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nutal · 5 months ago

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man, sometimes I dunno why I come up with stuff in my head, then let my brain beat the shit out of me and tell me that I just suck in general at everything, but im still gonna come up with a pair of headcanons cuz yes, this time abt Eve >:))) (again, it may age as bad as milk but just hear me out and here we go)

So pretty much, kinda like what I said before on an older ask, I'm pretty sure that unlike Lilith, who had a strong desire for independence, Eve was a lot more obedient and dependent on Adam. And that Adam loved her a lot more than Lilith (you could say that Lilith was like a middle/high school crush for him, while with Eve, they had a more truly loving relationship, since Adam now has more experience and is more mature than he was before)

Then, when Eve ate the apple, the both of them (Adam and Eve) fell down to earth and had to suffer there

Tho I am more leaning with the theory of Eve = Roo, what if she wasn't actually evil, even tho she was Roo? Hear me out for a bit:

Basically, when the two went down to earth and stuff, while in Adams point of view (like I said in that older ask), he saw Eve becoming colder and more distant, until she disappeared, in Eve's point of view, she was so ashamed of not listening to Adam's countless warnings to NOT eat the apple (to which, she did eat the apple), that she thought Adam hated her now. With the amount of self pity and self hatred she had for herself, she just disappeared, thinking that he wanted her gone for good, and with that, she also died of grief and being alone, just like Adam did when Eve left him.

Tho on one hand, since Adam didn't ate the apple (which meant he went to heaven by default, but didn't actually have any choice), on the other hand, Eve DID eat the apple (which meant she committed the first sin, so she went to hell, BUT she had free will, so that could've meant that she actually chose to go to hell bc, again, of her self-pity and hated for herself, but also bc of her strong want for revenge against the ones who gave her the apple, aka Lilith and Lucifer)

In her time in hell, she basically let her sins transform into the very monster she thought she was (and actually dreaded to have become), because, again, her intense anger towards Lili and Luci, and with that intense anger, somehow gave her a lot of power (Little did she know, when she ate that specific apple, it caused her to also have a little devil on her shoulder. Roo, the root of all Evil. I mean, what better way to start, then to convince the person who started sin to give in into their own sins, and give them all of the power of the sins itself? Eventually becoming one with each other? :)) (I may of not phrased that well but I tried lol)

And with that, Eve became Roo. The root of all Evil. Wishing that one day, she'll take revenge on Lilith and Lucifer.

Now this is where I start to get into sinner Adam stuff >:)))

Okay, so we prob know that Adam most likely didn't eat the apple? Which meant that he doesn't have any free will and just goes to heaven by default, because again, he got no freedom. boiiiiiiii (ok ok im joking xdd, but u get what I mean)

WHAT IF, when Adam's soul (in hell) eventually reaches to Roo (Eve), she might have actually felt.. even worse?

I think that, if Roo finds that Adam, the one she really loved, died right there, in front of her. Even if Eve let Roo consume her with evil, she still felt something sting inside of her deeply. She even felt.. even ANGRIER at Lucifer for doing this to Adam. She might of seen Adam already move on with another girl (Lute), she still wanted to at least help him out a bit.

So, she revives him with his soul, and he becomes a sinner in hell. Hoping that maybe.. maybe she helped with something. Maybe even helping him see Lute again, even if Eve still loved him on the inside. (its tragic af ik)

Now here's where I think, on how Roo/Eve got defeated.

So, in the very final battle, when Roo/Eve finally manages to reach the Hotel to get revenge, she sees Adam. And Adam sees her.

Adam, instead of wanting to fight her, looked he wanted to forgive her and help her out (may or may not have learned the forgiveness and helping side of things from Charlie XDDDD). Tho Lili and Luci were more reluctant about reasoning with Roo than Adam was at first, they eventually agreed to try their best.

So, together with the help of Lilith and Lucifer to give him a hand (or multiple hands), he tries desperately to reason with her, as Roo is in control now. Lilith and Lucifer would try to reason with her aswell, but it wouldn't work out so well for them.

But then, when Adam told her how much he regretted for not taking care of Eve well enough, that it was NEVER her fault.. suddenly, something clicked inside of Eve, realizing that all this time... Adam NEVER hated her to begin with... and all this time.. she was wallowing in self-pity for NOTHING. That SHE just made him suffer this much all along...

But when Roo is about to try to kill him, with no hesitation or pity whatsoever, suddenly, something deep inside, stop her immediately. Even if Eve indeed, let Roo consume her almost entirely, ever since she went to hell, THIS TIME, she wasn't letting Roo harm Adam. Not even Lilith and Lucifer.

As she was having the most intense internal battle she had ever had in her entire life: Eve between Roo, Eve cries on how much she made Adam suffer, how much she made everyone else around her suffer.. how she let Roo literally become one with her.. and how much she just wallowed herself in self-pity and hatred.. because of HERSELF.

But this time.. she was going to stop all of this. SHE was going to end all of this. By pulling Roo to the grave with her (Eve).

And with enough force from Eve, she rips her whole chest, revealing that she'd taken out her own rib from the inside out with her bare hands (I kinda have the head canon that Eve's rib is basically her pulse, so without it, she dead fr fr)

Adam, Lilith and Lucifer would be in complete shock. Then, Eve would fall to her death.

Adam, even though he was still trying to comprehend on what just fucking happened (bc it was so fucking traumatizing), he tried to catch Eve, only for him to find her body completely lifeless on the ground below. Just motionless and gone.

As he lays there in shock, Lute comes immediately to comfort him, and Adam would just try in Lute's arms.

Lucifer would also come to be next to Adam's side (bc they eventually forgave each other in the course of Adam staying at the hotel, becoming friends again like in Eden), and Lilith would check if Eve was still alive. Realizing she was dead, she would just take a deep breath, and just let her body stay there a little bit, before Lilith picked it up to, at the very least, put it somewhere more peaceful, to pay respect for Eve's death (Lilith ain't that of an asshole man, even if she's a bit biased UnU, bc I low-key also want Eve and Lilith to be deep to make the story 1000x more interesting)

so uhh, ye, just felt like dumping my imaginary stuff upon u cuz I wanna make u even more insane than you already are >:)))))

OH LORD THIS IS BATSHIT INSANE OHMYGODHEKDBDN 😭😭😭 EVE STILL WANTING TO HELP HIM OUT EVEN AFTER KNOWING ADAM’S WITH LUTE NOW AAAAGGHEGDHGHD THE ANGST MAN!! And yeah I def do agree that in terms of relationships, Lilith was a lot more like independent and wanting control while Eve was on the exact opposite end being extremely obedient and like reliant on Adam

ALSO THE ROO EVE STUFF IS VERRY INTERESTING and dude eve wallowing in self hatred man…

and then like, adam trying to catch eve in his arms only for him to just find her lifeless body and lute tryna comfort him and he’s just crying in her arms jesus christ bruh

THIS WAS SO WILD TO READ BRO AN ACTUAL ROLLERCOASTER IM TWEAKING

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel eve #nutals asks!

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soulwillower · 4 years ago

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heart eyes • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested: no ;)

warnings: swearing, smut, oral (fem receiving), body worship!!, fluff, road trip w the losers, underage drinking, body shots, praise kink bc its me, a lil dirty talk, this one is kinda tame, its fluffy :) ALSO THIS IS SO UNEDITED SORRY

i was going through all my writing and i found this smut i wrote a while ago!! im p sure its the first smut i ever wrote n i never posted it, i figured i would rn :)

[losers + reader are aged up 18+ in this.]

6.2k words lol

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“i mean this trip would’ve been fun, no matter what. listen! guys, i love you! and... and i fucking love that we don’t always have to be inebriated to have fun.” stan exclaims, gangly limbs sprawled on the floor as ben starts giggling. stan pays no mind, “but listen, listen. i am soooo happy that we brought this stuff though, you know?” stan continues to babble on drunkenly, eliciting giggles from all the kids in the room. he’s waving an almost empty bottle of smirnoff. you giggle softly.

thankfully, ben had actually managed to sweet talk a coworker from the diner in order to score the losers a few handles of alcohol, and you’d nearly finished off the smirnoff and all are a few hearty swigs into the bottle of strawberry burnett’s and fireball.

your cheeks are very red.

you know your cheeks are burning.

but bill’s loose arm around your waist has your skin burning even hotter. you don’t want to think of it as anything more than platonic, because with a quick glance to your right, you see his other arm holding eddie in the same fashion. you're just friends, and always have been.

bill is just a very outgoing and flirty person when drunk.

and if you had voiced this aloud, bill denbrough would probably have had to agree. he barely felt his arm where it lay across eddie, but his arm that was cradling you feels like it is dead weight.

god, he’s got it so fucking bad for you. the conversation lulls as a familiar tune plays through the speaker, making most losers scrunch their nose and laugh. y/n and richie, as always, have other plans.

not even a measure into the song, richie screeches and pulls you into his chest, already swaying you as your alluring voices blend together as perfectly as they always do.

the two drunkenly sing together for the entire duration of the song, serenading each other in a sweet, albeit weird (in a way, bill decides, that only richie and you can achieve) fashion. the lanky boy twirls you around, and you're giggling and laughing and smiling so brightly, and the others are all smiling happily.

and bill just knows, looking from richie’s face, to stan, then mike, bev, ben, and then to eddie right next to him, that everybody in the room has just fallen a little more in love with you.

you're a fucking angel. just like heaven…

and, knowing deep down that it was highly unlikely, bill still hoped he could some day call that angel his own.

bill takes a moment to breathe as the seven of his best friends huddle in the weak circle they’ve formed after quite a few drinks.

the speaker plays soft music. the kind of music - you recall loudly to everyone with a smile - that ‘stanny’ plays in his own car on days in the summer when he lets you roll down the passenger side window and stick your feet out as they speed down the town roads.

“you know why-“ mike starts, interrupting himself with a hiccup. he giggles, and bill smiles. “-you know why i love you?” he says, question directed at ben. ben chuckles, face red from the contents of his near empty cup, and shrugs.

“no, wait, i’m not drunk enough for the sappy stuff.” you whine, biting your lip as you glances over to bill.

he averts his eyes, chastising himself in his head immediately after for being a little schoolboy.

“fine, y/l/n. truth or dare?” mike says with a cheeky smile. richie hollers and you scoff, shaking your head. across the room, eddie does the same.

“c’mon, mikey… i haven’t played that since sophomore year.” you say, face revealing a teasing smile which betrays your tone. bev shrugs, leaning back into ben’s chest. “dunno, could be fun.” she says.

bill watches closely as y/n sends a long look to bev, who shoots her best friend a suggestive glance.

bill wishes sometimes that he could hear beverly and y/n’s thoughts and secret conversations, but after a flash memory of the time when he walked in (after listening to silence for nearly three minutes before entering) on the two girls staring at the other in complete silence, he shivers and retracts that wish.

those girls were creepily telekinetic.

y/n’s sigh pulls bill back to earth. “fine.” you say, rolling your eyes and sounding bored. bill knew better than to believe y/n could really be bored. he stares at your body as you take a hefty swig from your cup, wiping your mouth and slurring, ��truth.”

“out of all the people in this room, whose clothing style would you choose to swap with?” mike asks after some moments of silence. you look like you're thinking very, very hard and this makes bill laugh in drunken stupor. his friends shoot him a confused look, but attention quickly lies back on y/n.

“stan, maybe. or eddie bear.” y/n says, flopping into eddie’s lap, making him blush and card his fingers through your hair. “I love all those cute shorts.” you say, throwing a wink in richie’s direction.

bill has to laugh at the expression on the curly haired boy’s face. he has to admit, though, that eddie looks fucking great in those shorts. the two boys both respond idly, though, and the game continues, getting dumber and more risqué the more drinks they share.

mike admits to wearing briefs over boxers, bev admits that the first girl she kissed was y/n. ben has to jump into the broken hot tub, and eddie takes a body shot off of richie.

"bill, who do you think is the best kisser?" bev smirks, shooting a look that he doesn't understand but, on a much more transcendental level, understands too well.

"if you don't say me, i'll be mad." richie says, making kissy faces that make ben push the side of his face away with a chuckle. bill laughs lightly, but his lips move quicker than his brain. "y/n, probably."

seven pairs of eyes land on him and he blinks, face heating until he's surely a tomato. "wh-what? you a-asked." he says awkwardly, and to change the subject, stan clears his throat, "y/n's turn!"

bill shoots him a grateful look, but stan gives him a stare that screams make a move, dumbass.

"okay, dare." you mumble, cheeks slightly dark and a sweet grin on your lips.

“'kay. i dare you...” richie trails off as something catches his drunken eyesight away in the kitchen. he starts to giggle to himself, then. “take a body shot off of bill.” he says, pointing a bony finger at the innocent girl to bill’s left.

bill’s face pales at this, but the liquid courage has him pulling off his shirt at the encouragement of the others merely moments later.

“i’ve yet to take an actual body shot before.” y/n mumbles, explaining how you've always done them off shoulders or necks.

“lick, shoot, suck.” bill mumbles, staring at the ceiling. bill hears bev giggle quietly.

“don’t forget that last part, y/n.” richie piped up from across the room, the words being followed by a thud and a soft grunt.

“i couldn’t if i tried, rich.” you mumbles as your face comes into view. bill can only smirk up at you when he feels liquid pour into his navel.

“he’s gotta be flexing right now. there’s no way he’s that naturally ripped!” richie complains, his voice looted in a joke. ben laughs as bev slaps richie’s arm.

"sh-shut up, richie." bill mutters with an easy grin.

bill slips a lime wedge into his mouth and his tongue falls upon the rind, tasting the muted citrus flavor as salt is sprinkled in the stretched of his skin between his belly button and his waistband.

if he wasn't drunk, he'd be a blushing mess.

and he has to try harder than he's ever tried for anything in his entire life to not get hard as you suddenly lean over him, your hot tongue poking out to lick a stripe up the salt.

he suppresses a groan and then you shoot the shot from his stomach, everyone screaming and cheering and laughing. you're laughing too, and bill's shocked into a stupor by how casually and effortlessly beautiful you are.

you're leaning towards his face now, a soft smile on your face as your lips fall to pluck the lime from his mouth. but before you pull all the way back, he feels your soft lips touch his around the wedge and his whole body ignites, cheeks turning red.

but just as quickly as you were there, you're gone and he's left with the faint taste of lime and a heaving chest, the feeling of your tongue on his body ingrained into his mind.

it was about thirty minutes later that all the losers retreated to their rooms to pass out, bill following you a few steps behind. of course, when eddie and bev had planned the sleeping arrangements, they'd insisted that you two share a room. not that he's complaining, not at all.

bill barely gets a minute into the door before you're turning and stepping closer to him. his hands fall to your arms, in his mind as an excuse to steady you, but he knows its because he really just wants to feel you in his arms.

“do you really want to kiss me?” you purr, voice uncharacteristically quiet. and wow, that was out of left field. bill almost laughs, but refrains in case the inebriated girl in his arms took it the wrong way. “yes, y/n. a-always.”

you beam, a slight hiccup escaping your cherry lips as you get on your tippy toes. you're still half a head shorter than him even on your tips.

his heart thumps as he takes in your beautiful features up close, and he longs to feel your lips against his.

but, instead he shakes his head gently through his drunken state. your face falls and you step back. bill swears the angel’s wings start to droop and wilt as you seem to sober up slightly. you look sad and embarrassed and bill’s heart shatters a fragment.

“y-you’re drunk.” he says lamely, wishing that own his drunk eyes would get on board with his brain and quit running over this girl’s beautiful face and enticing curves. “w-we both a-are.” he adds, biting his lip.

you huff, turning around and bending over to pull sweats out of a drawer. “okay,” you mumble and he can’t read your voice much but he can tell you're upset.

in a drunk thought, he realizes he may never fully understand you.

bill bites his lip at the sight of your perky ass displayed like that in front of him and he wants to smack himself as he feels the familiar heat in his abdomen, turning around to give you privacy as you change.

he doesn’t turn around, as much as you both want him to.

richie once claimed that bill was hornier than he was, and while then he’d laughed especially hard at that claim, bill currently cursed richie a million times for being correct.

“would you reconsider if we were sober?” when a hand lands on bill’s shoulder, he turns to see you staring up at him, wearing a plain blue and white baseball tee and sweats.

it’s quiet for a moment. y/n holds your breath. bill himself lets out a breath after a moment. “you’re fucking beautiful.”

it’s not an answer to your question, even, but he says it before he even realizes it and the look on your face suddenly makes bill wish he could say things like that without stuttering forever if it meant it made you feel like that.

you turn bright red, head dropping down bashfully. you fail to hide your smile drop, though, and it makes bill feel slightly sick. “you don’t have to say that bill.” you whisper, sounding insecure. and then you slip under the dark green duvet of the bed.

bill tells himself that if he were sober, he’d speak up; have the courage to say all the things to you that his mind is constantly screaming.

you are fucking beautiful, everybody knows it..

all our friends see it...

mike once told me you were the hottest person in the school and that was before we even met you, now he also claims you’re the most thoughtful person in existence...

ben thinks you might be the smartest person in our generation...

bev is confident that you are going to change the world some day...

richie calls you his platonic soulmate...and says that you have second most rockin’ bod (second only because he’s trying to mack on eddie)...

eddie tells me every day how much he looks up to you and how much he admires your strength...

stan once told me that he’d marry you in a heartbeat...

(i think i’m falling for you...)

(and i hope you feel the same...)

your eyes look so innocent...but i know you’re not...

your lips look like they taste like candy...

you are so fucking pretty...

i want to put my dick in your mouth-

his last thought snaps him out of his drunken stupor and he quickly pulls on flannel pants and tugs off his shirt, not missing y/n’s eyes on his bare torso as he pulls on a shirt.

bill. you’re drunk, go to sleep, asshole.

he lays on the edge of the bed, turning off the lamp light and rubs his eyes. your eyes are closed, and you lay on your side, back facing him.

