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GIRRRRRL ONCE AGAIN IM SNAPPING MY DIVA FAN OUT AND SNAPPING MY GOD DAMM FINGER OOOH GIRL I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING LORD MMM MMMM MMM. Nah bc she ain’t that stupid and with Sarah and Wheezie. Lets me realistic give the bene of doubt . What if Ward wanted the land and dad like no whole time. Makes sense why Rafe ain’t moving in to her land but snatch her up and shit. Like if it’s a real thing why didn’t they discuss this with the will or something no out side party to approve of this. You want the land I’m giving you money which again if Ward was doing so much why didn’t they not sale the horse why did they not gain the staff of what not others had and can share if it in fact a REAL THING. Also Rafe you can’t be more idk non bull in a china house shit. What would few days even do huh nothing ain’t nothing but a shit on a cracker. Huh.

Let be realistic you know not only did Rafe lose his shit seeing her in her outfit but I bet even Ward did a 👀. “The long-sleeve, cropped sweater that featured a soft ruffle trim that barely grazed your midriff, paired with a high-waisted, flowing skirt that swayed with every step” I feel bad because again he manipulating her to do stuff but she justifies it with things like oh I like to do it anyway and a thought of what happens if I don’t and do. “ You certainly knew how to get dolled up, like Rafe said, and lucky for him, you liked makeup and clothes that made you feel breezy and feminine” even at the end all he doing is manipulating her I’m sorry but I’m adding the fact that yes they just met but out of all the girls OUT OF ALL OF THEM he choose her so someone some how she got pick he could go to a shit tone of people but he went to her and they just met how the fuck does Wheezie know shit about her and she don’t know shit about them two days two days she knew them. That’s it.

Again out girl may say she a bimbo bc she got bimbo ways but girl yesssss remember that shit .” When the room grew quiet, Rafe’s words rattled around in your head. You’d always done what your father had said, let him lead you in all aspects of your life, because you trusted him. You couldn’t wrap your mind around how your father expected you to trust someone else. In the end, he was the reason you were here now. He’d handed you over to someone else, like, what? A trade deal? The whole thing was completely unreal” I wonder what was the convo between John B and Rafe. Girl don’t be looking at his goods it’s a trap 🪤

Weee we meet wheezie omg thank you father of god huh use her girl use her a s shield. “ You liked her instantly “ When she was talking about what Sarah never had time to do I wonder if reader become that sister wheezie always wanted also what did they tell her regards the reader bc she acting like she should know a shit tone then she does. Does she know of anyone from the neighborhood.

AGAIN OUT GIRL AINT NO BLONDE HAIR BIMBO WOO WOO” It wasn’t urgent, but you had hoped to speak with Ward sooner rather than later. Part of you wanted to officially see the contract he’d wrote up with your father. Could two men really decide together that you should be married off? Was that still legal? “

Do you think the look Rafe gave reader was of possession more than shock or pleasure. Or his tone, Rafe’s voice cut through the growing tension, his tone firm, almost possessive. He makes me huh “ You won’t need to be over there, it’s no place for a woman “ Like 1st chapter I got better things to do now it’s MINE ERRRREREEEE WOOF WOOF 🐶

Sarah ain’t waiting for nothing lol

Rafe touch and firmness Man U need to go tho a year book and jerk off or something. Like damn he in that much of a rush I have to say even Ward should be a little worried like don’t this seem a little unstable and with Sarah calling bullshit even Wheezie shim in like damn .

Rafe sure as hell went from it’s a duty to know it’s about legacy with a puff out chest. Idk I feel he so calculated that what part real or not real it’s like an abusive man or a criminal trying to reason on why they do what they do. I just feel bad bc this reminds me of what she said in part one about family and shit he must of teacher diary ( something I can see him doing) once start talking about this bit I’m like yup he got the biggest breeding kink if I didn’t ever seen one. I’m just huh this shit got me getting high blood pleasure and I read it again I get mad again

rough hands, soft chains [2] r.cameron

[warnings] dark!rancher!rafe x bimbo!cowgirl!reader, arranged marriage, rancher au, manipulation, size difference, DUBCON, loss of virginity, rafe is HUGE, breeding kink, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

a/n: i only tag people who reblog the fic AND let me know their thoughts, thank you :)

In which you meet your new family, the Camerons, and learn Rafe's true intentions.

word count: 5.1k

part one

rafe cameron masterlist

The spare outfit you’d packed for your failed escape attempt was a delicate two-piece set in white. The long-sleeve, cropped sweater that featured a soft ruffle trim that barely grazed your midriff, paired with a high-waisted, flowing skirt that swayed with every step. The lightweight fabric was a reflection of your usual preference for comfortable clothes. A handful of other items hung in the closet, clearly not yours, but you couldn’t bring yourself to accept whatever offering the Camerons had left for you.

After giving your reflection a look, you turned your attention your room. You floated over to the vanity, a rustic wooden display decorated with gold trinkets. You’d only packed the essentials, meaning you’d limited yourself to mascara, concealer, blush and lipgloss. You slid onto the matching stool decking to touch up your makeup, wiping away the smudged mascara and applying a fresh coat of lip gloss. Lip gloss always had a way of brightening your mood, even now. You certainly knew how to get dolled up, like Rafe said, and lucky for him, you liked makeup and clothes that made you feel breezy and feminine.

When the room grew quiet, Rafe’s words rattled around in your head. You’d always done what your father had said, let him lead you in all aspects of your life, because you trusted him. You couldn’t wrap your mind around how your father expected you to trust someone else. In the end, he was the reason you were here now. He’d handed you over to someone else, like, what? A trade deal? The whole thing was completely unreal.

Something caught your attention outside the large windows. Rolling pastures stretched out before you, dotted with fences and patches of wildflowers swaying gently. Your gaze drifted toward the yard below. Rain trickled down slowly but you realized the figures moving in the distance, behind a tall white fence, were Juliet and John B. Making his way to the fence’s edge, now adorned in a work jacket and dark hat to protect from the rain, was Rafe.

They were soon deep in conversation. Your eyes lingered on Rafe’s figure a little too long before shifting to Juliet, whose movements were graceful and unbothered. She had been alone for so long, your father had been forced to sell the other three horses your family owned years ago, and her care had undoubtedly suffered as your father’s health declined. Surely, the Camerons had at least a hundred horses and the resources to ensure Juliet was well cared for and had proper company. For a moment, you wondered if she might be happier here, happier than even you.

You were grateful for the distraction when a knock came at your door an hour later. You expected it to be Rafe, but a fleeting thought made you pause, would Rafe even bother knocking?

When you opened the door, you were surprised to find a dark-haired girl standing there, no older than fifteen. She was smiling, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Hey," she said, giving you a once-over with a playful look. "I’m Wheezie, Rafe’s little sister.”

So this was the other Cameron sibling? You smiled instinctively and offered your hand. "Oh, hi! I’m Y/N."

You blinked, studying her more carefully. She looked nothing like Rafe, and in that moment, she seemed almost... approachable. Less intimidating. Her warmth, however, felt almost out of place given the situation.

"I like your outfit," she said, her gaze scanning your clothes and makeup. "And your makeup. Ugh, I wish I could do mine like that. Sarah never has time to show me how."

“Sarah?” you asked, a little confused.

"My older sister," Wheezie explained, raising an eyebrow as if surprised. "Rafe’s never mentioned her?"

You shook your head, realizing she might think you'd known Rafe longer than just today. “Uh, no. He hasn’t.”

"Well, there’s three of us," Wheezie continued, her voice casual. "And Rose, our step-mom."

“Oh, okay,” You nodded, taking in all of the information. You weren’t at all used to meeting new people, “It’s nice to meet you. Can I ask you if Mr. Ward is home yet? I kinda need to speak with him.”

Wheezie’s expression shifted slightly, a hint of disappointment flickering in her eyes. “Him and Rose have been gone all day. Cattle auction, I think. They probably won’t be back until dinner.”

You tried not to let the disappointment show on your face. It wasn’t urgent, but you had hoped to speak with Ward sooner rather than later. Part of you wanted to officially see the contract he’d wrote up with your father. Could two men really decide together that you should be married off? Was that still legal? Wheezie, sensing your hesitation, brightened up and added, “I could show you around the house in the meantime.”

You thought about it for a second, then smiled. “Sure, that would be nice.”

Joining Wheezie out in the hallway, your tour began. Wheezie led you to Rafe’s room first, just beside yours. “He likes to keep it locked,” she said with a grin, “Or else I’d totally snoop around with you.”

You liked her instantly. Moving down the hall, you passed Ward’s study, a room that felt both timeless and functional. It had a desk covered in papers and shelves filled with books. Next was the master bedroom, a room with dark wood furniture and soft linens.

Finally, Wheezie opened the door to the library. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled the room, and large armchairs were scattered around a grand fireplace. It felt like the perfect spot for quiet moments.

You couldn’t help but feel small in this place. It held the warmth of a family home but it was massive, the ceilings too high, and had decor that screamed “we’re wealthy”.

Downstairs, the living room was the first stop, a grand space with towering ceilings. Soft leather sofas and enormous windows that offered a breathtaking view of the stretching land and mountains in the distance.

Moving through the open archway into the kitchen, you took note of counters made of polished stone, dark wood cabinets, and the appliances all state-of-the-art. The kitchen was bustling with a couple of workers, one chopping vegetables at the counter, the other pulling something out of the oven. You noticed a door that led out to a terrace.

“These are all Rose’s renovations. She’s really into interior design, and all that stuff.”

“And the people. They work here all the time?” you asked, intrigued.

“My Dad can grill, but Rose doesn’t cook at all. So they get help,” Wheezie explained with a shrug. “I think she likes having everything perfect, you know?”

“She does have really nice taste,” You spoke genuinely, fumbling with your fingers as you looked around.

Past the kitchen was the dining room, where a long, weathered table was set for what could easily be a dozen guests. The chandelier above was massive, its crystals catching the light and casting a glow over the room.

Wheezie led you into the garage next. The space was expansive, with polished concrete floors and a collection of vehicles parked neatly in their spots, sleek trucks, a few SUVs, and a couple of classic cars you assumed were more for show. Near the back of the garage, you spotted a few horseshoe-shaped saddles hanging on the wall, alongside an array of hunting gear. There were rifles and ammunition neatly organized on the shelves, a few pairs of boots stacked by the door, and weathered hunting jackets hanging from the walls. It was practical, but still had the polished look of the rest of the house, like nothing here was ever out of place.

“Do you ride?” Wheezie asked as you took in the details of the room.

“Yeah, I have a horse named Juliet,” you grinned. “Do you?”

“I can,” Wheezie replied with a shrug. “I’m not great at it. Sarah’s better, and Rafe—well, he’s good at things like that.”

“Does Sarah live here too?” you asked, curious.

“Yeah, but she’s been MIA for two days.” Wheezie’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “You can’t tell anyone this,” she continued, glancing around before leaning in closer. “She and John B. are a thing. And she hangs out with his friends.”

“It’s a secret?” you asked, intrigued but still unsure of the family dynamics at play.

Wheezie nodded, her eyes flicking to the door as if checking for eavesdroppers. “My dad wants her to be with someone whose family is... more prestigious, if that makes sense?”

You processed that for a moment, nodding slowly. “But my family’s not... prestigious. But Ward wants me to marry your brother.”

A mischievous glint sparked in Wheezie’s eyes. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, clearly enjoying the tension in the air. “Is it true that Rafe got you pregnant and that’s why you have to live with us?”

You froze for a split second, then blurted out, “I am not!” You suddenly realized how loud you’d been and lowered your voice, grabbing Wheezie’s hand as you whispered urgently, “I am not.”

“Other people don’t think I’m pregnant, do they?” You continued, “Because I don’t think I’ve done anything that could lead to that…”

You questioned yourself for a moment, feeling a pang of uncertainty. You’d learned about the birds and the bees just once, when you were eleven, and it had been before your mother died. After that, your education had been limited, and anything beyond what she'd explained was a blur of confusion.

What you were certain of, though, was that the kiss with Rafe couldn’t have led to that. You had never heard of anything like that happening from a simple kiss. To your knowledge, you needed at least to sleep in the same bed for that to happen, and you and Rafe hadn’t crossed that line. Before your mind could wander to that possibility, Wheezie spoke.

“I’m not trying to be rude, just curious,” She said with a smirk, her tone light and teasing. “No one around here tells me anything.”

A few hours later you entered the dining room again with Wheezie. You’d spend a good amount of time in her room and she’d explained more about her family, including more details about Rafe. You learned that she was Rafe’s soft spot. That he was cold to almost everyone except her. Ward had a lot of expectations for him and Rafe did about everything he could to appease his father.

“I think Rafe just wants to do things his own way,” Wheezie had mused. “But, you know, my Dad has other ideas. He’s been trying to get Rafe to be more... ‘like him.’”

Kindly, you’d accepted her request for you to help her with her makeup. You’d done hers like yours, with bright blush and shiny lipgloss. She was so excited that she practically skipped down the stairs after, her happiness infectious as she bounced in front of you. A part of you couldn’t help but smile. Was this what it was like to have a sister? The feeling was new and strange, but warm, like something you hadn’t realized you’d been missing.

Rafe looked you over, as if he was offended by your choice in clothing, “What did I do?” You asked, innocently.

Maybe he didn’t think your outfit was cute.

“Come sit next to me,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with something possessive, as if he were commanding you rather than asking. He waved you over.

You hesitated, looking at Ward, who gave you a reassuring, welcoming smile, and then at Rose and Sarah. Sarah’s gaze was sharp, watching you with a kind of calculating curiosity, while Rose barely seemed to notice, her eyes distant and uninterested.

You exhaled slowly, making your way over to the seat next to Rafe. Your knees brushed against each other but he didn’t move his.

“Everyone, this is Y/N. I’ve known her family for years, and after that everything’s happened, she’s going to stay with us. She’s been through a lot.”

“Mm-hmm,” Rose murmured, almost absentmindedly. “It’s lovely to have you here with us.” Her tone wasn’t cold, but it certainly wasn’t warm, either.

Ward’s words seemed genuine, but you didn’t understand fully why he spoke so kindly. The two of you were practically strangers. Wheezie smiled brightly in reaction. Sarah, on the other hand, was looking you over even more closely than Rafe. You could see the thoughts swirling in your mind.

“I have a question-” She blurted out.

Ward interrupted, “I’d watch yourself, young lady.”

“I just want to make sure everything’s clear,” Sarah said softly, her voice quieter now. “I’m just... trying to understand why, that’s all. A marriage seems a little bit rushed, don’t you think? They didn’t even know each other before today.”

“They didn’t?” Wheezie raised an eyebrow.

The pressure in the room increased, “Sarah,” Ward began to warn her but it was Rafe who spoke up next.

Rafe’s voice cut through the growing tension, his tone firm, almost possessive. “It’s not rushed, Sarah,” he said, turning to look at her. “It’s just what it is. No need to complicate it.”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, the sharpness of Rafe’s gaze making you shift uncomfortably in your seat. He answering for you, as if you didn’t have a say in how things were perceived.

