#(i actually was hit with an intense motivation to do some writing for the series)

[the-rat-house]

✦ ━ Are there any muse(s) you miss roleplaying?   

So I did answer this here! But I want to talk about some more specific ones.

Those being muses from the Mega Man series! I'm falling head over heels in love with it all over again and have been thinking about those old muses, as well as ones I would love to write someday in the future.

This here is Jupiter, a fucked up robot from space who was involved in World Ending Shenanigans (in the Gigamix manga, at least, I don't recall the canon story of the game). He was a mean bird and I immediately knew I wanted to write him. I didn't get to write him nearly as much as I wanted, most of it actually being in a special event server, but I'd love to come back to him again someday.

I also had planned on potentially writing Needle Man, but things went downhill before I ever ended up doing so. I do want to try again someday though, as well as poke around with some others (looks at Ice Man specifically).

I just... am really missing them now that I am getting back into the series orz

[kjzlstuio]

Hello I saw your post, how about tsp headcanons or maybe anything about your au?

OH SHIT SOMEONE PERCIEVED MY AU

I feel like everyone that gets into tsp has an au for their own interpretation and story, so minee uhhhhh I had a plan to make a whole fic + illustration series for it, but I dont have the time or motivation so I'm cool with infodumping. Actually, getting it all down now would make it easier to release content for it, so win win !!

SUPER LONG INFODUMP INCOMING

My au is mostly a character exploration of Stanley and Narrator after years in isolation before it starts getting meta. From adjustment to their new lives, to the evolution of their relationship through insanity, and finally discovering the truth of their world to break free.

The first few chapters are dedicated to Stanley's adjustment from his real life to the game. Chapter 1 follows his daily routine, his commute, his entrance into the building, and suddenly, the silence of his branch. His job wasn't very interactive in the first place, inputting what he was told into spreadsheets or other, but simply pressing buttons is a gross simplification of it. The oddity of the situation hits him, and the narration begins. Truthfully, the Narrator's words align with his thoughts, so while he is uneasy, he does as told because he'd do the same. The Freedom Ending is full of revelations and emotions as he reflects on his life, corners of the office he hadn't seen. Stanley steps outside, the daylight grows brighter, and he resets. Following this is Stanley's spiral through emotions. He doubts the voice in his mind being his own, looks everywhere for clues about his situation, inputs into the pink screens and tests out the story slowly. From barely diverting to a room or two in anxious desperation, to completely opposing the Narrator in anger and spite, Stanley branches into every ending plus some. While it's true that his life had fallen into monotony, the Narrator mocks and berates him not only through dialogue, but through the contents of the world. The building became nothing but a maze of halls, his capabilities as a human limited to button-pressing, his ability to speak lost completely. It was as if The Stanley Parable was made solely to mock his existence. The Narrator and Stanley battle for control of the situation. Stanley reclaims his pride and autonomy through defiance and causing the Narrator suffering while the Narrator retaliates. However, the Narrator always seems to default to wanting a good ending for them both and fulfilling his goal of greatness and artistry. Stanley soon grows to realize this as their time loops progress, and with time, conflicted feelings for the Narrator give in to gratitude and solace in their isolation. (I remembered I had this RP with myself midway through writing, so this might be the best place to put it. Stanley's going through the wringer with his emotions, and at a point, you can get too exhausted to feel what once enveloped you so intensely. Between his anger and his gratitude, there was definitely points of exhaustion. Additionally, even as he "gave in" to the game, he was still exploring every inch, wondering about the true nature of their existence.)

Stanley never would have regained his ability to feel if not for the Narrator. If anything, he should be grateful that his lonely life was brought to someone's obsessive focus. He wouldn't have overcome his anxiety to adhere to instructions, wouldn't have dared explore outside what he was expressly given permission to. Wouldn't have felt so intensely with fear and wonder and anger and self-actualization. He had them to thank. And only them. For years. They only had each other. They couldn't help it that it naturally evolved into something more. Stanley's fear of the situation evolved to desperation once he realized the pattern. Desperation for an exit to insanity for what his life had suddenly become. Insanity to anger, focused onto the source of it all and the mockery of his life. Anger to understanding as the Narrator's intentions became clear to him. Understanding to gratitude. Gratitude to adoration. Adoration to obsession. So on. And the Narrator notices these changes. The Stanley Parable in their eyes isn't a mockery, but an artistic piece and aid dedicated to Stanley. For some reason, even unknown to them, they're very attached to Stanley from the start. While upset to see their piece ripped to shreds by Stanley's choices, in the end, Stanley grows bolder, more expressive, and the Narrator loves to see it. All of this development is slow and takes place within the decade before the next game installment. The Stanley Parable: Ultra Deluxe is introduced to Stanley in the midst of their odd relationship. Not quite a thing, not quite hidden from each other. They've grown into this routine of cycles, and by now, their endings and interactions with each other far outnumber those in the game. When the new content is added, Stanley doesn't know how to feel. The Narrator had been developing it behind the scenes with unknown outside help for a while. Stanley had long given up on interacting with any other sentient beings ever again, so the new content is overwhelming and scary in that sense. The new stimulation is welcome, but new characters? Even hints of an outside presence, seeing the meeting room covered in notes and speculation over collectibles from unseen employees freaks him out. The need for connection leads him to attaching to these inanimate objects, much like his bond with The Adventure Line. The way humans find comfort in one another through touch and interaction is the same way Stanley feels over the Bucket. Stanley eventually comes to realize that the unknown and overexaggerated connection he felt to it was true. The Bucket is a person. In fact, the Adventure Line is a person too. The Wife mannequin is a person. The Settings is a person. That Cardboard Baby was probably a person too. Who knows. Stanley pieces this together from outside reviews of the game, the story of Employee 432, and the Curator. The company he worked for is the same developer of The Stanley Parable and it ran experiments on its workers and environments in plain sight. The Stanley Parable is an interactive recording of the pocket dimension created by these experiments with Stanley's own experiences being put onto store shelves.

There's a whole subplot with the Settings gradually forming a bond with Stanley as well, and it comes to a head when Stanley attempts to escape with the Narrator. Stanley and the Narrator have a heart to heart about everything. The Narrator feigned ignorance to the Escape Pod Ending, but now knowing everything, Stanley wants to escape more than ever. Without him, this fake world can't exist, and all these people will be freed with them. The Narrator gives in with some time, final reviews of their work together, but for some reason, Stanley remains. The Settings wants to make their time endless, but the world rots without the Narrator there, and the Settings eventually has to let go. Stanley wakes up again in his office. He fears that the game isn't over, but stepping foot outside his door, he hears the rustling of objects, the voices of people, and he stumbles through the office, now back to its original form, with all his coworkers within it. It's awkward knowing they've seen so much of him, and over a decade in isolation has destroyed his ability to interact, so Stanley avoids them all in a mad search for the Narrator. When they finally lock eyes, Stanley doesn't know what to feel, but he feels his voice come out for the first time in forever, and he cries. Everyone sets off to reclaim the lives they've lost, wishing Stanley and the Narrator well as the two awkwardly return the gesture. The Narrator, for once, is at a loss for words, and they part ways before exchanging contact information. Stanley stays with his parent for some time, lost and haunted with his experiences, and the Narrator reclaims what he can of his old life, spending many days waiting by the ruins of their company building for anyone who might return. It doesn't take long for Stanley to come back. Living in the real world again is overwhelming, and he took it a day at a time with the help of his family. Coming back to find the Narrator, Stanley shares everything. While it isn't their fault, he can't just forgive them for everything. His feelings are torn all sorts of ways, and they settle with staying friends, there to help each other acclimate to life again with everyone else, but mostly each other. They make it official after some time. Even though it isn't the best decision. They can't let go of everything or each other, so it's a very codependent type of relationship despite how it looks on the outside.

There's a lot of details I left out obviously. There's a whole Curator and Mariella plot, even more details about Stanley and the Setting's dynamic, all of the secrets in the game that Stanley experiences and their corresponding emotional developments, more character exploration for the Narrator and more of how the world worked (The Narrator was actually an invisible floating mass btw), I COMPLETELY FORGOT THEIR IRL RELATIONSHIP BEFORE THE GAME JESUS. But yeah, that's the gist of it. I'll definitely make more content of it soon.

Phew

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[lord-squiggletits]

4, 13, 23, 26, 47, 65 :)

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

The first story idea I ever came up with for Transformers/IDW MegOP is a novel idea named "The Blade Called Trust", I literally thought it was going to be my first Transformers fic until the initial concept of Pay Unto Evil came to mind and supplanted it (as I had more/better plot ideas to make an outline).

The main reason I haven't worked on it is because TBCT is intended to be (even when I first conceived it) a magnum opus of IDW MegOP as well as possibly even IDW1 as a whole. It's not just gonna be megop-centric, but it's also going to be me picking and choosing my favorite parts of IDW1 and remixing them into my own fic that's basically an "alternate continuity" of sorts. Though not a fix-it fic so much as as it is a love letter to IDW1, making my own version of it but also paying homage to all of the coolest parts of it IMO.

As such, it's a super mega intense project that I need to do another read of IDW1 so that I can refresh myself on the lore, favorite characters, plotlines/themes I would've liked to see more of, etc. And THEN I can make a proper outline for it, and once that happens I'm home free to actually start writing.

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

idk how to answer this one so I'm just gonna say N/A lkdsfklds

23. how do you deal with writers block?

Cry into my friends' DMs lamenting the limitations of my mortal form and why it is I can't be 100% creative and energized all of the time (not joking, my hubris is real bad). Suffer and wait for it to be over. Get really depressed about it. Usually focus on my other hobbies (gardening, sewing) while I wait for the writing juice to come back.

26. do you like to write one-shots or series, and why?

I don't have a preference. If an idea is meant to be a one-shot, I'm happy to write it as a one-shot. If it's meant to be a series/multichapter, likewise. I think being able to write a one-off piece that scratches some brain itch idea I had in my mind is just as good as an idea that takes multiple chapters/pieces to fully realize.

47. what story are you most proud of?

NOOOOO DON'T ASK ME TO BE PROUD OF MYSELF NOOOOO

Somewhat surprisingly I think it's actually An Endless Form Most Beautiful. I reread that fic somewhat recently trying to motivate myself to finish chapter 10, and holy absolute fuck. Past me was a genius writing it. The pacing is perfect. The slow tension and reveal of OP's backstory is also perfect. The romance between OP and Megatron feels natural and develops in a very deep way throughout the fic, centered on them developing trust and sharing their deepest thoughts/fears/goals/affirmations to each other. Impactor is an amazing secondary protagonist whose platonic love for Megatron hits just as hard as the main romantic plot between Orion and Megatron. The recurring themes of community, friendship, love, and collective support are CONSTANT and reinforced by basically everything that happens in the plot. Past me was a genius. I don't understand why I was so worried about the romance feeling unnatural/rushed or the themes being poorly represented.

I don't really like to compare my longfics to each other since I think each is different, but I think the entirety of AEFMB has thematic strength comparable to the epilogue chapters of Pay Unto Evil. Everything is so tightly knit together, but instead of PUE where the themes of mercy/restorative justice were basically an emotional payoff for a long story of suffering and hard choices, AEFMB's themes are a long, slow burn that keep the reader warm throughout the length of the fic, giving it a much more optimistic feeling.

That being said I'm also really proud of Pay Unto Evil for being the first novel-length story I've ever completed. And also for the fact that people keep leaving me comments saying how deeply the story impacted them or made them cry or gave them hope in happy endings.

65. what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written? 

Pay Unto Evil is probably my favorite, given how succinctly it summarizes the theme of the entire fic. When you first pick it up, I imagine some readers might take "pay unto evil" to be phrased as a sort of declarative statement, an implication that this fic is going to be about karma and people getting what they deserve based on their past actions. But then you read on through the fic all the way to the end (or you already recognize/know the Bible verse the title is stolen from) and realize the actual plot/theme is quite the opposite.

It's a short, catchy, clever, deceptive (if you don't know the original quote it came from), insightful (if you do know the original quote) and meaningful title all in one. Technically a fic title only needs to make some kind of sense to be "good," but it's always nice as a writer when you find that title that's a real ZINGER, as clever and profound as something that would be published as an actual great work of literature.

But also, shout out to one of my Tarnma one-shots little death because even though it's quite a generic/cheesy title (everyone knows that "little death" is based on a French euphemism for orgasming sdlfdjlsk), it feels really fitting for how cheesy and romantic Pharma and Tarn are for each other in that fic, as well as the fact that Pharma having sparkplay done on him via Tarn's voice literally is flirting with death in a way. Thus, little death.

Other shout-outs: Love's Harvest, Of Tides Inevitable, and the joke titles of the one-shot Not According to Plan leading to a sequel fic called Exactly According to Plan. Besides that I literally get most of my fic titles from stealing song lyrics and/or lines of poetry so lmao 😂😂😂

[saint--claire]

@monkiedude tagged me in this - thank you Monkie!  I like getting to do these.

3 ships

My favourite three ships at any one time depend on the phase of the moon and how intense the hyperfixations have been lately.  Current three favourite ships?

1 - Hangman/Rooster - a dearly beloved dynamic: I have a strong emotion so I’m going to call it rage; I fucking hate you but you’re important to me, you piece of shit.  How dare you put yourself in danger!  Come back home to me.

You can explore basically any trope with them and it works, the whole universe is an outstanding sandpit.  The TG:M movie snapped me out of a years long writing de-motivation funk; and I was actually having fun writing and drafting out fic plots for the first time in ages, which was really special.  It also led me to Discord, and I got to make some new friends, which was equally if not more exciting.

2 - Gideon/Harrow - Look.  Writing it down is forcing me to observe some trends here.  These two have the world’s most dysfunctional relationship with horrifically beautiful level of co-dependency and I love that for them.  Also, not a ship but I adore all of the platonic/familiar/antagonist relationships in the whole of the locked tomb - I really like the way Tamsyn writes characters in relation to each other.  Nona?  J’adore elle.

3 - Nie Huisang/Jiang Cheng - Softly sweet and incompetent shell hiding a no-fuck’s given fully-fledged mastermind who’s playing grandmaster’s level chess on 12 boards in three different realms.  Paired with Jiang outwardly-rage-and-lightning while an utter marshmallow loves-his-nephew-and-all-dogs on the inside Cheng.

First ship

Oh god it will have been something from Harry Potter.

Actually, it might have been Faro and Sapphire from the Ingo Series, if I’m getting specific.

Last movie

Fast 9!  I like the Fast and Furious movies, and I enjoy them getting more and more absurd the more time goes on.  And the very final scene of F9 where they’re sitting around the table and Brian’s car zips up to the drive makes me tear up.

Last song

Bummerland by AJR - blasted music all the way home in the car from the beach and I like singing to it.  I am WAITING IMPATIENTLY for AJR’s new album to come out.  We went to one of their shows where they let the crowd do a call and response they recorded live to be part of the new album and it was really exciting.

Currently reading

What aren’t I reading.  There’s an insane number of tabs open atm.  Most of them Top Gun.

In the middle of The Atlas Paradox by Olivie Blake - love it.  Everyone in this book has a royally fucked up relationship with everyone else and I love it.  Found family except the whole family either hates each other or are having philosophical discussions while they fuck.  Slowly - (glacially slowly) moving towards friendlier connections with each other, couldn’t and wouldn’t disband if they wanted to.

Currently watching

Just started Kaleidoscope, that’s cool.  I’m being boring and watching in the order they’re on Netflix, so if anyone has better suggestions hit me up.

Currently consuming

I have just eaten dumplings with a mound of shredded carrot on top + a small dish of grated cheese because I can.

Currently craving

Ice cream.

Nobody feel obligated, I am going to tag @blackidyll @tikaaninightshade @ishipallthings @thaffyreblogseverything and literally anyone else who wants to do it - open invite.

[galacticgraffiti]

PLS- Can I get a pt2 to the rebels rex sorry but make it wolffe- call me thirsty but MY GOD

how dare you apologise for thirsting over wolffe in my inbox, sweet nonnie? i love to thirst, and i love to thirst with you all even more. especially over wolffe. and writing a pt2 with wolffe was always the plan so- let’s gooooo y'all! i cannot stress enough how motivating and encouraging little messages and asks like these are ♡

If you all are interested, I'd definitely love to write a part 3 as soon as I have the time, because this (as always) escalated, soooo let me know what you think and what you'd like to see/read if i do make this into a mini-series!

Thank you so much to my cherished @djarrex for beta'ing for me, I appreciate you, you are fantastic and the absolute sweetest, and your live commentary while reading meant everything to me ❥

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Wordcount: 7.6k (I am so sorry) Warnings: age difference (everyone is of age), mentions of a threesome (no clonec*st), consensual voyeurism, orgasm without penetration, so much dirty talk, oral (m receiving), male masturbation, ass play (f receiving), some verbal degradation, mouth spitting, praise, cum as lube, actual threesome (kinda?), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, so much mando'a A/N: I feel like I have been neglecting my love Mando'a, so we are remedying that right now. A key with all the translations can be found at the end of the fic!

!!! NSFW/18+ !!!

