#Ofc I didn't get to take the day off. I have to suffer

[gazspookiebear]

Ugh I'm so sleepy. Eepy man. Enjoy this shit I cooked up in ten minutes.

You wake up, only to find yourself just as tired as you were a few hours ago. Your eyelids are heavy, and you're fighting back sleep with every blink. Exhaustion wracking your body with every movement.

You feel Simon groan and sit up next to you.

"Mmm... five more minutes?" You mumble sleepily, shivering at the sudden lack of warmth.

"'M sorry love, we've gotta get up"

"Please? I'm so tired..." You whine quietly

"Negative," he says, chuckling at your miserable pout.

"Please, Si?" You say it so sweetly. The nickname you rarely used. His weakness.

A moment passes before you finally hear a response.

"Fine."

You grin, knowing that you've won. He lays back down and wraps his arm around you, pulling your back to his chest. You close your eyes and sleep quickly overtakes you.

Of course, it was never just 'five more minutes'. Simon called your work shortly after and informed them that you wouldn't be coming in today. However that works.

[milfbrainrot]

it is just equal parts validating and infuriating that I've apparently always been right about certain aspects of mental health but resigned myself to the opinions of professionals who disagreed when... no lol I was right! And it's at least nice to know I'm right to advocate for myself in the future too bc I'm not making things up lol

[noroi1000]

could i request a gojo x yn where yn is a famous supermodel while gojo is like businessman mafia and she meets him in a part for influential ppl and some rival of gojo attack the party to catch gojo but can't do it and to save y/n gojo takes her with him in a hurry to make sure she's fine ( bro fell in love at first sight while y/n doesn't really care bcs yk very hard to be impressed type of lady ) but a plot twist in this setting sort of is that there has been cases of many murders recently and the serial killer is impossible to catch ( the killer is y/- ok yes u get it but she killed them bcs she ruined her family or sum like that so our baddie is taking revenge ) well this is a dark theme dark romance request so yep ofc there's dark content and no one knows abt y/n's past at all despite her status no matter how hard they try and gojo after taking her makes her stay with him bcs she's one of the few ppl who saw his face so for privacy purposes and gojo barely finds out abt y/n's "dark deeds" when she throws hints playfully ( she's kinda devious morally grey sort of woman ) and idk what to add much more honestly but yea a smexy romantic love story ( SUB GOJO PLEASE 🙏😍😩 ) and gojo brings her a person to kill every year on her bday bcs she feels "stabby" ( mindfuck book series ref if ykyk ) also ofc y/n continues her career as a supermodel bcs 💅🏼👠. as another personal preference don't make y/n younger as it's uncomfy to me so yeah jsjdndbdnfn

whew this was quite a lot

have a good day !

Beautiful Vengeance

cover by @blvckryx my advisor and friend

paring: Mafia boss Gojo x model reader (killer)

words: 4,7k

warnings: murders, violence, guns, some kidnaping, smut (sub Gojo/dom reader)

Your mother always wanted you to have a good life. That's why when you told her you wanted to be a model when you grow up, she supported you as much as she could. To give you what you might need to make your dreams come true.

Your career took off when you were a teenager. When you were 16, you won a modeling contest, and your name made headlines.

And because you took the victory from one person, your life was about to end...

You competing with a girl whose family was more important than yours. You won anyway thanks to your innate charm, which made you stand in the first place and people considered you a beautiful, future model.

Thanks to this, your career could continue to roll and grow. And you couldn't take that chance.

You've worked so hard. You were the pride of your parents.

But your only opponent was a spoiled female dog who after losing to you all she wanted was to get rid of you.

She was the niece of mob boss Q. A man going by the name Q, who made his living by killing people for hire, dealing drugs and weapons. Even human trafficking. His mafia teams were everywhere.

You didn't know about it until you saw a group of people enter your house.

You were in your room then, and you heard screams and sounds of fighting.

As you quickly made your way down to your parents' living room, all you saw was pools of blood covering the soft carpet.

And three people dressed in black with black masks on their faces. In their hands bloody knives that they used to make your parents lie on the floor with open but dead eyes.

You were sad. You were afraid. You lost your parents. You wanted to cry over their loss. They were everything to you. They loved you, you loved them. You could have lived with them 16 years of your life. And now... It's all over.

Or you die and join them. To shorten your suffering.

But something else popped into your mind. To make them suffer.

You could have died at their hands, or you could have gotten revenge for your parents by killing them.

And you want revenge for the destruction of your life...

So you silently walked over to the cupboard until the opponents saw you, and unscrewing the bottle you let the water flow out of the plastic, soaking the entire floor where one of the people was standing.

You smashed a nearby lamp on his head and stabbed him with the sharpened glass at the end. Throwing the damaged item onto the wet floor, you jumped back quickly, letting his body quiver with the current coursing through him.

You hit the other's neck with your elbow, pulling his head back until you heard a crack.

Such easy ways to kill someone...

You've already killed two people with your own hands. Even if the metallic, disgusting smell of blood was nauseating.

Before you were stabbed by the last man, you took the knife from the dead body, and plunged the bloody blade into his chest.

While his body was still moving, he managed to scratch your head with the tip of the knife, just above the ear. Cutting off some of your shiny hair. Making your ear and the side of your neck covered in drops of blood.

The man in front of you writhed in pain as you pushed the knife hilt towards him, holding the knife in it. Stuck in his sternum in the chest.

Even though you saw the fear of death in his eyes, you felt no regret. Even if he cried and looked at you pleadingly, you showed no mercy.

Just like they had no mercy for your parents.

As he fell to the floor, the knife fell out of his chest, staying in your hand. Covering your hands in scarlet liquid.

When he was twitching and moving away with the last strength, you just walked over to him, and sitting on his stomach, you drove the knife into his heart, slowly watching the life fade from his eyes.

You felt your pajamas soaking in warm sticky blood. However, you didn't let go of the blade as you walked over to your parents and hugged them, not caring how dirty and bloody you were. You slowly and gently closed your eyes and left the house. Heading to a place where you know where a girl used to live surrounding herself with people with "Q" marks on their clothes.

There was a calm expression on your face as you walked straight down the runway, focusing on going perfect. The flashes of the flash bouncing off your eyes. The outfit you're wearing looks so good on you. One of the collections of one of the most famous fashion designers has been selected for you. Alternating with two other models, you go out there, showing the clothes on your body for less than a minute. A then you go back to change into your next outfit, and leave when it's your next turn.

It was your job.

You like it. You are a famous model.

And you don't mind that people only look at what your body looks like.

You go to clothes exhibitions, you take part in advertisements for clothes, cosmetics, nail polishes, jewelry. You are the face of many advertisements.

A lot of people who hire you choose you because you're sexy. And there is mystery in you. And your eyes show killer sexiness.

Your pose is flawless, sophisticated.

Everyone who knew you talked about this mystery in photos and videos. Something obtained without photomontage and without any additional make-up.

And Dark Beauty when you're seen in the ads for the blood red collection. Everything from lips to nails was a rich red.

That color just reminded you of what had happened over the years of your life. You don't care as long as no one knows about it.

Besides, your revenge isn't quite complete yet.

When you were 16, you swore revenge on those who hurt your family and you. You are 23 now. You are a famous model that neither the media nor anyone knows the whole truth about.

Nobody knows anything about your childhood, nobody knows anything about your past.

"Our killer only kills those from Q? Pretty good..." the white-haired man muttered, looking at the lists of names killed by one person this month. Three people. He couldn't feel sorry for these people. Each of them had the symbol of the Q family. How could he worry about the death of his enemies?

"Gojo-san, there's going to be a fashion show party soon with Q's boss."

He looked at the man who had spoken to him.

He stood up, adjusting his white shirt, adjusting the collar. He put on a black jacket and black glasses hiding his face.

"I couldn't miss it. Let's get together, guys. Time to bust some Q's heads."

Upon arrival, Gojo sat in a chosen spot next to the raised stage for models.

Soon after, the lights all around went out. The stage was lit.

This made it difficult for them to find their target.

So they decided to wait until the main banquet and party started to catch their enemies then.

Those who hinder his mafia cannot exist. Creating a business is a daily routine for the great "Six Eyes. And when people who have contracts with him are suddenly found dead with a "Q" burned into their skin, he can't sit idly by.

When he watched the fashion show, he thought it was everything he had seen before. All models the same, with fake smiles, with everything to make them even more attractive to the viewer. In none of them, in his opinion, was one whose eyes reflected the soul. And Six Eyes draws attention to human eyes. He knows people's eyes when they show fear or anger. When they show emotion. According to him, there was nothing interesting in the eyes of these women.

Until you came out from behind the curtain, walking calmly ahead. In an elegant black dress.

Your face showed a certain coldness, but warm at the same time. Your eyes were so mysterious.

White hair caught your attention, and you looked at him once.

And then, the mysterious darkness in your eyes made his heart beat faster.

Despite your emanating true model face, coupled with a nice façade, he felt your beauty was deadly. And he liked it very much. Mysterious danger.

A beautiful cat that can scratch her claws at any time. Even to death.

His eyes sparkled behind his glasses as he felt a little blush appear on his cheeks.

It was the first time he fell in love with someone at first sight.

No... It was the first time he truly fell in love. And he didn't want to lose this chance.

That's why he memorized as many details of your face as possible to catch you at the party after the fashion show. Because he sincerely hoped you'd be there.

Even if this party here may be bloody and trashed tonight.

But the moment everyone heard a few shots and one man fell to the floor lifeless, Gojo knew that this was no time for love or fun for him.

After all, he came here to get rid of enemies in an easy way.

And the orders to anyone who came with him said only: "If you see someone from Q, shoot without hesitation. They're definitely here."

All the people panicked and started to run.

And then each of them took out a gun and started shooting at the enemies.

When the white-haired man saw that you were standing behind the curtain on the stage, without a moment's thought he ran ahead, jumped on the platform and pulled you on his shoulder, to sit behind a meter high and shoot to protect you. His goal in sight has already killed three opponents today.

"What're you-?!" You screamed as you pulled away from him.

You already had a plan to approach one of the Q's from behind and slit his throat!

And he interrupted you.

"Don't be afraid, you won't die." He said to you.

You couldn't see his eyes clearly through his glasses. But you know he's not a cop.

You are in the middle of a fight between mafias.

Arrows started raining in your direction and he then quickly pulled you in front of him, making you kneel in front of him, and he lowered your head to his chest as he bent down so they wouldn't shoot him.

As he knelt, leaning forward, you were underneath his body. That's how he protected you.

You don't know why he did it. But you guess there's a deeper meaning to it.

It was the first time anyone protected you. It was nice of him. Because that man didn't even know you. You only looked at each other once during the show. Few minutes ago!

When there were fewer shots in your direction, you crawled out from under his chest, heading around the narrow stage.

And you, too, reached into your thigh and pulled out a folding knife.

Ignoring the screams of the white-haired man behind you and the shots, you kept walking. Until you finally saw a man with a "Q" tattoo on his neck.

You literally felt the knife sharpening in your hand and you quickly walked over to him without making a sound and smashed the knife into his neck. And then to the side of the head.

You quickly pulled away and sheathed the knife to check for blood. Fortunately not.

You were pulled to your feet by the same man who tried to save you right after all the shots had stopped.

You looked at his face without glasses.

You noticed the beauty and unique vigor of the eyes.

You heard another shot.

