#.[ i would give all this and heaven too; i would give it all if only for a moment: lee & ichika ]

[bbokicidal]

"My Pretty Boys" | SKZ [H.J, H.H, L.F]

Notes: A small Drabble inspired by @jeonginsleftcheek and I when we screamed together about Hyunjin's buzzcut lol. (I need to caress his kiwi head) Genre: Smut (18+) Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1K

If it weren't for the game he was playing, Felix's full attention would be on you - naturally, of course, when you lay bare in front of him.

With you sprawled on the couch and your body between Felix's legs, his switch controller lays just above your chest - your collar bone supporting the weight as he carefully pushes down on the buttons in quick succession. Each time you look up at him just to catch a glimpse of his focused, determined expression you're met with the sight of his teeth digging into his lower lip or his tongue prodding the corner of his mouth in an expression of impatience. The strands of his hair that frame his face, now the sweetest color of Onyx, stick to his cheeks and temples from his nap a few hours ago. And with his hair so messy he just looked all too cute.

"Baby," you murmur to catch his attention, earning a soft and low hum so you know he's listening. "After you're done playing, do you want to swap spots with Jinnie..? Think he'd like to play a little, too." The sickly sweet tone of your voice lulls Felix into approving of the question, nodding after a moment of silence.

But Hyunjin gives a soft hum from where he lays between your thighs, head buried down and eyes just barely open. "I'm happy here." And he really is; Tongue lathing over your pussy as it drips for him in a mixture of your slick and his spit from the near hour he'd been there. He's in Heaven, you're on cloud nine - and he's happy to stay there for as long as you want him to.

His movements are slow and calculated, the tip of his tongue circling your clit before dragging back down to lick a fat, flat strip up your wetness. He moves close to dip his tongue into you, tasting you as best he can before he has to pull his tongue back in his mouth and catch his breath - and then he's back at it all over again. His tongue glides over the skin of your inner thighs, teasing and nipping here and there before he returns to your pussy and wraps his lips around your clit - sucking and pulling back just to tease, tongue flicking over the warm bundle of nerves. And the soft touches you give him just spurs him on; Your hand brushing over his cheek before moving up to his hair where usually your fingers would tangle in long, dark strands and tug whenever he got a little too greedy and overstimulated you. But this time you're met with the softness of his hair, now blonde and shorter than you'd ever seen it before. It tickles your palm as you run your hand over the back of his head, thumb swiping through it once more before you let it rest there and gently coax him closer between your thighs.

And then of course, there was one more - his back to the back of the couch as he laid on his side. He was squished up against you but fully content, lulling in and out of consciousness as sleep beckoned him in. One arm draped over your waist, a knee pulled up as well to rest atop your thigh - initially meant to keep your legs open for Hyunjin to rest between but now just relaxing there as he drifted off. Your arm tucked over his shoulder and laid behind him, bent so your fingers could slowly comb through long, soft strands of navy, which only aided in him falling asleep.

Jisung hadn't just been laying there, of course. He'd been squished beside you, comfortable as can be with his head on your shoulder and his mouth attached to your chest. In fact, the outer part of your right breast was completely covered in bruises from where he'd gently bitten down or sucked on the skin, determined to mark you up all on his own. With purple and red covering one side of your chest, Jisung slowly comes and goes in his sleepy haze. His lips are still attached to your skin, breath fanning over your chest each time he exhales. As he slowly comes to every few minutes, he resumes peppering kisses over your skin before he begins to drift off again, repeating his little cycle. But you have to admit that it's awfully cute watching him fall back asleep, your skin leaving his lips with a gentle pop each time.

"Okay - I'm done." Felix announces, letting out a breath as his focus breaks away from the game on his screen. He finally takes in the situation once more and first looks to Hyunjin, who doesn't even seem to hear Felix's declaration - then over to Jisung who was still dozing off with his cheek squished against your arm and lips parted, beginning to drool.

Felix's eyes dart back to Hyunjin. "Hey. She said we should switch places," His brows furrow, lips pressing into a thin pout. "I want a turn."

But the older simply huffs, his lips curling up into a smirk as he presses in closer. Pushing you up and lifting your hips for a moment, Hyunjin's arms wind under your thighs to curl around the plush of your skin, holding onto you tight and locking you in place against him. And it makes you laugh, smiling at his antics before gently running your hand over his hair again - the feeling never growing old. "Okay, okay. Felix can play one more round but after that you have to switch, okay?"

Felix lets out a breath. He begrudgingly reaches for the controller once more, starting up a new round of his game and looking back to the screen to focus all over again. And Hyunjin nods, humming against your clit as he laps at it over and over with no intention of getting up anytime soon. Who wouldn't want to lay there for hours and eat you out all lazy? It was the best feeling in the world - for him, at least.

Yeah... Felix could wait a little longer.

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[jakedustry]

𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 enhypen spends new year's eve with their loved ones—some better than others

GLITTER ON THE FLOOR AFTER THE PARTY | LEE HEESEUNG

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You found it, clear as day. The messages that were so undeniable it was almost comical. You want to say you were surprised with his infidelity but that would be a lie. Swallowing the information down felt like glass in your throat but you wouldn't allow Heeseung to have any more control over you and your heart, no tonight on New Year's Eve, a night that signifies a new beginning. You'd make it clear that your new beginning would be without him, once and for all.

FIREWORK VIEW | PARK JAY

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You were not in the happiest mood after a bad day at work on New Year's Eve. Irritated by Jay, who was dragging you up the stairs of your apartment building, you find out why he wasn't returning any of your calls.

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN | SIM JAKE

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The night feels cozy. With your boyfriend's hands wrapped around you as you watch your favorite movie, you think there isn't a better way to spend your night. Until your boyfriend gets a different idea, deciding to make the last seven minutes of the year worth it.

FIREWORKS AND HEARTBREAKS | PARK SUNGHOON

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Sunghoon swears he will be back on time, that his friends aren't more important than you, so you believe him, and let him go out on New Year's Eve, refusing to be a controlling girlfriend who doesn't let him out of the house, but you regret it soon enough when you watch the fireworks set off by yourself because your boyfriend isn't home on time.