“i’m lucky t’have you, billy. we all are.” you mumble, and bill doesn’t even fight the bashful smile that climbs onto his face. you can’t seem him, anyways.

“g’night, billy.” you finish dreamily, snuggling the comforter and making bill swoon in the dark.

“g-goodnight, y/n.” he says quietly.

the next night was much more tame; the losers were worn out after a day of exploring and decided to go to the outdoor pool in the backyard of the b&b you'd rented.

you sit on the couch by yourself, knowing bill was in your room because he didn't feel like swimming.

but you were nervous to go in there, because you and bill hadn't been alone since last night when you'd basically confessed to him. and yeah, he'd sort of confessed back, but you could tell he was just trying to be considerate and not make it awkward for you or the rest of the losers.

with a sigh, you rising to your feet and padding to the closed door. soft music plays from the other end of the door and you smile as you hear bill hum quietly to bowie.

when you push the door open, bill’s figure is silhouetted by the faint orange glow that soaks the bedroom in gold and yellow light. crossing through the doorway softly, bill lifts his head and smiles softly.

you bite your lip at bill, who is sat dumbly on the edge of the bed, and it's quiet for a few moments but you know you're both thinking the same thing.

he stands to meet you only a few paces from his doorway, and he's so close to you that you have to tilt your head and stare up at him through dark lashes. his breath comes out like a whisper, and you feel desperate to know his lips again. but not like last night. you want all of him now - always. sober, drunk, sick, healthy, forever.

“bill..” you start, doe eyes searching his, as if trying to read him. he looks like he doesn’t know what to say because you both know the reason that your friends made you sleep together on this trip in this dim room and why he’s looking at you the way he is.

“please...” he whispers, a half smile on his face. his own voice cuts through the faint music playing through the silence. your lips lift in a smile at this. bill thinks you look the most beautiful he’s ever seen you.

he didn’t say anything but a plea, and yet you both know exactly what he’s saying.

your heart soars, and you grab his neck and he crashes his lips to yours desperately, letting out a quiet moan of relief.

you’ve never had somebody like him. of the few relationships you’d managed to keep up for a decent amount of time, you've never known someone like you know him - he's your best friend, the most important person in your life, and your first real love.

that used to scare you, but as you reach your hand to grasp his neck and pull him closer, you realize that this feeling in your stomach may not be as dangerous and innapropriate as previously thought.

because bill denbrough kisses like he’s taking his dying breath, like he’s drowning and you're the last bit of air left in the entire world. he kisses you like a starved writer desperate for a muse. his adamant tongue parted your shaking lips and sent tremors along your skin, as you clutch his chest.

his hands start on your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing your cheekbones as he tilts your head gently to deepen the kiss.

slowly, just as slowly as you fell for him, he slides his hands down your sides and grips your lower back with one large hand, the other squeezing your hip as he pulls your hips to him.

when you pull away for a second, he’s got an earth shattering, face-blinding smile on his lips that almost makes you want to cry.

you've never felt this breathless in your life, especially just by one boy, and all you can do is allow him to press you against dresser and catch your lips with his. his lips slot against yours hotly, moving with a kind of boyish expertise that makes your fingers tingle from all the way up to where they're nestled into his hair.

his plump red lips, slick and glossy, pull away from you and you watch with your hands carded through his auburn hair as he ducks slightly lower and kisses your jawline and your legs feel like jelly because you cannot believe it's happening. a song still plays through bill’s speakers.

one of your hands runs down his clothed chest and you gasp, having to bite back a squeal of pleasant surprise when one of his hands squeezes your ass. at your yelp of pleasure, bill chuckles and then his teeth bite down on the hollow of your throat.

he lifts his head to meet your eyes but doesn’t apologize, instead opting to shoot you a cocky lift of a brow at your reaction.

but before you can even roll your eyes, his lips are back to working magic and you're breathless, the heat in your stomach coiling and making you desperate.

you quietly moan his name as his tongue follows in his teeth’s wake; your neck slowly becoming the most beautiful piece of art bill has ever created.

eventually he raises his head again, his green eyes stuck on your neck, admiring the thunderstorm he’s started, and its everything you can do to not collapse when you get the courage to push bill softly and walk him towards his bed, your lips pressing needily to his.

bill gently spins on his heels around you and pushes you instead onto the mattress, and you're suddenly laying below him with wide eyes.

and you're grabbing his flannel and tugging him on top of you.

for a while, as bill holds himself up above you with his forearms, all that either of you can hear is the melodic tune of heart eyes by coin flowing from bill’s speakers and the sweet noise of their hands exploring each other.

honestly, the first time was unintentional.

while trying to move up, bill slowly rocks his hips against you. you gasp at the feeling of his semi-hard on pressing against your core, and bill almost moans at the noise of you alone.

a small moan escapes your throat again when he does it once more and he pulls away, clearly trying to hide his smug expression.

his eyes trail to your button up, admiring the trail of blossoming hickies reaching from below your jaw to the hem of your sweater, near the top skin of your breasts.

“c-can i?” he asks softly, and your face flushes pink as you nod shyly.

his hands reach out and slowly he undoes the buttons of the sweater, lips pressing sweetly on each bit of skin exposed as he slips the sweater off your frame. his lips against your skin leaves goosebumps in their wake.

you swoon at this action, but as the garment falls from your shoulders, you cross your arms and looks away softly.

“you don’t have t-to huh-hide from me, sweetheart.”

a piano melody plays softly in the background as bill coos quietly, turning your jaw with his forefinger so you're forced make eye contact. “hey. you’re s-so perfect. a-and i’m so fucking l-lucky.” he whispers sincerely.

and even through the expiring sunlight, the golden streams illuminating your face reveal a smile- a genuine, toothy, blushy, bashful smile that makes bill beam in return.

“please. luh-let me show you how m-much you mean.” he whispers.

you're glad you have enough self control to not burst out crying at bill’s words. if you were unsure if he wanted you before, this was the confirmation you knew you didn’t even need. and you love it all the same.

“please,” you whine softly, blushing harder at the pure look of love and lust on bill’s handsome face.

as his lips and hands flutter around your torso, you take in his figure and the god-like aura created by the music and the atmosphere of the world around you.

one word keeps circulating through your head, and as his fingers softly pinch your left nipple, you mewl and pull him up for a passionate kiss, deciding to let the word sit pretty in your mind.

you trails your fingers along the hem of his shirt and he leans back to let you unbutton it slowly. your lips find themselves against his hot skin, trailing in small kisses and bites down his chest as they follow your nimble hands. you cherish his smooth skin and taught muscles.

he soon turns to catch your lips with his, this time feverishly and deeply. he feels hungry against your lips, his tongue winning dominance instantly and smoothing around your mouth as he sighs against you, his hips rocking against you as your hands roam from his hair to his back and chest.

he pulls away, hands trailing down to your jeans, lips following his hands yet again, slower this time.

you whimper quietly at the feeling of white hot pleasure coursing through you and bill shoots you a smirk. “e-everybody is o-outside, y/n/n. we can be as loud as w-we want.” he says in a low tone, and you bite your lip in bliss. you feel yourself get wetter at his words, his voice sounding like royal velvet.

he stops his lips right at the button of your pants. “do yo-you want this?” he asks, his eyes welcoming, and you knows that if, for some absurd reason, you didn’t want him right now (or ever, honestly) you could be honest and he would be forever respectful of that.

“yes, bill. please.” you plead, hands carding into his hair as you watche him smile from in between your legs.

you watch as he unbuttons your jeans, sliding them off and tossing them somewhere across the room. you have to bite back a giggle at the boy's eagerness and he bites his lip as he stares up at you, green eyes sparkling and true as his head sinks lower.

he kisses the inside of your knees slowly, trailing his lips closer and closer to the apex of your thighs where you need him the most before switching to the other side. you groan at his teasing and his quiet huff of a laugh leaves his lips and fans over your thigh.

he’s done this before, it’s obvious.

and it’s probably also very obvious to bill that you are not used to this kind of praise, this kind of approval, and this much intimate attention on your own body. he loves it - loves that he can finally show you how you deserve to feel after years of watching you, his best friend, and waiting for the day that he could put his lips on yours.

his lips finally press a soft kiss over your red lace-clothed clit, and you let out a strangled moan, hips jilting involuntarily at the tease.

his eyes meet yours and all he does is wink.

cocky bastard, you think as bill slides your lace undies off your legs.

it suddenly dawns on you that you're completely naked and vulnerable in front of this boy, and yet somehow you feel more comfortable and at home than you've ever felt in a situation like this.

and you're not totally sure when exactly that fucking word starts to circulate in your mind again- perhaps it is when he licks the first, bold stripe from your entrance up to your clit, or maybe it’s when he uses one hand to gently pin your hips down while his tongue does wicked tricks. or perhaps it’s when he first slips a single finger in.

or maybe that word has been there, hiding in your mind, on the tip of your tongue, the whole time.

but you suddenly can’t think of anything besides bill, because he’s building a rhythm with his tongue and fingers and you know that if anyone is awake in the house besides you, they’d know exactly what was happening in your room currently. and you can't find it to care as you look down at bill, eyes staring back at you with a cocky look on his face as his face is buried in your heat.

your wild moans pick up in pitch and you clench around his fingers tightly, the feeling of bliss having never felt this strong before. your toes curl and you let out whimpers, one hand tangling in his lush hair and the other twirling in the sheets.

his fingers pick up pace, curling and pumping in and out of you as he sucks your clit.

“bill, fuck, i’m close-“ you start, groaning in pleasure as he smirks slightly. you whimper when he pulls back, a devious smirk playing on his shiny, slick lips, his fingers sliding out of your heat. you groan at the sight of him, shirtless and hair missed up from your fingers, his mouth sinfully shiny from your juices.

he reaches his hand up to you and obediently you take his fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking up yourself from him. he watches with his mouth slightly open and eyes dark. "g-good girl, y/n."

the sharp warmth in your chest and the heat straight down to your center show you how much you like his words, and you preen when he tucks your hair behind your ear. "you taste p-perfect, baby." he whispers into your ear, your jaw going slack in shock that words like that would dare fall from his lips, your thighs clenching together. you bite back a moan at the feeling, wanting nothing more than for bill to fill you up and make you scream his name.

it doesn’t get long before you pull him out of his boxers, and soon you're rolling a condom onto his hard cock.

you almost, almost blush when your mouth waters at the sight of bill’s cock, hard, leaking with precum, and much larger than you'd anticipated.

rich was fucking right, you think, they do call him big bill for a reason.

he’s looking at you like you're the only thing that matters as you pull him onto you. he's letting out breathy moans that you realize you could listen to on repeat forever.

but suddenly he’s pushing you hard against the mattress, kissing you like a sailor returning to see his first love, and he’s lining himself up at your entrance, slowly teasing your entrance with his tip. you whimper at the feeling, your over-sensitive clit throbbing as you tug at his shoulders. he grins into your mouth. "u-se your words, baby." he mutters, and you go red.

“god, bill, please fuck me. need it so bad." you whimper breathlessly. he smiles at you, kissing your nose.

"i kn-know you do." he mutters and you want to smack the back of his head but then he pushes in agonizingly slow and you're gasping. simultaneously, you suck in breaths at the sensation, eyes staring deep into each other. his are lidded and yours are blown wide, taking him and whimpering at the feeling of him stretching you out.

you can feel the blush on your cheeks when you realize this is one of the most intimate experiences you've ever had in your life. and when bill's finally buried to the hilt inside you, you let out a low moan at the feeling.

thank god he warmed you up so well, because he was big and felt perfect buried inside you like this, his lips ghosting over your face as you clench your legs around his hips. his fingers rise to roll on your nipple and you let out a gasp of pleasure followed by a small moan of his name. he lets out a shuttering breath into your collarbone as your nails dig into his shoulders.

“please, bill, move. please, fuck, i need it-“ you beg, eyes closed in need and lust.

you feel a strong hand grab your jaw suddenly, and your voice stops as you open your eyes to be met with deep green ones shining fiercely.

“look at me wh-while i fuck you.” he says, more a command, and you involuntarily moan at his words.

the power he has over you feeling foreign and incredibly enticing. never did you expect for bill denbrough to be anything more than vanilla in bed - but you're all here for it as you look back at him submissively, trying to hide your smile.

you keep your eyes on him as he pulls out just as slowly as he eased in, before pushing soundly back into you and coaxing a long, low moan from your lips. your head dips back, your spine curving and eyes fluttering before snapping back to his. he starts to thrust as you've adjusted to his size and you can feel him filling you up perfectly, the feeling euphoric. your toes curl in pleasure and you determine that his melodic moan itself could push you over the edge right now.

he builds a rhythm, your legs tightening around his waist as his lips catch yours in a searing kiss. "y-you're so fucking g-good for me, huh?" he asks, but the feeling of him fucking you into the mattress renders you almost speechless, your lips in an 'o' shape as you watch him. you nod, whining as your hands roam his chest and slide to his back.

"god, yes, bill. don't stop," you say breathlessly, whimpering as you pull him down to you by the neck. he kisses you soundly as he pounds into you, his hands roaming your body and making you blush.

you feel a familiar warm feeling in your abdomen after a couple deep thrusts and you moan out as he lifts your legs slightly to hit another angle. “f-fuck...” he mutters, eyes trailing over your whole body yet never shying from your face for more than a few moments.

and now the word lingers in your mouth, on the tip of your tongue, but you're in so much pleasure that you can’t form words that aren’t his own name as they leave your mouth like a prayer.

his thrusts are deep, rough, and yet somehow sensual as if he’s trying to convey thoughts or feelings through his actions, and the combination has you slamming your hand over your mouth to conceal your loud moans, eyes finding his as you remember his previous words.

his eyes make you feel more special than any other human on this earth ever has. you've had a fair share of sexual encounters, but never have you ever experienced something like this with someone like your bill denbrough.

and as one hand grasps your breast and the other holds himself above you, his lips pressing against yours like he’d die if he wasn’t touching you, bill can tell that you're close. “y-you close, baby?” he purrs in your ear, and through his thrusts you can only nod your head and mewl.

his hand suddenly grabs your hands and lift them up above your head, pinning them there and rendering you unable to move our touch him; the feeling of being restrained makes you moan wantonly, moving your hips with his. he hums deeply, a delicious sound, "oh, you l-like that, y/n/n? g-good, so g-good." and then he moans into your collarbone. his words and the feeling of him hitting the perfect spot inside you, fucking you deeper than you could imagine, has you nearing the edge.

his large thumb snakes it’s way into your mouth then, and you look up in his eyes as your lips wrap around his digit. he groans, hips stuttering inside you. "good g-girl." he mutters, eyes glued to your lips as they suck on his thumb.

he drags his thumb out of your mouth and you release with a small pop. he lowers his hand, moving it down to rub sensual figure-8’s on your clit, a stark and delicious contrast to his hip’s motions. you yelp in pleasure, your sensitive clit throbbing.

“c-cum for me.” he whispers, and you're wrecked. your climax, after a slow, burning build, hits you hard and you clench around him, moaning out his name as your eyes barely stay locked on his. your voice cracks in pleasure as your body pulses in pleasure.

bill cums not even three thrusts after, a mess of groans and your name falling from his lips. he pulls out and you quietly hiss at the sudden absence of him, watching with exhausted eyes as bill tosses his condom and turns back to you.

you're fucked out and so out of breath that all you can do is grasp bill’s hand. he smiles softly at your naked, glowing form as the last of the afternoon light seeps through the windows.

he pulls on boxers quickly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before disappearing out of the room, leaving an empty feeling in the hollow of your stomach.

you're pretty was used to the people you sleep with not wanting to stick around much, and yet you can’t help the deflation in your chest as bill leaves the room. is he going to sleep on the couch? was it that bad for him?

you pull on underwear just as he comes back in, a cup of water in his hands.

when he softly offers it to you, you tear up slightly but cover it up with a yawn. you know you've never had someone care this much about you. that word lingers on the tip of your tongue, begging to drip from your mouth like honey.

“y-you tired?” bill asks shyly, his body dipping down as he sits next to you. you wonder why bill all of the sudden is acting so shy- as if he didn’t just provide the most incredible sex of your life.

“you wore me out.” you says with a little smile as you lean slightly against him and kiss his cheek.

his cheeks blossom at the simple affection. "i love you." he says suddenly, no stutter. his eyes widen in shock as he realizes what he'd just slipped.

you turn to look at him and he's bright red, looking more scared than you've ever seen him. you can't help your smile, though. "bill... i love you too." you admit, stomach fluttering in excitement. he smiles softly, exhaling, "h-holy shit, thank god. that would have m-made the rest of this t-trip so a-awful."

you giggle, hand falling to his jaw. "i love you so much." you mutter, pulling him down with you so your heads hip the pillow, his hands falling on your bare hips as you kiss sweetly. you can't stop smiling into the kiss, and neither can he, so it's full of quiet laughs and teeth knocking, noses brushing together.

"i love y-you so much, y/n." he whispers into your lips, his mouth wide with a dopey smile. you smooth the hair from his eyes and kiss him again. "be mine, p-please."

"i already am, denbrough." you whisper softly.

#bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough smut #bill is 🤤🤤#losers x reader #losers club x reader

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nefeviibata · 4 years ago

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I have a lot of feelings and hurt in me because of the finale. I can't believe this is how it ends... this is gonna be long and rambling but I need it out of my system for at least some sort of closure

My major issue with the finale is how they went and overlooked such important things they established for years at this point and just went back to 'It was about Sam and Dean and Sam and Dean only all along.'