Sarah didn’t flinch. Her eyes held a quiet defiance. As if to change the subject, Rafe continued, “What is that on your face, Wheeze?”

“It’s called makeup,” She shot back, annoyed, “Y/N did it.”

Rafe turned his head towards you, “It’s a little much for someone her age, don’t you think?”

“I think she looks really pretty. I started wearing makeup way younger than her,” You responded quietly but honestly, “That’s how you, like, get good at it.”

“See,” Wheezie stuck her tongue out at her older brother.

Suddenly, you felt Rafe’s hand touch your knee underneath the table. The warmth of Rafe’s hand on your knee sent a jolt through you, and for a moment, you couldn’t quite focus on anything else. His touch was unexpected, as though he’d done it without thinking, and yet, there was something deliberate about the way he kept his hand resting there.

Dinner was officially served moments later. Rafe’s hand remained there on your knee as you all began to eat the carefully prepared steak, potatoes and asparagus. Your steak was already cut into a pieces, a luxury that you didn’t even know others experienced.

Sarah pushed around her asparagus, “How do you feel about moving in with us so suddenly, Y/N? I mean, do you really know what you’re getting yourself into?”

You paused, unsure of what to say, your gaze instinctively shifting toward Rafe. His hand was still on your knee, but the grip felt firmer now, like he was holding you in place, keeping you from saying something that might upset the balance of things.

You bit your lip, trying to gather your thoughts, but when you opened your mouth, it all just came tumbling out. “It’s kinda overwhelming,” you started, your voice soft but a little unsure. “I miss… I miss my Dad. And you guys have all this land, and this house is so huge, it’s hard to wrap my head around it all.” You glanced at Sarah, then back to your plate. “And, like, I didn’t think I’d get married this young, but… if it’s really what my Dad wanted…”

You trailed off, feeling a little embarrassed. Sarah’s gaze softened slightly, “It’s a big step. Are you sure you’re ready?”

Up until that point, you hadn’t realized you had a choice in all of this. You could see she wasn’t questioning you out of judgement. She almost looked concerned.

“Enough, Sarah,” Ward spoke sharply, “This is bigger than what one person thinks is right. I don’t expect you to understand but it’s about responsibility. Rafe is growing up and he’s decided to take on new responsibilities. I don’t see why you can’t be supportive.”

“I just think she deserves more time to decide,” Sarah said.

“There isn’t a rush. I’m not rushing them, that’s for certain. Rafe and Y/N will take the time to get to know each other.”

The room fell quiet for a moment. You could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on you. You glanced at him and noticed the subtle shake of his head, as if dismissing the entire idea. “What’s the point in waiting? You can plan a wedding in a few weeks, right?”

“Rafe, son, don’t you think two should spend some time together?”

“No, Dad, we’ll get married as soon as possible. If Y/N wants to have a real ceremony, Rose can plan it, but I’d be down to just go to the courthouse.”

Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Rafe,” Sarah leaned forward in her seat, “Are you actually crazy?”

How did we get here? You had no answers, just a rush of emotions you couldn’t quite put into words. Maybe you should’ve said something, but the lump in your throat made it hard to think.

“We’ll figure it out” Rafe said, cutting her off. He turned his attention to you, his gaze intense but unreadable. “Right, darling?”

The way he looked at you made your stomach twist. It was as though he was asking you to confirm something you didn’t fully understand yourself. You opened your mouth to respond, but Wheezie chimed in before you could.

“Dude, that’s like, so not romantic!” she exclaimed, scrunching her nose. “You haven’t even proposed yet!”

Sarah seized the moment, leaning back in her chair with a smirk. “Exactly. At least ask her properly, Rafe. Or are you afraid she’ll say no?”

The air at the table grew heavier. You glanced at Ward, who looked ready to intervene, but Rafe beat him to it. His lips curled into a tight smile, though his eyes flashed with something darker. “You think I’m afraid of that, Sarah?” he asked, his tone deceptively calm.

All you could think about was the way Rafe’s hand hadn’t left your knee, his grip steady, as if anchoring you to him despite the chaos swirling around the table.

“Can we drop it, please?” Rafe asked, his tone deep and final.

“I want Y/N to stay,” Wheezie decided.

“We all want Y/N to stay,” Ward clarified.

“Well, good,” Rose chimed in, her smile polished and hollow. “Then it’s settled.”

At the end of dinner, Ward leaned back in his chair, addressing you, “You’ll find we take care of our own here, sweetheart. Anything you need, you only have to ask.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. You weren’t sure what else to say.

“We should get going,” Rafe announced abruptly, pushing his chair back and rising to his feet. His hand left your knee, only to find the small of your back as he helped you up.

Wheezie pouted. “But we haven’t even had dessert!”

“Next time, Wheeze,” Rafe replied, his tone firm. “Come on, Y/N.”

You followed him out of the dining room, feeling the eyes of his entire family on your back.

“Where are we going?” You asked, trying to keep up with Rafe’s long strides. He’d given you his jacket and asked you to put on your boots, before guiding you out the front door. You clutched the jacket tightly, the night beginning to turn cool. The sky was still heavy with the remnants of rain but an orange and pink sun began to lower in the sky, peaking behind soft, gray clouds, “Rafe?”

High grass tickled the bare legs hidden beneath your skirt as you walked into the fields, “Just for a walk. That okay with you?”

“You know, sometimes I think you really don’t care what’s okay with me.” Rafe flashed you an amused look, “Oh yeah? Maybe I like making decisions for you.”

You snorted in disbelief but your heart fluttered nonetheless.

"What's the real reason you brought me out here?" You asked, pushing the conversation forward despite the tension.

Rafe stopped and turned to face you, his expression unreadable for a moment. He studied you, like he was considering his words carefully. "Maybe I just wanted to see you without all the noise around us. No distractions. Just you and me."

The ranch stretched out before you, vast and quiet. The ground beneath your feet was soft as you walked, fast enough to follow Rafe’s steps. A faint hum of crickets began to rise in the distance.

A modest building tucked near the tree line, far from the main house came into view, “That’s the ranch hand’s quarters,” Rafe explained, “You won’t need to be over there, it’s no place for a woman.”

The sun continued to hang lower as you walked, casting a golden hue over the land. Rafe led you further into the sprawling escape, pointing out different landmarks, “This land’s been my family’s for generations. But my Dad was the one who made it what it was today. It’s very important to me. This land and all the hard work that’s put into it.”

“My dad’s tough on me but it’s his legacy, you know? It’s more than just making money or raising cattle. I don’t know, I just want to protect what I have. Make sure my kids and my grandkids have it, ya' know?”

He didn’t look for your understanding, his words genuine, but the look on his face was guarded. He paused, his jaw tightening slightly, “You don’t to get to be part of something big and not feel like you’ve got to give everything you have to it.”

“What if…” Your voice trailed as you tried to collect your thoughts, “How do I know it’s something I want to be apart of?”

“As my wife, you’d stand beside me. You’d build with me. Raise our children. Make a home. You’d make everything that I’m working towards, worth it. That’s a life with purpose, yeah?”

As he spoke, his voice deep and steady, you found yourself drawn to the way his features seemed to soften, despite the intensity of his words. Those blue eyes were focused on you with an intensity that made your throat go dry.

He stood taller now, the weight of his words pressed in on you and you could see the full picture he was painting. It wasn’t just the land. It was you. It was him. It was a family.

“Yeah,” You agreed, the word leaving your lips before you could stop it. Your gaze drifted, almost involuntarily, to his lips. They were slightly parted, the edge of his mouth curling just a bit as he spoke, and for a moment, you forgot where you were.

“Yeah,” Rafe agreed, a knowing look on his face, and his hand found the small of your back, “I owe you something, don’t I?”

“Owe me?” Your voice faltered. What was he talking about?

Rafe didn’t answer right away. Instead, he simply pulled you forward, his hand firm against your back as he guided you through the tall grass. You didn’t have time to question him before the two of you reached a secluded barn, tall and clay-colored, tucked far away from the main house. The air smelled faintly of hay and wood, the earthy scent of the ranch settling around you. But you barely had time to take in your surroundings before Rafe was pulling you into him. His hand slid to the back of your neck, drawing you closer, until his lips were on yours.

The kiss Rafe Cameron had promised you.

All those thoughts you had about the land, the future, everything he’d said, it all slipped away.

Someone, something, had overtaken you. Something ached inside of you, a part of your very being that had never been satisfied. You felt like an animal, desperate, grabbing at Rafe’s shirt, wanting him closer. He was already pressed tightly against you but deep down you wanted more.

His lips weren’t as gentle as you remembered, they enveloped your mouth, his tongue tasting you, his arms keeping you where he wanted as he explored you.Without warning, he tugged you into an empty stall, the scent of hay and leather thick in the air. His hands were at the edges of your jacket now, pulling it open, his fingers brushing against your skin as the cool air of the barn nipped at your exposed flesh.

A startled yelp escaped your lips as you felt his hands bunching up your skirt, the fabric sliding higher until it was gathered above your hips. Your eyes flew open, but Rafe was relentless, his mouth still claiming yours with fervent, unyielding kisses. You didn’t know exactly how babies were made but you had a feeling you were getting closer than you’d ever had before. Before you could process it, Rafe lifted you effortlessly, his hands sliding to cup your bottom as he held you tightly against him. Part of you began to panic.

Then, with deliberate care, he laid you down. not on the rough ground but on his jacket, which was spread beneath you. Darkened eyes met your panicked ones. This was much more than a kiss. Although you’d enjoyed that part of the exchange, you weren’t sure you wanted more, “Rafe,” You whispered, your voice uncertain, as he moved his mouth from your lips to the sides of your mouth. Your mind raced, trying to keep up with the whirlwind of sensations. You pushed at his chest and felt you were pushing against a boulder. There would know way to get from underneath him, even if you tried, “Are… you gonna put a baby in me?”

He paused, lifting his head to look you in the eye and you had to remind yourself to breathe in that moment, “Jesus Christ. You’re something else, you know that?” Rafe grinned and some of your uncertainty went away. His reaction made the moment feel more lighthearted, like there wasn’t a boundary being crossed, like his intentions were innocent.

“I like the kissing,” You admitted, “It feels good b-but I’m scared–”

Rafe shushed you, peppering gentle kisses along your jawline, until he reached the side of your neck. Your thighs clenched tightly, your head tilted back, and you couldn’t control your moaning. Rafe spread your legs with his own, his jeans brushing against the smoothness of your thighs. He pressed his lower half into you and you felt something as hard as a rock, rubbing against your panties. It was then, your core started to feel like it was on fire.

“Don’t be scared, it’ll just hurt for a moment,” Rafe spoke against your skin, huskily, his voice almost sounding like he was in pain, “You’re just gonna lay still for me, I need you to help me to take care of something.”

“Hurt?” You questioned, your mind hanging on that word. Then you thought back to your question. He hadn’t really answered.

He seemed to ignore you again, his mouth moving lower on your body. He pulled your shirt down, and as your breasts spilled from their constraints, he left kisses on your nipples. Your head tilted back again when he took one of your nipples fully into his mouth, “Rafe,” You whispered but the sound of his name only seem to push him further. His fingers traced the edge of your panties before he slipped his fingers inside, brushing over your folds. You were wet down there, you realized, and mostly out of embarrassment, you started to pull away, “Please don’t touch me there.”

You watched his pupils dilate as he stared down at you intently. He kept one hand in your underwear and wrapped his other around your throat, quickly, as if his body was reacting instinctively to your defiance.

“Don’t tell me that,” Rafe said, almost growling, and your hands wrapped around his wrist, trying to push away his hand as you struggled to breathe, “I have to touch ya' here, darlin’. I’m gonna be your husband. This belongs to me, understand?”

Your eyes widened as he rubbed circles over your sensitive skin. Your hips bucked in reaction and you silenced your moans, knowing you only had so much air to breathe, “Say you understand. Say yes.”

You nodded your head quickly, “Yes,” You whispered.

You were grateful when he loosed his grip around your throat, “It’s a good thing you’re wet. Nothing to be ashamed of. Just means this is what your body wants, baby. You already want to make me happy.”

You weren’t quite sure at what moment your body decided to freeze. Your nerves were overwhelmed, of course, and it seemed like you’d come out less scathed from the situation if you did as Rafe said. You could stay still and take it. There was something happening with Rafe you didn’t understand but he was acting as though he needed something and you were only one who could provide it. You could stay still and take it if it would make him happy, right? It’s a good thing to make other people happy.

You focused on the kisses on your lips, the way his soft mouth moved methodically over yours. The faint jangle of metal pulled you back to the moment, a sound you barely registered until you felt the press of something impossibly hard, slowly pushing against a place you hadn’t realized could take him. His manhood, you assumed, what made him different from you. It hurt like he said it would but not for just a moment. Were all manhoods this size? This is what your body really wants?

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing despite the edge of strain. His hand brushed over your trembling thigh, steadying you as your body tried to accommodate him. “You’re okay. I promise.”

He started to rock into you once you felt completely full to the brim. Initially, it felt even worse than him pushing all the way inside you. Tears fell and your breath grew rapid, “It hurts,” You whimpered, “It really hurts.”

“It’s okay,” He said, maintaining his pace, “You’re okay, darlin’. You’re doing great. It’s just your first time. Gotta get used to me, that's all.”

“Are-are you putting a baby in me, Rafe?” You asked, your voice an innocent whisper. His grip on you tightened as his rhythm grew more deliberate, his words spilling out in a low growl.

“Fuck yes, darlin’,” he said, his voice thick with unrestrained desire. “I’m gonna put a baby in you.”

His hands, his words, the pain between your legs that was slowly turning to pleasure, it made you dizzy, and you couldn’t keep track of your thoughts. You belonged to him? A baby? It didn’t make sense, but part of you felt comforted by the intensity of him. You trusted he knew more. Everything’s okay. You were okay. It felt like something you were supposed to be, so you let go and let him have you.

a/n: i only tag people who reblog the fic AND let me know their thoughts, thank you :)

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youaremy-parkfilter · 3 days ago

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Something about ' you're my park filter '

I'm so random lol...my mind just went like that and Yes!

'you're my park filter' i mean this

211013 cutey sexy lovely jimin's bday. Like every others he also went live on his bday. Little boy felt little awkward since it was a long time after his life. He talked a lot...but still something was off. Like a life line option, he called jungkook to join him on his bday live. Within a fraction of time he joined too, wished him many times, even pretend to bring the cake ... the frequent hand shakes (i have no counts lol)

And when you notice, they talked like everything on the earth from him mom's kimchi to his new hairstyle-my poor boy accidentally spilled.

Then our president hobi enters, boom we got a shy jiminie there. Teases over teases..I wish I could see their faces . Only because of hobi, we got to know who prepared that cake ? Who prepared that creative caption on that cake? Hello Mr.jeon you even took that cake in your hand when you entered the studio before, did you even care to ask 'hey how is the cake, did you like it' and so on ?? No . When only jhope was curious about the lines, jungkook was fast to convey the message of that line thats jimin's birthday and jimin's solo song filter and he combined it. Thats when jimin came to know it was from jungkook. Such a warm moment imo🥹

Are words the only thing in a relationship which can convey love? What if actions can speak more than words? What if actions can bring so much warmth?

