

“Sir, is that warm enough?” Your hips are merciless, rock back and forth, providing him with the friction he so craves. Hell, maybe you should start doing this for a living.

“Y… Yeah.” There is defeat in his voice, a croak that tells you that you’re the only woman to ever put him in his place like this. The only he’d ever submit to.

Slowly, you peel yourself off his lap, delighting in the small stained spot on his boxers, evidence of his drooling dick. You sink onto your knees before him again, fingers crawling playfully up his thighs. “You seem a little stiff, sir. Do you want me to ease some tension in your muscles for you?”

“Please be a dear.” The fervour in his eyes as he gazes down at you is pure, undiluted. It stirs something beastly inside you.

You’ve sucked Taehyung off a hundred times before, but something about the fact that he’s handcuffed to a chair on his birthday, almost cumming his pants, makes you especially eager this time.

A string of precum greets you as you take his lividly throbbing cock out of its restraints. You spare it a few pumps before you enclose the warm wet cave of your mouth around it. It’s perhaps evil of you, but you cut to the chase and go straight to deep-throating. He lets out a yelp of surprise when his tip slides smoothly through and hits the back of your throat. He’s going to cum soon, might as well give him your all, right?

Your mouth has gotten used to resisting the gag reflexes by now, engulfing him like a strawberry ice lolly during the summer heat. The occasional scrape of your teeth, just the way he loves, has him shiver beneath you. If he likes it rough, he should be able to take it rough. And when your tongue begins its inexorable attack at the pinch of skin where his tip ties to his shaft, Taehyung lets out a throaty cry. Not even a moan, a cry.

“Fuck, I’m losing my mind. Y/N, oh my god, keep going.” Through your curled lashes, you gaze up at him. His brows furrowed, guzzling up his favourite view in the world, maybe second to you riding him. Jaw unscrewed, he heaves at your large feign-innocent eyes, wrists dying to be freed so he could fuck your mouth.

Two throbs at the base of his cock, and he’s cumming right down your throat. It’s a larger load that either of you’d expected, telling of his obscene concupiscence. There’s so much cum that you can’t swallow, so you have no choice but to let it flow down his cock. With you still staring at him, he watches his white hot fluid dribble out your mouth and onto him, his features screwed tight in pleasure.

“Lick it off, baby.” Taehyung rasps, half his mind completely gone, dilapidated.

You hum as you spread his liquid around his tip and along his shaft, lips now glossy, before you slowly lap it all up. You know he is particularly sensitive after cumming, so you wallow in teasing his head a bit more, watching him writhe on his seat, whining your name. “Sir, how was that?”

Taehyung’s head is tossed back, eyes shut to recover from that post-orgasm intensity. He doesn’t speak at first, still trying to piece back together his mind. “I… That was… You deserve a worse punishment for doing that to me.”

Your core twists in excitement.

Briskly, you fish out the key to his handcuffs and unlock him, thrumming from the molten fury in his eyes. “What did I do wrong, sir?”

As soon as his wrists are free from their shackles, Taehyung stands and throws you over his shoulders. Smack. He hits your ass, your skirt doing little to soften the blow. You never knew yourself to be a masochist until it comes to Taehyung; his are the only hands you’d allow to spank you.

Then he tosses you onto the bed, your skirt flying up to reveal your peachy ass as you land on your front. “You just love it when I’m under your control, don’t you? Even this innocent school-girl roleplay is just a disguise to get me to beg for you, isn’t it?”

Twisting your head back, a smirk plays at your lips as you regard his frustrated yet immensely pleased expression. His fingers glide up your silky stockings enticingly, sending shivers coursing up your legs. “Sir, I have no idea what you mean.”

“Look at your fucking ass in this skirt, holy fuck.” He begins to knead the supple flesh of your behind, pushing up the skirt until it sit on your lower back.

Another smack.

He’s such an ass man through and through.

“Do you like my uniform, sir?” You moan between his smacks. Nothing really is compelling you to continue with this roleplay, but something tells you that Taehyung is bursting from it.

“I fucking love it, baby girl.” Smack. You can practically hear him grinning in satisfaction. His palm massages the redness he inflicted like smearing paint, touch growing closer and closer to your core.

Then with one push at your inner thighs, he spreads your legs wide open.

“Fucking hell. Crotchless? You’re really spoiling me tonight.” Like a little boy on Christmas Day, he marvels at your glistening slit, gaping at him in anticipation. Another small surprise for him.

“Of course- ahh!” You break into a moan when he runs two fingers down your folds, all the way to your bulging clit. “For the birthday boy.”

“Okay, now you definitely deserve the best head.” He lies on his front and grips onto your thighs to pull himself up to face level with your cunt.

You won’t tell him to prevent further ego inflation but every head he gives is the best head.

“Wait, Taehyung, it’s your birthday. Just let me-” You squirm in his clutch, trying to flip around, but he holds you still.

“Exactly. My birthday. I get to eat you out if I want to. It’s what my baby girl deserves.” For some reason, you blush. Who are you to resist head, especially from Taehyung?

Heat of his breath tickling your entrance, you plant your face onto the pillow and clamp down on your lip, preparing for that mind-twisting sensation that has a way of robbing you of sanity. His mouth finds your thighs first, kissing, sucking, blooming roses of his affection. You let him mark you - you are completely his tonight. Then his breath arrives at the sensitive crevice where your folds begin, a slow seduction towards your tingling bud. When he finally latches onto your clit, your eyes roll to the back of your empty head, a whimper ensuing.

His tongue is a predatory serpent, ceaselessly rolling your bud in his mouth. He’s rough, generous with the waves of pleasure he sends. You wish you aren’t lying on your front right now, just so you can look down at his concentrated face and pull on his wavy mop of hair.

With every flick of his tongue, you swim closer to your orgasm. His fingers are digging to your thighs, his breath quickening with his face buried in you. When he adds his long slender digits, you know your demise is round the corner.

“Fuck, daddy.” You yell into the pillow, that name coming so naturally to you that it requires zero brain processing to leave you.

Taehyung hums in response, those baritone vibrations shaking into your core until your leg involuntarily kicks back. Gripping onto the sheets, a string of profanities expel from you as that euphoric current comes crashing onto you, drowning your surroundings so that all you feel is his face, his tongue, his teeth, still mercilessly going despite your state.

“Fuck!” A tear slips from the violent stimulation at your clit continuing past your orgasm. You guess it’s payback.

Not one minute later, a second climax hits you, this time stronger than the last as it rides on the residual pleasure. The orgasm disperses into tension down your thighs, dying for more friction to relieve your cunt of the blissful ache. Warm tears stain the pillowcase your face is buried in, your cries muffled.

His pace gradually decelerates into soft kisses on your flower, fingers withdrawing to massage your folds. You are motionless, completely depleted after the dopaminergic release. Delicately, his lips travel up to your ass, where he sucks more colours as he awaits your recovery.

“How was that, baby girl?” Taehyung slowly turns you over onto your back, a lazy grin on his glistening mouth, your wetness slathered all over his nose. It views in your eyes as a display of your possession. You don’t miss the triumph in his gaze; you wonder if he likes making you cum more than cumming himself.

“Your mouth is fucking incredible.” You bask in the post-orgasm high, pulling him atop you, hand locking in his curls. You taste yourself as you kiss him, slowly and lethargically, your energy ebbing back to you.

“Yeah?” He smiles against your lips. “You know what’s incredible? You in this fucking uniform.” Pulling away, he scans your body top to bottom. And as you follow his gaze, you notice his hardened cock, once again ready for another round. You surprise yourself with how ready you are to take him, exhaustion not yet settled in from his overstimulation.

“You like it that much?” You press your lips together, and as used to Taehyung’s constant flattery as you should be, you still feel proud.

Taehyung nestles his face onto your neck. “If we went to high school together, I would 100% have been your bitch. Not a single doubt. Whipped.”

Your heart squeezes. Whipped.

You kiss his hair, resisting the urge to make a comment about what he said. “Haha. I would not have noticed you, I was obsessed with the captain of the football team.”

Taehyung lifts his head up, frowning at you with a playful annoyance. “Are you sure you want to mention another man in front of me right now?” For emphasis of his possessive mood, he grinds his member into your thigh. You can’t help but push back to feel him digging into you. Possessive Taehyung toys with your strings.

“Yeah, what are you going to do about it?” You taunt further, pulling on his locks. Taehyung’s competitiveness is an easy target for manipulation; everytime he starts to go soft and sappy on you, all you have to do is tug on his jealousy and the bull will come charging back full force.

Surely enough, he growls into your ear. “Don’t forget who you’re speaking to, miss. You wouldn’t want your parents knowing the naughty things you’ve been up to, would you?” So he does love the roleplay. His tone slightly sarcastic, but also not really. But before you can hiss a witty response, he silences you with his teeth on your neck. As he sucks on your tender skin, your nails rake across his back in pleasure. He’s growing bolder with his territory.

“More hickeys?” You purr, not exactly in the complaining tone you’d wished it would come out in.

“Yeah, what are you going to do about it?” He mocks, leaving a wet purple trail across your throat.

You allow it for the sole reason that it’s his birthday. Otherwise, you’d be kicking off.

You’ve never liked the idea of hickeys, the notion that someone feels entitled to mark your skin as theirs. You don’t belong to anyone. This is your own skin, and no one else’s. Yet - right now, as Taehyung nips at your neck, hand yanking on your uniform’s tie to pull you closer to him, you feel like you do belong…

You don’t finish that thought.

Reaching down, you begin stroking his patiently awaiting cock. “You’re brave for someone who’s dick is in my hands.”

Taehyung breaks away from your neck and reviews his work of art. The wolfish grin an indication of his pride. “You’re going to kill me tomorrow.” He says without the fear that should come with such statement.

Yes, you’re definitely going to.

“Then fuck me until I forgive you.” You challenge, unbuttoning the first button of your shirt while your stroking quickens.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Fingers scrambling to undo the rest of your shirt, his mouth finds yours again, sucking on your bottom lip until it’s sure to swell later. Your bra falls loose with a dexterous flick, a gesture he can do in his sleep. Yet, he makes no move to remove your checkered tie at all.

When you try to loosen it yourself, he grabs your hand and pins it against the pillow. “That stays on tonight, along with the skirt and the stockings.” Voice laced with carnality, there’s a feral glint in his glare.

“Yes, sir.” Smile unstifled, you fall back into obedience.

Taehyung dares to plant more bitemarks down your chest before taking your nipple in his mouth, tormenting the sensitive bud relentlessly. Patience wearing thin, you line his tip with your slit, dallying it around to coat it with your dampness.

“Wait, grab a condom.” He mutters.

“Don’t need one.”

He looks up, confused. “What? Why?”

“I started taking the pill. Surprise.”

The look of pure shock and delight that usurps his face, for the third? fourth? time tonight, sows a seed of joy in your core.

“Wait, seriously?” You swear you feel his cock twitch happily in your hand. That stupid boxy grin that makes him look like a kid again… You want to kiss him dizzy.

“Yes, seriously.” You would never admit that you started taking contraception solely for Taehyung, because that would be weird, you absolutely did not do it for Taehyung. You’d always wanted to start contraception anyway. This was your own decision, influenced by no one else.

Certainly. No one else. Of course.

“Holy fucking shit. Y/N, you’re amazing.” Taehyung cannot contain his glee despite its juxtaposition with his pulsating cock about to enter you any moment now. “All this for me?” He asks, still in disbelief, as if the answer isn’t already written in big bold black letters.

