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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 4 months

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Too hot to be true

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 16

Prompt: Modern AU

Rated: T

CW: none

Tags: Modern AU; Podcaster!Eddie; Steve and Dustin are brothers; sexual tension

Eddie almost snorts his morning cereal through his nose when he checks his messages, because - yeah, right.

Eddie pls answer me, the message starts.

If that wasn’t enough, it is decorated with a veritable explosion of red exclamation marks.

As if that wasn't enough, the guy in the profile picture looks like he walked right out of a wet dream. Big, hazel eyes and a beaming smile under a shock of wet, windswept hair. He's leaning on a surfboard, tanned chest sprinkled with shiny droplets of water. Eddie absolutely wouldn't mind pushing him down into the sand, tracing those glorious pecs with sun-warmed lips - if he were real, that is.

"Nice try, big boy," he mumbles and hits the block button. "Can you believe how persistent these scammers are getting? I dunno what they think you earn making podcasts and vlogs for video game nerds, but- … sorry, did you say something?"

Chrissy scowls at him for a second longer, but then she shakes her head and sets down her coffee.

"Just asked when that kid will be here."

Eddie checks his phone. "Any minute now, the flight arrived an hour ago."

She picks up her bag and they walk into the hallway together.

"You really think it's a good idea? Him staying here?"

Eddie shrugs. "It's only for the con. And Dustin’s a cool kid. Way smarter than his age, and his podcast slaps. Maybe we can record an episode or two together, that would- … what?"

Chrissy still has this unhappy look on her face.

"Eds," she says. "He's a fifteen-year-old you met online. I'm surprised his parents allowed this."

Eddie laughs and holds out her coat. "Don't worry about it. His brother is chaperoning him, so it'll all be perfectly prudent. Dustin said he'd reach out, but somehow- oh, that'll be them."

If Chrissy was going to say anything else, it's lost under the sound of the doorbell. Eddie opens and is promptly tackled by a curly-haired blur in a baseball cap.

"Eddie!" Dustin cheers, "So cool to finally meet you in person, you won't believe what happened on the flight. That one guy…"

But Eddie doesn't hear what the guy on the flight did, hardly processes how Chrissy pushes past them, mumbling something about needing to catch her bus. He's too busy gaping at the guy standing in the apartment door. Because he saw him just a few minutes ago.

Granted, he's carrying a bulging suitcase instead of a surfboard, and he's wearing decidedly more clothes, but Eddie is pretty damn sure he'd know that ridiculously handsome face anywhere. Even though those pretty eyes are narrowed in an impressive deathglare now, and instead of a smile, those plush lips are twisted in a vicious scowl.

"Oh," Dustin says offhandedly, shouldering past Eddie and into the apartment as if he owns the place. "This is my brother Steve. I don't think you’ve talked?"

"No," the guy drawls, spearing Eddie with his gaze. "We haven't."

If Dustin notices the tension hanging in the air, he masterfully ignores it.

"Cool," he chirps. "Where do we sleep? I promised Mom I'd call once we're here."

"Chrissy's room," Eddie mumbles. The collar of his flannel is feeling too tight all of a sudden and when the fuck did it get so warm in here? "She's staying with her girlfriend over the weekend."

Dustin doesn't even wait for him to finish the sentence, just bustles down the hall and into Chrissy’s room. Eddie is left alone with the brother.

The very hot, very mad brother who's still leaning in the open doorway, looking at him as though he just kicked a kitten.

Well, shit.

"Sooo," Eddie tries. "Steve, is it? Would you like to come in?"

"Oh?" Steve’s eyebrows climb all the way up to the roots of his hair - neither wet nor windswept, but so absurdly floofy Eddie wants to bury his fingers in it and yank. "Can I? You're not gonna, like… block me on sight?"

Eddie winces, even as his stupid, smart-ass mouth answers. "Don't think that's how it works in real life, dude."

Steve's scowl deepens. Eddie wants to simultaneously cringe away and throw himself at him. It's a very weird feeling, to say the least.

"I dunno. I've been trying to contact you through every available platform for days, and you've been doing a pretty impressive job of it."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Eddie blurts. "In my defense, I thought you were a scammer."

The annoyance on Steve’s face is joined by confusion. He cocks his head. It makes him look like an upset puppy.

"A scammer?"

Eddie nods, brain-to-mouth filter rapidly eroding. "Or a pornbot. Real users usually aren't that hot."

Steve opens his mouth. Lets out a strangled sort of croak. Shuts it again. A blush is rapidly creeping out of his shirt collar, pink and pretty.

"Told you," Dustin hollers from stage left. "Not a good profile pic."

"Shut up, dipshit," Steve retaliates and finally pushes into the apartment. Eddie's grin drops off his face as the suitcase is pressed into his hands and he sags under the weight.

"C'mon."

Steve, already half on his way to the kitchen, turns, and Eddie is treated to a smile. It's just a ghost of the one from the profile picture - which is probably just as well, because if Steve unleashed the real thing on him here and now, he might as well go blind.

"I got up in the middle of the night to catch that flight. You can fix me a coffee, and then you're gonna unblock me. If you're nice, I'll maybe let you follow me back."

Eddie gulps as he trails after him into the apartment. It's gonna be an awkward weekend.

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oliversrarebooks · 5 months

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walk home late at night

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TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, blood drinking, nothing explicit but it's pretty horny

You're walking home from work late at night. You had to work overtime yet again, because your shitty boss forced a shitty deadline on you, and it's either work late or risk another bad performance review. Unfortunately, your need to make rent has to be prioritized over your need to sleep -- or else you won't have any more place to sleep.

The night is foggy and wet, almost like out of a suspense film, but you're too tired to indulge in much imagination. It's making your clothes and shoes damp and cold, which you do not appreciate in the slightest. At least you're not far, now. Only a few blocks.

As you pass under a flickering street lamp, you see the dark outline of a person in the space between buildings, and it startles you a bit. Probably nothing to worry about, probably just a loiterer or a homeless person. You're just jumpy because you're tired. You keep walking.

"Excuse me, dear."

The voice behind you is ethereal, neither male nor female, and almost seems to echo. It must be that person you passed a minute ago. A robber? Shit. You walk faster.

"Stop."

You stop.

Your mind reels as it tries to catch up with what you've just done. Why did you stop? This is clearly bad news.

"Please face me while I'm addressing you, dear."

You're turning around. Just to see who this person is and what they want, since clearly they aren't leaving you alone. Yes, that is the reason. "Who are you?"

"Silent, dear. Still and silent for me."

"I --" Your words die in your throat. Your muscles relax, like sliding into a warm bath. What's happening to you? It feels like a dream.

"Oh, dear," says the mysterious figure with a soft chuckle. "It seems you've already fallen under my power." They raise one hand and flutter their fingers downward, like rain, and your eyes follow. "Under my power. Deep, deep under my power."

It's like... your mind... shifts downwards. It feels so nice. But this isn't right. You have to get away from here -- you have to flee --

"So still, dear, so silent. Your limbs so heavy. Falling down, down, down." They flutter their fingers back and forth, and you feel yourself swaying along with it. "That's a lovely pet."

You're -- you're not a pet. You need to leave. But it's like your mind has disconnected from your body, and your body feels far too relaxed, like you've been hit with a tranquilizer. Tranquilized, yes, that's exactly how it feels.

"Come closer now, dear." With both hands, they beckon you closer. You take one step, then two, sleepwalking forward. "Closer and deeper under my power. Closer and deeper. Deeper and closer."

You can feel it. With every clumsy, sleepwalking step, your mind is draining away, your thoughts of escaping growing further and fuzzier. Distantly, you know that something bad will happen when you're in this strange person's clutches, but you can't stop yourself.

"Deeper under my power," says the echoing voice. You're so close now, in arm's reach, and the figure cups their hand under your chin and draws you in the rest of the way. Their touch feels electric, making you shiver with pleasure.

"That's a most excellent pet. Good, good pet," they praise, and the warmth of the praise spreads through your body. The thoughts of wrong, wrong, wrong are dimming as they pet your head as though you are a puppy.