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People are so stubborn that he didn't say this at jimin's face,that at jimin's face. People really need words !? More than 10 years and he have showed us more than enough that he care a lot about jimin. Even from their debut era, when the requirements where so not acceptable by him, he did it for the sake of doing it . That to push jimin away for fun, to make fun of him. From jimin's words we already know that jungkook used to say sorry for all these during night while the other pretend to sleep so he could listen. You think jungkook don't care ? He didn't care ? He won't care ? No, thats not the case. He is a pure soul, was a shy baby even to make eye contact with army from the beginning. As they grew up, he was inspired to be a dancer rather than a singer. He decided on that. They have discussed how jimin was shocked when he heard about this and how he wanted jungkook to be a singer, as an important member in their group like everyone. You think jungkook will never care about that person who stood always by his side day or night, ups or downs, happiness or sadness. You think Jungkook is some kind of ungreatful brat? That might be in your delulu fanfiction. In reality (what they have shown us, real reality is unknown to fans ) he seems very kind, generous, soft and care every other person. Too polite, a gentleman! So what made you think that jungkook never care about jimin ? Just tell me one reason why ? Just one !?

Keep the 'ship' aside. I never use that term to disrespect their bond. Never !

Now just think, when you say that jungkook never care about jimin, aren't you indirectly pointing out that he is a brat? An arrogant? The doe eyed boy which carry a galaxy in his eyes, who grew infront of ARMY, who claimed he loves ARMY the more - is arrogant? Is he faking?? How can you even bring this up ?? How can you ever think like that??

Whats your problem when it comes to jimin and jungkook? Why can't you digest the fact that they click each other easily. Just why ? Will it affect the rotation of earth?? Will it cause global warming 2 times more ? Just why CAN'T YOU accept the FACT ??

I want this fandom normalise jikook like every other duo ! No freaking ship !! Their bond should be respected! Their love should be valued ...

♡

i don't know how I reached this far, just talking about them and how fandom treats them fumes me like anything hahaha..

So.... My park filter, yeah ! You both deserve all the happiness and love. Keep going my loves

#jimin and jungkook #mingukkie #minkook #jikook #kookmin #bts jimin #bts jungkook

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aardvaark · 8 hours ago

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leverage rewatch: s1e1 "the nigerian job"

i love that nate’s very first line is threatening to punch this guy in the throat, said while day drinking alone in a bar. really sets the stage for how broken up he is at this moment.

on the opposite end, hardisons first line is insulting the tech for this heist lol. immediately clear this team is gonna be a problem (affectionate) for nate.

eliot’s first line is said to somehow both commend and mock hardison ("you’re not as useless as you look") and that is a pretty good look into their dynamic for the whole series lol.

hardison and parker’s very first on-screen interaction is hardison being enamored with her (and eliot teasing him about it) <3

hardison telling eliot "i don’t even know what you do" is a fun little line because it starts to show how much the team actually know about each other before this heist. like, nate knows a decent amount about all of them, and they know a bit about nate. but hardison knows nothing about eliot, and eliot’s (previously mentioned) first line also implies that if he does know anything about hardison, it’s probably not much either. im gonna elaborate on this in a separate post before i get off track lol.

parker’s first *mention* comes before she’s actually on screen, when nate is looking through the files of the team he’s gonna work with and says that "parker is insane". people have pointed this out a bunch of times before but this is a really perfect first mention of her because we will spend most of her arc throughout the series showing that this isn’t really true! by season five, she’ll get to finally "respond" to that introduction of hers - "they said i was crazy, but i never was. i never was". and it’s really interesting to see nate go from being the person who calls her insane to fully trusting her with leading the team when he’s gone.

i still think about the giant sheet of glass that parker lets fall to the ground in the first heist lol. are the people on the street okay

also love the "why the f-" [cut off] line that parker gets. i think that's the closest we get to one of the main characters saying fuck?

nate calling them children in the first episode. ironic for a guy who did NOT set out to be a father figure to these weird criminals who are gonna follow him around for the next five years.

parker being the one to introduce the chess metaphor my beloved <3 shes very perceptive! and she also just knows that "crime is fun" and nate's bound to enjoy it lol.

hospital scene from the extended pilot <3 how come eliot's chained to a chair instead of a bed like the rest of them? anyway, i wish more people watched the extended pilot because in the season 1 finale when eliot shoves the hard hat on hardison's head, you should know that he's getting petty revenge for when hardison shoved eliot's head into the roof of the cop car in this scene.

nate saying there's "payback, and if it goes right, a lot of money" for eliot and "a lot of money, and if it goes right, payback" for parker, he's got their (current) motivations nailed already.

parker and hardison being like "yeah sure lets go get whatever a 'sophie' is" vs eliot asking lol. but he also evidently follows regardless. yeah thats pretty much how nate's gonna be, sorry eliot, you'll get used to this.

i find nate and sophie's first scenes so sweet. he watches her terrible acting but from his expression you'd think she was gonna win an oscar. and when she sees him in that alley, she's trying to continue being the cool and mysterious femme fatale but she's clearly so happy underneath - he came and found her! he sought her out! he's playing her side now, and that changes everything! (and one day soon she'll realise - oh shit, this changes everything. but tonight she's just over the moon). i know they're very much not the fan favourites, but u gotta admit that their interactions in the pilot... chefs kiss!!

in the next scene at hardison's apartment, (btw, rip hardison's awesome pilot apartment which we never see again), sophie is dressed down and intently listening and taking notes which is fairly unusual for her. but not out of character necessarily - when she mentors parker in grifting later, she encourages parker to take handwritten notes.

"that's an odd thing for you to know" "that's an odd place for you to be" (eliot and sophie's lines). he picks up on her suspicious knowledge and she challenges him right back. and he immediately knows to only trust sophie about as far as he can throw her.

i wish we got to see a little of sophie meeting the others! but there's no time and it would be an unnecessary scene. i like that their introduction to sophie was her awful acting though, because that will always be their first impression - not of an incredible grifter, but of a much sillier and more genuine version of sophie than we otherwise see for most of season one.

parker laughing at hardison's joke is also adorable.

no comments on the eliot + nate pool table scene, because @laser-tripwires has already written an incredible analysis of that interaction here. :) !!

actually the only thing i will mention is eliot saying that they all know about nate's kid dying - that's very important. nate wouldn't want them to know his vulnerabilities. even if they just pity him... well to him, that might be worse.

eliot saying "incoming" about sophie walking over is also really funny to me. referring to her like she's something dangerous, and he's joking but he's not wrong!

okay where did sophie get the "black king, white knight" line from? she was not there when parker said that. maybe everyone speaks in chess metaphors in the leverage Crime World.

#lvgwatch25 #leverageposting #leverage #the nigerian job

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slut4thebroken · 12 hours ago

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Va Va Voom

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Pairing | Emmett x reader

Summary | “Cause I know he got a wife at home, but I need just one night alone.”

Warnings | Smut, cheating (lmaoo sorry, Nora), sloppy toppy (obviously), deep throating, face fucking, gagging, throat pie, riding, multiple orgasms, vibrator, emotional manipulation??, creampie, reader isn’t necessarily dominant but she’s definitely very confident.

Words | 3.5 k

Notes | Idk everytime I’ve listened to this song I’ve wanted to write a fic inspired by it lol so here it is.

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Also I think I’ve always subconsciously thought of Emmett for this song because I have an edit of him saved with it😭 but like Cillian or Tommy were also options and I almost went with Cillian because of “cause he look like a superstar in the makin” and “cause it look like he modelin' clothes in Dublin” but idk I just don’t think he’d literally ever cheat skdhsk

You weren’t stupid— you could see the ring on his left hand, clear as day. While you may not have been stupid, you’ve always been bold…

Which is how you found yourself beside Emmett, nursing your second cocktail while he drank his beer. Originally he was watching the game on the tv, but now he was engaged in conversation with you… doing his best not to stare at your tits…

“So, what are you doing here all alone anyway? I don’t think I asked yet.”

“I usually go to the bar after work on Fridays.”

“I see… There’s no one waiting for you at home then?” You already knew the answer, but you asked anyway.

“No- uh,” he said, clearing his throat almost uncomfortably, “my wife and two boys are home.”

“Ah.” You nodded, taking another sip of your drink. “Are they young?”

“Five and seven.”

“Wow. I don’t blame you for coming here after such a long day at work. Must be pretty stressful going home to that.” You were purposefully trying to empathize with him, laying the groundwork for your eventual proposal.

“I know my wife probably needs the help, but.. it’s just…”

“I get it.” You smiled. “It’s not selfish to indulge in some pleasure for yourself every once in a while. You deserve a break too.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, taking another sip of his beer, “pleasure is hard to come by these days.” He muttered. It almost seemed like the words slipped out before he even realized what he was saying.

“I’m sure it is. Two boys sounds exhausting— and on top of that you’re working all day?” You shook your head in disapproval. “If I were married, I’d never let my husband feel so neglected.”

“She’s not… like that.” He said, almost reluctantly.

“No? When’s the last time you’ve fucked her?” He seemed caught off guard by your sudden boldness. Based on his expression alone, you could already tell what his answer was.

“She’s tired from taking care of the boys, okay? It’s not…” he sighed quietly. “We would if we both had the energy.”

You hummed in acknowledgment and brought your drink up to your lips again. “Is she your age?”

“Only a few years younger.”

“Ah… Now it’s all making sense. I don’t blame her for being so tired.” You gave him a sympathetic look, but you couldn’t quite read his expression. “I don’t know… I’d hate myself if my husband was so unsatisfied— whether it was or wasn’t my fault.” He looked away and cleared his throat again. “You know what both of you probably need?”

“A vacation?” He scoffed a laugh, but you moved past his response quickly, knowing you were finally getting close.

“Too much planning and effort.” You said dismissively. “I’m sure someone younger— someone with more energy— would be exactly what you need. Same for her.”

“We’re not in an open marriage.” Was all he said.

“I wasn’t implying you should be. But every once in a while, you should be allowed to feel taken care of. Wouldn’t you want her to feel that way?”

“Would I want her to cheat on me? No.” He scoffed. You stared at him for a moment, then looked away and finished the rest of your drink. He almost seemed disappointed when you called the bartender over for your check. After you signed it, you grabbed a napkin and wrote down your address, then slid it over to him.

“If you change your mind, I’ll still be up for a while.” You gave him one last smile before walking out.

Honestly you weren’t completely sure what he would do. You were hoping your inkling was right though.

After getting home, you tidied up a bit and lit a candle just in case, then you waited. It was barely half an hour later that you heard a knock on the door.

Emmett was standing outside and you smiled when you saw him, then opened the door wider for him to come in. He hesitated for only a moment before tentatively stepping inside.

“I can’t stay long…”

“I take it that means you don’t want a drink?” When he didn’t immediately answer, you started walking to the living room— You had a feeling that doing this in a bed would be too much for him. “Either way, we won’t be getting to the main event for a little while so I’m sure you can have something small. I have whiskey, bourbon, and wine.”

“Uh… Bourbon.”

When you started walking to the kitchen, he hesitated. “You can sit down and make yourself comfortable.” All he did was nod and head over to the couch. After pouring some of the bourbon into a glass, you walked back over and handed it to him.

“Thanks.” He watched you get down on your knees, his eyes widening. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t have to if you don’t want me to… But you can’t stay long and I figured you wouldn’t want to kiss.” You explained, waiting for his permission before continuing. He cleared his throat, then nodded and chugged some of the bourbon. “Just relax, Emmett. Enjoy your drink and let me take care of you.”

You placed your hands on his thighs and slowly snaked them up, then used one to palm his erection over his jeans. He let out a shaky breath and settled back into the couch more, making you smirk a little.

“How long has it been?” You asked curiously, still just rubbing his growing bulge.

“Uh… My birthday, a few months ago.” He said, sounding almost embarrassed.

“Think you can finish twice?”

“Probably.”

“Good.” You smiled, finally starting to unbutton his jeans. He drank more of the bourbon, barely able to look at you as you pulled his erection out of his pants and underwear. You bit your lip and took it in your hand, stroking him slowly. If you were married to someone with such an attractive cock, you’d be offering up your holes 24/7, regardless of how tired you were.

When you suddenly enveloped the tip in your mouth, he let out a choked sound. You suckled gently while still stroking the rest of his cock, just trying to get him warmed up before you really got started.

“Would you rather I control the pace or do you want to fuck my throat?” You suddenly asked, making his eyes widen the slightest bit. In response, he tentatively placed his free hand on the back of your head. You grasped his thighs and started bobbing up and down, waiting for him to take over. When he still hesitated, you rolled your eyes and took his cock all the way in your throat, forcing a grunt out of him. As you stayed in place, his hand finally grabbed onto your hair, then started slowly pulling you up and down.

He released a low, gravelly moan and let his head fall back on the couch, grunting each time his cock slipped past your throat barrier into the suffocating heat of your esophagus.

“Fuck…” He groaned, taking a lazy sip of his drink. If your lips weren’t stretched around his cock, you would’ve smirked at how easily he came undone. When he pushed you all the way down and held you there, you stuck your tongue out to start lapping at his balls, making his hips flinch up, choking you. He cursed under his breath and tightened his grip on your hair, his hips gyrating against your face with his cock lodged deep in your throat.

After another moment, he finally let you pull back. You panted heavily, watching him down the rest of his drink, then set the glass on the side table.

“Feeling good?” You asked, just wanting to be sure.

“Very.” He said breathily, making you smile. You wrapped your lips around his cock again and he gathered all of your hair in his hand, then started pushing you down and pulling you back up. You moved one of your hands to gently cup his balls, forcing another guttural sound out of him. Unable to hold back, he started moving you faster. When you finally gagged, he pulled you off again.

“I’ll pinch you if I need to stop. Just keep going.” You said through heaving breaths. All he could do was nod and resume fucking your throat. He seemed to be going harder and faster now that he knew he didn’t have to stop if you gagged. For the most part, you took it perfectly fine, but you’d gag or choke every once in a while. Spit was rolling down his cock to his balls and your hand, making you finally pinch him. He let go and you immediately reached for his pants and underwear, pulling them down to his ankles.

“I didn’t want to get anything on your clothes.” You explained. “While I have more room though…” You pushed his thighs open a little more, then dove down, this time aiming for his balls. He cursed under his breath and his grip on your hair tightened as you sucked and licked shamelessly.

“Jesus-” He choked out, spreading his legs wider for you. Another moan slipped out when you grabbed his cock to start pumping slowly, adding to the pleasure. Finally, he tugged on your hair and let out what you could only describe as a whine. “I’m getting close already.”

You chuckled quietly, but relented. “Come down my throat,” you told him before putting your mouth back on his cock. He eagerly resumed fucking your throat and the sounds filling the room were obscene— your moans and his grunts, accompanied by the wet sounds of your throat each time his cock plunged deep.