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“Does it ever bother you, that I… that I kinda just continued to flirt with Wolffe?” you ask Rex. It’s been a few weeks since that time he dragged you out of the mess and fucked you stupid in a supply closet. And ever since it happened, you feel like Wolffe’s looks have just been getting more… intense. He still never touches you, not inappropriately at least - he finds excuses to hold your waist when he slips by, to touch your arm when he asks you a question. But he never goes any further than some ambiguous comments and knowing looks. And you enjoy the attention - even though Rex is wonderful, and you can’t imagine needing anything more than him, something about Wolffe just intrigues you.

“Does it bother me?” Rex considers for a second, his hand running up and down your naked arm and you shiver, pressing closer to him.

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t think he’d ever act on his comments, but… I like banter. So I never stopped, and I wanted to ask you… I don’t want to make you feel like you’re not enough, baby,” you try to explain. Rex smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, his beard slightly scratchy against your smooth skin.

“No, mesh’la. It doesn’t bother me. And to be honest, I think Wolffe could use some… attention.”

You stare up at him, your mouth slightly agape.

“How’d you mean?” you have to ask, sitting up to properly look at Rex and pulling the sheets around you when the cool air hits your bare chest.

“I mean,” Rex is silent for a while, searching for the right words. “I mean, Wolffe used to get a lot of attention. Both the good kind and the bad kind - way back at 79’s. The bad kind mostly from natborns who were hoping to pick up girls there. And… ever since we joined the rebellion, ever since we started running, there obviously haven’t been many opportunities to… you know. Meet people. And sometimes I think he misses it, the attention - the good and the bad kind. And since you can’t give him a fight-“

“… I should fuck him?” you say incredulously, a wave of arousal mixed with surprise running down your spine. Rex winces at your words.

“Not the expression I would’ve used maybe, but- well, yes- I mean- I don’t want to imply that you-“ he stutters and you put a hand on his shoulder.

“I know what you mean, baby. Or at least I think I do. Are you saying you wouldn’t mind? If it ever went any further than flirting?”

“Hm-hm,” Rex sighs in relief and nods. “If you wanted to, I wouldn’t mind.”

“That’s very… honourable of you. Very selfless.” You smile and swing your leg over his hips to straddle him. Rex’s hands automatically grab your hips, guiding you in a steady rocking motion against him, just the sweet slide of skin against skin aided by the wetness that has been growing between your legs ever since this conversation took an unexpected turn.

“We are… we are vode,” Rex shrugs. “I don’t mind sharing, not with him. We’ve been through so much together.”

You consider for a second, your hands resting on Rex’s sturdy chest that’s speckled with white hair as you continue to mindlessly rock your hips down.

“So, are you saying… are you saying I should invite him? Or that you would let me… let me do as I pleased if anything happened naturally? Would you want to be a part of it? I’ve never really done anything like this, baby, and I… I’m definitely interested. I just never want to make you feel excluded or uncomfortable.”

“Hm-hm,” Rex hums, fingers tightening on your hips. You can feel his cock growing hard beneath you, you can see the way his eyes get darker. His beard scratches against your skin when he sits up to kiss your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You hiss when your clit rubs against the velvet of his hardening cock and Rex chuckles before he sinks back once more.

“Whatever you want to do is fine,” he says. “You can invite Wolffe, you can let him think it was his idea - he’d probably enjoy that. Wolffe is… a little peculiar. I think you’d like him, like him a lot even. You’d like fucking him, too.”

The heat in your belly grows at Rex talking so casually about this even while his cock drags through your slick pussy, even as he stares at you hungrily as if he wants to devour you whole. His rough hands slide along your smooth skin, playing with your tits until your nipples are almost painfully hard while you continue grinding against him, your slick drenching his cock.

“Maybe I’ll join in at some point, if you’re okay with that,” Rex muses. “I don’t- I’d like to watch. I know Wolffe won’t mind that, would you?”

“Gods no,” you whisper, moaning when you bend down to kiss him, and his cock drags against your clit. “No, I wouldn’t mind that at all, Captain.”

Rex shudders and chuckles into your kiss.

“You filthy girl, you wanna get fucked by two old men, hm? Want me to watch how well you take my vod’s cock?”

“Stars, fuck Rex,” you whimper. “You can’t just say that to me.”

“Why not?” he teases. “You were teasing me for so long before we got together, don’t I deserve the right to tease back?”

“Hm,” you sigh, the sound coming out more breathless than you intended to. You rock down harder, circling your hips against Rex’s, your movements growing more desperate as pleasure starts building in your belly.

“Do you want to talk to Wolffe, sweet girl? You wanna ask him if he wants to fill your pretty pussy like I do? You wanna tell him how much you’d enjoy that?” Rex’s eyes are dark and looking at you so intently that there is no doubt he wants this just as much as you do. His fingers slip inside you with ease, just two of them, the stretch nothing compared to his cock, but still so good.

“Yes,” you whine, fingers flexing against Rex’s broad chest as you grind down, rubbing your clit against his cock as his fingers fuck into your soaking cunt at a languid pace. “Fuck, yes I do.”

“Then come for me,” Rex commands. “Let me feel how tight you can squeeze, and let me fill you later before you go talk to him. I want you to feel me still inside you when he agrees to ruin you.”

“Fuck!” you cry out, your orgasm a sudden and wild gust of pleasure that makes you tingle from head to toe as your cunt flutters around his fingers, your clit pressed against Rex’s cock, drenching him in your release. He chuckles, astonishment in his eyes.

“Oh, mesh’la,” he whispers, pulling his fingers from your sensitive pussy. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it… didn’t think you could come like that, but you really want this, don’t you?”

Your chest is still heaving, you are flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat as you look down at Rex before you press your lips to his.

“Fuck yes I do,” you murmur into his mouth. “Both of you, one of you, just so long as you are here for me.”

“I’ll always be here for you,” Rex whispers back, rubbing his beard against your cheek, rough fingertips running down your spine until you shiver. You melt under his touch and let yourself sag into him for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his fingers dancing over your skin, his belly resting against yours.

“Now,” you finally say and straighten back up to climb off of him and lay between his thick thighs, your mouth watering at the delicious sight of his leaking cock still covered in your own cum. “Let me take care of you, Captain?”

Rex groans and lets his head fall back when you take him into your mouth. Oh yeah, you think. Yeah, this will be fun. Now you just have to talk to Wolffe.

***

The meeting has been going on for hours - it was not scheduled to be that long, but turns out that reorganising all of the shipping routes to an entire system takes longer than anyone had anticipated. Finally, an unsatisfactory ending is called - the discussions and negotiations will continue tomorrow (and probably the day after that). As the other people slowly file out of the room, you stay to clean up a bit. Somebody’s got to do it, and while there are droids on this base, most of them are not cleared to be in here, even now that the war is over.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?”

A gruff voice interrupts your actions when you bend down to pick up a discarded cup. You twist around, still bent over, and are faced with Wolffe who is staring at your face just a little too intently to distract from the fact his eyes were laser-focused on your ass just a second ago.

“Cleaning up,” you shrug. “I don’t like leaving things messy.”

You straighten up and turn around. Wolffe is suddenly closer than you had anticipated, his cybernetic eye whirring as he looks you up and down.

“Hmm, from what I hear, there are some aspects where you quite enjoy getting messy, little one,” he murmurs and you blush, your breath halting.

You know Rex said they shared almost everything, and you have already given him the all-clear to talk with Wolffe about your relationship. He needs someone to talk to, you know that, and you don’t mind. Especially after that last comment he made earlier this week about Wolffe joining you don’t think them talking about you is a bad thing at all, but… hearing Wolffe’s gruff voice say those words out loud makes you tingle.

“Oh yeah?” you smirk when you get your bearings, stepping even closer to him and running your finger up his muscular chest. “What have you heard… Commander?”

“So far Rex has held back, ever the gentleman… my little brother. Doesn't like to talk to me about you that much, but here and there he lets things slip... He's such a nice man, don't you agree?" Wolffe pauses and his eye gets darker. "I wouldn’t be so nice to you, but from the way you’re looking at me right now I think you’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? Oh no, you want to be treated like the filthy whore you are.”

You choke a little - he meant it when he said he wouldn’t hold back. This went from 0 to 100 real quick - you can feel your cunt pulse at his words, arousal already gathering in your belly. Wolffe’s presence is intoxicating in a different way than Rex’s is, not the familiar and comforting warmth Rex seems to exude, but an all-consuming heat that swallows you whole and spits you back out.

“I know Rex would never call you that, he calls you his... his good girl,” Wolffe continues and runs his finger along your cheek, tapping his thumb against your lips until you open up. “But you like this just as much, don’t you?”

You can’t answer, too preoccupied with the feeling of his rough thumb exploring your mouth, with the wetness that grows between your legs.

“Yeah, you’ll be good for me too,” Wolffe mumbles, pressing his thumb down against your tongue. “My good little whore.”

Your brain stops for a second before you catch yourself and let his finger slip out of your mouth to press closer to his body, your hand wrapping around his thick biceps as you blink innocently up at Wolffe.

"Hmm, is that what you're going to do, Commander? You're gonna fuck me like a whore?"

Wolffe growls - honest to the Maker growls - and steps back.

"Oh, you need it bad, don't you? You're fucking begging for it. But all in good time, sweetheart, don't you want to get Rex'ika's permission first?"

You follow his steps, one smooth flow of your limbs before your tits are pressed against his chest, his arms automatically sneaking around you, hands resting just above the swell of your ass as you look up at him.

"Oh Wolffe, baby," you coo and press a kiss into his beard. "I already have that."

His composure slips, just for a second - he closes his eyes and inhales deeply, his fingers flexing against your backside. The growing hardness of his cock against your hip makes you ache, ache to sink to your knees in front of him and let him take what he wants - what he needs - but even though you have Rex's permission, you also promised him something and you cannot break that vow.

"He wants to watch, though," you add and Wolffe's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline.

"Wants to watch," he mutters. "Just like we did way back on-"

"Way back on what?" you ask sweetly, fingers tracing the soft outline of his beard when Wolffe suddenly breaks off.

"Doesn't matter. That was a long time ago, and we are right here, right now... with you. Let's go."

Your movements halt, you didn't think-

"Wait, you mean right now?"

"Of course right now," Wolffe growls. "You don't get to tease me like that without punishment, sweetheart. I would've fucked you right here, right now- bent you over the goddamn holotable with your legs spread wide and that perfect ass on display for me, but you say Rex'ika wants to watch, so… Let's fucking go."

He takes your arm, not so rough it hurts, but enough that you can feel the urgency, the desperation ooze from him. You stumble after him through the halls, towards Rex's quarters and you pray to the Gods that he is there. Your panties are soaked through and if Wolffe's heated looks back at you are any indication, you are sure the Commander is still rock-hard and aching just as much for this as you are. Wolffe pounds on the door and when it slides open a few seconds later, you exhale shakily - whether out of relief or anxiety, you are not quite sure.

Rex stands in the doorway, beard trimmer in hand, a towel hanging low on his hips, and his chest bare. The fire Wolffe ignited in you burns brighter at the sight of your... well. What is he, exactly? He is Rex, your Rex, white beard, lines on his beautiful face, belly, and all. You squirm free from Wolffe's grasp to surge towards Rex, pressing up against him, his mouth immediately finding yours before he even asks what is going on.

"Baby," you whine. "Baby, I missed you."

"You saw me this morning, pretty girl," Rex chuckles. "I was here the whole time."

"I know," you breathe. "It's not the same without you. The meetings were boring, I missed you, missed feeling you against me."

Wolffe huffs in annoyance behind you and you can feel Rex's eyes leave you to look at his older brother.

"Me'bana, vod? Tion'jor gar'olar?"

"She said I had your permission," Wolffe grumbles.

"My permission?" The confusion in Rex's voice is palpable. "You always have my permission to come here, you know that. What's mine is yours-"

And then you can feel the credit drop, Rex’s hands gripping you tighter as he realises why Wolffe is here.

"You don’t mean my permission to come here-"

"No," Wolffe sighs, stepping closer to sneak his hand around your waist and pull you back against him. "Duum par gan'an gar cyar'ika."

"Oh," Rex breathes and stares back at you, his eyes dark. You watch the exchange with wide eyes - Mando'a is not exactly your forte. You wonder what they are saying.

"Kaysh tiona gar su? Ti’miite?" Rex pushes and Wolffe shrugs. Rex huffs and turns to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Do you want Wolffe to fuck you, sweet girl?"

The question knocks the breath out of you - the way Rex says it without judgement, without jealousy, just pure concern and care for you. You press your face into Rex's chest, Wolffe's hands loosening their grip as you strain against his arms.

"Hm-hm," you mumble, but Rex shakes his head.

"I need to hear you say it, mesh'la. Same rules still apply."

"Yes, Captain," you say quietly. Wolffe's fingers dig into your waist when you use Rex's title and you shiver before you go on, your voice hoarse but firm. "I want Wolffe to fuck me."

"Good girl," Rex answers and presses a quick kiss to your lips. "Always so good for me. If you want this, I need you to behave for my vod, understood?"

Your whole body is tingling when Rex pulls at you, Wolffe still plastered to your backside as you stumble into Rex's rooms, pressed between two large, broad bodies.

"Yes, Captain."

"Hmm," Wolffe grunts, his hands sliding up and down your body, tapping your thighs, ghosting over your tits. "Gar ba'juri kaysh pirusti."

"Praise her in a language she understands," Rex grumbles. "I think she'd like to hear you say it. Can't take credit for her behaviour, she does that all on her own, don't you, mesh'la? You want to be good for me."

"For you, always," you answer breathlessly, and Rex's chest shakes against yours when he chuckles.

"You're gonna make it harder for Wolffe to get you to behave than you do for me?"

You lean closer to Rex's ear, ghosting your tongue along the border of his beard and finally kissing the shell of his ear.

"I think he likes it when I talk back," you whisper and Rex shivers.

"You're perfect, cyar'ika, I hope you know that," he mumbles. He kisses you again, tongue slipping into your mouth and playing with yours until your head is swimming and you whine with need. Wolffe is pressing into your back, his hard cock nestled against your ass, his hands exploring your body as if he has all the time in the world while Rex takes what's his. Finally, Rex steps back.

"If you're ready, mesh'la…" he looks at you questioningly and you nod. Rex swipes his thumb over your lips and falls back into his nearby seat, legs spread so wide the towel nearly slips from him, his cock straining against the thin material. Rex looks at Wolffe when he speaks again. "An'gar, ori'vod."

"Vor entye, vod," Wolffe says, and for just a moment, his voice is soft and sweet and so familiar he sounds like Rex. He nods to you. "Bal gar, cyare."

You smile noncommittally at him when Rex's voice resounds from behind you.

"He thanked you, cyar'ika. What do you say when you are praised?"

"Thank you, Cap- Commander," you whisper and Wolffe smirks.

"And you said you didn't train her well, Rex'ika. Take credit where credit is due, vod."

Rex grumbles something you don't understand. You giggle at their grumpiness - old men, the both of them. A hand closes around your throat, and you automatically stand up straighter when Wolffe turns you around to face him. His hand remains where it is, pressing lightly against your throat, so he can feel when you swallow. He steps closer, so close you can feel the heat radiating off of him and his cock presses against your hip when he bends down, his breath ghosting over your face.

"You alright with kissing me, sweetheart?"

You nod, then catch yourself.

"Yes, Commander."

Wolffe's grin bares his teeth, and maybe it's just your imagination, but his teeth seem sharper than Rex's somehow, pointier, more dangerous. His hands slip down to your ass, grabbing at you as he surges forward and presses his lips against yours. There is no fight - Wolffe takes and takes, and you give willingly, give him whatever he wants - whatever he needs. His tongue is hot inside your mouth and his fingers dig harshly into your skin as you stumble backwards until you are pressed up against the wall, Wolffe's thick thigh slotted between your legs. You vaguely hear Rex shifting in his seat and your eyes wander over to him before Wolffe's lips leave yours and his sharp teeth nip at your jaw.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart. You may be Rex's cyar'ika, but tonight you follow my orders and my orders only." His fingers wander along your sides and slip down to press between your legs, your slick drenching the fabric. Wolffe groans and pulls at the fabric. "So wet for me already, are you really that excited, hm? You're fucking desperate, begging for an old man to fuck you because you just can't get it right by yourself… No, you need me to take care of you, need my vod'ika because your little fingers just aren't enough. You want to be stretched out, you want to feel the burn when you sit the next morning, still fucking cockdumb from riding me, don't you, sweetheart?"

You stare at him wide-eyed, your heart pounding in your chest and your blood rushing so loudly in your ears you can barely hear him.

"Answer him, mesh'la," Rex's soft but stern voice demands. You turn your head to look over to him, but Wolffe's hand closes around your jaw and forces you to look at him instead, his heterochrome eyes meeting yours. Fresh desire erupts in your stomach when you see the way he is looking at you – pure, unbridled lust and behind it all, a hint of affection you did not expect.

"Yes, Commander," you press out.

"Yes what? I'm going to need you to be a little more specific, sweetheart. Tell me what you want me to do to you and I'll reward you, baby girl."

You shudder at the nickname and Wolffe grins his obnoxious smile, the one that usually makes you want to punch him, but you are too distracted by his fingers pressing into your soaking cunt to care.

"Hmm she liked that name, vod'ika. Maybe you should steal it for next time you fuck her, I think she creamed her pretty little panties just from hearing that."

Rex grunts something you don't catch in the haze that has fogged up your brain.

