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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 8 months ago

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Met His Match. || Soap MacTavish (Collab)

A collab with @crashtestbunny.

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Words: 3.5K~ Pairing: Sex Fiend!Reader x One Night Stand!Soap CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, smut smut smut, dubcon elements, unprotected piv, oral sex (f!receiving), public handjob (m!receiving), overstimulation, bathroom sex, sadism, dom/sub, rough sex, sub John "Soap" MacTavish, forced ejaculation, semi-public sex, whining, light exhibitionism, power play, dry orgasm. other tags: you/your pronouns, afab!reader, dating app, hook-up, one night stand, mean reader, exhaustion, walk of shame summary: Johnny gets fucked. a/n: Inspired loosely by my "It's a Match!" fic... but so much fucking worse. P.S. Not beta-read, we die like soap.

Friday night. 6 PM.

You just got home from work and after making yourself a quick meal, you threw yourself on the couch.

Reaching for your phone you click on the Tinder icon on your home screen and immediately begin swiping away at the men that come across your screen.

You're not being too picky. Still a bit picky, but not too much. It doesn't matter that much what they look like... so much as what you feel once you see their picture.

You're not on this app for the romance, after all. No.

You're tired and frustrated from your week and all you want is to fuck a man. In fact, you want to fuck a man so hard he leaves your flat in the morning looking (and feeling) like a cheap whore.

You'll know what kind of man you're in the mood for when you see him.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

That's when a man with the biggest blue eyes you've ever seen comes across your screen. You stop the mindless swiping immediately and just stare at him.

You can already imagine the way those blue eyes would look up at you from between your thighs, and how much better his face will look when they're glassy and he's covered in sweat and drooling down his chin...

Oh yeah, he's what you're looking for alright.

So, you scroll down to read what his bio has to say.

If that bio is anything to go off of, he's also looking for something casual. After all, he mentions fingering and being ridden in the same paragraph. Perfect.

You Swipe Right on him and your phone immediately buzzes, announcing that you matched. Sweet.

Johnny texts you first. How... cute.

Johnny: hi beautiful x Johnny: how are you doing?

Oh, sweet summer child... what does he think this is? Small talk that'll lead onto a date?

You: doing good. You: how's your night looking?

It takes a minute before his reply comes.

Johnny: very free Johnny: wanna hook up?

There we go, Johnny-boy. That's the spirit.

You: would love that You: do you know that one bar around the corner from the post office? Johnny: of course You: meet there in an hour? Johnny: i'll be there Johnny: i'll be wearing blue

You can't help but chuckle... he won't be wearing much of anything soon enough.

Finding him at the bar is extremely easy because the bar is not packed, albeit still pretty busy. But that's not why you picked it. You picked it because it's only a short car ride from your flat.

Johnny is leaning on the bar, as promised, wearing a dark blue t-shirt, dark wash jeans, and a pair of simple black boots.

You approach him from behind, wearing a simple black dress. Not one of those flashy, slinky club types, just a regular dress. You know what you came here to get.

"Hey." You greet him casually and he turns to look at you, his hand wrapped around a lowball glass with some drink inside. It's clear... so either tequilla or vodka.

When he turns you realize three things immediately: 1) He lied about his height. He's definitely not 6ft tall, but 5ft10 at the most; 2) He's built like a brick shithouse, impossibly wide shoulders with large, beefy arms... So he wasn't lying about his 'Athletic' build; and 3) He has a fucking mohawk.

You can already imagine the way he'd look, your legs over his shoulders, as you squeezed his head between your thighs while his tongue lapped at your folds... Fuck, you're horny.

"...nice. What are you drinking? I'll buy." You catch the end of what he said, the beginning probably a greeeting, and a compliment, and, now an offer of a drink.

You try to shrug casually and seem unbothered. You decide to humour him. If he wants to play the gentleman part and pretend this is a date, you can play along.

"Whiskey. Neat." You murmur in reply as you slot yourself next to him against the bar, your thigh brushing against his as he orders and pays for your drink.

"So, a soldier, huh? What's that like?" You muse as you take a sip of your drink, watching him take a sip of his, his throat bobbing as he swallows. Oh, how you'd love to wrap a hand around...

"I like it. Always ken I wanted to be one. Tried to sign early and everythin'. I like keepin' active and I'm good at what I do..."

He continued talking, but you tuned him out, eyes locked on his mouth, watching how his lips pushed and pulled for each word, his white teeth in a neat row behind and his wet tongue sometimes peeking out.

He talked a lot. He talked... too much.

"Let me cut you off right there." You interrupted him, causing him to shut his mouth and stare at you. "Care to have this conversation between my legs, gorgeous?"

Johnny stares at you with impossibly wide eyes, like what you just said is the most bizarre thing he's ever heard. His left brow, right below an obvious scar, twitches, a sign he's interested. "...When?" He asks in a murmur.

"Right now." You reply with a head tilt.

The blue-eyed Scot simply nods eagerly and knocks back the contents of his drink into his mouth.

"That's it... That's fucking it-" You croon as you buck your hips into his mouth, your back pressed against the wall, the hem of your dress curled up and tucked into the elastic band of your bra.

Johnny's on his knees on the floor of the cubicle, his tongue lapping at your slick cunt like he's a prisoner on death row and that's his last meal request and he insists on enjoying it.

One of his hands grips your right thigh, squeezing it and keeping it steady, the other alternating between rubbing your clit and going around the back of your hip to squeeze one of your arse cheeks, pulling you deeper into his mouth whenever he licks and sucks your clit.

His blue eyes are locked on yours and they look just as good as you had imagined they would as his moist tongue curls to gather some of your slick and swallow it down, to taste as much of it as he can.

He's such a fucking munch, his tongue parting your folds and diving as deep into your hole as he can get it, before sliding back up to meet your clit, giving it a greedy suck.

There's a smug smirk on his lips, even as they're buried in your cunny, and a chuckle falls from them too while he thrashes his head side to side like a dog playing tug-of-war, nearly blowing raspberries on your clit and causing you to squirm against him, more expletives falling from your mouth.

You know what he's thinking. He thinks he's in charge. He thinks he's doing a good job fucking you. Oh, how wrong he is. And you're about to show him that.

"Wipe that fucking smirk off your face, sweetheart." You demand as you push his hands off your body and grab onto his stupid fucking mohawk with both hands like a handle to grind yourself against his face.

His eyes widen, but the sight of you using his mouth, his tongue, to get yourself off, hips bucking and dragging across his chin and tongue, lips and nose is enough to get him riled up.

He can't help himself, his hands finding a spot on the floor and his own legs spreading apart, allowing him to half-grind his clothed cock against the tile.

His head bobs eagerly against you, his nose buried in your mons, the flat of his tongue rubbing over your clit, his beard prickling against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, crotch and folds.

Your legs are trembling on either side of his head, but you don't stop riding yourself against his tongue, your head falling back against the tiled wall behind you, the pitch of your voice getting higher and higher.

The way the flat of his tongue presses to your clit causes your whole body to shake, your skin warming up more and more to the touch. The coil in your stomach is getting tighter by the second and your breath, as well as your moans, are ragged and long.

Your hips buck and thrash and your head hangs low suddenly as your climax crashes onto you, leaving you breathing fast and deep, your eyes fluttering a bit as you look down to find Johnny kneeling between your thighs, his tongue still softly sliding upward, spreading your folds open and swallowing your come deep into his mouth.

"That's it, drink up, I'm not giving you water anytime soon, sweetheart." You tell him, noticing how his eyes have gone glassy, a wet spot having formed in his dark jeans.

Filthy mutt got off on having you fuck yourself on his tongue...

Having pulled Johnny off you and fixed your dress back into place, you called an Uber and then dragged the bulky man out of the bar by the hand, marching ahead of him toward the pavement, under a street lamp, to wait for your ride.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you guided your mouth up Johnny's chin toward his mouth, locking lips with him, your tongue seeking his out.

His beard and mouth are both still soaked with your come, he smells of it, and tastes of it too, and with each push and pull of your tongues as you seek each other out, you get more of a taste of yourself.

You only broke the kiss once the Uber arrived, your phone having pinged with a warning, and a car having pulled to the side of the road not far from the two of you.

You and Johnny piled in together and while he scooted all the way across the backseat toward the other door, you slid up next to him as you two greeted the driver.

You didn't bother with a seatbelt (neither did Johnny) and since the driver didn't seem too keen on chit-chat, you allowed yourself to drape a leg across Johnny's lap, while his arm wrapped around your waist.

Your fingers slid over his thigh toward the darkened patch of denim on his crotch, and, with your leg (and the music playing from the speakers) as cover, you slowly undid the fly and button.

"What are ye-" Johnny murmured as he glanced at you with raised brows and wide eyes, like an innocent little puppy.

"Sh-shh..." You hissed as you kissed his cheek, playing the part of a loving girlfriend, or an overly affectionate date, for your driver's sake, you slowly slid your fingers through the open zipper, fishing for his cock amidst the wet fabric of his boxer briefs.

The pretty boy was already at half-mast again, even after having already come once, and your hand quickly wrapped around it as you began stroking it.

Johnny thighs trembled and his legs kicked out a bit as he felt your warm hand wrap around his sensitive member, and he looked away, out of the window, eyelids fluttering, eyebrows scrunched, and a hard bite on his bottom lip.

His cock began steadily throbbing in your hand, hardening and growing more with each languid stroke of your hand around him. He's thick. Much thicker than you expected him to be. You can feel your fingers struggling to fully wrap around him.

Sliding your palm up, you slowly rub over the hooded tip, which draws a squeak from the back of his throat, his chest heaving, and his stomach being sucked in.

"Control yourself..." You whispered in his ear which, making sure to shoot a glance forward at the Uber driver, who seemed focus on the road.

In response, you received yet another soft groan and a hiss through clenched teeth, Johnny's head lulling toward you, his forehead leaning against your temple. "Feels... fuck... I can't... you're... ah-"

"Feels good?" You murmur in his ear as you kiss his bearded jaw lightly, feeling him buck a bit against your hand, causing your thigh to bounce on his lap.

"Hm... Mhm..." Johnny grunted. "Fuck... Steamin' Jesus..." He whined brokenly as your hand kept stroking his length fully, up and down, at a slow, languid pace.

You'd draw back the foreskin, exposing the bulbous head, before drawing it up again as your hand climbed up to rub against the tip for a moment, only to roll back down once more.

Whenever the car would drive past a street lamp, the yellow-toned light would flutter briefly over Johnny's exposed cock, and draw your attention right to his pink, bulbous tip, overstimulated and angry, leaking shiny beads of pre-cum.

"Sh-Shh..." You cooed at him again, enjoying the broken sounds of pleasure he'd let out through clenched teeth, the way his cock would throb and twitch in your hand, and how the muscular man next to you vibrated with tension.

Oh, how you loved to make men break under your hand, and, even more so, how much you loved to make men like him break. A soldier, a strong man, used to dominating... How silly of him to think he had any power here...

It takes little time for Johnny to suddenly twitch and thrash next to you, his breath picking up and becoming ragged and wet, like he's struggling to control himself into being quiet...

You look up at him just in time, finding the way his head falls back on the headrest of his seat, while he grunted under his breath and hissed through his teeth, again, and again, his eyes fluttering shut as he experienced a dry orgasm, only the tiniest beads of cum slipping down to your fingers right below the head.

Just in time too, because the Uber pulled over less than a minute later, the Uber driver looking back at you and Johnny. "We're here, Miss." He told you politely.

"Thank you, Jared. I'll be sure to leave you a 5-star rating and a good tip." You replied to the driver as you slipped your leg off Johnny's lap and scooted closer to the other door.

After opening the door, you turned again and grabbed Johnny by his shirt collar, your fingers hooking themselves onto the inside of it and grazing his dog tags hanging around his neck.

Smirking, you slip them from the confines of the shirt and then twirl the ball chain around your forefinger like a lead, pulling it taut, which causes Johnny to audibly whine.

"C'mon, Johnny." You ordered as you tugged him forward, causing him to scoot forward, ducking his head to follow you out of the car, his movements languid and slow, his head still cloudy from the recent orgasm.

"Fuck, yes! Fuck!" You whine, your head falling back, your hair sticking to your forehead and your nape.

"Steamin' fuckin' Jesus... Fuck..." Johnny groans, his own head rolling back on the mattress of your bed.

"Yes... Yes..." You grunt as you fix your grip on the bottom of his thighs, right before his knees, bouncing your ass off his lap.

Johnny's mouth is hanging open, his hands fisting the bed sheets as he lies on a puddle of his own sweat, every inch of his exposed, hairy torso glistening under the light of your bedside lamp.

You're both exhausted, your hands slippery on his sweaty thighs, your own sometimes shaking as you bounce on him again, and again.

Your pace is starting to become uncoordinated and sloppy because your legs are tired, your knees struggling to keep up and causing you to stutter atop him, driving his cock harder into you and deep against your cervix twice in a row.

It drives a desperate moan out of you both and you go still for a moment, feeling the sweat trickle down your brow.

"Fuck... C'mon..." Johnny whines and grabs you by the hip, attempting to rock his hips up against the cleft of your ass, helping pound into you...

Only for you to bounce up with him and then throw all your weight down onto him, causing his ass to be pinned back down onto the bed, and drawing a loud yowl of surprise as his cock barrels right against your cervix, sending a sting of pain up your spine.

Johnny looks up at you with wide eyes and a dropped jaw, seemingly horrified and confused.

Finding his eyes, you lean forward, pressing your hands onto his chest, before murmuring "Stay fucking still. This isn't about you."

"Sorry?" Johnny murmurs, whether in confusion or genuinely apology, you don't know.

"You're nothing more than a toy right now. And good toys don't talk." You warn him.

"I-" He stuttered, not fast enough to protest before you were moving atop him again, the new angle and slight pause having provided you with an extra burst of energy.

You rocked against him, keeping him buried down to the hilt and rubbing your sensitive clit against the bush at the base of his cock.

It makes you croon in delight, keeping up the same angle but becoming more and more frantic, rubbing yourself against his bush while keeping his shaft sheathed nice and deep in your weeping cunny.

Something about the warm wetness enveloping his already oversensitive cock, the sight of your face contorting in pleasure atop him, so close and yet so far, your hands pushing against his chest so he doesn't try to reach for you.

It drives him over the edge and he finds himself losing it, his big blue eyes fluttering and rolling, his jaw dropping and his every muscle straining as his head falls back, causing him to stiffen beneath you.

Out of breath, you lean your head against his chest, feeling the warmth of your release coming in the aftermath of his own, his cock twitching and throbbing inside you being the final nail in the coffin.

Johnny doesn't dare move as he feels your warm cunt squeeze around him, draining every last drop from his already reduced third orgasm, simply lying there, beneath you.

His mouth is hanging open, drier than the Sahara, every inch of him is slick with sweat and he's out of breath and his entire body is trembling ever so slightly as he closes his eyes in pure bliss.

Only for his eyes to shoot open again as he feels you start up again, your ass carefully bouncing off his sore thighs.

Johnny stumbles his way into the training room. It's 6 a.m. and he has not caught a fucking wink of sleep.

Unlike his normal hook-ups, after which he reports to base with a pep in his step and a smirk on his lips that no amount of push-ups, sit-ups and mile runs can wipe off...

This time, he's limping, every muscle of his feeling sore and stiff, his thighs feel like they're going to bruise up, his cock burns from how oversensitive it is...

He hasn't slept, hasn't eaten, hasn't drunk water... and the closest thing to a shower he got was when you tossed him some wet wipes in the morning.

Unlike him, you had gotten up in the morning (aka after a 1.5 hour power nap) perfectly energized and like you hadn't spent half of the night riding him like a stallion you were trying to break...

Gaz is the first to notice Johnny's state as the Scot falls into formation with the rest of the unit, his eyes still sort of glassy. But he doesn't say anything... he simply raises a brow and smirks in amusement.

Ghost is standing by Price on the sidelines and notices next and, unlike Gaz, he chuckles at it and calls Price's attention to it. The Captain turns to look at Soap and has to contain the look of amused disappointment from showing on his face.

"Soap!" The Captain calls out, causing Soap to look over, nearly languidly and then approach, with Gaz following behind him, despite not having been called. He just... wanted in on the fun.

"The fuck happened to you, son? Did you get in a fight?" Price asks with a cocked brow, watching how the younger sergeant squirms and his tanned face grows warmer.

"N-No sir." Johnny replies and shakes his head, which causes him to wince, feeling light-headed.

"I think 'assaulted' would be a better word for it, Cap'n." Gaz chides, causing the Scot to huff and turn his head in frustration and embarrassment.

