#'what are you doing this new year's eve??!!'

[soov]

HOW TO KiSS。 lee heeseung

fem reader & frat heeseung ᗢ 1O8O words ━━ fluff ꕀ college!au, estabilished relationship ⌗ WARNiNGS pet names, kissing, skinship. HOW TO SERiES

Jake Sim was going to kill you and Heeseung.

Another year had just went by and Jake decided to throw a party at his pool house, inviting half of the frat to spend the new year’s eve there. His parents were away, and he had to tame everyone so no fancy teacups and pretty plates would be broken by the end of the party.

With that, he gave everyone a simple rule: to not use anything without his permission.

Heeseung didn’t even budge with the rule, instead, he insisted on swimming with you as the sun began to rise on the first of January. He tugged on your fingers softly, pulling you along and reassuring you that the Sim’s would not mind since he was basically a part of the family now.

The sky was partially dark, but some pink hues were starting to show up. Heeseung dipped his feet in the warm water pool — wearing jorts and a white tee — and turned to you, helping you get in.

Despite the predicament you found yourself in, you giggled. “Are you sure Jake won’t be mad?” You asked your boyfriend. The title was still strange — boyfriend. You were only together for three weeks, and you didn’t even kiss when the clock struck midnight from being too nervous to do so.

Heeseung grinned, nodding his head to the sides. “Nah, Jake loves me. He’ll get over it.” His palm found yours again, and he gave it a light peck before slipping further into the pool. His white tee clung to his body as he swam backwards. “Come on, it’s just us now.”

You hesitated, sinking your toes into the water. That was exactly what made you nervous. Not any stupid rule, but Heeseung waiting for you like he had all the time in the world got your heart beating a little too fast.

He noticed your quietness. He always did. “You’re thinking too hard again,” Heeseung muttered, eyes zeroed on you in case you were uncomfortable. “What’s on your mind?”

Clearing your throat, you glanced at his hands that had left yours and now were nearing your body. “I just...” A sigh escaped you. “We didn’t even kiss at midnight.”

Heeseung planted his feet to the bottom of the pool, blinking quickly. Then, a wolfish smirk formed on his face. He stepped closer, just enough so that your knees touched underwater. “Oh,” he hummed. “Is that what this is about?”

You kicked his foot lightly, rolling your eyes. “No... Maybe. I don’t know, it just feels like we missed something. I kept thinking about it throughout the party.”

“Really?” His lips jutted out in a playful pout, though he couldn’t avoid how hot his face was getting from knowing you wanted to kiss him. “But I kissed your cheek. Was that not enough?”

Lee gazed at you like you had just made the worst accusation to ever exist, looking ridiculously adorable with his sad doe-like eyes.

With a brief scoff, you looked away. “I’m just saying, Seung. Shut up...”

Shrugging, he pulled you into him by the hips, allowing himself to be a bit bolder than usual. “Do you want a kiss now?”

You stared up at him nervously, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you looked for the right words, “I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

His eyes widened comically wide, and his cheeks went redder. “Y– You haven’t?” The affirmation was absurd to him. You were gorgeous, a goddess, an angel to grace the lives of mere mortals — your mind and personality got him baffled every time. How the hell didn’t you have your first kiss yet?

“Not really,” you confessed, taking note of how his fingers squeezed the fat of your waist through your dress.

A sweet smile made its way to his face, and still bashfully, he sat you on one of the built-in pool stools and stood between your legs. “Can I teach you?”

“Yes.” You said it a little too fast, but that only made Heeseung’s grin widen.

Tenderly, he rested one of his hands on your face, the other still on your waist. He leaned closer, just enough so you’d have enough room to avoid it, if you wanted. “Tell me if you wanna stop.” Heeseung whispered.

Following your nod, he pressed his lips to yours, unmoving, just to test waters. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you allowed him to have your first kiss. As he caught a glimpse of your smile, he pecked you again, this time for a bit longer.

Heeseung let you take the lead, following your pace as you did your best to kiss him. You liked his bottom lip better, he noticed, and the realization got his stomach flipping.

Tentatively tilting your head, you ended up knocking your nose and teeth with his, and pulling back with your face burning.

Your boyfriend laughed softly, letting his hand slide to your shoulder, “S’okay. It happens.” He assured you, toying with your matching necklace

that had a big ‘H’ pendant on it. “No need to be embarrassed about it, doll.”

However his words didn’t help you, and you ended up hiding your face into his neck, making his laughs intensify.

“Stop giggling.” You muttered against his skin.

“Kay. M’sorry.” Heeseung said back, mustering a straight face, but ending up with the softest look on his face. “Can I kiss you again?”

“Yes, please, Seung.” Your reply made his heart stop for a second, hopelessly lost in your voice. His irises must’ve been pink-tinted from how perfect you seemed from his point of view. It was embarrassing, to him, to even acknowledge how in love he was with you.

He pulled you into another kiss, and you hesitated when he deepened it further. Nevertheless, Heeseung never rushed you. The black-haired student only pulled back to murmur soft reassurances before diving into you again, lost in the contrast between your soft lips and his chapped ones.

The moment you finally parted, both of you were breathless, and Heeseung pressed his forehead against yours, a proud grin etched to his pearly whites.

“Not bad for your first lesson,” he praised, rivulets of chlorine water dripping down his neck to his clothed chest. “Think you’ll need more practice?”

You tried to act annoyed, but your giddy reaction gave you away, “Maybe.”

Heeseung beamed, dipping his head once more, but now to briefly kiss your cheek.

“Good. I’m a patient teacher.”

𔓕　LETTERS FROM REi ━━ this is mad life inaccurate first kisses suck (projecting)

2025 © SOOV

[aleigh-m8]

@sweaterrat

Nahh because what do you mean you spent New Year’s Eve in the hospital 🤨🤨

(Hard /j, glad you’re feeling better m8 :P)

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

ride down the memory lane

pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem!reader (other idols mentioned as friends)

au: childhood rivals to lovers

genre: smut, comedy - minors dni.

warnings: food, alcohol, mentions of physical injuries and a bit of reckless driving, semi-public sex, fingering, making out.

word count: 2.9k

synopsis: one thing you will never forget from your childhood is the bicycle races around your neighborhood against a certain boy who always lost to you. fifteen years later and in the big city, that same boy isn't a boy anymore and he knows how to ride more than a child's bicycle.

Author's note: hi everyone! this is my entry for the lonely hearts cafe collab hosted by @camandemstudios! i hope you will enjoy reading this fic, along with all the amazing entries from the rest of the participants💕

taglist: @gyuguys @aliceu @listxn @svtwhinyc17 @woozixo @wonranghaeee @cookiearmy @haosheaven @kyeomiis @sebongica

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2025. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

Seoul City, today.

There’s music echoing in your room, the upbeat song matching your good mood. You’re applying your makeup with careful motions, wanting nothing more than a perfect result that compliments your outfit.

The occasion is obviously a joyous one - you’re reuniting with your college classmates five years after your graduation. While you have kept in touch with most of them, living in different cities and countries was the main obstacle of not being able to see them in person.

But today, nobody and nothing will stop you from enjoying your time with them.

The music playing through your phone is suddenly cut off due to an incoming call and you let out a dissatisfied groan when you see one of your friend’s ID on the screen.

“Can’t believe you called while the best part was playing!” You answer the call.

“You and your addiction to music,” Chaewon sighs, “Are you done with makeup?”

“Almost there, just adding glitter.”