Their fingers lift your chin, and you find yourself gazing into their deep, dark eyes. You can almost see stars in them, swirling and dancing, so beautiful. "That's right, dear pet. I need you to look into my eyes, now. Look deep, deep into my eyes," they say. "You're going to start to fall into a hypnotic trance for me. Deep, deep into trance."

Hypnotic... trance... there's a brief struggle in your mind.

"Yes, dear, you're being hypnotized. You're already starting to get sleepy, so very sleepy. Getting so sleepy as you look deep into my eyes, so sleepy as I sink you into hypnosis. So, so sleepy."

The sleepy, drowsy feelings are overwhelming. You can't think any more. You feel your body slumping, and they catch you in their arms and hold you upright so you can keep staring into those eyes. So hypnotized... so sleepy...

"Keep gazing into my eyes, dear. You're getting so, so sleepy. It's time for foolish little pets like you to go to sleep and surrender to me. Go to sleep, dear, a deep, hypnotic sleep. You're so, so drowsy. So hypnotized. Practically asleep already." Their eyes seem to get even closer and brighter. "Far too sleepy to resist, dear, too drowsy to fight it. All you can do is look into my eyes, let yourself be hypnotized, and go to sleep, deep, sweet sleep."

They're right. You're far too sleepy to stop this from happening. You're already so hypnotized, and they're so, so powerful.

"Your eyes want to shut, don't they, my pet? Yes, of course they do. They crave sleep so badly. Your mind desires sleep. Your mind wants to be hypnotized, wants to lower all its defenses and just relax. Yes, relax your mind for me, dear, let me soothe it to sleep. Your eyelids are drooping, pet. They're closing. You're losing control. You're surrendering. You're surrendering to sleep and to hypnosis, more sleepy and hypnotized by the minute. Isn't that right?"

Your head bobs forward, nodding in response to your master's question.

"Good pet, good, good pet. Let me put you to sleep now, dear. You're going to go to sleep and surrender your hypnotized mind to me. It's only right for a foolish little pet like you, so utterly helpless. Go to sleep, dear. No more fighting your heavy eyelids. No more resisting your drowsy mind. You can't stay awake any longer."

Your vision blurs, your eyelids almost closed. The urge to give in and sleep is so powerful. You can't even remember why you were trying to stay awake.

"Sleep, my pet. Sleep and surrender. Sleep and submit. Sleep and be hypnotized." Their voice goes lower. "I'll take such good care of you while you sleep."

A soft, quiet noise escapes your lips as you fall forward into the mysterious figure's arms, head resting on their shoulder, fast asleep. Their hand rubs your back in a slow circle.

"Good, good, my pet, my thrall. Sleep so deep in hypnotic trance. You won't remember any of this, my dear. You won't remember a thing. You're going to sleep and forget... sleep and submit... sleep and let down every defense while I feed."

Your sleeping, defenseless mind absorbs the commands to forget. In your trance state, you can feel cold fingers tilt your head and run down your neck.

"You will submit," says the echoing voice at your ear. "You will remain completely asleep and completely hypnotized while I drink my fill from you. There will be no pain, only sleep and submission. Do you understand, my dear thrall?"

"Yes... master..." you whisper.

"Very good," they purr. "Now relax and be especially still. Good pet."

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel sharp fangs at your neck. Despite what your master just said, there is a brief moment of pain, followed by a strange warm sensation as they begin to drink from the punctures on your neck. You can feel yourself bleeding, feel their tongue and their fangs as they lap at your precious blood, feel yourself surrendering utterly.

The warmth from the wound is spreading through your body, and when it hits your brain, there's a wash of intense bliss that makes you shiver and release a low moan, a small part of your mind embarrassed as you fall apart to the sensation. Your master chuckles. "Enjoying yourself, my thrall?"

"Yes, master," you respond immediately.

"Very good, pet, you're so hypnotized and submissive for me, aren't you?" They lick at the wound on your neck. "Perhaps I'll keep you, after all. Do you want to be kept? Do you want to go home with me?"

You know the right answer. "Yes, master."

"If you insist, my hypnotized and helpless little thrall." They nurse the wounds for another moment, before whispering once more in your ear. "Go deeper asleep now. Do not resist the hypnosis. You belong to me."

There's nothing left in you to resist. Your body goes limp and lifeless as your master picks you up in a princess carry, the cool evening breeze on your face as they whisk you off to god knows where.

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#whump #vampire #mind control #vampire whumper #hypnosis #hypnotic induction #blood drinking #vampire hypnosis

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red--story-writer · 9 months

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headcanons!

swimming with the Baki men

( I went swimming today and out of nowhere I got this idea-)

Baki Hanma

- Baki doesn't have any problems going for a swim with you, neither in an indoor pool nor in a natural pool

-you would have to handle some of the jealous eyes of the other girls in the pool with you but Baki makes sure and clear,with kisses,hugs and some touches, that he's only yours

-you suggest going to the sauna or the salt pool, no problem for him at all as long he's with you.. he's clingy

-you also play with him in the pool, a little splashing, banging around, jumps and piggyback

-when you mentioned the piggyback, he dove down with a grin and rise up from beneath you, holding you on his shoulders without a problem plus he enjoys the grib on your thighs..

-beeing intimate never happens, in his opinion something like this should not take place in a pool but rather in a nice and soft place

Jack Hanma

-Jack is a mix, when you really wish for it he will go in a public pool with you but when you mention that you don't care, he takes you to a private pool

-in a public pool he stays close by your side, keeping and eye on every single person, not only to protect you but also to make sure none of his rivals followed him.

- you don't really worry about some other man that tries stealing you, you're with Jack Hanma, plus his appearance his terrifying for everyone who has a first look at him

-he pays close Attention to who's around you but now and then you manage to make him escape his precautions and play a bit with him, He's ready for some splashing too, but be careful he doesn't drown you-

- in a private pool, everything is different, you get cuddles,kisses and a lot of caressing all on your body

-most of the time he holds you on his lap facing him and his hands on your body

-it happens now and then too that you two get intimate

Katsumi Orochi

- welp, he clingy, worse than Baki

- it doesn't matter where you two are, he's with you, nonstop.

-when you leave the pool,when you go in, he would probably even follow you to the restroom when you wouldn't tell him to wait

- you also get a lot of caressing and kisses on the forehead,cheek or your lips

- you can play a bit with him too but most of the time he's too busy watching you

-he's not the type who worries if others look at you or like you, he trusts you and is very sure that you would never betray him

-beeing intimate in public isn't his type, he rather has it with you somewhere quiet and soft

Retsu Kaioh

- normal.

- for Retsu it doesn't matter where you go to swim,the main point is that you enjoy yourself, you feel good, the pool looks good and clean. he doesn't want you somewhere untidy or unsanitary...the smallest spot is already a sign for him not to let you in

-he let's you swim and go wherever you want, only when you ask or tell him to, he follows you, if you don't he just stays and waits for you

-whenever you go swimming together, he also makes sure that there's Always a café or Restaurant near by so he can get you something when you need it

Kaoru Hanayama

- pfffff, as if he let's you in a public swimming pool. big nope.

-you tried it two times with him, the first one didn't last long because he weared one of these professional swim suite, the other time because a other man caught his eyes on you and... let's say, it didn't end good for him

- he's not such a big fan of natural pools, so there's only one option left

-when you want to go swimming with Hanayama, you always have to tell him a few days earlier, not only because of his job and gang, but also to give him time to rent the entire fucking building.

-you're not Always a fan for it but you let him, it might change when he doesn't let you out on the street anymore-

-when you go swimming, the building.is.empty. the only humans you see is the personal and his gang, they stand at every door, at every large window, just everywhere.

-but It's quiete funny, most of the pools aren't deep enough so every time you swim you just see yourself swimming to some big tree or stone that's too big to get completly covered by the water

-you often tried challenging him to see who's faster, what a big mistake. you didn't even manage to push yourself off the edge and you saw him already at the other side

- besides the fun moments you also have your carring and loving time with him. every time he leans on the side of the pool he pulls you close, either on his lap or he pins you against the edge of the pool

- he has his hands always on your body and his lips on yours, your neck or chest, his eyes always looking at you

-when you see the guards leave,after a sign you probably will never find out, you know what's going to happen, I only say intimate time

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callofdudes · 7 months

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hi dude. I came with a new idea! How do Ghost, Konig, Roach, and Alex react to the reader doing the belly dance? It's like they saw it by chance. But it's not a vigorous oriental dance, Rather as if the reader is dancing lightly, in a white silk and long ankle-length oriental skirt, gracefully draping her waist from side to side.