"Shut it, Garrick..." Soap murmurs, which earns a light chuckle from all the men, Ghost included.

"Go shower and take a nap. You're excused for this morning." Price tells the sergeant, causing the lad to nod thankfully and wander off, limping once more.

As he gets back to his barracks, he grabs his phone, typing out a quick message for you, thankful you insisted on giving him your number and taking his... Johnny secretly hoped that meant you wanted a repeat.

"Hope you're happy... Made me embarrass myself in the state I showed up to training in."

The reply he earned, however, was the most cold-hearted one he could've received... One he never even saw coming.

"I'm sorry, who is this?"

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thegreenlynx · 19 days ago

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Girlfriend Stealer

Description: Your company pairs you with one of your boyfriend’s band mates for a collab, specifically a dance performance and your boyfriend is not pleased.

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Slight Angst, Hurt/Comfort, idol au, fluff

Content Warnings: Idol Fem!reader insert, Jealousy, boobs, brief mentions of marriage, insecurities

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Ahahaha...ha...

Life as an idol was naturally chaotic. You had grown used to that chaos; the unpredictability, the strict schedules, the lack of time off, missing milestones with your loved ones, having to be careful of everything you do, and having your privacy invaded on multiple occasions. Despite this, somehow you'd managed to keep it together and had even made quite the name for yourself as a dancer and singer. And to make it even better, you've landed yourself a very loving and sweet boyfriend. One you wouldn't trade for the world.

Lee Minho is an angel, most of the time. He cooks for you, comforts you when you are sad, treats your cats like his own, he's funny, and he even makes sure to always make time for you. No matter how busy his schedule gets he tries to find any opportunity he can to see you, and when he can't? Well then he's sending you cute selfies and voice notes, and even calling you before bed.

Your relationship is very healthy, in a way unlike anything you ever could of hoped for. Your past relationships had done little to prepare you for the sense of security and genuine affection you felt with him. It felt as though you were genuinely made for each other, as cliché as that may sound.

However, Minho had one troubling flaw. One flaw that many would have been deterred by, yet for some reason it had never been enough to keep you from him. The flaw was that Minho was extremely possessive. Almost alarmingly so.

He hates it when anyone even looks at what's his for too long. And if someone's touching it? You can practically see the steam fuming out his ears as he glares daggers into whomever has committed the heinous act of disrespect(In his eyes at least).

That is why it is almost laughable, the situation you've found yourself in now. And never in 100 years would you have seen it coming.

Both you and your boyfriend's companies had decided they wanted you to do a collab stage. Which sounds wonderful and exciting at first mention. The catch? You aren't collaborating with your sweet bunny-like boyfriend, but instead his perfectly sculpted bandmate Hwang Hyunjin.

You weren't really sure how to react to that really. After all it is an extraordinary opportunity, but on the other hand you know Minho. Truthfully you were hesitant to even tell him. He never takes these things well. It's bad enough when it is a stranger but one of his best friends? He might actually lose his mind. And as much as you'd like to hope he would just trust you and Hyunjin enough to let it go and be happy for the two of you, you know he won't.

Because to him it's not about trust. He can trust the both of you more than anyone else, with his own life even. It won't matter because what he's worried about isn't you cheating. It's that you'll realize you are out of his league and go for someone more on your level, or that you'll simply lose interest and leave him. He knows very well how fickle people's feelings can be. He also believes he loves you far more than you could ever love him. The idea of you leaving him isn't particularly out there to him. There is nothing in the world that terrifies him more than the idea of losing you.

Additionally there is the matter that he may be a bit obsessive. If it were up to him no one would ever get your attention but him and he would probably bury himself in it, if only he could. He thrives in your affection and withers when it's gone too long. He makes a prominent effort to be the only one you ever look at, the only one you'd ever want.

But that doesn't bother you. You like that he wants you enough to keep working to keep you even when he already has you, and even use it as motivation to try and treat him the same way.

This is shown in the way you love him. The gifts you get him, the tiny acts of service, the cuddles even when you're in a bad mood and would normally want to be left alone, the hours you sit and listen to him rant about everything because you know he doesn't really do that with anyone else.

In this situation however, you aren't really sure what to do. It's never really been a problem before. Typically if someone were hitting on you or a friend was getting too close you'd just put some distance or leave with Minho. You normally avoid doing anything that might upset him, and it doesn't bother you in the slightest. You're an introvert anyway so it's not a problem if you only have a few friends and don't go out much without him. You still have your own hobbies, your own lives, it's fine.

Even when the company has made you do things before, it's been easy to reassure Minho. He gets jealous and sulky for a bit and then you cuddle him and remind him he's the only one you want and everything's fine. What do you do when it's his friend though? You can't really say 'It's just a job' or 'I'll never see him outside of work'. Neither of those would be true and it's not going to make him feel better anyway.

Because this is Hyunjin. Sweet, kind, sensitive, beautiful Hyunjin. One of his best friends Hyunjin. Hyunjin the damn near perfect model. Hyunjin the excellent dancer. Hyunjin the member the company picked over Minho.

In the end, after contemplating for a few hours what exactly would be the least problematic way of telling him, you decide to just spit it out. Which ultimately leads to your boyfriend inviting himself to your practice. Which can only go well, naturally.

It hasn't even been five minutes and you can already feel your angry boyfriend's glaring eyes drilling holes into not only Hyunjin but you as well. You don't let it shake you, you need to get this dance down so you can go home and make him feel better. You can only imagine the way his insecure mind is spiraling, completely absurd and unrealistic thoughts taking over his normally rational and understanding way of thinking. The faster you finish this the less pain he will be in. So for now you need to ignore him. For both your sakes you try to pretend he's not even there.

Hyunjin on the other hand seems to be having a harder time of it. The typically near flawless dancer seems anxious, keeps glancing towards the couch your boyfriend is tensely lounging on, and he keeps making the same mistakes over and over again. No matter how many minutes go by of practicing the same part, no matter how many times you try and direct him, it's obvious his mind is elsewhere and his performance is suffering.

The longer it goes on the more you feel yourself grow frustrated. Your fuse has gotten short, and the typically soft and kind tone you use with the taller man has reduced to a more biting one. You've managed to get about half way through the song, arriving at a more sensual part when you finally snap. Hyunjin refuses to actually get close enough to you for it to even be mistaken as the correct choreo and it's driving you nuts. You want to go home.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You turn towards your dance partner in obvious annoyance, running a hand through your long hair.

He blushes a bashful red and quietly responds. "I'm sorry, it's just hard to dance with Minho glaring at me through the mirror. I can't focus and it's honestly kind of terrifying..." He trails off and nervously glances at the mirror before looking at the floor in defeat.

You sigh and turn to the boyfriend you haven't looked at in nearly an hour. He doesn't look back at you. Sporting the most murderous look you have ever seen such a delicate pretty face make, he simply glares at Hyunjin's figure.

Feeling a mixture of irritation and guilt you turn away from both of them and tug at your hair in frustration, a joyless laugh falling past your lips.

"I'm sorry, I'll try to focus..." You hear Hyunjin's pitiful whisper behind you, the poor guy didn't even do anything to be put in this position yet here you all are. You ignore him in favor of turning back towards Minho, marching towards him with determined strides.

When you finally reach him he makes no effort to look at you and only squeezes his hands into fists at his sides. However you aren't really in the mood, so you rest both hands on either side of his head and shift your body into his line of sight. You let out a small portion of your built up aggression in allowing your hands to grip the black leather of the couch while your eyes narrow at the man below you.

He finally looks up at you, an almost comical mixture of angry tiger and kicked kitten. His brows are furrowed and his cheeks are reddened in frustration, the tension in his muscles prominent from his rather impressive amount of self control(for him, at least). Yet his eyes twinkle up at you miserably, longingly. And it's heartbreaking really. How his lips tremble slightly and his eyes waver shakily under your gaze. He's doing a good job of hiding it, but you can see through it. He's not just angry; he's fucking terrified. And he's hurting, and that hurts you.

"What are you even jealous about? It's just Hyunjin." Despite your prominent glare, you manage to keep your voice soft and even. You know it's not his fault. You know he's trying to keep it together, trying so hard to just sit there and be good for you. But you can see how he wants to cry, and maybe even walk over and punch Hyunjin right in the face. For good measure.

He clicks his tongue and looks away from you momentarily. He goes to speak before opting to instead whine and kick his feet in anger. You feel bad for finding him cute in this moment. But the truth is, he always is. "Yeah, it's Hyunjin. I'd be mad about anyone but me getting to touch you, let alone Mr. Top-Model girlfriend stealer over there." He shoots another glare Hyunjin's way and you hear the other male gasp offended in response.

"Hey-!" He tries to chime in, in an attempt to defend himself against the allegation. However, you interrupt him like he's not even there so as to not allow him to unintentionally provoke your boyfriend any further. You grab Minho's chin gently with your right hand to tilt his head to look back up at you.

"You have nothing to worry about. I picked you, not Hyunjin. And I will continue to pick you and only you for the rest of my life. I understand that you're upset, I would be too. I don't like this any more than you do, but we don't have a choice."

He just huffs and rolls his eyes at you, dipping his head slightly to glare back at Hyunjin through the mirror once more. "I could just break his legs, then he wouldn't be able to dance with you at all." You laugh and roll your eyes right back at him.

"I'm not asking you to be happy about it. But if you behave and stop trying to kill Hyunjin with your eyes at least till the end of practice so we can get this over with, I promise I'll make it up to you later." You take a firmer grip of his chin to get his attention back on you, nails digging slightly into his skin to prevent him from moving as you tilt his head up again.

He only stares defiantly back up at you, not convinced. So you lean down and kiss him softly, continuing in a whisper Hyunjin won't hear. "Just be good and I'll make it all worth it. You know I'll only ever belong to you. Get out of your head. You've got demons up there and they're liars, they only make you sad and nothing they say is ever true."

"...fine..." It comes out in a barely audible breath whilst he deflates at your words, seeming to have all of the energy left in him drained as he slumps into the couch in defeat.

And he stays true to his word, with great difficulty he manages to be good the rest of practice. He does this by laying face down into the sofa and periodically thrashing around in anger with a bizarre sound muffled into the cushions, but he isn't glaring at Hyunjin anymore and that is Minho being on his best behavior in your book.

Because of this you are able to get the dance down fairly swiftly, with Hyunjin no longer distracted he's quick to pick up on the choreo and your chemistry is surprisingly good. You know it'll make a great performance, you also know that will royally piss Minho off. A problem for another day, however.

As soon as you and Hyunjin have got the dance down, you dart straight to your throw blanket-impersonating lover. You don't even wait for him to stand before you're dragging him off the couch by his hand. He scrambles to catch up to your pace without faceplanting, barely succeeds, and shuffle runs behind you as you speed walk towards the exit and then to your car.

You don't say anything during the walk, just tighten your hold on Minho's hand. He doesn't either, seemingly happy just to have you back for now. But, you can tell he's still a bit anxious. Perhaps he's worried you are mad at him now, or that you're just dragging him around so you can break his heart in private. In truth it's hard to predict where his mind will go in these situations. Which is exactly why you want to get home as soon as possible. So that it's less time where his demons can eat him alive. But you desperately need a shower, and you don't want to try to comfort him in the middle of a parking lot.

So waiting until you're home it is! The car ride is quiet too; you spend the whole car ride trying to think of what to say or do to make your boyfriend feel better, remind him that in your eyes there's only him and that you couldn't be happier with anyone else. He spends the entire car ride anxiously playing with your hand and glancing periodically at your face, a wounded expression taking over his own. Which goes entirely unnoticed by you, too busy trying to find a way to fix this to realize he just wants you to look at him. But he won't say anything until you do, too afraid of somehow saying the wrong thing or making it worse. Too afraid the demons are actually right.

Thankfully the ride is fairly short, and you quickly get out of the car and open his door for him. Taking his hand gently into your own and guiding him to the front door of your house, kicking off your shoes and barely waiting for him to take his off before you continue dragging him. This time towards your bedroom, and with far more care than in the practice room.

When you arrive in your room you softly push him to sit on the bed, which he happily flops onto with no resistance. "I need to shower quick, wait for me?" You press a soft kiss to his head as he nods, eager to be good for you. He makes himself comfy and watches you walk away with sparkles in his eyes, a stark contrast to the scowl he'd displayed earlier in the day. You can't help but smile in response, grabbing a change of clothes and heading to the bathroom.

Your shower is quick, not wanting to leave him waiting too long. But, even so by the time you get back he's sulking again. Anxious hands playing with the blanket he's staring intensely at. You can almost see the gears turning rapidly in his head and have to bite back a sigh, wondering if there is some way you could have handled this better. Some way he wouldn't have had to spend so long doubting himself and fighting his demons all alone. You had never done that before, always had been so quick to try to alleviate any pain he had. But for some reason this time, while you had thought about it many times, you didn't really do a lot to make him feel better. Nothing that seemed to work anyway, every attempt you made didn't seem to come across right to him.

It makes him wonder why this time had to be different, why you couldn't just comfort him the way you always had before. All he needed was a bit of affection, some reassuring words to know you really were his and you weren't going anywhere. That you really meant it and weren't just saying things in the practice room to get him to stop being a brat. Was it because it was your job? Because you were frustrated? Because of something Minho had done? Because of... Hyunjin? The last two didn't really make any sense though, but that never actually made a difference in his head.

It is only now that you really realize that you've both been running in circles. With you trying to be faster in order to get alone time with him, to comfort him. Only to end up hurting him more by ignoring him in the moments he needed you, even if your intentions were good. You had just wanted it to be over so you could give him your undivided attention, you didn't want anything to get in the way.

And he kept trying to be good for you. Even when it was hard and he didn't succeed much, he tried to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself to not ruin this for you. To not make you hate him or resent him, or give you any reasons to fall out of love or leave him. He was trying so hard, being so careful. Being so patient. He wanted so desperately to be the best for you, to be worthy of your love and be the only one you wanted. Even while his head was tumbling into the darkest places and his heart felt like it had been wrapped in chains. Someone pulling them tighter every moment Hyunjin touched you, every moment you didn't look at him while he prayed and pleaded you would.

He didn't voice his thoughts in fear of upsetting you, or putting you off. But they had been eating him alive the entire time. To the point where no matter how many times he'd told himself you loved him and wouldn't leave him he still felt like you were going to. That that was the only explanation for you pawning it off this long. For a moment when you'd gotten to the room he had finally started to feel better, the brief moments he had your attention felt like sunshine in his raging storm. When you went to shower he had wanted to be positive, to just wait patiently for your return, just be happy he'd gotten a kiss. But the second you left, his head went right back to the storm and you'd taken any comfort or solace to the bathroom with you.

You didn't actually need a shower, you just wanted to get away from him. Maybe you were avoiding him so you didn't have to tell him you would rather be with Hyunjin. He'd probably treat you better anyway, wouldn't be nearly so pathetic and insecure. He tries to shut his thoughts off, but instead a tear falls and you rush over and pull him into your chest. Now he just feels stupid for crying in front of you like a child.

And so he tries to pull away and wipe his tears, make some stupid excuse about a hair in his eye. You don't let him, pulling away first and laying down beside him. Before he can even hope to speak, he's pulled down on top of you. Head resting in his favorite spot, right between your breasts. He chokes down a sob as you card your fingers through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips when his body finally relaxes.

You take this opportunity to speak. "I'm so sorry"

"...For what?" It's muffled by your shirt, and you feel him nuzzle further against your chest. Likely in embarrassment.

"I've done this all wrong. I thought it'd be better for you if we just hurried home but I didn't realize you'd take it the way you obviously have and I feel terrible. I am not leaving you. I would never leave you. I want to marry you one day. I don't want Hyunjin. I love you, only you. I really just wanted to shower so I wouldn't stink when we cuddled. I didn't look at you in the car because I was so focused on getting home. I wanted to wait till we were home to talk. I wanted to give you my undivided attention. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry." You kiss the top of his head between each of your sentences, hoping to be louder than the voices. Hoping to drown out any negative thoughts he could be having.

"Oh..." He breaths, finally lifting his head to meet your eyes after a few seconds of processing your words. "M'sorry too. You shouldn't have to worry about reassuring me so much. I should be more confident, I just don't want to lose you." He sighs and plays with a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers. "Can we just cuddle?"

"Of course." You smile happily, glad he seems to be genuinely feeling better now that you have given him the proper reassurance he deserves, rather than some rushed words in the middle of a practice room.

"You did great with the dance by the way..." He says bashfully as he nuzzles into your neck, tossing a leg over your own.