Yes, the Winchester brothers started out as only having each other, two damaged young men so co-dependant and traumatized and so locked into this idea of 'family' being a mom and a dad and two sons that they sacrificed everything for each other over and over on the off chance of at least keeping the two of them together. But after 15 years, it's just not true that they only have each other.

Because over the years and in an agonizingly slow pace, they opened themselves up to so many people, they mended their own wounds and trauma not solely by being brothers and only 'Sam and Dean' but by trying to let their parents go and other people in, by seeking solace in their found family, by letting themselves love other people and be loved by them in return. The show kept telling us family doesn't end in blood. And it also showed so often that things don't get better when people come back, one example being that when Mary was reintroduced the brothers suffered even more than before.

And at some point they find out that all of their suffering was not their own fault, not because of their failings, or because they are 'broken' and not even because 'life sucks' but because it's a script made up for the entertainment of one celestial being, a cosmic joke where their pain is the punchline. And then they fought it. They fought it tooth and nail and with everything they got with friends and a family that they chose which went beyond blood in so many ways. And they won. Goddamnit they won and this is what they get?

After everything he did for humanity, for earth, for everyone all his life, Dean died on a job his father couldn't finish, leaving him to clean up one of his messes *again* and he was terrified of dying when it happened. He didn't see it coming. Dean applied for a job after everything was done ffs. And he basically tells Sam he wants to keep living because if he doesn't after everything they lost along the way then what is the point? And then he DIES so soon after beating Chuck and not only that but he dies terrified to be alone, begging for Sam to stay and to tell him that it's okay to go, because he needs reassurance that it is, because he didn't see it coming. He didn't want to die. And not only that but he died to something that is just so insulting to his character, and only to end up in a Heaven which is basically earth, but somehow still not, because allegedly it's perfect, except almost no one was there with him. Sure, his parents apparently are, who the show insists are good people even though Dean's most inner pain stems from issues his parents let fester in him, and Bobby is, because we needed at least one decent parental figure in Heaven for Dean, I guess, but basically no one else. Not even Castiel who is canonically established to at least be his best friend and who Bobby confirms is out of the empty and has tried to change Heaven to be better.

And then there are these other implications of Heaven that just... suck. If you think about it ...You see, in this place literally nothing matters bc 'Hey, it's Heaven. There are no consequences, because everything is perfect you hear me?!" Like, nothing they do there will have any sort of impact on anything ever again, because it's not life. You know, the one thing Dean wanted and fought for? A life of his own; to make his own decisions? No strings on him? Yeah, Dean never got that and since everyone is aware that where they are is Heaven he won't have one. Ever. It's just eternity of 'happiness' - but what does that even mean? We watched Dean for 15 years, we know him and we know how his happiness looks like and it isn't this. It just doesn't feel right.

And then there is Sam, Sam who outlived his brother, who apparently abandoned the bunker, his legacy, hunting and married a woman who wasn't Eileen, which just doesn't sit right with me. And he was probably miserable for a long time, or maybe even until he died, seeing as when he does die and reunites with Dean he is the same age he was when Dean died, implying this was the time where he was happiest.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad the Winchesters find eternal happiness or whatever, infact I genuinely hope that's what it is and that it's just me overanalyzing and I have to just have to wrap my head around it, but in the end you can't tell me Dean dying young and Sam living his life being miserable without his brother, both away from the inner core of their family is what they wanted. Let alone the fact that Sam will not be the person Dean remembets once he does show up in Heaven. Sam will have lived...what... roughly 50 years without his brother, maybe more? Probably realizing more than once that he has gotten older than Dean would ever be? Probably constantly reminded with every good thing that happened to him that his "happy end" isn't so much his own but how Dean imagined it as his happy end and that Dean didn't even get to see it happen?

So many things about this episode made me mad and made me hurt. To me this isn't a good ending, not for the show and not for the characters and certainly not for a huge group of fans.

In the end what this whole episode and especially Dean's death say is: Everything you do will still end with you dying as if you were inconsequential to the story. You will be back at square one like all your experiences don't matter and I sure hope you have blood relatives because damn, love of any kind doesn't mean squat if you don't share blood.

And for a show like Supernatural where the characters defy fate at every turn to get a chance to write their own story... for Team Free Will ...what sort of message is this?

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If you made it to this point thank you for reading. I'm sorry if this upsets you. Take it with a grain of salt. Like a lot of other people I'm hurting at the moment and I just needed this out of my system in hope of one day being able to rewatch the show and watch all the characters develope without this tight feeling in my chest because I know where it ends.

I love this show and these characters and I wished it ended differently. Or maybe I just wish it didn't end at all...

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #15x20 #15x20 carry on #supernatural spoiler

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redxblueihateloveyou · 5 years ago

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Oh great one who has given me life through your recommendations, I am ready for the bromance recs if you would be so kind.

ahahaha xD I’m always ready for this

okay, so here’s the continuation of the good anime bromances (1st part is here if smb needs all the gays):

10. Fukigen na Mononokean.

This is kinda with a feeling of “Natsume”, cause it’s also a slice of life with yokais (and a gay exorcist lol). So here Ashiya who accidentaly helped a spirit and it clung to him and started sucking his life strength so he asks for help the exorcist (Abeno-san), but he doesn’t have any money to pay so he’s forced to help him with his job. It’s a classic duo where one pretends that he doesn’t care while he cares too much and the other one is clingy hyperactive who will melt the other’s “stone-cold” heart. Of course with or without debt Abeno’s not gonna let him go, bc he’s far too gone xD

11. Tegami Bachi.

This is like one of the most touching and beautiful animes ever. I’m forever in love with it. I don’t not why it’s not officially a BL, but okay. Do you know the “Snow Queen” fairy tale? With Kai and Gerda? This is like gay version of that love story, but with a great plot. So this anime is about people living on earth without a sun, they have 3 areas of living (for poor, middle and rich) and between those areas live giant insects that eat peoples hearts (like suck all the love and leave them an empty shell). And there are people who risk their lives by delivering letters between areas. They have special weapons to fight the insects, but when you fire it, you fire a piece of your heart, so you can’t waste to much of it, otherwise you’ll be soulless.

Gauche is one of the best at delivering letters and once he got to deliver a boy Lag (yeah, people can be letter too lol) to his relative because he lost his mom; during the journey they go from hate to actually enjoying spending time together, and Lag seeing how brave Gauche is promises that when he grows up he will also deliver letters and they part ways with a hope to meet again, but sadly when Lag returns to train for the job and tries to find Gauche, turns out that he went missing a long time ago in duty, and most ppl are sure that he’s dead or an empty wessel. But Lag strongly believes that he can bring him back. So it’s a story about losing a heart and how you can love so much that it’s actually enough for both. How he found Gauche who lost his memories but gained it back cause POWER OF LOVE BITCH and how Lag didn’t care whether he’s Gauche or “Noir”, he loved him either way.

It gets really angsty but it’s of course with a happy ending. And the anime is like super great, all the stories are great and characters are AMAZING. There’s also a possibility of the second ship, cause I really love Zazie and how he calls Lag “his little kitten”, but he knows that Lag only sees Gauche so its kinda sad xD He was like “he loves you assshole, put your fucking gun down” xD but he truly did

And man, it’s gorgeously drawn, they’re all waaaay too pretty and the winter theme. It’s Christmas soon, so you all should watch.

12. Tanaka-kun is Always Listless.

This is a comedy + slice of life. About a guy who loves to sleep and lazy af and his “husband” who loves to take care of him and actually loves him the way he is. It’s super cute and warm and funny. It’s just a rare thing when somebody really loves you the way you are even if you’re a vegetable (very nice, but still a vegatable) xD And I wasn’t joking about “hubby”, he really did say that he wants to marry him in the anime. And he carries him in his arms during the whole thing haha

13. Zetsuen no Tempest.

The motto of this anime is literally “bros before hoes” xD I was pretty shocked with the way it ended, I was expecting the hell and got the heaven, I’m still shocked lol

So it’s about a guy (Yoshino) whose girlfriend was killed and his best friend Mahiro who was also in love with that girl (not as much as he was with Yoshino tho, but later about this xD). Yoshino knew that Mahiro was in love with his girlfriend (she also knew and played with his feelings) and they both were hiding their relationship from Mahiro. After her death they both caught in the war of magicians, trying to find out the truth about her death. About the journey of Yoshino questioning his sexuality while looking at the naked Mahiro, Mahiro defending Yoshino with his life and your ass lit on fire being scared as fuck that now that they’re together the truth about the past will ruin them forever and to the most amazing ending ever - Mahiro doesn’t give a fuck what Yoshino did, he can forgive him everything, cause he is the most important person in his life.

It’s also classical from hate to love (when they were assholes to each other and were forced to be together when they were little was so funny xD).

And the funniset was the flashback of Yoshino’s dead girlfriend who has said to Mahiro: “the most perfect girlfriend for you would be Yoshino” and Mahiro chocked on the watermelon. I died lmao. The level of the gay panic in this anime is way too high.

Tbh beside the relationships the plot of this anime itself is very original. And the animation is gorgeous.

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Okay, so I hope you’ll enjoy this batch too. Do come back for more when you’re done :)

#answered #anonymous #anime #gay

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hyunsracha · 6 years ago

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your world — han jisung

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summary: jisung was a lover, not a fighter.

han jisung didn’t like to fight.

he was kinda weak and didn’t know how to throw a punch :/

when you first met jisung, you thought that he did fight.

you didn’t want to assume, but you couldn’t help it.

he only wore black and had tattoos trickling down his arms. he Also had a lip ring...but you later learned that was fake.

he dropped out of school bc Fuck That.

but he told u that he didn't fight ! he just ……… stole things sometimes

jisung, showing up at ur house: hey baby i got u some snacks !!!

u: did u steal those >:( jisung if u stole those we’re going to the store RIGHT NOW so u can apologize >:(

jisung, handing u the helmet that he bought for u: can’t u just let me be a good boyfriend

you were the only person he was whipped like that for :/// if anyone else told him to return the stuff he stole he’d tell them to go fuck themselves

but just the thought of u being upset with him :(((( broke his heart

jisung always said that he was a lover, not a fighter.

you always called him dumb and rolled your eyes when he said that, but on the inside u were kinda glad :////

u had a friend who was dating jisung’s friend minho and they told u that it fucking SUCKS when ur boyfriend shows up at 3am all bloodied and bruised.

so at 3am when jisung showed up on your doorstep, bloodied and bruised, you nearly had a heart attack.

the knocks on your door had woken you up from your Beauty Sleep, but once you saw your boyfriend and one of his best friends you went into PANIC MODE!!!

“hey- hey- y/n calm down-”

“FUCK YOU CHRIS DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!!!”

apparently. a lil gang from another school had found them when they were doing typical bad boy stuff-

“???”

“like yanno … hanging out in an alley, smoking-”

“JISUNG WAS SMO-”

“NO!!! jesus…. let me finish my story.”

and these other dudes just JUMPED THEM !!!

like skz are little tiny boys they’re Very Weak they got their Asses Kicked.

some members, like changbin (although he is short he is Very Buff) or hyunjin (long.) or felix (also tiny, but is a taekwondo Legend) were able to hold them off for a little while, all nine of them kinda got their shit rocked

even chris, who was standing in front of you with blood coming from . every orifice on his face .

“okay.” you said, pulling your boyfriend from chris’s arms into yours, “and you didn’t think to take him to a Fucking Hospital.”

“i DID! he said no! he said he wanted to spend his last moments with you-”

“LAST MOMENTS???”

“god. you’re both so dramatic. you’re perfect for each other.” chris rolled his eyes, “now if you’ll excuse me, i have better things to do, like go to a Fucking Hospital.”

you close the door, wasting no more time and dragging jisung’s weak body to your bathroom. you pushed him down - gently - onto the closed toilet seat.

you had a few first aid kits in your house, mostly bc jisung wasn’t the Best on his bike. you’ve handled many cuts and scratches, but nothing like this.

you take this moment to finally look at him and assess the damage.

he’s staring back at you, his eyes only half open. but you assume that’s all he can open them.

his lip was busted, and he had a large gash on his cheek. his arms were covered in various bruises, but that’s all you could see.

“c-can you lift your arms, sungie?”

jisung nodded, slowly lifting his arms above his head, wincing the whole way.

you grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up slowly.

“fuck, jisung. what did they do to you?”

“is it bad?”

“um!” you didn’t want to worry him, “no-”

“you’re lying, aren’t you?”

“i am. i really really am.” you folded his shirt, setting it on the sink. you would wash it later. he has shirts here.

you sighed. his stomach was painted with a mix of red, purple, and blue. that couldn’t be good.

“do you need my pants off too?” when you looked back at his face, he was smirking - or at least trying to.

“are you- are you trying to be fucking cheeky with me right now, han?”

“is it working?”

“no.”

“fine,” he sighed, “i think i have a few cuts on my legs. get out for a second.”

“get- GET OUT? jisung. i need to fix you up. i can’t leave.”

“fine!”

there was nothing Intimate about this moment. yeah, he was taking off his pants, but you were worried out of your fucking mind.

and he was right. there were cuts on his legs. in particular, a really long one that ran halfway down his thigh.

you let out a groan, deciding that That was what you were going to clean first. you took rubbing alcohol and a pad, mumbling a quick apology to the boy before going in.

he whined and pouted like a fucking Baby, but he was a big baby most of the time, so you didn’t even flinch.

you started off cleaning and patching up all of his smaller cuts, and pressing soft kisses around his bruises because you know it makes him happy.

and you’d do anything to make him happy, especially when you know he’s in a lot of pain like this.

but you waited to do his face, because he was Extra sensitive there and would demand More kisses.

“i don’t know what i can do about your stomach, sung.”

“who cares?”

“what the- i care, jisung.”

“listen to me, baby,” jisung grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer. he wrapped his arms around your waist, propping his chin on your stomach as you looked down at him, “i don’t really care if i die. i’m here, and you’re here, and that’s all that really matters to me.”

see, that was something you never understood about jisung.

he was so determined to have a future, and he was talented enough to have one. but he also...didn’t care?

if there was an opportunity for jisung’s life to be in danger, he would take it.

he said he was just Living In The Moment, but he seemed a little extreme about it.

“or. i could just take you to a Fucking Hospital.”

“baby,” he whined, “i don’t wanna go to a hospital. they’re scary. if i’m gonna die, i’m gonna die. i can make sick beats for jesus.”

“and what makes you think you’re going to heaven?” you giggled, pushing his arms away so you could go back to your first aid kid.

“because i already have an angel down here on earth with me.”

you blushed, but hid it with an eye roll.

“okay, cheeseball. let’s work on this face.”

you made sure you were extra careful with his face, especially his eyes.

he was Definitely gonna have a black eye, and the thought of it made you pout.

you moved the pad away from his face, watching his eyes wandering around your face, the fondest of smiles gracing his cracked lip.

and then you thought back to his stomach, and oh god what the fuck were you gonna do?

and then you had the thought of losing him.

losing jisung, your rock. the boy who had you head over heels from the first day you met. the boy who picked you up on his motorcycle and took you anywhere, no questions asked. the boy who sat with you and listened to you stress over exams and college, even though he couldn’t relate to any of it. the boy who meant the whole world to you, and you couldn’t imagine life without your world.

unbeknownst to you, you were crying at this point.

“hey, hey, hey, what’s the matter, baby?” jisung’s hands came up to hold your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“you’re so fucking dumb jisung, getting your ass kicked like this.”

“well, it wasn’t really my intention, baby.” he smiled.

jisung feels bad.

really, really bad.

he woke you up at GOD knows what time and he’s bleeding all over your floors and he’s bruised to hell and he feels like he’s dying.

i mean. he doesn’t know what dying feels like. but he Assumes it’s this.

it’s hard to keep his eyes open and he feels so, so weak. he just wants to go to sleep.

but you! you were his angel and if he was gonna go to sleep, he wanted you to really, truly, deeply know how he felt about you.

jisung had read somewhere (yes, he reads) that you could put all of your feelings for a person into a kiss.

so he tried that!

and you could feel it.

he tasted like blood and rubbing alcohol, but you could feel it.

every time jisung kissed you, you felt sparks, fireworks, the whole shebang.

but this one was special. he was kissing you like it was the last time he was ever going to be able to, because he felt like it was.

you knew it wasn’t, but you didn’t really mind how breathless a kiss like that made you.

then he smiled at you, small but blinding, and closed his eyes.

“god, jisung, you really are something else, huh?” you whispered to him.

jisung was fucking HEAVY when he was asleep.

dragging him to ur car was like dragging 18 million SANDBAGS.

ok not that heavy but ur Dramatic ok.

that was one of the scariest drives of ur whole life!

it was silent, so you could listen to him breathing.

the doctors took him in and fixed him all up (and some of the nurses had to help u steady ur breathing).

you sat in one of the annoyingly uncomfortable chairs next to his hospital bed, your knees pulled up to your chest as you waited.

there was nothing seriously wrong with him, but he did have a broken pinky.

how u didn’t notice before? i dunno man u were more worried about the Crime Scene on his belly.

which was fine!

jisung was fine!

he was kinda grumpy when he woke up though >:(

“i told u i didn’t wanna come to a hospital >:(“

“and I Told You i didn’t want you to die.”

“u never said that :)”

“i don’t think i have to say i don’t want the love of my life to die i think that’s implied-”

“i’m the love of your life? :D”

you scoffed, reaching over and flicking his forehead lightly.

“bite me, han jisung.”

yes, he was the love of your life. but you wouldn’t give him the pleasure of hearing that.

don’t worry, he knows.

and besides, you’re the love of his life, too.