“Girl, relax, it’s not New Year’s eve!”

“I don’t care, Chae, glitter and I are in a long term relationship.”

“Ugh, fine. I knew I couldn’t convince you either way.”

“Did you call me just to ask me for my makeup though?”

“No, I called you to let you know that Joshua is going to bring a friend of his tonight with us.”

“Oh okay. Uh, do we know the guy?”

“I haven’t met him in person, all I know is that his name is Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan? It’s been a long time since you last heard that name.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

“Yeah, I hear you. The guy’s name is Jeonghan.”

“Do you have a problem with Joshua bringing him along? Because you stayed silent for a moment there.”

“Oh no, I have no issue! I just….happened to remember someone who has the same name,” you laugh awkwardly, “Probably just a coincidence.”

“Okay cool! See you soon, love!”

You arrive in front of the bar, your lips forming a huge grin once you spot your friends outside the door.

“Ay, there she is!” Hyunjin exclaims.

“Hi Hyune- What happened to your hair?!” You gasp.

“Oh, this?” He runs his hand over his barely hair covered head, “Just a spur of the moment thing.”

“A spur of the moment that gave us a damn heart attack.” Jihyo sighs audibly, 

“Rest in peace, long haired Hyunjin, you'll be dearly missed.” You put your palms together as if you were paying respects and Hyunjin playfully shoves you.

“Where are Joshua and his friend?” Chaewon asks.

“Joshua texted me a couple of minutes ago and said they'll be late, we can go grab a table inside and save two seats for them.” Jihyo responds.

“Awesome, I didn't want to wait in the cold anyways.” You grin.

You walk through the doors of the bar and Jihyo goes to one of the waiters, who in turn guides you to a table big enough to fit the entire group, along with the two who aren't there yet.

You make yourselves comfortable around the table, checking the menu for drinks and possibly some finger food for funsies.

“Alcohol for everyone, I suppose?” Jihyo speaks as she closes the catalog in her hands.

“Damn right,” Hyunjin agrees enthusiastically, “The week was tough.”

“Yeah, because getting your makeup and outfits done by others is so tiring, right?” Chaewon mocks him, but the man flips her off with ease.

Amidst the bickering, you spot Joshua and his friend walking through the door and you wave to let them know your location in the bar.

“Oh, they’re coming!” Chaewon scoots closer to you to make room for the boys.

“Hello everyone!” Joshua greets all of you with a smile, “Sorry we’re late, traffic was kinda annoying.”

“You weren’t even the one driving and you’re complaining about traffic?” The other man speaks up.

“You must be Jeonghan, right?” Jihyo asks with interest, “I’m Jihyo, nice to meet you. The bald one is Hyunjin-”

“Fuck you.” Hyunjin cuts her off.

“Whatever. The lady with the cunty bob is Chaewon-”

“Hi!” Chaewon waves cutely.

“And finally the lady with the glitter all over her face is-”

As soon as you make a double take on the man with the black leather jacket, your throat runs dry and cold sweat coats your skin.

You should have listened to your gut feeling when Chaewon called you before you left the house.

“Y/N L/N?” Jeonghan looks at you with a curious smirk.

“Yoon Jeonghan.” 

The rest of the group exchange dumbfounded glances. 

“You….know each other?” Hyunjin asks.

“That’s right,” Jeonghan crosses his legs in a deliberately slow manner, “Way too well, if I dare say so.”

“Why aren’t you speaking?!” Chaewon nudges you repeatedly.

“Yeah we have known each other since childhood. Are you satisfied now?” You huff in annoyance.

“That’s all you’re gonna say?” Jeonghan raises his brow defiantly, “I don’t think it’s nice to keep your friends in the dark.”

“Can you not use wording that makes everything sound weird?” You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Are you guys exes or something?” Hyunjin points at the two of you.

“NO!” You loudly defend yourself.

“That just made it even more suspicious…”

“Aside from her exaggerated reaction, Y/N is telling the truth. We were sort of…. childhood rivals.” Jeonghan explains calmly.

“Sort of? You couldn’t win against me for your life.” You click your tongue.

“Pause for a sec,” Joshua intervenes, “Win against you, in what exactly? And how long ago are we even talking about here?”

“Bicycle races, about fifteen years ago,” You respond dryly, “Spoiler alert - he was fucking terrible.”

“Kinda hard to believe, since he rides a motorbike…” Chaewon comments and you shoot her a disapproving look.

“We all have to start from somewhere, Chaewon,” Jeonghan leans back on his chair, “Even if it involves bruised knees and a boy’s battered ego.”

The waiter soon arrives with everyone’s orders

“Drinking a cocktail while knowing you’re gonna drive later? You’re asking for your license to be taken away.” 

“It’s a virgin cocktail,” Jeonghan takes a sip from his glass, “I enjoy the thrill of riding a bike, but I’m not stupid enough to challenge the law.”

“Whatever.”

“Now then. I think it’s time for a little old story.”

Fifteen years ago…

“Haha! I win again!” You jump up triumphantly on the road side.

“Shut up! You cheated this time, I’m sure of it!” Jeonghan points at you, accusing you of cheating once more.

“It's not cheating if I'm better than you!” You stick your tongue out to mock the boy.

“One day, I'll be rich and I'll ride the coolest bike ever and you'll see then!” He gets up from the ground and grabs his bicycle to leave.

As soon as he sits on the saddle and tries to pedal away, he loses his balance and falls down on the asphalt.

“Ow!” He yelps again, tears filling up his eyes.

“Hmph, can't even keep your balance.” You mock him again.

Jeonghan starts crying loudly and you're about to call him a crybaby again, but you notice his bleeding knee, your face turning pale from fear. 

“Jeonghan!” You run towards him.

“Stay away from me, you meanie!” He flinches away from you.

“Hannie, you're hurt! Give me your hand so I can help you stand up!”

“Never! I would rather die!” He yells at you with tears on his cheeks 

“Urgh, just give me your hand! My house is just around the corner.”

The boy looks at you for a moment and then reluctantly gives you his hand to help him stand up.

You throw his arm around your shoulders and he manages to balance himself on his other leg.

“You shouldn't be helping me.” He sniffles.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because we're rivals, you dummy.”

“I know. But you're the only one who can match me and if you're hurt, who will be able to race against me?”

Jeonghan ponders for a moment, but he’s unable to give a good answer.

“See? You can’t think of anyone else! I'm the best in the entire neighborhood.”

“Just you wait, I’ll get better and I’ll make you eat my dust.”

“It’s a deal!” You grin.

“By the way, are we there yet?”

“We’ll make it in no time, promise! Mom made ice cream yesterday, by the way.”

“Strawberry?”

“Always!”

“I expected petty children’s drama, not this cutesy stuff,” Jihyo rests her chin on her hand, “Not that I complain, of course.”

“Yeah, it was all fun and games back then.” Jeonghan comments with a dreamy tone.

“Y/N sounded kinda like a bully though.” Chaewon side eyes you.

“Not my fault he was crying every single time he lost,” you snort into your cocktail glass, “Oh right, that was every Sunday.”

“Trust me, if we were to race now, you'd eat dirt, angel.” Jeonghan smirks.

“No thanks, I don't plan on risking my life riding a motorbike like a maniac.”

“True, he does ride like a maniac when the highway is empty.” Joshua validates your comment.

“Whose side are you on, exactly?” Jeonghan narrows his eyes towards his friend.

“Mine, obviously.” 