"You actually saw that with your face in the cushions?" You look down at his red ears and pinch one softly between two fingers.

He squeezes your hip in retaliation. "Meant before that. When Hyunjin was fumbling like a goon. All I could think is 'why the hell didn't they pick me?' You looked so perfect..."

"Thank you, I wish it had been. Hyunjin's great, but you're the only dancer for me." You reply in an attempt to flirt, accompanied by a playful boop to his nose.

"'Only dancer'? I am the only one for you. Period." He glares at you, pressing himself up on both arms to look down at your face.

You laugh, looking up at the man now basically straddling your lap. "You're right, my bad. You're the only one for me, period." You lean up to kiss him fully this time, and he seems to lose himself in the kiss before pulling away a minute later, a sweet blissful smile on his face that could instantly brighten any room.

"Don't think I forgot that comment you made, by the way. I will be marrying you. I love you future Mrs. Lee Minho." He doesn't even let you reply before he's diving in for another kiss, a flurry of them really. He litters your face in the sweetest of kisses, ending it with one final passionate kiss on the lips. It only breaks when you laugh.

"Do I get a say in the matter?"

"No." It's a firm response, and he seems to try to convince you further by leaning in to kiss you once more. This time slow, with the slightest tease of tongue, before he bites your lip and pulls back. Still straddling your legs, his ears suddenly flush again. "...You're gonna say yes though, right...?" You laugh at the drastic change in his attitude, but you love him no matter what.

"There's no other answer, of course I will Mr. Future Husband."

#lee know x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fanfic #skz oneshots #stray kids au #skz fanfic #lee minho x reader #lee know x you #skz imagines #skz x you #stray kids x you #my works

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ririkon · 11 months ago

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I came for a reason, It's a collab with Lebedek. She doesn't have a tumbler, but she does have Twitter.

https://twitter.com/Lebedek_Vika?s=09

There is a little background to this art, but it is translated from Russian, and everything can be a little complicated and unclear.

........

For travelers, the Multiverse was like an entrance, where even the walls had ears, which is why, due to carelessness, rumors could spread instantly. What Error and Inkoi immediately took into account, since there were threats in this regard from all sides: that the bad guys, that the star ones foreshadowed certain difficulties; other travelers; and the universes themselves even more so. Sooner or later, of course, everything will be revealed, but no matter how hopeless it may sound, they decided to continue playing for outsiders until the last, fighting for the universes for show, remaining on their usual sides.

The snow, which once lay calmly among tall dark spruce trees, was stirred up by red bones, stained by caustic ink, and branches broke under blue threads.

The frosty air was now and then cut through by the dangerous crack of blasters. An ardent battle was going on for one of the universes, which Error had designated for destruction and, no matter what the universe was, the experienced guardians of the version usually spared no effort in battles, remembering the past, turning the matter into sparring, not giving in to the opponent, but also trying to do without any or serious injury. Everything usually ended with someone’s loss, by which the fate of the universe was already determined. But time for this decision was not always allocated immediately.

Blood sprinkled the snow and Glyuche gave a strangled hiss, clutching his ribs, and the brush was instantly thrown to the ground.Error looked at his hand and there was a burgundy mark left on it due to the mixing of blood with ink. I didn’t have time to properly defend myself from the deceptive maneuver, so I exposed myself to attack.

Ink looked around, not noticing anyone nearby, quickly jumped up to Glyucha and helped him move a little further into the thicket, away from the empty space and random extra eyes, which he really didn’t need right now.

The artist fussily examined Error’s overall appearance and shrank all over, fixing his gaze on the dangerously deep wound. He touched the bloody, torn edge of his clothing, where cracked bright ribs were visible, and from under them the light of a glitchy blue soul was breaking through. It was dangerously close to the wound.

-“I’m sorry, I didn’t calculate the strength, I didn’t want it to happen like this, it seemed that you would dodge, as you always did,”- Ink rattled anxiously. “Please forgive me, let’s go home soon, I’ll heal everything,” he continued to worry, darting his gaze from the wound to his face. Glitchy.

But he no longer cared about the pain, he was more amazed at the reaction of his opponent - they had stopped trying to kill each other too long ago, so such fuss about his health made him embarrassed. Even during the times of enmity, there were similar cases when he was treated by an artist after battles to the point of death, but now it felt different after they became closer and stopped competing in the number of broken bones.This care on the part of the artist... he gently put his hand on top of the artist's hand and looked at him with tenderness. There was not a drop of anger or resentment in his gaze.

-"Wait, let's stand a little longer... like this, next to each other."

Ink looked up in surprise at Glyuche and chuckled quietly, calming down a little.

-“Only if it’s a little, then I’ll drag you home, I won’t let you bleed,” - he took Error by the hand.

Also a bit of work process~

#art #undertale #ink sans #error sans #errorink #artists on tumblr

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gaoau · 5 months ago

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would rather kms than make my only winbre post be about Suo's stupid ass, so it's time to talk about Nirei cause i love him. i read a post and my blood started boiling i dont fuck around so now i gotta defend him with my life. also cause im sick and tired of him not being deemed marketable enough to be included in merch and collab illusts when he's a whole—if not the most important—third of the main trio. (theres something to be said about Tsugeura too, considering they don't use him but love using Kiryuu, but that's a different conversation.)

anyway, on Nirei and the exceptionality of being ordinary.

manga spoilers btw also disclaimer im not eloquent at all i just say things.

there's something about Nirei that just simply isn't special and i think that's wonderful. not in a mean-spirited sense; Nirei is the most regular out of anyone in Furin, so much so that he had to buy an ugly shirt he didn't even like to stand out. he's just a kid with a notebook and a simple backstory trying to follow a hero's example. he's nothing extraordinary, especially seeing the people he's surrounded by. physically, he's very limited, which he knows and doesn't ignore at all, so he can't do much in fights. no one is more acutely aware of his own limits than Nirei. i was reading the first couple chapters again and it breaks my heart to hear his efforts be dismissed as "playing hero," because Nirei is the biggest hero in this whole manga.

it's true, yeah, he can't fight. he's more like another average citizen of Makochi than he is a Bofurin member sometimes. he lacks fighting abilities, his diplomacy isn't particularly the best, and he's two seconds away from going into cardiac arrest at almost all times. but it's not like he gives a shit. every single time he gets beaten into the ground, he picks himself back up immediately. he takes hit after hit, time and time again, because no matter how battered or defenseless he is, his drive to stay and protect the town is ridiculously strong. he does go down when he can't take any more (keel), but it's with improvement and training that he manages to throw his first—albeit useless—punch (noroshi or whatever this arc is called idk). improvement that, mind you, comes from recognizing his own limitations.

some have called him reckless (Suo), but i disagree, because Nirei is right. i know the kids would rather look out for him and have him uninjured by the end of a scuffle, but he doesn't need to be coddled. everybody else jumps into a brawl and gets a broken nose regardless of their fighting skills. Nirei isn't any different. he knows he's limited, he knows he can't fight, he knows he's nothing special. he risks it all anyway, because even though he wasn't built for fighting, he's more than prepared to try over and over again until his efforts are enough to make a difference. he's looked at Sakura's back and thought he couldn't match him, that Sakura gets back up even when he's almost fully tapped out, that he's not needed because Sakura's stronger and will be okay without him.

maybe he's right about this, too. i'm inclined to disagree, but i understand where he's coming from. Nirei chases, Nirei can't stop running because he'll fall behind all these phenomenal beasts that can hold their own. i'm so glad the conclusion he reached was "okay, i gotta step up my game," but i'm not really surprised. this is Nirei Akihiko we're talking about and, i think Suo put it best, he wants to become stronger more than anybody.

he's been at a disadvantage this whole time, "playing hero" rather than being an "actual" hero, but he has a goal. if he has to tear himself apart to stand next to Sakura, he will. he doesn't have to, of course, he's already more than useful the way he is, but when you're so ordinary that you get lost in the crowd, standing beside someone so exemplary makes you want more.

honestly, Nirei's fucking wild. lil bro's actually crazy. we've seen characters go apeshit, but no one in this entire manga is nearly as insane as he is. i appreciate Suo telling him to slow down and chill out, cause he was fully intending to kill himself learning how to fight with zero foundation. my guy was more than ready to actually fight Endo. he meant that. it's a good thing he's properly learning how to defend himself, considering he probably lacks the muscle to go on the offense. those are his limits and he knows that. it frustrates him, but it definitely does little to stop him, because look how big his back is. i hope somebody tells him, after all of this is over, that he's doing more than enough, more than great.

to be fair, fighting isn't even where he shines, and that's okay. he's not strong enough to beat anyone's ass and he doesn't need to be, either. he doesn't need to be a leader like Sakura or a devotee like Sugishita or mimic whatever the fuck Suo's got going on. in the words of my favorite pink curse, the real heroes are the ones who support from the back, and that's exactly what Nirei does. he's said it himself, he wants to guide Sakura all the way to the top and he can, because he thrives in being another citizen of Makochi. he's a regular person and i think that's what makes him so compelling and important.

there's something so fascinating about his simplicity. he really is nothing more than just an ordinary kid. put him in a normal high-school classroom and he'll pass his midterms with a 75. he recognizes what he's good at, of course, he knows the town inside out and it's very useful, especially to Sakura. he's amazing support. it really doesn't seem like it and people love to completely dismiss him, but i wanna be outrageous and call him the backbone of these kids. he was Sakura's first friend and he continues to be the one pushing and prodding to make sure he stands back up every single time. he's more necessary than anyone gives him credit for. i have no doubt in my mind that, if it weren't for him, Sakura wouldn't be able to do half the things he's managing. even Suo, who's out here acting like he knows the secrets of the universe, has to stop and reorganize his ideas when Nirei talks.

if Suo is the heart (debatable, but okay, whatever bro says) and brain, i'd like to think Nirei is the spirit and the soul. there's no chance the kids would work so smoothly without Nirei around—which, yes, arguably the same could be said of all of them, but i've seen Nirei be dismissed as a Zenitsu looking ass gag character and i've never had to hold back a kys so hard. idk for sure what the general consensus on him is cause i've only ever seen him used in the context of ships and never on his own, which honestly makes me a little sad. especially after seeing the popularity poll cause he didn't even make it into the top 5 with not even 1k points personal offense tbh i need a word with the voters. what i've gathered is that aint nobody gaf about his ass im devastated Suo has to fuck off (13k votes is crazy gang come on). which i don't understand. take him out of the equation and everything falls apart. Sakura's the sword, Suo's the strategy, and Nirei is the ambition, the desire, the force, the feelings.

there's much to be said about how he's treated, not only in-universe, but also by the people consuming the media and the pr team. i don't fuck with shipping, but when i'm scrolling through my timeline, Nirei only exists in the context of somebody's favorite ship. and don't fucking get me started on the mischaracterization. look me in the eye and tell me Nirei doesn't have more conviction than any of these dumbass kids. yes, he gets scared and he's fucking horrified most of the time, but motherfucker he's fighting. he's out there in the frontlines, making himself useful, biting more than he can chew and then some. i dare you to treat him like wittle baby that needs protection.

if not for his uniqueness, look at him for his regularity, because i find it endearingly wonderful. i think there's something so special about the ordinary. he deserves a lot more than what he's getting so these mfs better put him in all collab illusts cause if i have to see Kaji in his place one more time i will personally book a flight. okay thank you thats all i promise ill never come back here have day.

#wind breaker #nirei akihiko #sakura haruka #suo hayato #defending nirei on the internet is not enough i need a gun #id say nirei get behind me but no. nirei go beat someones ass #shoutout to kisaragi nanao btw my favorite pink curse #i love you nirei you deserve so much better #youre my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are grey youll never know dear how much i love you please dont take my suns #no cause it makes me so upset #hes right there are you fucking kidding me #what is it about him that makes people not wanna include him i dont get it #thats not true i do get it he looks too much like a child and you cant justify in your head wanting to fuck him #media literacy devil

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hexgaywire · 1 year ago

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hey :}

could i please get luxiem hcs (separately) to their s/o having a different luxiem oshi? sfw or nsfw is okay :)

for example: dating vox but mysta is their oshi

thank you in advance! 🩷

Of course!

»»————-　☾　————-««

"Luxiem's S/O With Different Oshis Headcannons"

Ft. Vox, Luca, Mysta, Shu, and Ike

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Mysta in Nijisanji still if that bothers you.

»»————-　☾　————-««

Vox and you have been dating a bit

You found his voice to be familiar when you first started dating but you couldn't quite understand why

That was until he told you he was a streamer

It all clicked

You're familiar with the company he's associated with!!!

He smugly asks you who your oshi is

You pause

It's Luca, it's been Luca since you discovered Nijisanji

The smile slips from his face when you tell him about Luca

"Does this count as cheating? This feels like cheating?"

"Vox you know I love you right?"

"No why don't I call Luca and you can tell him that."

He gets all pouty

You try to console him

You really do

But the big baby is persistent

"So why Luca?"

"Vox honey, I really don't think this is a rabbit hole I wanna go down."

"It's his muscles huh? It's gotta be."

You sigh ultimately wrapping your arms around your pouty partner

"I love you Vox, that's all that should matter."

You kiss him softly and he gives in and kisses you back.

"For the record though I did watch you too."

"Did!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN DID?"

»»————-　☾　————-««

The second you find out your boyfriend Luca is in Luxiem you realize it all makes sense

You knew he was a streamer but the fact that he was always traveling and had a nice apartment

You didn't realize he was a corporate vtuber

One night he asks you the question

"Have you ever watched any of my content?"

You don't want to... Sacre him away?

"A bit."

"I'm your oshi then yeah?"

Shit

"Luca I don't think that's really important right no-"

He looks almost horrified

"Is it... Is it someone else?"

He sniffs in feigning heartbroken

"Shu..." You mumble. "I watch Shu."

You study him as his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water

"I can't believe my own partner doesn't watch my content!"

He wails

"I never said that, you asked who my oshi was!"

You point and accusatory finger at him

Luca is jealous for all of ten minutes

Once he comes down he admits that Shu is very entertaining to watch

Forgives you but only if you promise to watch him more

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Mysta lets it slip early in your relationship that he's a part of Luxiem

He was actually freaking out about missing a date bc of stream

It just sorta happened

Anyway months later Mysta asked you the question while you wash dishes from dinner.

"Hey babe, I know you watch Luxiem so who's your oshi just out of curiosity."

"Vox probably."

You say nonchalantly

"VOX!? Seriously!? The other British one, I see you have a type I suppose."

He's obviously pouting

"I watch you too!"

You turn to defend yourself.

"Nope it's not the same. Cannot accept this betrayal."

You drop the dishes to console him

He of course milks this for as long as he can

Eventually he folds when you kiss his forehead and tell him how much you care about him

Only then of course bc he's a diva

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Shu doesn't really disclose his streaming career until much later in your relationship

You kinda found out way before he opened up to you

But to respect his privacy you never brought it up

"I'm a part of Luxiem."

"Shu I know."

"Oh. Well, okay now you double know."

You chat a bit about behind the scenes stuff

Before he asks the big one

"So who's your oshi? Who do you watch the most."

You laugh

You don't mean to

The way you found out Shu was in Luxiem was a collab between him and Mysta.

"It's Mysta.. that's actually how I found out you were in Luxiem."

He pauses

"So not me?"

"Not you."

"I see. I can understand why you like Mysta he's really funny."

Shu's actually really cool about the whole thing

Because that's just how Shu is

»»————-　☾　————-««

Similarly to Shu Ike is very modest when it comes to telling you he's a vtuber and apart of Luxiem

When he does tell you he's very nervous

"So what do you think about all this?"

"I think it's cool. I guess I should also admit I kinda know who you are."

Ike is dumbstruck

"Really? You know Luxiem and stuff too!?"

"Well acquainted actually, one of my Oshis are in Luxiem."

"Who!?"

Ike asks intrigued

"It's Vox."

Your sheepish

Ike smiles

Similarly to Shu he's super chill with it.

"I also love Vox's content so I can't blame you for having good taste."