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writtenbybigoceans · 5 years ago

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Lost to the night

AN: I really have no idea what this is or where it came from. It’s kind of another punk!reader imagine bc i love that for some reason. It almost gets a little smutty in the middle, the smuttiest any of my writing has ever been. @honeyrosemuffins this is what I was talking to you about last weekend lol.

Synopsis: Shawn can’t escape his life, no matter where he runs. A chance meeting at a club changes this, and he realises maybe he doesn’t need to run.

He knew it wasn’t a good idea, he knew that he wasn’t making the most responsible choice, but he honestly just didn’t care enough to stop. He was twenty-one, he was going to enjoy himself for one night without thinking about how it might look.

Shawn didn’t remember getting to the club, or what it was called, or where it was but he did know it was the best place on earth. Everywhere, bodies writhed under technicolour lights in time to the thumping bass, flashing in and out of being with every flicker of blue and red and green. Their faces seemed alien too, contorted with shadows and black paint and shiny metal that caught the light. He didn’t care; He was electric. And then a familiar chord progression radiated through the room, through him, snapping him out of his dizzying trance.

He couldn’t escape, not even here. One thought echoed through his hollow body, replacing the warm buzz that had been flowing through him moments before. Get out.

He shoves through the crowd, not trying as hard as he probably should to dodge and weave between people. But he doesn’t stop to apologise or look back, not even when he’s at the edge of the dance floor. He spots a bright green exit sign glowing like a beacon just past the bar and barrels towards it, shouldering it open and tumbling out onto the street outside.

Finally, silence envelopes him like a cocoon, punctured only by the distant rumble of engines. He sucks in a deep breath, feeling the cool air brush over his red-hot skin, and lets it out in a deep sigh. Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok. He runs a hand over his face and through his hair, savouring the darkness behind his eyelids. Ok.

“You right bud?” The voice startles him and he whirls around. He’s not on the main street, he realises, but in a dimly lit beer-garden type space, lined by a low wooden fence and bench seats. And he’s not alone either. A girl is leaning against the wall beside the door he just barged out of, a lit cigarette perched between her fingers.

“Yeah, yeah all good,” he answers breathlessly. “Just needed a second to cool off.”

“Fair enough,” she answers, her dark eyes flickering over him. Shawn can’t stop himself from doing the same to her. She’s wearing heavy black boots that swallow her leg up to her knee. The sliver of her right thigh he can see is marked with sharp lines of black ink, trailing up under the hem of her dark skirt. Her lips are blood red and her eyes, Shawn thinks the breath had been knocked out of him for a moment. They’re dark as the night sky, like two black holes that beckon him forwards.

“You want one?” she asks suddenly, snapping him out of his second trance. He frowns in confusion and she raises the lit cigarette.

“Oh, ah, no. I don’t really smoke.” He shoves his hands into his pockets rocks back on his heels, watching her nod and raise the tiny cylinder to her lips to take a final puff before letting it fall to the ground and crushing it under one chunky heel.

“Good, they’re fucking disgusting. I can only ever do it after I’ve had a few drinks.” She meets his eyes again and he feels their inexplicable pull once more, like he’s a mere planet to her blazing star, unable to resist gravity. She gives him a long considering look before speaking.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t seem like the kind of person who would normally come somewhere like here.”

“What kind of person is that?”

“I don’t know, there’s at least a minimum of three facial piercings and dragon tattoo.” Her eyes fall to the guitar on his arm, exposed by the sleeve of his shirt. “Or they’re just a little sketchy.”

“So, you’re asking what a nice guy like me is doing in a place like this?” he asks with a dry smile. She shrugs, returning the look. His next breath is long and slow as he considers his answer. Say too much and give himself away, or say nothing and lock it away?

“Maybe I’m not as good of a guy as I look,” he answers after a beat of silence. Her eyebrows flicker up in disbelief.

“Now that I find hard to believe.”

“What would it take to change your mind?” he asks, taking a step towards her. She doesn’t move except for her eyes, those eyes that keep making his heart stutter. He’d played his hand, now it was her move.

“At least buy me a drink first,” she rolls her eyes and giggles and Shawn feels himself smirk. He ignores the flicker of his heartbeat at the sound of her laugh.

“Done,” he says, moving towards the door. She grins devilishly at him as he holds it open for her, stepping past him. Almost as soon as she sets foot towards the bar she freezes, so quickly that he nearly crashes into the back of her. His hands quickly grasp her waist to stop himself and she’s spinning back to face him, her own hands landing on his chest.

“You know what, I have tequila at home and that way we don’t have to listen to the crappiest dj set on the planet,” she leans up close to his ear as she speaks to be heard over the music and as she does the scent of her perfume engulfs his senses. His hand slides around her waist as he leans closer, drinking in the feeling of her body so close to his. His nose brushes the shell of her ear, tickled by a strand of hair that had escaped her ponytail.

“I think that technically counts as you buying me a drink,” he murmurs and feels her breathy chuckle against his neck.

“I’m sure you’ll repay me somehow.”

Her hand slides into his as she twists away from him, tugging him behind her. There’s no crashing and barging through people as they leave the club this time, and Shawn doesn’t even notice the song playing over the speakers. All he can focus on is the electric feeling of her hand in his.

“Nice place,” Shawn says, taking in the small living room. Behind him, Y/n shuts the door and tosses her keys into the plate on the table beside it.

“Sorry it’s a bit of a tip, my housemates think mess counts as decoration.”

“You have housemates?” he turns to look at her, taking in her appearance under the overhead lights. Her hair is green, he realises with a jolt, a deep jade green that catches in the light as she moves. She turns her onyx eyes on him, peering up through her lashes as she replies. Shawn can feel his body lean forwards, his own eyes darting from hers to her impossibly plump lips.

The cab ride here had stretched out for what felt like an eternity with her tantalisingly close to him but untouchable. And here she was again, so close but still not close enough.

“Not tonight,” she replies with a quirk of her lips. “They’ve gone away for a few days, so I have the place to myself.” She takes a slight step forward, stopping just centimetres away from him. “I really don’t like playing games.”

That’s all it takes for Shawn to sweep forward, one hand sliding around her waist, the other cupping her jaw as his lips finally meet hers. She tastes faintly of tequila and cigarettes and feels like heaven. There’s no hesitation in how he kisses her, no teasing, feather-light touches or toying, and she can’t get enough of it. Her arms wind around his neck, drawing him endlessly closer and her fingers slide through the silky curls at the nape of his neck. A shudder rolls through him and he breaks away from her lips only to mouth over her jaw and plant a row of kisses down the sensitive column of her throat. Her fingers slip down his chest, undoing the buttons there one by one, revealing tight, toned muscles with every button loosed. He shudders again when her hand slides over the bare skin of his side and he pauses his ministrations to murmur against her skin.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“First door on the right down the hallway,” she gasps as his hand slides up her leg and hitches one knee over his hip, nipping at her shoulder.

“Jump,” he commands. And for the first time in a very long time, she yields. He lifts her easily, spinning them both around to walk down the hall. He opens the door without breaking stride and lowers them both down onto the bed, his enormous body completely covering hers.

“Can this come off?” he whispers, nudging the strap of her dress down to expose her shoulder.

“Only if this does,” she replies, tugging on the front of his shirt. He chuckles against her lips, kissing her again quickly before sitting up. He rids himself off the shirt quickly, tossing it to the floor before turning back to face Y/n. The only light in the room is lamplight from the street outside that spills across the bed, illuminating the room just enough to see. He feels like the breath has been knocked out of him.

The dress is gone, revealing a set of black lacy underwear and a matching bralette and the intricate lines of black ink that curl across the skin of her thigh and sternum. That combined with the way her hair had been mussed from lying down on the bed had an indescribable effect on him.

“Wow,” he breathes. She laughs softly and rolls her eyes, shuffling over to him and climbing onto his lap.

“What are you ‘wow’-ing at when you look like that?” she whispers against his ear, ghosting her lips over the edge of the flesh and down his jaw. His eyes flutter closed as she brushes a sensitive spot just below his jawbone, leaning his head back to allow her better access. It’s then that a stray thought wanders across his mind.

“Hey, I never even asked your name,” he hums as her tongue darts out over the same spot, barely biting back a moan.

“Mmm, you didn’t.” She sits up, her eyes dodging his. “I didn’t ask yours either.”

“It’s Shawn,” he tells her. She nods slightly. Her lips remain tightly pursed. “Is no names part of the deal or something?”

“No, or, I don’t really know.” She lets out a sigh and sits back from him properly. Her hands twist in her lap. “I’ve never done this kind of thing before. I don’t have ‘a deal’.”

“Really?” he blurts out before he can stop himself and mentally smacks himself when he sees the frown twist her features. “You just seemed so confident, that’s all.”

“You know, fake it ‘til you make it,” she sighs, glancing at the window, then down at her own hands. “I’ve only ever had sex while I’ve been in a long-term relationship, so I don’t really know how to have meaningless sex. Ugh, God, why am I telling you this?” She squeezes her eyes shut and huffs out a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“It’s ok,” Shawn murmurs, rubbing a hand over her thigh. He chews over his next words for a moment before uttering a sigh of his own. “I can’t remember the last time I had anything meaningful with anyone. Not even sex, just anything.”

“What do you mean?” she mumbles after a moment, opening her eyes but not meeting his. He leans back, resting both his hands behind him and chewing on his lip. The buzz and warmth of the last hour since he met her drains out of him and those thoughts that he had been trying to hard to escape roll in like thunder clouds. And he couldn’t explain what it was about her, maybe that they were both barely clothed in a darkened room, or that she had just confessed something so personal to him, but he wanted to tell her.

“I’m in a fake relationship. We do everything a couple does when we’re around people who might see, but it ends there.”

There’s a pregnant pause as his words sink in. “How does that even happen?”

“It started off real, we actually liked each other. But then other people realised how ‘beneficial’ it would be for both of us, I guess. Then we went public and everyone was super supportive of making sure everyone knew we were dating.” He picks at the edge of his fingernail with his thumb. “I don’t know when we stopped being a real thing but eventually it was like we were putting on a show all the time, even to each other. Neither of us knows how to get out of it.”

“Just break up?” she suggests tentatively.

“It’s not just a relationship, it’s a business transaction. We’re both gaining too much from it to stop.”

“A business transaction?” She frowns even more, leaning back further to look at him fully as if this is the first time she’s really seeing him. “Are you a reality tv star or something?”

“No,” he says, unable to stop the amused smile that breaks across his face. She hadn’t recognised him at all? Maybe he was further from home than he realised. “No, I’m a singer. I don’t think my life is interesting enough for reality tv.”

“A singer,” she repeats. “In a semi-fake relationship, for what, PR?” she asks and he nods stiffly. She considers for a moment, glancing down at where his hand still rests on her thigh, his swallow tattoo resting over her thick black dagger tattoo.

“Well, I don’t know if I can help you,” she says eventually, breaking the long stretch of silence and snapping Shawn out of his trance of watching her.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think I can give you anything meaningful at the same time you’re giving me something completely meaningless.”

Shawn blinks at her words, a surge of hope cresting in his chest like a wave. She was still here, still just a few centimetres away and she wasn’t going anywhere. As gently as if approaching a deer in the woods, he reaches up to cup her jaw with his tattooed hand, coaxing her eyes back to him.

“You don’t have to give me anything,” he whispers. She leans into his touch slightly, her eyelids fluttering as he draws his thumb over her bottom lip.

“You don’t have to give me anything either,” she murmurs back. His other hand slides around her hip and tugs her closer to him so her chest is flush with his. Her hands grip his arms as he does do, one hand dancing over the butterfly on his left bicep. He takes her in, her green hair, black in this light, and her impossibly dark eyes, the delicate curve of her lips barely a breath away from his. He wanted her so badly it ached. He closes the distance between them, brushing his lips lightly over the corner of hers.

“But I want to,” he murmurs against her mouth, pressing his lips to the spot at the edge of her mouth. She turns her head to capture his lips in a long, slow kiss. He almost misses her whispering her name against his ear as he lifts her with one arm and turns them over so he’s hovering over her. Her fingers hook into the band of his jeans, tugging at them in a silent urge for them to be gone. He complies, ridding himself of the last of his clothes and her with her’s until they’re both completely bared to one another. They move together, becoming one under the spilled golden lamplight.

When Shawn wakes, he’s alone. There’s no sign of Y/n and the sheets are cool beside him. His clothes are still where he tossed them last night, his jeans and shirt scattered on the floor beside the bed. Her dress is there too, black as night in the morning sunlight.

He drags a hand down over his face and rubs the lingering grogginess from his eyes. He didn’t remember falling asleep last night or meaning to. The last thing he remembered was flopping down beside Y/n and her laughing breathlessly as they both came down from their highs. He remembered her rolling over to look up at him, one arm tucked below her head, the other reaching out to push his curls back from where they had flopped over his face. But that’s it.

Careful of the tenderness of his head and the fuzziness in his limbs, courtesy of all the of the alcohol from last night, he pulls his pants back on. He makes his way out of the room and down the hall.

A tantalisingly delicious smell wafts towards him the closer he draws to the room, accompanied by the sound of sizzling and someone humming under their breath. As he rounds the corner, he’s greeted with Y/n standing at the stove, her back to him. Her hair is scooped up on top of her head in a messy knot, and she’s only wearing a long black t-shirt that ends just below her bum. In one hand, she’s holding a spatula that she taps to the beat of whatever she’s humming. Shawn has to stifle the soft laugh that bubbles in his throat at how cute she looks.

“Morning,” he says instead, grinning as she spins around, eyes round with surprise.

“Good morning,” she replies, a small smile lifting her lips. “I was going to bring this in to you to wake you up.”

“You need me up and gone, do you?” he jokes lightly, rounding the counter to lean back on it. She rolls her eyes and smiles at him.

“Yeah, that way I’ll have my bed back and I can get a few more hours of sleep without having to dodge the giant hogging all the space.” She flips the pancake cooking in the pan and sets the spatula down. “Do you want coffee? There’s some in the pot.”

“Where are your cups?” he asks as he nods.

“Cupboard above it.” She points and he grabs one down, pouring some of the rich black liquid into the cup and refilling hers where it sits by the stove.

“Sorry for hogging your bed,” he murmurs as he does, leaning down to press a kiss to her neck, right in the tiny sensitive spot he’d discovered last night. She almost imperceptibly softens back against him, letting his free arm wind round her front and pull her back against him.

“You’re forgiven,” she says, picking up her cup. Shawn smiles and leans forward to watch the pancake cooking. This felt strangely natural, as they’d been doing it for forever. They weren’t strangers who met in a bar last night, something else had happened between them. They were connected in some way that he couldn’t quite pinpoint, let alone tell how it would end. If it would end. All he knew is he liked having her in his arms while they cooked pancakes.

His phone buzzes in his back pocket. He’d forgotten to take it out last night and for a moment he worries about how hard he let it fall on the ground the night before. Picturing a shattered screen, he reaches back to pull it out, but not before it buzzes again.

Several messages pop-up on his thankfully unshattered screen, more than normal for 8am. He almost doesn’t read them, assuming they’re just work things, until another comes through.

It’s a photo, something small and too dark to make out in the preview. It’s the writing with it that sends a bucket of ice water through his veins.

Bae: I’m going to kill you if Andrew doesn’t get to you first.

He quickly opens the message and clicks on the photo and feels his entire body go numb. It’s slightly blurry but he can make out himself in the clothes he wore last night. In the photo he’s leaning forward, turning his head to the side to say something into the ear of a girl. Y/n. One arm is wrapped around her waist and there’s absolutely no doubt that there’s something going on between them.

“Shit,” Shawn whispers. Y/n turns, a frown on her face, and glances up at him. He doesn’t meet her eyes at first, opening another of the messages, this one from his manager.

Andrew: What the hell is wrong with you? This is damage control beyond anything you can even imagine.

Attached is a link, a link which Shawn clicks with a numb thumb, cold dread gathering in his gut. It opens on an article from a tabloid with the same photo and a bold, black and white headline splashed across the top.

Pop-sensation Shawn Mendes photographed canoodling with mystery girl in club. Does this spell the end for the favourite couple of the summer?

Y/n is staring up at him, worry creeping into her features with every passing second. Wordlessly, he holds the phone out for her to see, watching the shock and horror wash over her.

“Wait, what does this mean?” she asks, turning properly to face him. Shawn sinks back against the counter, shoving a hand into his hair.

“It means I’m in deep shit,” he sighs. This was going to be a nightmare. “You should be fine though; your face isn’t in it.”

“No, Shawn,” she says, scrolling further down the article. “I saw my ex in the club last night, that’s why I got us to leave so quickly. He was standing right where this photo was taken.”

“What are you saying? He took the photo?”

“Even if he didn’t, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell everyone who I am.”

“Shit,” Shawn mumbles, pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes. He can feel the panic slowly rising up in his chest, the inescapable crushing pressure closing in. “Shit, I’m so sorry.”

“For what? My asshole ex being an asshole?” she says with a dry laugh. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Her hand closes around his wrist, gently tugging his hand. “Look at me, Shawn.”

He relents, letting her pull his hand away from his face. She presses her forehead against his, her breath tickling his chin. It soothes him slightly, takes his mind of the shit-storm about to wreak havoc on his life.

“I have to go and deal with this,” he murmurs. She nods, pressing her lips into a tight line.

“I know,” she sighs softly. “Do what you have to do.”

“I wish I could stay here forever,” he confesses, voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” She sighs again, squeezing her eyes shut before opening them and letting go of his wrists. He steps back and steels himself, turning back to her room. He pulls his shirt on quickly, not really bothering to check if he looks presentable.

The room had been sunny and warm when he’d woken, now the sun has risen an inch and turned warmth into blazing over-white light that illuminated every crack and crevice of the room, exposing it to the scrutiny of the world. The safe golden space of last night is long gone, burned up in the light of day.