“Joshua Hong, ever the shit instigator.” Jihyo rolls her eyes dramatically.

“You love me so much.”

“Sadly, I do!”

The group erupts in laughter and the conversation continues into less relevant topics. Small talk goes on amongst your friends, but your focus is solely on Jeonghan.

Even if you're aware of the years that have passed since you last saw him, you can't help but ogle over how fucking good he looks now.

His gaze meets yours and your eyes shoot up in surprise, caught red-handed like a criminal. But all he does is shoot you a sly smirk.

“Um, I think I'll go to the restrooms for a bit.” you announce all of a sudden.

“You okay? You seem a little out of it.” Hyunjin gently holds your hand out of concern.

“Dude, it's nothing! I just need to pee, jeez.”

“Girl ew, no need to give us the details!” Chaewon scrunches her face in disgust.

You mirror her expression and leave the table, making a beeline for the restrooms.

As soon as you walk into one of the empty cabins, you lock the door shut and sit down, head resting in your hands.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you curse under your breath, “Why him? Why after so many years?” 

You slap your cheek to snap yourself back to reality and unlock the restroom door, needing to wash your hands and throw some water on your neck to calm yourself down.

“Didn’t expect you to be so affected by my arrival.” 

You scream in surprise and you turn around to see Jeonghan leaning against the doorframe of the restroom entrance.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“I’m here to take a piss.” He smirks.

“Wrong restrooms, idiot. Didn’t you see the sign outside the door?” You scoff.

“That’s what I told the others when they asked me,” he walks towards you, “Doesn’t mean I actually wanted to do that.”

Jeonghan now stands right in front of you, his face barely a few centimeters away from yours.

“Time really has its favorites, huh.” He twirls one of your hair strands around his finger.

“What are you talking about?” You ask him, not stopping him from whatever he’s doing.

“I mean that you’ve grown into one damn fine beauty, Y/N.”

You bite your bottom lip, mentally giving up on playing hard to get.

You tug him back into the restroom cabin and lock the door, pushing him against the door.

“I could say the same about you, mister hot rider.” You reciprocate the compliment and kiss him without delay. 

It doesn’t take Jeonghan long to snake his hands right under your ass and lift you up, switching the positions to pin you against the metal door this time.

“Been wanting to do that ever since I sat across you,” he whispers on your lips, “And much more than that.”

“I’m right here, Hannie.” You purr the nickname on purpose, hoping to get a reaction from him.

“I used to hate that stupid nickname,” he traces his nose over the juncture between your neck and shoulder, “But this…grown up voice of yours makes it sound so hot.”

“Good,” you bury your fingers in his black hair and get a hold of it, “Now would you mind putting your grown up hands into better use?”

Jeonghan instantly gets the memo and puts one of your legs down to free his dominant hand. You keep his mouth busy with your tongue, all while his nimble fingers slither under your panties and make contact with your soaked pussy.

“You had to bear with this all night long?” 

“It was fine until you sat on the couch across from me.”

“No, it was bored to death until I sat across from you.” He chuckles as he plunges one finger inside you.

It takes whatever little sanity you have left in you to not moan out loud and let your eyes roll back in your skull, as his finger thrusts in and out of you, your juices starting to drip down his knuckles.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” He murmurs against your skin.

“So fucking good, God.” You reply with a shaky voice.

“Want another one?”

“Pretty fucking please.”

Jeonghan listens to your pleas and slides another finger, but this time, a moan slips past your lips.

“Stay quiet, you idiot.”

“You're making it real hard, dumbass.” You hiss at him.

“Fine.” He deadpans and takes away his fingers, making you gasp at the sudden loss.

“What are you doing?!”

“Making your life easier,” he smirks, “Are you satisfied?”

“Of course not!” You slap his chest in protest.

“Oh shut up,” he puts you down, “It’s not like I wanted to make you cum in a fucking public space.”

“You almost did. And it’s not like we had any choice right now.”

“We could always head back to your place? Or mine?”

His suggestion catches you off guard.

“I mean, if that’s what you want as well,” he scratches the back of his neck, “I…don’t want you to push or anything.”

“Do you have a spare helmet?” You ask with determination in your eyes.

“What?”

“I said - Do you have a spare helmet?” 

“Yeah, always.”

“Can I borrow it then?”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to ride on bikes?”

“I can always make an exception. Besides, I’ll tell you the way to my place.”

Jeonghan sucks his fingers clean and you cut a few pieces of toilet paper to clean yourself up and fix your appearance.

“Shall we, then?”

You unlock the door and push it wide open, with Jeonghan quickly washing his hands.

“Won’t it be rude to leave just like that?” You wonder out loud.

“Are you seriously thinking about that right now?” He looks at you with an unamused expression.

“I thought I’d try to show some remorse.”

“Don’t do it if you feel like it, Y/N.” He grins like an imp.

The two of you check the corridor to see any passing people and to your luck, it’s empty. You both almost make a run for it.

Meanwhile, the group at the table sees the two of you from afar, suspicions arising quickly.

“They were gone for quite a while…” Chaewon tilts his head sideways.

“Bet fifty bucks they fucked in the restrooms.” Joshua snickers.

“Make it a hundred.” Jihyo crosses her arms in front of her chest.

“Shh, they’re coming!” Hyunjin signals and they all fall silent.

“Shua, hand me the helmet.” Jeonghan pats his friend’s shoulder

“Uh, why?”

“I’m taking Y/N home, she’s not feeling very well.”

“You’re gonna take her home….On your bike?” Jihyo raises her eyebrow.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry!” You quickly defend him.

“Wait, if you take Y/N home, how will I get home?!” Joshua further questions his friend.

“Get a cab, you have money.” Jeonghan replies as he takes back both helmets and hands you one.

“Oh, here’s the money for our drinks, by the way,” you leave a couple of bills on the table, “Sorry for the sudden change, hope you guys have fun without us!”

“Stay safe.” Jihyo reminds you with a knowing look in her eyes.

“Will do.” Jeonghan responds as he ushers you towards the exit of the bar.

You pass through the doors of the bar and walk to his motorbike, your eyes wandering over the sleek silhouette of the vehicle.

“Like what you see?” Jeonghan breaks you from your trance.

“It’s so….You look so good on it, Hannie.”

“I know,” he fastens the helmet on his head, “And you’ll look just as good as my passenger princess.”

The nickname makes your heart jump in your chest and you put on the helmet, locking it under your chin. You sit on the bike right behind Jeonghan, trying to make yourself comfortable and he doesn’t hesitate to grab your arms and put them around his waist.

“Don’t hesitate to lean on me!” He shouts through the helmet as he revs up the engine.

“I won’t!” You shout back.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah!”

“Good. Because riding bikes isn’t the only thing I’m good at.” He shouts again.

You grin behind the visor as you follow Jeonghan’s previous advice.

“I could say the same about myself.”

[lockes-woods]

2; Countdown

MDNI!!

Day 2 of Locke's 10-day countdown to the new year!

Prompt: Okay but how did this immediately click for me with the winter scenarios?! The reader's new year's resolution from the past year was to peg someone and they're trying to complete it before the new year. They think it's hopeless until sub Mihawk falls into their lap (figuratively/literally)

Requested by: @caffeine-cryptid-archives /Author's Choice

Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin

Warnings: Sub Dracule Mihawk, dom/sub, Dom!Fem!Reader, Strap-ons, Strapping, Medical AU, Modern Setting AU, Surgeon Mihawk, New Year's Eve, Pegging, Impact Play, Fight For Dominance, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, Anal Fingering, Mistress kink, size kink, bet, Platonic Boa Hancock

(Please let me know if I missed anything.)