You were still gagging, tears brimming in your eyes, but his cock was practically throbbing in your mouth… You didn’t want to make him wait for his much needed release just because you kept choking. So you moved your hands behind your back and clasped them together to keep yourself from pinching his leg to let you pull off.

“Fuck— I’m coming.” He choked out, jerking your head on his cock a few more times before releasing your hair to grab your skull and pull you all the way down. Your nose was buried in the tuft of hair at the base, his twitching balls pressed firmly against your chin, and his pulsing cock nestled deep in your snug throat.

His grunts were practically feral as his hips bucked upward, desperately trying to bury his cock impossibly deeper. You gagged so hard that your body convulsed and tears finally fell down your cheeks, but he was so preoccupied with his orgasm that you didn’t think he would’ve let you pull off whether you wanted to or not.

After another moment, all of his come was unloaded down your throat, but he didn’t let go yet. He panted heavily and savored the feeling of your esophagus convulsing around the sensitive tip of his cock. As his panting calmed down, he slowly loosened his grip on your head, then let you finally pull off. You coughed a little and struggled to catch your breath, swallowing down the remaining come that wasn’t immediately shot down your throat.

“You really needed that, didn’t you?” You asked with a small smile and he scoffed a laugh, keeping his head leaned back on the couch and his eyes closed.

“I can’t even remember the last time I’ve gotten head like that.” He said breathily.

“Can I still ride you or do you want to be done?” He finally let out a heavy breath and opened his eyes to look down at you.

“You haven’t come yet though.” That almost made you laugh a little bit.

“I’m not the one who hasn’t fucked someone in months. Plus, I can just finish with my vibrator after you leave if you want to head out.” He swallowed thickly and checked his watch for the time, then looked away, thinking. You rubbed a soothing hand over his bare thigh as you waited patiently for his response.

“I don’t have a condom.” He said weakly.

“I’m clean and on the pill.” He bit his lip, still not looking at you. The fact that he was hesitating wasn’t exactly a good sign, but you continued waiting patiently.

“I just finished that bourbon a few minutes ago… so I should probably wait a little longer before I drive home.” You tried not to roll your eyes at his excuse.

“Exactly.” He watched you stand up and reach behind yourself to unzip your dress. When you pulled it off and dropped it on the floor, he swallowed thickly, his gaze dragging over your body and lacy lingerie. “Do you want me to leave it on or take it off?” Usually you’d do whatever you were in the mood for, but this was about Emmett.

“Panties off.” He said simply. You pushed the fabric down your legs, then stepped out of them. He was completely entranced as he watched you kneel over his lap and grab his half hard cock to line up. When you slowly sunk down, his hands practically flew to your hips and his head fell back on the couch with a low mewl. You’re no virgin obviously, but Emmett was decently big so the stretch stung a little— However, you weren’t even slightly deterred.

“God- you’re so fucking tight.” He grunted, making you smirk. “I forgot how g-good it feels raw…” He choked out, struggling to calm his breathing.

Once you were fully seated on his cock, you paused, giving him a moment. “You okay?” You asked softly, running your fingers through his hair while your other hand rested flat on his chest. He nodded, but kept his eyes closed. “Yeah?” You mused, making him just nod again. “Can I start moving?”

“Please.” He choked out, his grip flexing on your hips. You began slowly rocking back and forth, letting him get used to the sensation a little longer. “More.” He all but whined. So you switched it up to start lifting yourself up, then dropping back down at a tortuously slow speed. You wanted nothing more than to bounce on his cock and fuck yourself silly, but it wasn’t about you…

“Touch me, Emmett.” You ordered softly, making him finally lift his head and open his eyes again. His hands snaked up your waist to squeeze and grope your tits as he stared at them, completely entranced. He pulled your bra down below your breasts, then rolled your nipples between his fingers experimentally, making you curse under your breath.

“Fuck… these tits…” He gruffed, unable to look away. You smirked at his reaction, but didn’t comment on it.

Finally getting worked up enough to go at your own pace, you suddenly sped up, making him grunt. You bounced on his lap as fast as your legs would allow. He moved his hands to your ass to guide your movements a little, but also so he could watch the way your tits moved as you rode him.

“Your cock feels so fucking good.” You moaned breathily, letting your eyes roll back as you lost yourself in the pleasure of the stretch. “So big…” You couldn’t believe that his wife wasn’t eager to have this cock inside her all the damn time, because you certainly were.

“I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer…” He choked out, and you tried not to audibly groan because you didn’t want to make him feel bad.

“That’s okay. Vibrator, remember?” You chuckled half heartedly— a little disappointed that you wouldn’t be coming on his cock. When he reached a hand between your legs, you reluctantly pulled it away. “Emmett, honestly, I have all the time in the world for getting off and all the energy I need to hook up with people whenever I want. I just want to make you feel good.”

“Fine.” He said, but his tone lacked resignation, making you a little skeptical. “Go get your vibrator.” Your brows shot up and your movements slowed to a stop. “Now, before I blow my load in two fucking seconds.” He growled impatiently.

You stared at him for another moment, then scoffed a laugh and carefully lifted yourself off his cock to go retrieve the toy— This was definitely a pleasant surprise.

When you returned, you eagerly climbed back on his lap and sat on his cock, then put the vibrator on your clit and turned it on. He let out a choked moan at the feeling of your cunt tightening around him and you bit down on your lip, barely holding back a loud, almost pornographic moan.

“Keep going.” He practically begged, bringing his hands to your hips. You started bouncing on his cock again, having a harder time focusing on keeping your movements fluid and constant.

Emmett’s hands snaked up your back to unclasp your bra and you helped him pull it off your arms, dropping it to the floor. He groaned loudly at the sight of your tits bouncing wildly as you rode him.

When his phone started ringing, both of you froze, just staring at each other for a moment. Finally, he cleared his throat and reached down to his pants that were still around his ankles, grabbing his phone. You turned off the vibrator with a quiet whine of displeasure, but let him answer.

“Hey, hon.” He said awkwardly. You started slowly moving up and down, making his free hand squeeze your hip hard enough to bruise. “Yeah, I’ll be home soon. Just lost track of time watching the game.” He bit his lip to muffle his sounds. “Okay. I’ll see you soon.”

The moment he hung up and tossed his phone to the other side of the couch, it was like he just snapped. He planted his feet on the floor and grabbed both of your hips, then started bucking up into you almost savagely.

“Fuck! Oh my god.” You cried out, moaning loudly. With one hand bracing yourself on the back of the couch, the other brought the vibrator back down to your clit. “Don’t stop— Please don’t stop, I’m so close!” He didn’t bother with a response, focusing on pounding you hard and fast, sending you hurtling toward the edge.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, the intense feeling of him fucking you being doubled by the vibrator. He groaned at the feeling of your pussy clamping down on his cock, fluttering wildly as you rode it out. Even after the pleasure faded, he kept rapidly bucking up into you, ignoring your pained whimpers as he focused on his own pleasure.

Letting out a low, borderline feral growl, he slammed your body down on his lap, impaling you fully on his length. He was grunting and moaning quietly, his cock twitching inside your sensitive hole, spurting out ropes of hot come.

You whined at how deep he felt, unable to do anything other than sit here and take it with how strong his grip was. Only after he drained his balls completely did his grip finally loosen, no longer tight enough to cause bruises. Both of you panted heavily for a while and you let your head drop down, moaning softly when you saw the way your stomach was bulging from his cock.

You waited for both of you to recover a little bit, then you gently lifted yourself off his cock, forcing a quiet grunt out of him. Not wasting any time, you quickly got down on your knees again and lapped up the rivulets of come that were dripping down his cock to his balls, making sure the mess couldn’t spread anywhere else. He hissed at the sensitivity and his cock twitched, but you were done before he could react any further. Even as you raised his pants and underwear to his thighs, he still remained boneless on the couch.

“Do you want a coffee for the road?” You asked, knowing he had to go sooner rather than later.

“No, I’ll be fine.” He sighed. After another moment, he finally got to his feet. You were pulling his clothes up the rest of the way before he had a chance to do it himself. “Thanks.” He said, staring down at you as you tucked his softening cock away, then buttoned his pants.

“Don’t mention it.” You smiled. When he held out his hand, you grabbed it and rose to your feet. Your nude body next to his fully clothed one made you blush, but you were far from shy or embarrassed. “I hope you feel at least a little taken care of?” All he could do was nod. “Good. You deserve it.” You reminded him.

You could tell he felt awkward as you both walked to the front door, but you were completely relaxed— especially after that orgasm.

“Um…” He swallowed thickly, struggling to maintain eye contact and not look at your body. “Thanks.” He said again, and you chuckled quietly, amused by his struggle to find words.

“If you ever need to blow off some steam again or relax… you know where to find me.” You said suggestively, looking up at him through your lashes, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Once again, all he could do was nod, so you opened the door for him, letting him walk out, already knowing he’d be back eventually.

#emmett a quiet place #emmett x you #emmett x reader smut #emmett x reader #emmett smut #cillian murphy #kinktober 2024 #kinktober

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SHUT UP MINA IM LIKE JINJA NOT OKAY RN??!!! This is one of the best pieces of fiction I've ever read and I'm not saying that just to say it, you know me.

Where do I even start, omg...All of your descriptions had me shaking. Like wdym there's people out there who are so talented that they can so vividly describe damn colours that make me then vividly envision it in my mind?? Like, bro, I could see absolutely everything as I was reading it, you're jinja nuts my friend. Show me your ways rn!

The owner of the shop, the most beautiful garden fairy you had ever laid eyes on, stood with his legs in a wide stance and hands open, as if holding an invisible box. His eyes were trained on the mess of porcelain shards, a dozen red roses and a pool of water decorated the wooden flooring. The pair of see-through wings with a dash of green in them flickered fiercely, a sign of annoyance that he refused to express on his gorgeous face. Your own wings, thin and blue, fluttered as a smile overtook your features.

I'm punching the wall at this sequence here, can you see me? Because-because the whole drabble is full of descriptions like this one and I'm about to throw up over how insanely good they are, Mina. Get over here so I can kiss kiss that damn forehead, RAH!

Also, Yeosang and the MC??? Bitch, I want a best friend like Yeosang rn! Their friendship is so precious and even tho we don't get to see too much of it, I can still tell they go way back and just how they'd always been, it's amazing. Him calling her bubbles??? So what the fuck would you say if I punched a hole in the wall??? I already told you over Discord that I teared up over their friendship lmao, and that feeling still stands!

The one thing you had in common — being of the same species — was the magnetic pull that brought you together — the garden fairy who wore his heart on his sleeve and the water fairy who, despite having a smile warm enough to melt blocks of ice, didn’t think twice before standing up for others.

Absolutely bawling, yk??? I am obsessed with the MC you created for this drabble, like she's so lovely and cool...I kinda see myself in her and that's making me so delulu ACK. Anyways, you should give me a 30k oneshot about solely JongSang to satisfy my greed, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. Also, Wooyoung is a menace as always and I would love to see more of him, too, lol. Yk what, Mina?? Just gimme more of EVERYTHING!

And NOW-PARK SEONGHWA HOLY FUCK???!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM AND TO ME?!! I knew the outfit you'd give him and I was STILL not prepared for it because-HOLY SHIT SEONGHWA PINK HAPPY TRAIL???? BIIIIITCH!!! I'M INSANE DON'T YOU KNOW THAT ALREADY??!!! No because, Mina, this Seonghwa, in this story-HOLY MOLY I folded so many times, you don't understand, I need him very embarrassingly. And their first meeting is also so freaking cute AAAH, the second that little leaf flew off her wrist I just knew what was about to happen and I almost squealed at my workplace (yes, I'm reading it here ehehehe) and also kindaaa kicked my feet HEHEHE.

Seonghwa’s grin broadened. It wasn’t a matter of what, but of who. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as he leaned even closer to you. The three letter word rested on the gap of his teeth, just gauging your wide eyed expression. In a whisper, far more quiet than the calm ripple of waves or comforting sound of bubbles bursting he answered your question. “You.”

Bitch and if I barf?? Then what?! I love how there's a tinge of cockiness and self-assuredness to this Seonghwa and yet he remains so sweet and shy, like MAN-can you let me catch a BREAK???

He hummed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. More obvious than the grass being green and the sky blue. “Yes, you. My pretty water fairy. The prettiest water fairy.” “Don’t shy away from me, pretty. I’ve been waiting for years to finally meet you and I want to stare at you until I’ve memorized the most discreet feature of your beautiful face.”

UHM-I've jinja just stabbed myself in the eye, AHAHAHA bye. I cannot do this, nu-uh, no woman, I just can't.

Her knowing all that stuff about gardens and whatnot due to being friends with Yeosang for so long- I just know that bitch (said affectionately about Seonghwa) fell in love even harder with the MC when she started saying what each rose represents. YEAH, I JUST KNOW IT OKAY! Their whole interaction, from start to finish, was jinja so good and endearing I was praying it would never be over lol. I can feel their eagerness and desire for each other and call me a freak- but them doing the devil's tango on that bench would've been very understandable because I would've long ago jumped his bones if I were the MC AHAHAHA, oopsies~

I hope this couple never dies and I need them married with many little fairies BECAUSE I NEED TO KNOW WHAT COLOUR THEIR WINGS ARE, DO U UNDERSTAND MINA??? Also, since I brought this up- Imma kiss kiss your brain (because your forehead isn't enough anymore, and we both know how you feel about the toes-) because you gave this story such a unique touch! The fairies having wings and also all the others creatures and how they coexist...man, I wish you would give us so much more of this universe because it's fantastic.

Also, I must say this...I was never too fond of this trope because I find it basic and that it limits my creativity, so I was kinda praying I wouldn't get it LMAO. But then when you got it, I was so curious how you'd pull it off and MY GOD was I not disappointed. Like...it's seriously so good and so well done, I just love it a lot and I'm happy you got to write this trope because it was executed, dare I say, perfectly! The story was also so fluffy and just AAA...look at us making them kiss and be all lovey-dovey just after hours of meeting ahahaha (I'm looking at you Yeosang from my soulmate au).

I think I'll stop here for now, but if I remember anything else I know where to find you, hehehe...also, I think it's safe to say that this story is my favourite one so far from this event.

A Second to Forever | Park Seonghwa

🍄 Summary: The countdown on your wrist was getting closer to its end and the jitters of finally meeting your soulmate were rendering you an anxious mess. It was a moment you had waited for your entire life — the chance to put a face and name to the person you were destined to meet — and it made you think of different ways to escape fate. After a series of comedic events where everything that could go wrong, did, you met your soulmate. In that instant, everything changed. The encounter was filled with sparks of attraction, warmth and genuine connection, leading to a tender first interaction that left you both feeling enchanted.