“For the birthday boy, and the birthday boy only.” Your nose grazes his. These are the very words you’d be embarrassed to be caught saying to any guy, yet you’re currently too fuelled by the desire to please him to berate yourself.

Without another second gone to waste, Taehyung pushes his girthy member into your heat. Though it glides in with ease, your walls are stretched so wide that your inside stir, a sore pressure squeezing around him with each thrust. You always seem to forget how well he fits into you, and so each time comes as an eye-rolling surprise - the way he fills you so completely and entirely with his hefty cock.

“Oh fuck, you feel so-” He doesn’t manage to finish his sentence, too caught up in the raw unobstructed sensation of your slick walls.

Lifting your leg over his shoulder, the cavernous angle allows him to jolt deeper into you, his tip violently punching through you. While one hand remains on your ankle, the other twists your tie around his wrist and pulls as if it were a leash. “Sir…” You choke out at the constriction around your throat.

“Are you going to bad girl again?” He grunts, sweat beading on his forehead while he continues to ram his hips.

“No, sir. I won’t touch myself again,” you moan under him, “unless you are watching.”

“Fuck, Y/N.” One eye shut, Taehyung sticks his thumb into your mouth to suckle on. Your tongue swirls around his finger, biting down every time you need to shriek in pleasure.

After a while, he flips your bodies over so that you are riding him, watching, mesmerised, as your breasts bounce freely each time you spring on his dick. Your body falls back at the rippling coil inside you, hands braced on the mattress to keep you upright.

Taehyung could watch you ride him for the rest of his life. Hell, if he has a heart attack and dies this very moment, he would die the happiest man.

Sometimes, while you’re fucking, Taehyung gets a sudden rush of jealousy. Jealous that he wasn’t the one to ruin your innocence. Jealous that someone else other than him got to, or still gets to, fuck you like this.

He pulls on your tie so that you fall over him, lips colliding to remind himself that he’s the one fucking you right now, the rest shouldn’t matter. The way you moan into him reassures that no one has ever, or can ever, fuck you the way he does.

Then a messy whimper leaves you like a symphony, and for the third time tonight, you come undone, unravelled.

“Fu-u-u-uckkk.” You cry, arms looping around Taehyung’s neck, holding on as if he’s your lifeline because you yourself are unsure how much of this you can take before you drown.

“Baby, you’re so good, cumming for me again.” He sings, knowing that words like these thrums something in your core. You lap up his praise, smiling against his teeth despite yourself. It’s honestly a miracle how your usual brusque controlling self is suddenly transformed into his docile little girl, especially after a round of orgasms. “I’m going to cum again too.”

“Daddy, fuck, please. Cum inside me.” You pant, hips bouncing as fast as your aching muscles allow. Truth be told, no one has ever finished inside you before. And you are dying to find out how it feels.

Taehyung seems to know this. He grabs onto your waist, holding you in place, and plunges unforgivingly into you, penetrating your walls so ardently that you are shoved near the brink of yet another orgasm.

A grumble rippling through the room, finally, you feel a hot jet shoot into you, squirt after squirt of his thick cum filling you up. He frowns, a hoarse cry from the immense pleasure arriving at his cock, taking over him. Fucking hell, this is hot.

And kind of really intimate.

However, you notice that his pace has yet to slacken.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His eyes open to reveal pupils glowing with vehemence. Your clit throbs.

Still inside you, he turns you over so that you are both on your sides spooning, one of your legs hoisted up by his rough grip. The slap of your skin rings crisp and clear as he continues to fuck you. You lean back into him, ignoring the sticky coat of sweat coalescing your skins. His cum lubricates each thrust as you feel some spill out of you. His fingers start to stimulate your clit to help you reach your ultimate climax, viciously rubbing your sensitive swollen bud so much that you begin to see stars.

For him to keep fucking you even after cumming despite his tremendous sensitivity… Taehyung is going wild tonight.

“Are you going to cum one last time for me, baby girl?” He pants heavily in your ear.

“Yes, daddy.” Your own cunt is leaking profusely its tears of joy; you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before.

In a few more thrusts, Taehyung is cumming inside you again, this time naturally less than the last, yet from his loud coarse groan, you deduce is much more intense. He pounds slowly yet robustly, milking every last drop into you. Due to the sheer oversensitivity, he has no choice but to pull out of you immediately after, leaving a spurt of his cum surging out of you.

“Oh my god.” He moans into your neck, both your heads spinning from the vigour of your intercourse.

But he knows you’re still a minute away from your orgasm. And never one to disappoint, he quickly sits up and spreads your legs open.

“Holy fuck.” Taehyung freezes at the sight of his cum slowly trickling out of you. To him, it’s a sign of possession, ownership. Apart from his ex, he has never fucked without protection, certainly not those random one night stands. To him, it’s a sign of intimacy.

Catching his white liquid in two fingers, he inserts it into your already gaping mouth, smearing it all over your tongue. In your cute little braids, you swallow it willingly, and Taehyung swears that he could fuck you again right then and there.

“You like that?” He asks, sticky fingers entering your core, feeling how clenched you are due to the pent up pressure.

“Mhmm.” You nod, hips lifting off the bed so that he can reach deeper. His thumb massages your clit, long digits moving in a come hither motion, stretching your walls in cusps that his cock did not have the ductility to reach. “Ahh, shit.”

Determination worn on his face despite his tiring limbs, Taehyung fucks you with his finger as you thrash beneath him. Your clit is already exploding with sensitivity from the previous rounds, and on top of that, with his thick knuckles push into you again and again, you are clawing at him while your whole body convulses.

The coil within your finally snaps. The ecstatic sensation exploding within you, flooding your every fibre until tears spring out your eyes. A clear liquid shoots out of you to both your surprises, and sprays its droplets towards Taehyung. His eyes widen, marvelling at your beauty as you cum not only on his fingers but all over him.

“Jesus Christ!” Chuffed with himself evidently, he leans in to kiss you, deep and desperate, while his fingers slow their steady thrusts to let you ride out the remainder of your high. His mouth is warm, a familiar taste as you regain your sense of self and surrounding that you tend to lose during sex.

As your brain begins to function again, the first thought you register is how much you don’t want to stop kissing Taehyung, how much you don’t want to let go of him.

“Taehyung…” You whine, bottom lip in the possession of his teeth.

“Feeling good?” He lets go of his bite, but lips remain dearly magnetised to yours. Dragging out his fingers, the wet noises of your clenched walls ring. Taehyung sucks on his dripping digits as you push his sweat-dampened fringe out of his face to survey his eyes. Full of yearning. And the way he is sucking… appears almost as a last display of submission after completely ruining you. A last shred of I’m yours.

“So.” You peck him. “Fucking.” Another. “Good.” Peck. Your bodies naked, your skirt creased and skin claggy, you refuse to release each other from your embrace. “But Taehyung…”

“What it is, my baby?” From on top of you, he is looking down at you as if you’re some delicate little buttercup in a barren field, a ray of joy radiating from his smile.

You tense. My baby.

You two might be kind of screwed...

But you’ll think about that another time. Right now, you just want to be held and kissed and looked after.

“It’s not fair. This was meant for you, but you made it about me.” You don’t know what’s taken over you but you pout at him, the same way he would do to you when he wanted something. But why, of course, it’s just like Taehyung to make you come four times despite it being his birthday sex. You don’t even know what to expect for your own birthday.

His own hair dishevelled, he tucks your loose braids behind your ears, a gesture of affection. “Nothing gets me off more than making you feel good. This was about me. This was everything I wanted. Best sex I’ve ever had. But in what world would my best sex not include making you squirt?”

Your don’t know why but you feel incredibly vulnerable right now, your hard edges softening. It’s the after-sex glow that you’re seeing everything in. You feel warm, bubbly, tender.

And now your chest feels weird, like something itching to rupture out of your ribcage. You want it to stop, yet also don’t.

“Taehyung…” You whine his name again. “No fair… You can’t be like this.” Your brain offers no explanation as to why you’ve adopted his usual saccharine manner, other than the fact that he has fucked you completely senseless.

“Like what?” He asks, egging the rare words of sweetness out of you.

“Like… You know… So giving and nice and perf…” Your voice trails off when you notice his excited smirk. God, what the fuck are you saying? You flush in embarrassment.

“Perf…? His smug grin only grows at your shyness.

“Stop. You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Stop teasing me.” Taehyung chuckles at your frustration, taking the chance to kiss the tip of your nose before you try to squirm out of his arms like a cat.

“No, go on. You need to be better with your words. Tell me how you feel.”

Your entire face is heated.

“I… You’re just… You treat me so well. How am I supposed to sleep with anyone else anymore?” You immediately wish you didn’t say it out loud. Because your phrasing implies that you want monogamy, commitment. It’s not what you meant at all, you don’t think. You just meant… You don’t know what you just meant.

You search his eyes frantically, in fear that he’s thinking the same, only to find them calm, content. “I mean, I guess I’m pretty fucking awesome. Thanks.”

Rolling your eyes, you’re grateful for his childish humour obstructing any serious consideration of your words.

“Don’t make me take it back, moron.” You scoff, pinching his round cheek between your knuckles.

“Too bad, it’s my birthday, everything I say is the law.” Still hovering over you, he presses gentle kisses all over your face, delighting in the way you pretend to hate it even though you can’t suppress the smile. When he stops, his face is sincere, the playfulness gone. “Y/N.”

“What?”

“Thank you so much, honestly, from the bottom of my heart. This was… the best birthday I’ve ever had. Not just the sex, but the whole time with you, the dinner, the party, everything.” Your heartbeat quickens, unable to hold his gaze so you focus on the curve of his collarbone instead. “Even better than the pirate-themed birthday party my parents threw me when I turned eight.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Honoured. It was my pleasure.”

“Seriously, I lov-”

Taehyung catches himself before he could finish that sentence. Those unspoken words hang over your heads like a puppet.

Because for some reason, although you’ve said ‘I love you’ to each other a plethora of times in the past, this time feels like a different connotation is implicated. The line between platonic love and romantic love feels blurred. And neither of you know which love is meant.

Taehyung is a sentimental guy, you tell yourself. Of course he means he loves you as his best friend. And that’s surely what you mean too when your eyes are pleading him to keep kissing you.

There’s a moment of silence, for you both to gather your scattered thoughts, staring at each other, unsure what to say.

You clear your throat, dispelling the tension in the air.

“Lets go clean up.”

“Yeah.” Taehyung rolls off you, avoiding your eye as much as you are avoiding his.

The clean up is wordless, both pretending to be too preoccupied to spare the unspoken words any thought.

Except they’re all that’s playing at your mind.

Taehyung didn’t mean it like that. Taehyung doesn’t love you like that. You’re just overthinking. And he’s overthinking about you overthinking. You two are fine, you’re normal.

Examining the purple clouds he had imprinted on you, a stream down your neck, a cluster around your breasts, then the large ones between your thighs, you’re surprised to find not one drip of annoyance. A scary thought dawns on you. What if you like them? What if you like being marked by Taehyung?

What the fuck is happening?

You wait for him to crack a joke to ease up the awkwardness, glancing up at him in the mirror as you dry your hands on the towel by the sink. He doesn’t. Instead, he’s perched on the edge of the bath tube. Zoned out.

Have you finally taken it too far? Finally overstepped that hazy nebulous line that you perhaps should have set more clear?