"So?" Wolffe asks and looks at you expectantly. Your brain is blank and you just stare back, mouth slightly agape, your lips bruised and red from his kisses. Wolffe turns back to Rex, a toothy smile on his face that reminds you of a predator about to deliver a deadly blow to his prey.

"Look at your girl, Rex. She's already gone all cockdumb for me and I haven't even given her anything yet. She always like this?"

"Hmm, she's very good usually," Rex drawls. "You just have to coax it out of her. Osik, you should feel how good her lips feel wrapped around your cock. She’s fucking amazing, and she tries so hard to fit it all into her little mouth, so eager to please, so desperate to be filled."

Wolffe turns back to you, the dizziness from his kisses slowly subsiding in favour of a deep pleasurable burn in your belly as you listen to Rex’s praises. You smile back at Wolffe when he grins.

"That true, sweetheart? You just want to stop thinking and get that pretty mouth stuffed with my cock?"

And just like that you lose your mind all over again.

"Yes, Commander," you say weakly, your knees nearly buckling at his words, cunt flooding with fresh arousal.

"Go on, tell me what else you need, baby girl," Wolffe encourages you. He runs his fingers down your sides, grabbing at your ass, mouthing at your tits through the thin fabric of your shirt. "Tell me how much you like this, what a good fucking whore you are. Let me hear it all, sweetheart."

"Fuck," you pant and try to collect your last remaining braincells. "Wolffe, I- I want you to fill me, want to feel the weight of your cock on my tongue and know how you taste, want you to fuck me until I'm dripping with y-you, until I... until I can't even think anymore."

"Quite the talker, once you get going, aren't you?" Wolffe smirks, but you can see how blown-out his pupils are, you can feel his heart beating rapidly against your own chest. You know this affects him too, even if his voice is calm when he speaks again. "Undress, sweetheart. Right now. I want to feel that mouth Rex praised so kriffing much, and I want to see those perfect tits while I fuck your mouth."

You scramble to get undressed when Wolffe steps to the side and your eyes land on Rex, his legs still spread wide, one hand wrapped around his thick cock as he languidly strokes himself.

"Oh," you whisper, your knees going weak at the sight of him, at the droplet of precum at the tip of his cock and the splatter of white hair that leads down from his belly button. You want to lick it, taste him and make him feel good, but tonight is about Wolffe.

"You got me so hard, princess," Rex rasps. "I had to. You're gonna look so beautiful on your knees, your mouth stuffed full with my vod’s cock."

"She sure will," Wolffe grunts, tapping at your waistband. "That too... princess."

You undress in a trance, eyes glued to where Rex's hand wraps around his cock, to the white hair at the base - because you know how it feels when he is inside you, you know how it tickles and how soaked it gets when you come around him.

"Go on then," Wolffe's gruff voice commands you and your head snaps back to look at him. He shrugs. "Kiss him before you surrender your mouth to me to use for my pleasure. I know you want to."

You stumble over to Rex, sinking to your knees between his legs as he bends down and kisses you. His beard is soft but wiry against your cheek and his lips feel so good on yours that you think you could lose yourself forever in this moment.

"Can I?" you ask breathlessly when Rex pulls back, your hand sneaking up his thigh to lay over his bigger one as he strokes himself. Rex chokes a little but shakes his head.

"Oh no, mesh'la, I'm not- if I let you put your mouth on me, I'll never let you go. I'll be just fine here, watching you, sweet girl. Go... go to Wolffe, show him how good you can be."

You smile and press a soft kiss to Rex's thigh. A tremble runs through his muscles, and he groans quietly. It takes all your strength not to ignore his orders and just... let your tongue dart out, let yourself have a taste, just a taste, just a little - no, you can't. And so, you get up and turn to Wolffe who watches with a strange look in his eye. He has undressed in the meantime, and you can practically feel yourself salivating as you look him up and down. Rex is perfect just the way he is - thick muscles covered with a layer of fat that comes with age, broad strength decked out in softness. But Wolffe, Wolffe has retained all of his former glory, muscles still just as defined as they must have been all those years ago, arms bulging and legs as thick as kriffing tree trunks. Fuck, these men are going to be the death of you.

"On your knees," Wolffe growls. Your knees give out even without your permission - his voice makes you want to obey his every word. You place your hands on your thighs, palms open, and look up at him.

"Open your mouth, tongue out, princess," Wolffe orders and smiles when you follow his instructions. "Good girl. I can see why Rex likes you so much."

"Not only because of that," Rex chimes in, his voice soft, and Wolffe chuckles.

"Oh, I'm sure her pussy feels amazing too, all wet and tight and warm, can't wait to fucking ruin her-"

"Gar kar'tayli ibac nayc ner miit," Rex grumbles and Wolffe laughs.

"Ni kar'tayli, udesii, vod'ika."

You can't help but smile at the exchange even though you don't know what they are saying - they are so comfortable with each other, their banter so easy, years and years of practice and countless battles survived.

"Ni copaani pehir lo kaysh uram," Wolffe says, and his voice is suddenly dark and laced with something you can't quite put your finger on. "Ibac jate par'gar?"

"Meh par kaysh," Rex says after considering for one second and you tilt your head in question when Wolffe stares down at you.

"You'll take whatever I give you, won't you, sweetheart?" he asks, and you nod eagerly. You want to taste him, to-

Wolffe bends down and in a split-second of confusion, you wonder if he'll kiss you before he slips his cock between your waiting lips and tries to close your mouth, but Wolffe's hand grips your jaw tight and then - he spits into your mouth. Your eyes go wide, and you don't know how to react, but your body responds on its own accord, new slick flooding your cunt as arousal makes your spine tingle. A raw moan escapes you when Wolffe lets go of your jaw.

"Swallow," he says quietly, the commanding edge to his tone in no way lessened by the volume of his voice. You shudder and swallow thickly, Wolffe's watchful eyes glued to your throat as you do.

"Good fucking girl," he mumbles. "Did you like this? You like being used by me, proving that your body belongs to me… for now?"

"Yes, Commander," you answer, a little too quickly, and Wolffe chuckles.

"Of course you did. A perfect little whore, so good for me, you really will take anything I give you."

Your gaze flickers over to Rex who watches with dark eyes, his hand moving up and down his cock a little faster, his chest heaving with breaths and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Open up for me again, sweetheart," Wolffe rasps and then finally, you get to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue. He feels the same as Rex in so many ways, the stretch of him, the way he bumps against the back of your throat. And still, he feels completely different, in the way he doesn't pull back when you gag slightly, and he tastes so different from what you have come to know. You are fascinated, your tongue exploring Wolffe's cock eagerly, licking what you can reach before you pull back to close your lips around his head and suck.

"Kyor'la haran, cyare," Wolffe spits. His hand grips your hair to hold you steady as he pushes deeper into your mouth. You press your tongue to the underside of his cock, feeling the ridges and veins, making your mouth feel even tighter for him even as your eyes start to water.

"Nar dral'shya, just a little more, relax your throat for me," Wolffe mumbles. "Come on, make me proud, make Rex proud, I know you can do it."

You take a deep breath and steady yourself as he presses on. Finally, your nose is nestled against the soft hair at the base of his cock. Wolffe is thick and heavy in your mouth, velvety-hard with a taste so different from Rex.

"Very good, mesh'la," Rex coos from behind you, and the pride in his voice warms your face. You look up at Wolffe who is staring down at you with his eyebrows drawn together.

"Relax for me. If it gets too much you tap my thigh twice," he instructs you and gives you a second to nod and adjust before he starts thrusting into your mouth. Strong fingers grip your skull to hold you still. The feeling of him using you like this as Rex looks on makes the fire in your belly burn hotter, your skin prickling under Rex's watchful eyes. Your lips stretch obscenely around Wolffe's cock, and you can feel your spit dripping down on your tits. It’s filthy and debauched and absolutely fucking delicious. The whole world is filled by your pleasure, and your pleasure is what you can give Wolffe. And Wolffe talks, filth pouring from his mouth like he has been holding back the words for months on end.

"So good for me, for both of us, letting Rex'ika watch how his girl gets fucked by his vod... Because this is where you want to be, sweetheart, isn't it? On your knees in front of me, my cock shoved so deep inside your mouth that you don't have to think anymore, not about anything else but not choking on me - nothing else but breathing steady while I use you like the good fucking whore you are for me."

Wolffe's thrusts are precise, always stopping just short of where you know you would gag, but you can feel him probing how far he can go, stretching your limits slowly but surely. "Yeah, just like that, you love that feeling, don't you? Mouth stuffed full with a fat cock, your knees aching from submitting to me, you fucking need this. I can see the way you look at me - how you looked at Rex, too, how much you let your eyes drift all those months. Never to those young rebels, never to those your own age, but always to him, to me, to us, you knew... you knew we could make it so good for you, you wanted this, you know what you were getting yourself into. You wanted us, old fucking men because you love this, you filthy girl… Love the grit and the fucking thrill of it, letting yourself get ruined by us, your tits, your perfect ass, they’re all for us, so smooth and soft and warm…"

Wolffe pulls back to let you breathe for a second. You inhale deeply, inhale- exhale- inhale- exhale, before you open your mouth for him again, waiting until he leans forward and taps your lips with his spit-slick cock. Your tongue darts out to lick at his slit. Wolffe curses and pushes back inside your waiting mouth.

"Haar'chak, so fucking good," Wolffe growls, his voice no more than a low rumble. "Look so sweet with your lips wrapped around me and those innocent fucking eyes even while I ruin you, wanna see if you still look so fucking innocent with my cum dripping down your face-"

A rush makes you forget your composure and you choke, throat locking up before Wolffe pulls back. He looks down at you, a strange mix of disappointment and pride on his face.

"What's the matter, baby girl? You don't want that? Do you want me to come on your tits instead? Maker, Rex, look how they fucking bounce when she moves, and that ass, Maker - that fucking ass, I want to bury myself in it..."

The world fades away as you imagine it, riding Rex with his face buried between your tits while Wolffe stretches you open from behind until he can fill you too. Their deep voices rumbling praises, how good you are, taking both of them, how sweet and tight…

"I'd love nothing more," you hear yourself say before you can think twice. You are met with incredulous stares from two pairs of eyes.

"You'd let me?" Wolffe finally says and you shrug, wiping your spit from your chin and sitting up straighter.

"I don't see why not... if Rex doesn't mind."

"Mind?" Rex chimes in, leaning forward in his seat, his hand still wrapped around his leaking cock. You can tell how close he was from the tension in his limbs, from the swollen head of his cock. You lick your lips as Rex stares at you. "No, cyar'ika, I don't mind. I'd love to... love to watch."

"Watch?" you ask and shuffle closer to Rex on your knees, placing your hands on his large thighs as you sit between his legs. "I was thinking more of a... participating situation."

Rex chokes a little and you hear a groan from Wolffe behind you.

"You want us both?"

"At the same time?"

You don't know which one of them says what, but it doesn't matter, because you nod Yes to both of their questions.

"Hm-hm. I'd love to try."

"Maker, what did I do to deserve you?" Rex asks and leans forward to kiss you, tongue licking into your mouth with a hunger you've never quite experienced before.

"Have you ever taken a cock in your ass?" Wolffe asks and Rex cringes away from you at the crudeness of the words.

"Vod! Iba'osik'la tionas," he grumbles. You blush.

"No," you admit shyly. "I have some... toys. But I've never tried them with anyone else. Or tried to take… well."

There is shuffling behind you and then you feel Wolffe's broad frame wrap around you when he kneels down and presses against your back.

"Let me stretch you open," he mumbles and it sounds almost like a plea. "I want to be the first, I want to be... I want to be the one to completely ruin you, stretch your beautiful ass open on my cock."

You don't answer straight away, instead you look up at Rex with a silent question written in your eyes. Are you okay with this? When Rex inclines his head ever so slightly, you have your answer.

"Please, Commander," you whisper. "I'm all yours."

Rex puts his hand on your cheek and you smile up at him.

"You're perfect," Rex whispers. "Kandosii'la, so good for us."

His cock is right in front of you as you kneel between his muscular thighs, and he is so hard you know he has to be aching for release, his cock weeping precum even though his hand stays completely still.

"Captain," you mutter. "Oh, Captain… Rex, baby. Will you let me suck you off while Wolffe opens me up? I wanna taste you, make you come in my mouth, please?"

Rex groans when your tongue flicks out to lick at the head of his cock. His leg trembles and pride blooms in your chest. It is you who can make him come undone like this, just you and your tongue.

"Sirbu elek, vod'ika," Wolffe grunts from behind you. "Dinui kaysh mayen sur'ar'bat vaal ni tenni’kaysh."

"Go ahead, then, princess," Rex whispers. "Go ahead, show me how well you suck my cock. Let me hear those pretty sounds you make while Wolffe stretches you, fills your ass like I fill your mouth. You'll look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock and Wolffe fucking you, so good for us."

You shiver – Rex has never held back, but Wolffe’s presence seems to bring out new dimensions of filthy descriptions. Wolffe spits and you can feel his saliva running down your back before he slides his thumb along the wet path. The thick pad of his finger nudges against your hole and a tremor runs down your spine.

"Focus on Rex, sweetheart," Wolffe rasps. "Make him feel good, I'll be careful. Tell me if it gets too much, but... haar'chak, wanna see how you stretch around me as I open you up, you'll look so pretty - such a good little whore letting me use her, fuck her open with my fingers even while you suck Rex off. You want my mouth too?"

Before you can answer, Rex shakes his head.

"Ashi ca'nara, vod. Don't overwhelm her."

"Hmph." You feel Wolffe's breath fanning across your arched back. He plants little kisses down your spine, a surprisingly sweet gesture that distracts you from Rex until the man in front of you traces your lips with his finger.

"You asked to do something, princess, you gonna make good on that?"

"Sorry, Cap-," you gasp, right when Wolffe carefully pushes his finger inside you. Your cunt pulses around nothing, the sensation of fullness so different from how it usually feels.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart," Rex whispers. "Let Wolffe work on you, just relax... Relax, and be a good girl for me. Focus on me."

You lean forward, arching your back even more, and hear Wolffe curse behind you when his finger slips deeper into your ass. You take a shuddering breath, and lick a broad stripe up Rex's cock. He sighs and lets his head fall back.

"There we go, just focus on me, mesh'la."

Your tongue darts out to lick at his head before you take him into your mouth, gently sucking, then letting him slide deeper. Rex tenses and you can feel him willing himself to hold on a while longer. You focus on his breaths, on the way his belly rises and falls as you lick and suck and kiss whatever you can reach. Rex's hand rests loosely in your hair, but aside from quiet groans and sighs, he does not speak, which makes the sounds his cock produces as it slides in and out of your mouth even more lewd.

"Look at you," Wolffe drawls behind you. He spits again, pulling his finger from you to spread his saliva before he pushes back inside. "On your knees with my fingers up your ass and your mouth full of my vod's cock. You're happy like this, aren't you?"

You can't answer, too preoccupied with the feeling of Rex's thick cock inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around him until Rex groans. Wolffe chuckles, then huffs in frustration.

"My spit is not gonna be enough, baby girl, you're so fucking tight. Such a pretty ass, but I'll never be able to fit my cock in there."

You pull off of Rex with a wet pop and twist around to stare at Wolffe whose eyes are fixed on your spread ass cheeks. You wipe your mouth.

"Use your cum," you suggest, only the slightest tremble in your voice betraying the arousal that makes your brain fuzzy.

"What?" Both of them ask at the same time and you have to suppress a giggle.

"Use your cum to open me up, Commander."

"Kyor'la haran, woman, you're gonna be the death of me," Wolffe mumbles, but he shuffles closer, his hand sneaking to your front to swipe through your dripping cunt and collect your slick. "Fuck, your pussy feels so good, sweetheart… So fucking wet for me., I’ll have to taste you later."

"Hmm, all for you," you whisper even as you're staring up at Rex who grins at you. You can hear the wet slide of skin against skin as Wolffe pumps himself behind you, using your slick as lube, before he nestles his cock between your cheeks. You blush as he starts thrusting, his cock dragging through the valley of your ass cheeks, spreading the slick from your cunt as Wolffe fucks into his own hand. You give yourself a few seconds to get used to the feeling before you wrap your lips around Rex's cock again.

"Fuck, that feels good," Wolffe grunts behind you. "Can't even imagine how good your ass will feel around me - gonna be a tight fucking fit, but I'm gonna stretch you out, baby girl. You're gonna take me so easily when I'm done with you..."

You hum around Rex's cock and a tremor runs through his thigh, the muscle rippling underneath your hand. You hum again and Rex's grip grows tighter.

"I'm gonna come," he warns you, "I'm gonna come if you do that again, you feel so fucking good - your mouth is so perfect, so warm and wet and tight - a-almost as good as your perfect little pussy."

You pull back to kiss the swollen tip of his cock and blink up at him.

"Thank you, Captain."

Rex groans and pulls you back down. You relax your throat and lean forward, letting him slip past the barrier of your throat - and then you swallow. Rex's leg jumps and you can see the muscles in his stomach tighten, his hands pulling at your hair before his hot, salty release floods your mouth. Even as you swallow it all down, you can feel Wolffe's thrusts behind you getting sloppier, his rhythm faltering. You lick your lips and kiss Rex's inner thigh before you push your hips back and twist around to look at Wolffe. He is rutting desperately against you, one hand splayed on your lower back, the other gripping the base of his cock as it slides between your slicked up cheeks.