It will be neither too long nor too short, can you write headcanons please?

Have a nice day 🌊

Here ya go @greenkiki sorry it took me so long 😅😅

König 🐙

Would either run away in terror at what he just saw thinking seeing something like that was completely illegal. Or he'd be dragged in and just sit there watching you with awe.

No in between.

He's just drawn into the way the skirt moves and your hips and how everything just flows together. It's amazing to him.

Belly dancing isn't terribly popular in Germany or Austria so it's one of the first times he's actually seen it in person. If he'd ever seen it at all.

He was surprised to learn you weren't in pain shifting your hips like that, even when it was slow.

He's a bit of a poetic and you can't tell me otherwise. This man has metaphors left and right for the way you dance and flow around like the breeze or the ocean. The way you look so calm and happy while you do so.

When you do show him fast, competitive belly dancing you scare him.

"See, it's like this. It's really easy-"

"Oh my gosh your hips- stop it stop! You'll break something!"

You laugh and keep doing it as König tries not to look but also looks because how can he not??

It's slightly horrifying, but in a good way. The way you can move like that is hypnotic and almost ensnares him into feeling his heart beat out of his chest while watching you.

But he definitely wants to keep watching. And you do. He's so drawn he'll sit on your bed and just watch you as you practice. Slow rhythmic dances. It really is... Amazing.

He absolutely loves watching you. I mean, he's just genuinely and purely infatuated with it.

And he's probably too nervous to ever speak it, but there is a tiny part of him, a part inside him that doesn't just want to sit there and watch you.

He wants to touch you, to feel the skirt on your waist and his hands on your warm hips as you dance around in his arms. Geez... this has unlocked new things inside him.

Roach 🪳

I bring you the world's best hype man. He'll clap and smile at you, his eyes twinkling and you can see his eyes scrunching a little.

When he first sees you, he's quiet enough that he can watch from the crack in your door. He is also intrigued, and just watching you. It's so interesting and it looks fun. He watches the way your hips move and how you look so happy and in the zone, it's pretty. Very pretty.

And in common Roach fashion if you're wearing a skirt with the little beads and shiny reflective disks, he's all over that. We been knew.

After you're finished the song Roach will burst into your room with happy clapping and some bsl clapping as well, bouncing around and looking at the outfit up close before you can even register the man is in your room.

"Roach?? Hey buddy, what- what did you see??" You were a little flustered he found you like that but Roach is all smiles. He flicks the little beads and feels how soft the skirt is.

And how you moved. Twirling his finger ad to excitedly ask you to do it again.

And he sits on your bed and watches you as you do. It's just so cool, and pretty.

"Do you like it?? When I do this?"

He nods, pointing to your belly button and poking it, making you blush again. "Well, thank you buddy."

He's hype man. Anywhere and everywhere, hype man. You must share these talents with the world.

He is always trying to get you to show him, to see if you can do it in regular clothes or your military gear. One time after a victory, he even tried to do some dance moves himself.

As you can imagine it didn't look that great. But he tried!

He's baby, but remember, even baby has a few secret thoughts of his own that he's... storing for later.

Ghost 💀

In the spirit of sharing your talents with the world, Roach has dragged you to his best friend in the whole world, who also shall appreciate your talents.

You're a little embarrassed to say the least when Ghost raises an eyebrow as Roach gets him to sit and points to you. In your outfit. Roach just... purely wants to share what you can do, and that is what truly makes your cheeks heat up.

And so you do, a little dance with some music on. Ghost acts completely disinterested, he doesn't look like he cares. There is a part of him that wants to reach out and touch those hips. A small inkling inside of him that wants to be behind you, to hold you and let you guide him around while you do... whatever heavenly thing you're doing right now.

There is nothing innocent about it. Roach wants to show him this and doesn't expect Ghost to take it in a whole new light.

After the fact he does run into you one time in your room when you're dancing. He can't help himself slipping into your room and running his hands just briefly, the tips of his gloved fingers over your skin.

"You are one intriguing gal, aren't you?"

You blush, your movements still, but Ghost gives you enough room to continue.

"Think you can teach me?"

"I think I possibly could."

Yeah, this man isn't going back. Sorry but there is new brain chemistry for him to consider. Especially since he's genuinely never seen a dance like this. In his entire life. Which is probably one of the reasons he's so attracted to it.

But hey, let's be honest, if it was anyone else, he'd still walk away.

Alex 🦿

Saw it but chance, and from every incident now on, sees it by choice 😤

Look at him, innocent man, walking to the barracks all alone when he hears this music. The music he's never heard coming from your room. Interesting, the song is kind of catchy. He was going to ask you about it when he approached your room and saw you.

Oh.

He's not disrespectful but can you get any more beautiful?? He was barely hanging on to his resolve for these missions by threads and now there is nothing.

You look absolutely stunning. Genuinely how you move is beautiful and you look to be enjoying yourself a lot.

He doesn't have the courage to approach you, but he just stands there, watching you. He can't take his eyes off you.

Until the song stops and you turn around for some water, only to notice him... now to you it looks creepy because you can only see one half of his face.

"Alex?? What... are you doing there??"

"Huh? Me, I wasn't standing. Doing nothing. Nuh uh."

You scoff lightly. "I mean... you can come in, if You're not going to be weird about it."

"Me?? Weird??" He's already in your room with the permission. Sitting on your bed and getting comfy. "I am never weird..."

Ah, those next 30 minutes of watching you dance and be in your happy place is a blessing for him.

You're beautiful to him. He just absolutely loves the way you move, the way your body shifts. And he was a fool to think that he'd discovered everything there was to you.

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lucyandthepen · 9 months

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last eden - i . | lmh

part i, ii, iii

only one thing has ever mattered to you, in this lifetime, and in all others : mark lee — even if he doesn't know yet, and even if he may never remember.

pairing: mark x reader verse: canon/idol!verse, soulmates trope rating: T warnings: none, possibly some mild language, like... one very tame mention of making love ig word count: 4.3k

A/N: yeah i have a lot of these fics that i'm repurposing that i desperately want to post so i can continue them so please look the other way at my random over enthusiasm i beg !! my only long-standing mark fic is actually gorgeous, and while we do love a good raunchy piece, i love mark way too much to keep it to just that. this was my first ever fic on my old blog, and i'm quite attached to the idea despite the fact that it's actually very difficult for me to write. i changed the name because i actually love this song by maktub (anything he puts out is gold to me), which i think generally fits the vibe of the story, so give it a listen if you're interested! so i hope you all enjoy this idol!verse soulmates fic! (help a gal out by reblogging, liking, and leaving a few kind words if you're so inclined!)

“This isn’t really your best idea.”

You know this. You’re fully aware of the possible and endless risks as well as the minimal benefits. But you have to go. The thing that Heehyeon, your roommate, doesn’t fully understand is that this could be your one and only shot, and it could mean life or death. And you know that sounds pretty dramatic, but it really is. you don’t really have all the details (when, where, how, the important stuff) but that doesn’t matter to you right now.

What really matters is that today is NCT’s comeback stage at M! Countdown, and you have to be there.

Unfortunately, this isn’t one of those things you have to go to because your a die-hard fan and you just have to support the group and do all those fan chants and lie to your mom about going to the library when you’re really staying over outside a company building for hours just to wave those silly, expensive light sticks that look like they came out of the factory a bit funny. Sure, NCT’s music was nice (enough), but that isn’t really the reason why you told your mom not to come over this weekend because you would be out on a company team building retreat (as if they actually do that). More than anything, you knew you had to take this chance to see him.

When you don’t respond, Heehyeon presses on with a firmer tone, as if she’s determined to convince you even though you both know nothing is really going to stop you at this point.