You looked to the side to see a dark haired man firing a gun at a man who was sitting with his back against the stage to make sure he was dead. With his head on the side. Because of this, no one could see the hole in his temple and neck, which is why he died.

"That's everyone. None of them managed to escape." He said, addressing the white-haired man. "What about her? Shoot? You don't have glasses."

He pointed the barrel of the gun at you.

You'd love to fight. If only that guy's hands weren't on your shoulders.

"She saw my face, huh... It's okay. We're taking her with us." He said with a smile.

"What?!" you shouted pissed off.

"Baby, you couldn't see my face. It's not against the rules of my Mafia. No one except those closest to me has seen my face or knows my real name. According to the rules, I should kill you or lock you up so you don't tell anyone. However, killing you would be a great loss. You're so beautiful and you got me curious... I don't want to kill someone I fell in love with."

"...Hold on!" You screamed as you pushed him, but he only held you tighter.

"Come on. I just have to admit there's something mysterious about your eyes. What you show on stage is not the real you, is it?"

"Fuck off!"

"Aw, honey..." he mumbled sadly.

He started to drag you by the wrist to the car. And even though you kept leaning against you, when the other man helped him to immobilize your arms, you were put in the car and he got in right behind you. The door was closed.

You noticed the black window in front of you, separating you from the driver.

That's good. Maybe you can kill him.

When he looked away for a moment, you put your hand under your dress, pulling your knife from the belt on your thigh, and suddenly jumped into his lap, putting the blade to his throat.

"Hey, baby, this is how you repay me for helping me? Understand that these are the rules we have." He said with a smile, hands raised in front of you.

"I could handle myself." You growled.

"Such a dangerous, beautiful woman. What part is the real you?"

"Who are you?! Someone from Q?!"

"Slow down a bit. Actually, it's like I'm taking you, so I should be the one asking the questions. But okay. I'm Six Eyes. Mafia boss. And when it comes to Q, I'm their biggest adversary."

You wondered if you should trust him. He didn't seem threatening now. Also, there was no Q anywhere here.

Holding the knife to his throat, you hesitated for a moment on what to do.

This caused his hands to quickly pull you down to the seat. His both hands held your wrists while his hips touched your ass as you lay on your stomach.

"If I was from Q, I'd rather kill myself than be there. And besides, everyone from Q would pay no attention to anything. They would just tie you up, rape you, kill you, and then dump your body in a ditch. Did I do that?"

"If you tried, I'd castrate you." You growled.

"Dangerous. I like it. However..." he let go of your wrists and sat in his place, giving you space. "I don't know if you could do something for me. I must admit your ferocity and hostility is strong. But let's say I'm the Mafia boss and you're the model."

"Do not underestimate me..."

"So tell me, (y/n) (l/n), why shouldn't I underestimate you? Tell me something about you. Because you are famous, but your biography is not known by anyone."

You were locked up in the large villa that was his home for several days. Why? Because he didn't want to lock you up in your old garages. He didn't want you gagged and bound while you sat there for who knows how long.

Your relationship was closer because you liked him. However, there was still some tension between the two of you.

Him, the annoying, selfish asshole and egotist who spoke to you the way he wanted to, and always came in when you least expected it.

He was able to come to you in the bathroom while you were taking a bath.

And he joined you.

That's why things became intimate between the two of you quickly, even though you weren't even a couple. You could just be considered friends now.

And you both liked the relationship you already had.

Nothing changed for the next two weeks.

It doesn't matter how many times you hit him with a pan until he finally let you go.

Of course he didn't because he acted like a child after being hit on the head with a pan. He pretended to cry.

You took good care of him and checked him for any head injury. Everything was fine. So you didn't have to worry.

And then he wouldn't let you get out of bed, wanting to make you feel guilty for doing it.

He was lying on your stomach, making you rub and stroke his head because it hurt. And it was your fault.

You apologized to him, and what else were you supposed to do?

It was your revenge for him locking you in here. And for skipping one of the most important performances where you were supposed to show clothes on stage. However, you couldn't complain, because as compensation for your lost money, you received from him a wardrobe worth half a year of your work. Or even more.

If only he was still good at sex, then you wouldn't complain so much. Because your partners were terrible. It's as if they couldn't do anything.

Besides, you've also been given a luxurious house that you have to live with him anyway.

"Come on. I already apologized to you..." you said, running your fingers through his white hair.

"But it hurt..." he said, pretending to cry.

"You don't even have a trace of it. There isn't even a bump on your head."

"But it still hurt...

"You've probably watched the ball through your opponents more than once, right?"

"Not at all..."

"You're in the mafia, Satoru..."

So yes, he told you his real name with the idea that you can't leave him and leave his house anyway. So your names were used by you on a daily basis.

"I've been in the mafia since my mother gave birth to me. I took it from my father... Besides, nobody ever shot me. Because I shot faster and more accurately than they did. When I was 15 I killed a spy who was looking for our weak point in our defense." He laughed, purring as your fingers swirled in his hair.

"So you had a bloody childhood too?"

"I doubt you shot anyone when you were a teenager." He laughed. "How old are you anyway?"

"I'm 23." You replied.

"Same as me! You see? We are made for each other!" He stood up suddenly, looking at you with sparkles in his eyes.

"Apparently you have a headache." You laughed as you saw him quickly lay down on top of you again. "Come on. Come, let me stroke you a little more."

"Which means you had a bloody childhood?"

"Do you really want to know? Don't you prefer that I leave my mysterious eyes?"

"You're smart and cold, or so you think. At fashion shows and commercials, you change it to a mysterious and sensual façade. However, you can care for someone else."

"I hit you with a pan. Is this supposed to be taking care of someone?"

He laughed slightly.

"It was different. Because I don't forbid you to be aggressive. I understand that you hate me. But now you're stroking and hugging me. You wash me while I wash you. We are not such enemies. Can you say we're lovers?"

"I don't know. But when I was 16, I also did something that probably no other model has ever done." You laughed.

He looked at you for a moment, analyzing what you said.

And 7 years ago, almost 10 people were murdered. And from that moment on, the murders of everyone in the Q group and family began. Starting with some of the closest ones from the family of the boss himself.

And these murders continue to this day. The murderer is impossible to catch because no one knows who he is. The gender of this person is unknown. No one knows what his goals are in these murders.

"This knife... You..." He looked at you questioningly.

"I have a knife scar under my hair. And the blood stains are washing off the skin." You said softly. "You can beat me if you know the truth now. If you think I'll be in the way or I shouldn't kill people like them. But remember that if you try, I will try to protect myself."

"You know it doesn't matter to me We may even be partners in crime. Because this is the woman I fell in love with at first sight." He hugged you, holding you tight.

Your actions for revenge are not ridiculed by him. On the contrary. He supports it.

And he promises that everyone from Q will die.

Because he fell in love with mysterious dark eyes. Eyes that from the beginning hid something murderous. So beautiful.

Just like all of you.

Your relationship was like lovers and enemies at the same time.

Or was it more like partners in crime now?

Dark lovers who don't care about the lives of their enemies. You has a mafia boss, the famous Six Eyes, wrapped around your little finger.

You guided him. His heart.

Such a powerful man was so small and sweet to you. So submissive.

That's why you could give that big little boy what he wanted.

You were still riding his cock until you were out of breath that night.

Or rather, his breath.

When you wonder if he's good at sex, you thought he was going to be average.

However, it is different.

He has a big nice dick.

It really stretches you out. It goes so deep. It hits all the best places.

You could barely feel the thin condom against his thick length as your pussy slid over him, lovingly inviting him into your tight warmth every time you lowered your hips.

His arms were bound with the string you found. It felt so good in his muscles.

He couldn't move while you scratched his arms and bit his neck.

You were riding him, making him moan. His hips pushed upward to meet your warmth. Your hand on the back was catching his balls and you were squeezing the skin in your palm. You pinched his thighs. You ran your hands over his lower abdomen, running your fingers along the veins running down his pubic bone.

Your fingernails ran over his chest, occasionally grazing his nipples.

While riding him, you massaged your clitoris to make you come faster. And you smiled as you watched as his head was thrown back as he red-faced moaned at the feeling of your pussy sucking him. His chest heaved rapidly.

His cock twitched inside you.

And then you pulled it out of you, leaving it out in the air. Only with a thin condom on it.

He moaned as your fingers tightened on the base of him, not allowing him to come.

It was his first ruined orgasm you gave him.

And you think he was always driving during sex. He was downstairs now, but he didn't protest. This guy just needed someone to dominate him the right way.

Very slowly and unbearably, you took the condom off him as the precum began to form a transparent puddle in the sperm reservoir.

Leaning down to his red cock, you kissed his head, listening as he moaned, his hips jumping as he felt a sudden touch against a sensitive part of his body.

He was so red and sensitive from a ruined orgasm. It was so cute.

You sat on his hips, and rubbed your pussy against his length, pressing his shaft against his muscular belly.

At the same time, you pulled his face down to your chest, doing something he always did when he saw you shirtless. You put his head in your breasts and he immediately started sucking on your nipples. Feeling the softness of your skin.

Soon after, he started moaning again and you stopped touching his cock again. If he wasn't tied up now, he would grab the length of it and start stroking himself to feel relieved. But alas, his hands were tied. There was nothing he could do and he was at your mercy.

You pressed your fingers against it again. Ensuring not one drop of his cum will come out of his tip. He couldn't come yet.

You want to see him throw his head back and moan when he wants to cum so much.

You sat on his cock when he didn't have a condom on, and he hissed through his teeth at the hot and tight feeling when he had nothing to separate your insides from his sensitive skin.

You grabbed the second condom and ripped open the wrapper. Only then did you get off of him, watching his wet tip drool.

You put the rubber all the way down his length, and then you sat on him again.

Warming his cock until his eyes were glassy and hazy and his face was so red.

As he threw his head back and his shoulders and hips trembled, wanting to start thrusting into you to come, you gave him some mercy.

You started jumping on top of him, smiling as you watched his heavy breathing and closed eyes.

The mighty mafia boss began to moan beneath you. And his ragged moans coupled with light sobs were the cause of his intense orgasm which was a combination of the three he was about to get. His thighs trembled as he came filling the condom inside you, the heat from his fluids pushing his sensitivity to the limit.

As you pulled him out of you, his cock fell soft against his stomach. You took the filled condom off him and tied it, putting the sticky rubber on his abs.

You lay down next to him, untying his hands, letting him pull your body against his.

Your nights together made him unable to resist you. So when you wanted to go back to your dream job, he had to agree.

Two people followed you across the city.

Even if he trusted you not to tell anyone.

He had your secret and you had his.

Little cameras in people's suits let him see what you were doing.

Well, he knew what you would do with those two.

Besides, he didn't feel sorry for them. They were two deserters who ran away from Q to join his mafia.

And he promised you that everyone who is or even was with Q will die.

That's why when he suddenly saw a pool of blood on the other side, he wasn't surprised and didn't even feel sorry for the two people.

Then he saw your face as you held the camera in one hand and your knife in the other.

"Not nice, Six Eyes ~. I don't like being followed. And we'll keep your punishment for that for later, Okay?"

When you said that, he felt a pleasant shiver that passed over his spine. And he couldn't wait for you to come home.

You were his dark queen.

His dark, beautiful queen will have her beautiful vengeance.

Because you will get everything.

Every year, on your birthday, he would take you to one place where the dirty work of killing was often done.

As a surprise, you got one or two high-ranking Q people.

Because his beautiful queen will always get what she wants.