A/N: I don't even know what to say *shoves fic at you and runs away*

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If someone had told you, even a week ago, that you’d be Here. In Dracule Mihawk’s apartment. Straddling him as you shared desperate, almost violent kisses while fighting for control, you would have laughed in their face. It had to be a joke, right? There was no way you’d ever give the arrogant, “once in a generation talent”, the time of day. It’s not like it would have been one-sided. Outside of the few times your specialties overlapped, he’s never initiated any type of interaction with you. Despite constantly being in the same vicinity as each other you’d only talked when needed. Hell, the last time you talked was when one of your pregnant OBGYN patients needed surgery on a cancerous tumor and that was over a month ago. No, there was no way you’d ever consider giving the personification of a superiority complex the time of day. At least that’s what you thought.

It had all started a few days ago in the coed locker room when you were changing into your scrubs before your shift started. Boa had been rubbing your face the fact she was going to win the bet you’d have to go on whether or not you’d be able to complete your New Year’s resolution in time.

“I wonder what I’ll do with all that free time?” She said, smirking down at you. You’d wager covering her excess paperwork for a month if you weren’t able to peg someone by the end of the year.

“I have time!” you argued back slipping your top on.

“Oh please, New Year’s is less than a week away and your schedule is packed. When are you gonna find someone to fuck in time, let alone peg.”

“Plenty of men like being pegged!” you said back in a huff.

“Oh? If so many men are lining up to get pegged, why haven’t you done it by now.” Boa said, smirk widening.

“I have time!” you circled back, knowing she was right. The only day you had off the next week was New Year’s Eve. There was little to no way you’d be able to find/vet a guy to peg. Boa's smirk never left as she made her way out of the half-filled locker room. You made fleeting eye contact with Mihawk as you followed after her. You had no idea what would come of that look.

“Fuck,” he groaned, as you weaved your hand through his hair, jerking his head back. Kissing was getting you both nowhere, if you wanted to dom him you were going to have to try a different tactic. You began to kiss down his neck, your heart palpating. Losing to Mihawk was not an option. It was less than a few hours til New Year’s and this was your only hope of winning the bet. Just as your confidence began to dwindle you heard a light gasp, while he simultaneously bucked up against you. You smirked into his neck. You focused in on that spot, his breath stuttered as you began to suck on that spot. That wasn’t good enough.

“F-Fuck!” he shouted as your teeth broke the skin over that spot. He shamelessly attempted to grind up against you. Unlike any other of your sexual endeavors where you’d be nestled in their lap, you had to stand on your knees to get any leverage over him; his hips barely made contact. You stayed strong in your position, despite your desperate need for any stimulation of your clit. You gently laved over the bite mark as you began to unbutton his shirt. A surprised gasp escaped you when his hands found your hips and slammed you down onto his lap. He blatantly flaunted his physical advantage over you as he ground up into your core, focused only on his release. Your self-assured attitude wavered as he held you down. Every attempt to pry his hands from your hips was fruitless. He was too big and too strong to be taken down head-on.

Fuck, you hadn’t come all this way to back down now. You took a breath as he focused solely on his relief. You twisted your body as hard as you could to your left, throwing yourself down on the couch. Before Mihawk could react, you straddled his chest and wrapped both your hands around his neck, stilling his movement. You put just enough pressure on his throat to assert what you were capable of. If it weren’t for your thorough conversations about each other’s limits over dinner you wouldn’t push it this far, but Mihawk, as always, was a special case. You’d never been physical in this way with any of your past partners, outside of the occasional spanking. You were spurred on by the desperate look in his eyes as you pulled back your arm as far as you could and backhanded him with as much force as you could muster. His loud moan was a comfort to you as you questioned whether or not you had gone too far. You could feel his abs flex below you as he humped desperately against the air for relief. You gently cupped his face over the red mark where the back of your hand had made contact, while simultaneously stoking up and down his trachea with the thumb of your hand still wrapped around his throat. His eyes had lost their sharp edge; pupils dilated. You’d never seen his vision waiver before. You needed to jump on this opportunity before the small window closed.

“Are you gonna be a good boy? Or do you need another reminder of who’s in charge?” You asked, bracing your arm next to his head while the hand that was around his neck jerked his chin up, forcing eye contact. Your breath caught in your throat at the sound of a desperate whine sounded off from deep in his throat. Your grip tightened, as you tried your hardest to keep a straight face as your pussy pulsed in response. He continued to test your patience as he submissively sucked your thumb into his mouth and laved at it. You smirked down at him trying to contain your excitement as the air in the room shifted. You had done it, you made Dracule Mihawk submit. You only allowed yourself a moment to bask in the feeling before focusing back in on the task at hand. That, as exhausting as it was, was only the first step. You still had to actually peg him. He attempted to follow your thumb as you pulled your hand back, your other hand held his chest down, keeping your position.

“I asked you a question and I expect a verbal answer,” you said, squishing his cheeks together, “Are you gonna be a good boy?”

“Fuck,” he groaned, letting out a stuttered breath, “Yes”

“Yes, what?” you asked, not letting up.

“Yes, Mistress.” He forced out, face now red with a deep blush across the bridge of his nose and up to his ears.

“Good,” you cooed down at him, “Where’s your strap, love?”

“Bedroom,” he grunted, hands locked on your hips.

“Be a good boy and take me there.” You ordered. He sat up, causing you to slide down to his lap. He slipped his shirt fully off before wrapping his hands around you before standing up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, causing him to moan. His cock standing at attention in between you. You pulled him in for a desperate kiss that you dominated, as he kicked his bedroom door open. He sat you down at the head of the bed, leaning against his pillows. The harness and lube are positioned to your right on his nightstand.

Fuck, when you had accepted his offer, you never thought you’d make it this far. His offer itself completely blindsided you. Honestly, part of you thought he got hacked when he texted you out of nowhere two days ago. That was until he texted you back after you asked if he was sure, and in his response said that your looks were “adequate” and that you were “proficient” at your job. You didn’t need any more reassurance. It was him.

“Stop,” you quipped, as he began to work his slacks off. His hands froze instantly.

“Slowly,” you ordered. You locked eyes on him as he took his time unbuttoning his pants. He panted tugging his pants and boxer briefs down. You bit your lip as his cock strung out. It was pretty, just like he was, head already irritated a deep red color. If you weren’t so stubborn to winning your bet, you’d climb that tree and ride him until he’d be so overstimulated he’d be begging you to stop. You snapped back to the task at hand, ignoring the way your pussy pulsed in need.

“C’me here,” you ordered, shifting to stand on your knees, as you tugged your dress off and over your head. You sat back on your legs, now clad in only a pair of panties.

“You’ll only be able to cum if you earn it. Make me cum and you’ll be able to cum as much as you’d like; under my permission.” You said, parting your legs. His cool demeanor disappeared as he desperately crawled up the bed, baring his shoulders between your knees. You threaded your fingers through his hair and jerked his head up.

“Color?” you asked.

“Green, fuck,” he groaned, “Please Mistress.”