»»————-　☾　————-««

Sorry this is so short! My requests are still open

#nijisanji en #nijisanji headcannons #nijisanji #luxiem #shu yamino #mysta rias #vox akuma #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino x reader #mysta rias x reader #vox akuma x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino Headcanons #vox akuma headcanons #mysta rias Headcanons #luca kaneshiro Headcanons #ike Eveland Headcanons

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year ago

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Fight or Flight - Yandere!Redcap!Mingi X Tall!Chubby!Reader

Fae!AU & Yandere!AU - Part of the CoDN Thrill of the Hunt Collab

Genre: Fantasy, Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Mingi X Reader

Words: 7,327

Rating: Mature - 18+ MDNI

Warnings: Please read the warnings carefully, as this is a very heavy story dealing with many dark topics. This is also all of the warnings for this fic as it is one long one shot that I had to split into multiple parts, and I'm too tired right now to individually categorize all of these warnings to their respective parts. 8 ft tall Mingi. Slow burn. Violence: depiction of a massacre, a deer being slaughtered, as well as physical, verbal, sexual, and emotional, both alluded to and not. Blood and gore. Abuse: physical, emotional, verbal, and sexual, both alluded to and implied. Assault: physical, and sexual, both alluded to, implied, and attempted. OC has a really rough past, really this isn't for the faint of heart. Whipping, both alluded to, and done. Mentions of branding. Heavy themes of possession and ownership. Deception. Arson. Really, there's a lot of dark subject matter. Mingi falls hard and fast, thus, he simps a lot for the OC, but it's not a story written by me if Mingi doesn't simp for the OC. The reader is mentioned to be both tall and chubby, but it is not mentioned often, so it shouldn't disrupt the flow of the story when ready if you are not tall and/or chubby. I think that's everything, but if I missed something, please let me know! Smut: Biting/marking, outdoor sex, fingering (fem. rec), oral (fem. rec), hand job (male rec), come eating, overstimulation, Mingi has a dig bick, sex in a spring, really, it's very soft in comparison to the subject matter. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

P.S. If there are any spelling or grammatical errors, please ignore them. I did my best through many rounds of editing, but some are liable to still slip through.

A/n: I am SO sorry this took me LITERALLY forever to complete. I meant to have this out so much earlier, and actually posted on time, but it turned out much, much longer than I ever anticipated it being. I'm really proud of how this story turned out, and I didn't want to split it into multiple parts because I felt it would take away from the story as a whole. I'm super excited for you all to read this one, as I had a tremendous amount of fun writing it, and I really hope you all love Mingi's and OC's journey as much as I do. Huge shoutout and thanks to @anyamaris and @kwanisms for listening to me ramble and rave about this story both before and during the writing process, and for always encouraging me while writing! Also, huge thank you to @sanjoongie for being so patient and understanding with me as I write this all out in full. I hope you all enjoy! As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Summary: Out of one horrible situation and into another, the cycle of abuse never stops. You've lived with monsters your whole life. So, what's one more?

P.P.S. Please don't let this flop guys. If you enjoyed it, please reblog!!!

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An annoyed sigh leaves his lips at the incessant chatter he hears around him. Low whispers rise in volume until the dull buzz of voices consumes him, interrupting his post meal relaxation. Irritation mars his features, his brow tugging downwards as he pulls the broken sliver of bone he had been using to pick at his teeth with out of his mouth.

“What is with your incessant whining?”

All Mingi had wanted to do was relax after dinner. In peace, within the confines of his makeshift encampment at the heart of his battalion, but it seems there’s been a commotion at the far edge.

“Humans, General.” One of his underlings, a vice-captain under his command, Darius, hisses. “They say they want to make a deal.”

Mingi scoffs, rolling his eyes, “Not too bright, are they?”

“When have humans ever been known to be smart?” Darius snickers.

Mingi heaves a long sigh, standing to his feet. “Given the length of this interaction, I can’t trust any of you to be competent enough to end this quickly.”

“They’re persistent, General.” He replies, flinching back as Mingi turns his sharp-eyed gaze to him.

“You let them think their words had any merit of importance to us.” The redcap general snaps. “No wonder they’re being so uncooperative.”

Striding through the encampment, the whispers finally come to a halt. A dead silence surrounds his soldiers as Mingi strolls through their ranks, eyes zeroing in on the small gathering of frail humans. Darius rushes along behind the proud general, whom stands a good eight feet tall. The tallest amongst his redcap companions.

A red sash is tied around Mingi’s bicep, alerting all to his rank within the gathered redcaps. There is a clear air of respect the others hold for him as he walks passed, holding his head high, no falter in his steps. Some even go so far as to look upon him in awe while others incline their head out of respect.

Reaching the edges of his encampment, Mingi scowls. “What’s the big idea here?”

“Ah, General!” Lias turns to him, a malicious grin tugging at the younger captain’s lips. “These humans insist on making a trade with us.”

“How did they even find us in the first place?” Mingi darts his gaze over to the three standing before him, just over the threshold of their protection line.

A woman seems to be holding another in her arms. The one with her head down doesn’t say much, but the one holding her trembles as she meets Mingi’s gaze. The male, slightly taller than the woman being held, stands a little straighter.

“We know mushroom rings will bring us where we want to be, or rather, to whom.” He replies, almost defiantly. “You just so happened to be the closest in the area.”

“Why are you wasting our time?” Mingi growls, teeth bared over much too sharp fangs.

“Please,” the woman holding the other in her arms seems desperate as she attempts to take a step forward.

That’s when he notices: the tall women is unconscious, being held up by the other. He quirks a brow, unaware a frail human such as the small one could ever be so strong.

“We just want to make a deal.” The man states, rather firmly.

Mingi’s gaze darts between the two humans.

“They want us to take their daughter for them.” Lias snorts, Darius laughing along with him. “As if we would care for such a useless mortal.”

“We know a little about your kind.” The woman continues. “Please, we know she’ll be better off here. We don’t want anything in return, just her safety.”

“She can earn her place.” The male adds. “She can look after herself, just please, take her with you.”

“We’re not about to gain something you don’t want.” Mingi retorts harshly, crossing his arms over his chest. “She has no use to us.”

“That’s not it at all.” The male is quick to shake his head, attempting to take a step towards the gathered redcaps only to be greeted by snarls and snapping fangs. He freezes. “Please-“

“We don’t need one of your kind slowing us down.” Mingi states, narrowing his eyes at the way the unconscious woman sways slightly. Honestly, he’s surprised this woman hasn’t fallen over yet, or caused the other holding her up to collapse under her seemingly dead weight.

“She won’t slow you down!” The woman is quick to protest.

“Watch your tongue, mortal.” Darius snaps. “This is no ordinary general you’re speaking to.”

The woman bows her head, cowering back and holding the other tighter to her chest. Though, due to the height difference, it looks quite awkward. A fact only echoed by the snickers Mingi can hear echo out behind him.

“Oh, come on,” Lias tilts his head slightly, a mischievous gleam in his gaze. “This could be fun. We could always use another pack mule.”

Some more snickers are heard from around the area, along with the snapping of jaws in agreement. The harsh clicking of fangs only rises in sound, and Mingi can smell the spikes of fear from the two conscious humans. A taste he absolutely revels in.

“The human would be safe with us from whatever outside forces you’re referring to.” Lias continues, his lips stretching widely over all too sharp teeth.

Mingi spares a glance around at his men, noting their sudden change in attitude. The eager gleams he sees throughout the crowd have him heaving a sigh.

“Very well,” he turns, beginning to walk away from this whole matter. He’ll let his men have their fun, and with any luck, the human will be dead come morning. “She’s your responsibility, though. If she survives.”

A cheer rises up through the surrounding redcaps as the tall women gets torn from the other’s arms and dragged across the protection barrier. Mingi thinks nothing of the way a faint smell of blood rises on the air, knowing his men are probably already having their fun after bringing the human properly into their realm. The other two have already been sent back, their memories altered forever. If they even remember having a daughter at all would be a miracle.

Entering his own private tent, Mingi settles into his favourite chair. Kicking his feet up onto a little stump, he leans back, relaxing into the evening chill that begins to settle over the land. They’ve still got a long ways to go to return to their keep, the scouting mission having taken a lot out of them. The rogue redcaps they had been hunting have all been dealt with. Traitors, every last one of them. The fight they had put up was gruesome, but as always, Mingi and his men came out on top.

Despite it all, some of his men still have energy to burn as he hears the familiar hooting and hollering of his subordinates last long into the night.

***

The next day, Mingi wakes to the encampment practically all cleaned up. Some of his men are finishing last minute preparations for travel, their bags packed and stored for easier maneuvering. All that’s left is to secure his own lodgings for the next leg of their journey.

“The human finally woke up.” Darius informs Mingi as he steps to the head of the line.

“She’s not dead?” Mingi quirks a brow, barely bothering to scan the gathered ranks to see if he can spot the women he saw last night.

“We figured we could use her for some entertainment-“ at Mingi’s sharp glare, Darius stops himself. “She’s surprisingly stronger than she looks. We’ve loaded her with a few packs and told her to carry them for us, or else she won’t like the outcome.” The vice-captain shrugs. “She complied.”

Mingi hums to himself, turning towards the direction they’ll be setting off in in a few minutes. He finds it odd for a human to be so complacent. All of the stories he’s heard contradict such simplistic actions. He was expecting screaming, and an attempt to run the first moment she regained consciousness.

Even more shocking is the fact that you’re still alive.

“Don’t let it go on too long,” Mingi shoots him a look out of the corner of his eyes. “Have your fun, but make sure she doesn’t slow me down.”

“Of course, General.” Darius nods, saluting him before running off to finish some last minute things.

Quietly, Mingi observes his battalion. He can see Lias barking orders at some subordinates to finish packing the rest of the camp quickly. Others appear to be scrambling about, and true to Darius’ word, Mingi spots that same tall woman from last night standing off to the side.

There’s nothing special about you. At least, from what Mingi can tell. You stand upright, spine straight with three packs carried on your figure. Their bulk simply adds to your own, nearly drowning you in their sheer size. Your face looks worn, and tired, but you move around where they instruct you to without complaint.

Mingi just hopes you can keep up with them.

A few minutes later, the redcaps are on the move. Multiple shoot you looks of disgust as they run passed, growling lowly in your direction. Some even go to far as to purposely run into you, spitting on you as they knock you over in your attempts to keep pace with the company.

It isn’t more than an hour into the morning when you start to fall behind.

Mingi heaves out a sigh, smelling the faintest bit of blood again in the air. A scent not uncommon in a group of redcaps, given their premise. Though, what truly annoys him is the subtle limp you attempt to hide as he marches over to you at the very rear of his guard.

Again, his men part for him silently. The simple power he exudes enough to silence even the rowdiest of the bunch.

“Are you that incompetent that you do not know how to walk properly, mortal?” He sneers, irritation clear on his features.

“I can walk just fine.” You reply bluntly.

“Then, keep up.” He snaps, turning so as not to waste another word on you for the moment.

With Mingi’s back to you, he fails to notice the harsh glare you send his way, but his subordinates do.

A harsh slap rings out through the forest, a dull thud heard soon after.

“You dare look upon our general with such vile contempt in your eyes?” Lias’ voice booms out through the surrounding redcaps, catching Mingi’s attention.

He freezes, turning to spare a glance over his shoulder.

There you rest, face down on the ground as you attempt to push yourself up. Your clothes are even more disheveled than before, dirt smearing your cheek. Yet, that harsh look still rests upon your face, even as the smell of blood becomes more prominent in the air.

“I didn’t ask for this.” You keep your voice low, but still clear enough for everyone around you to hear.

“Well, get used to it, Sweetheart,” Lias hisses, tugging you harshly back to your feet by the back of your neck. “You’re no better than a pet, now.”

You say nothing, instead opting to purse your lips. Your eyes narrow as you watch Lias retreat from you, hands fisted around the straps of the packs you carry as your whole body seems to tremble.

If Mingi didn’t know any better, he’d say you’re angry.

No… not angry. Disappointed.

Turning back to face front, Mingi decides to ignore you for the rest of the day. You’re not his responsibility, and how his subordinates treat you is truly none of his concern. Really, if it were up to him, he would have sent those two other humans bargaining for you to join them here in the fae realm packing. Perhaps he should have made an example of you all when he had the chance. Only, now, he’s stuck with you, and he’ll have to learn to deal with it, for the sake of his men. It’s not like you’re the only human he’s ever dealt with before.

Luckily, for the rest of the day, travel does not get halted again. You manage to keep up just fine, only falling behind once more near sunset. Mingi had wanted to travel for longer this day, covering more distance and hearing no complaints from neither you nor his men.

The faster they get home, the swifter he can deal with the mess that is you.

Mingi wants nothing to do with you. All you are to him is a pathetic little human. So frail, he could break you with the flick of his wrist. His eyes narrow on your figure as he sees you collapse against the side of a tree, none of his underlings sparing you any supplies as they set up for the night.

No food is offered to you, but you manage to scrounge some water. Your throat burns, and your feet ache as if they’re ready to fall off at a moment’s notice. The stitch in your side is finally calming down, and you’re just grateful none of these fae have ordered you to help them set up camp for the night. No, they stated they didn’t want you touching anything, or doing something wrong, and for once, you’re thanking your lucky stars for such a harsh verdict.

Lightly, you rub at your leg, right where you know that fresh wound still resides. It’s not a deep cut, but twisting wrong, or moving around too much aggravates the scar. Not to mention your limp which has returned even worse than before, due to the speed at which you’re expected to move.

Despite it all, you don’t say anything. No, you learned the hard way what talking back meant. Though, that might just be your one salvation through this all. Perhaps tomorrow you’ll see how far you can push these redcaps, and discover if their nature really lives up to their legacy.

For now, you settle deeper against that tree. It’s late, and you are exhausted. Sleep is one of the best things for you now, especially since there’s no way you can return to the life you previously once had. Thinking back on it now, you don’t know if you’d ever want to.

Not that you really ever had a choice.

The next morning brings another early start, you being commanded to carry even more than yesterday on your back. The only saving grace is that it seems the speed at which the band you’re travelling with has lessoned, but that doesn’t stop your whole body from aching.

Two more days pass like this, insults thrown at you by the surrounding redcaps, only for them to take out their amusement on you by either scratching you by ‘accident’, spitting on you, or pushing you to the ground. You manage to get some food, but it’s both rotten and vile. You’re honestly surprised your body hasn’t given up on you, yet.

You start to complain, but to your relief, or rather, disappointment, no one bothers to take your whining seriously. That, or they’re quick to shut you up, but not in the way you so desperately hope.

It’s around midday when you feel yourself lose your footing. The sun is shining brightly in the sky above your head, a few clouds drifting lazily by as you tumble harshly to the ground. The worst part is, you end up landing badly on your injured side. Unluckily for you, both that scar and your bad ankle are on your right leg which just so happens to land awkwardly on top of the root you tripped over.

You attempt to keep them at bay, but the sudden sharp pain you feel shoot up your leg sends tears to your eyes. You can practically feel your cut tear itself anew, a dampness seeping into the material of your tattered pants. Your breathing is heavy, and you can hardly force yourself back onto your hands, your entire body groaning in protest. Every ache pulses through you with each heartbeat, and in the back of your mind, you wonder if this is truly the end.

“What’s the hold up this time?” You hear a stern voice huff out above your head.

Mustering enough energy, you tilt your head upwards at the approaching figure. There’s a brief moment where the sun blinds you, filtering through the branches in such a way that burns your vision with a bright light until a shadow looms over you. Blinking reveals the redcap’s general standing before you, a look of pure ire marring his features as he glares down at you.

“Get up.” He growls, not even bothering to nudge you with his foot. You’re too far beneath him to bother.

A sad attempt is made by you once more before you’re collapsing on top of your weakened arms.

“I. Can’t.” You manage to get out through gritted teeth, squeezing your eyes shut through the pain.

Mingi snorts. “Pathetic.”

With a roll of his eyes, he storms away from you, barking out orders to set up the encampment. From what you can hear, he plans to move out during the night.

They need to stop to eat, anyways.

Insults are hurled your way by various underlings, some even going so far as to step on you as they walk passed. It’s as if you are worth no more than the dirt beneath their feet as you continue to lay there, weak and injured, just waiting and begging for death to finally claim you.

“You’ve really been a thorn in the general’s side ever since you joined us.” A voice to your left catches your attention.

“I didn’t ask to become a slave.” You retort is half grumbled into the earth, brow furrowing as you glare in the voice’s direction.

A chuckle is heard from above you. “Last I checked, you weren’t actually bound to this group.”

Out of the corner of your vision, you see a male, or rather, what appears to be a male, crouch beside you. He appears a bit shorter than his companions, perhaps even an inch or two shorter than you, and that’s saying something.

“My name’s Windfel,” he says lightly. “I’ve never met a human before. What’s your name?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you huff, finally managing to push yourself upwards and shrug those packs off of your back.

A hiss escapes you as you accidentally apply to much pressure to your right side, hand grasping over where that reopened cut resides. The dull throbbing you can feel, mixed in with the sight of days old blood and dirt only has you wincing. The wound is more than likely infected, and probably has been for the past few days. Only, you don’t have anything to treat it with, and it’s not like you can go around asking for help.

