#WHEN LOVE IS GONE VERSION SUPERIORITY

[unelunebleuedort]

SO

This is THE christmas movie that i grew up with. My mom absolutely adores this movie and it has inhabited a sense of christmas in me where if i don't watch this movie during the christmas season, christmas didn't really happen.

We had this tradition in my family whilst I was a young growing child with a modest ability of learning morals and lessons through the osmosis of watching my peers, elders, and random movies. The scene is set. It is at least December (because we are proper americans with a sense of time of giving holidays their proper due. *looking at you target with your october christmas decorations) and my mother would decide it is time for yearly silver cleaning. For some reason, Thanksgiving was not granted the status of having clean silver for the holiday feast but christmas was. Some strange crossover of Unitarian Universalist, Protestant, and Catholic standards that I have yet to fully comprehend.

So, my mother would lasso my sister and I into a weekend night of polishing various items of silver plattery to a shining finish while watching "The Muppets Christmas Carol". The silver must be polished while watching this grand movie of christmas morals and dickens masterpiece. Now, my burgeoning mind did once wonder why we were polishing silver, a sign of wealth in past times, during a movie that purports to share/use the wealth to better your community; yet, such thoughts were put on the back burner once the Great Gonzo began his narration as Charles Dickens with his accompanying jester, Rizzo the Rat. The precocious child that I was identified and was more delighted by the antics of Rizzo throughout the movie. Who doesn't love Rizzo climbing through the gate bars and turning to the Great Gonzo with a puzzled expression declaring "What?"?

The movie would play on going through the ghosts of past, present, and future and I would continue to rub the silver to a shine with a random thought associated to Aladdin rubbing the gold lamp. However, never did a genie appear. Only a ghost on the screen playing out the wishes of Charles Dickens in a moral/life lesson. Yet, the polishing would always suffer and slow for the shine during the song/scene "When Love is Gone." This song and scene was one of the few that didn't have a muppet front and center so my young mind took notice of such a fact. Adults were playing and this was an adult mood. This scene played in stark contrast to the ones before and after it. The emotions didn't fit what the actors' faces were portraying. She's sad but she isn't crying and yet she's almost smiling. the current scrooge is crying but the past scrooge is almost mute in appearance. The emotions were next level for one as young as I ((at such time as I was watching it). Much like the movie "Inside Out", "The Muppets Christmas Carol" introduced another level of emotion. Unlike "Inside Out," "The Muppets Christmas Carol" was a more subtle approach where each year I watched during our traditional silver polishing, I gained another level of understanding and nuance of what was happening in that scene. She was bittersweet of a love that was, and now a love that was gone. She appreciated the love but lamented the love which has faded. S Present Scrooge cries and is despaired by the missed opportunity or mistake of his past self. His past self is stout and stoic due to his need to complete his career goals in sacrifice of his romantic ones. Each rewatching of this movie allowed me to see and discover how to describe each of the emotions I just previously mentioned.

Therefore, through 3 levels of maturity at our time of viewing (my mother, sister, and I) we all enjoyed a movie that was enlightening and engaging to both learning values and moral traditions. Leaving out such a crucial scene reduces the movie to a solely a more childish interpretation than one that can grow with the viewer. And any type of art that can evolves with the viewer and their evolution of self is massively superior to one that is restricted to one maturity/genre. Because each viewing, much like I still do to current day (with much less silver polishing and more other ADHD hand occupying techniques), provides a new interpretation and/or understanding that can contribute growth to a person's understanding of self/character.