“Listen to me, _____________. You are going to a tightly-packed music show with at least a hundred other fans, and you are going to stand in the middle of that dense crowd and — and what? Stare up at him. That’s it. He’s not going to see you; that stage is so high up he’ll probably only catch a look at your forehead, and that’s if you make it up front. And since we both know you’re neither the tallest nor the luckiest person in the world, you know the odds are against you. You’re probably going to get pushed to the back, or stampeded, and it’s going to be messy, and you’re going to push, and they’re going to push you back, and your make-up is going to fall apart, or whatever. Is this really worth it?”

“I told you,” you try to sound patient, but the idea of being buffeted away from the stage by a large wave of sweaty bodies causes more discomfort than you had originally anticipated thanks to her colorful and supremely unhelpful description. “If being near the stage doesn’t work out, I’ll wait out back, near the exit, and —“

“Oh yeah, and ambush him. Because you’ll be the only one there, and because that’s totally safe.” She drops the slightly (well, pretty) judgmental tone when she sees your bottom lip quiver. “I’m not… I’m not saying you shouldn’t try to reach out to him. But this doesn’t sound like the best way, _____________. Security is so tight there, and NCT’s security is even more wary. Even if you do manage to get close, what in the world are you going to say?”

“I— I’ll figure it out once I’m there.” You purse your lips; surely I love you; we’re meant to be together wouldn’t be that hard on your end, but the more important question is: did it sound sane? You didn’t express this doubt, though. Doing so would give your roommate more ammunition to turn back at you; you’d play it by ear when you actually got around to making eye contact with him (if that ever happened at all). And — well, maybe you wouldn’t have to say anything. Maybe, just maybe, this time, he’d remember you.

At that thought, you feel an initial wave of laughter, closely followed by a second, much more painful wave of nausea. Of all the absurd things you could think of, that was probably the most ridiculous.

“This isn’t a good idea,” she recapitulates, shaking her head. “You know what they do to people who stalk idols and say they’re really going to get married to them, or whatever. You know what they’d call you.”

“But I’m not crazy like that,” you argue.

“I know that, but they don’t know anything about you! You’d be labeled a sasaeng. They’ll probably think you’re one of those girls that sneak into their dorms and sniff their underwear before selling them on the dark side of Taobao through a weird Chinese proxy or something.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” You ball your fists at your side, feeling a little betrayed. Heehyeon, of all people, should be able to understand why you had to do this, even if it was ludicrous. She had remembered you, reached out to you before you could even place her. She’d heard your story, understood that you had been waiting years for this moment, even stopped you on other occasions when you were about to do the same thing you were planning now, saying it wasn’t the right time. “I don’t have any other way of contacting him. I don’t even know if this is going to work, but you know I have to try, and I feel like this is the right time. I have to see him. I have to — I have to be with him. I don’t need your blessing to go, you know.”

There’s a palpable tension hanging over you now, and Heehyeon’s expression has gone mostly unreadable, save for that twinge of worry still present in her gaze. The soft sound of regular, heavy exhales punctuate every few seconds that pass, and you realize a little later that it’s your breathing, which has turned a bit heavy from the energy spent sort-of yelling at your roommate.

“I know that,” she finally sighs. “I know that, _____________. I just wish you used a different way. Like, a safer, less crazy one.”

“I would use one if there were one.” You frown. “I’m not going to do anything stupid, like attack him. I would never do that.”

She doesn’t say much anymore, opting to watch you instead as you stuff a few more essential things in your bag. A hat. A fan. a bottle of water. Heehyeon had tried to coerce you to buy one of those cheering kits with those slogans, but you didn’t want to waste your money on it, and, truthfully, you didn’t want his name hanging on your walls like some sick reminder in case he rejected you.

“What did you tell your manager?” She asks in a clear attempt to lighten the mood.

“I told her I was sick. You know she never really asks as long as I find someone to substitute for me,” you sling your bag over your shoulder, standing straighter. “How do I look?”

“Pretty damn healthy,” she notes. “But also kind of crazy.”

“I’ll see you tonight, Heehyeon,” you roll your eyes as you make your way out of the room. Before you close the door, she makes one last quick remark.

“Not if I see you on the evening news first!”

You have to take two buses to get to Sangamsan-ro. Even though the traffic is generally mild, the buses make too many stops and wait too long for old ladies with their fruit baskets and newspapers to get on. The wait is making you anxious, and you think about getting an orange to abate your growing hunger, but you’re also so nervous that you’re sure you’re going to spew it all out onto the bus floor anyway. So, you content yourself with listening to music and fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

All you have in your phone is NCT’s music. The files were so large that you’d had to delete everything else you used to listen to and a handful of pictures too (mostly selfies that would have never seen the light of day, anyway) just to get them to fit. You used to only listen to the Korean versions, but you’d found all these little nuances in how Mark raps his lines depending on the language, so you’d started listening to the English and Japanese releases too, even though you can’t understand a lick of anything but ‘baby.’ Most of the time, you skip over to the relevant (see: Mark-filled) parts, already having memorized their timestamps to a kind of sick degree.

It was kind of dumb, and sort of selfish, but you had never really identified yourself as an NCT fan anyway. If you had been an active part of the groups following, people would have probably called you an akgae. You were really only concerned with one member, and it was that member’s voice that filled your ears when you’d plugged your earbuds in and put the volume up.

The first time you’d seen him was in your last year of college. One of your college friends had asked you to accompany them to a Nature Republic outlet downtown. Despite your general lack of interest in make-up at that point in time, you’d gone because she’d promised to buy you a corndog. What you’d gotten instead was a large standee of a handsome guy smiling at you and holding out a pot of aloe vera gel.

You knew his eyes. Even though his features changed a million times in your memory, you could never mistake his eyes for anyone else’s — soft, warm, brown eyes that you’d stared into for truly an eternity. His were eyes you could never forget, were never allowed to forget. You could remember the millions of times they’d smiled up at you in those past lives you were haunted with, twinkled with mischief and laughter in your presence, borne deep into yours on hot summer nights as you made love. Of all the uncertain things in all of the lives you remembered living, these eyes acted as your anchor.

You’d almost forgotten you were there with a friend until she’d called out to you, telling you to step inside the shop. Trying to sound disinterested despite the fact that your heart was pounding, you asked who the guy in the standee was. Mark, she’d called him. Mark of NCT. He was an idol, a rapper in one of those up and coming groups that was starting to gain a lot of attention within the general public because of their ‘cool, chic concepts.’ At that information, your heart had fallen into a pool of acid in your stomach.

Other times were hard, but not this hard. Most of the factors that had kept you or torn you apart were much larger in scale — war, famine, other natural disasters. This, out of all the other times, seemed to be the most difficult; he wasn’t an ordinary man anymore, but a god among men — a god you couldn’t be allowed to approach. You had ditched your friend the moment she’d gotten her change back at the counter, citing a sudden time of the month as the root cause, and dashed out and back to school, sparing only one last glance at the standee.

You’d been waiting for him for years, carefully looking for any sign of him in the people around you, but you had grown tired and had come to believe that maybe, in this life, you had been set free — that he didn’t exist, and the curse would be over. However, as you pored over each and every teaser, music video, advertisement, and blurry, noise-heavy radio interview you could find even a sliver of his face in, you realized that the curse had come back, and in a much larger force than you could ever imagine.

You’d stared at your desk for the longest time that day; the sun had dipped out of sight already when you’d sighed yourself out of your trance. It had never been this difficult. Having the Memory was mostly the worst thing ever, but its usual perk was that you could pick him out a little easier, and he was never too far away — nobody you ever knew in your first life ever was. They just kept coming up again and again, running around in little circles throughout time and space, and you recognized them in a way you’ve come to grow familiar with. It’s a tug, sort of like a tickle in your stomach, and you knew then that he was close by. The signal only stopped when you found him, and it usually wasn’t that hard. From there, you were responsible for weaving the same kind of story — one in which you would fall in love, be happy for a period of time, and then… well.