🍄 Pairing(s): Fairy!Seonghwa x Fairy!Reader, brief Fairy!Yeosang x Werewolf!Jongho

🍄 Genres/Tropes: Soulmate AU, non-idol AU, fantasy AU, fluff, humour

🍄 Warnings/Tags: female reader, no use of (Y/N), use of magic, water manipulation, flower manipulation, Wooyoung is a mood, petnames (bubbles, little one, jjong, love, darling), smooth talker!Hwa, flustered!MC, Seonghwa has some insecurities, brief mention of kidnapping and murder (literally just mentioned once in conversation), kissing and cuteness overload

🍄 Wordcount: 7.1K

🍄 Author's Note: Click the image for a better resolution (Tumblr I hate you). Happy Friday everyone!!! I don't have a lot to say, except for enjoy hehehe. It was quite fun to write this one. I've never really done a fantasy/fairy au before so it was certainly a fun challenge! The fairies are sometimes referred to as little one / little fairy, not because of their physical appearance but because fairies are described as 'tiny' in tales even though they are human sized here!

This is all fiction and not meant to represent the idols involved in any way or form. This work is rated SFW, however it contains mature scenes, not sexual content but moments of intimacy. Minors, please, read at your own risk and refrain from interacting or following my blog!!!

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The beautiful pink petals of the cherry blossom trees littered the streets of Seoul. The flowers could be found in every corner and in every crevice, covering the ground in a pink blanket, much like the thick layer of snow in the winter season. Peering out of the window of Yeosang’s flower shop, you wonder about the story behind each passerby. A trio of young witches dressed in high school uniforms walked by with their arms looped and joyous laughs tumbling out of their mouths. A tall man triple checked his wristwatch, hair gelled back and one sharp tooth peeking out. The stress was evident on his pale face and your eyes flashed down to the fat blue ring resting atop his middle finger. The bright complexion and fang was a giveaway, yet the piece of jewelry confirmed your thoughts.

The vampire narrowly avoided colliding with another man nearly half of his height that appeared out of nowhere. You glanced down and noticed the lack of feet on the new person. Ghosts weren’t usually seen out in the open during daytime as the sun made them nearly invisible. The bright rays pierced through their translucent forms and turned them invisible to those who weren’t aware of their surroundings. It was good you could walk through them, a bit disrespectful, but at least they weren’t involved in a lot of traffic accidents.

As if on cue, a loud crash erupted behind you, and you were quick to turn around. The owner of the shop, the most beautiful garden fairy you had ever laid eyes on, stood with his legs in a wide stance and hands open, as if holding an invisible box. His eyes were trained on the mess of porcelain shards, a dozen red roses and a pool of water decorated the wooden flooring. The pair of see-through wings with a dash of green in them flickered fiercely, a sign of annoyance that he refused to express on his gorgeous face. Your own wings, thin and blue, fluttered as a smile overtook your features.

“You alright, Sang?”

“Mhm,” he hummed and crouched down to pick up the aftermath of his ditziness. “It’s the fourth vase this month…”

You grabbed the broom and dustpan from the corner while Yeosang separated the roses from the remains that couldn’t be reused. Before you got to sweeping, you placed your hand right above the puddle and wiggled your fingers. The water slowly separated from the floor and hovered in the air, taking on an oblong shape that bent at your will. You guided the water to the drain with a flick of your wrist and the only proof of there ever being an accident were the broken shards. Yeosang shot you a grateful look and you handed him the floor scoop in return as you gently swept the bits into the dustpan.

“You can’t blame yourself for the first two times, remember? It isn’t your fault the customer’s service dog accidentally knocked stuff down with his tail and it definitely isn’t your fault that some parents bring their kids in and have no control of the devil spawns playing tag in a flower shop!”

“You’re right.”

“Of course I am!”

Yeosang ignored your cheery outburst and threw the collected pieces in the trash can behind the register. Overwhelmed by being in the center of attention, even if it was only him and you there, he reflected the light on you.

“How much time is there left?”

You slid your forearms across the counter with your palms facing the ceiling. The digital timer that was injected into your wrist seconds after you entered the world was currently showing 01:10:20 with the last numbers frequently changing. Seventy minutes. A little more than an hour left until you’d come face to face with your other half. The thought sent a pleasant spark down your spine and along the thin veins of your wings. Many nights were spent staying awake and wondering who they were and the times you managed to succumb to sleep, you were visited by the image of your soulmate, but the face was always hidden behind a blurry shield.

Just a little while longer and you’d be able to trace the outline of their features. Then there was the curiosity whether they were a fairy like you or another creature. It wasn’t unheard of or impossible to be paired with something other than your own kind. You knew fairies whose soulmates were everything from witches to werewolves, however your soulmate was yet to show themselves.

“That’s soon,” he replied, a dash of excitement lingering in his voice and a joyous glint twinkling in his eyes.

“Right… I don’t know whether it’s too soon or not soon enough.” You buried your face in the safety of your palms. “Oh, Yeosang, what am I going to do? It feels like my heart is going to burst out of my chest!”

A fresh and slightly musky aroma with a hint of fruity sweetness surrounded you, blossoming a comforting and warm feeling in your chest. The flower shop was filled with a variety of different scents, but this one stood out, as if the plant was right beneath your nose. A barely-there touch grazed the slightly exposed part of your cheek, right beside your ear, and you slowly raised your head only to be met with the lovely sight of a large jasmine bush protruding between the planks. Jasmines were known for their calming effect and you could practically feel the tension melting off your shoulders, back and jaw.

“Thank you, Sangie.”

“Anytime, bubbles. Now, I can see the cogs turning in your head. Go ahead and ask away.”

“What… How was it when you met Jongho?”

The garden fairy paused for a second and thought over his answer. For someone who had already met his soulmate, it was hard to put the experience into words. How was Yeosang supposed to explain the unfathomable feeling of the air shifting the moment he locked eyes with his soulmate?

“I don’t know how to explain it, but believe me when I say that all of my worries disappeared when I met Jongho. Nothing in the world mattered anymore. I could literally be on the brink of death and I wouldn’t even care because, well, he was there.” A blush the same hue of his heart-shaped birthmark rose to his cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears.

Yeosang and Jongho met in their first year of university, if you recalled correctly. That would be a mere five years ago. Yeosang was running late for his exam and was in such distress, he forgot about the countdown on his wrist. His thoughts were everywhere and nowhere. It would be a miracle if the fairy even remembered half of the material he revised in time for the evaluation. Yeosang quickly regretted his choice of taking the elevator instead of sprinting up the five flights of stairs. He didn’t even think of using his wings!

There were just a few more minutes until the doors would close, so when the elevator dinged and the doors just started parting, Yeosang slipped through the crack and collided with a sturdy chest. Everything he was holding — keys, pencil case, water bottle, notepad — fell to the ground along with an apology slipping out of his lips. The words didn’t get very far as Yeosang looked up and found the warmest pair of eyes staring right back at him. Yes, he missed the exam.

You sighed at the dreamy look on his face. “You’re just saying that because you love Jongho’s eyes.”

“Do not!” His glow intensified and took on the shade of the red roses behind him, a stark contrast to his green and black highlights. Yeosang eventually yielded as you raised your brows and tilted your head sideways. “Okay, I do love him, but it’s not because of his eyes!”

Joy stretched your lips into a genuine smile. You were happy for him. It was about time someone other than you brought the fairy out of his shell and Jongho, from the brief encounters you had with the werewolf, was just the man for the job. Your friendship with Yeosang blossomed in elementary school. The class consisted mostly of vampires, witches and werewolves, and hadn’t it been for you and Yeosang, the homeroom would’ve been vacant of fairies. The one thing you had in common — being of the same species — was the magnetic pull that brought you together — the garden fairy who wore his heart on his sleeve and the water fairy who, despite having a smile warm enough to melt blocks of ice, didn’t think twice before standing up for others. In other words, by drenching the pupils for making fun of the sweetest boy in class.

Though one was a garden fairy and the other a water fairy, your differences went beyond your magical abilities. Yeosang was quiet and you were loud. He liked to observe while you wanted to participate. The apples of his cheeks set ablaze at the merest crumb of attention while you didn’t shy away from the spotlight. Your differences didn’t hinder you from being friends, on the contrary actually. The different traits were perhaps the reason why you stayed friends for so long.

Having an unpredictable mind that changed course like the unruly waters of the sea, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts run down an unstoppable stream. If the universe paired Yeosang with someone that was an anchor — grounding and strong, giving him the opportunity to lean on his soulmate whenever — what would it give you? Would your soulmate be a vampire, cold and quiet, to balance your loud and bubbly personality? Or what if they were a controlling werewolf, an alpha ordering you around, trying to drown out your outgoing persona? But your soulmate wouldn’t hurt you, right?

The silence on your part alerted Yeosang and he was quick to notice your distant gaze. He slowly waved his hand in front of you, the motion eventually getting more frantic the longer your eyes stayed stuck on the same object, until you broke out of the bubble separating you from the rest of the world.

“Are you okay?”

“Just peachy,” you replied without missing a beat and glanced down at your wrist.

00:50:35

Your eyes widened. The time was suddenly moving so fast. All those years of you wailing and complaining about there being an eternity until you’d meet your soulmate were taunting you now.

“What if I lock myself in the guest bathroom of the flower shop?”

“It’s impossible to defy the universe.”

“What will they do? Break the bathroom door?”

Yeosang paused for a moment and gave you a skeptic glance. “Maybe you forget to lock the door.”

"Impossible,” you countered and kept your eyes on the countdown. “I always check twice.”

“Maybe the lock breaks because you pull on the handle when checking.”

It was your turn to take a breath. He had a point and you hated it when he was onto something. “Okay, what if I hide in a river in a bubble of water?”

“Congrats, your soulmate is a merman or mermaid.”

“What if I take a trip to Jongho’s pack?”

The sudden call of your name snapped your eyes up to Yeosang’s. “Do you not want to meet your soulmate? Because you’re really acting like it…”

“It’s not that I don’t wanna meet them. I’m just… scared…”

There was no point in feeling embarrassed of your admission. Everyone you asked who had already met their soulmate told you the same story. How they were nervous, scared and excited about finding out who their other half was. You thought they were stupid at first. Who would be scared of meeting their soulmate? Now you felt stupid for secretly invalidating others’ feelings.

“There’s no reason to be afraid, bubbles. The person you’re destined to meet isn’t just created on a whim. A piece of your soul is taken to put in theirs and vice versa, whoever it is, you’re created to fit each other.”

“But–”

“No buts. You can’t cheat fate…” A quiet blanket settled over the almost empty flower shop. “Take a stroll and try to think of something else. Here.”

A vine covered in different sized leaves emerged from the ceiling at a single twitch of his fingers. Yeosang held his hand out and a leaf the length of your forearm fell off the branch right in his palm. He grabbed each end of the blade and beckoned you to hold out your wrist. The leaf was neatly tied around your timer, successfully covering the changing numbers.

“Now you can’t look at the timer and won’t worry about where you are or who you’re around.”

One corner of your mouth curved up in a gracious smile. “Thank you, flower.”

“I gotchu, now fly away and don’t come back unless you wanna show me your love for all eternity.”

With a new found confidence and a leaf on your wrist, you big Yeosang goodbye and left the flower shop per order. You didn’t know where to go. Any location you thought of was either too fancy or not fancy enough to meet your soulmate in. The idea to wait outside your front porch wasn’t too bad. If they turned out to be a complete weirdo you could just run and hide. The downside would be that they would know where you lived. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you decided to just walk in a straight line and let the path guide you to the person destiny chose for you.

It was a beautiful day. There wasn’t a single cloud in the blue sky, and the sun could freely share its warm rays with the planet. People made the most of the sunny weather and spent the day outdoors. Some took longer walks with their dogs, while others decided to enjoy the clear sky in the outdoor seating areas of coffee shops. As you passed a park, you caught sight of students in high school uniforms with blankets strewn beneath them and books lying open on their laps. The bright weather sent everyone in a good mood and you just hoped the atmosphere wouldn’t change when your timer ran out. Getting sidetracked was easier than you thought. A little further up ahead the road was a fairly new shop which had just opened a few months ago. You did visit it a handful of times to your mother’s requests of buying different ingredients for her and just like then, her gentle voice echoes in your head reminding you to stop by Jung’s Magic Shop on your way home for a bottle of moon petal essence.

The bell above the door jingled at your entry. A surge of intensity hit your nose the moment you stepped over the threshold that you thought blood would ooze out of your nostrils. One word to describe the store would be chaos. The space was the size of a shoe box and crowded due to the many unopened boxes, random piles of books that couldn’t fit in the bookshelves and random trinkets laying around. At first glance, the shop appeared to be empty, but as you reached the register and tapped the small bell with the sign ‘tap me’ attached to it, a man of short stature emerged from a cloud of smoke.

“Hello little fairy,” he greeted and leaned his elbow on the counter while resting his chin on his palm. “What can I help you with this fine evening?”

Jung Wooyoung, the youngest wizard of his family line, was most known for being the new addition in town and almost setting the whole building on fire on his first night there. He was a handsome wizard. Black hair that fell neatly over his nape and tickled the beginning of his shoulders. His equally dark eyes were obscured by a heart-shaped fringe. It was nearly impossible not to squirm beneath his gaze, but the tension would disappear with a quick flash of his bright smile. The most alluring feature of his face would be the mole right beneath his right eye, and if the viewer was extra observant, they would notice a subtle beauty mark on the center of his bottom lip.

“Hey Woo, do you perhaps have some of that moon petal essence?”

“Hmmmmm, I think they are all reserved for other customers.” The hopeful light faded from your eyes and he was quick to take back his words, lowering his tone and whispering behind his hand as if the place was bustling with customers. “But… I can just tell Mrs. Yang, I dropped her bottle.”

“Thank you.”

“No worries, little fairy. Take it as a gift for being my favorite customer.” His eyes jumped down to your wrist and a wrinkle appeared between the skin of his furrowed brows. “What’s wrong with your wrist?”

“Oh, this?” You raised your hand and gave him a better view of the leaf. “It’s nothing, I’m supposed to meet my soulmate soon and I couldn’t stop worrying, so Yeosang tied it to keep me from worrying.”

Wooyoung hummed as his hand reached out to play with the knot of the blade. “Yeosang is that little flower fairy, huh?” He dreamily sighed. “He is beautiful.”

“And happily taken by his soulmate,” you stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh, don’t remind me! Can’t a mind fantasize in peace?” Agile as a fox, he changed the course of the conversation, seemingly no longer interested in the ‘little flower fairy’ and his boyfriend. “Well how much time is there left until you meet the lucky one?”

“It showed less than an hour back at Yeosang’s shop.”

“And you walked all the way over here?” You nodded, a bit clueless at the sudden question. “That’s a thirty minute walk, little one and that’s if you walk at a brisk pace.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I think you need to get out of here unless you want to find the love of your life in this chaos.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly ushered him to get your moon petal essence.

“Jeez, woman. I’m going!”

As soon as Wooyoung handed you the essence trapped in a bottle the size of your pinky, you slipped it over your head and let it dangle around your neck, and dashed back out into the busy street. The door nearly hit you on the way out and you could’ve sworn you heard a cackle come from the inside, definitely Wooyoung pulling some strings to mess with you. A harsh gust of wind swooshed around the many bodies and you threw your hand up to shield your eyes from the flying dust and dirt. What you didn’t expect though was for your leaf to come undone and travel through the air.

“Oh no!” You gasped and quickly ran after it.