OK THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL EVERYONE FUCKING REPEAT AFTER ME. THIS IS WHAT YOU WILL DO WHEN YOU WATCH MUPPET CHRISTMAS CAROL THIS YEAR:

You will navigate to the page on disney plus (and it has to be here. Unless someone has actually uploaded the REAL movie anywhere else you cannot get it elsewhere)

BUT YOU WILL NOT HIT PLAY. You won’t do it. Because it’s NOT THE REAL VERSION OF THE FILM AND DISNEY IS FUCKING LYING TO YOU AS IT ALWAYS DOES

You will scroll down HERE. To EXTRAS instead. You MUST GO HERE. This is non -negotiable

THEN YOU WILL SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE EXTRAS AND YOU WILL THEN HIT PLAY ON THIS BAD BOY: THE FULL LENGTH VERSION

And you will watch it. And you will thank me for having been so blind and led astray by that stupid fucking mouse. You’re welcome.

[ellebakers]

I have standards

summary : you overheard Rafe talking about you to Topper and Ruthie.

warnings : angst ; language ; and sex innuendo.

"I don't live with a Pogue... i have standards." his words rang in your head as your knuckles curled tightly around the menu.

You swallowed your tears and approached his table, you cleared your throat and his smirk disappeared to let a surprise and guilty look on his face.

"Welcome, here's the menu." You smiled politely to his group, Ruthie, the mean girl she is chuckled.

"Ouch... looks like she heard you Rafe.." you licked your upper lip to try and stay calm as you replied.

"She, is right here." You said while looking at her and the brunette laughed more but didn't replied.

Her superior laugh gets on your nerves and since you and Rafe weren't together anymore, because there is no way on earth that you'll stay with him after what he said, you had no more reasons to be polite to his friends and god, Ruthie was the first one on your list.

"As i said, here's the menu, will you be okay or do you need help to read and understand it ?" You asked sarcastically.

Your best friend Samantha that was serving the next table stopped and widened her eyes with proud as she looked at you.

Topper's girlfriend on the other hand was fuming... but you swore you saw Rafe smiled at your sassy reply.

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean ?" The brunette asked angrily as she rose up from her seat, ready to throw a tantrum but you didn't backed away, you only moved closer.

Rafe grabbed your waist before you could approach and Topper moved his girlfriend away as the girl yelled. "You have no right to talk to me like that bitch ! You're a dirty Pogue who thinks she had a chance with a guy out of her league !"

You scoffed and shouted back "Take a look in the mirror honey, blondie is only dating you because you are a bad version of Sarah, it's pathetic."

Ruthie gasped angrily at your words but Topper lead her outside as Rafe hold your waist from behind with a proud smirk on his face.

.

When you came back to reality you moved away from him "Don't touch me." You scoffed and walked away, leaving the bar to get some fresh air.

Rafe sighed in frustration but followed you as you paced on the beach.

"Babe-" he started but you cut him

"Don't. Don't call me babe." You said with tears of anger in your eyes which only made him more guilty than he already is.

"But you're my baby." He said softly and you shook your head "Not anymore. We are over." You said and tried to walked past him but he grabbed your forearms softly.

"No we're not." He said calmly and you shook your head again "Yes we are. You know what i don't even know if we were a couple for a minute." You said with hurt in your voice and he hold the back of your neck softly.

"Yes we were, we always were and will we always be. I've been head over heels for you since that day when you spilled a cocktail on my shirt because you were too anxious for your first day at work." He said casually while tracing patterns on your cheek as his hand gently landed on it.

You were too stunned to speak but finally you find the words "Then why did you said that." You asked and he sighed "Because i'm an asshole who's too proud to admit he's in love with a girl who isn't his usual kind of girls-" he started but you scoffed "Is that supposed to be nice ?" But your sassy tongue only made him smirked and he kissed you to shut you.

All your stubbornness and female rage were gone the moment his lips were on you, once satisfied he pulled away.

"I'm an ass, I'm stubborn and too proud but i fucking love you princess." He whispered as he put his forehead against yours.

"You hurt me.." you whispered and he caress your bottom lip with his thumb "I know, and i'm sorry, more than i ever been before."

You looked at him in the eyes, Rafe do a lot of things but apologize ? Never.

"Did you just said you're sorry ?" You asked with a satisfied smirk and he playfully rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah yeah.."