"Come for me, Commander," you mutter. "Come for me so you can fuck me properly, fill my ass with your fat cock, you know I need it-"

"Haar'chak," Wolffe grits out and it only takes one more thrust before his hot release pearls down your back and trickles down your ass. The feeling of it is strange but not unwelcome, and the little rush of power you get from making Wolffe come with your words only serves to intensify your high. Wolffe sags a little, sweat shining on his forehead as he smirks at you, baring his teeth and letting out a howl. You giggle, then get distracted when he drags his fingers through his cum on your back, eyes fixed on your hole as he pushes his slicked-up thumb back inside you.

"Hmm," you hum, cunt pulsing with need.

"That feel good, princess?" Rex asks, leaning forward in his chair. You rest your cheek on his thigh and grind your hips back into Wolffe's rough hands. Rex’s fingers wrap around your wrist, tracing slow circles that distract you from the slight burn when Wolffe adds a second finger.

"Feels good," you confirm and Wolffe chuckles.

"Oh, we're gonna have a lot of fun together, sweetheart."

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Mando'a translations

Me'bana, vod? Tion'jor gar'olar – What’s up, brother? Why are you here? Duum par gan'an gar cyar'ika – Permission to fuck (have) your girl Kaysh tiona gar su? Ti’miite? – Did you ask her yet? Using (with) words? Gar ba'juri kaysh pirusti – You trained (educated) her well. An’gar, ori’vod – All yours, [older] brother. Vor entye, vod. Bal gar, cyare – Thank you, brother. And you, sweetheart. vod’ika – little brother Gar kar'tayli ibac nayc ner miit – You know that’s not what I meant (you know those are not my words) Ni kar'tayli, udesii, vod'ika – I know, relax, little brother. Ni copaani pehir lo kaysh uram. Ibac jate par'gar? – I want to spit in her mouth. Are you alright with that (is that good for you)? Meh par kaysh. – If it is for her. Kyor'la haran, cyare – Fucking (rotten) hell, sweetheart! Nar dral'shya – Try harder Vod! Iba'osik'la tionas – Brother! That’s a fucking rude question. Kandosii'la – Amazing Sirbu elek, vod'ika. Dinui kaysh mayen sur'ar'bat vaal ni tenni’kaysh. – Say yes, little brother. Give her something else to focus on while I open her up. Ashi ca'nara, vod. – Another time, brother.

cyar'ika - darling cyare - sweetheart, love (petname) mesh'la - beautiful vod - brother ori'vod - older brother vod'ika - little brother Rex'ika - diminutive of Rex's name

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(throws this filth out into the galaxy and leaves)

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[just-another-author-i-guess]

The unholy

Also posted on my wattpad account; diontanysus

Warnings: she/her pronounced reader, I think I accidentally gave Jungkook a choking kink ups, needles and stuff, don’t read if you don’t like needles, more making out, everyone’s still horny idk what to tell you, y/n is bi bc I make the rules, dry humping? Almost prison sex?? Also I did not edit it through bc I’m tired

Pairing: bts ot7 x reader, nun! reader, princess! reader, vampire! Jin x reader, hybrid! Namjoon x reader, hybrid! Yoongi x reader, vampire! Hoseok x reader, vampire! Jimin x reader, hybrid! Taehyung x reader, hybrid! Jungkook x reader

Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 -

Author’s note: tw/mental health stuff: so after a long ass break (what has it been? Almost two years?) I sincerely apologize for not being active at all. My mental health has just continued to go downhill during the pandemic (I hope all of you are healthy and well!) but lately I’ve been gaining some motivation to write back. My mental illness has made me unable to actually enjoy any of my old hobbies so finally starting to enjoy writing again feels amazing. However, I’m really sorry to say that this series probably won’t be continued for that much longer bc tbh I have no idea where I’m going with it. I’ll try to update when I can, but don’t expect much haha. High school is extremely draining rn, I have sm homework I need to do. Also sorry for the short chapter- this has been in my drafts for like 2 years and I finally decided to finish it. Also I feel like I should apologize for not answering my dm’s. So to everyone who has sent me something I’ll start to look at it now that I’m back, I’m really sorry for the long waiting time <3 anyways, here’s the chapter I’ve been owing you guys for like forever. I hope you enjoy! (:

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The intensity in Jeongguk’s kiss was unreal, it was almost like he could swallow you whole through it. His hands had snaked out through the bars, wrapping around your smaller body and pulling you flush against them.

Strangely, Jeongguk was not cold like the rest of them, he seemed so warm and inviting, you couldn’t help but blindly obligate when he gently squeezed around your throat, positioning it how he wanted it.

Before long, his mouth started to slip from your mouth, parting with a sigh as he kissed down your cheek and neck, licking stripes as he went along.

When he found the spot he wanted, his grip around you neck tightened, cutting off enough air to have you slightly panting in his ear, as he began to encircle the spot with his tongue before sucking purple and blue bruises into your skin.

You couldn’t help but let out a small, shaky moan at the sensations Jeongguk’s mouth created on your skin, and it wasn’t long before you were desperately gripping his collar trying to pull him even closer, cursing the cool bars between you.

Jeongguk adjusted your head, a little more rough this time, his patience was running out and by now you could feel the two sharp fangs poking at your skin.

With a low whine, you turned your neck, blotting it even more for him, and you felt chills run through you as he deeply moaned into you neck.

“Shit,” he groaned, when your scent hit him, even stronger than before.

Without warning, he let his fangs sink into your skin, enjoying the small noises you made, as his one hand came down to grip at you hips, pressing them up against his own.

Blood flowed from your new wounds, painting his mouth, your clothes and your dress with crimson, as you felt him gulp it down, gripping you harder and harder with each gulp, as he began slowly rutting his hips forward and into yours.

The friction, made a shaky whine slip out of your lips, as he pressed you harder against the bars, thrusting harder forward as he drank, until his thrusts had become so violent that the whole cage he was trapped in began to rock along.

You felt his bulge grow harder and much larger than you would expect, as you felt yourself simultaneously grow hotter and fog began to clout your mind, as more and more blood left your body.

Your eyes slipped close, the warm feelings consuming you, as your lower half did it’s best to keep up with Jeongguk’s almost animalistic thrusts, when suddenly in the midsts of your euphoria the sound of a door being ripped open caught you ears, and Jeongguk tore his mouth from your neck, your body falling forwards and slumping against the bars.

“Jeongguk! Jeongguk, I swear if you just as much as touched her I will rip your fangs out a shove them up your ass-“ the gruff voice was cut off, as the person behind it came to a stop.

“Y-Yoongi hyung,” Jeongguk rasped, clutching your body, as you fought to stay awake just a little longer, blood leaking from your fresh bite wound in violent streams.

You were ripped from the warmth that was Jeongguk, colliding with a stone hard, cold chest. Even in your weak state, you struggled to get out of his grip, how his fingers tightened around your arms when the smell of blood and arousal hit his nose. His fingers were slender and his nails dug into your skin, carving out flesh and leaving moon-shaped nail prints behind.

He was cold and almost repellent, but he was still the one thing keeping you from tumbling to the floor, even when your legs gave out and you were just hanging loosely in his grip.

Once again your body had become that of a ragdoll, as your thought process slowed and you had to blink a couple of times to clear your head and vision, for the cloudiness creeping in the corners of it.

“As soon as we leave you alone! Unbelievable! Jin-hyung is gonna have a fucking aneurysm because of you!”

Jeongguk’s head bowed down, seemingly in false shame as his elder scolded him, becoming increasingly more worried as the situation got more time to sink in.

You know you should have been ashamed as well, throwing yourself at a man you barely met a couple hours ago, but still the only feeling you were able to dig up was annoyance.

Who was he, to stand there and scold Jeongguk? Acting so self righteous, like he wouldn’t do the same if he had the chance. It made you want to roll your eyes, like some spoiled teenager.

You noticed a chance in Yoongi’s grip, when he started to turn around, hoisting you up by holding you underneath your arms and legs, and even if you didn’t want to be picked up, you knew better than to struggle more in the cold vampires grip.

A chill shot through you, the feeling of being completely surrounded by his cold aura so much more different than the warm, almost sweet fragrance that Jeongguk carried around.

You looked back over his shoulder, as he started to walk, catching a glimpse of Jeongguk standing still pressed up against the cage. His head was hanging low, as if he was affected by the scolding, but his lips bore a smirk proving that he wasn’t. He was satiated. For now.

Your eyes locked with his, just as Yoongi slammed the door shut with the back of his foot, and continued up the stairs, carelessly holding you like you were a pillow, or something meant to toss around.

“I can walk,” Your mouth moved on it’s own accord, but you meant the words nonetheless.

To your surprise, Yoongi let out a snort. Apparently, your words were the funniest thing he had heard all day.

“The second I let you down, you’re gonna run right back down in that cellar,” he spoke calmly, but he had a way of pronouncing every word that made it clear he was angry with you still.

You furrowed your brows, angrily kicking your legs in the air, demanding to be let down.

“How could you possibly know that?” You huffed, as you struggled in his grip.

The corners of his mouth moved up, just the slightest, but enough for you to notice and question what exactly he found so funny about this whole situation.

He stopped walking, suddenly, making your head bump against his chest rather harshly.

“You have no idea how stupid you sound, do you?”

“What do you mean-“ your traitorous mouth, spoke up again, ignoring the fact that it was the sole reason you were landed in this mess to behind with.

He shot you a sharp glare, forcing you to stop mid sentence, as you looked up at him, expecting some kind of scolding, like the one he’d given Jeongguk.

“You have no idea how dangerous that situation was, stop thinking I just ruined your little romantic moment when I saved your life. If it weren’t for my interference, your head would be rolling around on the floor right now. Is that what you want, huh?”

Even though your mind actively fought against his words, you knew they were right.

What were you thinking?

If it weren’t for Jeongguk, and his stupidly enchanting voice you would never normally have gotten yourself into a situation like that. These creatures were so powerful, and yet you acted so carelessly around them.

“Are you going to stop fighting me now?” His voice was back to the tired, monotone state you had heard him speak in before.

It took you a minute or so, but finally you nodded and Yoongi let out a sigh, satisfied with his own doing.

He carried you through the halls of the castle, for what felt like forever. Your head lolled back into his chest as you let yourself relax, just taking in the magnificent interior of their home.

He finally stopped, when he was just outside the room you’d first met Jeongguk. Without lifting a single finger from you, he concentrated deeply on a little mark on the door. It looked to be scratched into the wood, probably by a knife, but the details in it was what really caught your attention.

It glowed a faint purple, letting you see all the small  intricate designs that adored it. You were surprised something so small could have so much detail, it would take someone with expert eyes to carve it. But then again, all the house residents seemed to inhabit some sort of magic. Their eyes probably worked a thousand times better than yours.

Suddenly the door flung open, making you jump a little in Yoongi’s grip. You looked up at him startled, noticing how his eyes glowed the same faint purple. You blinked to make sure what you saw was true, but as soon as your eyes opened again, the purple was gone and his irises was back to the same warm brown they had always been.

You looked at him intently, as he stepped into the room. You knew he could feel you looking at him but chose to ignore it, he probably knew you saw his eyes change color too. You wanted to ask into it more than anything, but your mouth was dry and you couldn’t find the right words. You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it again and decided to let the case rest until later.

You heard the door slam shut behind him as he gently dumped you on a hospital bed, standing in a corner of the room.

“And why exactly am I here?” You scoffed. “Am I going to take part in another messed up experiment?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Stop talking. It’s annoying.” He said, back turned to you as he fumbled with some glasses on a small table with wheels.

“Aw, Yoongi-hyung! Don’t be such a bore, tell this lovely little thing why she’s here. She’s just dying to know,” a voice came from behind you, you shrieked and swiftly turned around to face whoever was hiding in the shadows, almost falling off the side of the hospital bed in the process.

Yoongi hummed, still not turning around. “Oh. When did you get back, Jiminnie?” He said, trying to conceal how funny he found your scared shriek.

The so called Jiminnie, stepped out of the shadows, finally allowing you to see him in the industrial lights that was hanging in the ceiling.

Your mouth opened. He was absolutely gorgeous, they all were, but this one had an entirely new aura to him. His features were sharp, and slightly feline-like. He held his head high, making it seem like he was the most important person in the room (and he probably was) but also allowing you a good view of his sharp jawline. A jawline you could cut yourself on, you were sure. His hair, was what puzzled you the most. It fell just over his eyes, grazing his high cheekbones. It was longer in the front and shorter in the back, looking soft to the touch. If he shook his head, maybe you would be able to smell the hair rinse he used. But it was blonde l, unnaturally so. You could just barely see his dark roots. Never had you heard of extracting color from ones hair, not without magic at least. A flush rose to your cheeks, when you realized he must have been a very trained magician.

“Precisely an hour ago. The Darklands were nice, but when I heard about all the ruckus Jin-hyung had started I needed to see it for myself,” He stepped closer to you, you scooted back but he was quicker. With inhuman speed he grabbed your chin between his pointer and thumb, holding it with just enough force to let you know not to move.

He examined you closely, you stared back at him like a deer caught in headlights, taking mental notice of the blue and golden rings that swirled around inside his otherwise brown eyes. “He sure has taste, the old man. She’s pretty, but did she really cause such a big fuss? I can’t imagine something so fragile.. so cute, could do any harm? Hm?”

He looked at you as he spoke, but his words were directed at Yoongi. You furrowed your eyebrows, not quite fond of the way he treated you like some sort of animal.

You put your hand on his, noticing how it was cold like Yoongi’s. “Who even are you?” You said, eyeing him suspiciously. You tried to pry his hand off, but it didn’t budge. He watched you struggle for a bit, before chuckling and finally letting go.

“My apologies, darling. I’m Jimin, at your service,” he bowed deeply, almost mockingly, the wide grin never leaving his lips.

“U-uh, (y/n) at yours,” you said, not used to such formal greetings.

Jimin winked at you as he stood up, before walking over to Yoongi and slinging an arm around him.

Yoongi let out an irritated huff. “Watch it. I can’t get this stuff anywhere, it stains like crazy.”

Jimin tsk’d. “Yoongi-hyung. Always so serious,” he drawled, fake pouting. “

“Someone has to keep it together around here, Jin brings in one simple human and everyone loses their damn sanity. It’s like working with a bunch of children.. very stupid children,” you couldn’t help the pout that spread over your lips, when he referred to you as a “simple human”.

Jimin threw his head back in laughter, a rather lovely sound that made you think of strawberries and sweet tea on a hot summer day.

Yoongi turned around to face you, holding a vile of some strange looking purple-ish liquid. “It is actually good you’re here though, Jin-hyung asked me to conduct the experiment again when you came. And since you’re here, sit down, next to (y/n) and I’ll make this as quick as possible.”

Jimin hummed in agreement and sat down next to you, you felt the mattress dip slightly beneath him.

Yoongi reached behind him and grabbed a syringe, also filled with the purple liquid but something seemed slightly off about it. The syringe seemed to have a purple glow that the vile didn’t have, not to mention the blue ropes of whatever swirling around inside it.

You held your breath as he approached, eyes trained on the syringe. You closed your eyes tightly, as he approached you first, waiting to feel the pain of the syringe penetrating your skin.

When you felt the cold glass of the vile press against your lips, you let out a small relieved sigh. “Open.” Yoongi instructed, and you did as told.

The liquid inside was cold as well, it tasted a bit like candle wax but you swallowed it anyways, scrunching up your nose in the process.

You opened your eyes when you felt Yoongi move, removing the vile from you and moving on the Jimin. He was already holding his forearm out to Yoongi, having rolled up his white sleeve. You looked on curiously as Yoongi quickly stuck the needle into his skin, directly into a vein. Jimin tensed up, letting out a strained groan as the liquid filled his veins. He pressed a hand to his forearm, long nails digging into his own skin and leaving deep marks that would heal just a moment after.

“Don’t worry, doll-face. It doesn’t even hurt,” he grunted as Yoongi emptied the syringe and pulled it out.

Yoongi shook his head. “Don’t lie to yourself, Jiminnie. Here, drink this,” he said and handed Jimin your vile, barely any purple liquid left in it.

He quickly grabbed it and downed the rest, the unmistakeable clinking of sharp fangs against glass filled the room. He slurped loudly when the vile was empty and turned to you. His eyes were now almost consumed by the blue and gold, fangs protruding from his lip.

You felt a tingling sensation all around your body, your brain turned to static as you stared into the reflection of yourself in Jimin’s colorful eyes. You felt the hair on the back of your neck rise, you blinked a couple times but the world seemed to be in slow motion. You reached for Jimin, your hand feeling heavy just to lift.

“Do it. Now,” You faintly heard Yoongi in the background and suddenly Jimin was grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up on his lap. He tilted you backwards and used one of his hands to move your head to get as much access to your neck as he could.

You whined, not really sure if it was out of disagreement or contentment. You felt his cold breath on your neck, his wet tongue licking a long, thick stripe up your neck before his fangs graced your skin. He didn’t hesitate further, letting his fangs sink into your putty-like skin with a content moan.

He held you closely to him as you laid spread out over his lap, you closed your eyes as your head lolled back. You felt the blood pumping in your veins and leaving your body, you felt his icy hands grasping your side and your jaw.