“Hey, Taehyung.” His head snaps up at you, eyes large with uncertainty. “You okay?”

You want to reach out to touch him, brush his cheek, kiss his forehead. But you hold back. Not wanting to fuel the fire of confusion. But then he tugs you towards him by the hem of your skirt, corner of his lips turning up, imbuing you with a gust of relief.

“Just thinking.” His fingers crawl up your legs, holding onto your hips like his hands belong to nowhere else. “Come here.”

Chest pounding, you walk towards him, let him sit you down on his lap. Though you wish not to look at him with his face so close to yours, your eyes cannot pull away from his striking beauty. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but Taehyung’s feel more like the front door to your home. When you look into them, no matter how you’re feeling, whether you’d been fighting or kissing, you just feel embraced in a cloud of clarity, security.

You don’t want to think about the complication between you two at the moment. You just want to be looking at him, touching him, holding him.

You watch him glance at your lips, hesitancy playing at his mind. You know he’s thinking the same.

“We’re okay, right?” Throat tight, you ask, rather pointlessly.

“Of course. We’re great, same old us.” His arm around your waist feels warm and safe, and when your mirror his growing smile, you almost believe him.

But when your lips gently press against his, you know it’s a lie.

You’re not the same old you.

Taehyung feels different. Skin smoother, tastes sweeter, mouth softer. The roughness of his usual kisses is gone, replaced by an inexplicable tenderness that makes you feel things in your gut. You swat those feelings away.

Something is changing. And as much as you don’t want to acknowledge it, you don’t think you can ignore its booming presence.

You don’t dare make a sound as he carries you back to his room. You don’t protest when he throws one of his t-shirts over your head. Nor when he holds you into his chest, lips tracing your forehead with a soft sleepy smile.

Noting that you’re being uncharacteristically quiet, he pokes the nub of your nose. “Who stole your tongue?”

Act normal. Just be your loud annoying self.

“Uh… You.” You murmur, unable to meet his eye even with strenuous effort

Well, fuck.

“Okay, let me give it back to you.” Before you can protest, he is kissing you again. And you want to push him away because you feel your heart lurching to your throat, and you don’t think it is healthy. But your feeble hand that was meant to shove him off lands weakly on his pec, and somehow with a mind of its own, snakes up to his neck and pulls him in. His tongue unfurls onto yours, gently sweeping away any logic.

When his lips finally leave yours, you’re out of breath.

You don’t know what’s happened to you. Since when did you react like this to Taehyung?

Forcing your usual smirk, you try to wear a convincing facade that you feel nothing out of the ordinary. “I’m expecting great things for my birthday, though to be honest this is going to be hard to beat.” The underlying dishonesty tastes sour. You’ve never had to put on a front with Taehyung, and doing so now feels… alien.

“I’ll start planning it tomorrow, don’t you worry, your highness.” Taehyung pretends to roll his eyes at your demand, though the circles he’s rubbing down your back is telling of his genuinity. He isn’t an classically romantic guy, not one for flowers and chocolate, but more a sentimental gift that leaves a deep meaning. You know you’ll love whatever he plans. It worries you that you’ll perhaps love it too much. “But seriously, thank you for everything. The easel? How much did that cost you? I’ve looked at that brand before and there’s no way it was cheap.”

“It doesn’t matter how much it costed.” Warmth is creeping up on your cheeks again. You try to excuse it as Taehyung’s radiant body heat. “Let’s just say I had to resort to prostitution to pay for it, okay?”

Bodies shuddering in laughter, some tension in the air is thankfully alleviated by your humour, filling you with hope that things should and will return to normal in no time. You just need to stop overthinking.

“Hey, can you sleep here tonight?”

You freeze at his request. Because despite your constant fucking around with each other, one clear boundary has been that you don’t physically sleep with each other after sex. If you do sleep over, it is always just a completely platonic gesture. No kissing or fondling. Something about falling asleep in each other’s naked bodies is too mushy and couple-like. The type of thing that make you puke.

“Why?” You frown defiantly at him. “It’s not even your birthday anymore, it’s past midnight. So technically, I don’t have to treat you like royalty anymore.”

“Why not?” Taehyung rebuts, that cocky expression making you want to nipple-cripple him. This difficult son of a bitch, does he not know that the line is going hazy between you two?

“It’s weird, we just had sex.”

“So? What do you have against sleeping together after sex? Scared that you’ll fall in love with me?”

Your chest sinks to your stomach. You swear to god, Kim Taehyung is going to be the fucking death of you, stupid shit. How could he even say something like that so casually?

“In your fucking dreams, prick. If anything, you’d be the one to fall in love with me first, I just made you cum three times.” Taehyung chuckles at the flash of fury in your eyes, amused by how easy it is to strike a nerve in you.

“Do you want me to fall in love with you?” Though his tone is playful, and the wiggle of his brows suggests his mockery, you don’t know if he is completely joking anymore. And suddenly, everywhere that you’re touching - your entangled legs, his hands on the small of your back, your chests pressed on each other - everywhere starts to burn.

“Shut up, I’ll fucking sleep here, okay?”

And so this night, for the first time in the seven months you’ve been on-and-off fornicating alongside your unwavering friendship, you rest in Taehyung’s bed, your frame tucked snugly in his, his arm reposed on your waist. And despite your fatigue, it takes too long for sleep to find you as you watch his shoulders rise and fall in the dark, lips slightly parted, beckoning you to kiss them.

26/12/19

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The World of “Crazed” One Direction Fandom and the Impacts of it

"I stop breathing as he reaches out his hands to my hips, and travels them upward, his eyes following his touch, reaching the back of my head". This excerpt is from the real person fanfiction series, Wrong // Harry Styles by prolific fanfiction writer TheasWords. WOW, this is STEAMY. This excerpt is from a more extensive fan work about the band One Direction, and there are millions of comparable works swirling around the internet only a single click away.This sexual fanfiction has gained 22.3 million reads since its release in October of 2016. LIKE THAT IS A LOT OF READERS. But how many of those fans are young girls?

Despite portraying unwanted sexual advances and casual descriptions of aggressive sex, Wrong // Harry Styles reached a vast audience. As most people reading this sexual fanfiction are not yet high school graduates, these young girls may have not even undergone sex education when reading. Wattpad.com, an online fiction-writing platform, has an extensive user base of "teenage girls and young women; 80% of the site's users are female and under 25" (Korobkova & Black, 2014). Wattpad is where many young users consume over-sexualized fan content. While the sex-based content is accessible to the fans, there is also an abundance of romance or adventure-based content dealing with the band.

Across the fandom, there is a spectrum of Directioner. I am not a Directioner, but I do enjoy a lot of the music they released and I am a HUGE Harry Styles fan, so I can still appreciate the cultural phenomena that was their rise to fame. While there are fans who just enjoy the music, many fans allow this admiration of One Direction to hold a significant part of their life, represented in the fanfiction "Copyright x One Direction." The author writes a dialogue between two characters that results in one of the characters saying that she is "not obsessed" with One Direction. This line prompted a fan to write "I believe the word people use is dedicated" (Yassin, 2017). And as the media CONSTANTLY likes to remind people, they believe that One Direction fans are much more than dedicated.

LOOK AT ALL THESE PEOPLE WHO SPENT THEIR MONEY TO SUPPORT THE BAND! WOW SO MANY UNASSUMING YOUNG GIRLS GETTING TAKEN ADVANTAGE OFF! That seems to be the consensus of the media. Which is WRONG! What they did for young girls in the early 2010s is very important to discuss! The band may no longer be together creating music and going on tour, but the fandoms have not lost any momentum. Many dedicated fans follow each of the boys' careers and speculate about the band and their future. I love to watch the twitter feed for One Direction fans and I just feel like this tweet really sums up the feelings of many of these “crazed” One Direction fans.

Because the fandom consists mostly of minors, this admiration and appreciation crossed a line; this attraction has moved towards something less fun, having consequences for young girls' development. With more than 25 million followers on Instagram, One Direction is still a very prominent popular culture figure. Directioners have become one of the most well-known fandoms to utilize social media and is a very prominent presence on many fan based social media platforms such as Wattpad, reddit, Twitter, and Tumblr (hey friends on TUMBLR!!!!).

Being a Directioner means having a sense of group identity as well as personal identity also helps a child feel a sense of belonging. This is the main benefit of joining any fandom! The majority of fans are young and in those ages of 11-18, much of a person’s identity and personality are NOT developed yet. These young Directioners use the One Direction community to develop their identity. Joining the fandom and interacting with many aspects of the fandom, such as Wattpad, Tumblr, and Twitter leads to increased self-identification in social groups outside of the One Direction fandom. It is very important to note that reading this fanfiction is still reading, and can be valuable in a spark in interest in education and other forms of literature. One Direction is significant in these young girls’ lives, it is more than just an interest in a band’s music, but in the people who make up One Direction itself. Self-proclaimed “Directioner” wrote in a blog post about her relationship with One Direction and how it affected her personal development

“I feel like I have grown up with them, as I made my One Direction-themed Twitter account on January the 6th, 2011, after using my account throughout X-Factor. Since then, I have gained 70,000 followers and made some life-long best friends. I have also grown from 14 to 18, and I still cry every time they are on TV (some things never change)! They are like having older brothers that I have never even met but know everything about. That is the hardest thing to explain about being such a dedicated fan, the feeling of knowing someone without them knowing that you exist”. The image above is of the writer of the quote Chandra Gray and Niall Horan. Look how cute she looks!

These anecdotal stories of fans who have grown with One Direction are not hard to come by; many fans feel an intense connection with the band that has driven them to the place in their lives they are today. Many children become directioners, because their friends are directioners, therefore expanding their social group from friends to fans with a common object of fandom. While traditional education draws on rules, laws, and traditions in order to address how to read and write literature, fan fiction allows more free and creative space to appease these pressures of confined literature. YAY One Direction. Suck it Mainstream media! Kids get a lot of good things from being in this awesome fandom!

ANOTHER POSITIVE CONSEQUENCE OF THE 1D FANDOM! The interest in the fandom, and exposure to many different sexualities through the One Direction/ Directioner social group aids young girls in learning to express themselves and further builds their identity. The exposure to sexuality through an interest in the One Direction fandom aids Directioners in finding their sexual identity on their terms. It allowed young girls to come together to explore issues important to them. It also allows a free space for expression in the fandom which can ultimately lead to self acceptance and less negative consequences of possible closeting and shading of a child's sexuality through the disclosure of others being so open and normalized in the One Direction fandom. There are many empirical examples of One Direction causing young girls to try and evaluate their own sexuality. A Directioner named Ash tweeting “I swear everything was fine before I knew about one direction. I thought I was straight and now here we are”. She could come up online because of her connection to One Direction. SO COOL! While this exposure's positive implications are quite prevalent, there are some negative consequences of being a One Direction fandom member from such a young age.

Ok Media, you might be a little right :( Media as a whole has implications on the development of children, and this research is much fresher in the world of childhood development. With the rise of media, came the rise of problems associated with interaction with the media. Because youth is the period during which people form a critical part in constructing their sexual identity and gender, this can produce positive and negative effects on these younger individuals. This grander idea is applied to the One Direction fandom. As most of the One Direction content was produced and is still produced through the Online mediums of Reddit, twitter, Tumblr, and Wattpad, these aspects of social media directly involve members of the One Direction fandom. Cybersex and expressions of sexuality through social media are often the first activity through which teenagers can explore their sexuality freely and without biases. This can be good! It helps learn about sexual expression, but this can also expose an 11 year old to some topic that they might not be ready for. This interest in fandom is sometimes the only form of sexual education that some children will receive until they reach secondary school, and it is of general interest to many children that are in the prime Directioner age group of 11-15. Sometimes, reading fan fiction is the only way they are taught about what is correct in the bedroom and what is a violation of consent and boundaries.