As if sensing your chasing figure, the wind picked up and pushed the leaf further away. Like a game of cat and mouse, the blade would land on the ground and then jump a few paces whenever you’d get too close. It was taunting you and that alone made you more determined to capture it again. The thought of Wooyoung casting a spell on it back in his shop didn’t sound too unbelievable. The more time you spent with the wizard, the more of his foxy personality broke through his innocent act.

“Come back here,” you hissed and chased the lively leaf while successfully avoiding collision with the other pedestrians. A brilliant idea flashed before your eyes and everyone watched in awe as your blue wings fluttered to life, and lifted your figure off the ground.

The leaf brushed off your command and continued its path further and further away from you. There was actually no point in retrieving it, but you realized you felt much better not having to look at your timer than when it was visible for everyone to see. Even now, as you were losing your mind trying to get it back, you didn’t think to glance down at your wrist. Entirely occupied by the stupid part of a random plant Yeosang summoned, you didn’t realize your timer was rapidly coming to an end. Your wings flapped rapidly, propelling you forward. Victory filled your veins as you inched closer and closer to the blade. The harsh wind stilled and the leaf fell limp on the ground just as you touched down with the soles of your feet. You ran the last stretch with your arm extended and fingers spread, ready to capture the green piece. A noise of triumph escaped your mouth as you grabbed the end of the blade.

“I got you!”

What you didn’t expect was for the leaf to be pinched between a thumb and forefinger, twice the size of yours, at the other end. You traced the path up the stranger’s arm and gazed into the most beautiful pair of brown eyes you could ever imagine — round and wide, akin to a surprised bunny. A bubble you weren’t aware of burst in your ears and all of your thousands thoughts stored in various chests scattered in the vast space of your mind were reduced to nothing. Your breath was trapped in your throat, yet you didn’t feel the need for air as long as you kept staring at the stranger. A soft breeze — nothing like before — brushed against your bodies and a rain of cherry blossoms followed. The petals landed in the stranger’s hair and blended with his baby pink strands. The man was breathtakingly beautiful and your heart squeezed in content of being the center of his attention.

“Hey,” he said and your insides nearly collapsed from the combination of his slight rasp and soft-spoken tone. His raspberry-colored lips curled upward and dethroned the sun as the warmest source of light in the galaxy. The fairy who couldn’t go a day without speaking was for once at a loss for words.

“Hi,” you squeaked out and hastily rose to your feet, letting go of the oh-so-important leaf.

The man chuckled and followed your lead. His long legs were trapped in a pair of khaki pants and the pine-colored vest was buttoned up, showcasing his sunkissed arms and collarbones, and even a sliver of his belly button adorned by a trail of bright pink hairs. A brown string was tied around his neck, with just enough space for a pinky to slip between his skin and the material, and the ends disappeared beneath his shirt. That wasn’t the only accessory on his beautiful body — a light watch, in the same hue as the necklace, sat snuggly around his left wrist. A pair of beige boots fit his outfit perfectly and perhaps even made him an inch or two taller.

The attire was very comforting as it reminded you of your relatives and the few fairy friends you had. It wasn’t something people wore around these parts as most residents weren’t of fairy descent and stuck to the more modern-day clothes. Before you could spiral into what-ifs, a motion behind him caught your attention and as you threw a glance over his shoulder, the prettiest pair of wings in fairy history came into view. They were much brighter than his hair and glowed with iridescence, shifting from shades of lavender to bubblegum pink beneath the sunlight. But that wasn’t all. A shimmering gold ran through the venations, starting thick and then thinning out as they neared the edge of his wings. The stranger belonged in a bedtime story based solely on his appearance, a tale deserving to be shared with the world.

“I’m Seonghwa.”

He tucked the leaf behind his ear and held out his hand, patiently waiting for you to reciprocate. The moment your palm touched his, he ran his thumb over your knuckles and gave it a soft shake. Gentle ripples erupted along the surface of the skin he touched and it brought a sense of serenity you only felt while being in a pool of water. Seonghwa gently and slowly turned your hand sideways, as if waiting for any attempts of resisting, but continued when you didn’t fight him on it. Multiple zeros glared up at him and a smile, broader than the one before, spread across his cheeks.

“And do tell, is my soulmate’s name as beautiful as her face?”

An embarrassing noise was born as the question struck you like a golden arrow launched from Cupid himself and lodged itself in the center of your heart. To make matters worse, Seonghwa pulled your hand up to his face and planted a chaste, but lingering kiss on your ring finger. If Yeosang knew that a mere kiss and some sugar coated words would leave your brain fried, he would’ve done it a long time ago. Through the haze of pink hearts and desire, you managed to give up your name, but not without stumbling over your tongue a few times first.

“I love being right,” he admitted and you were a second away from fainting in the arms of your soulmate.

“I–I, yo–you– I–I mean, what!?”

Seonghwa chuckled, clearly amused and endeared with your flustered behaviour. “You have a pretty name.”

“Your face is pretty!”

You didn’t mean for the compliment to slip out after not even five minutes of meeting your soulmate, but you were drunk on him and everyone knew a drunk mind spoke a sober truth. Nonetheless, you slapped your hand over your mouth as if it would take the confession back and erase his memory. Little did you know that Seonghwa had already stored it in a folder named ‘prettiest flower’ somewhere in the far back of his head with the intent to reminisce about the sacred first meeting every once in a while.

“Thank you, darling.”

A few people had gathered around you to witness the life changing moment of two strangers, but neither paid them any thought. Seonghwa scratched the back of his neck with his left hand — the other one still holding yours — and cleared his throat, slightly feeling the pressure of multiple eyes on him.

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

“Please.”

There was no step by step manual telling you what to do after meeting your soulmate. You wished though. Something like Soulmate 101 or The Soulmate Startup, it would certainly help you in times like these — you and Seonghwa sitting on a random park bench, a vacant seat between you and the March wind doing all the talking. The scenery was pretty though. An oblong pond stretched from one end of the park to the other as a long trail went around it. Years ago, probably an elderly garden fairy, planted a bunch of various trees along the path that had now grown into beautiful timbers of various sizes. You weren’t that skilled in flora, it was Yeosang’s specialty, but you managed to snag up a thing or two from the decade long friendship.

There was an array of oak, maple and pine trees that would look nothing short of magical during the harvest season, but it didn’t mean the different hues of green were any less pretty. The growing leaves just needed to emerge from their buds and the park would look lively again. The few cherry blossom trees were at least in full bloom and distracted the visitors from the otherwise naked park, and a couple of evergreen shrubs were blooming nicely. The few ducks and swans were a cute bonus too. You thought back to Yeosang and Jongho’s story. How the younger immediately introduced Yeosang to his family, to his pack, and they welcomed him with open arms or how the garden fairy wasted no time taking Jongho to his family owned — now, entirely written over on Yeosang’s name as both Mr. and Mrs. Kang retired — business.

“So… what kind of fairy are you?” Seonghwa’s voice snapped you back to the present.

Most people usually guessed what abilities you had based on the color of your wings. Blue could only represent so much and the element that was always tied to it was water. Either Seonghwa was really clueless or wanted to spark up a conversation… You had a feeling it was the latter.

“I’m a water fairy,” you replied and crossed your legs over each other, subconsciously leaning closer into Seonghwa who sat with his arm draped over the back of the bench. The heat emitting from his limb grazing your shoulders and neck. “But that’s obvious because of my wings… Your wings are beautiful though and like, I’ve never seen wings in that color before and I’m trying to understand what fairy you are, but it’s so hard!”

By that point, you were already rambling. The words trickled out of your mouth like a waterfall with no end in sight, but Seonghwa didn’t mind. On the contrary, he bashfully smiled, as if you had told him the stars belonged in his eyes — which wasn’t far from the truth. People, more often than not, praised him for his wings, calling them beautiful, breathtaking, magnificent — every flattering word you could think of. Seonghwa thought he had grown immune to the compliments. However, hearing it from you sent a heat to his cheeks challenging the pink peonies in Yeosang’s shop.

“Thank you…” He meekly replied and lowered his voice down to a whisper. “People try to guess, but no one’s gotten it right yet… I’m a garden fairy.”

You felt stupid for not thinking of that, but in your defence, most garden fairies you knew (just Yeosang’s family) had green wings and green or brown hair — the two main colors symbolizing earth and flora. Of course you wouldn’t assume Seonghwa was one too as he radiated the colors of strawberry ice cream and lavender skies.

“Are you like… royalty?”

Seonghwa couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling out of him and threw a hand over his mouth to keep his volume down so as to not disturb the other visitors. In all his years of living, he had never been mistaken for royalty. His cute pink blush intensified and was identical to the vibrant camellias on his left.

“N–No!” He said between the laughter and waved his other hand. “It’s not common, but fairies with parents who have different abilities can be born with… abnormal wings. My mom is a garden fairy and my dad a fire fairy.”

“Wow, that’s cool. I didn’t know that at all.”

“Not many do. I mean, I have yet to meet another fairy with a not-so-normal pair of wings.”

You chuckled. “If that’s why you came here, then you’ll be disappointed.”

“How come?”

“There’s only one other fairy family here and they are gardeners too, but not the flashy-kind like you.”

This time he didn’t cosplay a tomato or shy away from your kind advances. Seonghwa leaned in and the distance between you was reduced by half. You gulped at the sudden close proximity and your eyes darted down to his lips curving up in a smirk.

“I’m not disappointed.”

Snapping out of your trance, you found his eyes again. The round rabbit-like shape taking on that of a siren. “Huh?”

“You said if that’s why I came here then I’m going to be disappointed and well, I’m not. Wanna know why?”

You didn’t trust your usually loud and bubbly voice to be stable anymore, not when his scent of burned sugar and sunflower fields infiltrated all of your senses. Playing your cards safe, you nodded slowly.

“Because I found something better.”

The question of what lingered in your eyes and while Seonghwa could see the curiosity shimmering in them, he wanted to hear you ask. Perhaps the soulmate connection was stronger than both of you thought because a warm feeling spread through your abdomen, like an instinct telling you when danger was near or when you could feel someone staring at you from afar, and you decided to take a step from your unusually shy exterior.

“What?”

“You.”

“M– Me?”

He hummed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. More obvious than the grass being green and the sky blue. “Yes, you. My pretty water fairy. The prettiest water fairy.”

A rush of heat attacked your face and the urge to look away was almost bigger than the urge to run your fingers through his wavy hair. The looming fear of taking a step too far made you hold back and keep your hands glued to your sides. Seonghwa wasn’t having it though. With trembling hands, he gently hooked his pointer finger beneath your chin and rested his thumb in the center of your chin, the tip grazing your bottom lip, and directed you back to face him. Fierce bubbles reached the surface of the pond and the ducks quacked in panic at the sudden change in their peaceful environment.

“Don’t shy away from me, pretty. I’ve been waiting for years to finally meet you and I want to stare at you until I’ve memorized the most discreet feature of your beautiful face.”

“Seonghwa,” you whispered. Your heart was loud in your ears and the hot blood wouldn’t stop rushing to your head. If you were to check your temperature, the thermometer would break from the heat and you’d be rushed to the nearest hospital. Little would they know you weren’t suffering a severe fever, but of love sickness instead.

“May I…” he hesitated as well. The two-hour-long interaction, mostly spent sitting in front of the pond, made you feel as though you had known each other for two decades.

Sensing his caution, you wrapped your fingers around the wrist attached to your face. You gave him a soft squeeze of encouragement and whispered, “It’s okay.”

Seonghwa cleared his throat. “May I kiss you?”

“Please.”

A pair of soft and plush lips pressed against yours and a tidal wave whirled in your stomach, flipping all of your senses into overdrive. The hand that was originally cupping your chin maneuvered to cradle your cheek as his other hand fell on the cramped space between your and his thighs. Your own fingers reached the sides of his vest to not stray with the pink haze clouding your rational thoughts. It was nice to be taken care of and follow someone else’s lead every once in a while, and Seonghwa proved he could do just that. Eager and wanting more, you pushed against him and Seonghwa took it as a sign to gently swap his tongue against your bottom lip, practically begging to be let in and who were you to deny him entry? A rich, romantic and soothing fragrance surrounded you as the kiss deepened and your fingers slid up his sides, and gently wrapped around his neck. The need to run them through his hair grew alongside the desire bubbling in your abdomen, but you refused to mess up his neat waves.

As you parted to relieve your burning lungs, the sight surrounding the bench stole the breath right out of your throat. Multiple thorny stems protruded from the ground and created a curving wall around your bench, leaving a slim opening facing the pond. White, red, yellow and pink petals bloomed through the thousand green leaves shielding you from the outside world. It was magical, something you’d only see in movies or flower gardens where the caretakers would trim and bend the bushes until they fit their vision. You gingerly extended your hand and traced the outline of a pink rose. They were fully grown and unraveled, the kind people would kill to get their hands on for their partners on Valentine’s Day.

“Why…?”

You were so immersed in the flowers to notice Seonghwa shrinking into himself. Shoulders hunched up to his chin, fingers fiddling in his lap and bottom lip caught between his teeth. The powers of a fairy were both a blessing and a curse for different reasons. Garden fairies could manipulate greenery to create art deserving of a place in the Louvre. Until they were fully in control of those powers, their emotions dictated their actions, often leading to chaos like a cocoon of roses mirroring Seonghwa’s warm heart.

“Did you do this?”

Seonghwa was snapped out of his embarrassed trance and sheepishly smiled. His hand came up to rub the back of his neck despite not feeling an itch and then wiped it obnoxiously off his thigh. There was no point in hiding the truth. A bush didn’t just sprout overnight let alone in a matter of seconds, at least not without the help of a fairy. Seonghwa was still reluctant to admit the truth. What person would want to hear about their soulmate becoming overwhelmed by emotions to the point where they lose the reins of their powers? There was nothing attractive or admirable about that. Not at Seonghwa’s grown age!

As much as he wanted to play it off and play stupid. Answering with a simple shrug of his shoulders and feigning a look of surprise. Seonghwa was a worse liar than someone who couldn’t control their powers, the truth spilling out from him despite his best efforts. “...Maybe?”

The garden fairy had yet to gauge your reaction. He wished to spare the flustered image of you in his mind for just a little while longer before ruining it forever with the expected disappointment souring your features.

“Red for love and passion…” Your voice rang out like a wind chime and Seonghwa slowly looked up at you who had your eyes set on the beautiful flowers. “Yellow for warmth and friendship. Pink for joy and appreciation, and white for new beginnings.”

“You know the meaning behind them,” Seonghwa whispered in awe.

A soft smile spread across your face. “It would be embarrassing if I didn’t considering my best friend is a garden fairy.”

There was a mutual understanding not to prance over the obvious mishap and Seonghwa released a blow of relief as you didn’t laugh at him and the slip of control over his abilities. The silence returned with a comforting undertone, soft and steady, allowing space for peace to settle in. Neither you nor Seonghwa tensed or fidgeted at the lack of conversation and simply basked in each other’s presence. The fear and sheer anxiety of meeting your soulmate was for nothing as Seonghwa proved to be more tender than a flower. The flame burning inside of you flickered brighter with each gentle word he spoke and you hoped, with every ounce of your being, that he felt the same, that he too was drawn to this connection as deeply as you were.