So if you want revenge, you'll get it. In the best way for you.

You are his killer beauty. His deadly love.

[poprock-gangsta]

𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖗

☆ ☆ ☆ 𝑩𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 ☆ ☆ ☆

Summary: If life's hardships can be likened to a living hell, then your existence seems to have plunged into a realm of double torment. The perpetrator of this suffering? None other than Smiley, a figure who paradoxically claims affection for you.

Kinks: Degrading, Impact Play, Breeding (ofc), Humiliation, Sadism

Tw: Gaslighting, Manipulation, Bullying, Violence, Weird Ran

Word Count : 3.7k

Enjoy!

As you sat in class, your mind struggled to focus on the lesson at hand. Despite your best efforts, the minutes dragged on, and it seemed like time had come to a standstill. But just when you thought you couldn't take it any longer, the bell finally rang. You gathered your belongings, moving slowly and deliberately to avoid the gaze of your personal executioner.

As you stepped out of the classroom, you were suddenly enveloped into someone's embrace. You didn't even need to look up to know who it was - the familiar scent and uncomfortable pressure of their arms were unmistakable. "Not now, Nahoya," you protested, attempting to squirm your way out of his grasp .

Disgrauding your protest, he tightens his hold, pulling you closer into him until every breath is a struggle and you have to look up at him just to breathe. A wicked grin spreads across his face, as he maneuvers you forcefully towards the rooftop. Your attempts to resist prove fruitless, despite your desperate struggle. Eventually, exhaustion overtakes you both, and you find yourself on the ground, positioned between his legs, while he leans against the fence. As time passes, you endeavor to turn around and catch a glimpse of his face, only to have him thwart your efforts by wrapping his arms around your waist, and burying his chin in your shoulders.

"Come on, Nahoya I’m going to be late!” you urge loudly however he persists, nuzzling his chin deeper into the hollow of your shoulders. The pleas and appeals for understanding continue to fall on deaf ears, until, at last, he grows weary of your entreaties. Letting out a protracted sigh, he concedes, albeit in a sadistic tone that sends a shiver coursing down your spine. "Fine, fine, if you're so desperate to make it to class,give me a kiss," his words echo with an unsettling edge. Caught off guard by his proposition, you hesitate momentarily, but knowing how he was you knew this was your only way of getting out so summoning all your courage you turn around.

With your eyes locked, you reach out to hold his cheeks, gradually leaning closer, only to have him retreat at the last moment, denying your advance. Undeterred, you persistently make subsequent attempts, each ending in the same frustrating manner. Exasperated, you decide you've had enough, and turned back to gaze upon the solid expanse of the cemented rooftop floor. "Aw Snowflake I knew you wanted to spend some time with me " he remarks, in a playful yet theatrical tone. Determined to disregard his comment, you shift your focus to your phone, and text your friend in hopes to get their notes for the day.

Hearing you type causes Nahoya to resolutely rest his neck on your shoulders, drawing you in even closer. “Who are you texting Snowflake?” he says while his once playful tone takes a sharp turn, exuding an air of rudeness and dominance. Attempting to disregard his intrusive question, you find yourself at his mercy as he begins peppering your neck with delicate butterfly kisses. Your instincts compel you to squirm away, but his vice-like grip renders any movement futile, leaving you trapped in his embrace. The incessant teasing reaches its breaking point, and you assertively confront him, stating, "I'm texting my friend to ask if I can borrow his notes since you refuse to let me go."

Abruptly, Nahoya ceases the trail of kisses down your neck and swiftly rises to his feet, simultaneously tugging you up with him. Not uttering a single word, he forcefully presses you against the fence's edge on the rooftop. A sense of confusion lingers in your gaze, yet he perceives it as an invitation, seizing the chance to engage you in a passionate, consuming kiss. As you lean back against the fence, attempting to find stability, Nahoya remains unfazed, wholly consumed by the fervent clash of your tongues.

As your lungs start to sear, you surrender the power struggle. Nahoya detects the intensity of your grip, and after what feels like an eternity, he gradually releases himself. Helplessly, you witness the thread of saliva snap, and just like the thread you collapsed to your knees. Nahoya proceeds to depart, leaving you with a final remark. "Talking about another man while I’m right here is such a turn off, so let's give this another shot after school." And don’t try to run away cause I would rather not have to punish you.

He descends the stairs, his laughter resonating throughout, while you remain seated, lost in contemplation over the recent events. Nahoya had wreaked havoc on your high school existence, tarnishing your reputation through spreading rumors that kept potential relationships at bay. He even went as far as capturing images of himself on your phone, to falsely portray you as a stalker. Moreover, he coerced you into a forced kiss with a guy in the presence of his girlfriend, branding you as a pervert and subjecting you to relentless bullying. So why did a single kiss from him set your heart racing, and why did you find solace in his discomfort? Nothing seemed to align in this bewildering haze.

After regaining composure, you composed yourself and made your way to class. As you took your seat beside your best friend, you noticed your teacher shooting a skeptical glance in your direction. Unlike the rest, your friend saw past the rumors and odd perceptions, never deeming you strange. You made an effort not to burden him, knowing his genuine character, yet his expression betrayed his concern. To alleviate his worries, you hastily jotted down a message on a piece of paper and handed it to him. With a quick read, he responded with an affirming thumbs up. The note simply explained that your tardiness was due to a visit to the nurse's office.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of yet another class, you retreated, this time infused with a newfound fervor compared to earlier. The weight of impending consequences loomed over you, threatening harm to either yourself or someone dear if you dared to be late for your rendezvous with Nahoya. With a hurried motion, you hastily stowed away your last pencil, neglecting to bid farewell to your friend or fully zip up your backpack. Without delay, you bolted out of the classroom, driven by an urgent sense of purpose.

Returning to the rooftop before Nahoya arrived, you gently placed your book bag on the ground, allowing your gaze to descend upon the sprawling campus below. Surprisingly, from this elevated vantage point, the view revealed a captivating beauty that had eluded your perception from ground level. It struck you as paradoxical that a place which inflicted such profound anguish could possess such resplendence in the afternoon light. Regrettably, this allure only served to deepen the painful scars etched within you.

After a brief interval, Nahoya materializes, prompting you to turn your gaze towards him. Yet, his countenance lacks the usual exuberant smile that earned him his moniker. Evidently, he must have detected your suspicion, as he proceeds to explain, "Mikey insists we attend a party to celebrate his sister, and it's crucial that we bring along a companion of the opposite gender to maintain a balanced guest list as we’re Emma's exact words." As he finishes his statement, his anger becomes even more apparent. Drawing nearer, he enfolds you in a tight embrace, before confiding, "Every girl I contemplated inviting was either doused in a cheap ass perfume or concealed beneath layers of fake personalities." In that moment, you discerned his true intention.

Firm and resolute, you assert, "No, Nahoya, I’m not going " emphasizing your words with an air of authority. However, when he retorts, "Well, Snowflake, it would be a shame if something were to happen to your dear friend," a wave of fear and anger overtakes your countenance. Aware of Nahoya 's propensity to act upon his threats, you choose to remain silent, releasing a sigh of resignation before reluctantly conceding, "Fine, I'll go." In that moment, Nahoya finally relinquished his grip on you, planting a hasty kiss on your cheek. "Good. I'll meet you there at 6," he remarks before abruptly dashing off.

After casting one final glance at the enchanting vistas of the campuses, you swiftly made your way back home. With a sense of purpose, you stepped into the refreshing cascade of the shower, commencing your preparations for the evening. At first, uncertainty plagued your choice of attire, until a recollection stirred within you — the prom dress you had purchased but never had the courage to wear, apprehensive of the potential consequences. Determinedly, you locate the dress and carefully slip into its elegant embrace. Adorned with a pair of exquisite earrings and a delicate mist of perfume, you step out the door, embarking on your journey towards the address Nahoya had communicated while you were amidst the shower's rejuvenating waters.

Beneath the seemingly ordinary facade of a vacation setting lay a realm of sheer magnificence awaiting your entry. Stepping inside, you were instantly immersed in its resplendence. The air pulsated with energetic music, and the surroundings teemed with a vibrant tapestry of people engaged in various pursuits—some lost in passionate embraces in secluded corners, while others reveled in the liberating consumption of drinks. In this moment, everything seemed to align, and you found yourself truly enjoying the experience. No judgment or mistreatment weighed upon you; you were free to embrace your authentic self, basking in the brilliance of your existence.

Yet, the euphoria was abruptly shattered when an unfortunate misstep caused you to stumble, resulting in a twisted ankle. Gradually, the pain escalated, prompting you to seek respite in a place of solace. Thankfully, an unoccupied couch beckoned invitingly, conveniently positioned outdoors by the pool. As you reached the couch, you gingerly removed your heels, settling onto its comfortable cushions. Tenderly, you began massaging your ankle, seeking to alleviate the throbbing ache that had encroached upon your otherwise joyous affair.

After a few fleeting moments, you yielded to the impulse of closing your eyes, granting your mind the freedom to wander. Yet, your tranquil reverie was abruptly interrupted by a soft voice interjecting, "May I join you?" Startled, you opened your eyes to find a tall boy with a distinctive hairstyle, his hair twisted into two braided strands of contrasting blonde and black. Respectfully, you removed your feet from the couch, gesturing with your hands for him to take a seat. Obliging, he settled down beside you, and a conversation ensued. "It seems you were seeking some respite in the open air as well," you acknowledged with a nod, seeking to establish a shared connection with your newfound acquaintance.

Amidst the lively atmosphere, a sense of camaraderie blossomed between you and your intriguing new companion. Ran, as you discovered, hailed from a different gang, but had secured an invitation due to his brother's friendships within this circle. Expressing his aversion to the revelry and libations that pervaded the gathering, Ran confided that he sought solace in the fresh air, a sentiment you wholeheartedly shared. Engrossed in conversation, you and Ran continued to converse, gradually drawing closer until your shoulders nearly brushed against each other. This uncharted territory evoked a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty within you, for this was your first genuine connection with someone beyond the confines of your existing friendship.

Just then Ran's hand ventured onto your thigh, an instinctual reaction propelled you to gently place your hand atop his, a subtle gesture intended to halt any further advances. However, instead of acknowledging your boundaries, Ran's tone shifted, his voice acquiring an edge as he urged, "Come on, Doll. You're an enchanting girl, and I wouldn’t mind sharing something more precious with you." His words dripped with a demanding intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Attempting to extricate yourself from the uncomfortable situation, you mustered the courage to rise, only to be forcefully pulled back down by Ran, intensifying your fear and confusion.

Just when it seemed like things were spiraling towards an even darker path, a sudden appearance disrupted the unfolding turmoil. Nahoya materialized before you, but his countenance betrayed a sinister transformation. A grin adorned his face, but it was not the customary playful smile you had grown accustomed to; instead, it bore the malicious smirk he wore every time he succeeded in orchestrating the ruin of a significant aspect of your life. In this unexpected moment, despite the fear gripping you, an inexplicable desire for Nahoya 's intervention surged within you, magnifying the complexity of your emotions.

In that harrowing moment, a devastating realization struck you with unrelenting force—this was all part of Nahoya 's twisted machinations. Tears welled up in your eyes, cascading down your cheeks as Smiley ominously drew closer. The weight of his presence, coupled with the weight of years of torment, caused you to crumble completely. His hand upon you unleashed a torrent of pent-up rage, an outpouring of emotions that surged forth with raw intensity. "Don't you dare lay a finger on me, you sick, despicable bastard! What have I ever done to deserve this treatment? You've shattered my life, you’ve destroyed me!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling with a mix of fury and anguish. Without a moment's hesitation, you fled, racing upstairs and seeking refuge within an empty room.