WHICH CAN BE GOOD, but also can be really bad. While internet searching questions about sex will get the user more answers and more results that are from experts in the field of sexual education and reproductive health, Wattpad, Tumblr, and Twitter are a less intimidating and more community building forum for these types of experiences. It is interactive, there are comment features that allow users to comment and respond to one another. While this may sometimes be helpful for the child to expose them to the idea of sex, it can also be incredibly harmful for the children to get the wrong ideas about sex.

The Negative Consequences of Joining the One Direction Fandom, because sadly there are a few.

While there are some less nuanced consequences of the interest in the One Direction fandom such many “crazed” fans doing self damaging things such as “Natasha, 17, said on the documentary Crazy About One Direction: ‘The whole reason I got braces was because Niall Horan got braces. I didn’t really need braces but I wanted them because they look good and because Niall had them’” (Baillie, 2014). There are some more costly and deep impacts of the involvement in the fandom. In One Direction, a fandom of mostly young girls, this has manifested itself in a very sexually explicit fashion. The most famous example of sexually explicit One Direction fan content is "After" (a movie based on a One Direction fanfiction), made by Wattpad studios. Wattpad has a plethora of PG through NC-17 1D fan fiction content. While many of the posts are from the early days of the One Direction saga, there is still a plethora of new postings from many fandom members about the band. We have ALL seen it. When I was younger, I was a member of the 5 seconds of Summer Fandom (side note they toured with 1D so why i was not a direction is besides me). I read A LOT of fanfiction that I should not have been reading. I remember that to mark a section as sexual, the writer would put a warning before. SMUT or SEX SCENE ahead in bold, but that did not ward of 12 year old Grace. I read ahead and BOY was I surprised. I had no idea what a “throbbing member” was. I hadn’t received formal sex education and I was SHOCKED. According to a CNN article written in 2017, “a good portion of the fanfiction on the internet ranges in age-appropriateness from completely mild to nearly soft-core porn… Whether you’re a writer or a reader, you’ll come across words and images that are graphic” (Knorr, 2017). As the fandom is relatively young, exposure to explicit sexual content may formulate a harmful, dangerous image about sex for young women, and wow can it expose you to some THINGS.

TIME TO GET SERIOUS! TW FOR RAPE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT. Many of these real person fan fictions contain depictions of rape and lack of consent. This portrays a dangerous image of sexual interactions. These are perpeutaing something known as rape myths. As this is a form of sex education for many young teens, the One Direction fan fiction community can educate them with the wrong information. Many of these scenes contain graphic violent sex, including depections of rape. This has incredibly negative implications and can transfer from the virtual space to a physical sexual experience.

Final Thoughts on the Implications of the One Direction Fandom. There is nothing wrong with joining the One Direction fandom whatsoever. People just hate it because young girls enjoy it. Fanfiction is incredibly stigmatized in the modern, mainstream media, but this should not always be the case. Especially since the band has broken up, many of the ex-super Directioners have grown to be young adults. Their involvement in the band has affected their life in one aspect or another. Rather than shy from exploring this phenomenon of fandom and fan work, it is an important idea to explore to learn more about the effects on the young mind. Researchers need to spend more time looking into this issue, To this day, One Direction remains popular with the young girls they grew with and they continue to inspire their fans who miss the band (we see you One Direction #endthebreak). As the younger girls grew into women, they had One Direction and their chosen family, Directioners to guide them along their path; that is what the One Direction fandom truly is for young women. Also, if One Direction is reading this, please at LEAST collaborate with one another. NO ONE IS STOPPING YOU.

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sage-nebula · 4 years

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Top 5 Animal Crossing NPCs

I’m assuming you mean non-villagers, so . . .

1.) Sable — Love this hedgehog and ALWAYS HAVE, especially once I learned her backstory in Wild World. I feel that interactions with her have always felt the most natural since it takes time for her to open up to you as she gets to know you, and learning her backstory is so heartwrenching. That her parents died when she was young, and so she raised her two younger sisters all on her own . . . that she feels she has to keep working constantly in order to provide for said sisters . . . that she used to have at least one best friend in Tom Nook, but that their relationship fell apart when he returned from the city cynical and jaded due to Redd scamming him . . . I’d die for Sable, man. No one else better hurt this hedgehog on my watch or they will get it.

2.) Flick — EVERYTHING ABOUT HIS PERSONALITY IS ADORABLE. I’m not a fan of bugs myself, but the way Flick is so PASSIONATE about them that he practically hyperventilates with excitement when you bring bugs to him is just so positively endearing. He gets so excited the first time you show interest in his artwork, hastily adds in a mumble that his commissions are open whenever you talk to him, is super theatric when he gets one (but also corrects himself to be that way, from “yay I scored a commission!” to “I mean, OUR CONTRACT IS BOUND, HUMAN!!”) . . . he’s just such a massive nerd and I love him so much. He’s such a welcome addition to the series.

3.) Tom Nook — Nook needs more appreciation and less vilification, and that’s a fact. I admit that I myself in my younger days was aghast at him for how high those mortgages were, but now that I am an adult with a mortgage myself, I would KILL to have Tom Nook be my loan holder. No minimum payments? No due dates? My god, sign me UP. Not to mention that, like Sable, he’s a pretty deep character. He dreamed of making it big and saved up all his money from childhood so that he could move to the city and open a store, only to be rejected by all of the banks because he had no credit history. He encountered Redd, who took him on as a business partner, only for Redd to stab him in the back and scam him out of all his money. He returned back to his hometown, penniless and jaded, but when he was finally able to pick himself up out of his depression and try again, he vowed to always give people a chance regardless of their credit so that no one had to suffer like he did. This is why he took on Timmy and Tommy as apprentices (they’re not his nephews!), why he always gives the player a home with such a lenient loan, et cetera. He also shares in one of the games (I think Happy Home Designer?) that he donates 90% of his profits to local orphanages and that he knows that people think of him as a horrible, evil capitalist, but that he’s okay with that if it helps people learn the lessons they need to in order to have good lives. Tom Nook is great. He deserves more love.

4.) Isabelle — I mean, obviously . . . who wouldn’t love Isabelle? Obviously I love her for being cute and sweet (and for being a lady dog with a beard, LADY DOGS WITH BEARDS ARE THE BEST), but I also love how we see different aspects of her personality shine through. Like in Happy Home Designer we learn that she used to bully her brother Digby when they were little because he wouldn’t let her chew on his expensive shoes (ISABELLE . . .), and she shares little anecdotes in New Horizons about the shows she likes to watch and her strong opinions on them, which is very cute. I also think the team-up between her and Nook in New Horizons is very cute as well, particularly since they have quite a few things in common, such as both being massive K.K. Slider stans. Do you think they gush about him during their workday together? I bet they do, and I bet it’s adorable.

5.) K.K. Slider — Speaking of him . . . I mean, he’s a dog who plays guitar, sings songs, and is SUPER chill. What is NOT to love? The only reason he’s so low on this list is because I feel there’s not much to know about him beyond that, although he does mention in the first concert in New Horizons that he used to live in a cardboard box as a stray, and part of me wonders if that’s the reason why Nook is such a huge fan: because Nook relates to working your way up from nothing, and K.K. Slider is such a success story with it. Either way, K.K. Slider is great. I’ve always loved that pup. <3

#animal crossing #ac sable #ac flick #tom nook #ac isabelle #kk slider #top 5 meme #shinygoku

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rayonfrozenwings · 5 years

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Hey mutuals, followers and p0rn bots,

Its my blogs 3rd birthday!

I’ve been lurking, posting, ranting in the SJM fandom on tumblr for three years and that’s kinda Crazy to me.

So here are some fun Facts that kinda evolve into an appreciation post… and then an anecdotal history of this fandom I’ve been a part of. So thanks for hanging round and talking shit with me. :D

if ur tagged it’s just like a thanks or when I met you - lol you don’t have to read the whole thing...

and the rest is under the cut....

I only liked posts for the First month, I never reblogged. It was my first time on tumblr.

I’ve had the same URL since the start

The first post I reblogged and commented on was @miladyaelin ‘s post about a Volcano in the Frozen Wastes - such a wasted opportunity for World destruction that was not used to full potential at all in KoA hahaha - maybe a spin off series? joke.

The first person to reply to one of my asks was abookandacoffee or @bookofmirth 3 months after I joined tumblr and that’s kinda scary because that means we have been speaking longer than we realised.

@propshophannah thanks for letting me go nuts about theory with you!

The Big blogs in the SJM fandom change, and it's cool that being in the fandom for so long means that I get to talk with all these people and make some real friends.

I made read friends from reading books and talking about them - How Cool Is That!

I had fun making shit posts about Dorian’s couch, Rowan’s relationship status after EoS and seeing my friends come up with some pretty clever memes too.

The Art is amazing, and actually getting to talk to artists about their art is something I didn't think would happen ever. So I’m so grateful to tumblr for that.

I want to tag a lot of people but - having been here so long means that urls change and I lose touch - plus I think I would go over the “50 tag limit” easily.

The first kiwi blog who I talked to was @verifiefangirl and we bonded over the Old El Paso advert of “why not both”.

I want to thank those who encouraged me to write my theories, and I did that for the first year on here.

I want to say thank you to the people who told me “You know, you can write your theories as fic and people don't get as angry.” Because you were right! And so that started my writing of fan fic, and thank you to those people who wanted to be tagged and let me know what was up - sorry I haven’t written in a while.

Thank You to @faenet and my Faenet Fam. I joined to share theories, switched it up to write fic, and then evolved into Edits. I was able to learn how discord works and be a part of a team and learn new photo editing skills - I knew nothing before I joined and it's so cool to have become a part of that community.

Thanks to my BookClub brotp - It’s been the best getting to know you all over the last year, discuss books and life. And just have fun. I honestly wouldn't have connected with you guys if we just relied on tumblr because it often requires me to say something first, and i'm not good at that. @theyretheirthere sorry I had to tag you twinnie. :P

Some Fandom History for those who have been here a while ... (well for as long as I have been in the fandom, I know there was a time before this).

Phase One - POST EOS Theory and Beach Scene Debate, Elorcan exists now even tho People still HATE Lorcan (not me but lots of people did). ACOMAF love, nickname of Tam the tampon takes off.

Phase Two - PRE ACOWAR, Moreil Hype, Fandom super excited, Acomaf love, Rhysand love.

Phase Three - ACOWAR IS AWFUL - Dumpsters on Fire, lots of fandom people left. The ones who stayed had discourse about Moriel, Mor’s sexuality, Nessian, the ending and how it was rushed, Azriel is a smol cinnamon roll who deserved better - lots of Az fics and the birth of Elriel started here.

Phase Four - TOG FANDOM ARE MAD because Chaol’s novella turned into a Novel. Cyber bullying of Chaol lovers in fandom led to a lot of blogs leaving - just be kind to one another, you can talk about stuff without personal attacks.

Phase Five - WE ARE ALL GOING STIR CRAZY, Someone released a TOD mock cover and there was a lot of ableist stuff going on. Bad time in fandom.