“The flowers are for you.” Seonghwa was the first to interrupt the silence. Perhaps the soulmate connection ran deeper than a simple countdown leading up to the moment you met.

“Huh?”

“The roses. They are for you. It’s what I felt– What I feel when I’m with you.”

“Oh!”

He let out a sound something between a huff and chuckle at your sudden rigid position while you begged for your face to cool off.

“Would it be wrong of me to assume you feel the same?”

“Not at all.” You bit the inside of your lip and tapped your fingers along your thigh. “Would it be wrong of me to say I really like you?”

Seonghwa held your gaze. The warmth of his smile seeping into your bones and spreading throughout your already heated body. He gently dropped his hand on the wooden surface with the palm facing the clear sky. Cautious yet daring, your finger extended from your remaining fingers as if testing the waters. It grazed the soft skin of his palm and it was the brief contact you needed to slide your hand in his, fingers intertwining and giving each other comforting squeezes.

“Not at all,” he breathed out, his thumb running along the side of yours.

Bonus:

“No, Jongho, you don’t understand. I told her I didn’t want to her if she wouldn’t come back with her soulmate. It’s been hours since then! What if she’s kidnapped? Or murdered? Or sold overseas?!”

In the time you were enjoying the company of your newfound soulmate. Showing Seonghwa the town where bits and pieces of your childhood were sprinkled in the streets, coffee shops, book shops, restaurants, playgrounds and elementary- to high school. Yeosang was slowly losing his mind in the safety of his flower shop, prancing back and forth as his mind theorized a hundred different ways harm could come your way. Jongho helplessly watched his soulmate get his daily steps in. The werewolf, despite being younger than the fairy, was quite calm about the whole ordeal. It was more likely that your phone had died than for your soulmate to kidnap and take you to another country in a span of three hours.

“Yeosang, love, I need you to calm down–”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Jongho!”

The werewolf threw his hands up in surrender. It wasn’t everyday the calm and collected garden fairy who followed strangers home to see their puppies and kittens lashed out on others, especially not his own soulmate.

“Whoa, can we go back to using our inner voices, please?”

That seemed to snap Yeosang out of his frustrated stupor. He sighed and ran a hand through his multicolored hair. “Sorry, Jjong. I’m just worried for her.”

“I get that, but working yourself up over nothing won’t help. I mean, you haven’t even tried calling her…”

“That’s because I don’t want to interrupt if everything’s going alright! That would just be embarrassing for us both!”

As Jongho parted his lips to reassure his boyfriend that there was nothing embarrassing about checking on his best friend to see if she was alive, the door of the flower shop opened. The person Yeosang had been prematurely growing gray hairs over waltzed in with a bright smile on her face and a handsome man in tow. Yeosang’s jaw went slack and Jongho leaned back in shock, certainly not expecting you to heed Yeosang’s threat and bring your soulmate to his very shop.

You cleared your throat, “Yeosang, Jongho. This is Seonghwa, my soulmate. Seonghwa, this is my best friend Yeosang and his soulmate Jongho.”

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nymika-arts · 22 hours ago

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Hi, I do not really watch 911 anymore, but I still follow some things sometimes and see gifs. I am not sure if to believe BuckTommy shippers are right or Buddie shippers are right. Did they shut down Buddie, or did they not? Will Eddie return Buck's feelings, or will he not? I feel skeptical about Buddie actually happening. I think both sides of the shippers make good points.

HIGHLIGHTS:

buck has moved into eddie's house (has not unpacked anything) but spends the first few nights staying over at maddie and chims because it feels too lonely without eddie. Maddie says he should make new friends

buck goes out drinking with ravi and spends the entire time talking about eddie. tommy shows up, learns that eddie is now out of the picture, they go back to eddie's buck's place to hook up (still talking about eddie). in the morning they talk in the kitchen and this conversation is ALSO entirely about eddie.

tommy says they should try again, and buck asks "you're not scared im gonna break your heart?" to which tommy replies "not as much". what a lot of bucktommy gifsets are leaving out is that the second half of this line is "now that the competition is gone". the conversation then goes on to reveal that tommy always saw eddie as competition in the relationship, buck denies this only by saying "he's straight"

buck then goes on to say "I don't have to sleep with everyone I have feelings for" (hello) "and I don't have to have feelings for everyone I sleep with" (devastating. take -1000 damage.) and tommy leaves.

buck goes to talk this through with Maddie, wondering why everyone wants him to be "hopelessly pining for [his] straight best friend" (no one else has said this lol). Maddie says "well are you?" and "it wouldn't be so crazy". he denies this but u know. river in egypt. in this conversation he acknowledges that he gets why tommy would be threatened by what he has with eddie (hello x2) and admits that he only slept with tommy as a distraction bc he misses eddie (take -1000 damage x2). he then asks "should I call him?" Maddie assumes he means eddie to which buck is like yeah obviously I'm gonna call eddie that's not a question I meant tommy. (he does not call tommy)

he unpacks at the end but sets his furniture up exactly the same way Eddie had it lmfao.

and that's what you missed on glee!

obviously we don't know for certain what will happen until it does but based on all that. I am hopeful

#911 abc #911 spoilers #anti bucktommy #the on screen acknowledgement that bick could have feelings for eddie is crazy #nyms asks

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irmakkockan · 2 days ago

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SECRET RELATIONSHIPS EP 8: SORRY, THIS IS MY WORST TAKE BUT I JUST NEED THE CRAZY

This is the hardest goodbye.

I just can’t deal with the fact that it’s over. Like, how? What’s next? I genuinely don’t know what to do with myself.

So, was this crazy, or was it FUCKING CRAZY?

OF COURSE, the kidnapper was Jaemin. I mean, that man is DERANGED. And I totally called it - “UNTIL WE DIE NATURALLY OR I KILL YOU” was his note (lol in fact lmao) - but I never imagined he’d take it that literal right in that moment. I was SCREAMING every time he said something unhinged or did something even crazier.

What this show did so well is how it built Jaemin’s insanity knot by knot. When his smile disappeared the moment he turned away from his students. When he kept causing problems between Daon and his family. When he paid someone to take Daon’s naked pictures. When he paid someone to hurt Daon’s sister. We should have known this would happen. This was inevitable. And yet, watching him lose it completely was so much fun. But honestly, ninety percent of this belongs to Kim Hoyoung. HOLY FUCK, sir. You were a sight to behold, and I’m committing to every single series you’ll ever act in.

Now, what about my actual obsession, my one true love, Suhyeon? Guys, don’t come at me. I know that man should be in therapy and nowhere near a human being (but I can fix him, okay??). I AM AWARE. My love is ninety percent Cha Jung Woo, ten percent for THE BEAUTIFUL CHAOS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN. The series is over. Just let me live.

I don’t know how I feel about Suhyeon freezing and even stepping back when Jaemin charged at Daon. Like, the show wants us to call him a coward (and Jaemin DID, which is just… wow), but this man almost MURDERED a guy for trying to assault Daon. He beat him with his bare hands. What I actually think happened is that the writers needed an easy way for Suhyeon to finally let Daon go. That’s why I’m conflicted - because, yes, on-screen, he’s a coward, and obviously Daon deserves better, but it feels like a cop-out for his character. Suhyeon deserved another kind of realization that he’s lost Daon, not just freezing up and letting Jaemin of all people call him out. UGH.

Also, um, maybe - like how are we normalizing throwing yourself in front of a knife for someone else? Like, I get it. I get the symbolism, the sacrifice, the whole “kill me instead” moment. But. Is this really a requirement for love now? Because I cannot deal with this being a standard. YES, I KNOW IT LOOKS LIKE I’M JUST MAKING EXCUSES FOR SUHYEON. I AM AWARE. This is my last post on this series, guys. JUST BEAR WITH ME.

At this point, I can finally acknowledge the manhwa now that I’ve read it. Manhwa-Suhyeon? Less violent but still problematic. That forced kiss scene still happens (there is even some sex!). But there’s an undercurrent of emotions between him and Daon - something that never quite went away. Which makes their final separation even more painful.

And this also makes so much more sense when we think about the contract. Both in the series and the manhwa, Jaemin tells Daon that he rejected him because he knew Daon had always been in love with Suhyeon. The contract was Jaemin’s entire plan to stop their love before it ever started. But in the show, this deep love feels more like Jaemin’s delusion, whereas in the manhwa, it’s actually true. What Daon felt for Jaemin wasn’t even remotely close to what he felt for Suhyeon. AND THAT IS MY VINDICATION. 😭

So, I think the show did Suhyeon and Daon’s final goodbye dirty. In the manhwa, you feel the hurt. Even though Daon knows he won’t end up with Suhyeon, there’s still so much pain in their parting. In the show? We barely even see Daon react. And that undermines the entire reason Jaemin pulled his contract stunt in the first place. IT WAS BECAUSE DAON LOVED SUHYEON ALL ALONG. 😭 But I know most people won’t care about this as much as I do - so I’ll just sit here and suffer in silence. Apologies for the rant.

Of course, the best scene in the entire finale was Jaemin and Suhyeon’s confrontation at the police station. A fucking masterclass in acting from both Kim Hoyoung and Cha Jung Woo. I think I’ve rewatched that scene at least five times now. And honestly? I’m still impressed that Suhyeon managed to grab Jaemin and lock them in a room despite being surrounded by cops. LOL. Suhyeon, you crazy, perfect bastard, I love you. 😭

And then, of course, we get the happy ending - Daon and Seonghyeon are together, Suhyeon is finally free of his obsession (and sad, yet always hot), Jaemin is locked up where he belongs. What more do you need?

I did enjoy the kisses and the softness, but for me, the show ended the second Jaemin and Suhyeon walked out of the scene and took all the crazy with them (pls don’t kill me).

DEAR SECRET RELATIONSHIPS, I LOVED YOU SO. GOODBYE. 💔💔

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z-jay08 · 3 days ago

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ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕋𝕪𝕡𝕖 𝕊𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠 🛐

⚜ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝔼𝕟𝕙𝕪𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕩 𝕐/ℕ ⚜𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 : 𝟠𝟝𝟙 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 ⚜𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥, 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤

Scenario: Y/N misses Sunghoon and texted him. Sunghoon wanted to call Y/N after his performance and shortly after, things soon started to unravel from there...

Y/N: Hey, are you done with your performance yet?

No reply

Y/N: (He's probably still performing...)

*Few hours later*

ding!

opens phone

Sunghoon: Hey, I just finished performing at a concert, whats up?

Y/N: You know how bad I miss you, right?

Sunghoon: I miss you too baby, I wish you can come by here but I know you couldn't attend

Y/N: How was your performance?

Sunghoon: It went really well, we had fun out here, I should fly you out for the next performacne we're doing for our tour

Y/N: But- you know I don't have money

Sunghoon: What you mean. I always offer to pay for you?

Y/N: But I feel bad everytime, you know how much I hate owing people something

Sunghoon: You don't got to owe me anything, consider it a gift from me to you baby~

Y/N: I feel like I have to owe you something now... pouts

Y/N: What do you want, I'll do anything for you to make it up. You got me feeling bad now...

Sunghoon: Relax, as I said you don't got to do anything other than being there for me for the next performance

Y/N: Noooo, I feel bad, c'mon, okay how can I make it up for you?

Sunghoon: sighs You know, I feel more energized talking to you now, I felt exhausted performing that I need me something to excite me and keep me awake..

Sunghoon: Now that you mention it, if you really want to make it up to me, how about we video call, I have to be a bit silent though because of my members

Y/N: Alright sure

rrrringggg

picks up

Sunghoon: smiles You look gorgeous as always

Y/N: (Wow, he looks so hot in the camera, his middle parted hair, his clear sleek porcelain skin, his bushy eyebrows, I just want to kiss them damn rosy lips so bad ) blushes Thank you, you look real handsome in that black suit of yours

Sunghoon: Thanks baby~

Y/N: (the way he is staring at me so intently, examining every little detail I do, the way I wish this man can be here with me right now) So, are we just going to stare at each other like this lol?

Sunghoon: Yes looks down an angle

Y/N: (Why did his eyes move down a bit, Is he looking at my...) S- Sunghoon, I- why are you looking down my-

Sunghoon: You know, part of what I said is video calling right?

Y/N: stammers (What is he going to make me do omg!) Y- Yeah...

Sunghoon: I want you to strip your clothes for me now

Y/N: (I can't believe his intentions were straight up, but the thought of it made me twitch down there) S- Sure Sunghoon anything for you

Sunghoon: That is part of what I said, remember?~

Y/N: (He seemed posessive, but his expression alluring and enticing, captivating me to do it for him, as if he's controlling me, it kind of turned me on) Okayy... anything for you... daddy~

Sunghoon: bulges I'm kind of hard right now, wanna see the outline? tilts camera to crotch

Y/N: H-Holy fuck (It's goddamn big it's bulging so hard right now, I just want to lick it, I bet he wants me to do so as well)

Y/N: It's bulging (I need his sensation, his touch, his long wide veiny hands so bad)

Sunghoon: smirks, caresses bulge I know you want it, now strip

Y/N: (I start undressing slowly, feeling his alpha gaze upon me, his wide eyes opening with joy, noticing his eyes dilate, I twitch once again, knowing the fact that I can make him react like this... and no one else can)

Sunghoon: Put some fingers in you, imagine it's my cock

Y/N: Okay~ (I listened to every command and word he said, feeling the validation I needed from him again, it was exciting, my heart started racing)

Sunghoon: Ride on it up and down and show me a close up

Y/N: (I did what he asked me to do, he started to gaze upon me again, meeting eye contact, licking his lips, I can tell he was really horny)

Sunghoon: Now put your tongue close to the camera tilts camera to his crotch and down up to his face I want to see you imagine your licking my big crotch

Y/N: Yes daddy~ (I started making crazy tongue movements, while I swayed my hips back and forth, up and down, repeatedly, as if I'm riding on him as well)

Sunghoon: Good girl~

Sunghoon: You know what you deserve a treat

Sunghoon: I need to jerk off to you now, fuck baby-

Y/N: Can't wait to show me whats underneath the bulge~ teases him

Sunghoon: obsessively stares, mouth drooling Oh shittt, don't end the call just yet, I'm getting horny real bad right now I need to find someplace to shoot it out while I'll still call you baby girl...

Y/N: (Fuck that was hottt) Where are you going to go?

Sunghoon: lustfully stares Hold on baby~

"Hey, I'm going to use the restroom alright, I'll be back in 30 minutes"

Another member: Alright. but why take so long?

"Just cause."

silence~

looks at camera and winks

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silverfox579 · 11 hours ago

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TWST fic idea

I need this out of my head.

Okay so we all probably know the time travel theory in TWST...but I just got a crazy fic idea and I need to write it out b/c i know i'm never gonna have the motive to write it LOL

Okay basically: what if yuu was never a foreigner to this world.