In that secluded space, devoid of solace or answers, you found yourself sprawled upon the floor, fixated upon the expanse of the ceiling above. It became your silent confidant, a witness to the turmoil consuming your soul. In that vulnerable state, your only recourse was to lay there, hoping that somehow, someway, the mere act of staring at the ceiling would grant respite from the anguish that enveloped you.

As footsteps echo outside the bedroom, you gather your wits, scanning the room to identify the approaching presence. It comes as no surprise when Nahoya appears at the doorway. "What do you want now?" you ask, your voice tinged with despair and desperation. He remains silent, advancing towards you on the floor. In response, you rise from the floor and take a seat on the bed’s edge.

So he joins you, bringing you side by side with the man who has inflicted immeasurable torment upon you. Honesty compels you to admit that the urge to strangle him is overwhelming, yet you valiantly suppress that dark inclination within you.

A tranquil silence enveloped the room, only to be disrupted when Nahoya swiftly seized your waist, pulling you into his lap. You attempt to utter a question, but it is swiftly silenced as Nahoya engulfs you in a passionate, fervent kiss. Struggling against his advances, you vigorously pound your hands against his chest, but he quells your resistance by firmly grasping both of your hands with one of his own. Eventually, he releases his grip, leaving you bewildered, and it is in this moment of perplexity that he utters something utterly unforeseen, catching you off guard.

"I love you," he murmurs gently into your ear, and a surge of emotions floods your being, as if a cherished part of your soul had been brutally torn apart, as if a searing flame had been mercilessly pressed against an open wound. With tear-filled eyes, you lock your gaze upon him, the weight of his words sinking deep within you, intermingling with the memories of his countless transgressions.

"Hahaha, love? Are you mocking me? If inflicting pain upon me is your twisted way of expressing love, then you are even more deranged than I had believed," you retort, your voice trembling with a mix of anguish and frustration. Your tears continue to flow unabated as you vividly recollect the litany of wrongs committed by this man. In that poignant moment, Nahoya abruptly seizes your cheek, his touch both possessive and venomous. "Any man who claims to love you is only seeking to possess your body, and we both know the bitter truth," he hisses, his words laced with a poisonous disdain.

His words struck a painful chord, resonating with a bitter truth. It was an undeniable fact that love had become an elusive concept, forever out of reach for someone like you. He had meticulously orchestrated a web of manipulation, ensuring that you would never experience genuine affection from another. He craved total possession, sparing no one in his relentless pursuit, driving you to a point of no return—a place where he alone held sway over your existence.

Yes, he had succeeded in molding you into his puppet, a mere object to satisfy his whims. However, the scars he had inflicted upon you, both visible and invisible, were etched deep within your being. And now, driven by a seething resolve, you were prepared to exact your revenge, even if it meant sacrificing everything, selling your very soul. Nothing held meaning anymore; your sole purpose had become witnessing his descent into the abyss of moral decay, just as you had.

Driven by your fervent objective, you seized his collar, forcefully pulling him closer until your lips collided in an all-consuming kiss. In that intense moment, a battle for control ensued, as tongues danced and mingled, each vying for supremacy within the confines of your mouths. Gasping for breath, you reluctantly disengaged, allowing the oxygen to replenish your lungs before willingly succumbing to the gravitational pull of one another. The fiery embrace recommenced, an unabated display of ardor, igniting a blazing heat that coursed through your veins, awakening a primal desire that stirred between your quivering thighs.

With a swift yet deliberate motion, he gently guides you to recline upon the bed, the weight of his presence enveloping you. As his hands deftly weave through your tresses, your fingers instinctively entwine in his hair, hovering tantalizingly above your supine form. With each deliberate caress, his skillful touch sends electric waves of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying the growing dampness that permeates your undergarments. "Are you sure ready to give in yet, Snowflake?" he queries, his voice a seductive blend of allure and sophistication, teasingly testing your desires. With a deep inhalation, you nod in affirmation, your breath hitching in anticipation, yearning to experience the euphoric ecstasy only he can bestow.

As he swiftly removed your pants and your adorable ribboned panties, his grin widened. While his fingers creep up your thigh and send shivers up your spine. A trembling moan of surprise escapes your lips as his hand slaps down against your pussy.As he ran his finger along your pouty lips, you melted in his hands. You moaningl arched your back and sank further into the mattress as he drew tight circles on your clit.

He grabbed his cock that was dripping with percum and lined it up at your sopping entrance, slapping his flushed pink tip against it a few times.

I’m He slowly eased his way inside, trying to giving you a chance to get used to his height and bulk. You whimper as you cling to the bed sheets. Just then he slammed himself into your sweet spot , saying, "Your so tight for me , f..fuck." He then dragged his cock back out, leaving only his flushed tip inside.

“M…Naho, too deep…sh~

You began to feel strange and whimpered. He speeds up to a more rough pace. He continued to stuff his thick cock into your cute little cunt. Digging his nail deeper into your love handles every time he slams his cock balls deep into you.

“ M’ mm if I knew y-youu were this goodd I would havvve done thhis years ago f-”

He thrusted hard into you causing you to see stars . It was as if your entire focus was on seducing him into cumming deep inside of you. At that precise moment, he grabbed you by the waist and impaled you on his plump cock, causing his balls to slap against your ass. 10x

He waited for your cunt to begin twitching and spasming around him. Your screams drowned out all other sounds in the room. You’re about to cum for me” Will then you dirty slut go head and cum all over my thick cock? Milk me dry” bet you can’t wait to have my fat load inside.” In a condescending tone, he leaned in and whispered in your ear.

In silence, you allowed him to continue pounding your weeping cunt, groaning into your ear, and biting at your neck. “I want you to cum on my cock like the filthy whore that you are, so "cum for me Snowflake"

After a couple more hard thrusts, you finally unraveled on him, your cunt squeezing so tightly that he started to see stars. Your cum causes a creamy white ring to form on the base of Nahoya cock.

“Fuckkk… I need to be stuffed with my cum. Until it looks like I've used up every last bit of you, but that's fine, because you want me to fuck a cute little baby into you, right?” You nodded absentmindedly as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in response to his meow in your ear. He slammed you against his cock several more times before releasing a stream of warm cum into your uterus. A single step forward felt like it would bring you completely undone.

He held his position so that when he did eventually pull out, as little of his cum as possible would be wasted. You lay there, gasping for air as he gave you gentle thrusts to further embed his cum in your body.

Once he pulled out he got up from the bed and went over to the dresser and pulled out a butt plug. Getting back in bed he opens your legs and places it right inside making sure that not a single drop of his cum was wasted. And with that you pulls you into his embrace and says “ I love you Snowflake, and I can’t wait for a future” you in response braying your chin into his shoulder and whisper mound enough to wear you can only hear it.

“Yep I also can’t wait for are hellish future together”

[chaoticbiguysblog]

Y'all don't understand how bad Kristen Riedel is for this show and the characters, I need her gone like yesterday. The last two seasons she was the showrunner and all of the interpersonal relationships suffered greatly when she was in charge. Apart from one or two scenes, every character seemed so disconnected from each other, especially Eddie and Buck. And don't even get me started on the disgusting and UNDESERVED redemptions of all the shitty parents on the show.

In S7, atleast Tim took over and while I'm not exactly loving the direction his storylines have gone in or how they've been handled (example: Buck's bi storyline) I think he's okay, with a longer season, he can definitely take the show back to its glory days. Also he atleast promised us Buck-Eddie scenes every episode and boy did he deliver.

But Kristen Riedel again a huge part of the writing team, wrote two of the worst things in the show to spread her agenda or something. First the nun thing, which everyone laughed about bc of how out of place and ridiculous it was, but this season finale and Christopher's decision was just out of character. Not to mention, fitting for Riedel's "blood family above all" agenda. Like, do you expect me to believe that Chris would call his grandparents instead of Buck and LEAVE to live with them in another state?!! Ofc he's a kid, he's not rational but from a storytelling perspective, it's bad writing, despite having multiple opportunities, we didn't even get a will mention. They probably needed to write Gavin McHugh off the show but there's other ways to do that, it feels like doing irreparable damage to Eddie and Christopher's relationship for absolutely no reason. It feels like they were having a hard time writing for Eddie, so they hit a refresh button and I'm sure if Riedel stays, he'll be written as Buck 1.0 next season.

This woman doesn't understand the characters, doesn't seem to care for them and it's exhausting. After the horrendous S6 finale, I thought we wouldn't have to go through it again but alas.

[amberluvsbugs]

My reaction to the news you just posted:

I saw your 'I lost someone' post a few days ago, and I have no clue what was going through that person's head for them to do that. Neither you, your co-workers, nor anyone in the fandom who may be suffering from illness deserved to be deceived like that.

My heart goes out to you, and I hope you're doing okay now. 💖

(If you're comfortable clarifying this for anyone who didn't see that post and may want to know the full context (no stress if you don't want to ofc), was Ari initially claiming to be dying of cancer or was it something else? Either way, it's still disgusting what they did.)

thank you it really means a lot. ;;;; In case anyone didnt see the post I made a while back, this is the full story for clarification: This all started on April 29th when I received a DM from my co-worker Toby, saying that a Poppy Playtime fan and friend we will call Ari, who he told me was 18 and has come to know for a solid year, was set to be sedated on May 6th due to having an incurable cancer. Because of this, he wanted me to create an illustration for her before she passed which I immediately took up the offer. Now, for clarification, I don't trust what anyone says in the PPT community. I am aware of how immature and dangerous the community can be. But when it's coming from someone I know and trust, I put my trust forward on that person. I don't mess around when it comes to someone nearing their death. So I got in contact with her, made sure she saw the illustration I made for her, and for the past week after work hours, I would talk with her in VCs and chill at every chance I got to make sure she was happy and having a good time. She acted very kind and sweet to me and so many others who would join the VC as they also soon came to know of her upcoming passing as well. On Saturday, May 4th we hosted a podcast for her as a subtle final farewell to the whole server. And on Sunday evening at 5 pm, me and Toby talked with her one last time in a private vc until she had to take her final leave from Discord. At 6 pm, me and Toby stayed on call listening to the Caretaker album fully (as we both had a big fascination for The Caretaker album, Everywhere At The End Of Time) as a sort of timer to let us know when she had passed, as we knew in 6 hours she would be sedated. At 1 am on Monday morning, The album finished. We both cried so hard it gave us headaches. I only got to really know her for a short time, but at that moment, she made such an impact on me and so many others in the PPT server and community. We had made art dedicated to her and I had even laid out a post for her. Everyone was mourning over Ari’s departure and for 4 days me and Toby were a MESS of emotions of grief. That was until I received a message from Toby on Thursday, May 9th, saying he needed to speak to me urgently in call. Toby told me that he had been watching Ari's activity and found something off with it as it had recently gone active a few times. I told him that maybe it was her friend having access to her account in her passing but Toby immediately showed me proof of the activity that's been going on in another server and on her Roblox account that she had. And that's when we needed proof or confirmation. For the past 4 hours, we did our research to find leads on her. We eventually found her school which apparently confirmed that she was 14, NOT 18, and we got in contact with her parents and asked them about Ari to which they were confused about this whole thing and told us that she was here. Which CONFIRMED that she was still ALIVE. We filled in on the parents for what Ari did and she is no longer going to have access to her electronics. We were both devastated at this point and absolutely furious. Everything we did for her, and the community, was all for nothing. She used and fooled us by a means to get attention and to specifically get in contact with Toby and be forward with him as a minor. We dedicated hours and days to her, mourned and cried for her, all for it to be crumbled down into a fake death. We were beyond disappointed, me especially as I don't take kindly to this sort of thing. I don't get mad. In fact, I try to be a kind person to everyone, but the fact someone would take advantage and play death like this to us for attention is disgusting and just wrong. I have moved on from this but please don't make this a big deal. They were 14 and this will not stop me from doing what I love for the PPT community or whatnot. It's just a life lesson I will take to heart and be careful to not put my full trust in someone unless I have clarification that they are indeed going through a death-like situation like this.