You chuckled and licked your lip "If i forgive you and if i give you another chance, will you assume our relationship ?"

Rafe nodded "Hell yeah, i'll even tattoo your name on my chest." His comment make you smirked.

"You know... maybe i should ask you to kneel and ask for my forgiveness.." you teased and he cupped your face.

"Princess, if it's all it takes, i'll go on my knees right now and beg you for forgiveness, then i'll make you forgive me with my tongue." He whispered seductively against your lips and you playfully pushed him away.

"Pervert." You exclaimed and he laughed "Can you blame me ? Seeing you all sassy and fierce with Topper's girlfriend got me all worked up." He smirked as he gently squeezed your hips.

"She deserved it, and if we." You gestured between the two of you "Are gonna be a couple, i won't back down in front of your jerk of friends." You pointed and he smirked.

"Oh princess that's all I'm asking for... besides..." he trailed and leaned closer "You know how much i love your waitress uniform.." he whispered and you pushed him away again.

"Unbelievable.." you exclaimed playfully and walked back to the bar as Rafe looked at you with a fond smile as he tought about how lucky he is to have you and how much he loved you.

[moonchild1]

jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅸ)

hi everyone wow it's really been a while and i'm on list 9 already damnnn that's alot and list 10 is like half way complete already... soooo you might notice a change in the set up this time around i liked how it looked on my ao3 list so i added it here as well, i absolutely love this list like i've gone over this list a million times it's filled with alot of fics i was absolutely obsessed with, you know how attached i get to the characters and this list holds quite a few of them too so i hope you enjoy reading them as much as i did and you fall for them too... remember to give lots of love to the authors of these fics they are absolute geniuses and deserve all the respect and love in this world for creating these beautiful fics and sharing it with us so be sure to give them a follow, like and reblog or even leave a little comment i'm 100% percent sure it would mean alot to them 🥺🖤 also as these fics contain smut no under minors allowed/interact... if you would like to share some of your favourites or just wanna ramble about fics you love send me an ask i love hearing from you guys and happy reading everyone till next time ✨🖤

a- angst s- smut f-fluff

series

dreamcatchers by @ggukcangetit f a

↬  DI Jeon didn’t need a new partner. Unfortunately, his superiors felt otherwise; especially considering the extremely high-profile murder that had just taken place in the port city. Recent transfer, DI Choi Yuri finds herself confronted with a new cityscape, unfamiliar people, a hostile partner, and a homicide that is certain to bring back unpleasant memories.  

block party by @minlucent f s a

↬ moving into your new apartment brings back memories of your biggest mistake. neighbours au e2l

a little bit of your heart by @yoongiofmine f s a ft. myg

↬ you had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with min yoongi. you knew you and yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything yoongi couldn’t. Will jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten yoongi enough to do something about it? 

lost stars by @/yoongiofmine f s a

↬ Jungkook was lost. He didn’t know who he was anymore, so he decided to leave and find himself. But he wasn’t expecting to find you along the way, an island girl who has no idea who he is. Jungkook has a secret. But so do you. idol au s2l

secrets we keep by @/yoongiofmine f s a

↬ Being a camgirl was never your main goal in life, but when the pandemic hit and you lost your job, you were desperate. Now, two years later, the world is back to normal and  you are one of the top creators of OnlyChingu; the South Korean version of OnlyFans. A website where idols hide behind anonymous profiles in search of that connection they lost during lockdown. Jungkook was never into this type of stuff. Until he ran into you. He knows you’re his perfect girl, his ideal type. Will he be able to put his own insecurities aside when chasing you? Or will you let the secrets you keep ruin you? idol au

i hate you, i love you by @jungblue s a

↬ You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you. 