“Go ahead,” you nodded, keeping a firm grip on his hair as he dove in between your legs. You gasped as he licked up your seem through your panties. He moaned at the taste, tugging your panties to the side before breaching your pussy with a single finger, allowing you to adjust; lips sealed around your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned, as he added another finger. You’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was fingering you better and deeper than some of your past partners cocks. You grinded up against his face shamelessly chasing your high. You knew there was no way you were gonna last. You’d been wet since you stepped foot in his apartment. You teased your nipples, losing yourself in your pleasure. As soon as he began to stroke your inner front wall of your pussy you knew it was over. It only took a few more swipes before you fell apart.

“Fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back. He continued fingering you until you were borderline overstimulated; his tongue greedily lapping up your release. Your hand went limp in his hair as you fell back against the pillows taking a moment to recover. You could feel the hot pants on your clothed core as he looked up at you, waiting, desperate for your next command. You paused, debating whether you should put the strap on now or wait til he was fully prepped. Fuck, you needed to be quick. You had no idea how long he’d stay in this headspace without consistent domination.

You sat up and grabbed the harness. You let out a thankful sigh of relief after seeing it was the kind that you could slide on like panties and tighten to your size. You slipped it up your calves before standing on your knees to pull it up all the way. Without any prompting Mihawk stood on his knees, reaching behind you to secure your harness. You held in a moan as he tugged on the harness, making sure it was tight enough. The part that laced between your thighs now nestled up against your clit.

“Good boy” you praised, cupping his face and sharing a soft kiss. More intimate than you’d ever imagine he was capable of. He whined, trying to chase your lips as you pulled back. You had to press a firm hand on his chest to keep him still.

“Where’s your dildo?” you asked, glancing down at the empty silver ring where it should be secured.

“Top drawer,” he answered, shyly avoiding eye contact. You cupped his face, pulling his attention back to you.

“Color?”

“Gra-green” he stumbled.

“Are you sure?” you asked, your thumb stroking his jaw comfortingly.

“Yes,” he nodded firmly, “I-” he took a deep breath before continuing, “I’ve just had past partners leave when they see them.”

You nodded your head and smiled softly at him; you’d never seen him this vulnerable before. Your gut reaction was to make a joke if it was anyone else to lighten the mood, but you knew he needed to be handled with kid gloves right now.

“I can’t promise a response but let me take a look before we jump to any conclusion. ‘kay?” you asked.

“Okay,” he nodded, you slipped your hand away from his face and leaned over, opening the top drawer. You bit your inner cheek as you schooled your reaction. It was a lot. You could see how it may have scared off those who were less accepting or not experienced. Mihawk didn’t just like anal, he was a size queen. The smallest dildo was his size, and he was far from small. Fuck, he had a set of rainbow-colored dildos that got larger as they went, red being the smallest. Personally, you’d only be able to take yellow, and even then you’d have to be thoroughly prepped and relaxed. On top of their size, they had ridges, some of which mimicked different genital piercings.

“So, which one do you want?” you asked, quirking a brow at him.

“Y-your okay to keep going? It’s okay if you want to stop now, you can still tell Boa you pegged me.” He offered.

“Nah,” you said smiling up at him, “If you liked getting pegged it makes sense to experiment and have what you know feels good. If I’m being honest this tracts, I’ve never seen you do anything half-assed,” you laughed to yourself at your own phrasing, “pun intended,” you tacked on. Mihawk playfully rolled his eyes at your antics.

“So,” you start rubbing up and down the ridges of a dildo to your right, “What are you feeling?”

“Could you use the green one?” he asked, shyly.

“Sure,” you nodded at him, glancing at his alarm clock, “We still have a few hours before midnight, so there’s no need to rush.”

“In that case, -no never mind.” He said, stopping mid-thought.

“What is it?” you asked, lacing your right hand with his left and giving it a gentle squeeze.  

“I’ve-I’ve never had anyone fuck me with the blue one yet.” He confessed, “I’ve taken it alone, but it’s,” he took a breath, “It’s a whole different experience to be fucked by someone else with it.”

“Okay,” you nodded, setting the green one back and grabbing the deep blue one featuring a Jacob’s ladder piercing.

“Really?” he asked, voice bordering on excitement. You couldn’t help but smile as he continued to surprise you.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “You’re doing me a favor, so we’re even”

You purposefully phrased it this way knowing it’d be easier for him to accept and so that you could ignore the flutter in your chest from his reaction.

“Now,” you said clearing your throat, “Wanna help me with this?”

He immediately took the dildo from you, inserting and locking it into place. You playfully hip-bumped him so that he’d be back in your position from earlier, propped up against the pillows.

“Now,” you started, resting your hand on his inner knee, “Were you a good boy and prep yourself like I instructed?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, slipping back into his sub role.

“Mihawk,” you quipped, “Words”

His cock twitched when his name slipped out of your mouth. He’d never heard you refer to him with his first name.

“Yes,” he corrected himself with a whine.

“Good,” you said, placing a kiss on his inner thigh, slowly stroking down his thigh, encouraging him to part his legs.

“Color?” you asked, hand resting on his inner thigh, inches away from his weeping cock.

“Green, fuck please,” he begged.

You smirked in response, barring his legs open with your hips. He was now spread out enough to reveal a wine-red metal butt plug. You teasingly traced two fingers up from his asshole, up his taint, past his balls to the tip of his cock. You circled his urethra collecting some of his precum, before sucking your fingers into your mouth. He whimpered in response.

You. Made. Dracule. Mihawk. Fucking. Whimper.

You’d never felt more confident than in this moment, bowing down to take the head of his cock into your mouth causing him to moan shamelessly. You let your excess spit slide down his cock, as your left-hand stroke up and down his shaft while you teased his slit before you pulled off. You placed a kiss on the base of his cock as Mihawk’s eyes locked with yours. You continued to stroke him at a steady pace with your left hand as your right hand crept down and began to trace the outside of his butt plug before you gently began to work the plug out. Mihawk threw his head back as a moan ripped through him. You carefully tugged it out, mindful of the thickest part just passed his ring of muscles. Mihawk shamelessly rutted against your hand, while thrusting his hips into your fist. You jerked your hands back, releasing him the second you felt his cock pulse in your grip.

“No-I” Mihawk whined, barely able to restrain himself as your forearm barred down his hips.

“Baby,” you lightly scolded, “While you are allowed to cum you still have to ask for permission.”

“Fuck, can I? Can I please?” he begged.

You hummed in response, nipping his inner thigh, making him sweat.

“I’ll allow it,” you finally relented, your hand wrapped its way back around his base. That was all Mihawk needed to let loose, he easily thrusted up past your forearm’s restraint and began to fuck your hand. He whined as you began to stroke him in succession with his thrusts. You couldn’t look away as you sucked two fingers into your mouth. Mihawk was angelic. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his hair stuck against his forehead. The precum his cock was leaking only added to the lewd sound of him fucking your fist. While he was distracted you traced your spit-covered fingers over his asshole; lube from his prep already leaking out. When your first finger easily slipped in because of your size difference, you added a second and experimentally thrusted into his wet heat.

“Fuck,” he moaned, bordering on a scream. His hips stuttered as he came, coating his abs with his cum. You stroked him through his release before he fell slack against the bed. You leaned over to grab the lube off his bedside table, keeping your fingers in him as he recovered. If you wanted for him to be able to comfortably take you by midnight you needed to start now. Your thumb and middle finger just touched at the base of the green dildo. The blue one was not only bigger but had ridges you would have to keep in mind to make sure you didn’t overstimulate him.

“You, okay?” you asked, drizzling lube over your fingers and his opening.