Phase six - TOD Came out - Lots of people refused to read, other people felt vindicated about theories, other people were shocked about Maeve. Praise and Hate towards the book and for how SJM handled race and disability. Was she being sensitive or appropriating? Mixed Reviews, again fandom got a little smaller. Acotar Fandom was taking off in terms of fics.

Phase Seven - Acotar Fandom PRE ACOFAS Fan Fic Mania. Most of us re-read acotar, acomaf, acowar and Fix-it fics, Nessian Fics, Feysand Fics, Lots of Fics. Lots of Art. I noticed the ACOTAR fandom kinda took off while the TOG one floundered.

Phase Eight - A New Novella for ACOTAR, ACOFAS - lots of hype. Lots of mixed reviews - “it had no plot” or “I love it” or “I don't like how the first pov changed depending on the character” or “Yay christmas!!!” or “boo wall scene” or “yay Wall scene!!” Again - more fics and art came from it. Snowball fight was a highlight, art was gorgeous, Amren as a snowball was also good. Fandom was flourishing again, yes we lost some people but we also had a resurgence in creative content.

Weird non-phase - Catwoman: Soul Stealer, was released but wasn't a “must read” for many people.

Phase Nine - Pre KoA, Fandom was Hyped! We were all doing our re-reads, theories came out again, discussions about favourite quotes of things we had forgotten were shared. Again - Some good ToG fic came out because people had it fresh in their minds again - we were preparing. Edits were great, lots of Edits, Lots of Art.

Phase Ten - KoA Came out and destroyed us. Fandom was relatively quiet while people abandoned tumblr to read it. Anti’s came out in force, they had more to say about it that the fans did. Fans didn't see this immediately because they weren't on tumblr. About a month after release, We got Meta and discourse on KoA and what it means and what Aelin’s story has meant to us personally. Edits started taking off again. This Phase is still ongoing even a year later. Personally I am in Awe of that book and what it managed to achieve, I wanted to re-read it straight away but it still has so many parts that HURT to read.

New people slowly trickle into fandom, or pick up the books, its sweet, but as a veteran sometimes seeing the same arguments gets tiring and so I dont comment as much as I used to. I’m still here reading, but I don't really want to write another essay like the ones I've previously written to defend a point so i’m quiet.

Where I think it will go next?

Most of the people who remain in the fandom are good at looking at things with a critical eye but saying “I can still enjoy a book”, which I like.

We will get hyped as a fandom for Crescent City which was pushed back to March 2020, even if we are unsure it’s what we want, I don't think we can help ourselves.

ACOTAR 4 is in the works with no confirmed release date, just vague mention that it was being pushed back - twas supposed to be 2020 but I'm doubtful, especially if other titles are pushed back first like CC:HOEAB - it was by three months from Jan to March.

WOTOG was also pushed back, first from release with EoS, then from release with ToD and now from release with KoA (those are all goodreads dates as I was waiting for it and keeping an eye out, but we also had novels added and other books like acofas - goodreads also isn't the best at staying on top of release dates)…. we have had mention of it that it will include art and is co-authored by Lynette Noni, so It is still being made at least - I mean I don't have to cry about it being cancelled just yet. And So I have to stay around for those. I became invested in the World building of TOG to not wait for WOTOG.

So yeah, it’s been a wild 3 years. <3

#you dont need to read all this i just started writing and couldnt stop #obviously its my own experience as we all take highlights from things differently #renee rambles #renee rambles about her three years on tumblr #i might do another post for how im gonna celebrate but i need to organise it and i havent yet so something is kinda in the works #i only realised two days ago that i had been here so long #perks of not deleting my 52000 unread emails #so yea #i really want to tag everyone but wont #because if i miss someone ill be so sad #nice fandom is nice #sjm fandom #to scared to tag it with other fandom tags

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thefloatingstone · 6 years

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Heya! I was just wondering, why don't you like magical-girl horror games/tv shows? (This isn't meant to be confrontational at all, I'm just wondering! :3)

Hey anon! :D no worries! This didn’t come across as confrontational at all!

This is gonna be largely more anecdotal than factual, and the factual parts will come from other people’s posts more than what I’ve made myself, and whose opinions on this I found as explaining emotions I’d felt myself for a while, without knowing how to articulate it.

(Under the cut because this is gonna be a lot of words. And gifs because of course I put gifs in things)

So I’ve been a Sailor Moon fan since I was about 13. (this is not the reason WHY I dislike grimdark Magical Girl Shows but its a good place to start). the Sailor Moon R movie was the very first DVD I ever bought and the first thing I ever saw of the show (I had seen anime before and had a good idea what it was but this was my first experience with Magical girls and Sailor Moon). And I remember very clearly how enthralled 13 year old me was at this story. About these girls a year older than I was, fighting this bad guy from outer space who badly injured Usagi’s boyfriend. And that no matter HOW MUCH Usagi reached out to the bad guy to try and understand him, just how much he RESISTED her friendship. I remember the scene where he grabs the Silver Crystal on her chest and tries to rip it off little me actively thought “holy shit! This guy just WILL NOT STOP!! How on earth can he be stopped if he just KEEPS COMING???”

But of course, in the end, Sailor Moon is able to reach him. She is able to offer understanding for his sadness, and when he finally realises her sincerity, he is “defeated” BUT. More Importantly. He is the one who ends up saving Sailor Moon’s life at the end as a last goodbye gift to Mamoru, the boy he was in love with and who Sailor Moon loves as well. Before he leaves forever.

So a thing here. Not ONCE while watching the film the first time, did I EVER think to myself “Just stab him, Sailor Moon!” or “Stop trying to reach him and just kill him!!”. Like, NONE of those thoughts came to mind. I was fully invested in seeing Sailor Moon stop the bad guy, not by stabbing or killing him, but by REACHING HIM.

So anyway. We move on and for a while as a teenager I went through that dumb phase where I thought every magical girl show was a “Sailor Moon Rip off” and that they must all be bad because of it! In part it was true, as Sailor Moon was the first Magical Girl show that had girls use magic to fight bad guys, rather than become Jpop idols or adults or anything along those lines. However, Just because something takes cues from a genre changer doesn’t make it bad… right?

So, as I grow up I start to understand Magical Girl shows. I get what they are. They are, at their core, about young girls (usually between 12 - 16) transforming into a magical alter ego to fight bad guys and protect or save a love interest as well as their friends (mentored by a small animal friend). And this idea just seemed like… so obvious to me? But I had the luxury of growing up with this idea. That girls could fight bad guys without being tom boys or masculine or “hot and sexy”. I had the Powerpuff Girls growing up after all. Girls could be heroes while still being girls and liking girl things and wanting to have boyfriends and loving their families and wanting to protect their friends! And magical girl shows are always about getting more and more powerfull, so that by the END of the show, you face the biggest meanest bad guy of all! And then you beat him in the end. And it takes great sacrifice and you lose things and even people you love, and you have to give up so much. But in the end you win! and the biggest bad guy is dead. And you get to live your life full of hope and happiness as you’ve granted the people of earth and your friends a safe and happy life. You have protected that which you love. And it was hard, but by believing in yourself and your friendship you did it! And now, even if something bad happens again, you are powerful enough to face it.

And then, in 2011, along came Madoka Magica.

I was recommended Madoka Magica by a guy who runs (to this day) an anime store in the city I lived. Saying it was a Magical Girl show with a darker edge to it. And told me “watch until episode 3, and you’ll know if you’d like it or not”.

Having watched Revolutionary Girl Utena by now, I was excited by what I considered a “Trap” anime. An anime that leads you to believe its one thing, and then after a few episode throws the curtain back and goes “HAHA FOOLED YOU!! THIS IS ACTUALLY SO MUCH MORE THAN IT SEEMED!”Utena did this as well. And Utena was and is my favourite anime. (tied by Sailor Moon.)

So I watched Madoka Magica and I liked it a lot!! I watched all 12 episodes, and it was hard, but by the time I got to the end, I felt rewarded for sticking through all the really terrible things that happened to the characters. I described it to other people as “It’s going to make you feel terrible and if you’re able to stick with it, it will reward you by the end!”. Some people saw the end of the show as rather hopeless, or stagnant, but I saw it as an empowering message. That even if someone tells you something is impossible, you should try anyway! Because you are more powerful than they realise! And THAT, I felt, is why all the suffering was important. Because it needed to challenge just HOW TERRIBLE being a magical girl is, and just what a bad idea it is, and even if you become one you can’t change anything. But then Madoka at the end plays the system against itself, and fixes things for every girl throughout history forever. And yes there are still bad times and friends still die, but she took away the dark core of the situation.

Also, Utena had given me a taste for genre deconstruction by this point.

So yay! a great show with a really unique take on the idea of “Magical Girl!” Awesome! There was nothing else like it!

….aaaaand then…. Madoka became super super popular. And that’s when the trouble started.

I found out a few months ago, that Madoka Magica’s writer and creator, Gen Urobuchi, (a man) created Madoka Magica with a very specific idea in mind; That women having goals and wishes are dangerous and lead to suffering. That girls should not have ideals and ambition. Because it will only hurt and punish them. And he wanted to show that in Madoka Magica by showing how, if no girl in the show had ever made a wish, none of the bad things in the show would have happened at all. He has stated this in multiple interviews.

Madoka Magica, however, was an anime, and had several people working on the show, not just one guy. So how much was altered and changed to circumvent his intentions I don’t know. But even if his opinions could devalue the show as a message of empowerment, it can’t change the fact that I WAS empowered by it.

But as I said, then Madoka Magica became OBSCENELY popular. But like… that was not the problem. What the problem was was… “an anime, written by a man, about cute magical girls suffering horribly, became popular with a male audience”.

And due to the insane level of popularity, this lead to copycat shows. And these shows did not copy Madoka Magica’s deconstruction of the genre, they did not copy the art style, they did not copy the deeper look at Magical Girls as a concept. They copied the idea of “Grown Men making shows about cute really moe looking girls suffer horribly for a male audience”.

And during this surge of Madoka copycats, I watched “Yuki Yuuna is a hero” and I HATED it.

Yuki Yuuna is a story about a group of girls who are given the opportunity to become magical girls and help make the world a better place. They are already all part of an after school club called “the hero club” where they do things like volunteer work, or babysitting, or helping out at libraries etc etc. So the idea of becoming REAL heroes and saving the world?? Of course they absolutely want to do that!!

So they get essentially tricked into this situation where they fight giant monsters who come to destroy the world, and they each have a “final move” they can use to destroy these monsters. However, after a difficult battle which had all of them use their biggest move at least once to protect each other and save the world, they all find themselves slightly injured and, weirdly, a part of their body stops working. One girl becomes mute, another loses sight in her one eye, another hearing in her one ear etc etc.

The show goes on to explain that, in becoming magical girls, what these girls have really become, are sacrifices to the gods to protect the earth. And each time they use the gods’ power, they sacrifice a physical part of themselves to use the power of the gods.

So these girls essentially get slowly MAIMED throughout the series, because they wanted to make the world a better place! They didn’t even get wishes like in Madoka! they LITERALLY just wanted to save the world. And they were punished for it.

And just in case it wasn’t clear who this show was for, ALL their transformation sequences are accompanied by aggresive fanservice shots.

of these 14 year old girls.

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And that’s where the entire idea of “Grimdark Magical Girl” show fell apart for me as a concept. And I didn’t bother checking out any more.

And what did we get after this?