“Oh, you’re more clever than we give you credit for.” He grins. “You must know that telling a fae your true name means they have complete power over you.”

“You’re the ones who assumed me incompetent in the first place.” Your retort is low, and almost immediately, you flinch, as if bracing yourself for an impact of some sorts.

Again, he only chuckles. “That we did.”

“Is there something you want, Windfel?” The question is a bit harsh, despite you avoiding his gaze.

“Not in particular at the moment,” he hums. “I’m simply satisfying a mere curiosity. I’ve read a lot about you humans, thanks to the experiments in the Latha Court.”

“You experiment on humans?” Your eyes widen, a surge of panic washing through you.

“Yes.” He replies, somewhat cheerfully with a nod of his head. “We learn a lot about your kind that way.”

“You’re despicable.” A shudder caresses your spine.

“So I’ve been told.” He grins. “I am a redcap, you know.”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice him tip a flat cap stained dark red in your direction.

“I’m aware.” Your answer is blunt as you attempt to stand to your feet. You don’t get very far, for you immediately fall back onto your ass as your arms give out beneath you.

A small ‘oof’ escapes you as you land on your right side, eyes squeezing shut as more tears spring up from beneath where you’ve always tried to hide them.

“You’re not looking so good,” he observes.

“Thanks for noticing.” A low grumble is all he receives in response as you attempt to push yourself upwards once more.

Another chuckle. “I like your sense of humour.”

A side-eyed look is sent his way curtesy of you, “If you want to call it that.”

“Come on, I’ll help you.” He goes to lift you to your feet.

Immediately, you cower away from him, a brief panic filling your gaze as you fixate on his hands.

“I have no intentions of harming you right now.” He replies, somewhat calmly.

“Why are you trying to help me?” You eye him cautiously.

He shrugs. “I’m bored.”

As much as you don’t appreciate his answer, you have no better options. Somewhat reluctantly, you allow him to help you to your feet, guiding you to a tent already prepped and ready. He lifts the flap, allowing you to stumble your way inside and sitting in a chair as per his instruction.

The tent is large enough to fit three people comfortable, appearing more spacious on the inside than from the outside. You suppose it has to do with the magic of the fae, considering they’re able to store everything and carry it so efficiently in such packs, no larger than what you’re used to calling knapsacks.

“You know, you really have caused a great deal of annoyance for our general since your arrival.” He says as he grabs a roll of white medical cloth from a little side table.

“I never asked for this.” You mumble, keeping your head down.

“I’m aware you were brought unconscious into our ranks.” Windfel replies. “Is there a reason for that?”

“Not that I’m obliged to tell you.” Your eyes narrow suspiciously, watching every movement he makes closely.

You highly doubt anyone will come to your aid if you decide to scream for help.

“Just making conversation,” he responds, lifting his hands lightly in front of himself in a shrug. “I’m not a healer, so all I’m willing to do is let you wrap that wound. If you’re lucky, you won’t have to dress it when we get back to the keep.”

You purse your lips, eyeing Windfel as he places the roll of cloth beside you. A moment later, and he’s moving around the tent, rummaging through his own pack and pulling out a fresh pair of clothes.

“What, exactly, is this ‘keep’ you all continuously talk about?” You ask, somewhat warily.

He completely ignores your question, tossing the spare clothes at you.

“I don’t use these anymore, and although we typically enjoy the smell of blood, we don’t enjoy when wounds fester.” His nose crinkles along with his words. “There’s a small stream about a quarter of a mile to the northeast. I’ll take you there once you’re ready.”

“You’re being awful nice to me for someone who doesn’t like my kind,” You observe, eyeing him carefully.

“I care about my general, and anything I can do to… lesson his burdens, I will.” Comes Windfel’s simple reply. “When you’re ready, I’ll be outside.”

You watch him step out the opposite flap of the tent he entered, brow furrowing as the material slaps shut. Shouts can be heard outside, along with the hustle and bustle of the rest of the encampment being set up. You bet the rest wouldn’t have even notice you moved from that tree, yet.

Tilting your head downwards, you look at the clothes in your hand, feeling the fabric between your fingers. It’s been far too long since you’ve gotten any type of new clothing. Back in the human realm, the only time you got a new piece of clothing was when- no. You shouldn’t be thinking about that right now.

Swallowing thickly, you look over at that roll of white medical cloth. As much as you don’t trust this redcap, this is the first ounce of kindness you’ve received in quite a long time. There’s a part of you screaming at yourself not to believe it, but there’s another part, a part much more vulnerable that clings onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, things are starting to look up for you.

Your life has never been worth much, but perhaps someone is actually starting to see value in you that has never been there before. Then again, you probably shouldn’t get your hopes up. They’ve fallen too many times for you to count.

Taking a deep breath in, you grab that roll of medical cloth. Carefully, you wrap it in the bundle of clothes from Windfel, and stand back to your feet. Though you wobble slightly, you’re able to steady yourself, and within a minute, you’re exiting through the same flap that redcap did only moments before.

A single nod is all you give him as you stand outside the tent. A single nod of which he returns, motioning for you to follow him deep into the woods.

***

The journey to the stream is slow, taking well over an hour to get there. The distance is much greater than you were expecting, and the path isn’t easy at all. As much as Windfel seems to be ‘helping’ you, he did not once offer you a hand through the rough terrain of the woods through your travels.

“Will there be enough time?” You ask, eyeing the trickling water at the edge of the bank.

“Relax,” Windfel huffs out lightly. “Knowing the general, he’ll probably spend at least another two hours resting. So, as long as you don’t take too long, we’ll be fine.”

You purse your lips in response, but say nothing.

“I have no interest in watching you bathe, either, human.” He says, turning so his back is to you. “So, you needn’t worry about that.”

“I’ve never had much privacy, anyways.” You grumble, but as soon as the words leave your lips, your eyes widen. Terrified, you glance at Windfel’s back.

Choosing to either ignore your statement, or you entirely, he stands there, unmoving, His back is straight as he gazes out into the woods in the direction you both came, paying no mind to even the sound of water trickling behind you.

You turn back around.

Darting your gaze to the stream once more, you notice how clear the water seems to be. The movement against the stones appears languid, a gentle breeze flitting through the trees in the next moment. It’s almost as if the stream is inviting you in, luring you into it’s pristine waters, and the longer you stare at its enchanting depths, the more you long to dip your feet into its calming waters.

“What’s the catch?” You grit your teeth, cursing yourself for being so stupid.

“You humans always think there’s some sort of trick to everything, don’t you?” Windfel chuckles, and suddenly, you feel his hot breath on your neck. You didn’t even hear him move. “I could push you in, if you like, but I don’t think that would bode well for your wound.”

Your spine straightens. “I can get in myself, thank you very much.”

“You are most welcome.” The way you can practically feel him smile against your back has a shiver running down your spine.

A moment later, his presence at your back lessens, and you find yourself able to breathe easier once more. You spare a glance over your shoulder to see him resting in that same spot as before, his back turned as he begins to hum a small tune to himself. Eyeing him cautiously for a few moments, you finally turn back around to face the stream, deciding that he won’t actually do anything to you. Besides, even you are starting to not be able to handle your own stench, and that’s saying something.

Slowly, carefully, you begin stripping yourself of your old clothes. The tattered shirt you wear gets tossed onto the ground beside the new one, your pants following shortly after. You have enough mind to leave your undergarments on, just in case Windfel decides to play a trick of some sort on you, or run away with both sets of clothes. You still need something to wear, and Windfel is still a man.

Men are never good at keeping their promises. You learned that the hard way.

Stepping towards the very edge of the stream, you take your time sitting down. Each movement is stiff, pain shooting through your right side as you finally get a good look at the cut on your upper leg.

The wound festers, dried pus caked on the edge. The cut itself is swollen, days old blood littering the skin around it. From how bad it looks, you’re scared to even touch it, but a creeping thought in the back of your mind keeps you inching towards the water with every passing second.

You’ve had worse.

Carefully, you dip your toes into the crystalline water. It’s a bit cool to the touch, and causes you to jerk back, surprised by its icy feel. Yet, it’s alluring in a way, as if it’s the softest of silk that has ever caressed your skin. A luxury you have never been afforded, and you take the time now to savour it, despite the chill that clings to your feet as you submerge them beneath the gentle flow of the stream.

In no time at all, you feel yourself get used to the water’s icy chill, sinking deeper and deeper until you’re fully sitting on the edge of the river bank. Being mindful of your leg, you angle yourself so you can lean towards the water, cupping your hands together in order to gather the cool liquid in your palms and clean your wound.

The first few handfuls sting, but you grit your teeth and bear it. With each handful of water, more and more of the dirt, grime, and blood is washed away, revealing the cut to have gotten longer over the past few days. All that running around must have strained it, and reopened the wound over and over again, leading to the edges widening, and the cut deepening.

No wonder your whole leg has been aching. You just hope the infection isn’t already in your blood. There’s no telling what may happen to you, then.

“Oh my, that looks bad.”

A voice from above your head startles you, and you nearly go toppling into the stream. Looking up with a hand clutched over your chest, your eyes wide in panic, you see Windfel leaning over you, inspecting your cut.

“A few more days and you would have had to cut it off,” he remarks casually.

You physically feel your heart drop, your eyes briefly shifting to your right ankle. You swallow thickly, a jolt of pain travelling all the way from your foot upwards to your hip as tears unwillingly spring to your eyes. Almost involuntarily, you begin rapidly shaking your head, protests falling from numb lips.

“I’m just shanking ya!” He laughs, boisterously at that. He even goes so far as to pat your shoulder a few times, wiping tears of joy from the corner of his eyes.

“You’re not very funny.” You whisper, expression hard.

Windfel blinks, “Geez, tough crowd.”

You purposely avoid his gaze, looking back out over to the opposite bank of the stream. Your lips are pursed in a thin line as you slowly manage to get your breathing under control. Even you can hear the thunderous pounding of your own heartbeat, so you sure as hell know that Windfel can, too.

“I thought you weren’t going to watch me.” You mutter, slowly turning yourself further into the stream.

“No, I said I had no interest in watching you bathe.” He remarks, matter of factly. “There’s a difference.”

“If you say so,” you mutter, slipping into the water and putting a little bit of distance between you and that redcap. Not that it would really matter, in the long run.

The chill of the water causes your body to stiffen for a moment, only for the entirety of your muscles to immediately relax. The chill morphs into a gentle caress, and as you sink down to allow the water up to your neck, you find yourself letting out a small, blissful sigh through your nose. Involuntarily, your eyes slip shut.

“Feels better, doesn’t it?” Windfel hums.

Your eyes shoot open, turning to look over at the redcap who is back to standing in his original spot, facing away from you.

“I-“ you swallow, keeping your voice low. “I haven’t had a chance to bathe like this in a long time.”

“Yeah,” Windfel snorts. “I could tell.”

He makes a gesture similar to fanning the air in front of himself, and you find yourself rolling your eyes. You even go to far as to splash water in his direction before you can stop yourself.

Even though not a single drop of water touches him, your eyes still go wide. Not a muscle moves as you stare at him, your heartbeat thudding once more in your ears.

“Damn, human, you really are uptight.” Windfel snickers. “As if a little water could hurt me. It’s nice when such creatures are playful. Adorable, even.”

“I don’t think many would agree with you.” You mutter, gently pushing yourself backwards and creating just a tiny bit more distance between yourself and him.

“You’re probably right,” he hums. “Though, we all can agree on liking to be amused.”

“You confuse me.” You state blankly, rubbing at your skin lightly beneath the water and washing away any excess dirt and grime you can see.

“The feeling is very much mutual, human.” He replies. “I bet if you lived on your own as long as I have in the wild, you’d feel the same way.”

“Oh, yeah,” you hum, clearly not convinced as you dunk your head under the water briefly. “I’m sure.”

“Oh, come on! You’re telling me you’ve never lived in the woods before? Never fought for your own survival all by you little lonesome?” Windfel’s voice is slightly mocking, and you know he’s probably only trying to get a rise out of you.

Unfortunately, though, it’s working.

“I think you and I have two very different definitions of survival.” You say, scrubbing a bit harder at your skin.

“Perhaps that is true,” he hums once more, as if considering your words. “But come on, you can’t tell me you’ve never wanted to know what it’s like to live on your own.”

“How do you know if I’ve lived on my own or not?” You retort, eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion.

“I don’t.” Windfel shrugs. “From what those of us who care enough to read about your kind can gather, it’s observed that you usually go out on your own once you reach a certain age.”

“And you’re one of those that have read about my kind?” You quirk a brow.

The longer you spend talking with Windfel, the more you seem to ease into the conversation. Though the water continues to feel nice around you, you also decide that it’s time to remove yourself from the stream so you can quickly dry off and make it back to the others. The last thing you need is for something to happen, or for you to finally face the wrath of a redcap.

At this point, that may just be a blessing.

There’s almost a slight tug at the back of your mind. With each step you take towards the bank and your awaiting clothes, a small voice tells you to stay. The water seems to be caressing your entire body, becoming denser around you with each step. It’s almost as if the stream is trying to hold you down, to force you to not leave its waters. Yet, despite it’s almost enchanted callings, you persist, managing to pull yourself out of the crystalline water and back onto the side of the bank.

The consequences of staying far outweigh the rewards in your mind.

You fail to notice how Windfel’s brow quirks in surprise, but he continues on the conversation as if nothing is wrong.

“I’ve read a few things, yes.” He confirms. “Knowledge is power, or haven’t you heard?”

“Power is power, no matter where in the world.” You grumble, flicking off as much excess water on your body as you can before beginning to wrap your upper thigh with that medical cloth. Once finished, you tie it off quickly, but not tight enough that it will hurt you even more than you already are. A moment later, you stand back to your feet.

“Spoken like a true scholar,” Windfel teases lightly, his back still turned to you.

Slowly, you begin pulling on the clothes he leant you. The pants are a little short around the ankles, but they fit surprisingly well. Considering the size difference between the both of you, you’re surprised the shirt even managed to pull over your head, but it’s loose, and you’re grateful for the soft material that graces your skin.

“Still, you should definitely try living on your own at some point.” He remarks casually. “There’s no feeling quite like freedom.”

Your whole body freezes, gaze slowly trailing over to where Windfel stands, now at the edge of the wood. He seems to be holding a bundle in his hands, and when you look down, you realize that it’s your old, raggedy clothes.

“I wouldn’t know.” You state, rather firmly as your eyes narrow at the redcap across from you.

“Oh, yes, well,” he finally turns back around to face you, a grin tugging at his lips to reveal all too sharp fangs. “About that…”

“If you’re going to kill me, get it over with.”

Your words clearly catch him off guard, for now it’s his turn for his eyes to widen in shock.

“My dear, why would I want to kill you?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’ve done nothing but be forced upon us since the start. I may be a monster, but I’m not unreasonable.”

“Like I’ve never heard that one before.” You mutter, rolling your eyes.

Again, your breath hitches as soon as the words leave your lips, and you find yourself flinching backwards away from Windfel instinctually.

He frowns, but doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he says, “I told you. I care about my general and how much your presence burdens him. It’s easier this way if you just disappear.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You want me to disappear, but not kill me?”

“For the most part.” He blinks, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“How do you expect me to do that?” You frown, doing whatever you can to hide the clear exasperation in your voice.

“Run away.” He states.

“Excuse me?”

“Run away.” He repeats with a slight shrug of his shoulders. “I doubt they’ll even notice you’re gone.”

Now, it’s your turn to blink at him. Once. Twice. Three times in disbelief as you cannot keep your mouth from falling open in shock.

“You’re shitting me.”

“I think the whole point of you bathing was for that to no longer be the case.” He says smartly. “I told you. You’re a burden to our general, and if I can relieve that burden from his shoulders, I’ll do whatever it takes. You’re not currently being hunted, so there’s no reason to kill you right now.”

“And where will I go?” You ask, incredulously. “I have nothing-“

“Find the Latha court, I’m sure those human lovers will take you in.” He cuts you off, a slight twitch to his brow. “Go that way,” he points off to your left with a clawed finger. “There’s a small town. I’m sure someone will give you a hand.”

“Like you did?” You quirk a brow, eyeing Windfel carefully.

“Exactly.” He nods. “Now, you best be on your way, little mortal. My patience is starting to wear thin.”

Though the last part of his words he says in a cheerful voice, the way his eyes gleam in the light of the setting sun unnerves you.

Without waiting for another chance, you take the one presented to you.

“I better not see you around again.” Windfel hums, and you can hear him beginning to trudge in the opposite direction that you are. “You won’t like it if you do.”