Heehyeon has the Memory, too. She’d remembered you from a previous life, too, and picked you out of a packed line at a coffee shop, striking up one of the most awkward conversations you’d ever had the displeasure of being a part of because she hadn’t been sure if you remembered her. It was only when she mentioned that you seemed like someone she could be good friends with and that you also seemed like you just happened to like your coffee black with two sugars did you realize that her sudden onslaught of friendliness was a sign she might be like you: unable to forget. She’d actually once asked you if you’d tried just letting him go, and you’d responded with a resolute no. At this point, it was too hard to call him a lost cause, even if he really seemed it. How could you stop loving someone you know you’ve loved for millennia?

He’s extremely handsome in this life, you’ve noted. Girls were falling all over him, which only made things ten times harder. A couple of years back, some rumors of him dating a labelmate had come up. Heehyeon had talked you through that long night of you clutching tissues in a fist and sobbing about how you didn’t want this anymore, how it was never fair, how every single time you had to find him was just growing more and more difficult until it seemed to reach an impossible arc. But, mostly, you’d cried because you hated the possibility — probably the confirmation — that he didn’t remember you at all.

You didn’t really expect him to, but you always hoped. Every life, you would approach him, and he would be a clean slate. It was a tiring process, one you wished you weren’t constantly responsible for. Some days, you resented him; how could he live his life carefree, without even the notion that you two were meant to be together? Most days, though, you just longed for him. Him, and a happy ending.

You let out a sigh as the track changes. His voice greets you again; over time, you’ve noticed it sounding even cooler, more impactful. He’s doing well for himself. And here you are, attempting to make yourself stand out in a pool of fans he probably can’t even see clearly. Nice.

You get to listen to about half of the newly released album before you realize you’re nearing your stop. Sidestepping a couple of baskets of oranges, you make it to the door and dash out. Heehyeon had drawn you a crude map to CJ E&M, and you’d been skeptical of it at first, but you realize now you would have gotten lost and missed the stage long before you got there if you had gone in blind. You’d make sure to thank her when you got back. If you did actually come back in one piece.

Heehyeon also hadn’t been joking; the line outside looks like it would fill a whole section of Jamsil. You’d heard of the dedication of some of these fans, but you’d never seen it like this, nor had you ever actually been a part of it. Kids were really up at three in the morning in support of NCT. Many of them are probably here specifically in support of Mark, you think. Sure enough, the people you line up behind are holding holographic slogans with the print “Mark-yah!” You swallow hard, trying not to regret your decision not to partake in that.

It feels like hours before you get even close to the door of the building. The chatter has died down a little, but not by much; even with less people ahead of you, the noise pollution increases in tandem with the excitement in the atmosphere. You’re not excited, though. You’re sick to your stomach, wishing you hadn’t come alone and wondering if you were going to regret this. Probably. Luckily, a couple of teenagers behind you strike up a casual conversation starting with “ah, it’s getting more humid now,” and you take turns complaining about what the weather would probably be like later on in the day before you start talking about NCT. They’re both Jaehyun fans, and you think about whether or not you remember meeting him in a past life. Nothing really rings a bell.

When you tell them you’re here for Mark, they giggle.

“We know,” they chime. “You’re wearing blue.”

“It’s his favorite color,” you say, a little defensively.

“Everyone knows that. Everyone here wearing that ocean blue is a Mark fan. Didn’t he say so once?” They dissolve into laughter again, but you say nothing. Maybe he had said that recently. Then again, his favorite color has always been blue — the color of the sky and the sea he seems to love so much.

The line grows shorter and shorter, and your ankles feel like they’re starting to swell. You’ve been standing for a good two hours now, and you regret not having bought one of those NCT membership cards that get you up to the front of the line. It’s really no surprise that you, the two Jaehyun fans, and the others in the line behind you are all squished in the back, just like Heehyeon had said you would be. It takes a good twenty minutes before the lights dim down and the stage lights start up, and you hear the buzz that increases in volume right before it becomes a collective deafening shriek from the crowd. The light sticks go up, and you’re momentarily blinded by the large stars that blink NCT in some weird logo form before you get your bearings again. By that time, the members have begun trooping onto the stage in a single file, and you forget your swollen ankles as you tiptoe and crane your head for a better view.

He’s there, your mind screams. He’s right there. You’ve got a whole crowd in front of you, but he’s right there.

The Jaehyun fans are losing their mind too; he’s talking, asking them how they found the album and encouraging them to keep supporting it. Typical idol stuff, you assume, but the fans go wild in an attempt to reassure him that they will. They all speak in a line, and you note Mark will be last. When the mic is handed over to him, the fans start screaming again. You feel like you want to yell as well, except you’re not sure if you’ll say something actually coherent that other people will hear. Instead, you tiptoe a little higher, fixing your pretty bad eyesight on his face and perking your ears up.

“You’re all here so early,” he starts. “How long have you been waiting for us?”

A flurry of numbers fly across the room. He smiles in this genuinely affectionate way even though his eyes can’t focus on a single person in the dark, and your heart stutters at the sight.

“Do your mothers know you’re here?” He’s teasing now. “You can’t tell them that NCT is the reason you’re not sleeping well, you know. Everyone, make sure that you eat breakfast and rest well before school today, okay?”

While the crowd screams in response, you let out a little whimper. It’s a weak, pathetic sound, but it essentially sums up how you feel, seeing him like this from so far away.

The pre-recording starts, but you barely catch anything. You’re too small for this kind of life, and you get so tired of tiptoeing that you actually do try to push your way through the crowd. Of course, this is fruitless, and you end up squatting by the back wall of the room, sipping on your water conservatively and listening to the Jaehyun fans do the chant religiously.

NCT performs the song two more times before they’re saying their goodbyes. You muster up the energy to stand again and make a beeline for the exit before everyone else can smash their way through. The sun is almost up now; beads of sweat form on the nape of your neck as you round the building, trying to find the indicated spot that Heehyeon had marked as the back exit of CJ E&M. You worry about how you’re in the wrong place for about ten minutes until you see the two Jaehyun fans turning the corner quickly, obviously with the same goal as you: to catch NCT as they leave the building.

In no time, the fans have gathered at the spot again, and it seems like they’ve multiplied tenfold; the chants are louder and there are girls with gigantic cameras trying to shove you away from the spot. Security from the company camps out in front of you, their gazes shifting from the door to the crowd and back again.

People around you roar the moment the doorknob turns. Nine of them file out, now in regular clothing, surrounded by their own security. You feel a surge of force behind you, trying to push forward, and someone’s camera lens hits you hard in the side of the face. You barely have time to cry out in surprise, caught in what would have been a scream of pain, when you see him.

In the growing light, Mark looks like a king. No — like a god, actually. Everything on his face shines even when minimal sunlight strikes it; his teeth help, too, brightening his face as his mouth hangs open in an easy laugh. He’s talking to Doyoung and has to face him, his sharp jawline being the first thing anyone can see from that perspective, and it’s that angle that creates all these alarms in your head.

For some reason, you’ve blocked out the noise around you. Even the pain from the camera lens attack isn’t bothering you as much anymore; you feel like you’re in an aquarium, and all the screams are on the other side of the glass. Your vision tunnels; all you can see is him.

You’d promised Heehyeon you wouldn’t do anything stupid. Again and again, she’d asked you and drilled you and reminded you that you weren’t supposed to do anything that would get you into trouble. Even with those promises you’d made, she’d still doubted you. Later, when you’d tell her this story, she’d roll her eyes and yell I told you so!, because, well, she did tell you. And, when you’d look at it in retrospect, you’d see that you should have listened.

Right now, though, you’re walking. Somehow, the camera lens that had attacked you had turned its gaze onto much more important targets; the guard stationed in front of you grunted in pain and reflexively retracted his hand after the lens made contact with it. It wasn’t a long movement, but it was enough for you to be pushed forward by the crowd. Enough to get your feet moving.

Other fans had stopped trying to break through; though many were still hysterical, most were trying to take pictures of the members as they climbed into the van. One by one, they were disappearing before your eyes. No, you thought to yourself. Your chest tightened. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you think that the noise behind you has gotten much louder. Not now. He hasn’t seen me yet. Not yet, please.

You don’t realize that your feet have picked up the pace, and you’ve broken into a short sprint before the building security could catch you. It’s too late; he can’t leave his post, and he only has to hope that NCT’s staff are well-equipped to fend off a running girl. They are, but they’re too busy helping the members that they’re caught unaware — just long enough for you to be within an arm’s reach of them.