Magical Girl Raising Project. a show where a group of CHILDREN who want to become magical girls have to Battle Royale each other to fucking death until the last child standing

And now the recent Magical Girl Site. A Magical girl show that includes Domestic abuse, vicious school bullying, self harm etc etc.

Even Re:Creators, a show I LIKE had this with their ONE magical girl character, Mamika. I am extremely pissed off that Re:Creators decided that Mamika, the magical girl, is the character that had to be killed horribly so that her death could motivate OTHER characters into action.

The only reason I am able to swallow this in Re:Creators, despite being angry about it, is that before she died, Mamika was shown to possibly be the strongest character in the whole show. To the level of being completely OP. And the fact that she died because she tried to reach the main bad guy, knowing full well she most likely would not survive, but she wanted to try anyway.

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It still makes me mad, but at least it does take the sting away SOMEWHAT. Especially since Re:Creators is not a magical girl show. And its entire point is to dissect all its characters by removing them from their own anime and video games and forcing them into a reality where they have to face things they would not normally have to worry about in their safer, more genre-based universes.

“Dark Magical Girl” or as I like to refer to it as; “Grimdark magical girl” shows are now the most popular versions of the magical girl genre.

a genre that STARTED as manga written by women for girls to read and feel empowered by. They have now been turned into a genre for teenaged to adult men to enjoy cute moe girls in horriffic torture porn. (see. Because torture makes it MATURE and ADULT).

They are no longer shows spreading messages to young girls about believing in themselves and their friends and their own power, but are instead torture porn for men.

There is an excellent post by a tumblr user called @timemachineyeah which I link to all the time regarding this topic which I will do so again here;

https://thefloatingstone.tumblr.com/post/165077370034/i-cant-remember-if-youve-posted-about-this#notes

And in the OP’s words (emphasis mine):

“[…]That’s not subversive. That’s our whole fucking lives. That’s what we get everywhere else. Nothing a girl does can be right. We’re bad to have ambitions and to want things. Even the “nice” things we do are dismissed with ulterior motives as soon as someone decides they’re done with us.

And I fucking hate people calling it “so profound” and whatever, when it’s ultimately torture porn and the message isn’t even deep.

And more than that, I hate that it’s success has spawned a series of knockoffs, so that now moe torture porn grimdark magical girls has become the most common iteration of the genre. So we had the incredibly ableist (OMFG WORST SHOW EVER MADE) Yuki Yuuna is a Hero, and we’re getting the “Magical Girls have to CULL EACH OTHER in a grim CHILDREN-LED FIGHT TO THE DEATH” of Magical Girl Raising Project and like I’m so fucking done with these grown ass men making shows for other grown ass men shitting all over girls’ power fantasies and thinking that shitting all over girls’ power fantasies is something new and subversive and not a reassertion of the status quo.“

Does that mean I think men can’t make magical girl shows? Of course men can make Magical girl shows! Revolutionary Girl Utena is an ENTIRE show about the patriarchy and its destruction of girls and the role of women in society and the eventual triumph of our female heroes OVER PATRIARCHAL BULLSHIT ITSELF” and it was created by a man!!

Namely Kunihiko Ikuhara!

And not only did he make Revolutionary Girl Utena, but he is large responsible for not only making Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune a couple in the original anime, but for largely fleshing out their motivations and drive in the anime, making season S of Sailor Moon PROFOUNDLY better than the exact same arc in the manga!

But this is not what is happening here. Heck, I have a suspicion one of these grimdark shows might have originally been written by a woman.

What’s happening here is not about who the creator of these shows are, it is who these shows are INTENDED for. And what their intent as a show is. And yes. a lot of Magical girl shows have the intent of selling merchandise. Let’s not pretend PreCure or Jewel Pet are trying to become feminist icons or anything. But even if their intent is merely to sell toys, they STILL have the function of telling girls to have hopes and dreams, fight to protect their friends, and that it is OK TO DO SO WHILE STILL BEING A GIRL. Something American tv wasn’t doing at the time! Instead all girl characters from America who were “tough” were all tomboys who hated pink and refused to wear dresses, a la Spinelli in the cartoon “Recess”.

It was not until Sailor Moon showed up girls were taught you don’t HAVE to be a brutish loud angry tough girl to believe in your own power.

But now the magical girl genre’s most popular shows are not about girls being powerful and having dreams and protecting the earth.

It’s about how much our cute moe looking protagonists can suffer. For having the audacity to want to having power to protect others.

#Anonymous #Magical Girls #Mahou Shoujo #anime #long post #gif warning #video

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thundrpilot · 5 years

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Marvel Fic Rec 4/∞

Marvel Fic Recs: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] Here’s a link for the entire Masterlist. ( ** = favorites )

@defnotspidey by lucy_blue

Word count: 2,993 (9/?)

Summary: Spider-Man @defnotspidey @mothmemes Radioactive spider bit me

Calcalust @thelancelotoftherevolutionaryset @defnotspidey @mothmemes Sounds fake but ok

**The A-Team Challenge by Isnt_it_pretty_to_think_so

Word count: 7,836 (5/5)

Summary: Tony Stark just wants to keep Peter Parker on the down low. Heaven forbid Spiderman do something stupid, like go viral.

OR: Peter Parker accidently patents the superhero equivalent of the ice bucket challenge.

Promotions Aren’t Always A Good Thing by agib

Word count: 67,076 (7/7)

Summary: "When Peter was almost thirteen, May met Carter." "Not too many months after Carter moved in, May got a promotion at work."

When May gets a new boyfriend, Peter's okay. When Carter moves in, he can deal. When May gets a promotion so she works days and Carter works nights, Peter finds it harder to deal. When Carter starts abusing him, he begins to feel crushed by the weight of it all.

(The classic Peter whump fic where May gets a new boyfriend and he abuses Peter.)

**Caption That by maddo

Word count: 2,712 (1/1)

Summary: Peter’s Instagram had been pretty popular since Instagram’s account noticed and reposted one of his photos, an impossible angle of the New York skyline (thank you Spider-Man) and was floating at around twenty thousand followers.

Then suddenly, @pparker was in the top 100 most followed Instagram accounts.

Just a bunch of little anecdotes regarding our favourite spider and his Instagram account, feat. a meme-tastic Tony Stark.

No Reason To Go by Pokegeek151

Word count: 5,518 (2/2)

Summary: When the location of the chemistry field trip is revealed to be none other than Peter's home of Stark Tower, Peter decides to skip the awkwardness and spend the time working on his own projects.

Who gives a damn about the family you come from? by tempestaurora

Word count: 3,924 (1/1)

Summary: It started with a harmless Instagram story on Peter's account. Then Tony Stark reposted it. Then Peter Parker's account blew up.

Harley Keener's there because he likes to watch the world burn.

AKA the social media au we need in these trying times

Comments: Part 1 of 10 in the wayward sons series, which might be my favorite series yet.

Happy To Be Stuck With You by Pudding_and_madness

Word count: 16,362 (5/6)

Summary: There are very few things in life that can come as a surprise to Eddie Brock.

The woman he was going to marry leaving him without a second thought, a bunch of hitmen trying to kill him, and an alien symbiote invading his mind and body were all events that were pretty hard to one up, and Eddie didn’t even know which one was worse.

So naturally, when he read the eviction notice on the door of his apartment a mere week after shit went down in San Francisco, he was not particularly upset.

Comments: Fluffy.

**where our heart is by Yuu_chi

Word count: 23,225 (6/?)

Summary: “By signing the above form, you waive the right to sue the Life Foundation or any of its subsidiaries and holdings in the event of injuries sustained during the course of the experiment.” Eddie pauses for a second. “Up to and including death.”

Drake's smile is pleasant and faintly terrifying. “A mere formality. Are you signing or shall I ask security to see you back out?”

Eddie thinks for a moment about saying no; about ripping up this dumb form and heading out the door where - where what? Where his favourite park bench was waiting? Where he had no home, no family, no life?

No, he was seeing this through. For his reputation, for the others who had already gone missing; for the truth.

Comments: AU where Eddie participated in Drake’s trials. I love love fics dealing with codependency.

The Ostrich Strategy by NamelesslyNightlock

Word count: 53,466 (7/7)

Summary: Loki’s plan for evading Odin is less a plan and more a series of increasingly ridiculous hiding places, almost all of which are apparently in Tony Stark’s mansion. Tony isn’t too happy with the Norse god that keeps showing up unannounced and destroying his living room, but he’s good at making the best out of a bad situation. Thor just wishes his brother would stay in one place for five minutes and all Steve wants is for Tony to stop flirting long enough to help save the world. In the end, they all get what they’re after– just perhaps not in the manner they had come to expect.

Comments: Part 1 of 5 in the when plans go awry series.

Academic Commitment by underoosstark

Word count: 5,254 (1/1)

Summary: Peter had faced death countless times. He’d joined Mr. Stark in fighting the Rogue Avengers, fought Toomes and his gang, and stopped countless robberies and muggings. He was used to feeling fear - it came with the job description.

But that fear came nowhere close to the pure terror he felt at the prospect of having a meet and greet session with actual-freaking-Captain-America.

(Set post-Spider-man Homecoming, but pre-Infinity War because who needs to worry about that stuff, lmao. It’s in a perfect world where the Accords were eventually agreed upon, and the Avengers are back together. Because yay, happy endings!)

These Hands Could Hold The World (But It’ll Never Be Enough) by josywbu

Word count: 9,764 (1/1)

Summary: 5 times Tony goes to Peter's school and the 1 time Peter's class visits Stark Industries.

How (Not) to Lay Low at Stark Industries by GoingNova

Word count: 8,627 (1/1)

Summary: Peter just wanted to keep a low profile during the decathlon team's field trip to Stark Industries. But the universe, it seems, has it out for him.

As usual.

obligatory SI field trip fic combined with my own desperate need for more spideytorch

Comments: Part 1 of 3 in the Interning at Stark Industries series.

I Just Thought by possiblyobsessed

Word count: 9,136 (7/7)

Summary: People are coming forward all the time saying they are/have Tony Stark’s child. Others are sure that he has a child out there. It’s only natural that when he starts hanging out with a child everyone assumes Peter is his. He’s only slightly offended that the people close to him believe it.

Five times someone thought Peter was Tony’s biological child and the one time someone knew he wasn’t.

Includes a little bonus chapter.

Marvel Fic Recs: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] Here’s a link for the entire Masterlist.

#marvel fanfic rec #spider-man fic rec #iron man fic rec #peter parker fic #tony stark fic #field trip au #avengers fic #pepper potts #may parker #mj #ned leeds #gen fic #mufr #mine #Cam's fic rec

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harrypottersummer · 7 years

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#harrypottersummer is back!

Welcome to harrypottersummer 2017! It’s happening! You get a reread! And you get a reread! Everybody gets a reread!

So, without further ado -

Cancel all your plans for the summer. We’re rereading Harry Potter.

What’s harrypottersummer?

It’s the most beautiful time of year, aka the time where Potterheads get to reread the entire Harry Potter series over the course of one summer - together! harrypottersummer was created last year, everyone who joined in had a blast, so this is round two and the whole thing is on a very good path to become an annual event.

How does it work?

Starting on June 16th, everyone who cares to join will start reading the Harry Potter series all over, first book to last, whilst sharing but their reading progress as well as headcanons, fanart, fanfics, edits, theories, anecdotes and literally anything else you can think of, on any social media platform you can think of using the hashtag #harrypottersummer. Done!