“Mhm, yes,” he hummed, pushing himself up on his forearms.

“Do you need a break-”

“Please don’t stop,” Mihawk said, desperation clear in his voice.

“Okay,” you nodded, thrusting three fingers in. Mihawk whined as he fucked himself back on your fingers, taking you deeper. The tip of your middle finger hits the top side of his walls as you pull back.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “Fuck, right there! Please Mistress, please.” He begged, grinding back on you. You followed his direction, pasted the point of teasing him. His cock jerked back to life as you worked your pinky finger inside of him. You continued to thrust into him, just able to brush against his prostate.

“Mistress,” he called out, slowing his movement. You looked up as he locked eye contact with you.

“I can take it.” He started, “Please fuck me.”

“Are you sure, it’s so big,”

“Please,” he begged, “Just, fuck-, just go slow. I trust you.”

“Okay,” you nodded, he let out another delicious whimper as you pulled your fingers all the way out. You poured an excess amount of lube over the dildo before stroking it to make sure absolutely every inch of it was coated.

“Ready?” you asked, lining yourself up with his hole.

“Fuck, yes, please-” his own moan cut him off as you pressed the head gently in past his entrance, stopping immediately at the slightest bit of resistance. You paused, for a moment, before pulling all the way out and thrusting back in a bit past where you had been, the head of the dildo’s tip now fully seated inside him. You were only a fifth of the way in. Mihawk whined, attempting to thrust back against you. You put all your weight into your palms holding him down. His thighs were now pressed up against his chest.

“Who’s in charge here?” you asked, pulling back and pausing. Only a bit of the toy remained inside him. He just whined as he desperately tried to thrust down against you.

“Mihawk,” you said firmly, removing one of your hands from his hip and wrapping it around his cross necklace. You jerked it down, gathering all of his available attention. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No, No-Please, please don’t leave.” He begged, eyes widening.

“Then you need to respect my decisions. I don’t want you to move until I’m fully inside you. The last thing I want is for you to take too much too soon and hurt yourself. Got that?” you asked, never breaking eye contact.

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Yes, what?” you asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” he whined.

“Good,” you nodded, pressing a kiss to his inner knee as you released his necklace, and your hand returned to his hip. You methodically continued your entrance into him, adding lube when needed. You were going relatively fast, his lewd noises spurring you on.

“Color?” you asked once you made it just pasted halfway.

“Green,” he sighed, eyes beginning to unfocus.  

“You wanna cum baby?” you asked, eyeing the reddened tip of his cock.

“Really,” he asked perking up.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “Why don’t you play with yourself til I fill you.”

Mihawk’s bottom lip found its way between his teeth as he began to jerk himself in time with your thrusts. You were surprised, with how desperate he was you would’ve guessed he’d be dying to cum.

“Fuck,” he sighed, teasing his tip. You were almost there. The base of the dildo took the longest for him to adjust.

“Such a good boy,” you praised, “taking my cock so well.”

“Mistress~” he moaned as you bottomed out, the metal of your harness touching his stretched entrance.

“Ready?” you asked, looking up at him with a cocky smirk.

“Fuck, please,” he begged, with glassy eyes, “I can take it, please, please I’ll be-”

You cut him off thrusting in before dragging the ridged cock out to the tip and thrusting it back in, building your pace as you slammed against that spot.

“Fuck,” he moaned, hand falling from the base of his cock as he fisted the covers below him. You were hyper-aware as you watched for any sign of displeasure as your speed continued to increase. The wet sound of your hips meeting his and his cock bouncing against his stomach with the force of your thrust filled the room. They harmonized with his moans. You held back your own moans as the fabric between your legs from the strap harness hiked up and rubbed roughly against your clit.

“Fuck, Fuck, please, please can I cum please” he begged.

“Go ahead,” you gasped, wrapping your hand back around the base of his shaft. He was caught in pleasure as he fucked your fist and ground down on your strap. He didn’t last long. His body seized, cum shooting up his chest, shouting your name, before he fell slack against his covers. You fucked him through his orgasm, before stilling your hips. You stayed seated inside him as he came down from his high. Once he had caught his breath you slowly began to ease out of him. He panted, chin tilted up as he began to reach homeostasis.

You loosened the strap and pulled it down your thighs along with your soaked panties. The strap dropped with a thud to the side as you crawled up to the head of the bed. You put your pleasure on the back burner as you embraced Mihawk’s spent form. His head rested against your chest, as you petted his hair, occasionally lightly scratching at his scalp. He hummed in response wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing more firmly into your chest. You had agreed to stay for a half hour after your session was over, to make sure he was good before being left alone. That agreement flew out the window as you allowed him to fall slack against you. You'd never seen him look so at peace, all the worry lines gone from his face. After fortyish minutes his head suddenly jerked up, and you threaded your fingers through his head back to your chest.

“Shh it’s alright, I’m not going anywhere.” You cooed down at him. He immediately dropped back into his position. You ignored the butterflies you felt when he let out a content hum. You could overanalyze that feeling in the morning. For now, you wiped up all the cum you could reach from your position with tissues from his nightstand, before allowing yourself the peace of sleep.

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A/N: I hope you liked it? This was less planned out and more stream-of-consciousness than anything I've written before. It just kept coming. Thanks as always for taking the time to read 💛 I gotta go catch up on school work now 😫😒😭

PS: I may have to write a morning reaction blurb next time I have time to write. heh

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[queerprayers]

i've grown up in quite a secular family, never went to church etc, and only in the past couple of years started celebrating serbian orthodox christmas with my mum where we attend part of the christmas eve mass. i want to get to know christianity a little better, and i know ur lutheran and not orthodox but i was wondering if u have any tips for just. starting somewehere? it feels very strange to sit down and think "Im Going To Pray" when ive neither done it nor seen anyone do it before, but i want to explore a bit, if that makes sense. your blog is very nice and calming i feel like you might have some insight :)

Welcome, beloved!

Prayer is quite strange sometimes and Sitting Down and Doing It does not come easily to most, especially if you didn't grow up doing that. I'm honored to be asked and I have a few thoughts.

At some point as a kid I was taught the acronym ACTS—Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving, Supplication. I was told a prayer should contain these elements. And I don't technically disagree; I think those are all good necessary things. If you want a formula, there's a formula. But I always found "I pray because I can't help myself. I pray because I'm helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time- waking and sleeping" a much more real description of prayer.

We're told to pray always, without ceasing—prayer is something to bring with us. It is to be in relation with the God who is Love, who knows our suffering, and who hears. To pray is to be heard—and to listen in return, even if what we receive may be holy silence. 

Mass is a prayer, one the Church does together. Liturgy is where I learned most of the prayers I say, where I first chanted the psalms. I learned to read in church. Even once a year, it shows us many parts of prayer—it fulfills the acronym, sure, but attending services has shown me that prayer can be somber, joyful, certain, wondering, penitent, musical, silent. We can also think of things prayer can be that we don't want to replicate—Jesus talks about hypocritical ways of praying, of calling attention to oneself, of "heaping up empty phrases."

It doesn't always look like Sitting Down. There are not always words. I sit down (or lie down, depending) and pray at certain times—this was a hard-won habit, that still doesn't come easy—but it's easier for me to use my own words in the woods.. You can be anywhere, and be doing anything. You don't have to commit to a form—do it a little bit differently each time. Ask a question. Confess something. Picture someone you love in your mind, and feel that love. Look at each person on the subway and wish something for them. Set a timer on your phone to spend five minutes tentatively thinking about God—this is a prayer that can be more deeply felt than all the books in the world.