A shiver caresses your spine at his words, and you find yourself picking up your pace. Reaching the opposite end of the little clearing where the stream is, you quickly spare a glance over your shoulder. Windfel is nowhere to be seen, and you do not know if it should relieve you, or terrify you. All you do know, is that you have to put as much distance between yourself and that gang of redcaps as you can. To start, you just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

The trek into town is a lot easier than you thought it would be. It only takes you about forty minutes to reach the outskirts, and with every step, you seem to gain better footing than before. The ache in your leg is dulling, and your head is the clearest it’s been in weeks. You don’t trip over any roots, or stumble over any rocks, either. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say things are actually starting to look up for you.

That’s when it hits you.

Is this even reality anymore?

Windfel could have cast a glamour over you. You could be under some sort of spell, or undergone some weird magic while bathing in that stream. You have no way of knowing what is true or not, unless you talk to someone. Even then, your chances of them tricking you are high, but it may be the only way to tell what is true or not.

Standing at the edge of the town, you do a quick scan of those you can see. The sun has already set, and the faint glow of lanterns casts a warmth around the surrounding buildings. There seems to be only a few people milling about, and honestly, you shouldn’t really call them people at all. From what you can gather, all these beings appear to faeries. Some have grand wings that sprout from their backs, ranging from feathered to those of the insect variety. Others, you can only discern from their height and pointed ears. The few flashes of razor sharp teeth aren’t that reassuring, either.

The only relief seems to be that all of the inhabitants steer perfectly clear of you. Save for one, who watches you fidget from across the way. His gaze dances with amusement, and you don’t know if that unnerves you more than if he were glaring. Long, dark hair is pulled back in a half-ponytail to showcase his sharp features. He sits on the edge of some steps leading up to what appears to be a shop of some sorts, his elbows resting on his thighs as he leans forward.

The moment he catches you staring, his eyebrows quirk curiously.

Turning away quickly, you curse yourself. You’ve always been used to blending in back home, that you didn’t realize just how much you’d stick out in the Fae realm. Perhaps you really are in over your head, but where else are you supposed to go?

A voice, smooth and deep, coming from behind startles you.

“Are you lost, Little One?”

#thrill of the hunt #cultofdionysusnet #mfu-net #yandere mingi #yandere ateez #mingi scenario #mingi imagine #ateez scenario #ateez imagine #kpop scenario #kpop imagine #yandere kpop #kpop au #fantasy au #chubby reader #tall reader #fae au

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nicole-ashwood · 2 months ago

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Double Exposure: A guide on how we make them pay and the signs that will show it's working

Yes, I know a lot of the hate is going to Deck Nine, and believe me some of that is deserved. But ultimately Square has final Veto power and dictates where the story goes thanks to studio mandates.

Either way, this first part is how we focus our own power and make the bastards fix this. You want change? Here's a guide.

Do not buy ANY more Life is Strange products. Corporate bastards only pay attention to cash flow. Hit their wallets.

If you have self control and decent writing skills, leave a review on Metacritic. Praise what works (Hannah, some of the writing, the inklings of a background plot revolving around an evil future Max), and damn everything else.

Everyone else? Try and do the same on Steam. Just make sure you have enough playtime (~30 min - 1 hour) so people will be more aware. Quality doesn't matter on Steam so much as the Community Score.

Attack the story and writing choices, not the cast and writers. Bosses exist for a reason, focus your fire if you plan on referencing anyone.

Do not dox, send death threats, or do ANYTHING that they can use to justify your dismissal. You want this fixed, don't stoop to their level.

If you can, vote in any game awards the series appears in. Hannah has another game on the way, we'll make sure she gets her proper praises then.

Get your opinions where they matter. Instagram, TikToc, Reddit, and Twitter are where the search algorithms look. Make sure people know how bad they fucked up here.

Return the game if you can, and just watch Let's Plays. Bleed them dry.

This game will only sell if we aren't loud enough. Games are expensive. Your average buyer will still look up reviews and scores before they pop down a 50.

You want change? Don't say it's hopeless and get to work.

You die when you lose hope, and if anything I at least plan on taking as big a chunk out of them as possible before then.

And now for signs we need to keep an eye out for.

Anonymous Employee leaks and what tone they are going with. If the leaks show us things like Arcadia Bay, character returns, or anything else that gives us a hint to the plot taking place in AB, those are good signs.

Keep an eye on anyone who might return, and what their upcoming work is. Rhianna/Chloe has the mystery Lead and is our best clue, but the actors for Joyce, David, Victoria, Steph, Alex, and Ryan are all people we need to keep an eye out for. If they plan on bringing in LiS 2, then keep an eye out for Daniel's actor. He is the only one who could really return.

Watch for updates to the Remasters and series wide collectors editions. Square is going to milk the shit out of any capstone game, and this is where they'll do it.

Look for collabs that feature Max AND Chloe. Those will be meant to keep the series fresh in peoples minds up until 2027/early 2028 (assuming the tweet screenshot I posted previously continues to be true).

Books that highlight Chloe's view will probably be on the way soon. A lot of the stuff we've seen regarding Chloe in this game points to them revising what they originally wrote so Chloe appeared less toxic then originally wanted (yes, I just heaved when I wrote that). These books will continue to soften her, and ensure that she is single for the next game. Yeah, I fully expect the next game to ape the theme of restoring bonds from the first.

Keep an eye on their LinkedIn. As of this writing, they have 101 employees, half of which are artists and designers. Expect that number to increase come January. The finance report for this game will be out by then, and Square will probably pour more cash into D9 to hasten the next games release.

This series can be salvaged. It needs to be salvaged, if anything because it's the loudest voice gaming has for those who are marginalized. This series, in our current hellworld, is too damn important to end on some bullshit pivot like this, but it's only going to make it if we force their hands ourselves.

If you are a fan.

If you care about LGBTQ+ issues.

If you want to help those who feel alone and without anything to look up to in life.

Then by the Gods you damn well better do your part.

#life is strange: double exposure #lis de #life is strange double exposure #pricefield #chloe price #max caulfield #life is strange

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r0-boat · 1 year ago

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If Honkai star rail men had GWA accouts. Part 1?

Nsfw

Read Part 2 here

Cw: predator and prey, noncon, mentions of blood, breeding, creampie, pet play, power play, size kink

Gn! Reader x Caelus, Sampo, Blade, Jing Yuan

Caelus

Caelus literally posts whatever he wants. However, primarily ramble-faps, where his listeners can listen to how vocal he becomes when his hand is around his wet, leaking cock. His whimper is moans and pleads to be inside you all for you to hear

But no matter if it's a shit post meant to make you laugh or something serious, his audio will always have some sort of storyline.

Usually his predator&prey/noncon are his most popular for good reason, too; Caelus who makes it sound like he's tossing you around, growling and grunting in your ear while he pins you down onto the ground. His breath shakes as he tries to inhale more air and your scent, all the while using all of his strength to keep you from moving or getting away from him, his mouth drooling from the thought of taking you right here and now. And he will tell you this, coo about how you're so small and weak underneath him. He has caught you, and now you should rightfully submit to him.

Caelus is a switch, and he is not afraid to show every dark desire he has on his account. Sometimes a guy just wants to wear pretty makeup and then get fucked to the point where that makeup smears all over his face; or whimper for his master to let him cum.

Pet names for listener

Babe/baby

Darling

Sampo

Whimpering audios. Just kidding, if you want those, you'll have to pay him ;). Most, if not all, of his audio is where he spends weeks or months writing a script and making it are all paywalled, and he takes great pride in his work. ( though he hopes to God no one recognizes him in public)

First had the idea of prostituting his sexy voice for free money now he's far too deep and actually will get upset if you say his work is garbage. Excuse you his audios are a work of art he's already in A+ actor he doesn't need your criticism.

Sampo is very pan so of course, he's going to make audio pandering to his fellow Pansexuals. It can make his tone and Pitch higher to match up more feminine voice, so a lot of his threesome audios are just himself role-playing with himself.

As a good salesman mixed with the audience's wants, and if his audience wants to be called a good boy, girl, or toy, then who is he to refuse? Most of his audio has some form of praise kink. He just can't help but say nothing but nice things to his beloved fans. His most popular audios, however, are the ones where he either objectifies himself or objectifies the listener treating them as a prized possession or a slutty fuck toy.

Pet names for listener

Babe/baby

Beautiful/handsome

Doll

Blade

all his audios are dead dove or very dark. He treats his poor listeners like nothing more than a piece of meat for him to tear apart. His audios are seriously not for the faint of heart especially those who are more squeamish too pain or mentions of blood.

His audios are just a way for him to get off, so he hardly ever edits and pretty much only does the scripts he likes from other people. Though it would be lying if Blade said he didn't like all the attention he'd been getting, so he gets a new mic, a better one, so it could pick up the sounds of his wet cock when he strokes it.

His favorite scripts to do is yandere, noncon or any type of Slashers; Blade is most active during the fall mostly October when those type of content is more likely produced. If his audience isn't scared and aroused the same time then he's not doing a good job... he usually is not one to collab, but Jing Yuan asked(begged him) to collab and the script he sent was so delicious that he just had to show up.

In any audio he does he likes to be mean and degrade and use your body, even if he does softer audios where he's more gentle and loving he still likes to be on the snarky side he can't spoil you all rotten now can he?

Pet names for listener

Whore

Bitch

Fuck doll

Cocksleeve.

Jing Yuan

Says he does it as a hobby but has not only the best Mic but has that Mic where his voice will be on either side of you. He loves the praise he gets from his adoring fans, that seems to Hell and back over his sexy voice. Even though he only does the audios he wants to hear his fans will eat it up like it's breakfast lunch and dinner.

He almost exclusively does Scripts and occasionally ramblefaps. However, when something you know is on his mind and he's so horny he can't think, and the scripts he finds just aren't scratching that itch, he'll do it himself.

He prefers audio is where he is in a position of power over the listener he loves power play with a bit of size kink. Most of his audio has breeding or creampie. Talking about how his big cock is stretching you out and that he's close to cumming inside you gets him off so much.

However his most favorite is one of a pet play kink where he lends his dear pet to Blade but not before teaching him how to take care of you properly and how you need love, care, and praise. However blade rolling his eyes just tells him that he is spoiling you and proceeds to destroy your holes with his fat cock and degrade you while Jing Yuan watches, slowly stroking himself.

Pet nemes

Pet

Dear

Beloved

Sweetheart

#smut #honkai x reader #honkai sampo #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #blade honkai #jing yuan hsr #hsr caelus #caelus x reader #caelus x reader smut #hsr blade #blade x reader #hsr jing yuan #honkai jing yuan #jing yuan #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail scenarios #Gwa #Audio

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semisolidmind · 11 months ago

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Hi there, how are you?

So I came across your eternal servants au pic, and I was just wondering how would the dynamics change between the twice as bad duo and Peaches if she was their master? And how would they be the same or at least similar?

No pressure to answer obviously, I was just curious because it's such a cool pic.

(eh. i cant think of a good reason for her to be their master in my au, so ill just describe what my reader would be like as the master in @emelinstriker 's universe)

reader is a very benevolent master. she doesn't want to punish her champions. and it's only partially because...she doesn't think she can? they're all incredibly powerful, so...what right does she have as a relatively normal human to enact any sort of repercussions on them?

however, she also doesn't want them to kill if they can help it. i imagine she would attempt to talk any enemies down first (if she's present) before one of her fellas has to step in and take the aggressor out.

i really can't see reader giving orders to the champions unless she has to. it just feels so...wrong to give them commands, like they're nothing more than machines. she feels a sense of remorse for the champions. reader can't help but wonder who they were before.

reader doesn't play favorites. mostly because all of the champions unsettle her to some degree. she just can't get used to the idea that these powerful beings are at her beck and call.

however, wukong, macaque, mk, and azure are the ones she interacts with the most. the others seek her out as well (as is their want), but at least one of these four are never far from her side.

(i know it's just a cute collab w/ @theweepingegg and it's not canon, but bean mk is a cutie, so that's how he'll appear here) lil guy mk follows reader around like a duckling. reader genuinely can't help but baby him, he's just too cute. he'll tug on her skirts for attention and look up at her with those big ol eyes; she has to pick him up, she can't resist. it doesn't matter that he's capable of incredible violence, he's just a lil guy!

idk exactly how the masters are usually "acquired," but i imagine that reader was living a fairly normal life before she was nabbed and brought to the palace. she takes an exhausted pride in the fact that she didn't freak out as bad as she could have. and y'know, in spite of the way she got there, reader really hasn't minded having all this free time.

if the palace has a library, that's where you can usually find reader. she feels safer in there than anywhere else.

the only champion who gives reader a hard time is mink (of course). however, it's less in a "genuinely doesn't like her" kinda way and more in a "teasing her because he thinks it's funny and otherwise doesn't mind her" kinda way. he thinks it's funny to rile her up, knowing she won't actually punish him. the others don't really voice their opinions on the masters, so i think mink's attitude is a good indicator for whether a master is a good one.

overall, reader tries her best to be a good master. she knows her champions are doing their best.

#i think about emelins au occasionally #I really want to draw her version of azure w reader

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r1999isgonnakillmeoneday · 5 months ago

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i have been getting a tad bit too obsessed with reverse 1999 lately and compiled some stuff around might edit it if i find more

this yapping session will be abt sonetto

her name is deprived from a fourteen line poetry called the Sonnet while also having the meaning of “little song or sound’

her udimo is a dog called Cirneco Dell’Etna a breed that originated from italy as stated in her storyboard

she doesn't know her date of birth and uses the date of when she was adopted by the foundation as her birthday (January 10th)

she's 16 yrs old

she's speculated to be 5'3 ft or 160 cm

her compliments are so sincere that people are often too shy to face her (the rizzler)

back in SPDM she was worried about vertin's arcane skill exams and tutored her privately

a helper in the SPDM once found a challenge letter with pink heart patterns in the trash bin (might imply that the letter was from matilda to sonetto)

sonetto is an artist as stated in her 80% bond story and glassfeder's description

sonetto likes collecting newspapers and treasures them

every year she gets a present from vertin on her birthday which is mostly a collection of poems

it’s implied (this is really obvious) that she has a crush on the timekeeper/Vertin and has also been implied sonetto's va during the reddit Q&A

on her medal she has an embroidered dog on it (i just thought this was cute)

since she doesn't know much about the outside world or her culture she doesn't see anything wrong with pineapple pizza or gelato pizza for that matter (april fools and pizza hut collab comic)

she keeps a frog in a jar in her room

time for voiceline analysis

"Sempre caro mi fu quest'ermo colle.”

this quote is derived from the poem L’Infinito by Giacomo Leopardi in the autumn of 1819 the poem is meant to show how he yearns to travel beyond his restrictive hometown of Recanati and experience more of the world that he studied.

this can also show the way sonetto might have wished to see the outside world just as she studied on the textbooks

"Regna sereno intenso ed infinito.”

a line from the poem Mezzogiorno Alpino written after a short stay in Courmayeur, Giosuè Carducci reflects on the clear Alpine landscape, with the aim of highlighting the power of nature.

the trees stood as if to enjoy the pleasure of the sunlight penetrating their branches, absolute silence dominates, broken only by the rustling of the river water.

this might show how much interest and adoration sonetto shows towards things outside of the foundation

“So long lives this and this gives power to thee.”

a line from the famous poem Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare, where he used this poem to praise the beauty of his beloved where their beauty is more preferable than a hot summer day. theres a bit of a change in the lines "So long lives this and this gives life to thee." the original line used life instead of power, it wouldn't really make sense if they used life for a buffer it would've been more of a healing skill so i get it

(i actually don't know what link this has towards sonetto soo fun fact sonnet 18 was about a man)

"I know the moon and this is an alien city”

the line is derived from the poem A London Thoroughfare 2 A.M by Amy Lowell the meaning of this poem is the feeling of being lost in a busy city, expressing emotions such as loneliness and being overwhelmed and how the only thing familiar to the writer was the moon. (aight im sorry idk how to word this one again another fun fact Amy Lowell is a sapphic and likes to call her muse or lover Lady of the moon)

“Each moment, now night.”