fatal attraction by @jungcock s a ft. kth

↬ your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes back to haunt you in more ways than one. exes au serial killer thriller

pub golf by @taleasnewastime f s

↬ One night. One stupidly hot man, who just keeps appearing in every pub you go to. Six friends. Nine pubs. Nine drinks. Ten million stupid rules. Let the chaos begin. s2l

animal by @cutaepatootie f s a

↬ boxer jungkook au ANGST

things you don't know by @btsgotjams27 a

↬ It’s been seven years since you last saw the boy that broke your heart. After moving back home, you try everything you can to avoid seeing him around town, but destiny has a wicked way of doing the opposite.

entangled by @caelesjjk f s a ft. kth

↬ Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man. He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend. You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well? Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world. What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.

when the end comes by @oddinary4bts f s a

↬ Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?

new girl by @jjkeverlast f s a

↬ after finding out your boyfriend of 6 years cheated on you, you find yourself moving in with three guys in a loft. what could possibly go wrong?

horizon by @/sokooks f s a

↬ The way you approached life had started to break down Jungkook's emotional barriers. Jungkook couldn't deny that he was drawn to you in a way that was entirely new and unfamiliar. You had become more than just an assignment; you had become someone he genuinely cared about. It was the way you made him feel. With you, he felt more human than he had in a long time. Despite his best efforts to remain detached, his heart had other plans. angel au

searching for nirvana by @/sokooks f s a

↬ he shouldn't be here. he shouldn't be touching you the way he was- but he was here before him. he was your friend, not him. he knew your body, not him. he wanted to be the only one to touch you the way you liked. he he wanted you to remember that. despite the fact that he already had someone waiting for him. best friends au cheating au.

twelve hours by @whatifyoulivelikethat s a

↬ you have twelve hours to make jeon jungkook fall in love with you. he's about to get married. you're the entertainment at his bachelor party - a burlesque dancer. long ago, he used to be the class representative and you used to be the class delinquent. nothing has changed and, yet, everything has.

when it all... by @7deadlysinsfics f a

↬ what’s there to do when your husband says he thinks he doesn’t love you anymore? you pick up the broken pieces the best you can and try to move on

better than me ? by @/7deadlysinsfics f s a

↬ jungkook is clear on what you both are to each other. still, he doesn’t want you to think anyone else is better than him

our first and our last by @thedefinitionofbts f a ft ot7

↬ The first time you met Jeon Jungkook was on your tenth birthday. On that day, he was nothing more than the strange man who jumped into a dark portal that suddenly opened in the middle of the park. The ten year old you just stood in the grass, strands of hair ruffling from the calm breeze that swooped by; head slightly tilted, bright, innocent eyes wide open and staring at him with wonder and disbelief. There was a certain amount of confusion, but your young mind was too naïve to question his actions or what they entailed. soulmate au

dancer in the dark by @gwoongi f s a

↬ Money can’t buy you happiness. Jeongguk, for the longest time, thinks he’s happy. Truthfully, Jeongguk doesn’t know what happiness is until you find him. rockstar au

together by @httpjeon f s a ft.pjm

↬domestic!au, couple!au, stoner!au, gamer!au

hot bot by @/httpjeon f s

↬ purchasing a Hot Bot wasn’t exactly something you ever really planned on. when you do, however, it sends your life down a path of convoluted government schemes and dark secrets.

stardust by @iamtaekooked f

↬ You didn’t believe in soulmates until you lay your eyes on Jeon Jeongguk, the younger brother of your best friend’s husband. That is when you see the red string beginning encircled around your pinky and ending in his

serendipity by @rohobi f s a

↬ After you reveal your inexperienced sexual status to your best friend, Jungkook grapples with the news, startled by the idea that the girl he always thought could get anyone, is a virgin. After finding his porn at 3AM, you decide that maybe it’s about time to stain the white sheets of your world with the colors of a forbidden fruit Jungkook seems to have in the palm of his hands.

chasing shadows by @colormepurplex2 s a

↬ Your job gets you into trouble sometimes. Who would have thought crime journalism would put so many targets on your back? But, it’s happening again, someone’s threatening you. Only, this time, it’s not just you that’s in the crosshairs. Your best friend, Enola, is out on assignment and can’t help like she usually does. So, what does she do instead? She sends her brother, Jungkook, armed with a magic bag, a charming smile, and deductive reasoning skills that prove his worth as one of the best PI’s around.