GRAPE TRADITION | KIM SUNOO

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The grape tradition on New Year is eating a single grape for every 12 strikes of 00:00. You convince Sunoo that doing so will give you great prosperity for the upcoming year.

11:59 | YANG JUNGWON

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There's a note on your doorstep, and another at the coffee shop you frequent too often and another and another all the way until you've reached the rooftop of an unforgettably beautiful building. And standing there? Your best friend Jungwon with his hand out, awaiting your arrival. Or where your best friend sets up a scavenger hunt filled with your most cherished memories to lead you to a beautiful rooftop party, waiting to celebrate New Year's Eve with the person he loves the most, you. Someone, who he hopes after his confession tonight at 11:59 will love him back.

ONLY ON NEW YEAR | NISHIMURA RIKI

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You plan to spend the New Year's Eve alone. With your parents out of town, and your friends either at parties you weren't invited to or in the comfort of their home with the people they love, there is no one who could accompany you, that is at least, until you hear the loud knock on your door. Now, with your just-as-lonely neighbor in your apartment, you look forward to what the next year is going to bring your way.

Hello, guys!! I'm so happy to finally share this collab with you! Just like the enhypen members spend their New Year's Eve with their loved ones, I'm glad to be spending mine with my loved ones, Rain and Mae. They are such incredible writers and I hope you enjoy this little collab we made for you, so that hopefully, we can do something similar in the future <3 The stories will be published on January 1st, 00:00 CET

[luciferanalyzestar]

Viv in general don’t understand “kill your darlings” (remove characters and plotlines that aren’t necessary to the story so it can flow better), she has habit of constantly adding new characters and plotlines, hazbin hotel itself expects you to care or give a damn about a large cast of characters in only eight episodes!

I yapped too much lmao.

I think once Viv gets attached to a character's design, she does not want to scrap the character. She is (was? I remember seeing that she does not draw that much anymore) a character designer at the end of the day.

The reason I like to talk about the character designs so much is because I like to create original characters. I was a Sonic artist who was posting their characters on DeviantArt back in the day. The act of creating original characters is a fun process.

After graduating high school, I created around 34 - 40 characters. I just made them for fun and they did not really have a story, a universe they live in, or personalities (more like bullet point traits).

Years later, I gave certain characters full written out personalities, backstories, and other lore stuff. If I could not think of a personality or role in the story for a character, I got rid of characters regardless of how attach I was when I created them. They no longer serve a purpose.

Now, I currently have 22 characters because I view characters as tools to move a story forward. I understand Hazbin having a decent number of characters because it is (more like was) about a hotel. Every episode in Hazbin introduces a new character or characters and more are on the way and minor characters we saw in season one will get more screen time. (Saint Peter the toilet brush who needs to stay at those golden gates and never show up again).

The time wasted on introduces new characters could have been saved for the hotel residents (Angel and Sir P) and learning more about them as people and their lives on Earth or give us a reason to care about the nameless sinners that feared of getting killed each year.

If I had to rewrite season one, none of the overlords (minus Al because he 'works' at the hotel) would have been included, maybe just small hints at their existence. Kept Adam and Lute in episode one to establish them as villains but the other Heaven characters would have been saved for season two. Lucifer would not appear either, maybe he leaves Charlie voicemails, but she never answers.

In Helluva, certain characters are just there or just for merch. The shit Andrealphus is pulling should have been Stella pulls all the strings to fucked over Stolas. She does not need a brother. There is not even a hint to Andy's existence, his ugly ass just appears out of cold air.

Then there is Vassago who should have been in season one as Stolas' only friend and someone he trusts. Stolas do not speak to each other in Mastermind (I do not think Stolas looks at his direction) nor does Vassago shown up in Sinmas. He would have been used to help Stolas get in contract with Via to make sure she was okay.

Viv creates characters but forgets to add the purpose to them.

[autism-autobot]

FloaPS Facts 5

Red Son and Wukong Edition!

Tw: grief, child neglect, coma, near-death experience, mentions of death

Wukong's fur has fallen out on multiple occasions due to grief and stress. He naturally sheds fur with the seasons, but he has a hard time growing fur back

Most of the fur loss is contained to his limbs, but he has a few bald patches on his torso as well

Red Son noticed that Wukong didn't seem to particularly enjoy his furless look, so he bought a henna tattoo kit and offered to draw on him if he liked

Red Son and Wukong now have "henna & spa" days together where they bathe, braid hair, and draw henna on each other

They will both draw wherever the other is comfortable, which is basically everywhere except the privates

Wukong is better at drawing henna than Red Son

DBK once saw Red Son with his hair braided and henna covering every inch of skin aside from his face, looked at his son, and said, "Your uncle got ahold of you, didn't he?"

Wukong used to babysit Red Son on the regular

Wukong loves belly dancing

Red Son used to watch Wukong belly dance as a toddler and would sometimes try to copy him

Wukong noticed and decided to give him belly dancing lessons

Red Son got really good at it and looked forward to every lesson

Despite how proficient Red Son was at it, he was too shy and embarrassed to do it in front of anyone, but Wukong and his husband

After his father's imprisonment, Red Son was forced to cut all ties with Wukong and stopped belly dancing as a result

It was only recently that Red Son worked up the courage to ask for more dance lessons, but by then, Wukong was too weak from his sickness to dance

Wukong is intersex and genderfluid (still uses he/him pronouns as he tends to fluctuate towards masculinity)

Wukong was the one to carry and birth each of his children from both of his past marriages

Red Son used to see Wukong belly dancing while in his third trimester and thought nothing of it at the time. Now, he questions how Wukong was ever capable of such a thing

Wukong's kids would refer to Macaque as Baba

His kids didn't want to refer to their new step-dad as "Baba" because in their minds, Macaque had dragged that name through mud and other discusting materials and Ao Lie deserved better, they decided to call him Pom-pom.