What’s this year’s schedule?

Last year, we went for a book per week, which was nice for those of us who were stuck with little to no wifi for the bigger part of the reread (-points to self-), but was stressful for busier folks. This year, only the first three books will be getting a week each, and every book from Goblet of Fire onward will be getting two! Yay!

June 16th - June 22nd 2017: Philosopher’s Stone Week

June 23rd - June 29th 2017: Chamber of Secrets Week

June 30th - July 6th 2017: Prisoner of Azkaban Week

July 7th - July 20th 2017: Goblet of Fire Week

July 21st - August 3rd 2017: Order of the Phoenix Week

August 4th - August 17th 2017: Half-Blood Prince Week

August 18th - August 31st 2017: Deathly Hallows Week

September 1st 2017: MEETUP AT KING’S CROSS STATION, LONDON

Wait, whaat? Meetup???

Well, yes meetup, assuming it all works out as planned! In honour of September 1st, 2017 also being Epilogue Day, anyone who happens to be in London that day is more than welcome to stop by at King’s Cross station to come and wave our childhood goodbye one last time. Are you ready? I’m not ready. Nope.

Make sure you check this blog for updates on the meetup, as more details will hopefully be available soon. For now, just know that I’ll be there, @ronaldswheezy will be there, come say hi and have a chat and take selfies and get emotional over our childhood. Why not. Might be fun.

How do I participate?

Grab your Harry Potter books, cancel your life, and start rereading.

Spread your progress like wildfire. This includes any form of social media you choose to participate in. Tumblr! Snapchat! Instagram! YouTube! Twitter! All the things!

Get creative. Write fanfics. Make fanart. Make edits. Make playlists. Start cosplaying. Write a song. Build your own Lego Hogwarts. Nothing is off limits.

And finally, tag absolutely EVERYTHING with #harrypottersummer. Everything. Even if it’s just a 4am text post that goes ‘do dementors poop?’.

If you’ve got any more questions, the ask box is open! A calendar page with the schedule and an FAQ face and other things are coming up too, as soon as I get around to setting them all up. If you want to message me on my main blog, you find me @stuckwith-harry.

Happy harrypottersummer! <3

#harrypottersummer #harry potter #hpedit #tpanetwork

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amorremanet · 7 years

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“chris & phichit’s excellent adventure”

a.k.a, “the transcontinental road trip AU where, a few years in the future, chris and phichit go on the hunt to find vitya’s missing blood family and bring them to the viktuuri wedding.” for #yoiweek2017 day five: stay close to me — option b: bonds/friendship.

(and sneaks in tags for @sikenesque @fighthaus & @pocketlass for reasons)

featuring hijinks and shenanigans, including but not limited to (not even remotely in order):

“how did you even find intel, chris??” // “oh, my future father-in-law has a soft spot for romance and touching family reunions, he helped me out. also, he specializes in finding missing persons for INTERPOL.”

“so, why don’t we just let INTERPOL handle this? like, they have the resources, don’t they?”

“because they’re a police organization? all the rumors about viktor’s blood family being in organized crime are ridic, they’re not even credible enough for gossip bloggers to dignify their existence anymore. INTERPOL has no reason to be involved, my future father-in-law just did me a favor.”

“okay, that makes sense… plus, i mean? if you think about it, it’d probably mean a lot more to viktor and yuuri if we got viktor’s family to the wedding ourselves. found family uniting blood family and all that, right? :D”

“blanket rule: no selfies while we’re on the trip, viktor and yuuri might figure out what we’re up to.”

“won’t they figure out that we’re up to something when they realize that both of the best men have gone missing?” // “nah, i got it covered. :D”

literally the full extent of christophe’s alleged “plan” here is, “make my beautiful bae thierry run interference to keep the grooms-to-be-distracted. he’s in government, he is experienced at finding ways to waste people’s time. then, when i get home, make it up to him that i asked for so much important help, and then have dinner and a gold-medal romantic marriage proposal, awwww yiss.”

having to call on leo for help at some point in the states, bc phichit has never needed to learn how to drive, and chris has a license but he hasn’t driven in ages and he’s used to everything being on the other side of the road, what the hell is this, why is everything in america backwards

“i’m sorry for chris, leo. trying to drive the rental car back in detroit messed him up a little, thank you for giving us a ride ♡”

“THE ROADS MADE NO SENSE, THERE WERE POTHOLES AND BROKEN CEMENT ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE, THE PEOPLE WERE MEAN TO ME, AND EVERYTHING WAS BACKWARDS!!!”

“……right. yeah, it’s no problem, phichit. i was gonna call you today anyway, you’ve been quiet on social media since the thing in munich, i was getting worried. ♡”

a scooby doo-esque chase scene through the louvre, arising from a misunderstanding between chris and a belgian tourist who looked kinda like the last confirmed photo of viktor’s blood mother (in his defense, it’s a very bad photo and the poor tourist did look kinda like viktor’s mother)

“we’re way ahead of schedule, phichit! we have enough time to go out tonight! besides, we’re gonna meet a contact!” — *spongebob announcer voice* SEVERAL HOURS LATER……

“ugh, phichit, come on. our contact probably isn’t showing up by now and this mountain goat guy’s music sucks…… uh. ……phichit? *to the bartender, showing her a picture on his phone* ……hey, have you seen this guy? he came in with me a few hours ago? he’s about this tall *mimes with his hand*, really cute, probably trying to take selfies with everybody?”

bartender: “oh yeah, he headed for the stage while you were arguing with that other patron about whether or not that russian skater guy deserves to be called a living legend—”

“well, what else are you supposed to do when someone insults your best friend’s honor and also his skating”

bartender: “right, well. have fun trying to elbow your way through a bunch of enraptured john darnielle fans to get your cute friend back. :)”

chris does not have fun trying to do this. phichit doesn’t appreciate chris trying to yank him out of the pit in the middle of j.d. playing, “this year,” like?? what the hell, chris!

chris still thinks that the weirdo in the glasses can’t actually sing or play his guitar and also his songs suck. phichit makes him wait by the stage door for an autograph and a selfie anyway.

“you can’t even post it anywhere or this will all go belly-up again ffs WHY”

“because the mountain goats, chris!!! THAT’S why!”

having to call on jj and isabella for help in montreal, bc as the adventure winds down and brings them to canada, they still can’t drive but they are too close to finding vitya’s family to give up now just because chris finds jj insufferable

“seung-gil? this is isabella and jj’s place, uh? not to be rude but… why are YOU here? with your dog?”

“*shrugs* spending time with my best friend and our boyfriend. what are you doing here, phichit. and with giacometti?”

“would you believe that chris and i are on a transcontinental hunt for viktor’s long-lost family who might be involved in organized crime or something, thanks to a series of tips that started with chris’s future father-in-law who works for INTERPOL i guess, and we’ve been all over the world, looking for the long-lost nikiforovs so they can come to viktor and yuuri’s wedding?”

“*headtilts at phichit, then eyebrow arches at chris, who is faceplanted and sacked out on the couch* ……well, i believe that jj would believe that and let you two stay here for a while.”

“*sighs and takes chris’s phone out of his jacket pocket, borrows his thumb to get past the lock, and shows seung-gil some of the intel that’s been guiding them on their search* ……i feel like i should say something witty? but i’m tired and jetlagged, so… please substitute something witty in here for me?”

“*eyebrow arches at chris’s phone and then up at phichit* ……why on earth would you two do all of this instead of just buying katsuki and nikiforov a honeymoon in the bahamas or something?”

“………that. um. ………………that literally never occurred to us?”

“literally never?”

“and we thought it’d be sweeter and more personal to find viktor’s family???”

“*whistles, sighs, then gets up and points at the guest bed* get some sleep, phichit. you look like you’re going to need it. *waits for phichit to lie down, then coaxes his husky up into the bed to go snuggle phichit. because seung-gil likes phichit, so phichit gets dog-snuggles. and none for christophe giacometti, bye.*”

chris doesn’t make arrangements for them in rome bc he expects to be able to call on sara and sleep on her couch, but she, mickey, and emil are already at the wedding when chris and phichit get there.

(sara is there as mila’s plus-one, and yuuri invited emil, who brought mickey as his plus-one.)

so, without any planned accommodations in rome, chris and phichit go looking for either a room or maybe some of the leads they’re supposed to be finding (hey, it’s not that late).

a few wrong turns and oddball miscommunications, exacerbated by their very questionable italian, later… and they’ve found their way to a fancy dinner party being hosted by a distinguished professor of art history and the classics, who has family ties to organized crime.

(their bags get stashed in one of the guest rooms, based on the assumption that they’ll be staying the night.)

people at the party keep asking phichit if he’s the professor’s mysterious sicilian protégé whom they’ve heard about but never met, and at first, phichit is trying to find it as amusing as he can when he can’t post selfies with people after clearing up the misidentification.

after a while, though, enough people have done it that he’s really frustrated because??? what the HELL??? he is THAI, not sicilian??? how are you people even getting sicilian when he knows that his italian is other-than-good???

also, not to be immodest, but phichit just won silver at the winter olympics in pyeongchang, like?? that was just last year??? were his performances really that forgettable????

finally, phichit tries to drag chris away from charming a group of pretty, eager graduate students with an anecdote about some holiday in ibiza that is like 85% made up, and in his indignation at everything going on today, phichit shouts at chris that they need to get back on the hunt for the nikiforovs!!!

*record scratch sound effect!*

this gets them dragged back into a very well-furnished study to have a chat with the professor, his younger brother, and their older sister because oh no, did you say nikiforov :|

turns out that the professor’s family definitely knew the nikiforovs and it’s some kind of complicated mess, and there is some serious miscommunication that briefly makes them think that chris and phichit are the cutest but most ineffective hitmen ever.

once this is cleared up, they are given intel on where to go looking for the nikiforovs on the condition that they leave rome by dawn. they get on the first train out of the city without even caring where it goes.

after a series of unfortunate transfers and sleeping through the stops where they initially planned to get off, they end up in munich. this would be awesome if they were on holiday, but it’s really not where they want to be for the sake of hunting for viktor’s family.

moreover, it’s kinda troublesome because phichit really does have a lot of fans after his big win in pyeongchang — more than he did beforehand, even, which says a lot because he’s had a lot of fans since his instagram started getting attention and got a huge rush of them after he made the cut for the sochi winter olympics.

but he has an especially huge fan club in germany for reasons he doesn’t entirely understand but also isn’t arguing with because omg yay, hi new friends, phichit wants to meet all of you and be your friend for real!!! (how sad is phichit that he’s banned from posting selfies right now? VERY SAD, that is how sad he is)

chris also has a pretty big fan club in germany, and when they show up in munich, he’s wearing the t-shirt one of his german fans designed for him that says, “bigger than hasselhoff” with fanart of chris in his free skate outfit from the sochi olympics (and hey, phichit, it’s not just you who’s upset about the blanket selfie-ban right now, but there’s a reason that you and chris agreed to this)

either way, they run into one of their fans while trying to scope out a café where they can get breakfast (“one that isn’t at the damned train station, phichit. ew, we have time enough to go find better food”) — and while the three of them share breakfast, chris and phichit take a few selfies with him without even thinking that their fan might post it anywhere. which he does.

the selfies end up on instagram, facebook, snapchat, and tumblr — never mind the tweets he posts alerting the fanclubs that chris and phichit are in munich, apparently doing nothing of interest (or maybe looking for someone who knows viktor nikiforov? they weren’t very clear on that).