[baphometsss]

this might be like... an extremely hot take but. what would solas have done if only mythal and rook had been there to convince him to stop? if the inquisitor wasn't there, what would he have done after mythal released him from her service?

i'm wondering if he would've actually just.. offed himself.

his body language when mythal is talking to him is very revealing--he's literally trying to give her the wolf's fang. he never wanted it, he made it for her. she did terrible things with it, and it was used to kill her. is he trying to give it away, or offering it to her to kill him as penance? he is offering the person who gave him his body to take it away again, to end his suffering as an elf.

it's very telling that he turns to a befriended inquisitor and says that 'because of you, i can see the way forward' (paraphrasing). he says, directly to a high approval/romanced inquisitor: 'i will go and seek atonement.' he has been forgiven by the inquisitor, but he still wants to atone. that is something he never would've had the opportunity to do if they had not been there to remind him of who he truly is. he would be free of his duty to mythal, but he would still owe the world a huge debt for all things he did to it in her name, and to those he betrayed in the inquisition. the weight of that guilt, after finally confronting it after so much of it had accumulated in denial, would've have crushed him.

then there is the din'anshiral, the path of death. presumably, this means his own death. he planned to stay alive after the veil fell to rebuild the world mythal wanted, but he also seems to infer several times that he knows his death lies at the end of the path he's walking and is heading there willingly. that is the literal meaning of the din'anshiral. a romanced inquisitor tells him that she is walking the din'anshiral with him, as she has done for a decade. she is reminding him that he is not alone in his suffering--and does so again when she chooses to follow him into the black city. this is so telling of how well she understands him--she knows what he needs to hear, she knows what his deepest fear is (dying alone). and she works with rook and morrigan/mythal to bring all the necessary parts together, because she knows from experience that just trying to soothe his pain is not enough. she needs to address the cause, or the cycle will just continue.

all of this, to me, is not just about trying to get him to stop doing an awful thing. it's about talking someone away from the ledge of their own destruction. all the clues and signs solas left for the inquisition to follow him was his way of.. well, asking for help, basically. varric was right that he didn't want to do what he was doing, but he underestimated how much he was suffering and how determined he was to avoid confronting his mistakes. the inquisitor is careful not to make the same mistake, and explains his personality in a way that shows they don't underestimate the power pride has over him.

ofc, if he had taken his own life, the veil would've fallen anyway--but i daresay that after losing the only thing that tied him to his purpose (his duty to mythal), he wouldn't have cared that much. i've been at that point myself enough times to know that being called selfish or whatever isn't enough to make you want to keep going. the apathy of a suicidal person is a powerful thing. it's only through his friendship/romance with the inquisitor that he's able to hold on, to keep going. and i think this is a nice touch, because it circles back to the dialogue the inquisitor has with solas and the banter solas had with varric in dai about 'dusting yourself off and trying again'. (paraphrasing). varric is essentially there in spirit, with the inquisitor, to offset solas's grim and fatalistic worldview. solas is essentially just... catastrophically depressed and like a depressed person, can only see things that reinforce the negative outlook he already has. even in dai, he has a tendency to collapse himself into that darkness and not see a way to continue other than through terrible acts. he needs someone else to show him a better alternative--which is what the inquisitor does and is why they are so integral to this scene.

i don't think varric would've wanted it any other way, honestly, and i think the inquisitor knows that. it's why it basically works with a low approval inquisitor too, because even if they don't care for solas, they would want to see varric's wish for his friend come to fruition.

essentially the final scene of datv is about holding an intervention for solas lmao. and like an intervention, you can't do it with just one person.

[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

Zayne x Reader - Blurbs

A/n: THE BESTEST BOY AND MY FIRST LOVE (not above my actual bf ofc) ZAYNEEEE!!!! Please enjoy and here's the double upload maybe triple if i feel like it

So dear old Dr. Zayne

Beautiful, stoic and loveable Zayne

He's the sweetest man you've ever met

But...

He can get pretty upset at you for being stupid

For example:

You open the door, it's late at night and you're holding your side. The wanderer you fought alone today was stronger than you thought. You still took it down but now you have to suffer the repercussions of your actions. You remove your shoes and limp to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. Hissing at every movement, you try to quiet the sounds so you don't wake up your boyfriend. He had work soon and you didn't want to disturb him. You could handle a small wound by yourself. The lights in the living room turn on, blinding you for a couple of seconds. Then you see Zayne with crossed arms and in his robe. He looks you up and down to then have a stare down with you. You will always lose against him. "Y/n." "Zayne...Shouldn't you be in bed? You work in a couple of hours." He eyes the hand gripping your side and your dragged leg. He eyes you again, annoyance in his gaze. "Seems to me like I just clocked in. Sit down." "Zayne, I can handl-" "Sit. Down." You sit immediately on the stool in the dining room and watch him disappear down the hall. You couldn't help but feel bad, he should be asleep, but your loud ass had to go and awaken the doctor. He reappears with the medkit in hand and peels off your shirt gently. The wound is an irritated red color, bleeding somewhat. Zayne works in silence and it makes you anxious. "Zayne, I can handle the rest. You can go to sleep." The way his eyes dart to yours makes your heart shrink. "A wanderer almost killed you, you barely handled it. God, Y/n. If you need to request backup then you request it. You're lucky you even made it back here alive." His voice raised slightly and then his eyes darted back towards your wound. You felt your eyes tearing up, you didn't mean to make him worry. "I'm sorry Zayne. I really am. I needed to- to prove something to myself." "What is there to prove if you died!? Then I would have to see your death on the news." He stands from your side and packs away all the medical supplies. You listen when he tells you to not move from your spot and watch him disappear. He reappears shortly, rubbing his face with a hand while approaching you. He gently picks you up in his arms and takes you into your shared bedroom. He places you gently on the bed and is about to exit through the door. "Wait. Zayne. I'm really sorry." "Promise me that you'll call for backup next time. I need to hear you say it." "I-I promise I will call for backup if I need help. I'm sorry." "I know you are. I just need um- I just need some space right now." You nod and you watch him disappear out the door not before shutting it. You fell asleep soon after, you felt horrible. When you wake up, a note is on the bedside table with a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol. The note read:

Dear Y/n,

I hope you're feeling better. If not, I put some Tylenol and water next you. I also called your job and said you will not be in for a couple of weeks. You need to heal, be careful walking around and do NOT get yourself into trouble.

Love Zayne

You couldn't help but smile.

Zayne came back surprised to see that you listened

Just know he still loves you and your mistakes, no matter what

He's your doctor after all!

And he loves cats

A day after his birthday, you decided to take him to a cat cafe for a couple of hours.

"Happy birthday again, Dr. Zayne." "You said it so many times on the drive over here." "I know, I know. I just wanted to make it super special for you." You enter the cafe, pay for some sweets and then find a table to sit down at. When you came back from getting the sweets for him, Zayne was surrounded by kittens and cats galore. He gave each and every one of them attention. "Here's some sweets Zayne." "Thank you, Y/n."

You spent the hours playing with cats, eating sweets and talking about each other's days

Cat cafe was peak tier for our your man Zayne <3

[joohanisms]

Do you have any headcanons for pegging Jun han. I want him so bad 😵‍💫

OHHH BOIIII . DO I . DO I HAVE PEGGING JUN HCS.

edit: sooo this nearly turned out to be an oneshot. hope you like it either way <3 (i Loved writing it, thanks for the request!!)

junhan + pegging thoughts 💭💫

cw: smut, fluff kinda?, pegging duh, usage of "good boy", strap-on (+ mention of other toys), first time bottoming, the slightest bit of crying (/pos), a single hickey,

wc: 2,7k

minors dni

so. he suggested it first

after he came across some confirmations that both of you would enjoy it. two of those being:

the time he was shuffling through your ~toy box~ for a vibrator and happened to find a strap on. he immediately turned scarlet, making you worry for a second

"baby, are you okay? do you want to stop?"

"no, i just... uh, you have a strap on?" he lifted the harness out of the box, his statement sounding more like a question.

"oh yeah :-) can you please get the purple vibrator though? we don't have all day >:-("

he very soon forgot about it, until the time your fingers went too low during a blowjob and he nearly jumped out of his skin (and came) at the same time.

"you okay?" "yeah, it's just. um. you're nearly in my ass?"

you furrow your brow, letting his cock rest against your cheek, "do you not like it? i'm sorry, i got kinda carried aw–"

"no, i mean, it's not that, i– i'm only surprised, i guess?" his quick hands on your face and his rushed reasoning makes you smirk. "what, never had anyone near it?" his cock twitches when he feels you stroking his perineum lightly, and you file the information somewhere in your brain. hyeongjun's face and neck are so red you decide to take pity on him, "i'm just joking, babe. do you want me to go back to sucking you off? no ass stuff, i swear." he chuckles, mumbling a yeah, and feeds his cock back into your mouth.

after those moments, he finds himself thinking way too much about it. the feeling of your fingertips on him, the harness stashed away in your bedroom, the dildos he knows you have, the time he got drunk with his friends and had to suffer through jooyeon's retelling of how he got fucked in the ass and how good it felt... the list goes on

but he never really mentioned it to you

so when you're watching tv on your couch and suddenly you have a lapful of your lanky boyfriend, burying his face in your neck and going "can i ask you something?" you're very surprised, to say the least

"what's up, jun?" you wrap your arms around him, softly running your fingers up and down his back. he takes a deep breath, and you can feel as much as hear his words against your neck: "would you peg me?"

the butterflies in your tummy turned into full on birds. you have a whole ass pigeon in your stomach

"is– is that something you'd like?" you stutter a bit, your head going haywire.

"if i didn't, i wouldn't be asking." his shoulders shook lightly as he laughed. "would you do it, though?"

you catch yourself a second before saying "duh??? ofc", and tells him a much more appropriate "of course, baby. whenever you want."

you run your hand through his dark hair, and he relaxes completely against you.

"mhm," he gets comfortable on your lap, "not today though. gathering up the courage to ask you made me tired. nap?"

and so the subject dies down for a while. until you're both shirtless on your bed, letting him kiss you silly.

"baby," hyeongjun starts, fiddling with the buttons on your pants, "do you want to fuck me in the ass?"

??? DUH

"are you sure? i don't want to pressure you." you whisper, holding his face in your hands lovingly.

"i wouldn't have asked if i wasn't," he smiles softly, and you melt.

he definitely notices how eager you are, if the way you immediately get off the bed to fetch the ~supplies~

the harness and a half empty bottle of lube are thrown into the bed. hyeongjun's cheeks are flaming red.