Red Son thought Pom-pom was his actual name until Wukong clarified it on New Years that he was, in fact, Ao Lie and not some random other dragon that he decided to build a life with

"I'm glad I got the opportunity to meet most of the pilgrims, though I do wish I could've met Ao Lie too." "What are you talking about? You've met him!" "Wait, I have?" "Pom-pom? Do you not remember him? Please tell me you remember him!" "WAIT POM-POM IS AO LIE???!!!"

Then came the talk of "No, Mei is not related to me, she's a descendant of one of my step-kids" and "No, my kids aren't considered part of the dragon clan since they don't approve of me or of Lie's divorce to his previous spouse"

Monkeys often sleep together, so whenever Red Son spent the night at Wukong's house, he'd sleep in a ginormous bed with every member of Wukong's family

At one point, Red Son started spending more days of the year being babysat by Wukong than with his parents. He still doesn't know why

Red Son feels extremely lonely whenever he has to sleep alone, which is often, though he never dares to try climbing into his parents' bed with them

Wukong had a workshop where he'd invented all kinds of gadgets

Red Son took an interest in this, and you can figure out where that led him

The gauntlet was Wukong's idea, but no one knows except them, and they'll never tell

Wukong drew the blueprints, and Red Son prayed that his mother wouldn't recognize the handwriting. She didn't notice

The reason Wukong didn't remove the staff himself was because heaven would get mad and threaten to hurt DBK and his family all over again

If anyone laid an ill-meaning hand on his nephew, Wukong would snap their neck in an instant

He apologized for punching Red Son while possessed by LBD. Red Son held him to no blame

The longest that Red Son has ever stayed at Wukong's house is three years straight

Wukong lectured both DBK and PIF about being present in their child's life after this

They were part of Red Son's life after that, at least until DBK's imprisonment

PIF wasn't very active in Red Son's life after that, and Red Son didn't go to Wukong for help for fear of his mother's wrath

Red Son basically spent anywhere between 85-92% of his childhood without his parents being there for him physically and/or emotionally

Meanwhile, Wukong was heartbroken from the deaths of the pilgrims (especially Ao Lie), and since he can't die of heartbreak, he spent ~400ish years in a coma, instead

Red Son knew that Wukong was in a coma, but his parents didn't find out until long after the fact

Wukong is no longer the only emotionally available person in Red Son's life

Red Son has been scared out of his mind for Wukong since the surgery announcement

Wukong had always seemed like an indestructible and untouchable person to Red Son, and seeing him go through so much has been nearly world shattering for him

Wukong tried his best to reassure him that he'll be fine, but he is almost as scared as his nephew

Red Son suggested that Wukong recover from surgery in the Demon Bull Family Palace, and everyone agreed to the idea

Red Son has been putting together a recovery room for Wukong

The walls are covered in flower murals and filled with soft blankets and pillows

The recovery room looks a lot like the nursery that Ao Lie set up for Wukong when they were expecting their first baby

Wukong loves the recovery room. It's his favorite room in the palace now

4

Masterpost

@starrclown @swkbiggestdefender @istopaskingmemate @ainnur @then-be-a-warrior @weaverpop

[two-entire-bits]

mar-bit headcanons because I have been consumed <3

Marcia steals his leather jacket all the time. He thinks it's the cutest thing ever

once Two-Bit got jumped and knocked out and Marcia was the first one to find him and he made one of those stupid "holy shit I musta died and gone to heaven cuz there's an angel in front of me" jokes when he woke up and saw her

Marcia's really good at school and especially loves science, but has a hard time understanding new math concepts (although once she gets them down she's off and running) and Two-Bit is surprisingly good at math for some reason (he doesn't try in school but he does put in 0.000001 mL of effort so he can pass and move on to the next level. but only barely) so he explains the concepts to her without making her feel stupid

Marcia knows Two likes blondes and once joked about bleaching her hair and he was horrified at the concept.

Marcia's really good at chess?? Like really good. Two-Bit has no clue how to play and he is too confused by how it works to start learning now.

Marcia LOVES to be carried around by Two ALL THE TIME. She wants to make some dinner? Two-Bit is bridal-style carrying her down the stairs from her room to the kitchen. She wants to get snacks at the movies? Piggy-back ride to the concession stand.

the latter style also gives her an excuse to kiss his head and mess up & play with his hair

She carries an old makeup compact with his favorite hair grease and a comb with her at all times in case of an "emergency" (when she messes up his hair)

He also carries around some of her makeup in his jacket in case she ever forgets it

Marcia WILL kiss his face all over and she WILL get lipstick stains everywhere and he will NOT remove it. absolutely refuses to.

He also will reapply her lipstick for her after such cases

They love doing as much as possible for each other that way, they love just taking care of each other and holding each other and being in love and also being silly about it

THEY'RE THE TYPE OF COUPLE TO DO THAT TWO-STRAWS-ONE-MILKSHAKE THING

He'll also do her nails (traits achieved by having a little sister) and he loves it because he gets to focus on something and they just take turns rambling

He steals stuff for her all the time (she finds it endearing) but the two times he didn't was when he got her a gift for her first birthday after they started dating (she then reassured him he didn't have to spend money on her just because it's a special occasion) and when he got her an engagement ring

He proposed to her at the drive-in (or where it used to be if it closed down)

Marcia and Two-Bit's sister (Tammy (short for Tamara (Two-Bit calls her Tamster))) get along slightly too well for Two's liking. they plot against him

It took Tammy a while to warm up to her but once she did they were an unstoppable force

Marcia will take her out to the mall to try stuff on and have a "girls day" every couple of months but Tammy refuses to let Marcia buy her anything so Marcia will report back to Two and he'll go out and steal things Tammy liked

I don't know if she'd go BUT if she did Marcia would help Tammy get ready for her school formal/homecoming/prom and teach her how to do makeup and Two-Bit literally cannot find the words to thank her enough because Tammy looks so happy and he never could've done that, not because he didn't want to, because he didn't know how, it's the 60's and he's a guy, she's a girl, yeah he's her brother but he has no clue how to make her comfortable in her femininity and such, and it just makes him love Marcia even more

Two-Bit actually learned how to cook a few meals because he felt like he had to give back to Marcia for loving him

He also picks up after himself when he's at her house even though he never does at home because he feels bad

Two-Bit has a big expectation of himself that he has to be happy and active and always moving and keeping up everybody else's spirits all the time that when Marcia does something nice for him or just holds him he's caught so off guard. he needs to be the little spoon sometimes okay.