“I’ll see you,” he says as he passes back through the kitchen. She turns from the pan and nods slightly. Overcome with some emotion he couldn’t name, he strides forward into the kitchen right up to her. She stares up at him, her mouth popped open. He leans down, slow enough she can stop him, and brushes his lips over hers, savouring the feeling of her against him as if it might be the last time. It might be. “You gave me everything last night.”

She blinks her eyes open, meeting his again. He doesn’t know if she’ll say anything in response but she does.

“Please don’t let this be the last time I can.”

He bites down on his lip but nods, giving her a final peck and turning to leave, walking straight toward the fury of the storm awaiting him. There would be no running for an escape this time.

#shawn mendes #shawn #fic #shawn mendes imagine #angst #fluff #smut #?#lost to the night #writing

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svtegg · 6 years ago

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dad!svt (hyung line)

seungcheol:

three kids...he wants more though.....whew

two boys n a girl

minjae, 12, a charmer like his dad, looks exactly like him

rowdy, loud and yells all the time

loves football and is naturally good at most sports

when he went to a cafe with his dad he ordered for his dad and when the barista gave him a confused look when he ordered a double shot dark roast ice americano he said

“i’m not young i’m just really short” making seungcheol who stood five steps behind his son bust out in laughter

chorong, 10, a tomboy who idolized her older brother and wants to do everything he does, she also plays football

her focus is worse than her brothers though so she always finds herself doing other stuff while pretending to play keeper

but don’t tell him that bc she doesn’t want him to know

she’s a very independent woman and gets very agitated when someone tries to help her with what she’s doing

taeoh, 6 BUT HE’LL HAVE YOU KNOW HES 6 AND A HALF actually

a total mamas boy and seungcheol will never admit how jealous that makes him

taeoh is a calm soul and tends to be a little shy

enjoys nature and animals n prefers playing with sticks and rocks over plastic toys

seungcheol is a stressed out parent....kinda like a stereotypical movie soccer mom

stressing over the shopping list at the grocery store n you just have to take a hold of his forearm to tell him that it doesn’t matter if you get taeoh red or yellow socks for his school talent show next week because taeoh is 6 and he doesn’t care

loves his kids more than anything in the world and is extremely supportive and encouraging

isn’t very strict but does have house rules, chores and routines and treats every one of his children with respect and love

almost never gets angry or worked up....only when the kids fight or hurt each other will he slightly raise his voice to assert his authority

but always ends his lectures with an i love you and a big hug

the “that’s my kid!!” type of dad

so so proud of his clumsy, messy and comical children

cheered for chorong when she did a handstand in the goal in the middle of a match

the rest are under the cut...

jeonghan:

“two” children

a two year old son

and another on the way

you don’t know the gender yet but!!! he’s very excited to meet his second child (it’s also a boy shhh it’s a secret)

his son is named haneul and he turned two on the 3rd of may

jeonghan calls him hannie though, passing on his own nickname to his son heheheh

he’s a smart kid

jeonghan taught him all the colors and is very proud of that

when jeonghans mom comes over jeonghan will always pester his son to get him to say all the colors

“what color is this, hannie?” he would ask, pointing to the emerald green mat on the floor with an exited voice

haneul would just give him the stank eye and go back to playing with his wooden moomin figurines

a total daddy’s boy he loves his dad so so much and jeonghan rubs it in your face constantly

hannie co sleeps in your bed,,,,and lemme tell you....that lil boy is wild as fuk,.,.,.hes basically doing acrobatics in his sleep...ends up splayed across both you and jeonghan, cheeks squished into your chest and feet resting on jeonghans stomach

jeonghan is a more hands on parent, always keeping an eye or a hand on his boy at all times

anxious when haneul goes to daycare for the first time

a little over protective almost breathing down the child’s neck when he’s playing with his blocks on the floor

you have to tell him to calm down and give your kid some space to explore a little

calms down a little when the other child arrives bc he finally realizes that he won’t have time to protect his children from every potential booboo

still spoils his kids rotten and leaves it to you to be the strict and stern parent

he doesn’t tolerate any backtalk or attitude however and will discipline whoever it was that gave attitude right away

always reads bedtime stories, even when the children are almost teenagers and whine at him to just get out of their room already

joshua:

two daughters

elisabeth, age 9, her korean name is eunchae

elisabeth’s nickname is ella and both you and joshua never call her by her full name unless it’s to be assertive

ella is an artistic soul and loves to draw and paint, shes a little diva and wants everything her own way

but she’s a sweet girl down deep, clinging to her parents at every chance she gets

emelia, age 5, her korean name is eunbi

emelia has a lot of pet names, she’s the little sweetheart and always sucks up to her parents (josh loves it)

emelia is a little more shy than ella, and follows her sisters footsteps carefully

both the girls look exactly like him, the cat like mouth and the kind eyes copied from his body and onto their faces

both the girls have almost golden toned black hair if that makes sense....

joshua is a gentle parent, letting his girls do their thing while watching from a few steps

he loves exploring with his girls and taking them to parks and zoos and botanical gardens to teach them different animals and insects and flowers

the girls really like superheroes and they will make their dad play avengers with them on the suspension bridge on the playground

he will always have to be hulk and his girls will be captain marvel and groot

is a loving and sensitive father who is very open and emotionally available to his girls

has set house rules, bed times and is very respectful when asserting authority

never raises his voice to his children but guides them with an impeccable patience

the girls have their own bedroom but they often end up in your bed during the night...emelia frequents your bedroom most though

has hearts in his eyes when he watches his kids do anything

that adoring soft smile that makes the edges of his eyes turn up covering his face

jun:

one son

4 year old chaohua......english name...joshua

(yes joshua cried when he found out)

chao may only be 4 but he’s already as handsome as his dad

he’s the most adorable child ever

the kindest soul to ever walk the earth

he loves cuddling and would be content for a good hour just curled up in the corner of the sofa with one of his parents or uncles

he’s already lost his one front tooth and is very proud of it

likes watching cartoons!! especially old pokémon episodes

jun’s so loves animals...all animals,,,and when he found out meat cane from animals he refused to eat it...so now i guess jun is a vegetarian bc of the puppy eyes chao gives him whenever it’s dinnertime

when walking anywhere with his son, jun has to stop every five minutes so that chao can pet a dog or talk to a bird that’s trotting along the sidewalk

the little boy squatting down with his hands around his knees to carefully speak to mr.dove....but mr.dove is clearly a city pigeon

also always nagging his dad for a cat

chao is very good at swimming and jun takes him to his swimming lesson every week without fail

jun is v supportive and sits on the benches along the wall to watch his son

isnt really scared for chao bc he knows his child is careful and smart

so let’s him do what he wants most of the time

jun convinced you to let chao co sleep with you and he still does that

you had to get a bigger bed but no one is complaining because chao is such a cuddle bug it’s a win for everyone

basically chao is just as kind and gentle and loving as his father

and chao being born made jun grow up a little...he’s still goofy happy junhui but he’s just 10 times more loving n doting....towards his child that is

wonwoo:

two sons

twins

taewoo and wonseok, both 5

both complete opposites but still a match made in heaven

wonseok is a carbon copy of wonwoo, even his personality

while taewoo is a carbon copy of just wonwoo’s face

wonseok is quiet, thoughtful, neat and incredibly smart while taewoo is rowdy, loud, messy and lot of fun

wonseok is braver than taewoo however and this way they balance each other out perfectly, one being the life of the party while the other evens out the energy levels a bit more

wonwoo loves his kids so much

his stoic and mysterious image being completely thrown away the second he hears one of them squeal out a loud DAD!!!! when he walks through the front door of your house

the twins are v often perched on either side of his hips, or clinging onto his back as best they can

they love their dad and thinks he’s the coolest person on the entire planet

beside from Captain America©️ maybe

wonwoo is a strict parent, expecting his sons to behave and treat each other with kindness.,,..,,.,,.,,...most of the time

they’re twins so ofc they get on each other’s nerves

wonwoo doesn’t mind a little fighting and crying from the boys....as long as they make up after

otherwise wonwoo would sit then down and have a discussion with the two of them

and bc of this the boys are extremely mature for their age,,,again.,,.,,...,,,most of the time

but they’re wonwoos greatest pride and he loves them so so much

wonwoo will often play board games with his sons,,,,sometimes he becomes a little too invested

taught wonseok how to play checkers and now he almost never gets peace from the little boy who’s constantly asking to play him again

taewoo just wants to play spider-man...which is basically wonwoo lifting the boy up and holding him up to the roof so he can pretend to walk on it...while screaming at the top of his lungs in happiness

he can’t handle bedtime though and so you and him always put them to bed together

soonyoung:

he’s been busy

he has a one year old boy....

and a 3 year old girl

and one on the way,,,,no one knows the gender yet shhhh (it’s another baby boy but i didn’t tell you that)

daehyun and hanbyul

he’s the biggest softest dad ever and cries at every first

cried when hanbyul said her first word...which was apple for some reason

cried at daehyuns f

cried at daehyuns first steps

cries when his child cries

keeps a list on the fridge of funny things his kids say

is super stoked and excited every time his kid learns a new thing, showing it off to every uncle one by one

is also completely on top and updated on what disney characters your daughter likes recently

knows exactly what stuffed animals his son likes and always knows what he needs when he starts fussing

he knows his kids so incredibly well its almost like he can read their minds

plays dress up with byul all the time, his favorite princess is elsa

you would often find him in the signature Dad™️ pose (the lying in the floor supporting yourself in your forearm) on hanbyuls bedroom floor with a tiny elsa costume on smiling like an idiot at your daughter who was explaining how to drink tea like a princess

a whole idiot for his kids, literally in love with them would do anything for them

spoils them rotten and makes sure theyre always happy, healthy and laughing

will never get tired of bouncing his son on his knee just to hear him laugh

his kids adore him just as much back

soonyoung almost has as much energy as his toddler daughter but will often go down as well at nap time

basically having kids with soonyoung is like raising and extra kid (him)

jihoon:

1 daughter

she’s just as badass as him

theyre best friends like actual best friends

she’s already turning into a little sassy savage princess

her name is youngsun (or just sun)

jihoon calls her sunnie or ms young

she’s currently 7 years old, and she has NO front teeth so she has an adorable lisp

she’s good friends with joshua’s girls

the little lady is very well behaved and always listens very well....jihoon likes to think this is bc he raised her to think for herself and respect and treat people like she wants to be treated herself

even though she’s jihoons daughter she is still a little cuddle bug and will savagely call her uncles out in their bull while resting her head on their chest

she’s very small, probably inheriting jihoon height lmao mingyu teases her adoringly by calling her teeny while she jokingly pouts up at her beanstalk uncle

jihoon treats his daughter like an equal, and bc of this they have a very special bond

jihoon and sun often discuss and exchange opinions on various subjects like adults and many people are impressed by how articulate and eloquent the young lady is

but she’s also a mischievous little lady and often pulls pranks on her parents or uncles,

hiding from them and scaring them when she thinks they aren’t looking and then running away with the loudest most adorable giggle leaving her toothless mouth

of course everyone just pretends they get scared but she doesn’t know that and thinks it’s the most hilarious thing

youngsun has a very strong bond with uncle mingyu and uncle seungkwan

the three of them often pairing up to scare jihoon while he’s working on something or spaced out in his own world

sometimes jihoon gives in and plays harry potter with his daughter, pretending to have dueling battles in the kitchen with chopsticks as wands

jihoon would be on the floor yelling out VINGARDIUM LEVIOSAAAAA

and you would be sat in the living room reading, laughing to yourself

you never in a million years pictured this would ever happen

basically jihoon is a very good dad and his daughter loves him,,,you could say she’s a daddy’s girl

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disasterdeacy · 5 years ago

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Forbidden Fruit Part 2 Teaser

A/N: here’s the teaser for part 2 of Forbidden Fruit! The book Y/N is reading from is “Lady Chatterly’s Lover” and it’s... spicy.

Warnings: 18+, Infidelity, Age Gap, No Keep Reading bc Mobile Sucks and I’m currently at LAX, also not edited or formatted bc again, I’m at LAX.

"Read to me, if you don't mind"

Brian's words are as soft and gentle as his eyes, making Y/N blush harder than she had the night before.

There was just something so intimate about the way he was sitting with her, arm loose around her shoulder, head nearly leaning against her's.

She couldn't help but let out a little laugh at his eagerness, her heart fluttering like the hummingbird that had been keeping her company all morning.

"Are you sure? You might find this kind of book a little boring."

She's teasing, knowing that the paragraph she was about to start reading was anything but boring.

His laugh mingles perfectly with the calls of a morning bird, making Y/N's blush deepen as he places a delicate kiss to her shoulder blade, voice warm and teasing when he speaks.

"If I'm not mistaken, this little book was banned for obscenity and indecency for 30 years darling..."

His lips are suddenly less sweet, harder, needier...

"So I sincerely doubt that this is going to be a boring read.."

He smirks into her neck, his own heart beating like a bat in a birdcage

"Besides... if it means I get to hear your voice, I could listen to you read a phone book Y/N."

The way he says her name, barely a whisper, more of a plea to hear her voice than anything else.

She blushes hard under his gaze and the feel of his lips on her skin, stammering a bit as she begins to read.

"His body was urgent against her, and she didn't have the heart anymore to fight..."

Her voice hitches in her throat, Brian's teeth had decided to make an appearance as she started to read.

"She saw his eyes, tense and brilliant, fierce, not loving. But her will had left her. A strange weight was on her limbs. She was giving way. She was giving up..."

Brian's hand inched its way from her knee upwards, grazing the delicate skin of her inner thigh.

"B-Brian, what are you..."

Y/N trails off, voice breathless, eyes glassy with arousal. It's not like she didn't want this, god did she want it, but they were on his back porch, and his wife and kids, including her goddamn best friend, could just waltz out at any fucking moment... and she was pretty positive that seeing his father with his hands up his best friend's skirt wouldn't have the most positive impact on Jimmy

Brian chuckles into her neck, his calloused fingers dangerously close to her naked core... fuck, she really should've worn panties.

"I'm going to make you regret what you did last night baby girl... making me cum twice in less than 10 minutes.. giving me your soiled panties to sniff like a dirty fucking slut..."

His voice is so calm, steady, and had it not been for the context of his words, Y/N would've thought that he was just asking what she wanted for breakfast.

"If you stop reading one more time, I'm not going to let you cum honey.. got it?"

For a threat, it was whispered awfully soft and kind, but Y/N understood perfectly and just nodded her head, chest heaving, legs spreading involuntarily.

Her voice is shaky as she continues to read.

"She had to lie down there under the boughs of the tree, like an animal, while he waited, standing there in his shirt and breeches, watching her with haunted eyes..."

Brian's fingers are extremely close to her dripping core now, gently running along the crease of her inner thigh. It takes everything in her body, every single ounce of self control and restraint in her body to keep her from ceasing her reading.

"He too had bared the front part of his body and she felt his naked flesh against her as he came into her. For a moment he was still inside her, turgid there and quivering. Then as he began to move, in the sudden helpless orgasm, there awoke in her new strange thrills rippling inside her."

Brian moans at the words that Y/N was reading, how soft and weak her voice was. Fuck, she was the epitome of an angel, a creature sent to earth to bring good will to man, and based on the way his cock was training against his shorts, begging to be touched by the soft skin of Y/N's hands.

"Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite and melting her all molten inside. It was like bells rippling up and up to a culmination. She lay unconscious of the wild little cries she uttered at the last. But it was over too soon, too soon, and she could no longer force her own conclusion with her own activity."

Y/N squeezes her eyes shut right when Brian's fingers finally slip inside of her sopping wet cunt, the noise obscene and completely out of place against the soft morning glow that was cast against the two.

She keeps reading though, the threat of Brian not letting her cum prevalent and weighing heavily in the back of her mind.

"This was different, different. She could do nothing. She could no longer harden and grip for her own satisfaction upon him. She could only wait, wait and moan in spirit and she felt him withdrawing, withdrawing and contracting, coming to the terrible moment when he would slip out of her and be gone."

Brian can't help but let out a hard moan against Y/N's neck, sucking the area behind her ear as hard as he possibly could, almost as hard as her cunt was clenching down on his fingers. She felt like heaven on a Saturday morning, tight, wet, insanely hot, and unlike anything he'd ever experienced in his 51 years of living.

Her legs were completely spread wide, cunt on display for the whole world to see if they so pleased. Brian had to resist the insatiable urge to drop to his knees in front of the swing and suck the juices that were running down his hand straight from the source... but he knew he couldn't do that, he couldn't risk Anita or any of the kids running downstairs and seeing him eating Y/N's young right pussy.. no, he had to be smart, disciplined..

"Whilst all her womb was open and soft, and softly clamouring, like a sea anenome under the tide, clamouring for him to come in again and make fulfillment for her."

Much like Lady Chatterly herself, Y/N was close, so desperately close to cumming around Brian's fingers, her walls clenching him like a vice, desperate to be pushed over the precipice.

Yet, she never stopped reading, even when Brian's fingers sped up, free hand moving to grope her breast through her dress, and his teeth began to nip at her jugular, she persisted.

"She clung to him unconscious in passion, and he never quite slipped from her, and she felt the soft bud of him within her stirring, and strange rhythms flushing up into her with a strange rhythmic growing motion, swelling and swelling til it filled all her cleaving consciousness, and then began again the unspeakable motion that was not really motion, but pure deepening whirlpools of sensation swirling deeper and deeper through all her tissue and consciousness, til she was one perfect concentric fluid of feeling, and she lay there crying in unconscious inarticulate cri-"

She clenched tight around his fingers, book falling to the ground as her arms reached over involuntarily, wrapping themselves tight around Brian's shoulders, mouth wide no noise escaping her throat despite the obvious throws of pleasure she was experiencing.