One of the lines from the poem Night by Max Weber (not the sociologist, also not sure on what to write since i dont actually know what the poem actually means i like to think that its about the silence and darkness of the night to show loneliness)

so basically most of these references loneliness and adoration towards the things the writer wrote about which might link to how sonetto might feel adoration and curiosity for the outside world and how she might've felt lonely in the foundation after being closed off from the outside world

(sorry if some words might not make sense and for how many things i've kept blank i failed literature so feel free to correct me im always up for discussion, its funny the way i found out most poets are queer are because of this)

#re1999 #重返未来1999 #sonetto #reverse 1999 #r1999 #sonetto reverse 1999 #r1999 spoilers

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thelargefrye · 2 years ago

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OPERATION OUTLAW: BEFORE THE BOOM ... 23:43 (18+)

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pairing : wooyoung x f!reader

genre : cyberpunk-western, ateez biker gang au, smut, hurt / comfort

word count : 4k

warnings : language, wooyoung gets his bike taken by authorities, a lot of like crying and hints of self doubt (?), wooyoung calls yn a lot of petnames (babe, pretty girl, my pretty y/n)

smut warnings : unprotected sex, sex in a van, slight marking

note : a @cultofdionysusnet collab! this is apart of an eight piece story, so in order to get the full picture, it is recommended to read the other members as well.

check out the fic playlist [ here ]

you and wooyoung have been partners since you both joined the gang. but recently things just haven't been the same especially with the recent mission slowly approaching faster and faster.

"hey woo, its your turn to go get the food," san says from the back of the van. he moves to where he's closer to the front seats, where you and wooyoung are sitting.

"what? i went last time," wooyoung says, looking at his friend with an almost disgusted face.

"yeah, but that cute girl is working at yeosang's work tonight," san says and you can tell that for whatever reason, he's trying to get wooyoung out of the van.

"hm? what girl?" you ask curious that this is the first time you're hearing about this.

"ah, don't worry about it," he says before shooting san a dirty look. "is there anything you want?" he asks san, a frown painting his lips.

"the usual," san says with a smirk.

"what do you want?" wooyoung ask, turning to you. you can't help but note that coldness in his tone as he talks to you.

"oh, um, the usual," you tell him and nods before grabbing his phone and wallet before getting out of the van. you watch him through the windshield as he walks down the street and around the corner to where the restaurant yeosang had been working at is.

when wooyoung is out of sight, that's when you suddenly turn around and look at san with sharp eyes. your sudden motion seems to take him by surprise as you note the look of said surprise on his face.

"why did you make him go get food? it was my turn?" you asked with a raised eyebrow. you couldn't help but wonder why san wanted your partner out of the van.

"because i wanted to talk to you," he says moving back to his spot before he's patting the seat next to him, beckoning you to join him.

"talk?" you say as you get out of the van and round the back before joining him. you sit yourself on the makeshift bag that had seemingly been both yours and wooyoung's bed for the past few months– well it had been before recently. wooyoung one night suddenly switching to the other side of the van with san. the two of them squished up on san's own makeshift bed. "what do we need to talk about?"

san lets out a sigh before he's looking at you. "the mission we are going on tomorrow, wooyoung doesn't want you coming along. he asked hongjoong to take you off,” he says and you can only look at him in shock.

wooyoung asked hongjoong to take you off the mission? but the two of you always go on missions together, no matter how dangerous they are.

the news definitely didn't help the unsettling storm of moths flying around in your stomach. it was hard not to notice how wooyoung was slowly distancing himself from you. however, there was only so far he could go when you were both trapped in this small van with one other person.

the two of you have been partners since you joined the resistance. wooyoung taking you under his wing basically and always keeping you close to him. any mission you did, wooyoung went along with you and vice versa. wherever wooyoung was, you weren't too far behind. but recently that hasn't been the case. was he getting tired of you? that's the only thing that could explain when he suddenly leaves on his bike at random times. was he just trying to get away from you?

fuck, you think you're going to be sick. was wooyoung really getting tired of you?

“why?” is all you can ask, looking at your other partner who only shrugs his shoulders.

“i think he’s just worried about something going wrong. he doesn’t want you getting caught or hurt,” san explains but it still doesn’t make you any less hurt by it. does he think you can’t handle yourself? "but that's not the only thing i wanted to talk to you about," he says, gaining your attention before you could go too deep into thought.

"what else did you want to talk about?"

"i think you should tell wooyoung how you feel. i'm tired of seeing you both pinning after each other. there's too much tension between the two of you and not enough space for all three of us and it in this van."

"there's no tension san, and besides, you're one to talk about tension and confessions," you say and san can only huff at your words.

"i'm being serious. you guys are basically married with how you act and live. might as well air your feelings out to each other, don't know when you'll get a more perfect chance than this," he tells you and you know he's right.

"obviously not recently," you begin, "wooyoung has barely spoken to me these past few days and he kept going off to who knows where during the day. that's why the fucking authorities took his bike."

the two of you were so close to each other. you were his cardinal, his pretty girl, babe, his y/n. that's why it was so easy to fall in love with him. but it seemed like you and wooyoung weren't ever going to be anything more than partners in trying to take the government and the android guardians down.

"wooyoung is just being–

he is interrupted by the van doors swinging open. promptly startling you both, but you let out a sigh when you see its only wooyoung back with food.

wooyoung's eyes immediately meet yours and you see his relaxed face turn tense when he notices how upset you look. he then turns to san, sending him a glare before asking, "what did you say to her? why is y/n upset?"

it was crazy how despite wooyoung's recent attitude towards you, he can still tell when you're upset. the fact that he even asked or noticed catches you off guard. maybe he can only tell because that's what you get for spending every waking (and sleeping) moment together.

"i told her about the mission," san says, leaving it at that and avoid mentioning the other thing he brought up.

wooyoung looks like a deer in headlights when san's words settle in. and then you watch him look between you and san before his eyes rest on you and your hurt face. he opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but closes it before he looks away from you, ashamed.

"why did you ask hongjoong to take me off the mission? why didn't you talk to me about it?" you ask, the hurt clearly in your voice as you question him.

"y/n... can we talk about it later," wooyoung says, eyes casted downward as to avoid yours. he comes into the van, closing the door behind him as he hands you your food and san his. you honestly don't think you can sit next to him, so you opt to move beside san.

the three of you ate in silence, tension high and noodles shitty as always. you got about five bites in before you lost your appetite and set your noodles aside before climbing out of the back and returning to your seat in the front.

you can hear wooyoung and san whispering to each other, but you honestly don't care about what they have to say. they're probably talking about the mission, which only makes you not care more, but also upsets you more. if wooyoung really did ask hongjoong to take you off the mission the protect you, then why didn't he say anything? why didn't he talk to you about it instead of going behind your back.

"hey y/n," san's voice brings you out of your thoughts as you look up into the rearview mirror, eyes immediately meeting wooyoung's before they move to meet san's. "have you heard from mingi and koa yet?" he asks and you shake your head.

"no," you say, "probably fucking off somewhere," you add with an annoyed sigh as you turn to move your eyes out the window.

you can't help the unsettling feeling in your stomach as you let your mind wander. san mentioning some girl at the restaurant comes back up and you can't help but wonder why san would bring it up to wooyoung. did san want you to confess to wooyoung, so he could let you down. tell you that he was interested in someone else? you can't help the nauseous wave that washes over you at the thought of having to face wooyoung's rejection and still having to work with you.

unless... no. he wouldn't do that would he? does this also have something to do with wooyoung not wanting you on the mission? did wooyoung not want to be partners anymore? did he not want to see you after rejecting you, knowing that you love him? fuck, you think you're going to be sick. you let your head fall in your hands as you try to will the sudden nausea away.

"babe, are you okay?" wooyoung's voice is full of concern as he moves forwards towards where you are sitting. stuff is blocking him from fully reaching you and you are glad for that, not knowing if you could handle wooyoung being any closer.

"i-i need some air," you say, throwing the door open and practically throwing yourself onto the sidewalk. you squat down next to the van and allowing it to hide you from any prying eyes. you hear some movement in the van before wooyoung is stepping out, face full of worry as he rushes over to you.

"y/n, are you okay? what's wrong?" he asks, squatting down next to you.

"i just... i just need a second," you say, taking a deep breath as wooyoung rubs circles into your back. you wish him trying to comfort you was more soothing, but it wasn't. the two of you stay like this for a few moments and you're grateful how wooyoung doesn't speak. despite the things you were previously thinking, you still love wooyoung and the yearning for him near you was still strong.

it was only when you felt cramps in your legs, them slowly beginning to fall asleep is when you stood up. "where's san?" you ask, realizing the boxer was nowhere to be seen.

"he left a while ago," he says, guiding you to the back of the van and helping you inside. "i asked him to leave, so we could talk."

you choose to stay silent as you sit down where san had previously been sitting while wooyoung sits across from you.

"that bastard... san wasn't supposed to tell you. i wanted to," he starts off immediately and you can't help but feel nervous at how he jumps right into it.

"why?" its weak and soft, but wooyoung still hears it.

"i... i wanted to make sure you were safe. the whole mission is just... it's just too dangerous. i wanted to know you would be safe," he says but you can't help the little voice in the back of your head wanting to argue with him.

"are you sure it's not because of something else?" the little voice wins.

but wooyoung looks at you confused, "why would there be something else, babe?"

"i don't know. we always go on missions together and suddenly you don't. you go behind my back with it, like you were trying to hide it, hide something from me."

"what are you trying to get at?"

"it just seems like you don't want to be partners anymore. first it's this mission and then soon it'll slowly add up before boom... we aren't partners anymore, and you're carrying on with your life and i'm left behind," you don't look at wooyoung. don't want to see the guilty expression on his face knowing that you probably called him out.

but not looking at him makes you realize the tears that were running down your face and dripping onto your hands that laid in your lap.

"no, y/n... that's, fuck– that's crazy," you hear him say before he's moving closer. his hands come up to cup your cheeks, so you have to look at him. "i will never leave you behind. i promised you when you joined that we would stick together. this mission, i don't know what will happen– hey, stop crying pretty girl – i can get caught, it's happened plenty of times already, but if you got caught... that's something i wouldn't be able to handle. i just want you to be safe because i..."

"because what?" you ask, searching his eyes in hopes of seeing the one emotion you want him to feel towards. the same emotion you feel towards him.

"because i love you, isn't that obvious," he says, wiping your tears away before he kisses you. you couldn't help the surprise that took over you before you realized what was going on and hurriedly kissed wooyoung back.

you ran your fingers through his semi-long hair and you can't help but grip it in order to help ground yourself. this didn't feel real, wooyoung confessing his feelings right before kissing you. it felt like a dream.

you broke the kiss, the both of you breathless and wooyoung rests his forehead against yours. his eyes never looking away from yours and you can't help but feel a little nervous from his stare. you slip one of your hands out his hair, the other one resting on the back of his neck, fiddling with the ends of his hair. you always did like playing with his hair.

"this isn't a dream is it?" you ask him and wooyoung cracks a smile at you.

"no babe, its not a dream," he answers back before pressing another kiss to your lips.

"this feels like a lot is happening right now," you confess, your stomach twisting up in a rather ugly feeling. wooyoung furrows his eyebrows as he pulls away a little bit, but he reaches over to hold your hand and gives it a comforting squeeze.

"i understand, babe, i shouldn't have kept this all from you plus with the mission tomorrow... we don't have a lot of time left to talk," he says and you nod your head. "i wasted a lot of time already by not talking to you sooner."

"what are you going to do now?" you ask, feeling an odd sense of confidence rush through you as you look at wooyoung.

"let me make it up to you with another kiss," he says, face coming extremely close to your own, forehead resting against your own.

"i think i'm gonna need more than just a kiss for the emotional hell you put me through, woo," you say, moving your head away from your partner and gently pushing at his forehead to tease him.

wooyoung lets out a small laugh before he's pulling you closer to him and moving you to sit next to him on your makeshift bed.

wooyoung pushes you gently by the shoulders, having you lay down on your shared makeshift bed. wooyoung moves to hover over you before he's kissing you again, his uses one of his hands to keep himself propped up while his other hand roams your body. his free hand then goes to fiddle with the buttons of your shirt and you're surprised by how effortlessly he's unbuttoning your shirt with one hand.

you can't help the moan that escapes you as wooyoung softly gropes and squeezes your breast over your bralette. you feel him smile in your kiss before he's pulling away to look down at you.

"is this what you had in mind?" he asked as he sits up to straddle your hips before he's unbuttoning his own shirt.

"hmm, actually i thinking more of a massage, but i guess this can work too," you tease, allowing your hands to come up and feel wooyoung's chest. he lets out a sigh, head tilting back as he feels your hands roam his chest.

wooyoung the leans down, lips trailing from your jaw, neck, collarbone, and finally down to your chest. you feel him leave small love bites on your skin before he's either pressing a wet kiss to the spot and licking at your skin. either way he's sending a wave of pleasurable goosebumps over your skin.

"woo..." you moan out softly, pushing at his shirt to reveal his shoulders. wooyoung senses you trying to remove his shirt and helps you by effortlessly removing it and tossing it somewhere beside you both.

"my pretty y/n," he says as he kisses down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your pants. he hums softly before he's undoing the button and zipper of your pants. it takes a moment to get your pants off, the cramped space of the van not doing either of you any favors. but wooyoung is quickly going back to kissing your body, grabbing your ankle and kissing up your calf and thigh before he reaches your underwear.

wooyoung rubs you through your underwear and you let out a moan due to the friction it causes. you can see the grin that overtakes his features before he's pressing a kiss to your cunt. you can't help but want to roll your eyes at how he's teasing you.

"aren't you supposed to be making this up to me? not teasing me?" you question as you run a hand through his hair. wooyoung nuzzles into your hand before moving back up to hover over you.

"who knew you had no patience when it comes to getting dick," he teases before pressing a deep kiss to your lips. "fine, i won't tease," he says before hooking his finger in your underwear and removing them a lot more easily than your pants. he leans back down to your pussy, "next time i'll make sure to kiss you properly," he whispers and you roll your eyes, letting out a small laugh as well.

wooyoung smiles at you before he's removing his pants and underwear, and you also quickly remove your shirt and bralette. once you both are naked, wooyoung is quick to settle between your legs. you can't help but think how unreal this is, almost like its too good to be true. you've loved wooyoung for as long as you can remember and to have him confess and between your legs in the same night. unreal.

"hey, what's wrong, babe?" he asks, calling you that silly yet endearing nickname he's always called you. wooyoung's hand comes up to your face and wipes away your tears that you didn't even know you had. "do you want to stop?"

"no... no, i'm just... i'm just so happy. i love you, wooyoung," you tell him and he smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you. swallowing the moans that leaves you as he pushes his cock inside you.

you immediately wrap your arms around wooyoung, one hand running through his hair the nth time tonight while the other runs down his back. your legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts into you.

"f-fuck, woo! ah!" you moan out, back arching as he continues to thrust inside of you. his cock stretching you out and continuously getting closer to hitting your sweet spot.

"you're so tight, y/n, fuck– it feels really good," he says as he repositions himself, your legs unwrapping around his waist as he grabs your hips in a tight grip.

you could feel wooyoung's thrust start to pick up and along with his hips moving faster, you noticed the van also slowly start to shake. you help but think about how if anyone walked by, they would immediately know what you and wooyoung were doing. the thought makes you clench around your partner who lets out a moan.

"f-fuck babe! you can't clench around me like that, i might not last much longer if you do," wooyoung tells you and you can't help but smile at your lover.

"what are you? some hormonal teenage boy?" you attempt to tease, but your laugh turns into a startled moan when wooyoung hits your sweet spot. the pleasure shoots a chill down your spine and wooyoung takes a moment to laugh at you.

"s-so cute, babe. you're my pretty y/nnie aren't you? this is all just for me," he says as one of his hands come to intertwine with your own.

at this point you can feel the whole van start to shake as your orgasm draws closer and closer. you let out a string of sounds that are a mixture of moans, curses, and wooyoung's name. but honestly, he isn't any better as his thrust start to become sloppy.

"are you close w-woo? you gonna come inside me?" you ask using your free hand to run up and down his chest. you can't help but admire the thin layer of sweat on his skin, you notice a bead of sweat running down his face as he moves one last time to hover over you.

wooyoung smashes his lips to yours in one last heated kiss before the both of you are coming with a call of each other's names. wooyoung's hips still inside you as you feel him paint your walls with his seed. the feeling of him filling you up leaves you breathless for a moment as you lay there while your partner presses open mouth kisses to your sweaty skin.

"i love you," he whispers as the two of you lay there still connected.

"i love you, too," you say back, holding wooyoung close to you.

"y/n..." he trails off but doesn't finish and so you let out a small 'hmm' to encourage him to talk. "y/n," why is he just calling out your name?

"wooyoung," you say back. "wooyoung?"

"y/n! hey, babe!" your eyes snap open at the sound of wooyoung's voice as you feel him gently shove at your shoulder.

"what?" you ask with a groan as you feel the sleep melt away as you wake up.

wait. wake up? fuck... was that– was that all a dream?