Like, im thinking of a scenario where yuu was originally a student at NRC and was just ur normal, faceless background character. as a result, he saw everyone OB and sort of heard about/was exposed to all their tragedies in the aftermath. mood in school is depressed as powerful figures are turning up dead left and right...their friends and family are devastated...it's just not a good time.

in my head yuu admired the dorm heads and OB-ers from afar, like they knew azul as that crazy talented capitalist dude, riddle was obvious Mr. Perfect in terms of his grades, leona's literal royalty, blah blah blah...

then malleus OBs, but NOT in dream form b/c he has no friends and doesn't want to "preserve" happiness, more like angry hoard dragon mode. and yuu sees that everything is going to get destroyed and awakens his UM.

"Wish Upon a Star"...

he makes a 'wish' to turn back time and go back and prevent this from happening...not just the destruction of the school, but the mental breakdown of all of these amazing people who should never have reached this point.

in my head, this is powerful magic, so every time yuu makes a 'wish' he has to sacrifice something about himself...

maybe the first time he sacrifice his first memory of magic. it sends him back a day before malleus's overblot. he tries to find a way to save malleus, but realizes that everyone is scared of the prince of fae, no one wants to get close to diasomnia, and even the faculty won't get involved.

so the next time, he sacrifices something bigger. all three years of his memory of middle school. after all, who needs those embarrassing preteen memories, right?

now he lands smack in the midlde of the aftermath of vil's OB. he rushes over to ignilhyde, but idia is so isolated in his own dorm that no one even knew that he was "gone" when his OB happened. by the time yuu goes, idia's already missing.

and yuu realizes. he can't just stop one OB and call it a day. the root problem is much, much deeper. the social pressure of the OBs...the faculty's indifference to students...and the student's own attitudes towards each other..,they're all deeply intertwined in the net that is NRC.

yuu is keenly aware that he's Just a Guy. being a background character is kind of his defining characteristic--kinda like how trey thinks about himself (even tho it's SO not true lmao). so yuu goes to the only person he thinks can and will help the students at NRC.

(no it's not crowley)

(obviously)

it's the dark mirror.

so the dark mirror is kind of like. this ancient (maybe eldritch?) artifact thing...thinking of who its original master was, its safe to say that its one of, if not the most, op things in the school.

anyone, they team up. the dark mirror's power is related to "truth". it is an artifact created to the absolute truth of the world, which is why its not affected by yuu's "wish"--it can see the entire truth of the world's timeline, including the effects of yuu's UM.

the dark mirror agrees to help yuu by giving him some of its power. they make a magical contract--basically, dark mirror will lend yuu some of its power so that he doesn't forget his mission even after sacrificing his memories, and in exchange yuu will not be allowed to change his 'wish' until he succeeds. (dark mirror's ultimate goal here is to make sure NRC is still standing by the end of this lol)

(this is also where those "dreams" will come from---in this verse, the plots in disney were actually canon, its just that the "ending" continued after the story in our world and gave more power to the villain here. later, the villains got rid of the original history and changed it to their liking. the "dreams" are just the residual power of the dark mirror which stimulates yuu according to their contract by preemptively sort of "warning" him about the next upcoming OB.)

so yuu sacrifices. he goes back: three weeks, three months, six months, nine months--and then he does it again, and again, and again. He forgets the faces of his family, his friends, even the common sense and history of this world.

and in doing so, he dies, over and over--and watches others die, over and over. and suddenly it's no longer about just preventing the destruction of NRC -- and likely the world, considering the OB's powers and positions -- but about saving THEM. Not the authoritative, far-off figures he admired...but just...them.

the guy with mommy issues who'll write personal study guides for his students just to see them pass. the guy who hides his poisonous thoughts behind a smile but still won't turn away a person in need. the greedy mf with self-esteem issues ten miles long who treats his business like his goddamn baby. the prince with the crappy attitude whose inferiority complex is so infuriating it makes even pacifists want to throw hands.

the iron-willed celebrity whose exacting standards brutalize even himself. the grieving shut-in who's trapped in his past. the gargoyle-loving dragon prince who's never had a real friend.

and more. and more. and more.

yuu cuts himself into pieces for them. he takes away everything that made him, "him" -- until even his true name is lost to the world's memory, and all that's left is "yuu". he bleeds for them, laughs with them, cries with them--and sacrifices, and sacrifices, and sacrifices.

until...

until all that's left is a vague memory of the world...a vague memory of "himself". until he's back, to the day of the entrance ceremony.

until the day of the very last "wish", where "he" finally sacrifices the only thing "he" has left -- his very...soul.

on that day he stands in front of the dark mirror, in front of the only being in the world privy to the "truth", and it declares--

"the nature of your soul is...

...

...unclear to me."

i have more but this is enough to scratch the itch for now so i'll just leave this here for my future self...

#disney twst #twst wonderland #twst #twst yuu #fanfiction #time loop #time travel

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Yes, exactly! They live far away from me as well, but love ‘em so dearly. Very fun to pretend there’s lost at sea… I can still hear their voice (I called the other day lol).

Nolan as a serial arsonist risk is so fucking funny. Does Debbie keep a fire extinguisher in the trunk and make him put it out? Like, he could easily do it with powers but no, fire extinguisher. At what point does she see a fire/smoke and not even think danger, but Nolan and a mild inconvenience LOL? Like, this mf better put it out. Debbie have 0 fear to even basic emergencies like a fire makes me cackle. Danger is an inconvenience to her at MOST. Also the image of him naturally moving so fucking fast his sleeve catches on fire, and has to get, like, so many clothes from Art.

I wonder if Art gets a call at like 5am and knows it’s Nolan because there’s a chance he slapped something off him and now he’s non-Art shirt his burned and he’ll need an Art-certified replacement. Curious how much Art makes in, like, both hero and villain suits as well as ordinary clothing modified for like lava monsters, or flaming skeletons, or someone cursed to be eternally freezing or have wings. Or even half off on clothes that are built to be easy to change out of for suit underneath. How many suits need to be able to withstand being pulled/ripped open but not torn by people with amplified strength?

All the Viltrum Empire’s tech being stolen makes too much sense honestly. They are the Colonizers: space edition ofc, but also what motivations do they have to craft anything when they can just sidestep typical obstacles? Fire? Slap a twig. Vibrate. But then again what’s even the need? If poisons don’t work, I doubt raw food is gonna kill them, like, what is the development of this society??? What is it even like?? Function??? I’m sure someone slapped an animal and cooked it, but like how long were they vibing with raw foods?

And yeah, if organs can just spill out and NOT kill you, do you just shove them back in and wait to heal or??? Cause like you point out, clearly infection isn’t an issue here, casually managing guts that should be zipped up inside the body isn’t an issue, like is pain seriously the only inconvenience? Also so curious about the speeds of healing. I understand why we slip forwards when Mark is injured, and hospitalization does seem to provide support, but like… do they need fucking lasers to even cut them open for surgeries? Nolan ate up a BOMB/LASER. They already expressed difficulty for the super dead soldiers, so, like, do they see Nolan or Mark as an incoming patient and start groaning. Is it terrifying because they’re slightly different bone structure or organs? Do they just not touch areas? What’s the experience of even seeing a body that’s barely human looking, but have the assumed general structure? The heart looks “misshapen”, but no it’s supposed to look like that, or fuck it, they have two, don’t touch that organ, they need it, don’t even try cutting anything stomach related or else the acids will melt through the very table. The minute Oliver walks up, somebody quits.

They really are living armor, clothing truly has to be for personal comfort only tbh. They don’t NEED it. Maybe for discomfort? And I suppose yeah, if you gotta wait for the Can’t Be Killed Easily genes to kick in, gotta protect the young. Which makes me so curious about like any ideas of childhood existing within the empire, if at all. I assume no by Nolan’s bafflement of the very purpose of a baseball game, but that could also be Nolan being Nolan, endearingly freaked out by Power of Love and Caring about Things. Which is a solid fifty fifty I think.

If there’s a section dedicated to soldiers, which you apply for, I assume, what do regular people do? What do kids do? What’s schooling like? Is there traditions for making your kids clothes while they’re still vulnerable? Some kind of cultural significance? Like I can assume they all were white, I think that’s shown before, but also do kids were colors to mark they don’t have their powers yet? Are there celebrations for getting your powers? Is it purely white and greys (which I think is canon with flashbacks but shh), or are do we have some SU style color coding based on jobs, excepts it’s in pastels lol. Light green? Works in slapping food to cook it. Light blue? Making maps across the universe or something idk. Like do they go shopping for Mark as a literal baby and Nolan gets very fucking weird about it? I think we saw it's pretty much white and grey as far as the eye can see, and yeah, I could see it being a society that's also restrictive on general uniform, but also pastels. Have we considered pastels. I think it's amusing.

And yeah, Nolan freaked the fuck out in the finale so badly, like yes, my guy, you made this, it’s real and tangible and loves you, it will not last forever and you could break it, deal with the newfound concept and he just lost his entire shit. Something something about screaming his replaceable Mark could be screams how much he’s scared of caring this deeply, which he does, but WHY WOULD YOU PROVE THAT POINT BY HAVING ANOTHER FAMILY?????? I know talked that into ground, beat the horse dead, back to life and dead again lol, but it never stops being so insane. Incredible terrible decision, folks, and has not apologized since! Did not forget he grabbed Mark by the neck as he got very loudly upset by the idea of caring AGAIN, very fun for Mark POV, where your dad tricked you, trying to use you, replaced you, and got more emotional about something he’s known for a month(s) than YEARS in earth. I know Nolan’s deathly allergic to caring normally, but like GODDAMN!!! Makes me want my guilt magnet upgraded to outright denial AND guilty.

Yeah, with Mark dead, I can see Nolan just kinda laying there. Frozen. Disbelief, then slow agonizing acceptance, but he just doesn’t move still, and ofc Debbie collects the body, because everyone gets extra issues today! But the denial would be so long lasting. Are there empire funeral customs? I know of you die it’s basically you’re on fault, so do you guys just bodies around or do something with them? But DEBBIE. Like, not enough to see your son die from Your husband’s hand, dying for a world he believed in, but you gotta collect the body yourself. And Nolan’s still there. Staring down. Waiting for something..? Oliver dying would be so interesting as well, like yeah dude, you cannot keep doing whatever the fuck you think you’re attempting!!! How Many times gotta learn this lesson old man!!!

The slow realization Mark won’t come back from space in s2 are so diabolical omg. Agonizing kind of horror and grief. There lingering hope showing being crushed over time. Delicious. Plus the lack of closure, because I assume at some point Nolan will come back, MAYBE, but maybe he doesn’t, maybe that’s the straw that makes him accept execution. And that’s it. No closure. Didn’t even realize that was gonna be there last time. Ughhhhh diabolical!!!!! I love it!!!!

And yes exactly! There’s gotta be a hyper specific niche for it, but there’s still no real story and they suck by proxy LOL. The critics about his own character, does he read reviews and get miffed? Is there a world where Nolan gets so pressed about his self insert protagonist he actually considers unpacking empire bs? But it being the equivalent of being “botany report on plant hybridization meant to be read by other people in the field” MADE ME CACKLE OMGGGGG. He’s got the narrative potential of a research paper.

IM CRYING, it’s Damp Son and Boil Husband. There’s always a towel in the back and front seats respectively, plus some in the trunk. Let’s hope he’s not a stress sweater either, though very amusing to me if Mark shakes to shake OFF sweat, or flies to cool off/find cooler air higher up, while Nolan is a walker boiling when he Aggressively Vibrates, to the point of arsonist. Fire extinguishers and towels LOL.

Nolan dismissing/not rushing the evacuation just so they can like chill inside an active volcano, peak. The image of this triggering Mark to sweat so much makes me cackle. Though, can Nolan lessen the heat himself? Like how quick is it? I know heat rushes to cooler sources, no? Less cold air coming in and heat escaping out, and he should be actively cooler than anything hot, but who knows? He’s only got so much surface area I assume, but the specifics of heat mechanics allude me without a research dive, lol. I assume whatever speed Nolan's got it, Mark is slower? Or, very funny if it is instant. But Nolan and Mark-specific bonding like that makes me fucking snort, like does Mark mention this casually to the TT, like yeah, me and Dad chilled in lava the other day--no, I'm not joking?

TT having to, agonizingly slowly, explain the concept of 'great power great responsibility' or a general run of the mill kinda heroic morality, to a mf without a real sense of danger, whose entire world is cardboard, and whose morals are unflinchingly self interested, are incredible. Like, he can understand pain, but nothing else sticks. They have so much work ahead of them LOL. Imagine they try talking to “what the fuck is danger” Debbie, who regularly works with villains, or Nolan, whose sense of heroism lies in the fact it was a job he can do, and really, he could be doing way worse rn. I think there’s just a dawning understanding here, lol. I love Mark being strange, yearnful sigh.

At some point I imagine it's kinda like The Good Place, and it's just TT taking turns trying to teach Mark about it that way. Kinda in a similar way I'd imagine Oliver being taught morality or philosophy (ex. with ethical dilemmas) at the GDA, which Doesn't Work Necessarily. 'Cause ask au!Mark or canon!Oliver about the Trolley Problem, whole and they'll just say they stop the trolley. They're not dumb, but it'd just be, like, why are they even on a trolley, they can fly. Wydm they're not fast enough? Then they'd try? It's a headache. No, they don't get why they'd be stumped. Just stop the trolley. They could punch it????

And as TT try to talk to him about things like morality, and how their jobs aren’t just jobs, like you rightly point out, he’ll immediately battles it away because their lives depend on working, and they’re so much more fragile than him, so what power do they have really? And as unintentionally baffling or even insufferable Mark can be, he’s also too useful to NOT be on the team either? How many potential sacrificial moves as TT members made only for Mark to just solve the issue. Wonder if how he treats civilian causalities, now, is he never at risk for quitting over a crisis? Or, is he somewhat upset by it, but accepts it’s just a risk for other people, happens whatever. Shame the fragile people died, but Nolan’s explained the concept to him ages ago. But YEAH, now I’m thinking about much force does Mark/Nolan need for like an actually decent message?

AND VERY TRUE! S3 felt like it needed to really stew in what they wanted to do, or stories in generally within. I assume the whole blackening heart is Mark’s heart, and not Oliver, but it’d be so funny it was Oliver’s. Like, love Mark (s3 characterization notwithstanding) but I cannot take his little pro-kill speech seriously, you have 1/3 kills actually STICK. Who’s to say you won’t ignore the next problem that comes by like in episode 7? But OMG YES, BOOTLEG IPS! I want so many so bad, there’s so fun. I love War Woman especially, like omgggggg, she’s bootleg Wonder Woman? I’m screaming in joy.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

#invincible chatter #if they did i would scream #when he appeared i was sooooo excited #dimensions where he doesnt exist is so interesting as well #mark staring at knock off!superman so intensely but everyone else he's cool with lol #knock off!superman walks into a room and mark is Not Blinking Anymore #paranoia run deep lol #honestly just gimme more villains #more heroes #wheres my bootleg poison ivy? harley quinn? two-face hmmm???#doc ock (hehe imagine prof squid)!!! shocker and electro!! black cat (lol imagine white dog as the knock lol)

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