Whatever strangeness or embarrassment there is in addressing an unseen being, in coming to the Universe with your one quiet voice, it is the strange embarrassment of caring, of attempting what seems impossible, of being earnest about this whole being alive thing. The uncertainty of a new relationship, the doubt of whether it all matters, the unfamiliarity of learning a new skill. But you can do strange things, new things, vulnerable things. Love is continuing movement, and each step takes more bravery. You need communication with Love to live in it. 

Of course there are countless people who do not purposefully pray and yet show more love than I could ever hope to. God has met many, and sustained many, without their ever asking, sometimes without them ever knowing his name. But the asking is another kind of love, and I am one of the many who devote myself to even slight knowledge of his face. You have all you need to join me—because you have God.

The need that flows out of you, all the time—the draw you feel to start—is a prayer already. Really, there is no start—only a joining of a current already in motion. A dipping into a well that never runs dry. Others have the words, if you don't. I learn the psalms because, for all my poetry, I can't say it all, and never as perfectly as they do—and because it's a connection with centuries of voices. The practicing of the divine hours is another connection.

But really, putting aside the walks in the woods and the going to church more and the acronyms and the metaphors—how do you pray on purpose? Ultimately, there is no better answer than the one Jesus gave: Go into your room, shut the door, and (without an earthly audience, without looking a certain way or believing a certain thing) pray to the secret, listening God, in whatever language/version you have,

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever, Amen.

You've never done it or seen it before, sure, but it's built into you, to need this. Once you've done it, you will have seen it. Once you've seen it, I expect you'll realize you have done it before, without noticing. You don't have the words, so they have been given to you. You don't have to believe wholeheartedly each word—that comes later for those of us who grow up in it, and it can come later for you, too. Start in the somewhere you have been placed. 

The first thing we learn how to ask for as babies is the result of every prayer: being heard. So cry out.

<3 Johanna

[vidavalor]

hiiiii! I wanted to know what your thoughts/predictions on the “it will end, as it starts, in a garden” quote is. I didn’t see it scrolling through your metas but i also may have missed it 😅

Hi there! 💕 Thanks for reading & asking. Tonight's dessert is apple crisp, should you like some. 😊 Feels like an appropriate choice.

So, it's my feeling that when The Voice of God said this...

"It starts, as it will end, with a garden. In this case, The Garden of Eden. And with an apple..."

...what we're really talking about is the idea that people fall, in different ways, all the time. Breaking out of different literal or metaphorical garden prisons, often of our own making, is what the story (and life) is about. The apple is the "temptation"-- the healthy thing that is knowledge, pleasure, nutrition but that our prisons can sometimes convince us are for everyone but us.

While the story begins with the most famous garden-and-apple scenario here-- The so-called Fall of Man in The Garden of Eden-- it's not the first or last version of this scenario that we've seen in the series already, never mind still to come in its ending.

As many have pointed out, this is also in the ending of S1-- Adam breaks free of the garden to eat one of R.P. Tyler's apples and join his friends to go watch the circus (metaphorical for the wonderful chaos of life) set up. That is a more literal version but Anathema and Newt also broke out of their own gardens and ate their own apples-- so did Shadwell and Madame Tracy.

The thing is that it's a repeating cycle because we grow and change and what works for us in one season of life doesn't always as time goes on. Adam ended S1 grieving the passage of time the way we do in different ways throughout life. For him, it was the knowledge that there would be other summers but never another one just like this one. In S2, Maggie and Nina talked about how they were getting older; Shadwell and Tracy and Norman in S1 were facing down retirement. No matter how old you are-- an eleven year old kid or an immortal being-- it's all going faster than a rollercoaster and the changing of literal and metaphorical seasons can bring about a fall-- sometimes, literally in the fall, as the winter and the Christmas lights loom, as I think was the case for Aziraphale in S2.

The point, though, is that every end is really also the beginning of something else. That's how it can both start and end with a garden and an apple. The end of Good Omens has to really be the setup for a new beginning for Crowley and Aziraphale. When you look at S2 as being Aziraphale trying to figure out how to get out of the bookshop that worked for them for a long time but which had become his M-25-- the thing of his own design that he felt stuck in-- then the ending of The Finale has to be he and Crowley moving into their own place together that isn't also a bookshop pretending to be an embassy but is just theirs.

That "South Downs Cottage" ending might not literally be in the South Downs (and it might be, who knows) but I think it's already baked into the story to be the ending. (Think about Shadwell & Tracy paralleling that back in S1 with Tracy wanting to move out of London, etc..)

The story has been wordplaying with the garden and the apple in the beginning/endings all along. Gabriel arrives naked in a parallel to Adam & Eve at the beginning of 2.01 and passes by tomatoes (the "love apple") while people film him on apps on their Apple iPhones. He goes to the door of the bookshop-- which is a garden because a garden is also a gar den and a gar is a kind of fish and a den is a place where secret activity takes place. A garden is a fish den is the bookshop. If you then think back to 1.01, too, then the sushi restaurant where Armageddon began for Aziraphale was also a garden, right? And The Meeting Ball with Gabriel circling with appetizers in the fish den as the beginning of the end in S2? It's been gardens and apples the whole way through and will be again in the end that is a beginning that is the end of The Finale.

There's also Aziraphale's flaming sword means that he knows fencing, and when I hear a garden and an apple, I also think of the fencing terms en garde and appel. It starts, as it shall end, with a feint-- a trick, a fake out, someone being vulnerable in their self-imposed prison and being played for a sucker, as happens to us all sometimes.

Nothing can lead to a fall like that can in life, right? That's when you most need your flies and your nightingales to help you back up. 😊

I think that, in The Finale, pretty much all the main characters will get an ending that, like the ones in S1 did, sets up a new beginning, and that involves some literal or wordplay form of gardens and apples. Crowley and Aziraphale will probably get a couple layers of that happening at once but I wouldn't be surprised if the story comes back around to its beginning and goes a bit literal with them.

If the cottage is the ending, then that ending is a new beginning in which they have a house with a literal garden. That much I feel comfortable predicting. There are a lot of options they could take that would all fit well and I don't know what form the apple would take but I would go pretty literal with it for the very end, if it were my story. Something like them on a picnic (that picnic from 1967 needs to be in there somewhere) and Aziraphale knowingly offering Crowley a bit of apple something-- probably an apple tart lol-- and then an intentionally very similar "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square" ending to what S1 had. I'm not predicting that, exactly, just saying I think it would fit.

Also not predictions but what I also would really like somewhere near the end in there somewhere is for the ending for Gabriel and Beez to be a glimpse of them having dinner at The Resurrectionist with Crowley and Aziraphale. And maybe some kind of montage where we can also linger on A.Z. Fell & Co. above the door of the bookshop but see that it's now being run by Muriel and Maggie, who merged her shop with it. Things like that. I hope that they happy ending the living fuck out of this story as the world is hard enough and I have the feeling that they will.

Whatever the end is, it is far more in feeling the ending of S1 than the end of S2.

[marzipanilla]

We'll figure it out eventually xD I mean, it's all basically one convo anyway...