"gosh what kind of dream were you having, babe?" he asks as you turn to look at him with shocked eyes. your eyes drift to the van clock to realize its only 11:43, fuck. "you kept calling my name? are you okay?" wooyoung adds looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "also you got some drool on your chin."

you can't help but feel embarrassed by the fact that not only did you have a wet dream about wooyoung, but you also drooled. you wipe away the quickly drying drool before you turn to see san still sitting in the back of the van, also looking at you with worry.

"yeah, i dreamed that you were a giant chicken that was chasing me," you say in an attempt to wipe the growing smirk off his face.

"tsk, brat," he mumbles, looking away from you and back down at his phone. "you'll be smirking and laughing when you're by yourself tomorrow," he adds and that's when you remember the mission him and san are going on tomorrow.

"come on, woo, i know you'll miss me," you tease, the dream you just had giving you confidence boost and wooyoung turns to you with a raised eyebrow.

"did me as a giant chicken chasing you give you a confidence boost or something?" he asks and you shrug your shoulders.

"something like that," you say as you turn to look at him. you both share a rather heated glance at each other. wooyoung turns to send san a knowing look making the boxer let out a sigh.

"yeah, yeah, i'll see you guys later," he says before making his way out of the van. once the doors close and you are left alone with your partner.

"why don't you tell me more about your dream now?"

you let out a small laugh, "sure."

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⭒ @daninixx 🙵 @krystiesees

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⭒pick a pile that you feel strongly drawn too, do not hesitate for what first pile you pick. choose from left to right [ 1-2-3 ] of each section^^

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⋆ something that talks about them [ personality, likes/ dislikes, hobbies etc. ]

⋆ how & when will you meet them

⋆ physical descriptors

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⋆ something that talks about them [ personality, likes/ dislikes, hobbies etc. ]

꒰ one ꒱ @daninixx

This is typically someone who got a death and serious stare. They probably perceive as someone who is cold and intimidating regardless to gender. They frequently enjoy life and someone who put much effort into their work. Even though, the sun doesn't yet rise, they already start working. They usually type of person who is consistent and devoted when it comes putting an effort into a work. They'll be someone who is honest, very true and open-minded. This is someone who is a great listener and adviser and so they will be sociable person. And might be someone who is ENFJ. They like new experiences, learnings and thrills of life. They can be someone who likes to party and attend social gatherings and they might do this when they're traveling around the globe. They will be exudes of charm and being confident individual, a lot of people will be attracted to their energy. Even though they are generous individual, they are someone who have anger issues. I see that they will be protective about themselves as well with their love ones so i'm not quite sure if they won't be someone who isn't possessive towards you at all. The relationship with them will be more into happy, you two will be sharing deep and hidden feelings for each other. For the quirks, they like to smile a little such as smirk. Someone who biting their lips when they smile or if not, someone who remove the dry skin of their lips as a habit so they casually put everytime of chapstick or lip balm into their lips. The number 7 is important for them and for this pile.

꒰ two ꒱ @thedivineart

• 2 of wands, ace of wands, king of swords, 7 of pentacles 10 of wands, 3 of wands, 9 of pentacles, knight of swords, the lovers, the hanged man

A kind of individual who loves exploring and enjoying it's life however they are not impulsive at all. Future oriented— likely to view their future and have plans/ vision for forthcoming events that will happen into their life. It could also be that they have this habits of preparing their clothes at night so at morning they wouldn't ready it and will have more time. They have great observation and awareness to their surroundings however in negative side they tends lost into there own world. In everything they got, they will try to help someone no matter what the circumstances is and do likely to do well in any field. At some way, they would likely to have trouble in choosing their path or often end up having at least two choices. S/he attracted into someone who is in different culture/ethnicity/ likely to be a foreigner or if not they would likely to live in different places all the time. Everyone may view this person as individual who can inspire others by the traits of being initiative and active, it also represent an individual who will do what they want and willing to work hard for it. This person will let you feel very excited about something or likely to have new hobbies most of the time. When people are around them, they likely to bring passion and excited to this certain individual. It will have the best sense of humor, naturally can inspire others and instantly become the centre of attraction. Very passionate to everything especially to the person who they love the most. People tends not see this individual throwing some fit unless you did/said something that is very appropriate for them. A kind who will reminds you that it's okay to slow down, nurturing and be drawn to each moment even through hard and bliss days. They were likely to fix their schedule before— for tomorrow purpose and doing of them, it could also mean that they some journal or just simply organizing some of their things during free time.

THEY WERE OVERWHELMED HOW LIFE IS HARD AND ROUGH FOR THEM, they want to go somewhere else that could have rest their weary head and soul. A lot of baggage of burdens and responsibilities they carrying and they feel execute about it, this individual is too done with what situation they belong. They may desire to leave and want some vacation but they still have a lot to work on too. Whatever burdens it is that might be about materialism, financial, energy or a literal burdens this could come to end and their success is awaiting for them in their destination. For some reason I do get that they feel that where they are now are full of sucks and burden, they don’t like the place and the people to the society they belong and they want to leave their but how to? Or they learn to understand their worth, how worthy they are and people around them doesn’t deserve a inch single of it. They were waiting for something perhaps financial uplifts or their successful moment coming from their labor and hardworking trait, they learn how to be confident and doesn’t afraid to the huge waves of burdens and challenges in life cause they know what do to and to deal with it as well ride with it at the same time ( that’s sounds so cool though) or if not, they are waiting for an arrival of new opportunity into their life or could be a new love interest. They are hardworking which can lead them to a successful life and even materialism, where they can literally enjoy the fruit of their labor, they are fast thinkers and as well in decision making and running quick as fast as they can to success and very determine to achieve it. If someone needs support or in trouble this person will be right there so truthfully fast like really fast like “my bud is in trouble I’ll be there to shield them”, they were like a super heroes but of course in real life and this makes them a good friend or a loving family member however in negative side since they are somewhat kind people tends to take advantage this type of behavior of them.

Most of the people who pick this pile already know who is this person, probably you have a romantic relationship with them now and for some this could be your friend or someone new and doesn’t know yet, there’s no doubt inside that you fall for them hard the traits they are showing up here are good like supporting you, having your back when you are in trouble as well understanding you in their way of thinking, the combination of 3 of wands + lovers card I feel they were waiting for a new love to arrive, an arrival of new love interest or that could be you since you both reflecting each one. Before I shuffle the cards I do really strongly feel that this person could be your soulmate too and I was really happy that the lovers card appear in this reading since it could also mean as soulmate too and I also feel both of you got similarities and what situation you and them are dealing with as of the moment. Also feel that this person will ready to take risk no matter what for their love ones, for their success and happiness or they could be seeking for some success, love and new opportunities in life, this could be also define that your greatest love is someone who feels overburdened into their love life or their love life causing too much stress for them. In person they want someone who can make them feel happy, comfortable and accept them for who they are and what circumstances they been through or someone who can share an adventure and exciting moments with them. They also don’t care how much it will take for the true love to arrive as long it is worth the wait, idk but it suddenly the song “HERE WITH ME” by d4vd suddenly play on my head though probably they are listening to that song or that could be the song that reminds them, also while shuffling the cards the time is 10:10 and the first card to appear is 10 of wands though, 10:10 could be also means as you or them could be receiving the highest form of love in this world. Everything is going to be on the plan accordingly and you or them doesn’t need to be rush, oh shoot that’s why knight of swords and the lovers appear though. They may also love to travel or having trips to other places and probably brings a lot of baggage and luggages when they travelling, going to beach and watching the sunset is the best thing for them as well watching the ocean and it’s wave, maybe that’s how they feel relaxed from the burdens and stressful situations of their life. They also thinks that their success isn’t where they are right now, theu believe that their success is from faraway or they want to build their success in far away land where no one know them, I’m also getting this thought of “I really feel executed in this life of mine, when my life starts to shine I want to be in the place where no one knows me”. They might be also fire signs especially sagittarius sun, also I getting a clear message here that want ir more to be fast their success or they want to take it really slow. They might be learning how to surf or surfing is one of their favorite hobby, they may also knows how to drive a motorcycle or they own a motorcycle, could also mean that this person will drive you crazy in their way of showing love too.

꒰ three ꒱ @krystiesees

• Knight of Cups Reversed, IX of Wands, IV of Swords

First of all, I see curly brown hair and electric blue eyes for this pile. I know I'm not supposed to give physical description here but it just came up suddenly. So I'm putting it anyway. (*You can remove it btw if you want to*)

Personality wise your person is very impulsive and emotional. Their emotions are all over the place. Not easy to reason with. Narcissistic and arrogant. They're stubborn too and in a very unapproachable way. They fear commitment. Are prone to infidelity. Very detached and indifferent to their environment and loved ones. One of their worst habits is lying and that too on impulse. It's almost like a second nature to them. A professional liar, if they could be.

They've been brutally hurt in the past. With the IX of Wands I see them standing guard to their heart. Their heart has been walked over, hit and thrashed to the point that they decided to put on a defense mechanism. And this defense mechanism is them sleeping around. Not developing feelings for anyone. Keeping loved ones at bay. Being detached and unavailable emotionally. Lying and cheating. They're literally in their "hoe phase" is what I'm seeing. They think by giving others what was given to them, they'll feel better. But they don't. And it's only about time. They hit a dead end and they'd realise love and commitment is not something to fear. And they do deserve the best partner and lover and so does everybody else. And they are coming to that point. I do see with IV of Swords. They're going into a deep contemplative state to reflect upon their choices in life and the lessons they've learnt so far. They're coming in terms to the idea of an ideal lover or partner. They're slowly leaning towards their romantic side which still believes in soulmates and wish fulfilment. And it's really about time when they attain absolute enlightenment and open their eyes to the possibility of an ideal partner and soulmate who awaits them with open arms at some corner of the world.

For their likes, I'm seeing alcohol. And very expensive ones to be precise, they do have taste in them. I also see sports that involve waters. They like swimming, surfing, diving etc. They also have quite a taste in music. Timeless, in fact. Elvis Presley, Cher, The Beatles, Bob Dylan etc. are few of their go-to artists. While for some of you, they are into The 1975, The Neighborhood, Arctic Monkeys, Paramore etc.

To me they seem to be an exquisite blend of earth and water elements. Earth that gives them a classic and expensive taste in almost everything. Water that shows their overwhelmed emotional side and of course interests otherwise.

⋆ how & when will you meet them

꒰ one ꒱ @krystiesees

• VII of Pentacles, VI of Cups, V of Wands Reversed

For some of ya'll I see you meeting online. Through social media. For others of you, your phones would get exchanged accidentally. Something that involved mobile phones in one way or another. For some, you'd dial a wrong number mistakenly and the other person on the call would be them. And while you'd know you should apologise and hang the call, something will push you two to talk more and that'd be the starting point. Most probably a "friends to lovers." And things will progress very slow. Though, I don't see any of you being upset with the slow pace. You're both going to be very patient throughout.

You meet under rigid circumstances, as in, online. You won't be able to open up to each other about your personal lives at the initial stage. You'd both be vary. But with time and patience, you'd see why you should trust the other person and vice versa.

It's someone from your past for most of you. Past life or early childhood or your teens. A friend you always cherished but lost touch with due to hustles of life. You could also meet in a work environment.

7 and 5 are significant here. So, it's either 7 years from now when you'll meet. Or 5 months, days, or weeks. No in between.

꒰ two ꒱ @daninixx

I see that the spirit soul's will going to lead you towards this person. I see here that you will meet them through friends or they maybe someone who already around your circle. It's either one of you will going to initiate the action of approach, they probably see the other person feel unhappy and kinda socially awkward. You will going to have a one on one or honest conversation with them perhaps that might be one of you, are tend to doubts the other person who initiate the approach they still feels this connection within themselves. This is so random but their love language is probably physical touch. For few, you will going to meet them when finally ready to let go of all your worries. You will going to meet them in the dates of 3, 8 and 11. In the seasons of Cancer, Libra and Gemini or this might be important to them.

꒰ three ꒱ @thedivineart

• queen of swords, 3 of pentacles, 3 of wands

You could meet them when you are no longer interested in love perhaps you are not hopeless romantic anymore, you start not paying attention for it. I keep seeing New York City maybe they came from that place or that would be the place where you could meet them or when your having a flight in New York city to have some vacation or visit someone. It could also mean that you might be studying/ working in far places which you could meet them.

That's why your not into love during that phase is because your focusing towards your goals perhaps your higher dreams in life. It's like you will be forgetting your love life and not focusing through it anymore, your only focus is about how you can achieve the “success” through this lifetime, if not then you probably focusing too much to your studies and even learning something which can expand your knowledge.

You could also be meeting them in mountains or in skyscraper. I do also see here that it could be the time when you feel the world is against you— experiencing the most painful thing/ emotion at some way. Whatever situation you will have during that time they will be like a mushroom— will pop out of nowhere and change your life. It could also the time when you are decided to live alone and work for yourself, be independent and don't rely towards the other or you recently been through a painful situationship. I keep seeing three— could be 3 days, 3 months and 3 years from now. However I also see for others this might be took some time like 13 years and above.

⋆ physical descriptors

꒰ one ꒱ @thedivineart

• SHIP, MICE, FOX, BOUQUET, TREE, DOG, COFFIN, BIRDS, MOON

THEY LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO GOT TAN OR OLIVE SKIN color, no matter what gender this individual they look rough, strong and healthy figure, they will be also look exotic in people eyes on in your eyes probably some people here are also foreign and someone different in how you people in where you live looks like and they could also good at other languages or they can speak three or more languages. This person could also look depress, someone who do look sad when you look to them however that could be how they appear since this is a general reading there’s a lot of hair color appear in here could be brown, red, dark gray and dark colors or probably dye their hair in different colors though and their hair is thin. You might probably notice how they make fidgety like making some small hands movement like biting their fingers in nervousness or excited, they could also have huge ears and receding hairline, you could also notice that how they feel discomfort and awkward in some difficult situation, I feel that they do that side eye thing when they also nervous. How this person walk is also noticeable, probably they walk very fast or slow could also doesn’t have sound when they walk too or they very light or they walk gracefully ( I know someone who walk like that way and he is a man though, just sharing lol ). They also pretty, good looking and beautiful in their physical face and how they dress themselves, might be an attractive individual too, they might be older than you and have this kind of cold face, yeah they are older than you if you are in your 20s and below and this individual is someone tall probably 172 cm and more above in that kind of height. They may also look vampire or someone who is like anemic or they are anemic, they could be extremely have fair skin too or someone who is pale, jawline is angular shape, distinctive nose or small cute nose, their reflexes might be good too, they are quick in catch or something and they could also have round face.

꒰ two ꒱ @krystiesees

• The Star Reversed, II of Swords, King of Cups Reversed

Regardless of their gender expression, I see this person as Cassie from Euphoria. Very pale, blonde, blue eyes. Popular among the opposite sex and most probably for wrong reasons. Not too tall, not too short. Average in height. Though I see 5'3 - 5'7. I don't see them as a gym lover. Though, they do visit gym to stay fit enough. Not a fitness conscious individual. Not very muscular. Just fit enough with just right proportions of everything. Not to sexualize anyone, but they got it all just right! Iykwim!! *coughs*

Some of them have light brown, or ginger like hair. Grey eyes and a slightly tan skin. Not too tan, just little. Blue is their color. They most probably have cooler undertones. Silver jewellery compliments their beauty.

They may have body dysmorphia. With the II of swords I see them covering their chests. So... Maybe that's something they're shy about? Also they don't put much effort into their style consciously. They are not so thoughtful as to what to wear and when. They may as well sometimes show up in identical clothes with someone else at a party. Most probably someone who is a friend. They don't have a personal style so they do copy others is what I feel. For some of ya'll your person may prefer being very covered up. They don't like showing skin. They're very conscious and shy.

꒰ three ꒱ @daninixx

This is someone who have a problem with their skin - it's either they have dry skin, some warts or they have a sensitive skin. They probably have the heart-shaped face and yes it looks very mature, their looks lean more into very feminine regardless to it's gender, this is one of the reason why they attract people a lot and as well, they might be someone who prefer neat and clean dressing style. They are someone who frequently known as taller especially with their own home country, they considered as tall individual. With the hair colors, i'm getting more into darker shades probably have black, brown or dark grey. They look very mature and old than their actual age. They also have an addicting smell of perfume that makes you obsessed to it, you will going to have uncontrollable desire when it comes to their smell. The eyes color shades is more into green and hazel eyes while for the skin tones, i'm getting for the majority of you it's light tones while for few it's dark skin tones.

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