you know those iconic scenes from a hard day’s night where the screaming fangirls chase the beatles around london?

yeeeeeah, uh.

chris and phichit are going to get chased around munich by screaming fans of all genders. if this were a movie, there would be a shot of them booking it through the main square at marienplatz — like, right in front of the mariensäule and fischbrunnen — scaring the other people and the pigeons as they desperately attempt to get away from the throng of fans behind them.

there would probably be another shot of them running from fans in front of the hofbräuhaus am platzl. because in the movies, you have to showcase the most well-known landmarks. it’s like how you can’t have paris in a movie without showing off the eiffel tower, just so everybody knows that we’re in paris.

they try to hide in different shops and on a bus. they try running into the englischer garten because, with an area of 910 acres, they figure that it should be big enough to hide in (but there are fans there already, shit).

they run out, hide on another bus, and try to go to the tierpark hellabrunn, which is going well until they get comfortable and take a selfie in front of the tigers, and phichit at-tags yurio in it.

for one thing, this tells most of the fans that chris and phichit are at the zoo, looking at tigers and it alerts the fans who are already there because chris unzipped his jacket to show off his shirt and they both pulled down the coverings on their mouths.

for another thing, yurio doesn’t actually appreciate being tagged by either of the best men after he was told (by thierry) that chris and phichit wouldn’t be on social media while away on their adventure (so please, please, please help them out by not telling viktor what they’re doing, and help thierry keep it secret from him and yuuri, please?)

he especially doesn’t appreciate phichit trying to be nice to him and acting like they’re friends by going, “omg yurio, it you” — like, okay. by now, yuri has mostly given up on fighting his nickname. it hasn’t gone away and yuri’s angels have even started using it, but stop being NICE to him, phichit. it’s WEIRD. (also, “it you” on a picture of a tiger, that’s so funny, he forgot to laugh. :|)

so, not only do the fans notice them and resume the chase, but yurio forwards the selfie to thierry, who is other than impressed that chris and phichit have broken the, “no selfies so viktor and yuuri don’t figure out what we’re doing” rule

like, okay, the first one? thierry can understand that. they were tired and hungry and it’s not like they told the random guy at the café not to post selfies because they couldn’t figure out how to do it without spilling the whole story — but the second one, though??

chris, what the hell

thierry loves you but he is trying SO HARD!!! to keep viktor and yuuri from finding out what’s going on and you’re posting selfies with phichit like you swore that you wouldn’t because the selfies would make thierry’s job harder, why are you doing this

and rather than hang up on his boyfriend while the bae is being understandably upset with him, chris tries to apologize and explain the situation while he and phichit are still running from the fan squad

after a while of this: “……uh, chris?”

chris: “*talking quickly, periodically punctuated by heavy breathing* what? i love you, i swear i was listening, you were saying that i’m being irresponsible and—”

“thank you for proving that you were listening, which i was going to trust you about actually, but why does it sound like you can’t breathe???”

chris: “i’m fine!!! i swear, bae!! keep talking, i don’t want to interrupt or anything, i love!!! listening to you taaaalk — ack!!! *sounds vaguely strangled*”

phichit: “*grabbed chris by his shirt and jacket collars to keep him from running out into moving traffic and drag him around a corner instead*”

chris: “i’m fine, bae! keep talking!”

“you don’t sound fine…”

chris: “no, i am!!! i am totally fine! so you were saying about me!! and phichit!! being irresponsible!!! and making your life harder!!! and you really don’t appreciate it because you’re trying so hard to help keep the secret from vitya and sleeping beauty!!! and you’re so good about everything! and so smart!!! and i don’t wanna!! tell you that you’re sexy!!! because i tell you all the time and i know you feel like sometimes i’m just saying it!!! to get out of trouble!! or out of telling you other compliments!!!!”

“chris what in the world is going on because i do not believe for a second that you and phichit are actually fine right now”

chris: “NO I’M FINE JUST LIKE YOUR BUTT!! oh shit, i’m sorry bae!!! that wasn’t appropriate while you’re upset!!! with us for being irresponsible!!!”

“chris stop trying to act like you’re fine, i don’t feel like this is helping and—”

chris: “BAE EVERYTHING IS PERFECTLY FINE WHY WOULD IT NOT BE THAT’S FUNNY YOU’RE SO FUNNY I’M—”

“christophe sebastian giacometti, stop lying to me and give the phone to phichit right. now. :|”

chris: “*groans and whines about how he doesn’t want to give the phone to phichit but does anyway*”

phichit: “hi, thierry! we’re okay!! we’re in munich!!”

“yes, phichit, i saw the selfie. it was very cute, the current situation notwithstanding.”

phichit: “aww thanks!! you’re so cool, thierry! to appreciate the cuteness of the selfie even when you’re mad at us! :D”

“……right. phichit, what in the world is going on, why does neither of you sound like you can breathe.”

phichit: “oh, nothing much! same thing that’s been happening all day! it’s no big deal!!!”

“um. neither of you being able to breathe sounds like a very big deal to me, actually???”

phichit: “but we can so breathe!! it’s just harder because we’re running! like, literally running! have been all day, almost!!”

“why on earth have you been literally running around munich all day”

phichit: “we got on a couple of buses!!!”

“that doesn’t really answer my question…… :/”

phichit: “okay, we’re running from some fans!!!”

“wait what”

phichit: “they started showing up!! after that nice guy from the café!!! posted his selfies with us this morning!!!!”

“you are running through the streets of munich…… pursued by enthusiastic skating fans?”

phichit: “yeah, it’s like we’re the beatles!! but cuter and figure skaters and there are only two of us!!!”

“um, why did chris answer his phone in the first place if that’s the case”

phichit: “because he loves you and knew you’d probably be mad about the selfies!! and he wanted to apologize!!! because yeah, that was totally not a good move on our part!!! and he was all like, ‘it’s fair for him to be mad, i have to take this or it’ll make him more upset, ugh my name is chris giacometti, i’m a huge nerd and i just love my boyfriend soooooo much’”

“uh, why wouldn’t he just tell me that himself”

phichit: “i don’t know???! probably because he’s a huge nerd who loves you so much???! and he didn’t want to like, interrupt you being mad at us for the selfie?”

“………phichit, give chris his phone back.”

phichit: “okay!! bye, theirry!! i’m sorry for posting the selfie and making your life hard!!!”

chris: “HI BAE DID PHICHIT CLEAR THINGS UP”

“chris, this is one of those situations we talked about? you know, the ones where you’re allowed to not take my call or tell me that you need to call me back because important things are happening? so you don’t need to be unreasonably, irrationally worried that i’ll be mad at you because i understand that you have anxiety about this but i swear that i won’t be upset? or worried? or any other negative thing you’re afraid of me being?”

chris: “yeah, but when i didn’t take your call in rome, we were getting interrogated by the mafioso professor guy! i didn’t want you to worry!! also, you’re right to be mad at us!! we fucked it up bad this time!!! so you deserved to, like?! idk, chew us out before you had time to calm down and not be as mad at us!!! *makes a weird squawking noise as phichit drags him into a fairly empty alleyway* also i can’t text you and run at the same time, bae!! i’m not superman!”

“you have been risking your escape and stressing your body out to talk to me while you’re running and dragging luggage through a crowded city…… because you wanted to let me be MAD at you?”

chris: “*in between trying to catch his breath as he and phichit slump against the wall* well, yeah! i mean!! you’re my thierry, you’re my bae… and i know you do that thing sometimes where you’re really understanding and i love it…… i really do!!! ……but it’s totally not fair on you, sometimes!! because you end up censoring your feelings instead of communicating them!! and i mean, i don’t like that i made you mad at us, but you’re right to be so you should express that and like—”

“if the next words out of your mouth have something to do with sex, chris, i swear to god—”

chris: “well, yeah, the sex with you is great, but like!! bae, i mean!!! if it was just that, i wouldn’t love you, though!! it’s all of you, like how you’re smart and you’re sweet and you’re funny and so caring and it’s like?? what kind of way to treat somebody you love is that? ignoring your call when you’re right to be mad?”

“at the moment, it’s a self-preserving way to treat me because frankly? i would have understood if you and phichit escaped from your fans before calling me back. :/”

chris: “but then you’d have time to get not-as-mad at us! which isn’t fair! like you should be able to express that with us and i love you so much that i’d rather let you be mad at us while we’re trying to run from fans than call you back because making you wait is so not fair to the man i’m gonna marry!!!”

“wait what?”

chris: “*deep breaths and finally starts chilling out a bit* which part wait what?”

“‘it is so not fair to the man i’m gonna marry’?”

chris: “…………uh. ……………oops, i love you, are you mad or happy? mad or happy?”

“neither, er — confused, mostly, i mean?? we haven’t talked about anything like this since we moved in together, and??? explain???”

chris: “i decided i wanted to propose recently, okay?! and i wanted to wait until after the wedding so it wouldn’t steal viktor and yuuri’s thunder because viktor’s my best friend and yuuri’s the endearing oddball who makes my best friend happy, and oh god, fuck, this is so not how i wanted to do this—”

phichit: “*shouting at the phone* he was gonna cook for you, thierry! he was gonna make your favorites and he ruled out rose petals because he knows you’d hate the mess and wouldn’t find it sexy!!! he has like twenty-seven pages of handwritten plans about it in his journal, i saw them, it was super-romantic!”

chris: “oh my god, shut up!”

“wait is he serious”

chris: “…i mean, i have more like forty pages of plans about it because some of them, i had to vote, ‘no’ on but…… yes?”

“okay, are you being serious”

chris: “*sighs, then stiffens as phichit tugs on his sleeve and points out of the alley, where a few fans are looking around; sotto voce* ……bae, i don’t want to cut this off because i love you more than anything and it’s important but we’re gonna have to run again, so look? i’ll call you back when we’re out of this for real, and until then, there’s something in the upper right drawer of my desk that should answer your question for you, okay?”

“*chuckles* if it’s those weird gold medal condoms, i’m divorcing you”

chris: “ugggh, it’s not condoms, thierry, jesus! *has unwittingly alerted the fans to his and phichit’s hiding spot* okay, shit, we need to run, I LOVE YOU, BAE, YOU MAKE ME HAPPY EVEN WHEN YOU’RE MAD AT ME, TAKE CARE, GET SLEEP TONIGHT, I LOVE YOU AND WANT TO MARRY YOU, BYE.”

phichit: “*drags chris down the alley by his sleeve because fuck this, they’re running now, chris*”

anyway, at some point, they end up in some secondhand bookshop where a lone fan corners them and actually has some unexpected information about the nikiforovs for them

so, at least a hard day’s night in munich: starring phichit chulanont and christophe giacometti! was worth something more than the entertainment they’ll get out of telling the stories after the fact, when they are not exhausted and trying to get to paris on the tail of this new lead

that’s it for now, this post got long enough and i need to go make dinner

the end (probably temporarily)!!!

okay, bye, thanks for reading

#yoiweek2017 #yuri on ice headcanons #phichit chulanont #christophe giacometti #chris x mystery guy #yuri on ice #thierry kensinger #christophe x thierry #christophe x phichit #mine: yuri on ice #mine: headcanons #leo de la iglesia #seung gil lee #yuri plisetsky #vague background references to saramila & emilmickey #*only acknowledges the 'mystery guy' thing bc it's a tag that tumblr suggested; otherwise i'm sticking to my headcanon oops*#all caps /

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