She knew it was cliche, to say that she saw stars, that she felt her entire body constrict into itself... but she did, his fingers were still inside of her, pressing hard into her g-spot, prolonging her pleasure.

Brian's lips halted their harsh assault on the young woman's neck, instead opting to place gentle kisses to the area, not wanting to overstimulate her too much.

He couldn't remove his fingers from inside of her if he wanted to, her muscles still clenching him tight as her upper body went limp, her head dropping to his chest, mouth open and heaving heavy sighs against his exposed armpit.

"B-Brian.. I.."

Before she could even get a word in, the sound of pots and pans clanging together in the kitchen caused the two lovers to spring apart, Brian's fingers slipping from Y/N's cunt so fast it made her head spin.

By the grace of whatever deity was looking down on them, Y/N somehow managed to fix her skirt, grab the book, and look semi presentable by the time Emily darted out the door, wide smile on her face.

"Dad! Y/N! Anita wants to know what you want for breakfast."

They both breathed a sigh of relief that it was only Emily, because had it been any other member of the May family, the flushed faces, heaving chests, and general disheveled appearance of Y/N and Brian would've given them away.

Brian just smiles, hiding his glistening hand behind Y/N's shoulders.

"Whatever she's making would be lovely honey, just go tell her to make sure to cut Y/N up some of that cantaloupe we bought yesterday!"

Emily giggles and nods, running back inside to yell her father's words at his girlfriend.

Y/N lets out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding in as soon as the door closes, dropping her book back against the patio as Brian lets out a loud rumbling laugh.

She jolts at the sound before joining him, completely dumbfounded that what had just happened actually happened..

"Mr. May, I swear to god, we're going to get caught if you're not careful..."

Her eyes are wide, full of mischief and excitement.. she loved this, the whole forbidden nature of their relationship, or whatever they could call it.

The risk that they were taking was a big one, and the fear of getting caught was only making her want it more.

Brian just laughs, leaning over to place a chaste kiss on her lips, hands moving to cup her cheeks.

He winces a little when he realizes that his fingers are still wet with her cum, frantically pulling them away from her to try and wipe them on his shorts.

"Shit, I'm sorry love, you probably don't want that o-"

His words are cut short when Y/N reaches forward with lightning quick reflexes and grabs his wrist, pulling his soiled fingers into her mouth where she licks every single drop of herself from him, eyes never leaving his.

Brian almost cums right there, watching this beautiful young woman do something that he hadn't seen done in 30 years.

He lets out a little whimper, making the young woman smile when she grazes her teeth over the long digits as she moves to stand, her free hand reaching into Brian's shorts, squeezing his cock before turning her back and walking towards the patio door, pausing for a second to send him a teasing wink.

"Be a good boy today Mr. May..."

Tags: @meddows-taylors @toomuchlove-willkillyou @brianmayoucease @leah-halliwell92 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @mariekuuuuuh @unofficialbillnye @stephydearestxo @goodoldfashioned-rogerboy @danamaleksworld @dereones98 @glasgowkisschelseasmile @awkwardangelshezza @bellamy1998 @psychosupernatural @warren-lauren @womanwithahotdogstand @oujiacallme @simonedk @queen-see-ya-in-valhalla @sam-mercurry-sixx @toomuchtellyneck @asgardianvamp21 @crazylittlethingcalledobsession @amore-libre @marvelstuck @softboydeacon @a-queen-on-her-throne

#queen #brian may #bohemian rhapsody #brian may x reader #brian may imagine #brian may headcanon #brian may x you #1998 Brian May #my writing #forbidden fruit

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eisforeidolon · 5 years ago

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How would you rank all of the show's showrunners? I've been thinking about it and I immediately went with Dabb being worst but then I really sat down to think and make sure it wasn't just because he's the most recent so his mess ups are the most fresh. And I genuinely do believe he is the worst, just bc most of the worst lore-breaking stuff has happened under him, the pathetic gimmicks, the dead weight, the overall lack of actually caring about the show...he's done so much damage.

I agree that Dabb is hands down The Worst. I think there have been at least some questionable decisions for all of them, but I honestly don’t think any other part of the show remotely compares with the shallow, arbitrary, farce-driven incoherence of seasons 12-14. In terms of both the breadth and depth of ineptitude - badly fumbled arcs, inconsistent and awful pacing, dumb fan service decisions they clearly did not think through, obvious characterization fails, utterly random fluctuation in the powers of beings & mcguffins to force things along a set path - and all of it in bulk. So far as I’m concerned, every one of his seasons collapses unsatisfactorily under its own weight as it run-stumbles through the last couple episodes. He just doesn’t seem to write plotlines so much as he writes moments of random high dramallama or moments he thinks are “cool” and then haphazardly strings them together expecting the audience to just create their own underlying narrative to make it actually work and not be stupidly OOC (or just plain stupid). Some months ago I did a complete rewatch from beginning to then-current and there are a lot of things I’ll complain about from earlier seasons, but there is no part of the show I find just as purely unwatchable as Dabb’s years - he’s an overachiever at sucking.

I don’t think putting Kripke first is a hard decision for me either. I do think he had it easier than everybody that came after because he had less previous lore to keep track of or worry about either repeating or contradicting. It was also his concept from the beginning, not somebody else’s he adopted. Still, while I think the first three seasons are tighter than four and five, he at least put in clear effort to tie things together with some explanation when he changed course and fumbled the continuity and he ultimately tells a reasonably coherent story. Another factor of him definitely winning out over Dabb or Carver is that he left when he was out of ideas, instead of hanging on going through the motions, figuring out season by season what to do because the show was still there and $$$¯\_(ツ)_/¯$$$.

I’d rank Gamble over Carver, though I’d put her closer to him than to Kripke, probably. I think Gamble had a lot of trouble figuring out how to be a showrunner, and the arc path she chose for season six was not a great transition from Kripke’s run. He basically laid out what the aim of each season was in the first episode or two, and then she tried to run a series of mysteries. By the time it was clear what the main arc actually was, the season had already spent too long feeling directionless and random for the audience in comparison to what came before. As for seven, while I don’t hate the leviathans as much as a lot of people do, they did feel just a little ridiculous and not as menacing as we were meant to find them. Despite that, there are a lot of individual episodes in those seasons I really like and I do appreciate that she was at least willing to try different things and expand the world out in new directions. Of course, there’s the obvious element that, as the person with the shortest tenure, she also had the least time to screw up. Therefore I feel it’s not entirely fair to rank her significantly higher than Carver. If she’d stayed on for a longer span of show, she may have learned to balance better and ranked up with or above Kripke, really expanding the show into something new but just as good! Or instead she might have gone further off the rails in terms of too much change too fast and ultimately been a contender for Worst Ever.

My complaints with Carver start in the exact opposite direction of my issues with Gamble - I feel like he wasn’t willing to make particularly bold choices. He latched back onto generic angel & demon conflict and drove that train straight into the ground and kept right on going towards the center of the Earth. I give him some leeway because it does make sense heaven and hell would be so disjointed after the apocalypse failed and so many major players were put out of commission - but he ultimately made both sides banal and nigh interchangeable. If it was maybe plausible, it still wasn’t particularly entertaining to revisit season after season after season. I also feel like his tenure is where the show seriously started to cross over from being a supernatural show with some soapy drama elements to being a soapy drama with some supernatural elements. He tended to choose what he wanted to happen and then force the characters into doing it regardless of whether it made sense rather than letting who the characters were shape how they acted. Furthermore, he just couldn’t seem to get over the idea that Sam and Dean had to constantly have some source of internal personal conflict on top of the external issues and thus be lying or fighting over something major every season, even if he had to jam in that source of conflict with a crowbar operated by a ham-hand for the dramallama. It’s not that the showrunners before him didn’t do some similar things, it’s that he kept on going in the same track further and further, never stepping back and looking at the show as a whole to realize it was in danger of reaching circular parody-of-itself levels. His run was also the part of the show where continuity became easily disposable, to the point where it not only wouldn’t even get a hand wave explanation if they contradicted previous canon on a major point, but it would occasionally be thrown out by a lazy writer for convenience in an individual episode. And you know, maybe that would have happened to at least some extent under any showrunner a decade in? But he was still the one at the wheel when it did. So far as I’m concerned, what Dabb is doing is just continuing on from what Carver had already gradually allowed the show to become, but with even less writing skill and fucks to give than Carver had. Then again, Carver took a lot of shortcuts and made a lot of choices I didn’t care for, but I usually felt like he at least had some overarching plan and direction with forethought behind it.

#askboxery #writer incompetence #negativity for ts #long post #anti dabb #anti carver #showrunner comparison #Anonymous

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shkspr · 5 years ago

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Uuuh please tell us about your love triangle fic concept???

okay i am SOOOOO sorry for how long this got fdkjlfdljk i literally just copy/pasted a bunch of rambling i did in the discord several months ago and i guess it was more rambling than i thought. anyway long version below but if you want the short rundown of the Dynamics at play in this love triangle, read these posts and these short funnies:

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gabriel and crowley bonding over what a bastard aziraphale is? while still also hating each other a lot? chef's kiss. very jacob & edward in that tent in eclipse

even if az could carry on some sort of Thing with both of them at the same time it still wouldn't be a two hands situation it would be like. crowley has both of az's hands and also his heart and mind and soul, and gabriel gets to occasionally be near him

gabriel: So, Aziraphale, Wh - / aziraphale: [checking his watch] listen do you want to fuck or not because i've got shit to do

gabriel can kiss my ass with the sole exception of how delightfully stupid he is. i have taken him under my wing and made him a big gay idiot instead of the big rude idiot he is in canon.

az & gabriel only works for me in the scenario where gabriel is enthusiastically into az & az puts up with him on occasion when he's bored and horny. there's no romance or even friendship potential there

i like to think that az and gabriel used to have a friendly workplace rapport and gabriel was actually one of the least unbearable angels to be around during the rare times when az had to interact w/ other angels face-to-face but then when az started to recognize his feelings for crowley and his distaste for the way that heaven handles things, he started to kind of pull away and gabriel noticed and that's when he was like wait do i like aziraphale? and then he tried to talk to az about it and az was like oh. uh. hmm. i don't think so, honey.

and gabriel did not like being turned down and over the years watching az & crowley together he's just gotten more and more bitter to the point where he's now an insufferable douchebag but especially to aziraphale bc they both try to pretend none of that ever happened but they both Know and it's super awkward and gabriel covers for it by being even more of an ass.

i'm also imagining like. aziraphale giving in to gabriel and allowing something physical to happen right after he's had a big fight with crowley. like aziraphale trying to convince himself he doesn't need crowley, he's got plenty of other people to fraternise with, obviously, and he's trying so hard to not be heartbroken that he edges a bit too far into Emotionless territory, starts something with gabriel and he's cold and not nice about it but gabriel wants it so bad and aziraphale needs a distraction and neither of them are aware of what it means to the other.

gabriel is so wrapped up in the angelic notion of being worshipped and praised that he doesn't understand why aziraphale doesn't want that, because he'd give him that, he'd sit through every magic trick and he'd clap and he'd love it and he doesn't get it! he doesn't get that aziraphale is fundamentally a person and he doesn't want a partner who worships him he wants someone who knows him and loves him and tells him when he's being embarrassing and when he's being ridiculous and when he's being a bastard.

gabriel is... a fan. gabriel is a Fan of aziraphale when aziraphale needs a Friend.

we've talked about aziraphale and gabriel having this fucked up unrequited crush casual sex thing and that being why gabriel is so personally hurt by aziraphale's betrayal, right.so i'm imagining gabriel being like. well, this is the end, right, aziraphale's going to be gone, forever, and he's angry but he's spent enough time around humans and around aziraphale to know what regret is, and he knows he'll regret it if he doesn't say something.

so he just nips in before the whole hellfire deal, just tells the others to wait in the hall, i just need to have a few words with the traitor before he dies. and he goes in and. confesses? yells? cries? propositions him, one last fuck for old times' sake?

only like. that's crowley. it's crowley and he looks like aziraphale and gabriel thinks he's aziraphale but he's crowley.

and i'm imagining in this scenario, crowley never knew about the thing between gabriel and aziraphale, never found out about it because aziraphale was always too ashamed, and crowley and aziraphale still haven't let their six thousand years of tension come to a head, so now crowley's finding this out and he has to react as if he's aziraphale and then proceed with the whole not-dying thing

crowley tears up a little bit and he says something appropriately bitchy but his voice breaks on it just a bit and gabriel is like. oh maybe he gets it! does he get it? does he understand how hard this is for me? finally?? and then everything is Wrong and he's like i don't know i don't know what's happening i don't know what to do

but the whole time crowley’s dying on the inside, trying to convince himself that gabriel was fucking with him, gabriel was just saying things he thought would get aziraphale upset, none of that actually happened. but he's not very convincing. and then when they see each other again, what is he supposed to do? is he meant to pretend he didn't find this out?

and with aziraphale decidedly not dead, what is gabriel going to do with the fact that he poured his fuckin heart out? sure, heaven and hell are going to leave them alone, for a bit, but gabriel is different, isn't he? surely, he thinks, he must be different. and with aziraphale not dead, now he has to actually process all his feelings, and decide how to proceed with their not-relationship

so like. big angst on gabriel's part, HUGE angst on crowley's part, aziraphale caught between a rock (an archangel who hates him but also loves him and also wants him dead and also wants to keep casually fucking him and also wants to marry him a bit) and a hard place (a demon who's been in love with him for six thousand years and just inadvertently found out that he's been sleeping with someone else for several hundred of those years and is deeply, deeply hurt over it)

gabriel pictures crowley and aziraphale down on earth, laughing at him, mocking his unrequited feelings, or he pictures them happy together, never thinking twice about him at all. and he thinks about how aziraphale never really wanted him, never wanted anything to do with him, was always just using him and he knew it on some level and he let it happen because he needed to be near aziraphale. and he thinks, surely a demon can't love him the way i can, surely he doesn't have the pure and bright and clean love inside him that i have. does aziraphale need him, the way i need aziraphale? is that what's going on here? and then he dreams, he wouldn't call it dreaming but he dreams of rescuing aziraphale, even though he knows that's not what he wants, he knows that aziraphale has something with crowley he could never have with gabriel, but he can pretend, he can hope, that aziraphale might open his eyes someday and see him there.

and aziraphale being sort of. not afraid, per se, but. he must know, on some level, that gabriel's feelings for him are a big part of the reason he's alive. and he doesn't want to crush gabriel, because he doesn't want to be cruel, but also because he doesn't want to burn that bridge, as tenuous and reluctant a bridge as it is, because he doesn't know what will happen if gabriel really truly gets over him and decides he doesn't care if aziraphale dies

and az is like. it's just practical, crowley, i don't see what the issue is. and crowley is like..... he has FEELINGS, angel.

crowley's like....... i'm literally The Authority on being in love with you, and i say this from six thousand years of experience: it fucking sucks. loving aziraphale and not being loved back? or, not knowing if you're loved back? it's the worst pain imaginable, and i wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, and you know i'm not exaggerating because gabriel is literally my worst enemy.

az: excuse me, my love, my sweet, my dearest one, are you fucking siding with gabriel over me? / crowley: i'm just Saying, i can empathize with his plight / az: empathize with my plight for a moment, please, imagine gabriel never fucking leaving you alone, ever. / crowley: i don't leave you alone either! the only difference is that you love me back! that's not his fault!

az: crowley you don't understand.... he's so enthusiastic about everything, it's so irritating. / crowley: angel what are you talking about. / az: he practically BEGGED me to let him eat me out. Ugh. / crowley: y. you. what? he. you're upset because he wanted to? go down on you? w. what??

aziraphale is so hurt and when he's hurt he gets defensive and so he's trying to justify how he's treated gabriel, while crowley's deep deep deep in his own mind, remembering every time he's been a pest in the same way that aziraphale has just admitted he hates

eventually aziraphale pulls enough teeth that crowley explains it fully: "everything you've said you hate about gabriel, that's all stuff that i do, that's all me. i follow you around, i ask questions, i care about appearances, i act like i know everything, i don't like to eat, i want to be near you all the time. and you've just told me that's unbearable. that you hate gabriel, because he's exactly like me."

and aziraphale softens, softens so much he's practically a puddle. looks at crowley with the biggest, most pitying eyes. and he doesn't feel like he can properly characterize what makes crowley so different, so unlike gabriel. because it's true, he has to admit, those similarities are there, but he's never wanted crowley to go away. he's never wanted crowley to want him less.

gabriel's questions are... judgey. even when he doesn't mean them to be. even when he wants to learn, for real, about humanity, to get closer to aziraphale. his questions are always... they have this undertone of "i don't understand this, but that's only because i have been worrying about more important things." and when aziraphale tries to explain food to him, or alcohol, he just doesn't get it. and he tries his best to pretend that he could maybe be on his way to getting it, because he thinks the not getting it is the biggest obstacle between him and aziraphale, but he'll never get it and he doesn't really want to?

when crowley asks questions, it's because he's thought about it. it's because he's thought about it a LOT and he needs now to talk about it. and aziraphale likes that, because when crowley asks him a question, he's not looking for an answer, he's looking for. a conversation. and a bit of support. when crowley asks a question, he wants aziraphale to tell him yes, it's okay to be unsure about this, i'm unsure too, let's work it out together. but when gabriel asks a question, he wants aziraphale to tell him you are good for wanting to know this, and here is a straightforward answer.

#long post -#sex t --#gomens #Anonymous

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velvet-tread · 6 years ago

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so revisiting octavia blake (especially after what we’ve seen of her in s5e06 tonight)... what’s your understanding of octavia blake, in relation to bloodreina and also as one of the most disliked characters in the fandom?