"uh, you wanna choose the dildo? i have a few," you look down at the box in your hands, trying to figure out which one he'd like more.

"oh. uhh. the smallest?" he nearly regrets asking for this whole thing fr

and so, a sparkly pastel pink dildo joins the harness.

you climb back on the bed, straddling him

his hands are creeping towards your bra when you very helpfully ask, "are you clean?"

he chokes on air poor thing

"of course i am! who do you take me for??" he reaches for your discarded shirt and throws it in your face out of sheer embarassment.

he didn't browse half of wikihow for nothing ffs

"i'm just making sure!" you put your hands up in defeat, not being able to supress a chuckle at his frustration.

"stop embarassing me and start fucking me, for the love of god!" he pouts, knees towards his chest and his face in his hands :-(

you have half a mind to tease him with a "not into humiliation, then?" but you take pity on his poor soul

"i'm sorry, baby." you kiss the back of his hands, in hopes that he'll stop hiding. "one last question, though."

he peeks at you behind his long fingers, "fine. what."

"are you going to be a good boy for me?"

now, you can hear him whimper.

you straddle him, gently pulling his hands away from his pretty face. "you like that? you'll be my good boy?"

he nods, and the room feels stifling with warmth again. you can't help but kiss him hungrily, running your hands across his naked shoulders.

by the time you pull apart, you've taken off his pants, leaving him in his boxers while you've only lost the shirt. it gives you a power rush, being almost fully dressed, on top of him, and knowing what comes next.

hyeongjun looks delectable. the rosy hue of his cheeks, the small pants coming from his kiss-bitten mouth, the expanse of warm skin... all for you to touch, all for you to love.

you settle your hands on his narrow hips, squeezing lightly. "can i take those off?"

he nods, following with a "yes, please". so polite.

and so, he's completely naked, hard and leaking against his tummy. you want nothing more than to wrap your mouth around his cock – and so you do.

his hands fly to your hair, trying to ground himself as you suckle on the head, tasting his precum. he whines when you sink a little further, letting his weight rest on your tongue and holding his cock firmly by the base. sneaky, your other thumb finds its way to his perineum, not too different from the first time you accidentally put the thought of ass play in his head.

he starts to shake slightly, and you know you have to get this show on the road before he cums down your throat. you let him go with a pop, gently caressing the top of thighs,

"get on your hands and knees for me?"

he mumbles a "yeah", and you leave him to get comfortable while you look for the lube in the crumpled sheets.

he's SUCH a good boy omg.

you turn to him and he's propped up on his elbows, watching you. he smiles softly when you catch him, adverting his gaze.

you squeeze some lube on your fingers, trying to warm it up a bit. your other hand glides along his spine in a comforting motion. "can i start?"

"please."

he shudders when you press a finger to his rim. the moment your fingertip enters him, you're rewarded with a whimper. you pet his thighs in an attempt to soothe him – you know he needs to adjust to the intrusion, so you let him do so, pressing kisses to his back.

it doesn't take too long before he starts getting antsy, trying to push himself back on your finger. you move, and his head hangs.

he's panting, and soon he very softly says, "add another, p- please?"

who are you to deny him?

after properly letting him adjust to the two fingers in his hole, you begin moving around, looking for the spot that will hopefully make him see stars. when you realize, his face is stuffed into the pillows, muffling his whimpers. his legs are shaking, barely holding him up, and his walls are clenching down on your fingers.

you consider adding a third finger – just to be safe – but hyeongjun said he wanted a fuck, and the dildo chosen is not very big; it's very begginer-level. he's stretched enough.

you slowly pull out, draping your body over him to kiss the back of his neck. he whines, but you're quick to turn his face towards you and kiss him deeply, swallowing his complaints.

your jeans are grazing the back of his legs, and he suddenly realizes just how vulnerable he is – naked, ass up, lube running down the inside of his thighs... god, he wants to hide.

he buries his face back on the pillows, and you can't help but worry a little.

"jun? are you okay, baby? do you need anything?" you climb off of him, laying by his side.

he's quick to mumble an unconvincing "i'm okay," finally stretching his knees to rest his stomach on the mattress. he startles a little as his cock comes in contact with the bed. "c-can i... uh, can you..."

you touch his cheek, urging him to stop hiding his pretty face. he turns to you, gives you an once over and settles your heart:

"can you take off your pants?"

you have to chuckle. you were so scared you did something wrong, while he just feels a little too naked. "of course, baby."

while you shimmy out of your jeans, he turns to lay on his back, looking intently at the harness thrown to the side.

laying down beside him again, you peck him on the lips, once, twice, and looks at him adoringly. "do you want to go on? we don't have to if you don't."

he pulls you onto his hips, straddling him once again, and smiles.

"i do. i want it."

mirroring his smile, you brush away the sweaty strands of hair on his forehead. "how do you want it? i'll do whatever you want, just ask."

"can we stay like this?" his cheeks color red, his hands softly coming to rest on your shoulders.

"of course. anything else?" you lean in, nuzzling his neck. he smells like faint cologne, sweat, and what you can only classify as him.

"take off your bra?" he giggles, sneaking his hands under the straps.

laughing along, you kiss him again, guiding him to the clasp.

once your titties are freed – and hyeongjun had not only traced his mouth over them but also given you a hickey on the top of your right boob – he sneaks another glance to the harness and dildo.

you catch the hint, and puts both on, his eyes never leaving you. when you're finally ready, lube in hand after slicking up the dildo, he's bright red again. you decide against playfully asking him if he likes the view; the way his eyes are shining and looking at you with utter adoration are enough of an answer.

"ready?" you ask, holding his legs by the knees, (much like he does with you <3)

"yes."

you lightly press the tip of the silicone against his rim, and squirts some more lube directly on his hole. no such thing as being too safe, i guess. plus the legitimate squeal he let escape his lips at the cold substance hitting his skin was pretty much a reward.

you push into him very slowly, not wanting to rush and hurt him. you thank the gods for the chosen missionary position, as you can see every shift in his expression.

his brows are furrowed, his mouth is open, his hands are on your shoulders, his hair is a mess of dark, sweaty strands and his eyes are closed shut.

once you bottom out, he already looks fucked out.

you cup his face, "good?" he nods, not trusting his voice.

quite an useless thought, since as you've barely finished uttering the words "tell me when to move," he's already squeaking out a "move, please."

and so you do

you start thrusting in a decent pace – not too fast to hurt him, not too slow to make him go insane – and soon you're punching little moans out of him.

his hands splay across your shoulder blades, nearly covering those with the delicious size of them. he wants to pull you closer, you can tell by the way he's almost making puppy eyes at you.

keeping the pace, you bend his legs towards his chest. the angle changes, and by the looks of it, you're hitting his prostate dead-on. his head is thrown back, before you release one of his knees to tangle your fingers in the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss that's more him panting in your mouth and you swallowing every sound he makes. his leg is in the position you left it in and you don't have enough free braincells – they're mostly going insane about how hot the whole situation is – to keep a brain-to-mouth filter, so you can't stop the "good boy" that's being whispered against his lips.

he whimpers.

his hands are no longer on your back; his left hand grasps the leg you released to keep it in position, and the right desperately snatches the hand still on his other knee, intertwining your fingers.

you pin your joined hands to the mattress beside his head. at this point, your thrusts have become faster, and hyeongjun's mouth can't produce any words except for the ocasional trembly "baby" and "please".

he looks close to cumming – hell, he's BEEN looking close to cumming.

you squeeze his hand, your other hand leaving his hair to jerk him off in the fastest pace you can, and delivers what's apparently the killing blow:

"my good boy, my hyeongjunie, my baby."

his back arches, his lips open in a sob and he's covering your hand in white.

you bury your face in his neck the best you can, helping him ride out his orgasm by slowing your hands and hips.

by the time he's calmed down and his hand is clutching your wrist to stop in overstimulation, you lift your head and see little tear tracks glistening on his skin.

you pull out, immediately kissing him deeply while he clings to you the best he can with his tired limbs.

you carefully wipe the wetness around his eyes with your clean hand, and he's looking at you like god sent you himself.

"was it good?" you whisper, cupping his cheek and already knowing the answer.

he only chuckles breathlessly, nodding with conviction.

you peck his lips again, detangling yourself from him, "i'm going to get something to clean you up with. i'll be right back, don't move."

you come back somewhat clean, with a damp towel and a bottle of water, to see hyeongjun in the exact same position you left him in

after wiping the lube and the sweat + making him drink some water + fetching him some boxers (as per his request) + assessing the state of your sheets, you finally lie down to cuddle.

your limbs are tangled, his face is pressed to your chest, and you're talking in hushed tones.

"was it actually good though? nothing bothered you?"

"it was perfect. i'd have no one else take my ass virginity."

"you're stupid, you know that?"

"mhm, but you said i was a good boy, so..."

"that was a great discovery by the way. next time, we're getting you a tail plug."

"a what?"

+ bonus:

"a tail plug, you know. to go with the good boy kink."

"baby, please shut the fuck up." he laughs, shifting in the mess of limbs. he slots his leg between yours, and has a terrible insight. "you didn't cum."

you pet his hair, pressing your lips to his forehead, "it's fine. today was about you and what you call your 'ass virginity'."

"no. i'm not leaving you hanging." he hooks his fingers on your underwear, "sit on my face, come on."

"baby, i'm okay, i swear. you don't have to–"

"you're so wet i can feel it on my leg. who do you take me for?"

[raguma1002]

So, basically, in a world where BJ and PB start a relationship very early, their only salvation is to end the relationship. In my opinion. They would have to be fine alone. And maybe, a good long time later, maybe they could come back.

in fact, we have two versions of this au. kinda sub-aus. it sounds silly yeah but it works (in my opinion). it's alpha!bobutter au and old married couple au.

i've already thought about how i want to see the result of their relationship in alpha!bobutter au. and i came to the conclusion that there is no result as such. tbh, if you think realistically, they just don't have a chance. they are doomed. they are unlikely to break up, at least completely, and even more unlikely to get rid of their demons with therapy and all that. i would imagine their ending as a slow rotting together that ends with the death of both, sooner or later. therefore, i prefer to look at their relationship in this au as a process that has no end, because it's more interesting that way.

but old married couple au! i was just thinking about them yesterday. and damn, it's such a cool concept. freak and i decided that this au is pure fluff, which i just adore, and now it's kinda my favorite au

okay. now how i see it. we take freak's post and just soften everything a little so that it fits the concept of fluff (i hope you don't mind freak. if anything, we can always make sub-sub-aus /j). almost each au is based on an assumption, and this time we assume that the relationship (friendship at first, maybe) with mr peanutbutter helped bojack become, well, more tolerant. softer. not that he fixed him, it's just that his presence in bj's life helped him to be a little more rational and not such a jerk in many moments, which is why he at least did not spoil his relationship with herb (maybe he still got fired, but bojack at least supported him after that and they didn't cut off communication). bojack wasn't so indifferent and rude to sarah lynn. didn't agree to participate in the bojack horseman show. and accordingly, he has a lot less regrets in his life, and in addition, a reliable partner who gives him unconditional love.

i'm not sure if they started dating right away or if they were friends at first, in freak's post these circumstances are almost identical to those in alpha!bobutter au. i like to think that they first became friends, and their romantic relationship began more consciously (however, a casual one-time hookup as a catalyst seems interesting in this case too), although i can't say that they were both 100% ready for it.

bojack's stormy youth is over, and pb is with him. he still turns to alcohol sometimes, and this is a problem, but not nearly as serious as it was in the original. mr peanutbutter still doesn't know how to express his desires normally, suffers from toxic positivity and is rarely sincere, and only with bojack. but they're doing better together. it's not like in alpha couple au where two bad people meet and poison each other's lives, but rather like two people with flaws meet and try to live this life, supporting each other as best they can

i just like this au because then the title of the show would be smth like "BoJack Horseman Doesn't Have Any Problems and Others Do (Well, He Actually Has Some, But It's Okay)". i mean, they definitely have problems in their relationship, and they work with it as best they can. the arcs of the other characters didn't change in general, except for some additions (pc doesn't have to get bojack out of trouble to her detriment every day, todd lives with both of them and so on).

in my opinion, this au is needed in order to look at what the events of the show would look like if everything happened under such circumstances (although almost all the terrible deeds committed by boj didn't take place because i've already explained why, and they need to be replaced with something more light and it's interesting to speculate about too). and ofc FLUFF. and can you imagine what kind of relationship they would have if they had been dating/married since they were +-30 years old??

but i still need to know freak's opinion, of course, since these sub-aus are kinda ours. but in general, i imagine it like this. i wanted to make a post about it, and now the opportunity has appeared. thank you!