A new, cold feeling spread from his fangs and through your body and suddenly your consciousness was back. You sat up a bit more, grasping his shoulders with a gasp as you felt the familiar pleasure of being bitten but just as you started to enjoy yourself, he pulled away with a long moan. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he dried the corners of his mouth with his sleeve.

“Hm, thank you, pretty one. You are absolutely exquisite,” he panted, looking down at you with doe eyes. They were back to their normal color, or what could be considered a normal color for a wizard-vampire creature you assumed.

You let out a disappointing huff, cheeks tinted red from the compliment. “Oh? Are you not satisfied, dear?” He asked smugly, a mischievous shine in his eyes.

“Oh no, she’s had more than enough already. You did well, Jimin.” Yoongi cut in, handing you a plate of clementines that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

You gingerly took the plate from him, immediately popping a slice of clementine in your mouth, smiling to yourself as the sweet juices filled your mouth.

Jimin hummed at Yoongi’s compliment and gently ushered you from his lap, onto the bed again.

“This is the first experiment that went genuinely well, or without our subject passing out,” Yoongi said, furiously writing down in a notebook.

“Oh?” Jimin said, quickly jumping off the bed and moving behind Yoongi to see his notes. He snorted, rather loudly. “Jeongguk almost ate her alive, I see. Rather bold of you to conduct an experiment with him in the first place,”

Yoongi elbowed him and swiftly closed the notebook. “Shut up.” He muttered.

You stared at the two as they bickered, Jimin catching your eyes and winking again. “Eat up, dearie. You need the strength,” he said in a singsong voice, fingers drumming on Yoongi’s shoulder.

You nodded, a little embarrassed at getting caught staring and went back to your clementines.

“So. Jimin is a warlock?”

“Mhm.” Namjoon nodded, eyes not leaving his book. The two of you were spread across a couch in front of the fireplace. You had been a bit weary about turning it on, fearing that it would somehow interfere wrongly with Namjoon’s icy body temperature but he assured you it made no different.

Your head was in his lap as you stared up at the backside of the book he was reading; Anatomicum: a guide to resurrection and the art of the human viscera.

“Actually, Jimin is older than a lot of us. On the inside at least, physically not so much,” Namjoon said, licking his finger as he turned a page. “He was one of Jin’s first experiments, of course with consent, he wanted to temper with warlock DNA and as you probably have noticed, Jimin is indeed also a creature of the night,” Namjoon smiled. “A vampire, as you put it.”

You snuggled further into his lap, your back completely turned to the hot fire. “Is Yoongi also one then? A warlock?” You mumbled tiredly, knowing Namjoon’s inhumanely good ears would pick up on it wether you spoke a bit quieter or not.

Namjoon opened his mouth, but closed it again. He let out a breath through his nose, before he spoke. “No. Yoongi is.. special in his own way.”

You huffed at his vague answer. “That certainly clears things up, thank you, Joon.” You said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Namjoon chuckled. “He will tell you, if you survive long enough that is.” He said jokingly, closing his book.

You shut up, almost banging your head on his book. “I’m so tired!” You whined. “No one here tells me anything! First I get kidnapped, then I get almost killed on multiple occasions, the least I deserve is an answer, don’t you think?!” You raised your voice as you spoke, dramatically throwing yourself across the couch, away from Namjoon.

“I-I get pushed around, I have no idea what’s going on, I’m hungry, I’m scared and every time one of you do something to me it’s my fault?! I can’t- I won’t just sit by forever while you conduct your vile experiments on me!” You felt the tears well up in your eyes, the more you thought about it, until you were violently sobbing.

You sat up and pulled your knees to your chest, burying your face in them in the process. Hot, warm tears streamed down your face as the reality finally sunk in.

Surely, you were gonna die here. You couldn’t even go back home with everyone thinking you killed the high priestess, but right now you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself under the covers of your bed back at the monastery. You missed your roommates too, they had been kind to you even though you initially had expressed no interest in the church.

You even missed your parents who sent you away to that awful monastery to begin with.

The thoughts only made you cry harder, until your body was shaking and you struggled to breathe. Your cheeks were red in embarrassment, but you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing over, your loud wailing echoing in the room.

He calmly looked on as you threw your fit. “Curious things, humans, aren’t they?” He said, mostly to himself. “Alright, ask me a question and I will answer as truthfully as I’m allowed.”

You sniffled, lifting your tear stained face from your knees. A bit of snot was hanging from your nose and quickly you wiped it away, an embarrassed laughed leaving your lips once you finally stopped crying.

“Well..” you pretended to think deeply for a moment. “I wanna know what Yoongi did to me down in the lap, it seems to be the first time my life having been hanging by a thread.” You said, wiping your eyes with your sleeves.

Namjoon smiled, dimples wide on display. “This, I can answer!” He clapped his hands together, excited to talk about his favorite subject; potions.

“I’m guessing Yoongi gave you the purple colored liquid?” Namjoon asked, tilting his head as he scooted closer to you.

You nodded, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

“Alright, well, I told you about the poisons, yeah? Of course I did. So, the purple liquid was actually another sample of Jeongguk’s venom, you know the one that makes you really tired? Yoongi probably mixed it with herbs, since the raw stuff would be way too strong for you, and that’s why it’s purple. The injections he gave Jimin, was simply to boost is fangs and blood hunger to make the experiment quicker. If I know Yoongi well, and I do, he probably gave Jimin a sample of the venom too, to see if it has any affects on the process-“

You put a gently hand on his cheek, cutting off his rambling. He looked at you, confused. “But why? What was the point of this experiment?” You asked, voice a bit raw from crying.

“Oh,” Namjoon chuckled. “You see, Jimin’s poison has a cancelling effect on other poisons, without other poisons in your system it could be extremely dangerous as it will also cancel out your blood flow amongst other things, but as a cure for a larger number of other poisons it works quite well. The experiment was simply to test if he could drain Jeongguk’s poison from you. It seems the experiment was quite successful,” he tilted his head. “How are you feeling?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning back on the couch as you tried to connect with your body. “Tired. But not in a poisonous way, I guess. Just tired as in its-late-and-I-should-sleep kinda way.”

“That’s good. Means Jin’s theory’s were right, they have never been wrong though. I mean, they are always mostly right,” he chuckled.

“Hm,” you hummed, leaning your head on his shoulder. You stayed like that, watching the fire with heavy eyelids, just enjoying the quiet.

You were almost asleep, when the door was swung open. Swift steps made their way over to the couch and you recognized a familiar smell of iron.

“Lady (y/n)!” Aera beamed, standing over you.

You sad up and looked around groggily, realizing that Namjoon was no longer with you but someone, you suspected him as the culprit, had placed a blanket over you.

“Ohh you look so cute when you’re tired! I could just about eat you whole!” She giggled and you looked at her startled, not quite sure if she was joking or not.

She pinched your red cheeks, running her other hand down your neck. “No time to sleep! The night is still young and you have a dinner to get ready for,” she said, tone slightly scolding.

In your tired state, you leaned your head on her hand, making her smile appear even wider. “Come now, plaything, we have much to do to get you looking presentable,” she teased and pulled you up by the hands, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Dinner?” You asked as she guided you our the doors of the library and down the hall.

“A dinner, yes! Ohh! I’m just so excited to see the other lords react to you, little bunny!” She giggled, taking quickly off down the hall with you safely fastened in her arms.

To be continued..

[stevenrogered]

After this discussion about Charithra hate, I did some digging... This fandom is intense. There's actually quite a bit of hate for both Simone & Charithra (which I do NOT & will NOT understand except it seems rooted in racism. This is why we can't have nice things) & some pretty disgusting comments about Jonny & his sexual orientation... I just can't.

It's a FICTIONAL show. None of these character's the actors are role playing are real. Of course they have to defend their character's positions & motivations. They're not going to critique the writing unless they want to be unemployed. Please see what has happened to other actors that have pissed Shonda off in her other series like Grey's Anatomy.

CVD, Shonda & her writing team should be getting any & all the criticism that's being thrown around from fans. They made some really questionable editing and writing choices this season.

Also the book lover gatekeepers don't help. Sorry JQ isn't a great writer. Some of the changes were necessary & good, considering this is an ensemble show. Also Shonda/ CVD bought the rights to the books to be made into a show. JQ is an EP. She I'm sure has been fairly compensated to have her writings altered and interpreted as they see fit. It's like the 20 different versions of Austen movies we see.

Sorry for unloading and the rant, I feel like some of these things though need to be said.

no, don’t apologize! you hit the nail on the head for sure

i read the viscount who loved me and have been a fan of kate and anthony waaaaayyyy before the season came out, plus im of south asian descent so i obviously have a lot of feelings with the way simone and charithra are being treated by people and its not at all okay. same with jonny.

was i upset that some of the story was changed and we didn’t get all the book scenes i wanted? sure, but I’m not gonna harass everyone that has anything to do with the show over it. because like you said, its a television show. they got some things right and they got things wrong but at the end of the day it doesn’t affect my life in any way lol

i stay in my little corner of tumblr and make my gifs when i have the time to do them and love all the characters and the actors and im content with that being my fandom experience lol when i dont like a character i just...dont talk about them lmao or at the very least dont @ people about it. but unfortunately a lot of people don’t feel the same and are SUPER vocal about it. what makes things worse is its probably just a very small part of the fandom as a whole but since they’re so vocal and persistent, it looks a lot worse. and this isn’t just for bridgerton. its for ALL fandoms and its gotten progressively worse and worse lately

[universitypenguin]

hii i have no idea if you’ve answered this already but i’ve been following you for a year now and i absolutely love the kinktober series for steve rogers

i know the hiatus date has been changed from spring to fall but now that we’re in november i was wondering if it’s ever going to update?

absolutely no pressure cause we already have is amazing and there’s no need to feel forced to write more but i was wondering what that means for the ‘hiatus’ :)

Hi, I actually promised to do the letter “R” for this series in October. It was on my to do list but then I got busy and the story didn’t get done. My stress level is the reason writing has been hard for me lately.

I still love this series. The problem is that my work schedule has taken a hit because we’re going through a transition to a new boss. It was okay at first, but recently we’ve hit some snags… such as me realizing I’ve been assigned way too many things to do… no average human is capable of handling this kind of a workload…😤

I need a minute to vent about work. No one has to read this, but I need to type it out for catharsis. Here we go.

I sent an email to my boss today that outlined what I’m dealing with. He put a 1:1 on the calendar right afterwards, which is scheduled for Wednesday. Hopefully, my stress level will improve soon. I think we can resolve this stuff once he’s aware of how overwhelmed I’m feeling. Sometimes you have to manage upwards, you know? I concluded my email with: “of the tasks I’m working on, which ones should I put aside so that I have time to complete my other projects?” I feel better after telling him I needed help and clarified what kind of things I was having issues with.

Anyways! I want to write the Steve Rogers alphabet. It’s not that I’ve forgotten about the series. The motivation is still there but the energy isn’t. I think we should aim for “R is for Risk” to come out sometime in November. That’s enough time that I can work on it consistently and not stress out. This should help me get my priorities in line again and not freak out as much about work things that I can’t control.

Thank you for sitting through this melt down. It has been very cathartic to type this up. I feel calmer now. I’m not designed to be this emotional, especially not about work. If emotions were a scale of 1-10 I’m usually within the 3-8 range. I’m not made for highly intense feelings, and I don’t like them. 😅

[magnhild]

Nora Valkyrie, Identity, and Purpose

Hey everyone, Blaire here, and almost exactly a year ago, I made this mess of a post where I laid out all of my thoughts on Nora and what I thought the show could have in store for her.

And honestly, most of my ideas were way off, and not at all correct. Also, the post kind of flopped.

Thankfully, Volume 8 has given me a chance to redeem myself, and write another, more coherent, essay about my favourite RWBY character; where this Volume seems to be taking her character, and what it means to me, personally.

Buckle up.

To the vast majority of people in the RWBY fandom, Nora is the least-developed character, and the one most lacking in dimension. Most of her character seems to be defined by two things; her energy and love for fighting, and her relationship on Ren.

Volume 8 took note of these conceptions, and addressed them head-on.

Of course, any keen-eyed viewer will have noted Nora’s hidden depths even before this volume, which I noticed in last year’s post. She is perhaps the most perceptive of the main cast, at least, when it comes to people’s feelings and relaionships. She was the only one to really comment on Pyrrha’s crush on jaune, and the first to bring up Blake and Yang’s growing relationship. It was also her level-headedness that resolved RNJR’s argument in Volume 4, Chapter 9.

Volume 7 also showed us her innate desire to protect the weak, and her disdain to those who have the power to help, but refuse. I personally get the feeling that this was her driving motivation in becoming a Huntress; to protect people who cannot protect themselves, perhaps because she doesn’t want anyone to have to grow up as she did. Nora’s fury at Ironwood in V7C7 is esepcially signifigant, because it’s the angriest we’ve ever seen her before, even more so in that this anger is directed at someone with much more authority than her.

But these little details were only the tip of the iceberg. These were traits she already had, and while they help to add layers to her character, they’ve done very little in terms of her actual development. 

This is where Volume 8 came in stronger than any other.

Volume 7 hinted to us that Ren and Nora’s relationship was beginning to get more complicated, between their bickering, Ren’s dismissiveness at Nora, and their kiss in V7C6. By the end of the volume, it was clear that they were still struggling, despite their clear love for each other. Volume 8 carried this thread along, having them split into different parties, and Nora giving Ren a bit of attitude we’ve not really seen her direct at him before. 

She’s frustrated with him, and disappointed that he can’t see what she sees. But despite her tough front, V8C2 then hints that she’s sadder about the split than she’s letting on, after May brings up Nora’s ‘friends’. C3 then brings this to a head, where we get a conversation that sees Nora opening up to Blake and Yang, and revealing a deeply sad truth about herself- that she has no idea who she is without Ren, because she’s spent so much of her life with him and him alone, and her feelings for him have shaped so much of who she thinks she is. We’ve never seen her so hopeless and lost, especially after she reveals that, as far as she’s concerned, all she’s good for is hitting stuff.

Right in these few minutes, the show takes how the audience percieves Nora, and reveals to us that those two core traits are the gateways to a far deeper insight of her character. She’s known for her relationship with Ren, but wait- what about when he’s not there with her? She’s known for hitting stuff, but wait- that’s all she thinks she’s good for. 

It’s revealed to us that, not only is this how most of the audience percievs Nora, but it’s how she percieves herself. And for all her energy and upbeat attitude, deep down, she thinks incredibely lowly of herself. For all her confidence in her fighting abilities, she lacks confidence in herself as a person. 

Surprisingly enough, the ‘who am I?’ character arc is one that was hardly explored at all up until this point, despite it being one of the most common and signifgant character arcs in fictional media. And I don’t think many of us at all could have imagined that Nora would be the one to get that arc, when she’s always seemed so self-assured on the surface.

And then, when Penny is in need of help, Nora takes Weiss’ advice to heart, and does the one thing she believes she’s capable of- being strong, and hitting stuff.

Nora overcharging her Semblance to take down the wall is seen by a lot of the fandom as some kind of win for Nora; as her ‘big moment’. But while it’s certainly a really cool and badass scene, it was far from a triumph for her.

This was Nora at perhaps her lowest point so far in the series. This was Nora figuring ‘well, if this is all I’m good for, I’ll do it to the extreme’. This was Nora thinking her only purpose was to greatly endanger herself for the sake of others, because she figured she was the only one who could. And she almsot got herself killed for it. 

While certainly a defining moment, it was far from triumphant. It wasn’t a win. It was a self-destrcutive act that reflected how little she thinks of herself; that she’s not worth anything unless she’s pushing herself to the limit doing the one thing she thinks she’s good at.

And to drive the knife in harder, it backfires horribly. 

Because now she’s bedridden and critically injured, with scars that are probably permanent; a reminder of her lowest point, forever marked on her body. She can’t fight now, can’t help at all, and Salem has launched her attack on Atlas.

And in her half-unconsious state in V8C7, she realizes this, delivering an absolutely heartbreaking line:

As far as she’s concerned, her last attempt at doing what she thinks only she can do- what she thinks is all she can do- has prevented her from doing anything of worth at all. She lost one half of herself when she split from Ren, and now she’s lost the other half too. The two things that she defines herself by are gone. And the worst part is, we don’t know if she’s awar of the fact Salem has begun her attack. We could very well see her fully wake up, only to realize that the world has begun ending while she was unconsious, and she can’t do anything about it.

Now, this scene, and Nora’s struggle in this Volume as a whole, hit home for me in particular.

If you follow me on Twitter, you’re probably aware that Nora is only of my hightest- and only- kins. And I’ve only been able to relate to her more and more after what we’ve got of her in this Volume.

I am chronically disabled. I have a connective tissue disorder known as Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, which fucks up my body in a multitude of different ways, but signifigantly affects the joints. For me, it hits worst in my back, ankles, and my fingers. The fingers are my main problem. To make matters worse, I’ve also been victim to intense pains in my shoulder, which came out of nowhere a couple of months ago and have only gotten worse since. The slightest movement aggrevates it. As any follower of mine would know, I am both an artist and a writer. I create both for fun, and I’ve studied writing as a profession. It is these things I’m known for being good at, and not much else. 

Thanks to my disability and my shoulder though, I have to do these things less. Even on perscription pain medication, it still hurts. It hurts to write this even now; my shoulder feels like it’s burning up from the inside. It will only get worse over time.