I gasp once, and in that breath, I accept you in by @inkofyoonkoo f s a

↬ In which Jungkook arrives to your small town to spend the holidays, and you slowly let go of all the ghosts of your past. s2l fwb au

sweet nothing by @adonis-koo f s a

↬ Being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself. His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

three's a crowd by @/adonis-koo s a ft. jimin

↬ When your mom’s fairytale life begins to bleed over into your world you’re suddenly caught between two men and one big secret, what was supposed to be a relaxing trip soon begins to spiral out of control. All you wanted was a free vacation… ceo au

sleepwalking by @taexual f s a

↬ due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriend’s band. you thought you’ve both made peace with it, but suddenly he’s very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.

empty space by @ahundredtimesover f s a

↬ It started as friendship, turned to a casual fuck, then ended in heartbreak. Turns out, he wasn’t who he said he was, and years later he enters your life again, forcing you to face all the emotions you’d been trying to bury. 

OR Officer Jeon looks really hot in his uniform and you wish you didn’t hate him as much as you do.

as the world burns around us by @today-we-will-survive a

↬ You haven’t seen the sun in two years. The Virus wiped out a good three quarters of the world’s population and then the wars that followed wiped out half of that. After everything happened, it was only a matter of time before the different countries started blaming each other and emptied their nuclear arsenals. You’re still surprised Seoul survived – if you can call what it has become “surviving”

hotter than hell by @chateautae f s a

↬ jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

to turn a bad thing good by @/chateautae f s a

↬ jungkook’s drunken one night stand goes awry when he comes to learn not only is he being forced into an arranged marriage, but it’s to the very girl he abandoned that night—and things get a lot more complicated when you’re the best hookup he’s ever had.

J’aime by @baepop f s a

↬ You’re the newest hire at a local café and head barista Jeon Jungkook takes you under his wing.

Written in the Stars by @/baepop f s a ft. kth

↬ You’re the girl of Jungkook’s dreams, literally. The only problem: you’re taken by his best friend

make me forget by @roseannekook f s a

↬ You are the lead vocalist and main dancer of your company’s first girl group, but on the fourth promotion of your debut song things don’t go as planned. At the brink of an uprising scandal, you seek refuge in the bathroom stalls…and find it in the arms of no one else but BTS’ golden maknae Jeon Jungkook.

one of your girls by @ggukiepie s a ft. pjm

↬ fwb au college au fuck boy au inspired by the song

boy in luv by @/ggukiepie f s a

↬ just two idiot best friends in l*ve college!au, bff!jk, athlete!jk, student council president oc, cheerleader!oc

the boy who left by @/gujoonim a

↬ As your eyes staring deeply into your possible client-to-be’s eyes, something crossed your mind, it was that pair of eyes that you were looking for when you being abandoned at the aisle on your wedding day. ceo au

love sewn by @jvnghxope s a

↬ You’ve never cared about the thin-as-paper walls of your beloved apartment until Jeon Jungkook moved next door. You could hear everything –from his late-night parties on Saturday, to the quality time he spent with his girlfriend in the intimacy of his bedroom. One day, everything ceases. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and you find yourself knocking his door before you can think it twice.

not yet by f s @bratkook f s a

↬ jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship.

one shot

blazes of deceit by @periminkle f a

↬ when the opportunity to finally venture past the stone walls you’ve grown up in presents itself, you jump at the chance to discover the origin of those mysterious lights—even if the trip comes with a harsh truth and a suspicious, yet undoubtedly attractive, tour guide. tangled au disney au

southpaw by @starshapedkookie f s a

↬ Knowing Jeon Jungkook for the better part of your life, you thought you knew everything about him. Well, that was before you two disappeared from each other’s lives at least. When Jungkook suddenly finds himself buying you a coffee to rekindle your friendship, it leads to much more than you bargained for.