Like he's so used to taking up space but with her he can just feel small and exist

He loves the gang and is so much more himself around them but he still has a Role and Marcia is on a whole other level of Two-Bit-esque weird that he can like, completely unmask with her once they've been together long enough

Early on he'd do something weird around her without thinking and go like "well, shit." because when he gets to be Too Much Himself it's driven people away in the past but then she finds it funny or endearing or she just doesn't react at all and he falls even more in love with her

It took him a long time to really learn that he didn't owe Marcia anything in exchange for her love

Marcia just wants to hold him sometimes also. In my head her parents are often absent and she doesn't have any siblings, so she'll just touch him or hold onto him a lot to reassure herself he's there and he's not leaving

Marcia will come over to Two-Bit's house sometimes and help make dinner or clean with his mom (they also get along well) or just spend time with all of them and it took them all awhile to not think of it as charity but Marcia just liked feeling like she actually had a family

They have THE most extrapolatory nicknames for each other. It starts off tame but it evolves to the point where their names and the nicknames have barely anything in common

on my dancer Two-Bit bullshit forever Marcia's house has a piano and she'll play music for him to dance to

this man has not missed one of Marcia's barrel races ever. he's there way earlier than he needs to be he stays until she leaves he is the loudest person on the bleachers.

Marcia started watching Mickey Mouse so Two-Bit would have someone to talk to about it

[rafayelsbelovedbride]

Dragons and scapegoats

I made a post a while ago comparing Philos/Earth/Lemuria to Omelas here. And now that Sylus has his myths too, let me continue.

Special thanks to @ourlittleuluru for giving me more reason to talk about him. I was just going to reblog it with your tags but it got too long. So here it is~

While my expectations about the myths were way off for Sylus, I think, he still fits this theme really well. Because, yes, he was the child in the basement, and he was the scapegoat, along with all the dragons.

When humans first arrived in the past days of Philos, they probably came to this place to escape the wanderer-infested Earth and find a place where they could live a peaceful life. Maybe the public was told Philos would be a nice little utopic place where people could live without fearing for their lives. But they were sold a lie. What they found when they arrived at Philos was a dying planet where dragons ruled, with a hollow core that was falling apart into pieces. It was just fragmented landmasses slowly drifting apart as described in Xavier's anecdotes.

So, wouldn't the public be outraged? Defeated. Betrayed. Drained. Drained, because they still have to fight for their lives. Betrayed, because they were scammed out of a better future. Defeated, because there is no such thing as heaven, only a different hell.

So, of course, to prevent the public from turning against them, the people who brought humanity to Philos had to find someone to blame.

A perfect scapegoat. A scapegoat that can hold a mirror to all of humanity's twisted desires and yet still be blamed for it.

Dragons, the harbinger of war and conflict. Dragons, that could bring the darkest parts of one's soul to light. Of course, they're to blame. After all, anyone would prefer to say, it was not me who had these evil, heinous thoughts, my soul was corrupted by a dragon. No need to take responsibility for my wicked nature, the dragon made me do it.

So, they declared war on dragons, promising a better future once again. They killed every single one of the dragon-kind until there was only one of them left. Now, the last dragon cannot be killed. If all dragons were dead, then there would be no scapegoat. One of them must be kept locked in the basement to remind us all he's responsible for every evil in this world. We are not just locking a little child into the basement, we are locking the evil away.

So they made a spectacle out of the last dragon's demise and sealed him into the abyss with a claymore in his chest. A violent end for a vicious dragon. A constant reminder to all humanity to keep their souls untainted by desire. Of course, a puppet without a want is the easiest to control after all.

But, now, enough time has passed. Maybe the public is growing restless and no one really cares about the child in the basement anymore. So, the moment they find a puppet with a single desire, they frame her too. And burn her dragon. Burn her sympathy for the locked child.

And that's how it begins. For MC's and Sylus's story, they're both the scapegoats. And for their story, MC is the one who broke the child free out of the basement and brought doomsday to Philos. With Sylus, we take a closer look at the story from the child's perspective rather than the savior's, who set the child free.

And, we see that even freeing the child and destroying the people responsible for his imprisonment does not guarantee a happy ending. He is still a dragon who is destined to ruin anything he loves and everything he desires.

And, maybe that was the reason why he let himself be trapped by the sacred judicator in the first place. Sylus never accepted his identity as a dragon. He hated it. He fooled himself into thinking he was just like other humans, and cut up his horns every time they grow until he was a bloody mess. Maybe, that young dragon, while soldiers were chasing him with their swords, thought that this was what he deserved. Happiness and being satisfied with what he has is just not in his nature. That day, he was defeated not by an army of humans, but by his own hatred against himself.

So, loving her, with his own soul etched in hers, meant accepting his own nature. And maybe, that was how he actually broke free out of his chains. That's when he saw himself not as a scapegoat for humanity's sins, but as a lonely dragon who deserved this love he received.

At the beginning of the story, he did not try to break free from his chains until MC found him, he did not seek revenge unless MC asked for it. But by the end, he broke free when was imprisoned and burned down every city to the ground. By the end, he seeked MC when she was about to be executed and willingly fell into their trap. Only this time he did not accept his end because he hated himself, but he accepted it to save his beloved who owns half his soul. That was a sacrifice he made in the name of love, all with selflessness, while accepting his flawed nature. And that's how he broke free of the dragon's curse at the same time he escaped his fate to become a scapegoat for the people of Philos.