Mark is almost in the van; he’s caught off-guard, too, and he doesn’t realize that something’s not right until you’re already there. Security grabs his arm and tries to tug him out of your reach and into the van at the same time that a strong hand grapples at the back of your shirt. Doyoung, who had been by Mark’s side, tries to use his arms to shield you from his friend when he realizes who you are targeting, yelling out something you can’t really understand.

It’s a ten-second long struggle of limbs in which you hear your own “Let go of me!” harmonize perfectly with Mark’s frantic “What the —?” Somehow, though, you’re able to fight through Doyoung’s arms and grip Mark’s wrist with a sweaty palm. The contact causes him to turn back reflexively, eyes wide in shock.

His eyes. God, please, won’t he recognize me? Your fingers close around his wrist a little more tightly. Your mouth is dry, and your throat is on fire. You’re wasting precious time. You only manage out a weak, “Please, Mark, it’s me,” before he’s twisting his wrist away. The arm that gripped your shirt moves to lock around your waist, and you’re hauled, empty-handed, away from the van. Awareness you’d lost slowly trickles back into you. The crowd isn’t screaming at the members now; they’re screaming at you. They’re angry. As you’re dragged away, you vaguely note that the Jaehyun fans you were with are fuming behind the security guards still keeping them in place.

The security guard that carried you off like a rag doll plants you in front of him, and he lets go of your waist but still keeps his grip tight around both your forearms, which have been twisted behind you. You have no choice but to watch from afar as the members drag Mark into the van, looks of concern etched across their faces. They ask him if he’s hurt, and he shakes his head. Right before the door closes, he quickly glances back at you. Your heart sinks for the second time today as you see something in his eyes you’d never seen before.

Fear. Mark is afraid of you.

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ao3commentoftheday · 5 months

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It probably is going to sound very contradictory, but I had to say it because your blog is the only place I can say it out loud.

I've been writing for years and I don't crave for popularity or attention for what I write. Too much attention whether it's good or bad makes me uncomfortable. Still I want my work to be recognized a little bit more because for all the hard work and tears that goes in the writing ends up being rewarded with a terribly lukewarm response, which is disheartening. I've always written for the smaller fandoms where you could count readers and writers on your fingers, but then I got into a big fandom, and it took me a long time to gather the courage to post something because the debate about the characters going ooc is too always a valid one. For my 10 chapter fic I only have 50 something kudos and a handful of comments, 3 of whom are my friends who read every chapter and kudo'd as guests. I know the stats shouldn't matter, but after investing myself into the story and the characters, getting negligible response is hurtful. I've even gotten some hate and rude comments from some people.

Now, I'm not the kind of person who feels insecure about their writing, so I don't think someone not reading my stories is because something is wrong with me or my work. But then I read other fics where writers added the note that this was the first fic in this fandom and they have more readers even on their one shots. The numbers even go to 200-400 kudos and many, many comments.

I don't know how to stop feeling this way or what to do to let go of these contradictory feelings where I neither want too much attention nor do I want my work to have almost zero readers in the fandom. But I'm quite shameless (determined?) so I'll still write what I am writing even if it's just one reader reading it. Even then, the lack of readership will still be hurtful at the end of the day, no matter what I tell myself.

*hugs* I get it. I've been there. I probably still am there, if I'm honest, except I rarely post anything in public spaces these days.

What you're feeling isn't unreasonable and it's not contradictory because what you're feeling isn't about popularity or even readership when it comes right down to it. It's not about numbers. It's about an acknowledgement of the effort that you've put in.

You've worked hard and you want that to be recognized. If you did that in the workplace, your boss or coworker would tell you you'd done a great job. If you did that at home, your family or roommate would thank you for the work you'd put into making that home look nice or making a meal to feed everyone.

In online spaces, however, the only way to get that recognition is through popularity. Either that, or through an established community. Right now, you have a few friends who you can rely on to read your work and respond to it. But right now, it also seems like that isn't enough in some way. Again, that's totally fair and understandable.

For me, that happened when I was putting more energy into my fic than I actually had available to me. I was working 60 hour weeks at two jobs and under a lot of personal stress, and fic was my escape so I wrote and posted a lot of it. But writing still takes effort, and it still takes time, and there's a huge emotional component to all of the work you put in, and when your time and your energy are low and your emotions are already a bit fraught... When you're pouring out of a nearly empty cup, you really need someone to come by with a refill.

I don't really have much in the way of advice here. What I did was stop posting publicly and just start writing with my bestie in a private RP discord server. That's not a solution that's going to work for everyone. What I will say is, figure out what it is that you need and then figure out a way to get it. Whether you can get it online, whether you can get it on AO3 is going to be up to you.

#asks and answers

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merakiui · 11 months

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Oooh now that we are talking about mangakas, what about a TWST boy who writes novels under a pseudonym. They are essentially erotic thrillers and your friends always joke that the main love interest is very similar to you. Of course, there’s lots of people who live alone in a dingy apartment and work as a barista, but the similarities don’t stop there. The love interest has a similar personality and appearance with you. (1/2)

(2/2) what is most eerie is that they share a particular mark on your skin that ppl wouldn’t see when you have your clothes on, your preferred sleeping position, even the exact type of laundry detergent you use. Sometimes you wonder if all of this is truly just a weird coincidence…Also! I’ve sent so many concepts and asks recently (I think some might have gotten eaten by tumblr 😞) so could I be 🌸anon? (If there isn’t one already)

Oh no, I just checked to it anon list and there already is a 🌸 anon 😞 Hmmm, could I be Amethyst anon instead?

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OOOOO THIS CONCEPT WITH ROLLO........ imagine he's taken a dozen pictures of you so that he can better describe you in his novels. Memory isn't nearly as helpful as photographs. They're all pinned on a board above his desk, each one taken at various times and days. Sometimes you're fully clothed and sitting on a park bench reading. Other times you're making the commute home from your barista job. A lot of the photos are taken at covert angles, and some of them even depict you naked or getting dressed. Rollo treasures these the most. Not only do they help him write better sex scenes with you, they're also very nice to look at (and masturbate to, but that's neither here nor there).

Omg and maybe for his next upcoming novel he intends to kidnap you so he'll be able to better portray the dynamic between the kidnapper and the kidnapped. >:) aaaaaaa and he's so good at writing creepy, erotic thrillers. So many people enjoy his work, but Rollo's only doing it to sate his own desires so he won't act rashly or criminally. But it's so difficult to peer in on your life and not be part of it. :( he wants to touch you for real instead of penning such a desire on the page.

(And you may absolutely be amethyst anon!!! :D I look forward to seeing you in my inbox. <3 hopefully tumblr won't eat more of your asks and that they will always send through!!!)

#twisted chit chat #amethyst anon #yandere twst #creepy stalker rollo <3 he's so gross i love him

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Slav! You've been to a lot of shows, do you have any advice for how early we should queue up for the show if we want to be in the front? ie how many hours before doors, in your experience?

I usually come at around 9. Sometimes there are plenty of people there already, sometimes just a few, sometimes none. It really depends on the place/country, so it's hard to say. The worst spot I had in the pit was the second row, so not bad by any standards.

If you plan on queueing for a long time, PLEASE drink water and eat something throughout the day!!! If possible something filling. No alcohol. It can get very hot inside the venue (or outside if it's summer) and if you're dehydrated and hungry, there's the risk you may faint and end up in the back. Having an energy gel/bar right before the show is a great booster, but make sure you can bring them inside cause not all venues allow food items.

Also, keep in mind that some people are selfish cunts. There are people who will do anything to get to the first row, they will push, they will shove, they will cut in line, or simply just run faster than you. Queueing etiquette is nice in theory, in practice people are very selfish. This isn't anything new - I've seen comments blaming new fans, which I think are greatly exaggerated. I think it's due to this weird old sentiment that Ghost fans are like a big family and it's all peace and love and good times, which always made me roll my eyes cause that's not really my experience neither now nor in the past, but whatever. Yes, vast majority of the people ARE cool and there to have a good time, but don't ever let your guard down cause there can be that *one* person out of a hundred that will ruin someone's day. It's dog-eat-dog world out there once the gates open. These are very big shows. So be aware of your surroundings, look out for yourselves and others too if possible, and if you see any shady behavior (pushing, fighting, drunk people, inappropriate touching) don't be afraid to let security know.