TW – there follows some discussion of abuse so if that is one of your sensitivities, I wish you well and recommend caution with what follows. Are you asking if I still stan Octavia now she’s Blodreina? Because the answer to that is complicated but basically yes. For clarity: stanning, to me, doesn’t involve nailing my colours to the mast and then contorting myself into ever more unlikely shapes to justify every single thing my fave has ever done. It’s possible to love and emphathise with a character, while also acknowledging the terrible things they’ve done or are. Maybe I don’t need to tell you this, but maybe others need to hear it: don’t let ANYONE shame you for loving Octavia. And by that I mean if someone tries, just tune them tf out. They don’t get it, they never will. They aren’t worth your time and energy. Let that truth set you free. So yeah, I still love Octavia, with all her flaws and her sharp edges. I can’t love Blodreina, but while Blodreina is certainly Octavia, Octavia is not Blodreina. Blodreina is the very worst of Octavia. Spoiled, demanding, hard, judgemental, imperious, unyielding, cold, unempathetic and very, very violent. She is the culmination of the story of a non-person, disempowered and locked up under the floor, coming into being and being handed a sword. And power. So much power. She is a product of necessity. She is an amalgamation of Jaha’s lessons, Indra and Kane’s guidance, Kara’s support and Gaia’s teachings. She has a god complex which, imo, can only go the way of Mount Weather. By which I mean it will probably consume everything in its path before blowing to smithereens and taking at least one of our faves down with it. But while Blodreina is certainly real, let’s not get carried away with OCTAVIA IS REVEALED AS FOR THE MONSTER SHE’S BEEN ALL ALONG. Deep breaths everyone, and maybe a sip of water. Blodreina is a persona who enables Octavia to carry out the most monstrous of deeds (hi Jaha!) and live with it. Has Octavia drunk the Blodreina Koolaid? Most certainly. But Octavia embracing her worst is not the same has Octavia being the worst. Also see: Bellamy season 1 and season 3a. Would you look at that A PARALLEL WE LOVE PARALLELS. Blodreina serves a purpose for Octavia-of-the-butterflies too. Because this show is this show and we are never more than a few monologues away from “love is weakness”, Blodreina is also a protective casing that locks away Octavia’s grief, her pain and her misery, her loneliness and self-loathing, along with her vulnerability and empathy. It seems super obvious to me that Octavia’s personal journey this season, apart from trying and presumably failing to keep Wonkru intact, will be about disassociating herself from Blodreina. And that, probably, won’t come without falling spectacularly from grace and facing her pain, and reckoning with the things she’s done. Also see: Bellamy seasons 1-4. Huh. What happens when the exoskeleton crumbles? What’s underneath? What will Octavia-who-washed-Lincoln’s-wounds, come to think about Blodreina and the things she’s done in the name of her people? How will she confront the agony of being Octavia Blake, naked, piteous and vulnerable, the girl under the floor who was denied existence?

I want these things for Octavia. I want the narrative to subject her to the most abject moral scrutiny because that is what you should want for the characters you love. It’s what makes them interesting. It’s what makes them matter. ALSO SEE BELLAMY FOREVER. Now I’ve been in this fandom long enough not to expect many others to see it this way. We are balls deep in moral monochrome here in the Bellarke fandom, and while that gives me pause for a sip of tea and a short prayer to the patron saints of patience, it’s not a situation that anyone can change, least of all me. And why would I? People are free to engage with the show how they want, as long as they stay in their lane.

And look, I get why some people can’t see past some of her sins. I, too, have characters that I dislike with varying degrees of rationality. But objectively, Octavia’s level of moral turpitude is at about the same level as any of the main characters. That’s just a fact. People’s personal preferences, while as valid as any other preference, are just that: subjective opinions. Where I start to sip my tea and raise my eyes to the heavens is when people start presenting their subjective opinions as objective FUCK YOU AND YOUR INBOX truth and thanks but no. It seems to be fanon lore now that Octavia is unempathetic and…it just makes no sense. This is the girl who was filled with wonder at Earth, who refused to let Jasper die even when everyone in camp wanted him to. She saw the humanity in Lincoln when Bellamy, Clarke and Raven could not. She saw the humanity in humanity when all anyone wanted to do was kill each other until they burned in Praimfaya. Wonkru exists because Octavia inspired them with her faith in them. The only way it begins to make sense is when you consider Octavia’s actions through the prism of Bellamy’s experience – which 8/10 is how the BC fandom at least views the show. (Also valid btw. I also project onto my faves! Bellamy among them! But see above for subjective opinion vs objective fact.) With Bellamy, the lack of empathy is real. Octavia, or at least the Octavia of seasons 1-4 high key struggled to see Bellamy as a fully realised person with desires and feelings of his own. But, while this sucks for Bellamy, from Octavia’s perspective it is entirely understandable. No matter how young Bellamy seems to us, to Octavia he is her parent figure. How many of the people on here haven’t put their parents through hell from time to time? I shouldn’t have to point out the bleeding obvious here, which is that teenagers who care deeply about animal welfare, trans rights, LGBTQA+ rights, poverty and climate change can also go through phases of being absolutely fucking awful to their parents. Often, that’s because in our world, teens are subjected to an unholy amount of pressure with which they struggle to cope, and the overspill of that hurt lands on the people responsible for them. It doesn’t make them bad people. And, yes, that can, occasionally, tip over into emotional and, more rarely, physical abuse but we don’t usually call it that. We call that “teenagers being fucking awful” and I am 100% sure that this is the context the writers room is working from. Do I think it’s acceptable, or justified? Hell no. But it’s important to take these narrative threads in the context of the real-world understanding of the people who develop them. This show isn’t created in a vacuum. Now work the scenario I outlined above into a post-apocalyptic landscape with 2x traumatised victims of systemic injustice, one of whom was locked up by the other because of that injustice. Yeah. What is so interesting to me is that the blind spot Octavia has wrt Bellamy – the blind spot that denied him access to the empathy she showed everyone else - has come into play again now she’s Blodreina, but in a different way. After 6 years of having everyone kowtow to her, and after vowing not to love, suddenly Octavia is making concession after concession for her brother at huge personal risk to herself. It might not seem like that to us, or to Bellamy (and legit! I get why, from Bellamy’s POV), but to Octavia it must seem like she’s trying SO HARD to give him what he wants within the framework of what she thinks is achievable. Consider love is weakness. Consider that she throws herself into his arms on sight, in full view of all of her people. Consider being the arbiter of life and death for 6 years. Now consider Bellamy asking her to trust him. She does and is rewarded with a sonic blast. Bellamy delivers her an ultimatum about Echo, and she concedes. She fucking concedes! When has she ever willingly conceded on anything and ESPECIALLY NOW SHE HOLDS THE POWER OF AN EMPEROR? It’s fairly obvious from the Blake siblings sparring session that Bellamy was the symbolic winner. He got through to her. Octavia NEVER forgives. But she offers Echo – the woman whose sins Octavia will never forget - a way out. When Echo and Bellamy refuse, does she banish Echo? She could do. She’s Blodreina. She’s used to doing whatever the fuck she wants. But, no. She accepts the alternative, and even helps Echo on her way. Yes, it’s brutal and Blodreina-y and serves a double purpose but still, she helps her. She’s not doing that for Echo. She’s doing it for Bellamy. No, she’s not doing it with a winning smile and a cuddle, but that’s not Blodreina’s style. She tries to thank him for saving them, in the only way she knows how. She reaches out, and he lashes out with cold anger. And perhaps it’s deserved. No, it’s definitely deserved, but GODDAMMIT that was a “you’re dead to me” level of cruelty. Can I just roll back a second and talk about how co-dependent the Blake sibs are? Cool. A friend (I can’t remember who, sorry) once said that Bellamy and Octavia carried their cage back down to Earth with them. And for seasons 1-4 that is absolutely what happened. They are spectacularly co-dependent. Bellamy depends on her to give him purpose, and a direction and reason to live. Octavia depends on him to absorb the overspill of her hurt, to push against, to take the blame for all of the ills in her life. It sucks for them both, and they’re TRAPPED, so terribly trapped, and neither is the other’s jailer but neither can walk away either. And just, what strikes me about the interactions we saw in the sneak peek for 507 is that maybe, FINALLY, Bellamy has broken free of their co-dependent relationship. He may not even realise it yet, but he has completely re-centred his world around Spacekru now. And I think, that if push comes to shove, he will prioritise Spacekru above Octavia, even if it hurts them both. It doesn’t mean he loves Octavia any less, but after 6 years of love and support and peace and quiet, Bellamy has broken out of the cage. Bellamy is free. Excuse me while I cry tears of joy. But Octavia isn’t free. Octavia hasn’t had 6 years of peace and support and love. Octavia’s life has been marked by trauma from the moment of her birth, and the trauma hasn’t let up for a single goddamned second it just keeps coming and coming and coming until all she has is her walls and an alter-ego and the hope that she can keep Wonkru together and her brother by her side. Believe me when I say that Octavia is still very much trapped inside the cage which Bellamy has now vacated. IT IS ALL VERY HEARTBREAKING OKAY. IT HURTS. So yes, I still love Octavia and I am ready to see her again when Blodreina falls.

#rach answers #octavia blake #Bellamy Blake #the blake siblings #Octavia positivity #pro Octavia blake

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marihadalittleann · 7 years ago

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Tagged by @mercymm what a pal, what a friend, what a cool goose

Rules: Answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people (i wont be tagging that many lmaooo)

— What was your last…

1. Drink: Bottle of water

2. Phone call: I think I Hayden, a frand and QP

3. Text message: Me boyfriend, to update him on my cats shenanigans

4. Song you listened to: Don’t Forget Me by Way Out West

5. Time you cried: uhhhh couple days ago over school I think.

6. Dated someone twice: ye

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: also ye

8. Been cheated on: yeah it sucks

9. Lost someone special: yeah, but not super recently.

10. Been depressed: woo boy howdy

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yeah too much red wine and me are enemies

— Fave colours

12. Navy Blue

13. Periwinkle

14. Mint Green

— In the last year have you…

15. Made new friends: yep

16. Fallen out of love: nop

17. Laughed until you cried: so many times

18. Found out someone was talking about you: nah

19. Met someone who changed you: yeah, for the better

20. Found out who your friends are: i be knowin that shit

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list: yee

— General

22. How many your Facebook friends do you know irl: I generally only friend people I know IRL bc unless prompted I don’t use facebook that often

23. Do you have any pets: Yeah, A maltipoo named Max that lives with my mom, and my cat Merlin. We briefly had another cat recently but he had to be put down bc health reasons.

24. Do you want to change your name: nah

25. What did you do for your last birthday: Went on a cruise B)

26. What time did you wake up today: 7am, I had lecture

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping or reading some yoi daddy kink shit bc im tharsty

28. What is something you can’t wait for: The job I applied for to come through, and summer break.

29. 29th question??? where ya be

30. What are you listening to right now: Kill Our Way to Heaven by Michl

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Mom’s boyfriend’s name is Tommy.

32. Something that’s getting on your nerves: How dirty my room is rn, and my lack of motivation to do anything about it

33. Most visited website: Tunglr, ao3, university class shit, and amzon for prom planning. I’m buying a 3 lb box of moss.

34. Hair colour: Brown

35. Long or short hair: Pretty short, but I need my sides clipped.

36. Do you have a crush on someone: probably??

37. What do you like about yourself: I make good food sometimes, and I’m very passionate about safe sex.

38. Want any piercings: I want my cartilage pierced at some point but probably after nursing school.

39. Blood type: A+

40. Nicknames: Mari, Merm, meme, Nurse McMurse, Nurse McMurder when I’m peeved, and Nurse McHearse (i resent that one).

41. Relationship status: In relationship

42. Sign: Gemini

43. Pronouns: She/her, they/them, he/him I don’t have a preference.

44. Fave tv show: Grey’s Anatomy or Broad City when I’m not being weeby

45. Tattoos: None, but I have a list of ones I want after nursing school.

46. Right or left handed: Right

47. Ever had surgery: Tonsils and wisdom teeth removed

48. Piercings: My ear lobes and my septum

49. Sport: Used to play softball, used to march flute, now I bike some when I can.

50. Vacation: I went on a cruise to the keys and Mexico around my birthday last year in May. It was super fun!

51. Trainers: what does this mean? I wear vans a lot?

— More General

52. Eating: I just ate a BBQ plate from cookout. Good stuff.

53. Drinking: Water with my meal, but now sparkling raspberry water. Luv that carbonation.

54. I’m about watch: Grey’s Anatomy. I’m rewatching for like the 3rd time bc it’s my feel good show.

55. Waiting for: My roommate to come back with ice cream

56. Want: a job pls im so poor

57. Get married: Maybe? I’m neutral when it comes to marriage.

58. Career: Nursing, most likely specializing as an OBGYN or in midwifery. All about that reproduction and sex education.

— Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses: Hugs, but forehead kisses are bomb af

60. Lips or eyes: Lips.

61. Taller or shorter: No preference.

62. Older or younger: Around the same or older.

63. Nice arms or stomach: don’t care.

64. Hookups or relationships: Relationships.

65. Troublemaker or hesitant: both somehow, I’m a shit lord and mom friend at the same time.

— Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger: Yep

67. Drank hard liquor: Also yep

68. Turned someone down: Yes sir

69. Sex on first date: Nope

70. Broken someone’s heart: I don’t know, but probably not?

71. Had your heart broken: A little

72. Been arrested: Nope

73. Cried when someone died: yeah, i’m a crier

74. Fallen for a friend: many

— Do you believe in

75. Yourself: I try

76. Miracles: Yeah, healthcare makes me want to at least

77. Love at first sight: Nah, I’m probably demi romantic though? Haven’t sorted that one out yet lmao.

78. Santa Claus: There’s probably someone named Santa Claus on this very earth.

79. Angels: Yeah

— Misc

80. Eye colour: brown, with some weird black spot things

81. Best friend’s name: Me squad is full of best frands

82. Favorite movie: Oh fuck I don’t know, Probably Batman: Under the Red Hood, but also maybe Kill Your Darlings.

83. Favorite actor: I don’t really have a favorite, but speaking of Kill Your Darlings, Dane Dehaan has a cool aesthetic going on.

84. Favorite cartoon: Voltron: Legendary Defender.

85. Favorite teacher’s name: My high school choir director/piano teacher. She helped me a lot with confidence issues, and is one of the best people I know really. She was kinda like a school mom, I love her a lot.

I’ll tag @dukecitrus, @spicyboifriend, @cookiesandcas, @lupcult, @elegaicsongstress, @baffledapple, or anyone else who’s just itching to do this.

#stuff #long post

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mcutrio · 7 years ago

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Movie Date [10]

Tags: @buckys-little-monster @imaginesofeverykind

That next day, Kat and Thor found themselves awkwardly attracted to one another. The situation that had taken part the day before left them feeling somewhat strange whilst talking to one another, especially given that their relationship was nothing more than mere strangers, or rather… coworkers. They got along well, their powers complemented one another, and though they may agree that one another was attractive, it wasn’t particularly a relationship that either of them had considered pursuing. Tabitha and Courtenay, in a whirlwind of both new found and old love, perhaps got a little too swept up and found themselves dragging Kat along in the drift.

However, she was willing to go along with it. For as long as she would last within the team, as much as she already seemed to be dwindling, she decided that she might as well have some fun with it.

She met Thor in the kitchen and dropped a Chinese menu pamphlet in front of him, spinning it so that he could read it.

“Now this right here is pure heaven in your mouth,” Kat announced, tapping the leaflet with her hand. “And as sad as it is, you have a much larger meal selection considering you eat dead animals. But… if we’re going to show you what food to eat, then this is where to start.”

“Right,” Thor said, looking at the pamphlet and flicking through it for a moment, “what, so you just summon them with this special code and they arrive at your residence with the food?”

“Something like that,” Kat nodded, grinning at his naivety towards earth and mobile phones. However, he wasn’t particularly that far off, which humoured her the most. “And once we’ve tried enough food to feed a small village, I’m sure I can throw in a couple lessons on cell phones and the like.”

“Cellphones?” Thor questioned. Kat lifted her mobile. “Ah, the devices you and your friends can’t seem to look away from. What’s so interesting about them?”

“Uh… it’s like an all-knowing book that also allows you to contact friends?” Kat shrugged, unsure as to how she should explain it to him.

Thor almost laughed. “I find that hard to believe.”

“You come from a world that we had no idea even existed, Thor. Why is it that a mobile phone has you stumped?” Kat shook her head, scrolling through her contacts. “We’ll catch up on this. For now, decide what you want to order later tonight.”

“A feast,” Thor mused, skimming over the words as Kat pulled up FaceTime and called Tony, who was nestled away somewhere in one of his science-tech rooms.

“What do you want, Buffy?” Tony questioned, flipping up his eye-guards.

“I have a proposal to make,” Kat began, reaching for the notepad that she had doodled on out of boredom only to spit out a couple of neat innovations.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Kat, we’ve already been through this. Bruce and I are together, and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”

“Whatever, laser-brain,” Kat rolled her eyes, lifting the notepad to show Tony her sketches and well-thought out tech. “I think we both know that Court’s glasses are in dire need of an upgrade. Her focus has been getting worse; she’s been complaining about hearing electronic white-noise, too. Stops her from sleeping at night.”

“Oh, for sure,” Tony nodded, “bring your doodles down to the lab and Bruce and I will give it the once over, though I’m sure I can concoct something to help her out.”

“Awesome,” Kat nodded, “speak later.”

“Ciao.”

Just as she pocketed her cell phone and notepad, Steve appeared from beyond the doorway with a somewhat calm, somewhat on-edge smile.