And I really love the current Sylus. He still longs for human connection just like his younger self. But his desire to connect does not bring self-hatred anymore. Instead, he rides the subway, takes the twins under his wings, and goes to karaoke with MC's coworkers.

Maybe, he feels at peace now. I hope he does.

He's reunited with the owner of his soul. And even if everyone blames him for what's wrong in this world, he has no desire to let them have their way. He will escape the space-time prison and chase MC to the ends of the worlds.

So, he will get the ending he actually deserves this time with his beloved by his side.

[forbebeandjam]

ONE SIDED | Bada Lee x Fem Reader | angst

Summary: you didn’t think falling for Bada would be so hard. (You as Lusher)

Word Count: 761

Warnings: pretty sad and angsty. Might be a bit cringe

A/N: might make a part 2 with a less angst feel but idk yet. It will have to be in wip cuz the holidays are driving me insane…

“I hate him…”

-

One-sided love.

That's what you felt. Of course, you never meant to fall for your dance teacher. You weren't even the kind of person that falls in love easily but there you were.

In the middle of the dance studio watching Bada filming a dance video in the far corner. You took a deep breath and shook your thoughts. You group meme we were soon to be arriving and you needed to focus for your comeback.

Bada was in charge of the full choreography since your group was advanced in the dance aspect so you got to see her every day.

And day after day you would greet her with a bright smile. You would give her a towel and water bottle to dry her sweat. It was evident to everyone that you were head over heels for the tall dancer. She would always smile sweetly and gravitate towards you when tired or sad.

She would place her chin on your shoulder or rest her head on your lap as you braided her hair. She would dry your sweat softly.

You could tell you had become some sort of comfort to the tall girl, and she never tried to hide it. You were the first one she would greet and the first one she would go to at the end of every practice.

And you... You loved it.

Her sweet eyes were enchanting. The way they would glow with passion when dancing melted all of you. Her big yet soft hands on your waist, when correcting your posture, feel like heaven on earth. The way she would lick her lips in the middle of her analyzing the dance would drive you insane.

It was killing you slowly and eating you up. Your emotions were too strong to hide sometimes and you were scared. But then she would simply bust your bubble.

"Thank you, cutie," she would say. Or "You are such an amazing friend," you could see she only looked at you as a dumb kid who was her student and friend. Nothing else.

"Ouch... maybe you should confess. It might help get rid of the feeling, you know? I heard she is single but has many, many people after her, so act quickly. Who knows? You might actually pull at her heartstrings with a heart like yours,” one of your members said.

That's all it took for you to build the courage to confess to Bada. So you got to work. You bought her favorite jelly snacks, wrote her a letter, and practiced your words.

The day finally arrived. You wore your best dance practice outfit and styled your hair. You gathered your bag and quietly headed out of the dorm at five in the morning since that was the time Bada would arrive at the studio to practice.

You spotted her in the room warming up and smiled. Your heart was beating faster every second, and your heart was doing flips. As soon as you entered the room, you spotted another figure walking toward her.

In a matter of seconds, your heart was shattered. You knew you could never form any kind of romantic relationship so why did it hurt so much to see his lips on hers?

You felt pain in your chest and gripped it tightly dropping the candy that was in your hand with a loud gasp.

This caused Bada to turn to you with wide eyes and you...

Well, you ran away. There wasn't much you could do. You couldn't even breathe properly and you hated yourself for falling in love with someone who was so out of reach from you.

Bada tried to run after you but was held back by the other figure. She bent down to pick up whatever you had dropped and saw the note. She opened it and inside she was greeted with your handwriting.

"I will always want what's best for you"

Tears formed in her eyes and she sighed. She knew she couldn't do anything to make you feel better except give you some space. She knew how you felt a while back and she knew your heart was broken so she didn't want to make things worse because she did love you.

Maybe not in the way she would like to but she loved you.

And days passed. You and Bada went back to the friendship you had before, talking, laughing, hanging out.

However, behind your bright smile, you hid great pain knowing Bada belonged to someone else. Someone you hated for taking away your love...

Thank you for reading����

[sass-ruby]

okay. HOLY FUCKING SHI-

Sun² (dark sun) looks like he's thriving LMAO 😭

Let me just say, THANK YOU MOON FOR BEING SO CURIOUS

I'm curious too, so this satisfied me so much

We got A LOT of information, and one VERY jaw dropping one

So.. sun² created a paradise for himself and others, most likely suns but not every sun. That- that honestly sounds so sweet 😭 I'm pretty sure by psychotic, sun² meant like- do things without thinking, go insane, kill for no reason ect ect.. since he doesn't like violence from what I've been able to gather. The violence he has probably committed, I am guessing was necessary because sun² thinks reasonably

But I wonder- do suns go there when they die? Like, heaven? There are already people there.. but are those people suns or random people??

His dragon is there to be a protector so, it's most likely dead suns I think..? To protect them? That'd be so sweet, I hope that's the case

Goliath died, oof 😭 I never cared much about him but that ONE THING he said to sun once;

"You..might be pathetic, but you're so much more than them."

The fact that EVEN goliath, someone so egotistical, sees sun's morals.. yet others cant and just see it as being cowardly

Our sun has been proven to be the most empathetic among all suns. He HAS done bad, but hasn't continued to do so, he tried his best to make it right. I love him sm I swear

But oh goodness. There is one MOST important jaw dropping lore we got out of sun².

Oh my fucking gosh.

Oh my.

The fact he chose this sun specifically.. BECAUSE HE COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT HIMSELF.

We already knew he was like sun, but moon broke him. Just like how it usually goes in dimensions, here's the thing, though. Even if he did the same back to him, he could NEVER kill him.

Now there's more space to understand why he did it. He couldn't do it, he wanted to give other suns a chance.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

This is too shocking for me I'm sorry

I did not think that SUN² COULDN'T KILL HIS MOON

I guess that was a thing that truly connected all suns before sun's² whole thing

The fact our sun was the first, THE FIRST WHO WAS ABLE TO AND THAT IT WASN'T AN ACCIDENT.