[ikamigami]

What happened to Moon's therapy with Earth where she told him to re-establish the bond he had with Sun and Moon agreeing to it? Like Moon, where is the progress in that? Hello??? I get it, Moon and Solar has a lot in common (and that's one of the reasons people ship them together but I digress) but like Sun is his brother. The one who has been there from the start, Old Moon, to now, New Moon. I get it, Moon wants to protect his family that's why he is always keeping things from them but as Earth said before, Sun wants to protect him and everyone else too. Please, I'm so tired of the Solar and Moon show episodes...

Thank you for asking this question, anon!

I hope that you don't mind that I'll use your ask to address the elephant in the room.. which is why Moon is keeping things from Sun once again?

The one conversation I had with my friend on Discord.. reminded me that I saw the shift in how Moon acts towards Sun.. and that it all started when Moon went to Evil Sun's dimension.

I realised that from that moment Moon stopped informing Sun about things and started distancing himself from Sun...

It's also that from that moment Moon started to tease Sun again. First it was Sun turning into a dragon but later Moon started teasing Sun about "the crush he has on Roxanne"...

Moon also stopped calling Sun brother.. and when you remember that Evil Sun told Moon that Sun and Moon being brothers is rare.. things start to make sense...

I thought that showrunners run out of ideas to give us the plot of "past repeats once again" and started using jokes about Sun having crush on Roxanne to fans' annoyance.. but if we take Moon's visit in Evil Sun's dimension into consideration then it all makes sense...

Moon is paranoid and I'm afraid that he's scared that Sun may start acting like Evil Sun.. and he's scared that maybe his brotherhood with Sun isn't that.. deep...

It explains why Moon started distancing himself from Sun and why he started teasing Sun.. it's because Moon sees Sun as his brother and he cares about Sun deeply.. but he's scared of these doubts that appeared in him since the talk with Evil Sun and he tries to be casual about it and that's why he started acting like that towards Sun..

I think that Moon didn't lie to Earth that he trusts Sun with his own life.. but I think that Moon is doubting that trust and he's scared of it.

It's the same thing when you starts to distrust your own family due to how paranoid you are and ofc Moon is scared of it.. Who wouldn't be scared?

But Moon should talk about it with Sun.. Sun needs to know why Moon is distancing himself.. why Moon is pushing Sun away...

Because if Moon won't talk with Sun soon.. something terrible will happen and Moon will regret running away from this issue forever...

Moon doesn't realise how much it is affecting Sun.. how much Sun is suffering because of Moon's decision...

Earth sees that something is off with Sun and she sees that Moon distanced himself from Sun that's why she both tried to reassure Sun that he can talk to her about whatever is bothering him and tried to push Moon to reconnect with Sun...

And like I said Sun is lying that everything is fine and he's in his best mental state.. it's a lie.

He's suicidal and Moon's decision to push Sun away makes Sun feel like he's unneeded and it's pushing him more and more on the edge...

Something tragic will happen.. and I can see it happening in three ways (actually two but.. I'll give three options just because):

Sun will try to sacrifice himself by going after Eclipse or creator - it happened once already so I'd love if showrunners wouldn't do that with Sun again...

BM will attack Sun and Sun will give up - it's very likely to happen.. it was established more than once that BM wants to kill Sun and Sun giving up was hinted in episode when Sun and Moon played Joyville.. Moon said that Sun will give up in life or death situation one day...

Sun will try to kill himself by overusing star's power either on himself or maybe on the voodoo doll - the possibilty is high because Castor reminded Sun twice to not use star's power, Sun throat was hurt similarly to Lunar's and Lunar's throat was hurt due to overusage of their powers.. The thing with voodoo doll is more unlikely to happen...

I think that Earth would push Moon even more to talk to Sun.. bit she's busy dealing with that whole creator situation and it's a big deal for her so I can't blame her for not thinking about Sun and Moon's situation at the moment...

Moon on the other hand is once again prioritizing wrong thing.. He's taking care of Eclipse's situation.. but the thing is Eclipse isn't a threat... He didn't do anything. The only thing that Eclipse is trying to do for now is to find out who brought him back. In other words Eclipse is busy with his own issues...

Moon should talk to Sun. It's more important than Eclipse's or Ruin's situation...

It's not that surprising that Solar doesn't see the issue with the way Moon is distancing himself from Sun.. because Solar doesn't understand how it is affecting Sun and why it is bad for Sun's mental state.. It's because Solar is poorly managing his own feelings and emotions... That's why he doesn't see that there's a problem and that something tragic will happen really soon...

So it seems that I was right and show is really going with Sun is suicidal plot and that's good because it shows us that the story is consistent and that showrunners aren't giving up on some parts of a plot like some of us had thought.

Unfortunately we're heading into one of the most angsty story plots in the show and we need to prepare for it.. At least I'm sure (or I hope so) that Sun won't succeed and he'll only end up in a coma or something similar...

I hope that the answer satisfies you, anon 🙇‍♀️

[normansnt]

Hello, here for a request :

Aziraphale and Crowley with a trans!masc reader (if you write for teenager!reader, maybe he is a teenager pls ? And all platonic ofc) that suffers from dysphoria. He wears binders more than the recommended time, and Aziraphale and Crowley discover it.

Ignore it if you don't want to write it, and have a nice day !!

OMFG I love this request. 🫶🥹

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You were breathing heavily when you, Crowley and Aziraphale were running towards the Bently.

It was pouring rain when you three left the restaurant. When you arrived you guys could only find a parking spot a few blocks away. Aziraphale looked back at you when he reached the car.

"Com on Y/N" he sort of yelled.

You tried to regulate your breathing to no avail. When you finally reached the car you sat in immediately and didn't care that you were drenched. What rather bothered you was that this made the shirt you were wearing cling to your chest. You did your best to keep it away and dry it to make it less clingy.

Crowley looked at you through the rear view mirror with suspicion, you were more out of breath then usually.

"You're taking that off when we get home, right?" He asked looking over his sun glasses.

It took some time for Aziraphale to know what Crowley was talking about but when it clicked he immediately turned back towards you.

"Of course he is, he knows the limit is 8 hours" he smiled at you kindly.

You smiled back, strained. A warm feeling spread through your chest because of his trust in you.

But it disappeared as quickly as it came since you remembered that you have been wearing it for more than 12 hours a day with no breaks or break days.

You wanted to do it the healthy way, you really did. But the image in the mirror that showed your breasts was just too painful. You thought about wearing trans tape, but that wouldn't work as well as a binder and your breasts are your biggest insecurities.

Throughout the ride home you didn't say much. Your mind being occupied by how your chest looks right now and if the clingy wet shirt shows too much.

Crowley parked the car in front of the bookstore and you all walked in, it was still pouring down rain.

You walked in first and you were about to head upstairs to your room but heard your name being called.

"Y/N a word." Said Crowley.

You turned around and looked at him confused. He took his sunglasses off and looked at you.

"I'm a demon you know that right? It's not smart lying to me because thats what I do for work." He started as he sat down on the couch and gestured for you to sit down next to him.

Aziraphael looked at him just as confused as you.

"What are you talking about Crowley?" Crowley looked at his husband.

"How long exactly have you been wearing that binder?" The red haired demon asked at last.

There it was. The dreaded question. But how did he know? It didn't matter, he was right lying to him is stupid.

"Well..." you started trying to find a good way to explain yourself.

Aziraphale looked at you shocked. He detected the undertone that you used when you did something bad and were trying to make it sound better then it was.

"Y/N?" The Angel looked at you with worry.

"All right, maybe a bit longer than it's recommended, but I'm fine I feel no pain and this binder is good quality its not that painful." You tried, you really did but when it was about your well being these two turned into detectives with a doctorate in arguing.

"What's 'a bit longer'" looked at you skeptically Crowley.

F*ck. You were busted there was no helping it. You looked at the ground and muttered an 'all day long' quietly.

"What?!"

"All day long?!"

Sounded the mortified questions of your, well, at this point, parents.

"I can't help it, I HATE my boobs I just want to tear them off every time I look in the mirror someone else looks back at me." You said getting just a little upset.

Crowley took a deep breath.

"Y/N, We are not going to pretend we know exactly how you feel because we can take whatever form we want. But we know one thing. The health of humans is very fragile and you are just a teenager, you have your whole life ahead of you. You have to understand that repressing a part of your biological body is NOT healthy either way thats why there are restrictions."

You could hear the worry in his voice

"Y/N you are a boy with or without breasts. That is your identity, it's you, it's uniquely you. You are a boy and your looks cannot take that away from you because who you are comes from within and not from outside."

Finished what Crowley started Aziraphale with a kind tone.

You were starting to tear up. You were so lucky to have them in your life. You looked down.

"It still feels like shit." You sniffled.

They stood up and sat down besides you putting their hands on your shoulders on either side.

"We know, sweetling but you're strong, and you can get through it." Cooed slightly your Angel of a father.

"And, you'll need to take that binder off to keep that strength of yours so that you can move freely again." Finished Crowley as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You chuckled.

"Yeah, ok, I'll go and take it off." You said as you were about to stand up, only, two hugs from two sides form an angel and a demon held you down.

You smiled and hugged them back.

There was nothing in this world that meant more to you than this little family of yours. You would even stopp the end of the world just to stay with them. (A lil foreshadowing😉)

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Its a little short I hope you don't mind🥹

This is such a cute request thank you🫶

And remember my fellow trans mascs wear a binder only for 8 hours a day and take breaks to stretch as well as a totally binder free day at least once a week. Take care of yourselves eat and drink plenty. Don't worry things will be all right you are strong and you got this. Love you❤️🌈

[thenugking]

In Family Jewels-verse, is there a reason Odalia picked Raine as a puppet flunky and passed up the chance to order Darius around? I feel like it’s possibly psychologically interesting, but it could just be that she’s seen them as inanimate puppets so much that they don’t really feel like people anymore and she just picked the first puppet she happened to glance at

See last time I was watching For The Future I did go, "wait, fuck, the way I'm writing Odalia, if she was looking at a bunch of Coven Head puppets, she would pick Darius to bully first no question, I'm gonna have to come up with a reason to justify why she picks Raine instead or my fic's gonna fall apart."