It's the everyone is isolated instead of interacting with each other thing all over again, except this time they're isolated from who they were a few months ago. Like. What. They had such intertwined progression and beautiful building conflict in S1 ! Mark also legitimately seemed to be representing the conflict between being what his father was shaping him into and just being a hero. Which was great! Now everything is so disjointed and it's like. Why are you doing anything? bc you want your dad to love you and you hate that about yourself ?? maybe???? which barely makes any sense bc your dad is arguably dead for all you know ! what memory are you trying to live up to??? can we get a moment reflecting on that ??? I just don't know anymore!

There is no Debbie parallel in the Cecil - Mark conflict bc she doesn't do anything in the comics and they apparently forgot to keep extending her characterization this season /bitch mode activate

Stop saying you don't trust Cecil! I know you don't trust Cecil! You told me this back in S1 ! Can I learn something new about you and your relationship with Cecil ??? Or how about your relationship with LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE. Paul barely even counts as a new pov on her life bc every time she talks to him it's about Nolan or Mark. Why the fuck did they bail on the SOS timeline so soon. God forbid Debbie has something to do, I guess. Bring Olga back. Let her get drunk with her friend.

They stuffed Mark in a darker palette suit and said, actually, he's an Anti-Hero now. and it's like. what. you barely established him as a hero. You very briefly tried to elevate him up like a hero of heroes with his no kill policy but that backfired on you right quick and apparently he has abandoned that heartily. I don't even necessarily think the no-kill thing should be Mark's moral base, but it was definitely important to his character for a long time so it suddenly going away is wild. It's like that whole 'some people will say Batman technically didn't kill people if he hit them with his car' kind of writing. They just swapped in his 'no kill' policy with 'everyone should go to prison' and it's like.. those are different things?? A guy also just lost his shit on you and used you to commit suicide, but like, finish your date and tell your gf you love her I guess ??? not weird at all to mix those two things together. It's also legit been like, 3-4 months since your very intense break up with Amber. but that clipshow they showed us says you loved Eve from S1 so I guess it's totally cool or whatever. In terms of episodes there were literally 0 episodes that let this boy be single in the sense that a romantic prospect wasn't coming at him swinging. Even if a longer amount of time had gone by in universe it is all just so sudden in terms of episode pacing.

Are you making a very subtle and sly commentary about trauma responses Invincible show, or do you just not know what the fuck is going on ??

They spent so much time on how fucked ALL the Graysons were about how S1 ended and then a bunch of other fucked up shit happened and they spend no time on it at all and it's like ?? you could tho. as a treat. for me.

Shock value is a way to put it. I think in the comic a side character's backstory is legit meta-textually described as shock value (Mark being a fan of comics had the writer give him several moments a la the con scene about animation in the show in order to discuss the way comics work/come together), very quickly discussed, and then absolutely never brought up again?? and it IS a fucked up backstory. so like. I wonder how much Kirkman really just wanted to like, try and comment on certain superhero tropes but not spend time on a more cohesive narrative?? but like. it's been 20 years. Surely you'd at least have something new to say about everything. And maybe also give us more cohesive character arcs along the way.

Hanging this show upside down and shaking it for juicy character bits to drop out of its pockets so I can take them and run away with them and talk about the rich media I just robbed like it wasn't a bit of lint and a penny roughly expelled from a pocket with a hole in it.

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.

[fu-cough]

home // adrien agreste + taylor swift lyrics pt. 2

- dear reader, dear john, seven, marjorie, my tears ricochet

[pidgydraws]

🕛 happy new year 🕛

caitlyn: *doing at terrible Jayce impression* "we're just friends, cait! it isn't like that, cait!" vi: *doing an even worse Jayce impression* "i'm Jayce Talis and I've definitely never had a gay thought in my entire life!"

[worm-on-a-blog]

woahh 2024! cheers!

happy new year. worms are rooting for you to have your best year yet.

[climbthemountain2020]

Okay, this was my big, big contribution to @acotargiftexchange

For the first time ever, I tried my hand at animating, and HOO BUDDY it is HARD. Lol. But I was determined.

@itsybitsybluesy I hope you love this little video that goes with the end of Ch. 4 of What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? You have A+ holiday song choices! <3

[sainz100]

Carlos Sainz | F1 London Live in 2017 | x x x x x

[unstablequeerbitch]

WOAH WAIT REALLY OKAY IM TAKING THIS AS AN EXCUSE TO TALK. Ratchet/Transformers will be further below the bullets

-in case you did know the “war is war and hell is hell and out of the two war is worse than hell.” Quote is from mash.

-Charley O’clock. He can’t seem to hit anything so it turns into a daily party. I actually have a transformers fic based on this. It’s an autobot flyer that can’t fly or aim well

-so many jokes

-so much pain and suffering and hoping the latest science magazine can help.

-got some black market action to get meds or recover property

-making sketchy medical machines out of what they can find lying around

-a few mental breakdowns including one that became a “lets burn everything in site fuck this war. Fuck the government

-they whole new year eve episode. Here’s a clip. You can skip to 35 if ya want

-getting winter suppliers in summer and summer supplies in winter

-fighting in three wars and now being the only one left alive from your group

-some wonderful group moments,poker, singing, dancing, trying to celebrate before the war comes back full swing (like this time)

-complaing about staff meetings and regulations and how hard it is to get supplies

-sketchy high level officers

-doctors not giving up on a patient

-there’s so much more that I wouldn’t even be able to type all out and few that I want to keep secret for avoiding spoilers in case you do watch it or anyone reading this

-but like honestly it’s a comedy and a tragedy and a medical show rolled into one. I have never cried or laughed so hard until I found this show. It actual aged well somehow. 11 seasons. Deadass bought all the seasons.

And I can see Ratchet being a colonel potter being fed up with everyone and kinda giving up. On reigning in some of the terror so he comprises. Expect you know, the war in cybertron gets worse. Ratchet loses more and more mechs on the table. Ratchet starts losing doctors and nurses. It just gets more and more depressive. Add in like Pharma going mad from the stress or others swapping sides. Like maybe have Knockout being trained at their medic center then leaving one day. He’s seen chapters later at a con medic area.

Ratchet himself or maybe some of the doctors start going out further trying to scavenge out supplies from peoples works and homes, seeing the graffiti and destruction and occasional energon splatter on the wall.

Pulling out pads with medical books scouring through the index and pages trying to find something, anything to help the patient.

Mourning the low supplies that he can’t even give out normal routine additives/meds because he has to stockpile them for a try emergency.

Also like Ratchet would HATE having to bug out and would def say fuck all this and stay with a patient until they can move them.

Pre-war / no war au that focuses on a young!Ratchet and it's a parody of the medical dramas I love so much

[tmos-time]

tfw the merman you've been befriending for a week while you visit your best friend has the most dysphoric day of his life and all he can think about is ovens

[front-facing-pokemon]

[wayward-sherlock]

Before he can think twice, Mike’s typing out and sending a message, then throwing his phone on the bed and walking away while he shakes his hands out. He’s suddenly full of nervous energy, thrumming through his veins, and he’s terrified and anxious and - and thrilled, all at once, and he’s feeling so much that he doesn’t know what to do with it.

He hears his phone vibrate twice in reply and punches one of his pillows, just for good measure.

His heart is beating like he just skydived from space, or something equally as adrenaline-inducing, and he’s a little embarrassed that his body is reacting this way to a boy, but at the same time he’s losing his mind and Will seems to be reciprocating, so what does he care? They’re losing their minds together.

mike and will are stuck in the talking stage and mike's really very normal about it. he's also normal about trying to find a way to hang out with will over the holidays.