Finally. FINALLY IT'S BEEN PROVEN HE'S SPECIAL IN SOME SORT OF WAY

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG

The "I hate him, but couldn't kill him" thing reminds me kinda of my mother and I, just with different context 😭 like- I hate her but can't hate her completely. I have mommy issues QwQ

I literally sometimes get so mad at how she treats me that I hope she dies.

Although- lets not get into that

The point I was trying to make is, even when you swear you hate someone close to you... ESPECIALLY YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD, you can never completely hate them.

That is only what I've been able to gather from other things like that

ALSO ALSO ALSO aLsOoOoooO

Why did sun² sound so unsure.. at that one part.

"I suppose nexus could sure try, if he was still around. Mumbles if he was still around..."

WHY DID HE SOUND SO UNSURE.

I wouldn't be surprised if he said it like that because he's seen how many times villains come back in this dimension ☠️☠️

LITERALLY I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED

But if nexus comes back, SHIT.

A part of me believes he will. It's after Christmas, and the new tradition is that shit happens after Christmas because the October takeover tradition ended

AAAAAAAAAA

I'll be kinda happy about it, ONLY BECAUSE THE ANGSTTT

YAYAYYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAAAAA

Another also and another woa!! >:D

"why does EVERYTHING have to be US"

"you think I have that answer? Heh, even with my intelligence.. I can never answer that one."

EVEN SUN² ACKNOWLEDGES IT

Because the show runners need to feed us, that's the answer <333

Their lives are something else 😭 they have to deal with something new everyday. They can never catch a break

That would be all. BUT HAHSHHDD I LAUGHED SO HARD SEEING SUN² FLY HELPPPPP

He had his "I was a fairy" moment 🎀 NDNDJSJMS

okay now it's all :3

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[talesfromawannabewriter]

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

@beef-brisket

(sorry for the wait this one took a while to do)

Lucifer was tossing and turning in his bed unable to sleep. He was in his suite at the hotel. When he left the rockstar he had two choices of where to go. The hotel or his manor. Right now Lucifer couldn’t stomach the idea of going back to a house that was built on false promises and words.

He felt down right sick the more he thought about it. When he had looked into Adam’s mind he saw everything. Every last memory from the time he was created to the last few minutes. That included all his memories that had Lilith in them. What he saw made him want to go back in time and curse his young self for being so stupid.

Adam was right Lilith never was under his control. He was under hers. He saw how she was constantly ordering him around. Telling him how he wasn’t doing anything right. Then in one memory he still saw when he closed his eyes was her choking Adam.

It was another one of their arguments when Adam decided to try and walk away. She tackled him and wrapped a strong pair of vines around his fragile neck and pulled. He could only watch as she almost killed him that day. This was the same woman he gave everything up and betrayed his best friend for. He thought he knew her, he thought she was his soulmate.

But he was wrong. It only got worse from there, the details weren’t meant to be shared. All he could say was that Adam lived a life of hardship. All thanks to Lucifer. Then he got to a somewhat recent memory.

It happened seven years ago.

The day Lilith left.

She had called a meeting to discuss the proposition of making a deal. She wished to leave Hell along with her position as its Queen. She would never contact nor use her powers against Heaven against Hell ever again. In turn she would be granted paradise. He knew she wasn’t happy with him for the longest time.

To do this though? To abandon her duties and everything they built and rebelled for. Then he thought of their daughter. Their poor, sweet, girl completely oblivious to her mother’s whereabouts. Only that she left.

And she wasn’t coming back.

But that wasn’t what broke him. It was just the icing on top of the shit filled cake. The thing that absolutely recked Lucifer was back when Adam and Eve had just left the garden. They were commiserating over being tricked by people they thought cared for them. Especially the bright eyed angel.

The first man then told the second woman something that Lucifer had never even thought was possible. He told her that he loved him.

Not just the usual love for a friend, but in love with him. Or at least he used to be.

That did it. That was the final straw that broke the camel’s back and opened the flood gates. His best friend was in love with him. The truly shocking thing was…he was too.

Back in Eden, before everything went to complete shit, he was deeply enamored with the first man. He just didn’t know how to say it. Then Lilith came along and he saw how happy was with her. Or at least he thought they were. Thinking he’d never look at him like he looked at her. Then the lies started and it just became one big fuck fest, with Lucifer leading the act.

As he wallowed in his self pity he couldn’t help but think, ‘Can I fix what has been broken?’ Or was the damage too big and irreversible? Because deep down, way beneath within him, past the resentment and anger there was still love for him. Love that never died.

He couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t give up. He would make things right. He had to.

Lucifer internally: I will fix this, I swear to you Adam. I will fix this.

—

Adam exhaled in bliss as he fully emerged in the warm water. A week had passed since the incident and Adam had felt ready enough to go back to his penthouse. Verosika said that she’d check in on him and make sure he was doing alright. Even offering to stay for the night. Have a little slumber party she said.

He was more than okay with it. In fact she would be arriving later this evening once she was done at the studio.

So far Steve hadn’t shown up. Yet anyway. He tried to not think about him and just allowed himself to relax in his jacuzzi that sat on his balcony that overlooked the streets of Lust. He slowly closed his eyes, leaned back against the jets, and listened to the sounds of his city. He was finally at peace.

Until��

Lucifer: Howdy do Adam!

His eyes shot open as he took in the sight of the king of Hell standing right outside his hot tub with a stupid grin on his face. Adam glowered and closed his eyes again hoping that he was just imagining things. He wasn’t so lucky.

Lucifer: I know that last time we spoke we left things…

Adam: On an almost murder?

Lucifer: Tense, I was going to say we left things on a tense note. But I think I know how to make up for that. A snap of his fingers and Lucifer was now naked and in the hot tub with Adam. Disgust crept up his throat as Lucifer swam over and caged him on either side with his arms. He was smirking down at Adam, not in his usual way, but with something…lustful.