house of cards by @jeonggukingdom s a

↬ What does safe mean when you are chased by zombies, when every corner you turn could be the last one for you? What do words like home and future mean when you’re always on the run and every moment could be your last? They mean nothing and everything at the same time and Jeongguk is all of the above. He is your safe haven, he is your home and he is your future. But things like that crumble easily in your world.

enouement by @littlemisskookie s a

↬ War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook. mulan au disney au

miss taken by @junghelioseok f s

↬you pride yourself on being a professional, but sometimes your students' parents really test your patience. single parent dilfjk jk e2l

the ex text by @shadowkoo f s a

↬ The 2 AM texts have started again. It’s a bittersweet familiarity that you can’t run away from, and despite wishing to forget him: no one will ever measure up to the exceptional standard set by your ex, and you’ll never have anyone as good as him either. Like a permanent mark on your heart, Jungkook’s presence has become an insatiable craving, an addiction you'll never outgrow or cast aside.

the proposal by @hansolmates f s a

↬Jeon’s the editor-in-chief for Big Hit Publishings, a closet romantic with a penchant for antagonizing his assistant on the reg. When his work visa is in the process of being renewed and he takes a trip to Norway, his eligibility to stay in America is on the line. However Jeon Jungkook doesn’t go without a fight, and in order to save his job he offers you a proposal you can't refuse. based on the movie the proposal e2l

red and gold by @/thedefinitionofbts f s

↬It’s no secret that genius, billionaire, international playboy, and philanthropist- Jeon Jungkook, better known as the CEO of Jeon Industries-and even better known as Iron Man, is one of the most intelligent, wealthy, and powerful men in the world. There’s nothing that can get to him or his ego, that is, until you happen to show up and give him a run for his money. 

burning bright by @snackhobi s

↬there are no secrets in the drift. if jungkook were to see the mess inside your head and heart, laid utterly bare, he’d turn away from you. based on the movie pacific rim

but we loved young by @jl-micasea-fics s a

↬Jungkook is everything you’re not, the ying to your yang. Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most don’t, and to that end, you suppose you’re fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.

the shoulder on which you cry by @lemonjoonah f s a ft. knj

↬ after moving away from your hometown five years ago, you’ve struggled on every return. each trip back being made out of haste due to an unfortunate event in your life. namjoon has always been there to help you through those moments. but when he can’t be there to support you during your current trip home, jungkook offers to stay by your side and be the comfort you need. 

illusion of choice by @hobibliophile f s a

↬ You’ve grown up with the Jeons, Jungmin and Jungkook, for as long as you can remember, your parents being very close. But little did you know that this is because you are in fact arranged to be married to the Jeon heir, Jungmin. However, a tragedy causes Jungkook to take up his brother’s mantle, and that includes becoming your fiancé.

the blue princess and her red rose by @/cutaepatootie f s a

↬ After all, he was her red rose, while she was just another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria. princess au

rigor mortis by @readyplayerhobi f s a

↬ A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, that’s nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.

lowkey by @joonbird s

↬ Jungkook is the nude model for your art school’s life drawing class.

part-time lover by @sketchguk f s a

↬there is no crime more perfect than marrying jeon jeongguk. your relationship is nothing more than a ruse - while your friends pester you for being perpetually single, jeongguk desperately needs a wife to complete the pristine image of a family, fooling his way through the parent interview at the nation’s most prestigious private school. only time will tell how deep your lies will run as you find home in one another’s minds. because untangled in the moonlight, he is but a spy, exposing a secret world of corruption, and you, an assassin, ridding the streets of danger one hit at a time. 