Anyway. I'm not sure it'll come up in the fic at all actually, but I do have A Reason, and it's that Odalia gets Darius to make the Collector's pizza rolls instead because she knows he can't stand pizza grease.

Odalia, ofc, is too upper class to eat pizza at all herself, but she has Memories of Alador slurping up pizza and wiping the grease all over his coat when they were teens, and Darius being the one person more Horrified by this than she was. She doesn't want to make the Collector pizza rolls :c You know who'll want this even less than she does? Fucking Darius. Go make the pizza rolls, puppet guy. She's not sure if he's actually Aware of what's happening and how he's being made to suffer at all, but maybe one day he'll get un-puppetefied and discover grease all over his dumb fucking gloves and have a little cry about it. <3

So anyway Odalia watches him go off to make the pizza rolls and is then like, "wait, shit, I still need to move these puppets, and I'm still too intimidated by Coven Heads I didn't go to school with to make demands of them. Raine I guess you're gonna have to pick them up for me with your weak nerd arms. Fuck. Darius is probably a lot stronger and could get this dealt with for me a lot quicker. Foiled once again by being so caught up in petty assholery that I didn't think anything through. Raine please you just dropped five people on the ground, this is gonna take us forever. I'm deciding this is Your fault actually."

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When the Clock Strikes| The Hobbit AU| 1|

When the Clock Strikes 

Summary: *set in modern-day Erebor* They had taken back the throne and the kingdom under the mountain and now Thorin has to find suitable consorts for not only himself but his two nephews. Among them included a homely grocer turned burglar from the Shire, a lonely princess from a far-off land, and a woman from the king's guard. 

All human 

Thorin/ Bilbo possible 

Kili/ Tauriel 

Fili/ OFC 

Kili/OFC/ Fili 

Rated M for violence

30 chapters

Modern era. 

I thought I had posted this before but looking at it when I was finishing up the second part, I realize I never posted the first part on here just on AO3. So here it is.

One 

 Thorin thought taking back Erebor from Smaug would be the hard part, but he was wrong.

Dead wrong.

He was told by Balin and the small consul who now included his cousin Dain and his sister Dis, that he had to marry and that his nephews, Fili and Kili had to marry as well. 

And that there would be suitable suitors coming from other kingdoms and walks of life. Was going to be the hard part. If it were up to him, he would rule alone, and then when Fili, his oldest nephew was of age and ready to rule he would step down and live the rest of his life in a quiet peace that he hadn't since the kingdom had been sacked and taken over. 

"It's not all a bad thing Thorin." Bilbo Baggins, one of the members of his company, commented as he took a seat at the table, that he and the rest of the company had come into the Great Hall after Thorin in a fit of rage threw all consul members except for his sister and cousin. 

And the burglar went right into clean-up mode, "You want the Durin line to continue on past the boys right?" His blue eyes found Fili and Kili who were sitting next to each other bickering over a prank gone wrong. 

As much warriors as the boys were, they were still just that. 

Boys. 

They almost lost their lives taking back the kingdom and deserved to live a little bit and throwing a marriage into this was going to throw them right into being Thorin's heirs and not being able to actually enjoy life. 

"I do." Thorin finally spoke, he had been quiet for so long that Bilbo didn't think he was going to say anything, "But I don't agree with this. Many kings have ruled without a consort."

 "Not all kings are hot-headed like you brother.' Dis commented, "This will help level things out for us and for Dale."

Dale was the neighboring kingdom that had suffered through a famine that almost wiped out the whole kingdom followed by a depression that was finally letting up after 20+ years. 

 "If not, it will be entraining." Dwalin laughed, he loved watching his long-time friend squirm and get uncomfortable and this was a prime example of it. 

Bilbo dropped his head into his hands with a groan, this was going to be a huge nightmare, he knew Thorin's temper, and he knew Dwalin's temper. 

At the first sign of insult, they would fight. And that was the last thing they needed. 

It was bad enough that Thorin had almost started another war with the King of the Woodlands who was not too far from where Erebor was located due to insults and past hatred. It had taken all of his patience and care to fix the whole situation before it got any worse. 

 "Don't worry Bilbo." Dis muttered, " We will make sure that no more wars get started. At least not until we are back on our feet and good to go." 

And that was what Bilbo was afraid of.

[imaginespazzi]

Bonjour bestie lol (and thanks Im always happy interacting here)

Yeah I personally had no serious complaints about Paris. Even lucky w nice weather. It was staggering to see the amount of tourists even at an off season! Great all around experience, but do recognize that a short trip/visit is a skewed version of a place. And I'll totally back you, I mean visually its just dreamy. Trivia tidbits for all - did you know that France is the most visited country in the world and that the government price controls baguettes? Thats so cool you speak French to that level. I can only claim moderate Español, studying up to two years through college. And to be fair I think I referenced my trip destination as the "wifey's motherland" ha so it probably didnt totally register. Side note I miss watching her games 🙁.

Ok I do now think that after the new GH chapter I am entitled to compensation via free language lessons or something. Sweet suffering Jesus 🙇‍♀️. Like I saw your warning and Im also always onboard w angst for plot development and whatnot. But that entire read was so much worse than I couldve envisioned! Kindly asking for a remedy w/in no more than 21 days (I think thats a fair amount of time, plus the holidays are nearing so you have to be thoughtful on principle 😅) Yup think we'll just stay posted and see what noteworthy game results and dramatics lay ahead for our entertainment. I wished that the S Car/NC State & Iowa/VT had been better game to watch.. Patiently waiting for Paige menace activity on this special day! Are we thinking that Ms "thats how petty she is" is waiting to post at a later time than A did? Lol. No but Im sure they had their usual busy days and ofc are doing what actual celebrating they can

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Bonjour mon ami <3

Oh yayy love that the weather cooperated. That's one of my biggest fears on vacations, that I'll be stuck in icky weather because that will genuinely ruin everything for me.

I did know it was the most visited but had no idea about the price controlling of baguettes lmfao. I don't know much about economics but I'd assume that's beneficial to them?

Ah yes I think I just didn't process wifey's motherland correctly. Also we're at the point where I saw a picture of her the other day and you were the first person I thought of so like y'all kinda have to be together now.

LMFAO you can have all the free language lessons after that chapter fs lol. I'd like to think it won't take me 21 days this time but who really knows with me and my hectic life.

Yes still nothing very interesting in the top 15. Some good upsets (Harvad-IU for example) outside of that but sometimes that's more just because those 15-25 spots is in essence a revolving door for the top 15-35 actually. Excited for us vs UNC though!

Paige did her biggest one with her stories and I'll never get over them! And them having breakfast with Azzi's grandparents is the cutest thing ever; they're so dometic lemme go cry.

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Hello bpp!

I know you’ve talked about solo stans or akgaes on &off in a lot of your posts but I was wondering if you can make something like a guide to how to spot them in the wild like their common talking points etc because I see so many well meaning armys both new &old keep falling for their ideas not knowing how distorted their perception of bts and hybe is. I think it would be really helpful. I shared your anti post to a few fellow armys & they found it really helpful esp since at the time jimin was getting a lot of hate &a lot of us were feeling bad for him. It would be really helpful if we had something like that for solos or akgaes but ofc only if you wanted or if you had time cuz i know your really super busy. Thank you bpp!

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Ask 2: Bpp with this BB issue deleting Jimin's sales with no comment from the company, people are becoming solo stans and I don't know how to stop it. I tried explaining to my friend that BH isn't liked by BB, they're a Korean company and BB is a private American company that has all the power so BH has to be careful to not blacklist BTS more than before. She brought up newjeans but I told her it's under a different company but she didn't care. She's now saying boycott D Day is the only way BH will listen! I never knew she had this side to her! What can I do?

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Hi Anon(s),

I'm not trying to convince anybody here. When I write what I do, I'm not actually asking anybody to agree with me, nor do I care if they do. And this applies to solos, shippers, OT7 ARMYs whatever version or combination of those comes across my posts.

This is probably going to be controversial (lol), but I think the people who become solo stans, akgaes, shooters, toxic shippers, etc, were always going to be that. Granted, sometimes siloed environments can radicalize people into joining those factions, like baby ARMYs who get into taekook through Youtube rabbit holes, but it's also true some people are naturally more susceptible to radicalization than others, and some people are more prone to twisted ways of thinking, they just need a cause or catalyst. And I'm not interested in pointing out the road maps to get out of cuckooland.

What I've observed is that a lot of the time, the view a person takes about Jimin, BTS, k-pop, HYBE, etc, has more to do with their own personal inclinations/experiences, than anything that's actually happening in reality.

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I look at all the above and see an asylum let loose.

There's nothing to be done for these people. And I'm genuinely not interested in convincing any of these sorts of people to get their heads out of their ass.

It's no good pointing out the difference in power dynamics between BigHit and Eldridge Industries, if the person you're talking to is personally distrustful of authority and corporations to begin with.

What good is there talking to someone who refuses to understand how an independent label/subsidiary functions within a parent/conglomerate?

Do you think the people calling for BigHit to market BTS the way those fans and the Western entertainment industry would prefer, care about the number of times the members have explicitly said they've always known of easier ways to get success, but choose to decline those methods?

Every instance we have of Jimin asserting himself, a trait that over 10 years appears to be very dominant in him, becomes background noise for people who believe him to be too timid, too stupid, or too selfless to stand up for himself.

...and so on.

These are people who cannot think beyond a very narrow set of ideas that hinge on their personal experiences. They cannot imagine any other scenario in which HYBE might not release a statement in response to Billboard's selective application of the rules; they cannot think of any other reason why we haven't seen Jimin post a cake for his album, or BigHit posting an article for his Hot 100 win, except that their golden boy is suffering in the gilded cage that is HYBE; they cannot think beyond their own personal needs as a fan, to see that their expectations might not align with Jimin's; they cannot comprehend any other reasons for what's happening to Jimin, except that his team is actively sabotaging his career out of malice and coercion (by their expectations); that Yoongi akgae (in SS above) cannot comprehend the eventual outcome of their race to the bottom with other members' akgaes, when reporting playlists for rival members or review bombing their albums; they cannot think of any other reasons why xyz member has less lines, screentime, promotion times, etc; and so on.

Something you'll notice about every solo stan and toxic shipper, every single one, is that all their ideas always lead to one logical conclusion. They can dress it up in different ways, and yeah there are stages where some people are farther along that narrative arc than others, but without fail, every single akgae theory is subversive to the idea of BTS, and always ends at one logical point.

Anon in ask 2, this is probably not the answer you wanted, but I have nothing to say to your friend besides "good luck". We all have at least 10 years of bangtan history available to us; we all see various examples of all the members making sacrifices to uphold the one thing they all claim they love above all else - their team; we see several examples of BigHit navigating adversarial environments in Korea *and* the West, to make BTS the biggest group in the world with ARMY supporting the whole time.

Anybody becoming an akgae today over this BB debacle and BigHit's handling of it, over Chapter 2 roll-outs and sales numbers, etc, would have been one in 2016, or 2018, or any other time the members faced inequitable treatment that just happened to hit that person's mental sweet spot, the set of conditions that in their heads that results in only one explanation: the member they love being hated and exploited by their team with no recourse and no agency. In spite of all the times the members have explicitly expressed the opposite.

Anyone losing sleep over the chaos right now wouldn't have lasted a minute as ARMY in the earlier years for BTS, and I have no qualms about letting dead weight fall off.