I realize all this sounds very doomy 💀 So I'd like to emphasise that what I described above is *not* the norm at every show (all my experiences have been mostly positive), but it *can* happen, therefore be cautious and make your safety and safety of others the priority!

Oh and bring earplugs! Seriously. The sound is a lot clearer, the bass doesn't hurt, and you're saving your ears. Tinnitus is no joke. Even cheap ones are better than none, but if you're going to a lot of shows it's worth splurging on something made specifically for concerts.

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Since I met you { Chapter 3}

masterlist ! pairing: Sam Claflin x oc!reader

SUMMARY : When a student meets a famous actor, what can happen? They fall in love, they don't care what the world says about them, they swear their love and that they will be next to each other regardless of the situation.

The story follows the beginning and formation of the love story of Sam and Andrea.

GENRE: fluff, love at first sight

The road to his house is not silent, after I left where I live, it didn't take long for him to take me in his arms and kiss me on the forehead, he is the first to break the silence.

"I didn't think you had such a protective roommate, you behave like two sisters and this is really nice." he says and looks at me smiling

"I know, she is like a younger sister to me, she is what she is, but if you know her, she is a good person. " I tell him and get even closer to him.

"You're right, but let's stop talking about her or her boyfriend, now that we're both together we can talk about everything we want, get to know each other better. Don't worry, I'm not the kind of guy who sleeps with a girl on the first date. " He tells me and pulls me so close to him that I was on his chest.

We stopped in place, I turned to face him and put my hands around his neck and he puts one hand on my cheek and the other on my hip and when I look into his eyes, I see that a sparkle that illuminates his green eyes, the same sparkle that he had the first time we met.

"Sam, you should have known that I don't believe this about you, you are not like other people, you are special and I promised you that I trust you. Do you trust me?" I tell him and play with the hair on the back of my neck and continue to look into his eyes, waiting for the answer of the person who makes me smile from small things.

"It's normal that I trust you, you have a different personality from other people, I've never met someone so simple. Other girls would have realized who I am and would have used me, but you showed me that regardless of who I am and what I do, you will treat me like an ordinary person and I thank you for this ."

Upon hearing these words, I approach him and kiss him, as if our lips are two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. I don't care that I'm in the middle of the street or that people are looking at us, the only thing I care about is that this man makes me feel the most special on the whole planet. Sam breaks the kiss and when I open my eyes, I see him smiling and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"We don't have much to go, my apartment is right there." he tells me and points to a building neither too big nor too small, I could say that it is suitable.

He takes my hand and intertwines our fingers with each other and we head towards his apartment, when we arrive in front of the building he opens the door and leads me to the floor where he lives.

When I reached the door of the apartment, before opening it, he smiled at me and opened it, motioning for me to go in first, which I did. After I enter, I hear the door close and feel a pair of arms around my waist and feel Sam resting his head on my shoulder, the small gesture makes me smile, makes me feel safe.

"If you think it's something strange to say to me, excuse me but there's a little mess in the living room, I didn't have time to wipe everything that was there." he tells me and I return to his arms, smiling.

"It can't be that bad, you saw what I had on the bed and on the bedside table in my bedroom, they were full of books, magazines and my camera. Keep calm Sam, nothing will bother me." I tell him and take him in my arms.

When we enter the living room, I realize that Sam was not right, on the coffee table there were 2 stacks of books and some sheets that were taken out of a file. The living room was neither big nor small, it was perfect for him, on one of the walls it has a very large library and it was full of books.

"Sam, I don't understand why you told me it was a little messy, when there is nothing and I didn't think you had so many books, but I was wrong." I tell him and return to his arms, looking into his beautiful green eyes. I don't realize what I did, but I'm very lucky to have met Sam.

"I also said that because, while I was waiting for the food to cook, I worked on something and read something. And I decided to say that because you shouldn't believe other things, whether I'm careless or other things." he says and puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer to him.

I feel his breath on my cheek and his eyes hold my gaze, as if the world remains still and the most important thing is only Sam, I watch him lean towards me and capture my lips in a passionate kiss and I feel him take me slowly towards the couch, Sam ends the kiss and sits down on the couch, reaches out for my hand and suddenly puts me in his lap.

"You are very beautiful Andrea, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." he tells me and suddenly I blush and look away.

"Thank you and you are very handsome my dear Sam." I tell him and I decide to look into his eyes but after my gaze falls on his lips and I approach him and give him a small kiss, but he prolongs the kiss and we end up having a make out session.

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 1 year

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I DON'T LIKE YOU.....

Chapter-1

Pairing: Yandere gojo x Reader

Summary: You don't like gojo Satoru .....and you made it quite clear.

Warning ⚠️: Dark themes , Yandere theme, stalking.

You were Shoko's friend . You knew about gojo Satoru shoko told you about the man.

And you just decided that you don't like him. It's not unusual... you've always hated those Rich , good lookin' people who can get whatever they want from their birth . They do not have to suffer life problems, they do not have to cry for a toy , they do not have to ask for new clothes. They get anything they want just by touching it.

And you hated that because you couldn't.

But nevermind that it's not like you've actually met the guy or something .

Now a Little something about you. Well... you're not normal. You're neither a sorcerer nor a normal human. You can't see curses but you do see black smokey void instead . So you simply do not belong anywhere nor in the jujutsu world neither in the normal one .

But you've lived through it yet so that's not a problem.

Shoko is your best friend because she was the first person who believed you. Your mom thinks you're mental , your dad don't give a single shit , and other people who you've told ......they just want to send you to the mental hospital. You were tired of explaining people that you see black smokes sometimes but they don not believe. Shoko did . And here you were .

Standing infront of a cafe , you can make Shoko's figure but not the person she was sitting with . It was a man , sure. But his back was turned .

And like any best friend would think and do......you concluded that it was a date and decided to crash it.

Giggling evil you made your way in the cafe and stand behind the man's back and smirked at shoko.

"Well well i didn't thought my workaholic bestie would actually find a date~" you said giggling slightly but stopped at Shoko's unimpressed face .

Upon another one's appearance the man turned.....(and so was your life about too)

Snow white hairs, shiny lips , and oh those beautiful eyes that holds the ocean in them......you hate ocean.

The male smiled at you , a charming one . 'Fake'

You immediately thought. You know that fake, charming, and getting all the girls n boys smile . You have already mastered it. You smiled back. And did that eye thing to shoko.

"Well y/n i would've said it's nice to see you, but it's not -"

"ouch, my heart~"

"- this is gojo Satoru btw, gojo , this is y/n"

Shoko said um impressed.

Gojo turned to you and stand up , hold his hand out to shake hands with you . 'well damn that's tall' you yourself aren't short with the height of 5.6 you consider yourself tall and intimidating but this guy was a whole different case. "Hello y/n san~ it's very nice to meet you~".

You didn't took his hand . You'd not. You despise people like him .... everything's just so easy for them . " It's nice to meet you too, gojo-san, and i would prefer L/n San, if you would " you said with a cold tone.

Gojo seems shocked for a moment and retreated his hand back.

'hah , bitch really thought he had me swooning on the looks!'

You smirked victoriously in mind . "Y-yeah ofcourse,um I'm gojo Satoru and I'm a teacher!" He said recovering quick and smiled again.

"yeah i know you're a jujutsu teacher" he was shocked again. This girl was really putting him on time off. "I've heard a lot about you" you finished.

"All good i hope~" he said . "Hmm can't make any promises ~" you replied giving a smile of yours. You sure were giving gojo a hard time conversing .

"Ahem so...." Shoko started . "Oh yeah sorry I'll be going home i need to make dinner, bye shoko my love~" you said . "Ugh Don call me that" shoko said irritated but still smiled at your childish inact.

You got out the cafe and head for home walking with you groceries in hand.....well it was mostly instant noodles so....

"I'll head home too" gojo said and wore his jacked and cap.