“If you’re here to lecture about me skipping out on training sessions, I--”

“No, that’s not why I’m here,” Steve smiled. “I’ve been thinking a lot recently, and you’re right. The training is fairly pointless for an individual like yourself, which is why I’ve found a sparring partner that might actually be able to keep up with you.”

“The only person who can even measure up to me is Thor-- oh, right, fantastic,” Kat nodded, sucking on her teeth and placing her hands on her hips. “You know, Steve, I never pinned you as the cupid type. Why’s everybody so obsessed with the idea of him and I, anyway?”

“You both deserve a win,” Steve teased, before becoming serious again. “But seriously, I think this could be good for you. You’re good with combat, though you could get even better. Think about it; what happens if Hulk decides to make an appearance, and this time not for the better? We can’t always rely on Thor, considering he has a Kingdom in outer space to run.”

“Alright, Steve, I get it,” Kat silenced him, though nodded with a smile. “You had me persuaded at Thor,” she joked, shooting finger-guns at him. “See you tomorrow morning.”

“I’m counting on it,” he shot back.

Meanwhile, Tabitha seemed persistent in teaching Bucky how her PlayStation worked, and though the assassin may be skilled and knowledgeable of many platforms of technology, he was completely dumbfounded when it came to gaming.

“I just don’t understand how I-- just how do I make it go,” he complained, turning the controller over in his hands incessantly. “And why is this man just walking-- oh, there he goes, off the cliff. Who the Hell is this guy?”

“His name is Sam Drake; and it’s not his fault, you controlled him to walk off!” Tabitha laughed, snatching the controller away from him before he caused the team to lose.

Courtenay’s character, Chloe, came bounding round the corner and a chortle of laughter could be heard from her room as she witnessed Bucky’s failure before Tabitha took control again.

“Let me show you how it’s done,” she said, cracking her neck. Bucky was completed phased out, unable to comprehend the game as Tabitha and Courtenay managed to pick up the win between themselves, even after the rest of the team had left the game considering how confused the Sam on their team appeared to be. “See? It’s not that hard.”

“I don’t understand how you ever had time to practice this stuff,” he grumbled.

“What do you mean?” Tabitha frowned, “we had plenty of free time, you know. When we weren’t on missions… this is what we were doing.”

“Living the life, huh?” Bucky grinned. “But, yeah, video games aren’t for me.”

“I’ll make a gamer out of you, just you wait,” Tabitha insisted.

“Alright. Let’s make a deal,” Bucky offered, to which Tabitha held her hands out, gesturing to appeal to her. “If I play through this whole Uncharted thing, I get something in return.”

“Oh, yeah, like what?” Tabitha mocked.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, though a grin remained stretched on his lips. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Tabitha caught onto his tone and socked his shoulder. “Don’t be so dirty.”

“I actually didn’t say anything. These are your words, not mine,” he grinned, turning to face her.

“Oh, is that right? It didn’t cross your mind for just one second?” Tabitha irked.

Bucky made a noise, telling her that he had, in fact, had his mind stuffed somewhere in the gutter.

“I knew it!” she laughed, leaning back onto her elbows.

“To be fair, you were thinking it too,” Bucky negotiated, collapsing onto his back before turning to look up at her as she propped herself up beside him. “Right?”

“Shut up,” she laughed, hand upon his face, feeling the stubble beneath her palm and fingertips.

“So you were?” He teased, “look, I’m just trying to have my point proven here--”

Tabitha cut off him off with a firm kiss, one that had been well-earned after their days of tension after their first one. She retreated with a smile, smoothing her thumb over his cheekbone as the two lay, breathing quietly, staring at nothing but each other.

At that moment, Tabitha's phone buzzed with a notification. She pulled it out from her back pocket and inspected the screen, seeing a text message from Kat that she’d shot into the group chat of herself, Tabitha and Courtenay.

1 New Message From: Original Three

Kat: don’t want to alarm you guys or anything but thor and i are totally eating chinese food in his room rn !!

Tabitha: no way, really??

Courtenay: see this is why im the greatest friend, i swear. This is all because of me and you better name your first child after me

Tabitha: dibs being the godmother

Courtenay: that’s fine, i wear the pants anyway. Ill make a fuckin fantastic godfather

Kat: he’s currently gorging on prawn crackers so im sneaking a text any chance i get because HOLY SHIT IM SO NERVOUS

Tabitha: chill its just thor!

Kat: that’s the whole point! It's! Just! Thor!!!!!!!

Courtenay: just be yourself and all that jazz, i mean he thinks ur hot when ur fighting and you look pretty sweaty and gross then so. Can’t really mess up now can u

Kat: thanks, very comforting

Tabitha: seriously, though. Just be yourself. Maybe a little nicer because you’re a grumpy little shit but yeah, be yourself.

Courtenay: make a move before he does

Kat: HE JUST SAID HE’S NEVER EATEN IN THE BEDROOM AND I ALMOST LAUGHED BC THAT SOUNDS SEXUAL

Tabitha: that was your chance to make a move, kat. Please tell me you used it to your advantage

Kat tossed her phone aside to avoid detection as Thor, face-full, grinned over at her, seemingly in an even happier mood than he was before.

“I’m really glad that this is happening. You know, you really need to consider your life choices,” Kat laughed, “perhaps when you return to Asgard you should make Chinese food a thing?”

“No, no, I definitely agree,” Thor grinned through a forkful of chow mein noodles. “My friends would enjoy this thoroughly!”

Kat eyed him suspiciously, looking at the metal trays that he had managed to finish. “Is that your fourth tub?”

“Of much more to come,” he winked, taking another bite.

“Where does it all go?” Kat laughed sincerely, her face pink with her fullness and contentment.

Thor flexed his arms. “I cannot let my mortal form grow weak, for there is a lot to sustain.”

She laughed again, leaning her head on her hand. “If anybody from earth said that, I'd think they were insane.”

“Do you not think of me in that way?” Thor asked.

Kat, pressing her lips together to suppress her smile, shook her head. “No.”

“Then what do you think of me?” he asked, his voice noticeably softer this time.

Feeling a surge of confidence, she traced her hand over the pattern on his black shirt. “I think that you are…”

“Yes?” Thor encouraged, eyes sparkling as she lifted her head, dangerously close now.

“I-- I think that--”

Her voice stuttered with the proximity of the two before they suddenly jerked apart in surprise, the door slamming open with an excitable Courtenay bursting in.

“Hey, guys! Oh, am I interrupting something?”

Kat stared at Courtenay with a look of confusion, a surge of desperate annoyance on her face alongside it.

“Oh no… I am. I heard that there was Chinese food, you know, and I just couldn’t resist…” Courtenay edged forwards, taking a small bag of Chinese fries and backing out of the room again. “Again, so sorry…“

Finally, Courtenay left and shut the door behind her. Kat rubbed her forehead, feeling a mix of shame and agitation, though holding it all in and scooping up her laptop that she’d brought in earlier to play music whilst herself and Thor ate their food.

“How about a movie?” She offered.

Thor's expression deadpanned, telling Kat that he was unsure of what they were, too.

“Moving pictures? A bunch of actors and actresses portraying a scenario?” she offered, trying to see if that would lure any understanding out of him.

“Oh, like theatre?”

“Yeah, sort of,” she agreed, realising with relief that she was somewhat getting through to him.

Kat pulled her laptop between them, booting up a movie she thought that the two of them would be interested in. Their lives were exciting enough that plenty of action-movie plots were dull, so she settled with Jurassic Park as she was sure that Thor had never seen dinosaurs before. However, after the battle in new york, and even Sokovia, she wouldn't be surprised as to what hid away up in the galaxy.

Thor wasn’t particularly subtle now that two two had had some time together, and he threw his arm around her shoulder and held her close as they watched the movie intently. Although he was partially confused, he found himself enjoying the moving pictures so much so that he didn’t immediately realise that Kat, exhausted from her full belly, had fallen asleep on his side.

He almost didn’t know what to do, in fear that he would move too abruptly and wake her from her slumber. He shut the laptop and placed it on the floor, lying still on his back. He was hardly tired, though he daresn't move. Instead, he looked down at the practically unconscious figure next to him, wondering where their relationship now stood. It was apparent that the two of them were near kissing until Courtenay interrupted, and he was certainly leaning towards it. He felt a great deal for her; he respected her in battle and in normality, though the two were one in the same for her. It was… odd.

With a smile, he clicked the lamp off by his side and closed his eyes, holding her tighter against him as he, too, fell asleep.

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twinkluffy · 7 years ago

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Forgotten island [Fantasy AU]

Day 1 of the Zoluweek2k17, Fantasy Au: Merman Luffy and human Zoro.

Hi, i wanted to take part of this week so badly that I ignored how much I suck on english, bc is not my first lenguage and even when I can read it without trouble when it comes down to write long things I get a little nervous = a lot of failures. So, if there any misspelling i’m very very sorry ;_; and i hope this counts as fantasy

some facts about this one shot: Antemoesa was the place where mermaids habited (well virgilio, the poet, says so) and there is a the oddyssey reference too. Luffy is very old but look young, he is a fatalist (because he has seen so much and being in solitude for so many years tends to mold you in that way) but still is very hard too think about luffy like that so a very ooc luffy

Warnings: ooc, and none other mayor warning, this pretty sane oneshot in my standars

[1]

After several hundred years life in Antemoesa became boring. I’ts no wonder, after all it is a small island forgotten by the gods in the middle of the wide sea and whose exact location is only found in ancient texts in an already extinct language. He’s older than time but not as much as the creation, product of the boredom of the gods who sought to mortify the humans who had the audacity to sail the seas belonging to Poseidon.

He can walk on land and breathe underwater; If he is hurt, his wounds bleed but his own tears are able to heal him; He can bring wisdom and knowledge to humans but can also destroy them for no reason at all. Luffy is no longer mortal, but a scourge of immortality, terrible, painful, wild and invincible but also doomed to spend the remaining time on earth in the flowery meadows of antemoesa waiting for new humans who seduce through his singing.

That is the price that Zeus demanded to pay to save the life of his older brother, whose face has forgotten over the centuries but whose warmth still remembers vividly. The conditions were simple, seduce with his singing the humans who listen but never approached near enough to be affected by them, according to Zeus, sometimes humans can be kind and this is painful for beings like him.

(Because Luffy is not a human nor a fish. He can walk on the ground and breathe underwater)

Not that it matters too much by now, hundreds of years have passed since the last time Luffy saw a human and sincerely, he doubts to see one in the coming hundreds of years he has remaining.

[2]

At first, when he saw a deplorable ship floating in his direction, he thought it was just another unfortunate ship that had crashed against the rocks or an old ship whose crew died in the midst of the treacherous sea, but to his utter surprise he heard the sound of groans Coming from the ship, without even thinking twice he dived into the sea and swam until he was next to it, where a human man struggled to breathe.

Clutching the railing with all his strength, he began to move his fin quickly, dragging the boat with him to the edge of the beach where his tail turned into two legs when they make contact with the sand. He held the human in his arms and laid him down on the sand, knelt beside him and removed those strange clothes that covered his chest where now stands a brutal wound that comes from the right side of his waist to his left shoulder , From where the blood seems to have ceased to sprout but would end up becoming infected if it is not taken care of.

Luffy buries his nails in his arms until small drops of blood begin to slide down his arms and tears make his vision cloud, he leans over the human and let his tears fall on the chest of the man whose wounds begin to heal leaving behind a huge scar.

The first human who passes here after hundreds of years and is half dead," Luffy says in a sigh, sitting down next to the human whose once laborious breathing has returned to normal. "You can’t seduce a half-dead man.”

Luffy sighs again, defeated, while the human emits snoring sounds with both arms scattered at the height of his head, without any concern that he was about to die and that his salvation has been what many call the voice of the doom of the Seas.

…

When the human wakes up three days after his arrival he seems surprised to be alive and not that Luffy blamed him after seeing the serious wound in the man’s chest. When his dark eyes, black as night meet the intense green eyes sharp as a sword, that an epiphany hits him like lightning, leaving him breathless. He sees the bright future that awaits this man who was born to obtain greatness and a title that positions him above all the other swordsman in the world which falls comfortably on his shoulders, as if it couldn’t have been otherwise.

But noy yet - He still so weak, so fragile … that if Luffy were to press a little he would collapse completely along with all that awaits for him in future.

“You helped me?” the human asks with a frown

“Yes, but I don’t really did that much” Luffy responds easily taking away importance, as if it were a matter of everyday that a creature like him saves stupid sailors to die of an infection

“My name is Roronoa Zoro” the human says, bowing his head lightly in a gesture of respect and gratittude “Thank you for helping me”

“How did you get that wound?” Luffy asks, curious to know how this man, Zoro, arrived in such a state to his domains

"Fighting for my dream," Zoro answers immediately, with a confident smile and a gleam in his eyes that the merman can identify, having already seen him before in a human. Like that stubborn man, Odysseus, which was tied to the mast of his ship so as not to succumb to the charms of his voice because he was fully convinced to return home.

“There you can find fruits to eat” says Luffy raising his arm to point the forest a couple of meters beyond

The human nods, placing a hand on the scar that crosses his abdomen to rise and walks lazily in the opposite direction that the merman points

“It's the other side, stultus!” Luffy shouts at Zoro, who looks embarrassed while now if he walks in the indicated direction “I found a very troublesome human” Luffy sighs, defeated.

“Aren’t you a little too young to live alone on this island? Did you get lost at sea or something?” Zoro ask, hours later with his arms crossed under his head looking to the sky

Luffy can’t help laugh, he doesn’t remember how much time has passed since the last time he did it and the human looks confused

“I have more years than you'd know count or you could get to have” Luffy answered, taking an apple to bring it to his lips “This island belongs to me, was created by Zeus himself just for me”

Zoro looks at him incredulously as he shakes his head, believing it to be a joke on the part of the black-haired man, Luffy does not bother to insist and simply shrugs.

[3]

With the passing of the days are installed at a comfortable pace of coexistence, where Zoro would offer to go find things to eat and return with Luffy on the cliff where the dark-haired sit for hours watching the sea while singing softly. Zoro usually remains silent, taking a nap or trying to annoy the merman to kill boredom

"Why are you on this island, Luffy?" - Asks Zoro, with both arms under his head while looking at the sky “doesn’t get kinda lonely?”

"I'm on this island to sing," Luffy replies, not taking his eyes off the sea as he tilts his head slightly as if trying to see something beyond “that's all.”

"You're a strange child," Zoro replies, looking at him out of the corner of his eye for a reaction that soon arrives

“I tell you, I'm older than you could imagine!” answers Luffy annoyed, no longer looking at the sea but the man next to him “You’re a child compared to me!”

“I don’t know” says Zoro, sitting and putting a hand on his chin as if he was seriously thinking about something “I would say that you are definitely a child and a very short one”

“Don’t make me hurt you, brat!” shouts Luffy, completely forgetting his composure and pouncing on the human who only laughs at the hilarious reaction of the raven

…

There are times when Zoro joins him and makes him company while watching the sea, the eyes of the human acquire a nostalgic glow as he watches the distant horizon, it is then when Luffy remembers that the dream and goals of Zoro are not in A place as boring as Antemoesa, but on the open sea fighting against powerful enemies that help him develop his skills until he becomes the best but every time he is about to open his mouth to say something the human will simply watch him and start to annoy him about his height or age.

…

One night, meanwhile Luffy is looking at the sea, Zoro sits beside him and begins to talk.

The human tells him how left his home in search of his dream, how he lost his way back and in a way that he couldn’t no longer get back and his only option would always be moving forward. He speaks of the places he has seen, the things he has eaten, of a drink called sake that is the most delicious of the nectars and about some kind humans and other not so much. He talks about a rival with empty cold eyes and sword handled as it were a extension of his rival body, about an humiliating defeat because of his arrogance and his newfound determination to become even stronger when he leaves this island.

He talks about a future together, both of them, out in the vast sea searching to make their names reach heaven together, because they can go anywhere… the sea is freedom when you want it to be.

(that is what Zeus had mean, the painful but so warm gentle nature of humans)

but he can’t leave, not because he doesn’t wanna but because he made a promise so many years ago for a brother whose face he doesn’t remember anymore yet he’s still holding that promise, until he dies, until the whole world ends and he welcomes the final end singing.

Luffy makes a decision that night while he look the peaceful face of the swordsman.

…

When the sun comes out the next day and the swordsman wakes up, stretching his arms and yawning is that Luffy asks him to follow him, after walking in silence they reach the shore of the beach where Zoro seems confused to see his boat in good condition.

“You have to go now” The merman says, taking a step forward and taking the swordsman's face in his hands “Just follow right in direction of the sun for a few days and find dry land, your dream is far from this place... you say you want your name reaches so high to be heard in heaven, then make the name of Roronoa Zoro be heard on this island too when you become the best swordsman in the world”

“What about you?” Question Zoro “Will you stay here, alone?”

“I made a decision hundreds of years ago, which I do not regret, and if I left this island, I would be breaking my promise” Luffy explains, the human has a frown ready to argue when the merman interrupts him again “I have been hundreds of years alone… please don’t feel sorry for me”

Zoro seems to think what to say before a smug smile forms on his lips

“When I become the best swordsman in the world I will come back and stay with you, so we will both fulfill the promises we have made”

he says, wrapping him in an unexpected hug that lasts too little for Luffy's taste, the swordsman turns his back on him and begins to move away towards the ship on the shore, to climb and begin to row, without looking back even once while hile with every movement of the waves that move the ship, Luffy's heart sinks a little more because he knows that it is not a promise that Zoro can fulfill.

End.

#zoluweek #zoluweek2k17 #zolu week #zolu #i'm very ashemed for post this please excuse while i hide forever #please tell what you think

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