So, I’m finding myself in Nora’s position. I can’t do what I’m good at anymore, and I don’t know what to do with myself as a result. Not doing these things makes me feel lazy and unproductive, and makes me feel that the people around me will abandon me so long as i can’t keep providing them content. And I’ve gotta say, it hurts a lot, and I don’t just mean physically. 

Because of what I’m going through, it’s especially important to see my favourite RWBY character just so happening to be dealing with the same problem; the same loss of idenity and purpose. We don’t know who we are or what we’re good for without the things we think define us.

While I’m unsure of my own future though, I find comfort in knowing that Nora’s problem will be tackled and addressed; that her friends will help her to rediscover herself and find her true worth. And while we’ve got a while to go until we’ll be able to see the Volume continue, I’m incredibely excited to see where Nora’s arc goes, especially if we can get some backstory along the way. I find myself wondering if her life before Ren is part of why she thinks so little of herself without him- was it the way she was raised to think? Is this the fault of her childood circumstances? Or is this just something she developed on her own, after becoming too dependant on Ren for comfort?

Whatever answers we get, I have faith that Nora’s story will be told well, and I’m very sure that it’s only just beginning. Even if she finds her worth before the end of the volume, her story won’t be over yet, not when we’ve still likely got at least four more volumes to go after this one.

In just seven episodes, Nora Valkyrie has gone from one of the least developed characters, to one of the most interesting and relatable, at least, in my eyes. There is so much more depth to her character than having a crush on Ren, and being the strong girl who hits stuff. There’s a layer of tragedy to her character that we’re touching upon now, and I’m excited to dive into it.

Thank you all for reading!

[vampiregirl1797]

Hoodies & Lacrosse

Peter Kavinsky x Reader

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 Word Count: 1,566

 A/N: This one was requested by the awesome @mychemicalimagines​. I hope this is everything you imagined it to be, lovely! I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get this done for you, but I’ve been so swamped with uni work and placement that I’ve just had no motivation for writing. But inspiration struck tonight and I decided to put it to good use.

A/N/Pt2: If you’re in to Friends and Twilight check out their imagines! The series’ are so good and addictive, I cannot recommend them enough! Leaving a link to the Masterlist HERE.

 I blinked owlishly, trying to make my eyes feel less exhausted, but it was to no avail—I’d been unable to sleep last night and I was unwilling to admit that it was because Peter had asked for his hoodie back. I’d taken it months ago, well not purposefully, he’d just left it behind one day after we’d been hanging out. I’d been chilly that night, and I figured I’d throw it on, only to discover it was the comfiest thing ever—it was huge on me and it smelled of him, and so I’d grown accustomed to how content and safe it made me feel. Obviously I hadn’t realised how much I’d grown to rely on it to sleep until last night at around three in the morning, when I realised it was the first time in months I’d gone to bed not wearing it.

 I yawned, pulled my cardigan tighter around me, and took a large gulp of the coffee I’d poured myself before leaving the house to head to school. I’d managed to drop off around five in the morning, which led to me sleeping through my first four alarms. By some grace of god, I’d made it to first period as the bell rang. I finished off my coffee, and threw the disposable cup into the recycling bin on my way out of the room—thank god I’d had the beverage as my first period had been math; I’d have definitely dozed off without it.

 ‘Hey, Y/N! Wait up!’ I paused at the sound of my best friend’s voice, mixed feelings erupting through me. Tiredness made me clingy, which Pete was used to, but I was also a little pissed being as in my mind it was his fault I was tired to begin with.

 ‘Hey, asshat’ I grumbled, wrapping my arm around his waist and melting into his comforting warmth.

 He chuckled, ‘such wonderful greetings from you, Y/N. It’s a wonder my head fits through the halls with how much you boost my ego.’

 I rolled my eyes, an involuntary smile forming on my face, ‘I’m tired, I think I got thirty minutes of sleep last night. I can’t to go home and sleep until Sunday.’

 ‘Why didn’t you sleep? Is there something on your mind?’ I felt my irrational irritation with him soften at the concern in his voice; he knew me well enough to know if I had trouble sleeping, it usually meant there was something on my mind causing my insomnia.

 ‘No, I just didn’t realise how much I’d come to rely on your hoodie until you took it away.’ I felt my lips form into a slight pout, and had I not been exhausted and as a result, needy, I would have been embarrassed.

 My head was tucked into his side, my face against his chest, and so I missed the soft, fond look that overtook his expression. I did notice the new girl giving us a look of longing and jealousy, but I ignored her. The other students would clue her in soon enough—we were friends, best, best friends. It may look like we were more due to how touchy we both were with each other, but our relationship didn’t extend beyond a deep, meaningful friendship. It had taken a while for everyone to understand it, and to stop giving us the same look the new girl was giving us now, but they learned eventually.

 ‘How about this…’ Peter’s voice bought me back to the conversation, ‘you come to my game tonight, and I’ll give you my hoodie to keep forever.’

 I bit my lip to hide my smile; it was typical Peter Kavinsky. He knew I wouldn’t miss one of his games—I was always there, rain or shine, wearing his jersey and cheering him on. But he was sweet enough to make it sound like I was doing him a favour when in reality, it was him who was doing something nice for me, by making sure I got his hoodie doing something I was planning on anyway.

 I looked up to him, ignoring how my heart fluttered when he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear when it fell in front of my eyes, ‘you’d give up your favourite hoodie, for me to come to your game?’

 I felt my heart melt at the bashful expression that overtook his features, ‘of course I would. I mean it took me months to realise you had it anyway. Clearly it means more to you than it does to me.’

 ‘You make a good point.’ I teased, biting my lip as I thought and missing the way his eyes followed the movement, ‘okay, if you’re really okay with it, you have a deal.’

 ‘Awesome.’ He grinned, and I found myself subconsciously beaming back at him, powerless to not return his happiness.

 //

 ‘Come on, Peter!’ I mumbled under my breath, the tension in the air palpable and affecting everyone, it was as if we were all holding our breath in anticipation, ‘you’ve got this!’

 Peter ran forward, passed the defence and took his shot at the goalie. It was so quiet I could hear the puck hitting the back of the net and I was unable to hold back my cheer of happiness, which seemed to snap everyone else out of their shock and they joined me. Brown eyes found mine and I felt my heart skip a beat as he unclipped his helmet, tucked it under his arm and made his way over to me, easily bypassing the rest of the audience who’d flooded the pitch. I felt my heart beat pick up and by the time my best friend reached me, my heart was pounding against my ribs. He was watching me with such intensity, that it made my knees feel weak. His beautiful brown eyes were soft with an emotion that I couldn’t identify, as well as fondness, happiness and determination. I had no idea what to expect when he finally joined me on the stands, but when he tossed his helmet aside, and placed both of his hands on my cheeks, I knew that everything was about to change. And when his lips met mine in a tender, tentative kiss, I threw my arms around his neck and succumbed to it. It was meant to be, and I was powerless to fight the passion, and the intensity that moved between us. But more importantly, I didn’t want to.

 //

 Third Person POV

 Daisy Hank didn’t know what to think when she attended her second day of school. It seemed that there was a buzz in the air from the moment she walked through the doors, as if something had happened and everyone was talking about it. She felt a nervous knot form in her stomach, worried that it was somehow about her, but after a few deep breaths and reassurances it dissipated. There was no way it could be about her; she’d only started yesterday and she hadn’t spoken to anyone for long enough for her to accidentally reveal anything embarrassing.

 She frowned and walked to her locker, trying to focus her hearing to pick up what was going on from the group of girls that were gossiping next to her locker. She opened it up and pretended to search for something as she managed to get close enough to listen in.

 ‘Is it true? Peter and Y/N are actually together?’ one of the girls murmured, Daisy didn’t know any of their names, but she could easily hear the disappointment in her voice.

 ‘Yup, apparently it happened last night at the lacrosse game. He scored the winning game and ran on the stands to kiss her.’ This girl sounded dreamy, and Daisy felt herself instinctively relax a little at the absence of aggression in her tone.

 ‘It was like a Cinderella Story. So romantic.’ The third girl mirrored the second’s tone and even sighed.

 ‘So unfair. Kavinsky is the most attractive guy at this school, now what—‘ the first girls bitterness was cut off by an elbow to her abdomen.

  Daisy frowned, until she followed their gaze and saw the aforementioned couple walking down the hall. They were in the same position as yesterday; her arm around his waist, his over her shoulders and her face tucked against his chest. And yet, there was a definite change between them, Daisy noticed. Maybe it was because Y/N was wearing a hoodie that was obviously his, or because he now had her backpack slung over his shoulder along with his own, or maybe it was the soft, fond and loving way they looked at each other. But either way, a change was definitely there, and Daisy once again found herself wishing that she had someone who looked at her the way they were observing each other, just like she had yesterday when she’d first laid eyes on them. Except now, she only wanted it more, because unlike yesterday the love and affection they had for each other was radiating from them without restriction. It was as beautiful as it was mesmerising and Daisy released a dreamy sigh of her own as she slammed her locker shut at the sound of the school bell. As she made her way to English, she hoped one day, she would find someone who loved her like that.

[sprooknooky]

While the Alvarez Empire arc is definitely garbage, I’m probably the one person who doesn’t mind it too much. The unfortunate thing is, it feels more unfinished than anything. Like a rough outline that needs to be fleshed out and have five times the content. I’ve been reworking this arc in my head for around four years now, and I figured I should actually write something down at some point, so here goes.

God Serena is a character that has bothered me since his introduction. All of the Spriggans are bothersome because you’re expected to believe that these crazy strong scary people have just been chilling in a castle for years, but God Serena bothers me the most, though, because supposedly, he’s from Ishgar. Or at least has lived there long enough to be well known. However, there was no mention of him or the other emperors throughout the entire series, so there’s no real impact to hearing that Serena has joined the 12. Oh no, some guy we’ve never heard of, I’m so scared. And sure, that’s one of his flaws. But what makes him even worse is that he’s killed off so fast.

We see him completely wipe out the other emperors, and his power is wildly intense. I remember being so excited to see the power of four dragon slayers (apparently there are eight inside him but there’s only five dragon gods so...) inside one dude. It made his lack of background seem manageable because his powers were demonstrated to be terrifying! I was so hyped to see how Fairy Tail was going to ultimately defeat him.

And all of it was for nothing. He was one shot. He didn’t even go down with a fight. Talk about a disappointment.

I wanted desperately for Serena to still, somehow, be alive. But Neinhart summons his historia, confirming he’s dead. Bullshit. I want my money back.

Jumping forward a bit, another thing that disappointed me was the finale. That final fight against Acnologia was reduced to... a punch? A punch killed the so-called “strongest” character in the series. This is not One Punch Man. This is Fairy Tail. At least give me something.

So, to combine these two issues, I have devised a better fight. And while the details aren’t fully fleshed out, enjoy what floats around in my brain all day.

The fight starts out about the same way. Acnologia’s “spirit” (who I’ll just call Acnologia because it’s easier) pulls all the dragon slayers into the space between time to kill them all or something. I don’t remember the specifics and I’m not too interested in checking. They all break out of their crystal things and fight Acnologia, Wendy enhancing their strength and everyone engaging their dragon forces to be at max power. They fight for a while, but they don’t get many hits in, and Acnologia takes them down easily. The seven dragon slayers lay there in defeat, wishing they could get up and fight more, but the fights with Alvarez drained them, and they’re barely able to move, let alone fight. But then they notice there’s still a guy in a crystal that hasn’t been broken out. Acnologia too busy gloating to notice them, they manage to break Serena out of his crystal, and he staggers over to Acnologia.

The real fight begins.

Acnologia is shocked. He was positive he killed this guy 80 chapters ago, but here he is. Outraged, he exclaims, “How’re YOU here? I thought I killed you!”

God Serena laughs and says something cocky like, “It’ll take more than that to kill me. You merely caught me off guard!” And then he strikes a dumb pose or something.

They fight, and this time, it’s a close battle. After learning about the 100 Years Quest and the god dragons, I have a headcannon that Serena was raised by them and they acted as his parents or older siblings. He was raised by them, much like Natsu and the others, to eventually kill or “seal” them away. While fighting, Acnologia notices that Serena’s dragon slayer magic is different than he’s used to, and he asks him what exactly he is. Serena doesn’t do a good job of explaining, because, well, he’s Serena, and for 100YQ to exist there still needs to be mystery behind the god dragons. He does explain, though, that he is a god dragon slayer, and his dragon slayer magic is stronger than those raised by normal dragons. Then, just to flex on everybody, he shows off his six dragon forces, (yes, six, this man is practically a god himself and he needs to showcase it) one for each god dragon and their element, and then a final one combining all of his power. Acnologia doesn’t fall, but he takes a serious beating fighting back against Serena, and is severely injured. However, despite Serena’s power, Acnologia was able to land some serious blows on him as well. Serena eventually gets too cocky with his power and Acnologia takes advantage of this, dealing a harsh blow that will finally kill Serena.

While all of this is happening, the other dragon slayers are able to recover a little to continue the fight. They at first wonder who Serena is, before recognizing him as not only the strongest man on Ishgar, but as a member of the Alvarez Empire and therefore their enemy. When he finally falls, they ask him why he worked so hard to help them in the end. Serena explains that he never meant to betray Ishgar, far from it. He joined Alvarez for the opportunity to put an end to Acnologia, a threat to all dragons, and to grow stronger to finally defeat the dragon gods. He expresses regrets about how he would never see his family again, but then admits that he didn’t want to kill them in the first place, and entrusts the job to Natsu instead, hence why Natsu decides to go on the 100 years quest, because otherwise it seemed a little unprompted to me. Pledging to finish what Serena started, Natsu and the other dragon slayers stand up to put an end to Acnologia.

Acnologia continues to act cocky, but Serena hurt him more than he’d like to admit, and he struggles to even stand. Now, in my mind, finishing him off in a single shot makes sense, because there was actually a fight to weaken him. The slayers all send their energy to Natsu, he does a big punch, and Acnologia declares him king of the dragons before fading away.

I never watched the episodes on Acnologia’s backstory that they added to the anime because I’m always going to prefer the manga, so I don’t know if I screwed anything up there, but honestly, I don’t think Acnologia needed a backstory. He’s a threatening villain and I don’t think he necessarily needed a motive, especially right before he dies. Then it has no impact.

Hopefully this made sense... I don’t write any of my dumb fairy tail thoughts down that often, but this one made me actually like Serena a little because otherwise he’s very underdeveloped and wasted potential.

Thanks for reading until the end! I’m going to take a nap, now.

[rorykillmore]

i think one of my new years resolutions unironically has to be to watch more stuff bc i have yet to climb out of the slump i’ve been in this entire pandemic where i’ve been way more disinterested than usual in new media. and like. that in turn saps my motivation to write screenplays. i was sitting here trying to come up with a top 5 or 10 list for 2021 shows & movies i liked best and i’m rly like “man i’ve watched, like.... nothing.” especially for movies, i couldn’t even get 5.

i think my top 5 series of the year though are 5. ??? maybe chucky or loki (genuinely think chucky is an extremely impressive franchise revival in a lot of respects, while loki has some fucking incredible payoff but i do wonder how much less hard it hits if you don’t know much comics lore), 4. squid game, 3. wandavision, 2. yellowjackets, and 1. midnight mass.

i don’t know what i would rank as the best movie of the year. i think the movie i enjoyed myself the most with was actually no way home because of the intense nostalgia it activated and how enjoyable of an experience it was to be in the theatre feeling other people’s joy too. but idk. 

[siswritesyanderes]

This is a series of asks bc, while I do LIKE all the charas of Fantastic Beasts individually, much of the romantic pairings dont sit well with me. By that mean the messy love polygon w Newt & I think I finally figured out why & I'd like another's opinion on it. For starters, Newt's attraction with Tina is too fast for me considering he was friends w Leta, got expelled out of Hogwarts for Leta, carried Leta's photo in his case, & basically loved her for YEARS. But this is all undone by a [1]

jaunt in NY having met a woman, who he admittedly went on a huge adventure w, over the course of maybe a few weeks. He's so taken w her she replaces Leta's photo w her own &, after refusing to go to Paris for Dumbledore, leaves immediately once he finds out she's there. I just find this unbelievable. I can rationalize it from Newt's perspective where Tina is a fresh breeze sweeping into his life on (percieved) unrequited pining, but this is my conjecture based on my understanding of Newt. [2]

The audience shouldnt be left to rationalize endgame couple of the mc on their own. & the whole thing w Leta is so messily handled I dont think they can save it even if they bring her back in FB3. How she feels for Newt vs Theseus & unresolved lingering affection, etc. She & Newt were SO important to each other & we SEE that & they dont HAVE to get together, but they need proper resolution bc they have actual history between them. God Leta in general deserved so much better. [3]

But my main gripe is that this love polygon serves no purpose to what I believe is the main selling point of FB: the world. HP having love stories makes sense bc we're following the story of a boy as he goes through adolescence & his journey through that via school is part of that, which is why the romance feels fitting. It's a very personal story. FB on the otherhand is the best peak we have at the wider wizarding world beyond school. HP introduces the world of magic, but FB rlly expands it [4]

To that end Jakob & Queenie's relationship is the only one I find myself liking, bc it's deeply tied to the world setting, the series' biggest selling point (in my opinion, should have said this earlier). It underscores the attitudes of the period & the conflict they face feels suitably substantial & not like filler. There's a moral question between them of are they worth it? And how far should they go to be together?