You went your way walking and holding all you're things. Tap tap tap tap

'Huh' you thought and stopped right away . But you didn't dare look back. ' i heard footsteps and I'm sure of it . I'm not gonna neglect it thinking I'm paranoid ' you thought and continued to walk away planning to suddenly turn and found the stalker and you did turn away but there was no one there.

You huffed and locked your door not worrying anymore.

Though someone's else was worried, their heart was beating so loud in their chest because they were about to get caught following you.

' She's too smart, You intrigue me Y/N L/N' thought the sorcerer.

#yandere #yancore #dark #yandere gojo #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #yandere core #tw yandere

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atthebell · 4 months

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Why do you think Roier and Missa are easiest to understand? I found the same thing as someone who's just learning Spanish, and I wasnt sure if it was because I've watched so much Roier content that it influenced my ability to understand him, or if there's a deeper reason due to some regional accent differences being easier for non-native speakers to understand. I'm curious about your thoughts since you have really good insights into linguistics, but ignore this if it's too much for tumblr lol!

neither of them talk super fast, and imo their accents are fairly easy to understand-- for me, missa is easy to understand bc he's from the north and that region has accents i'm more familiar with, and roier's accent is somewhat neutral although obviously still clearly mexican and he uses a lot of slang. i think that also helps-- roier uses a lot of the same vocab, so if you're still learning spanish, you can pick up that slang and then understand quite a bit of what he's saying because he swears literally five times in a single sentence. they both speak pretty clearly and, additionally, i think most non-native spanish speakers, especially U.S. americans, are most familiar with mexican spanish rather than other dialects. so that's why someone like rubius or spreen is harder for nonnative speakers to understand, unless they're more familiar with spanish or argentine dialects specifically.

for me it's hard to parse bc i understand most of what they all say regardless since i've spoken spanish for so long, but i think rivers is just difficult because she speaks very fast. mariana is pretty easily to understand as well, there's just less for me to say about him tbh idr where he's from and i don't really have a hard time understanding him, i just watch him less than anyone else really.

for quackity, his accent is more noticeable, and his spanish is a little weirder, in that he is so bilingual and if you're not familiar with that way of speaking it can be hard to pick up what he's saying sometimes. this is partially why i wish there were a few more latino americans on the server so people get more familiar with that type of bilinguality-- i think quackity is in a unique position that he doesn't full share with other server members (aside from mouse, in that she is also a latino who lives in the states, although from a content perspective she doesn't do the same kind of bilingual split that q does nor does she stream in spanish), and i would be interested to see more of that kind of diasporic latino experience on the server. that's me rambling and doesn't have to do with accents i've just been thinking about it for a while and i think it would be cool. but yeah q phrases things funny sometimes because he's thinking of the english way of saying something or vice versa, and he is by far one of the most fluently bilingual members of the server, so it's an interesting dynamic for people watching him who aren't super familiar with spanish nor the kinds of calques and things that end up happening with bilingual speakers.

anyway back to your actual questions i do also think exposure does tip the scales lol most of us watch more roier than anyone else and esp for people just learning spanish, you're gonna understand him better than anyone else because of that. which is nice in some ways bc you learn a lot of slang but also if you're going to speak spanish in any kind of non-casual setting please do not talk like roier he is a fucking crazy person who swears so much it's actually unreal

#asks #anons #also this isnt me trying to label q as mexican american since he doesnt call himself that at all #just that he is a latino who lives (part-time) in the states so its a slightly different dynamic if that makes sense? idfk #labels are difficult im not trying to put any on q i just think that element of his life is important to acknowledge #when it comes to his bilingualism #also im not putting a value judgment on fluency levels its just very clear q is extremely fluent in both in a way most people aren't #sorry i have to give a billion caveats i dont want anyone to think im trying to be a dick or assume too much about ccs #and again im white us american and not latino myself #also unrelated to the rest of this but the funniest thing to me about qs accent in eng is how randomly he throws in east coast vowel change #like where did he get those. i need to know #anyway this is way more answer than was probably needed and i spent forever writing it #and now my nephew is here i have to go play with hotwheels

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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The Arcana HCs: M6 with an extroverted MC

Julian

Him too! This is great!

He already struggles with feeling like a burden to other people, so having a partner who is actually energized from being around him is amazing

He is well known through the whole South End, now he can introduce you to everyone

Even if making friends is tricky for you, it's not for him, your home always has visitors

One of his biggest struggles in seeking community has been his tendency to feel like an outsider

Knowing that he belongs with you helps get rid of that feeling, because you can build bridges with people when he feels like he can't

It's also a really nice change for you too, because people around the shop knew you before the plague and they haven't treated you the same since

Now you get to walk hand in hand with him every day, saying hello to almost every person you bump into

Asra

Things were a little tricky at first, because he is an introvert and deeply values his space

Especially when you had just been revived and they were your go to person for all of your needs

He was so dedicated to meeting all of those needs that it would contribute to his burnout, and that didn't help with his habit of running away from uncomfortable situations

Getting to journey through the realms together really helped, because you were able to spend enough time together to get back on the same page

Now they're a lot better about communicating when they want alone time

And when they do, you have a whole new group of friends to get to know, whether that be hanging out at the Palace or visiting the Rowdy Raven or getting to know Aisha and Salim

Most importantly, neither you nor Asra are trying to do things by yourselves anymore, so you know that whatever happens, you're not alone

Whatever you two got up to while he recharged, he will always be waiting back at the shop for you with a hot cup of tea and a thousand questions about your day

Nadia

She is very much an introvert, and it got a little perplexing at first when she would just ~disappear~ for a few hours with no warning

She's not stupid though, as soon as you commented on it she put two and two together

She could tell right away that you were an extrovert, and it's a quality that she admires in you

She sees your ability to be energized from social activity as a strength that she doesn't have, and she values that

She also likes her space when she needs it though

Now she leaves Chandra with you to send any messages you want to when she's taking her space

And hey, the palace is packed with people. If you want someone to hang out with all you have to do is walk down a hallway

It also gives you the chance to chat with any visiting family members, many of which are extroverted like you

They adore you, and you have more family now than you know what to do with

Muriel

You two are so good for each other

Normally he runs in the opposite direction of anything remotely social, but you two got to know each other under unusual circumstances

Your ability to connect him to other people is what pulled him out of survival mode, and his steadfastness in return is what gave you the confidence to grow

He's still very introverted though, and once a week or so he just needs to spend a day by himself

Here's the fun part: half of Vesuvia camped out in the woods with you for over a month.

Half of Vesuvia sees you as a wonderful friend

On days like that, you'll have breakfast together, and then he'll take off into the woods with Inanna and you'll saunter through town

You'll probably get pulled into any and every social activity happening that day

By the time the sun is setting he'll be meeting you at the edge of the woods to walk you back to the hut, because he loves you and he enjoys being around you

Portia

She is friends with every single person in the palace, and now that you're her special person, you are too

She's probably been told before that she's "too much" sometimes, so seeing the way you plunge right in to the community she works so hard for means the world to her

She carries joy with her wherever she goes, and now she has someone by her side who is only strengthened by that

Between her competence and your useful magic skills, you two become the palace power couple

Nadia quickly learns to make time for daily catch ups, if only to keep tabs on the insane amount of intelligence you both have on the palace's inner workings

It gets even better when you go on ambassador trips together, your job is literally to make friends with all the new people you meet

When you really just want to let loose, you two head down to the South End and pay a visit to Mazelinka and have Ilya stop by for a couple of drinks

Your face is going to hurt the next day from all the laughing

Lucio

You mean you're not going to shut him down every time he wants to plan a party?

Hell yes!

He already knows he loves you, but now he really knows

The best part is that the parties you plan together are better than anything he ever cooked up

He never developed very good interpersonal skills, so as much as he craved interaction he only received it from self-preserving underlings

You, on the other hand, have an incredible capacity to build bridges between him and the people around you

So the parties aren't as grossly excessive as they used to be, but the company is way way better, and that's what he really wanted all along

It also never ceases to amaze him that you genuinely like him for who he is, and don't have to struggle to stay around him

You two feed off of each other's energy, and that makes you an unstoppable duo

#the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana shitpost #the arcana game #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #muriel of the kokhuri #lucio morgasson

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