Lucifer: As king of Hell I’m sure I can make you feel real good. I can make you see the Heavens above as you writhe in the sheets.

Was this man for real?

Not that long ago he almost killed Adam. Twice! Now he wanted to wet his dick in him? Adam merely rolled his eyes before managing to push Lucifer off him and got out of the tub.

Adam: True poetry Lucifer, I’m sure in your mind such words would have had me swooning by now. And yet…

Adam reached over to grab his robe and put it on while Lucifer sat in the jacuzzi muddled. He was so sure that would work. Succubi and incubi feed on lust so he figured that would be the best way to make up to him. He wasn’t lying when he said he was great in bed. At least he thought so.

He got out of the tub and with his magic made it so he was back dry and in clothes. Lucifer: I…well I uh…I did think that would work since your kind typically like it when their talked to dirty.

Adam turned his head to deliver a harsh glare.

Lucifer: Adam I…I just thought it was the best way to break the ice was to break the bed hehe.

Adam: Well I’m sorry your highness but you are the very last person I would even consider ‘breaking the bed’ with. So good day!

He tried making his way to the door but was unable to with Lucifer in the way.

Lucifer: Adam wait! Listen when I saw your memories I saw everything and I mean EVERYTHING. Even your feelings for me.

Adam: What? Complete utter loathing?

Lucifer: No! I know that you love me.

Adam narrowed his eyes. He considered the possibility that he’d see those memories. It didn’t matter though.

Adam: Loved. I loved you Lucifer. Past tense.

Lucifer: Come on you can’t tell me you don’t still hold to your fatal attraction for me because I sure do.

He said giving him a wink and a pose. Hoping that it would at least get Adam to blush. All it served was make Adam even more uncomfortable.

Adam: (scoffs) After all the shit you did to me? I think not. Now if you’ll excuse me I already have enough on my plate. I don’t need you adding on the stress.

Adam stepped around him and tried opening the door but found it locked. He tried over and over again but it wouldn’t budge. He knew exactly who was behind this. He turned around and crossed his arms staring down at the devil.

Adam: Very mature for an older ten thousand year old king.

Lucifer: Look you're mad, and you have a right to be, but I have the right to at least explain my side of the story!

Adam: Like you allowed me to explain my side of the story in Eden?

Lucifer: I was tricked!

Adam: So was I! But at least when you fell for being tricked by her you received a whole entire kingdom to do as you pleased. Me I got kicked out of paradise and had to survive not only for myself but my wife and children. Meanwhile you’re living it up with a hottie on your arm claiming yourselves as rulers of your banquet of madness!

Lucifer: For your information my powers to Hell didn’t come in until I fully embraced my prideful nature.

Adam: Which I imagine didn’t take long, what about Lilith though how long did it take her to discover her powers?

Lucifer: …A few days after we fell but-

Adam laughed sardonically.

Adam: You’ve been painting yourselves as victims this whole time when the real victims toiled and suffered on Earth. All while you lounged about displaying your power and demanding respect when you’ve done literally nothing for your people.

Lucifer: Hey I’ve done plenty as king!

Adam: Yes, like the caste system for the hell born you helped create.

Lucifer: That was Satan! Not me! I didn’t do anything about it.

Adam: Just like you didn’t do anything about Lilith riling up Heaven to spite them which initiated the extermination.

Lucifer: Oh? So I was just supposed to make her stop?

Adam: YES! This whole time you had the ability to stop what she was doing but you didn’t! And you know why that is? Because you care more about making the wrong people happy than those who actually care about you!

Lucifer: HA! You do still have feelings for me!

Adam felt his eye twitch.

Adam: UGH YOUR IMPOSSIBLE!!! The only reason we both know you're here Lucifer is because you feel sorry not for me but for yourself and want to make yourself feel better.

Lucifer: I do NOT feel sorry for myself I do care for you Adam I always have!

Adam: Then why didn’t you ever tell me? Why now? After everything? After your wife left you and seen all the shit she’s done? Is it because your little fantasy of her is ruined and you need a replacement. Otherwise everything you fell for, love and rebellion, both made and encouraged by Lilith, would have been for nothing.

Lucifer bit his lip hard, his fangs drawing blood as he kept trying to make some kind of comeback. Lucifer: I, I, I…What the actual Hell do you want from me Adam!? I can’t go back in time and change history! If I had that power I would but I can’t! Adam: No but you can start by admitting you were wrong. Or at the very least a simple ‘I’m sorry Adam’. But no that’s just too hard of an ask is it? Because you’re the king of Hell, the literal devil, and he’s never wrong is he?

Lucifer: Exactly! I’m not in the wrong! This all of this was just…a misunderstanding. Because at the end of the day I was still am the victim! The victim of Heaven, the victim of Lilith, and the victim of my love for you!

Adam wanted to feel anger, sadness, maybe even pity at him but all he felt was numbness. He never would change would he?

Adam: Do you feel any kind of remorse for what you do? Have you ever once even attempted to apologize?

Lucifer: What you think I should get on my knees begging for your forgiveness and admit that I’ve always loved you ever since you were created but was terrified of rejection and what Heaven thought. But most especially what you would say since you were always so loyal to Heaven and didn’t want to make them upset. But I never should have let it cloud my judgement and hurt you, because hurt you I did repeatedly throughout your existence. And that I should’ve taken the time to at least acknowledge the pain I caused. Because I was convinced since the beginning that you’d never dare to look at me! Is that it?!

Adam: …Yes actually.

Lucifer made a face like he sucked a lemon.

Lucifer: …Well fuck you! And fuck any chance of an apology you think you deserve! Because you don’t! Adam didn’t listen as he finally got the sliding door to open and stepped inside.

Lucifer: And another thing I can apologize but I’ve never had the reason to! But I can, I can apologize to anyone for no apparent reason! Just not you! Not with all the other shit you’ve pulled! You hear me!? I don’t owe you dick!