Imma be real hear & say FB2 was rlly Queenie's movie & they should have been ballsy & just make Queenie the mc for FB2, bc her story was actually considerably more important to the overall development of the story than Newt's, which mostly came off as a rushed & a tad clichè soap drama. & making it about Queenie I think builds more room for good conflict & independent narrative for Tina that would serve her chara better. [5? 6?]

If I bad to be REAL ballsy, I'd say my big issue w/ the relationships in the FB series & how it enhances or impedes the main story & what I believe to be it's biggest attracter (the setting) could have been solved if they made Newt's romantic interest a muggle. It attaches a deeper meaning & relevance to them & the story so it felt more deeply that they truly moved WITH the narrative rather than beside it but I guess Im just picky. Thx for putting up w this! [Final]

(My response below the cut.)

Yeah, pretty much all of this is right.

Regarding the Tina thing, it was definitely rushed, especially since there was literally nothing romantic between them in the whole first movie, except maybe the end part where they're stumbling over their words. Despite knowing how movies work and knowing that they were the male and female lead, I still found that completely out of left field, because they don't really share any interests and I didn't feel like they felt anything in particular for each other before that. She really wants to be an auror and feels really intensely about it; he just wants to travel the world and write about magical creatures and take care of them. I don't see a lot of compatibility there, and the movie didn't really do anything to reconcile that gap.

Jacob and Queenie made sense, because they actually sowed some seeds for it. It's not even about the fact that they both like to cook; they showed an interest in each other throughout. They noticeably like each other. Newt and Tina never really had that, to me, so it was bizarre for her to become his primary motivation in the second movie.

Queenie's trajectory in movie 2 overall bothers me, so while I agree it would have been better if they'd centered it more around her, I definitely think they needed to drastically rewrite pretty much everything she did. Enchanting Jacob at the beginning never sat well with me; I usually only have to say this in the Descendants fandom, but if one half of the ship is magical and the other half isn't, we can't have the magical one enchanting the non-magical one for romantic reasons without addressing what a violation of trust that is. Like, Jacob would be justified for never trusting her again, over that. Also, the fact that she apparently holds it against people if they think bad things about her is not something I would expect from someone who has been a Legilimens as long as she has, and not a detail I like, at all. Especially since it was used to give her justification to be mad at Jacob after she enchanted him in the first place. I find it sad, because Queenie was definitely my favorite character in the first movie. (Also, joining Grindelwald was a nonsensical thing to do. I can only assume she's there to spy on him or something, because it makes literally no sense.)

As for Leta, I really don't like how that was approached. First of all, I don't like how their mention of her in the first movie was "She was a taker; you need a giver," because once we actually met the character, that only made me resent Queenie for representing her that way. Leta deserved better in pretty much every way, and they definitely shouldn't have killed her off like that. I find the whole situation really iffy from a racial standpoint. The first black character to be written three-dimensionally in all of HP lore, and they make sure to preemptively tell the audience that she's a "taker", kill her in the same movie we meet her, and manage to trivialize her death by turning it into a little "Who was she saying 'I love you' to?" mystery. I like her relationship with Newt and Theseus, and I'd definitely want to see more of it.

Yes, it definitely would have been better, thematically, if they'd made the love interest a Muggle. (I'd honestly say they should've paired Newt with Jacob, but I know they're unwilling to do that. That would be kind of cool, though, to see the movie shaping up with two male characters and two female characters and have the men end up with each other and the women just live their lives as humans.)

With the story they ended up telling, though, I don't think that is needed; since Queenie is already dealing with the wizard/Muggle storyline, Newt could have a different conflict. Maybe his love interest should be a werewolf or something, to tie in the wizarding world's unresolved dislike for "half-breeds". And if he were in a relationship with someone already regarded as a creature, the wider wizarding world might take a different view to his studies and look down on him a lot more. Idk, a thought.

And then, with Leta/Theseus and Grindelwald/Dumbledore (if they were willing to actually deal with that), they'd pretty much hit every controversial beat they've got: wizard/Muggle, wizard/"half-breed", interracial, homosexual. Credence and Nagini are both creatures, kind of, but I still like them together, so their relationship doesn't have to tie into any theme; it just has to be developed way more.

On the whole, Crimes of Grindelwald felt like they skipped a movie. It feels like they needed a middle installment to make these relationships happen, instead of jumping from "Do Newt and Tina maybe have feelings for each other?" to "Newt loves Tina and Tina is possessive enough of Newt to be outwardly upset with him when she thinks he's engaged to someone else," and creating a whole relationship between Credence and Nagini that we see none of.

The fact that Queenie and Jacob were done well in the first movie gives me a fair amount of goodwill for them, but that goodwill only offers enough cushioning from the botching that movie 2 did that I'm near-indifferent to the ship, now, instead of actively opposed. I'd like to see things improved, but as it currently stands, I'd be just as happy seeing them end up not together as together. The fact that Leta's relationships with Newt and Theseus were more interesting than any of the aforementioned makes it that much more ridiculous that they killed her. What ship am I supposed to care about how? If I can't go into the next movie delusionally hoping Newt and Leta will get some moments, or enjoying the Theseus and Leta content, then I'll just be sitting there waiting for Credence and Nagini to share a screen, and who knows when that'll happen?

[night-fallz]

Jason Todd x Avengers Crossover

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Ao3 // Wattpad

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Unexpected (part 2)

Two days have passed since Clint was saved by Jason. And for some reason, he still can't get the vigilante out of his mind.

Natasha teased him about it but he knows that if she sees Jason in action, she would be intrigued as well.

The way he fought was mesmerizing. Every bullet that was shot was so precisely aimed that the wounds weren't deadly.

Sure it knocked them out, but they weren't gonna die.

That form of marksmanship was only earned through years of hard work. And Clint's worked with Bucky enough times to know that Jason somehow predicted the next move of the attackers, aiming at the non-lethal body parts.

He has a feeling that Bucky and Jason would make an incredible duo.

Which is why he needs them to meet.

Clint doesn't usually do this but the more he thought about the bucket-wearing vigilante, the higher his list of questions got.

He took out his phone, leaning against the couch as he searched for the man that saved him.

vigilante wearing red bucket

He scrolled through google trying to find a decent article on the guy.

After thirty whole minutes of barely finding information, Clint wanted to throw his phone across the room. So far, all he's figured out was that Jason's territory was in Gotham and that his vigilante name is 'Red Hood'.

Which was... creative in a way?

At least it wasn't 'Red Bucket' or 'Bucket Head' or anything like that. It was definitely better than 'Green Arrow'.

After another failed search, he decided to finally give up. There was nothing about Red Hood. All the articles were mainly about Batman, Nightwing, a restaurant place, and a Robin!

He groaned and put his face in his hands. He doesn't care about those overrated heroes, he wants to find out more about Red Hood.

The guy was so cool... he wonders why there were barely any pieces written about him. The few sentences that he's read about the vigilante almost always depicted him in a bad light.

Which was honestly unfair.

He stared at his phone, contemplating on whether or not he should ask Natasha.

On the positive side, he knows that the assassin would have information on Red Hood. Natasha has information on everyone.

But...

Clint didn't want Natasha to tease him even more! If she keeps up with the sarcastic comments then the other Avengers would be curious. And curious Avengers meant nosy people.

He felt himself shiver, really nosy people.

He swears that if he had a sister— older or younger, they would act exactly like how Natasha was acting right now.

He could practically imagine the smirk she was wearing on her face when she picked up.

"Hey, Clint." she casually greeted, "How are you?"

He refrained from gritting his teeth, "I'm doing good." he paused, eyes closing as he took a breath in, this hurt to admit. "I need your help."

"I know."

"What do you know about the Red Hood?"

"The Red Hood?" she hummed under her breath, "Let's see."

Clint heard her moving things around, then he could distinctly hear the noise of paper being flipped. "Do you just have documents of random vigilantes lying around your room?" he couldn't help but ask. "Is this an assassin thing?"

Does Bucky do this too?

"I'm getting you the information you need." she reminded, "How I keep track of the data I have is none of your business."

"Okay, okay." he surrendered, a smile making its way onto his face. "But why don't you just keep it on a computer? Wouldn't that make things easier for you?"

She ignored his question, "Red Hood is an excellent marksman," she stated. "He made his debut as a crime lord by showing a bunch of people a duffel bag filled with the heads of notorious criminals."

Clint let out a whistle, "That is an intense introduction. He's even better than I thought he would be."

"Yeah," Natasha agreed. "He's easily one of the most dangerous and capable vigilantes in Gotham. In a matter of months, he's managed to bring crime down Crime Alley by at least fifty percent. Something that Batman himself, couldn't do. His methods were vicious, but they worked. Extremely well. He's killed a lot of child molesters, human traffickers, and rapists."

Even though Natasha couldn't see him, he tilted his head to the side, biting the inside of his cheek. Clint could care less about what methods Jason used. If they worked, they worked. And it's not like those criminals didn't deserve it. It's just-

Killing takes a lot out of you. Especially when you're young. Clint would know.

He had no doubt in his head that Jason was an incredible fighter. Not to mention that he was also huge— in both height and muscle.

He can see why he has a majority of Gotham fooled.

But, for about a minute, after they won against the ninjas, Jason removed his helmet in order to get a breath of fresh air.

A mask might've been covering his eyes, but Clint's been in the vigilante business for years now. He remembers clear as day, just how young the vigilante looked under the sun.

When Clint first started, he was thankful that he had Natasha to talk to whenever things got hard. Whenever he felt guilty for taking someone's life. No matter how much they deserved it.

Hell, he's still thankful for Natasha now. Without her, Clint would probably be dead. His body found bleeding out in an abandoned area, a neat row of scars on his thighs and arms.

He hopes that Jason has a friend like Natasha. Someone who'd be there for him no matter what. Someone who'd remind him that he was worth it. That he was loved.

Cause if not, then there is no way that the kid is okay.

Natasha's sharp voice interrupted his thoughts, "That was a few years ago. As far as I know, he doesn't kill anymore. The farthest that Hood would go now would be to permanently cripple someone. And even then, he would only do that when the person did something unforgivable."

After a few seconds of silence, Clint opened his mouth. "Is that it?" he couldn't help but question.

"Nope," Natasha admitted. "But it's all I'm willing to tell you."

"Fine then," he smirked. "Keep your assassiny secrets. I got more than I expected anyways."

"What did you get yourself into, Clint? Why all the sudden interest in him? Why all the sudden interest in a vigilante in Gotham?"

He knows that Natasha was just looking out for him. She was worried. "Do you remember a few days ago when I was saved by this Jason guy?" he asked.

"Yeah? You've been talking about him nonstop. He saved your ass and you gave him your number." she paused before adding, "Your private one."

He nodded, "Yeah. Well, he's the Red Hood."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I searched him up and he had the same costume and everything."

"And he actually said that his name was Jason?"

"Yep." he tried to casually say, "It's probably cause Jason's a popular name and stuff."

"Maybe." Natasha hesitantly agreed, "But anyway, since you gave him your number, I think you should know that I've always wanted to meet him so if he texts you soon..."

Her voice trailed off and Clint couldn't hold in his sigh, "Yeah, yeah. I'll arrange a meet-up or whatever."

Her voice automatically brightened, "Actually?"

The corner of his mouth lifted, "Sure. But I wanted to introduce him to Bucky first."

Natasha made a shocked sound of betrayal, "Wha- but Clint!" she whined, "I'm the one who's asking. Not him."

"I know."

It took everything in him to stop the laugh from escaping his mouth.

Complaints about how unfair Clint was being made their way onto his ears and he relished each and every one of them. It wasn't often that he had something Natasha wanted.

Revenge was sweet.

After a few minutes, he let out an incredibly fake gasp. "Sorry, Natasha. I gotta go. I have a kitchen emergency."

"What the fuck, Clint." she demanded, "You don't even know how to cook. Remember the omelet incident? What emerg-"

He hung up.

Clint's definitely going to regret ending the call later. He knows it.

But right now, he could care less.

He has something Natasha wants, so she won't murder him.

... hopefully.

He hopes that he runs into the vigilante soon. Jason was cool and pretty fun to talk to. Clint definitely won't mind fighting at Red Hood's side once more.

They worked really well together.

While they were fighting, he knew that Jason was gonna have his back. He knew that Jason wasn't gonna let him get hurt. It was weird, considering that was the first encounter he's ever had with him.

He doesn't know when Jason is gonna decide to use his number, but he hopes that it'll be soon.

He has questions. And whenever Jason was ready, Clint hopes that he can answer.

Starting with the one that's been clouding his head; why did the Red Hood stop killing?

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notes:

okay, I didn’t expect to write a chapter this soon. but reading all the comments you guys left on the previous chapter motivated me. to be honest, I didn’t expect this fanfic to get as many hits as it did.

I don’t know when I’m planning on posting this chapter but right now, my goal is to write as much as I can.

I also don’t know exactly how busy my sophomore year of high school will be, but I feel like it’s better to be safe than sorry. Especially if I make the school volleyball team.

I finished writing this chapter on August 8th, and I have tryouts on the 9th through the 11th from 4-6 pm. (wish me luck!)

like always, please, please, please, leave a comment. i love reading them and they just motivate me so much! Whenever I get author’s block, I just re-read them and they help so, so much. If you don’t wanna leave a comment, that’s fine. If you liked this fanfic, please hit that kudos button though.

and if you just wanna chat or if you want to request any ideas or prompts, just message me here.

ooh, and if there’s anything specific you want to read in this series, please tell me. It never hurts to have any extra ideas. plus, I really want to make this fic more enjoyable for everyone.

[latteunwoo]

first love || l.mh

↪  in life, many have experienced what it’s like to have a first love. this is how lee minho became your first love. 

pairing: high school student!lee know x reader (feat. stray kids)

genre: fluff; humor; angst (??????? not too much, just the ending </3)

word count: 3.2k 

A/N: This is the first part of my Lee Know series. I’m still a bit rusty since it’s been a while since I’ve gotten the motivation to write again but I hope you guys still like it and can bear with me. In this series, Lee Know, the reader, and the other members of Stray Kids are not idols. Do note that most of the content are not real/accurate because this is an AU (Alternate Universe).

stray kids m.list || main m.list 

Everyone has had their first love; that special someone that makes us experience love in an intense and special way for the very first time. For you, that was Lee Minho. 

In fact, you were both each other’s first loves. The two of you had grown up together as you two just so happened to attend the same schools and as cliché as it sounds, one of you would’ve ended up developing feelings for the other one.

Funny enough, Minho was the one who started crushing on you first. He realized it in second grade that you were the girl of his dreams. Though at that age he didn’t realize it was love, he still was smart enough to know that he wanted to do everything in his power to impress you however he can. 

It wasn’t his intention to make it look like he was purposefully doing better than you to mock you or anything though that’s how some of your classmates had falsely assumed it was. He just genuinely wanted to do good so he could impress you, though you hardly ever noticed any of his signals; or at least you made it look that way as you didn’t want to assume anything.

Unlike Minho, you were pretty good at hiding your feelings. As you two started to go through puberty and Minho had started to look more different, you started noticing him more; especially when he started getting into dance. 

Other than all the things Minho was good at, dancing was his top expertise and something you could tell he was really passionate about. This was also something that made him more popular amongst the other girls.

You realized it in middle school that you may have a crush on him as your heart started racing even faster whenever he would call your name out loud when he saw you every morning and insisted that you two walk to class together and you couldn’t help but feel jealous whenever some of the other girls in your class would crowd around him after his dance performances. Though you managed to not make your feelings for him noticeable; at least for a while.

"Are the results out yet?” Your friend Mina asked as the whole classroom was currently filled with a lot of chatter during the first break because today was the day the results of each grade’s class presidents and vice presidents were going to be released.

“They’ll be out during lunch time,” you said as you pulled out your books for the next class.

“We all know who the president is gonna be,” Your other friend Soojin scoffed as you all looked over to where Minho was entertaining some of the girls in your grade in the hallway.

“Hey! Don’t say that, maybe this year it’ll be Y/N,” Mina said as she hit Soojin’s arm.

“What? It’s true. He always wins.”

“Well, you don’t know! Y/N has gotten really popular too.”

As the two of them started bickering with each other you softly laughed before going back to prepping for the next class. 

It was true. Minho always won because all the girls and a majority of the guys in your grade would vote for him. Not only was he the school’s ‘visual’ but he was extremely talented and smart which made his overall appearance even better in their eyes. 

You don’t despise him or anything for always being first and leaving you with second place however. You did have to admit that he wasn’t so bad and it wasn’t like he ever rubbed it directly in your face or said anything mean to you about it, so you didn’t really have a proper reason to hate him.

It wasn’t like everyone hated you either. Amongst the girls in your grade, you were first at least. You were really smart and humble; and you were Minho’s friend which gave you an advantage in everyone else’s eyes despite you not really showing your friendship with him off. 

Once lunchtime came around, everyone scurried out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang and ran to the first floor of the building to see the results. 

“Are you not coming?” Soojin asked as you shook your head and gave her the excuse that you were just going to stay in the classroom to study, “Suit yourself then. We’ll bring you some food when we come back!”

Not even ten minutes later, the two of them came rushing back into the room. They both started saying things at the same time it was hard to understand what they were trying to tell you at first since their voices overlapped with each other. 

“Calm down. What happened?” You asked as you tried to calm the two down a bit and have them speak one at a time. 

“You... You won for... for class president,” Mina said as she was still trying to catch her breath from running all the way up here from the first floor.

“What?” You asked as you grabbed each of them and looked at them directly in the eyes and searched for any sign that they were possibly joking but they looked genuinely as surprised as you were.

“Yeah, we overheard some of the students talking and apparently Minho had told Mr. Kim to give the spot to you instead.”

“Why would he do that? Is he trying to mock you or something?” Soojin asked as the two of them started talking about what could cause Minho to willingly give his spot as class president to you. 

You couldn’t really focus on what they were saying or even at all for that fact though as you were trying to figure out if Minho was doing this to help you or insult you. 

“Congrats Y/N,” your teacher as your classmates cheered you on and although you just smiled at them you couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the situation.

It was weird. Minho had given the class president spot to you but why was he suddenly acting so cold around you? Ever since the results got out, he’d only give you short responses and never really gave you any time outside of the time you spent together doing your class president and vice president tasks to talk.

“Minho,” you softly spoke as the two of you were currently working on a setting up your class’s booth for the school festival, “c-can we talk later?”

“We have to work the booth,” he simply replied as he moved past you to work on putting up the sign on your booth.

“Pft, whatever,” you snickered as you glared at his back before going back into the classroom to get the rest of the decorations. 

“You don’t think...” Mina wondered as she looked at Soojin to see if she had the same idea.

“No way,” they both gasped as they now looked at you who wasn’t really paying attention at first because you were busy making more paper flowers for the booth.

“What?” You asked, looking up at them after feeling their gazes burning into your skin.

“He likes you.”

“Huh?”

“Lee Minho likes you,” they both said as they started teasing you about the possibility of Minho acting this way because he likes you; though you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks burning at the thought of it.

“You’re both crazy,” you said as you threw one of the paper flowers at them before grabbing the box of them you had made back to the booth to start hanging them onto the booth, “They’re crazy. They don’t know what they’re talking about. I don’t even-”

Before you could even finished your question, you felt one of the legs on the chair you were standing on snapped. You had expected to land straight onto the concrete, however you were surprised when you opened your eyes to see Minho looking down at you as he had caught you before you landed straight on the ground, “Are you okay?” 

“H-huh?” you stuttered as you felt very flustered at how close the two of you were.

“Are you okay?” He asked again as you quickly snapped out of your thoughts.

“Oh. Y-yeah. I’m fine,” you said softly as you attempted to stand up on your own only to fall back down on the ground as you felt a shot of pain in your right ankle.

“Y/N!” Minho exclaimed as he crouched down to your level and pressed his hand gently on your swollen ankle, “You’re not okay. Here, hold onto my shoulder, I’ll take you to the nurse.”

Before you could even protest, he had swung your arm over his shoulder and carried you bridal style to the nurse’s office while you heard multiple ‘Oooohhhhh’s and whistling from the students who had witnessed the scene. 

As the nurse wrapped a bandage over your swollen ankle, you and Minho looked everywhere but each other. It’d be a lie if either of you said the situation didn’t feel awkward since you two weren’t really on talking terms; thanks to him of course.

“There,” the nurse grinned as she started cleaning up the wrappers from the bandages, “it’s not broken, but it has been sprained so it will take a few days to heal. For now you can ask your boyfriend to-”

Before she could even finish, you had instantly sat up from your spot and Minho had stood up from the chair he was sitting in and you two both started protesting that he wasn’t your boyfriend. The nurse simply just smirked at the two of you before leaving you to go take care of another student on the other side of the curtain.

“Here. Let me help you.” Minho said as he quickly went over to help you off the bed, not really knowing where to put his hands though somehow one of his arms ended up on your waist as you had supported yourself on him by wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“Thank you,” you said as you reached for the crutch the nurse had given you and placed it under your right arm before releasing your arm off of his shoulder.

“Oh,” he said as he was still staring at you, his arm still around your waist, “No problem.”

“You can let go of me now, I got it,” you smiled at him as he instantly snapped out of it and let go of his grip around your waist.

“Sorry,” he muttered as you started walking back to the booth while he followed shortly after.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with you sitting on a chair at the booth finishing up the decorations there while Minho put them up for you. There was a silence between the two of you as you two worked, however this silence wasn’t awkward anymore. 

“Ah, what time is it now? I still need to change out of my uniform,” you said to yourself as you reached for your phone to check the time. 

“It’s almost five. Do you need help?” Minho asked as his eyes widened when he realized that what he had said might have been taken the wrong way, “I-I didn’t mean like- I just- I meant-”

You just laughed at his stuttering and stood up from the chair to head over to the locker rooms where you had told Mina to meet you at, “It’s fine. I know what you meant but I already told Mina to come help me. You can just take a break. I’ll be back!”

“Woah, Y/N is that you?” Chan teased as the other boys had turned their attention to you.

“Do I look that bad?” You asked as you fixed your skirt and pushed some of your hair behind your ear.

“Badass, for sure yeah,” Jisung exclaimed and you just let out a small laugh at the younger boy as he continued, “But really, you look really nice, Y/N!”

“Thank you, Han,” you smiled as the other boys had joined in on complimenting you while Minho felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

You were really pretty to begin with, Minho admitted that, however right now you just had a different glow radiating off of you and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You had noticed him staring and even looked over to try to catch him in the act, but before you could even say anything he either looked away or made himself busy by helping any of the other students who had come over to your booth.

Business at the booth started to slow down as most of the students were on the soccer field watching the performances. This gave you the perfect opportunity to count how much money you guys had made. Though you couldn’t really concentrate as you felt someone staring at you. 

You quickly turned your head toward the boy sitting next to you, surprised at how close you two actually were from each other, “D-do I have something on my face?” 

Minho didn’t even answer you, his eyes moved from your eyes to your lips as he leaned in closer before connecting your lips. Your eyes widened at the action. You could feel your heart racing out of your chest; which is something that has been happening a lot lately whenever you were around him.

As you were about to kiss him back, the boy quickly had snapped out of his trance and instantly pulled away to your dismay. It’d be an understatement if you said that you didn’t feel your heart fall to the floor when he pulled away from you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he moved back in his seat and looked away from you, his cheeks and ears burning red. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. I must be insane, he thought to himself as his heart started racing once again as he thought about what he had just done. 

It was your turn to stare now. You looked at the boy as what the girls had said earlier started playing in your mind and you started wondering about what he could be feeling. Could he actually have feelings for you or?

He felt movement next to him and turned his head to see what you were doing only for you to catch him by surprise as you grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him closer to you and press your lips on his this time. When you pulled away, you looked at the boy in front of you who was still currently in a state of shock.

“Do you like me?” You asked as his eyes widened even more.

“I-I can’t breathe,” he stuttered still trying to catch his breath as you raised an eyebrow at him, “I mean, yeah. I like you. So much that I can’t breathe.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he confessed, “That’s why I told Mr. Kim to make you class president instead because I knew how much you wanted to be class president and I had thought that if I did that you’d like me more but I overheard you talking with the girls about how you didn’t feel comfortable that I did that so that’s why I distanced myself because I didn’t want you to be more upset with me, but Y/N I really do like you. I’m really sorry and I understand if you don’t-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted, “but you could’ve just told me in the first place that you liked me.”

“I know. I’m sorry-”

“Also, I like you too,” you said as Minho felt his cheeks and ears burning even more. 

“You do?” He asked and you nodded. “Will you be my girlfriend then?”

Though part of you had expected the situation to turn this way, the way the word ‘girlfriend’ sounded coming from him caught you off guard.

“S-sure,” you stuttered as his smile grew wider and he engulfed you into a tight hug, “Now I can’t breathe.” 

He quickly loosened his grip on you before bowing his head down, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you assured as you gave him a reassuring smile.

You’d be lying if you said the first few days, maybe even weeks, of your relationship wasn’t a bit awkward. Since it was both of your first times being in a relationship, neither of you knew what exactly to do or at least was appropriate enough to do.

“Can I hold your hand?” Minho had asked nervously the next school day after the festival with one hand hovering hesitantly next to yours while the other was behind his neck.

“Yeah,” you said trying not to seem too forward as you closed the distance between both of your hands and intertwined your fingers while you lead him the rest of the way to school.

As you two got closer to campus and you started seeing more of your classmates, you became more nervous about whether you should just let go of his hand or not. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed about being in a relationship with him but you were just worried about your classmates having negative thoughts about the relationship and you didn’t want him to get hate about it or anything. 

“If you feel uncomfortable about being public with our relationship, it’s fine they don’t have to know,” Minho assured you as if he had read your mind. 

“I just don’t want anyone to think I’m just using you or anything.”

“It’s okay. I’m fine if you want to keep it lowkey for now.” He gave you a reassuring smile as he slowly let go of your hand before the two of you started walking the rest of the way together. 

This became a daily routine for a few weeks. The two of you would walk to and from school together though you would stop holding hands when you were within view of your other classmates. And you would only have small dates at either of your houses. Minho didn’t mind though because he himself was also very worried that if you two showed off your relationship a bit more that the girls who were always fangirling over him at school would hurt you and though he knew he could protect you from them he still didn’t want you to end up feeling uncomfortable about the thought of them hating you for it.

Obviously with both of your friends being very nosy, it wasn’t too long until they started to find out that the two of you were actually in a relationship already. They knew you both had feelings for each other, though they didn’t know you two had already confessed at the school festival.

Seeing your friends being supportive about the relationship boosted your confidence about being public with your relationship with Minho. You two started holding hands all the way to class and sometimes even during school when you had breaks; him sometimes stealing a quick kiss too and earning cheers from your classmates.

Eventually the two of you became more comfortable with each other and practically became inseparable. As you two were each other’s first loves, your entire relationship was spent not only learning more about each other but also what it means to truly love someone. You two were so much in love with each other that you had thought it would last forever. However of course, the reality of it was that sometimes your first love wasn’t meant to be your last.

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part two || skz m.list

[sarcasticfina]

Fic Writer Tag Game

How many works do you have on AO3? 263

What’s your total AO3 word count? 4,901,188

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they? including the fandoms on FFnet, that haven't yet been moved over to ao3, that'd be a total of 37. separating the larger fandoms (marvel, dcu) into their individual parts: Thor; Arrow; Smallville; The Vampire Diaries; Glee; Captain America; Supernatural; Teen Wolf; Iron Man; Life with Derek; Firefly; Friday Night Lights; X-Men; Fantastic Four; Harry Potter; Sons of Anarchy; Girl Meets World; Batman; Daredevil; From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series; Transformers; Lost Girl; Game of Thrones; Banshee; High School Musical; The OC; One Tree Hill; CSI: New York; Degrassi; Gossip Girl; NCIS; The Unusuals; Criminal Minds; iCarly; Secret Life of the American Teenager; Twilight; and The Listener

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. and I wonder (if everything could ever feel this real forever) - darcy/bucky - Steve tells him that Darcy's harmless. Bucky imagines, on paper, Darcy is harmless. HYDRA wouldn't give her a second glance. But he does. He can barely keep his eyes off her. He's not sure he wants to. | Kudos: 5576

2. I Climbed The Tree To See The World (When The Gusts Came Around To Blow Me Down, I Held On As Tightly As You Held On To Me) - darcy centric | darcy/steve - The path to self-discovery, including becoming Coulson's assistant-slash-liaison-slash-bff, Captain America's lady love, and rating fourth on the SHIELD BAMF scale, was like the yellow brick road; it was chaos and confusion around every bend. | Kudos: 3973

3. Take a little piece of my heart (and keep it for yourself) - oliver/felicity - A collection of Olicity prompts on Tumblr posted here for easier access/reading. | Kudos: 3498

4. You put your arms around me (and I'm home) - darcy/bucky - A collection of Darcy/Bucky oneshots, drabbles, and prompt fills. | Kudos: 3293

5. you (anchor me back down) - darcy/bucky - "I'll be right back." Famous last words. | Kudos: 2747

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? not all of them. i do try to keep up on them, especially on longer stories when there's been significant wait times in between chapters, or when a reader is asking a question or is unclear on something. and especially when someone writes a really indepth comment/review, i like to respond to those and talk about motivations and character growth.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I've written a number of fics that either had suicide or major character death, so i'm not sure if one outranks the other in terms of most angsty... hmm... i remember "be still and know that I'm with you (be still and know that I am here)" and "light a match, burn the world to ash (I will watch it die, and hold your hand as I fly)" both got some pretty intense reactions when they were posted. And "It's Your Song That Sets Me Free (I Sing It While I Feel I Can't Go On)" was basically just angst from beginning to end. buuuuut, i think i'll say "so you think you can tell (heaven from hell" was, only because there's a build up of everything going so right, only to pivot at the end, so it feels very bittersweet.

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written? i loooooove crossovers. i find writing in the marvel fandom makes things quite easy, but also smallville. as long as i can find a common thread, i enjoy finding a way to overlap two shows. i'll say the hardest one to write was "ruby red slippers (unavailable in her size)." I'm not sure why, but i found writing each personality together just felt strange. i liked the idea behind the story, but i definitely remember feeling like i was really forcing myself to keep going, like something just didn't fit right.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? oh, definitely. you cannot please everyone, it's impossible. for the most part, hate comes and i either argue back, take the criticism for what it's worth, or just ignore it when it's baseless. i think the hate that bothered me the most was a homophobic PM someone sent me re: "you know I will adore you ('til eternity)," on FFnet. i actually went and searched it up. they've since blocked me so i can't read our whole thread back and forth. but i did put part of it on tumblr so i could rant on it a bit, so you can see that here.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? ha. yes. depending on the story, it can be really detailed or really flowery. it depends on the ship, the plot, and how graphic i feel like being. i've definitely become more comfortable over the years with my writing. that said, i think everybody likes something different. i once had a reviewer tell me a sex scene was too much, just too intense. it was a stefan/caroline story and to be fair, that entire oneshot was just them fucking, lol, but it is what it is. to each their own.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Multiple times.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! for the record, i am always happy to have my stories translated and shared. i just like having a link sent to me and to be credited.

What’s your all time favorite ship? i have a list of OTPs, because interests change and as shows come and go, my love for a ship can be shelved for a while before it pops back up at random. currently, i can't get enough of buck/eddie from 9-1-1. and, historically, chloe/oliver (smallville) and felicity/oliver (arrow) have been two of my top OTPs. but i think i'd have to go with bonnie/damon. they had all the potential and the show dropped the ball by not exploring it. at the same time, that's kind of a blessing, because i don't trust those writers to properly explore what they had without eventually destroying it for the likes of de/ena. it means a treasure trove for writing where it could have gone and all the what if's.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will? the intention is always to finish. but given how i feel about allison mack and how that impacts my feelings re: chloe sullivan, pretty much anything with her as a main character is not something i see myself returning to.

What are your writing strengths? What are your writing weaknesses? i'm putting these together because my strength is my weakness. i love to write. when i get an idea, i go all in and i will skip eating and sleeping to just write write write. but i also eventually hit a wall and i get so many ideas that i hyperfocus on one until the steam is gone and then i hyperfocus on the next one to maintain that need to keep writing, accidentally leaving the last story in the dust for entirely too long. i also have clinical depression that comes and goes, which hasn't been super great mixed with covid and isolation, so more often recently, i find myself overly exhausted and despite wanting to write, can rarely get motivated to do so. so, pre-covid, wrote so much i left entirely too many stories dangling. during covid, i've just been reading and struggling to get myself focused enough to do what i love.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? i appreciate the authenticity when possible, but i've recently been reading more about how native speakers of other languages feel when a) their language is butchered by google translate, or b) it's just not genuine in terms of how bilingual speakers act or speak.

What was the first fandom you’ve written for? it was smallville, but i remember adopting it out to someone else because i wasn't going to finish it. so if you look at my ffnet, the first fandom i wrote for appears to be x-men: the movie, but i remember writing a chloe/oliver story prior to that.

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? i have a lot. i mean, on ffnet, i have 576 stories, many of which were transferred over to ao3, with a lot of oneshots and drabbles getting joined together into collections. so there's a ton to pick from that span a 14-ish year timeline.

"you know I will adore you ('til eternity)" and "let me break (the walls that surround me)" hold a special place in my heart.

honestly, each story is important in its own way. there are bits and pieces of each that i love. every time i write something new it feels like my favorite. my best. and then a new idea comes along. there are scenes i've written that i loved more than the whole of what they became. lines that stand out that are almost too good to be a part of the larger picture.

one of my all time favorite passages i've written was bonnie's thoughts on damon and herself in 'if you love me (let me go)":

He is far from perfect. He is a novel of red, corrective ink. He is frayed pages and torn binding. His life, his choices, his mistakes leave lasting effects on everyone he meets.

She is a lifeboat with a hole in it. An anchor that drowns in the sea while everyone else remains steady above. She is both the calm and the storm, and while she screams that she will not be tamed, she cries. Bittersweet tears that go unnoticed and uncared about.

there are other stories, other pieces of dialogue, that i've been proud of. that make me laugh when i re-read them. that make me cry. and i love them. there are others that make me wilt and cringe and regret. it's a process. love and pride and growth, all bound together.

Tagging: @absentlyabbie, @anonymous033, and anyone else who'd like to fill this all out, haha