Adam had enough and slammed the door behind him. Leaving Lucifer panting and trying his best to keep the tears at bay.

Lucifer: …Everyone but you.

Succubus au

@beef-brisket

@fanofstuff01

(This au was originally on @things-aren't-what-they-seem66blog and was originally thought of by an anonymous ask)

The roaring of the crowd and the playing of his guitar deafened his ears but the incubus didn't care. He loved the way they cheered his name while he shredded on his axe. With one final strum, his song was done. He raised his arms and gave the horns, to which his fans reciprocated, and bid them all goodnight. He walked away his hands still raised until he was out of sight from them. Adam sighed heavily and wiped the sweat with his forearm as he made his way to his dressing room.

Once there he flopped onto the couch and groaned. Though Adam loved being a rockstar and having adoring fans, he wouldn't lie to himself, each performance, especially concerts, can be quite draining since he always had to prepare with mic checks and making sure he sounded right. Steve, his producer/manager/on-and-off-again fling, always assured him that these were mandatory. Just one of those sacrifices that come with being a star. Still, Adam felt a little like shit and he needed a drink, a hard one. Unfortunately, his evening wasn't quite over yet as knocking was heard from the other side of the door then a voice called out.

Assistant: Excuse me? Commander? I'm sorry for bothering you but I brought the VIP guests here with me.

Adam sighed completely forgetting about that. Almost all VIPs get access to meet him after every show. Though he loved his fans coming to him and saying how much they loved him, maybe even getting some head from the older crowd, tonight, he didn't want to. However, he knew that he didn't have much of a choice. Unless he wanted Steve up his ass, and not in a good way. Letting out a long groan he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and yelled out to her.

Adam: Bring them in.

He closed his eyes and sighed once again as he heard the door open and feet shuffle in. He prepared himself for the immediate responses of squealing and clamoring over to shake his hand. However, he was not prepared for a familiar voice to call out his name.

Charlie: A, Adam?

He opened his eyes and standing in front of him were Charlie, Vaggie, and a one-eyed sinner.

[lizstiel]

hey remember when. remember when one tearful (homosexual) declaration of love was enough to break through 30+ years of self hatred and self image and had dean saying to thee biblical god's face "see that's not who i am" when just an episode or two prior he would have wholly agreed with him. remember when. remember when cas' last gift to dean wasn't telling him he loved him but showing dean how he looked through cas' eyes and that was enough. and that was enough to change the way dean saw himself, too. hey. he y remember.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

[symbioticsimplicity]

Y’all what if Lilith didn't choose to take a vaycay in Heaven? What if she got redeemed?

[coveredinsun]

day 4 or something of gimleaf insanity. looping florence and the machine and outlining a fic

[cepheusgalaxy]

ughhhhhhhhhhh why am i so prone to complaining

[msftsn]

@galaxietm : “you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way that they hold their anger in themselves quietly.” things one might need to hear : natalia & averey.

within the sanctuary of the secret garden he keeps, only the knight can see the crimson flowers he has planted, their petals sway in the wind while he stands among the flowers in the dark. he goes there every night after making sure that the princess has someone guarding her quarters, goes there when he has to remember the past against his will. the red reminds him of the ground 'neath his childish body when they threw him into the dried river - his own parents - left him to rot and die because they deemed him cursed. it reminds him of the blood he's been forced to spill from the moment he was able to take any sort of paying job. but most importantly, it reminds him of the red hot rage he cages underneath his ribs, the anger that makes his heart pound until all he hears is his own pulse. the crimson flowers are like a sponge, seemingly soaking up his conflicting emotions before he crushes one under his shoe and moves on. continues as if nothing had ever happened. he remains silent, biting his tongue at the princess' words, nods as if she didn't just metaphorically threw a boulder at him. his chest tightens, feels heavy. worry surges through him like a tidal wave, she can't know, can she? there is no way she could possibly know. his anger never came up around her and he made sure to keep it well under wraps so nobody would ever face it. like a two sided blade he made sure to dull, until only the side facing him remained sharp.

❛ you make an excellent point, your highness. ❜

his voice is almost void of emotion, professional and cool as amber eye stares ahead into nothingness - occasionally glancing around the room as if to ensure he seemed normal if tense from the meeting he had with the high-ranking knights a bit ago. he'd look anywhere but at natalia if it meant she wouldn't see through this act, wouldn't see the disgusting side of him he so desperately tried to deny. to get rid of. he didn't want to be dangerous, he didn't want to be the monster he'd been called all of his life - he wanted to protect the childhood friend that gave a purpose to his life. thats all he wanted to do. if he could, he would tear his heart out to get rid of these pesky, negative emotions. if it meant he could be the person he wants the princess to perceive him as rather than the horrible, ghastly monster in human skin he already is.

❛ do you think a dangerous person can be good? ❜

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @tempestforged || lee & ichika || plotted starter ]

─「市香」─  a construct's frame could be repaired, the damage and parts could be replaced.

                despite that KNOWLEDGE being something common, it didn't mean knowing it would put her mind at ease especially when she hated the thought of him getting hurt. the commandant remembered the tears that welled up in her eyes when she felt her wounds slowly disappearing in the middle of the BATTLE after the GRAY RAVEN was separated in an ambush. the gashes and injuries fading from her skin were then appearing on HIS features, one by one.

                it was a decision made for them to get out of that emergency situation, and to make sure she wouldn't lose too much blood that would endanger her health. now that they have returned to babylonia, they had to wait for the STAR OF LIFE to treat others before they could take a look at him as they viewed his damage to not be life-threatening. so seeing her wounds on him made it difficult for her to hold back the tears, especially when he took even more blows in order to protect her.

                " just because they could be repaired doesn't mean they don't hurt. " it was a FACT, and he would know better than anyone. her soft hands came over his mechanical ones, squeezing quietly as though she was trying to bite back the droplets threatening to fall.

                " i don't like it, seeing you get hurt. we're supposed to share the pain. i can take them, too, from you. "