sweet apple biscuits by @rosaetae a

↬ a story about someone who receives letters from themselves ten years in the future and asks them to fix all their regrets and save a particular boy. inspired by the anime 'orange'

i'll be home by @wwilloww f s a ft.knj

↬ When your first love, Jungkook, disappeared from your village five years ago, no one thought he would return, let alone on the night of your betrothal to another man. 

white lies by @noteguk f s a

↬ in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you. 

yes coach by @/taleanewastime s

↬ You play in a local netball team and as a new season starts you have a new coach. Enter Jungkook, he may look soft, but he turns out to be a hard taskmaster, one who ruffles your feathers when he makes some changes to the team. Tensions grow between you through the weeks, until they finally reach breaking point.

spf 50 by @gimmeyoon f s

 ↬ If you have to spend your summer home from college working a job you hate, it might as well include sitting by the pool with Jungkook. Now if only kids could stop vomiting in it.

fifth wish by @jiminrings f a

↬ jeon jungkook, world-class socialite and nepotism baby, should be out every night to celebrate while he’s at his prime. why should he fake-date his bodyguard instead? alternatively, jungkook regularly throws coins to wishing wells with only one desire in mind — to get rid of you.

blacklisted by @/httpjeon s a ft. kth

↬after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.

↬looking for other jjk fics or the other members check out my library

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Mirror, Mirror | One

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: The thought of something more had never really crossed Wanda's mind when it came to you. Best friends for 10 years and there hasn't even been one instance of accidental sexual tension. You're her best friend, that's all—until someone points out that you obviously have a very specific type when it comes to dating.

Warnings: best friends to lovers. shenanigans. jealousy, jealousy. sexual tension. pining. yearning. sexual thoughts. spicy (tumblr's version). stupid steve. neurotic nat. brat & stinky. bug as in shutterbug.

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It's strange how sometimes a single sentence can change someone's entire life. 

Wanda's thought about what sentences could change her life—usually, they're morbid and depressing.

'You have cancer.'

'Someone you love has died horrifically in an accident.'

'Your cat actually finds living with you miserable and would prefer the dangers of living in the streets.'

Never in a million years would Wanda ever think it'd be, 'Hey, have you ever noticed how your best friend exclusively only dates girls who look like you?'

And don't get Wanda wrong. It wasn't a morbid or depressing change; it was just...a change. An irrevocable change because now, Wanda couldn't stop thinking about it or noticing it. 

This was all Steve's fault. 

Because if someone like Stupid Steve could notice something like that, it had to mean something, right? But as Wanda remembers about the past girls you've hooked up with and brought around, she doesn't know what to make of it.

A part of Wanda wishes she had never talked to Steve that night at the bar. 

"Where's Vis?" Steve asked, looking around.

"With Tony playing pool, I think," Wanda shrugged. She doesn't particularly keep track of where her on-and-off boyfriend goes. She thinks they might be on an off-period right now, anyway. 

"And where's—oh, nevermind, there she is," Steve started to say but cut off when they both saw you across the bar talking with the bartender, flirting over drinks—which were probably free if Wanda could guess. 

Wanda's slightly annoyed because it's been a long week without seeing you, and Wanda's been used to seeing you almost every day for the past several years of her life. But you've been gone on a work trip this week for a wedding shoot and only came home just a little after lunch and needed an immediate long nap before tonight's get-together. 

That meant Wanda was sorely missing out on best-friend time, and now you were off flirting shamelessly with the hot bartender. Wanda's rooting for you, make no mistake. The bartender is definitely easy on the eyes, luscious hair, and lips—something Wanda knows you're weak for. 

Plus, Wanda's worried you're not anywhere near getting close to settling down. She wants you to be in a happy, fulfilling relationship. But she supposes she's in no position to talk herself. 

Wanda loves Vision without a doubt, but their relationship is definitely chaotic, and Vision keeps pushing for something more serious now that they've been dating (sporadically) for a long time. She's been considering it in her downtime and thinks it might make sense as the next step.

Best friends do everything together, right? So, maybe if Wanda decided to take the next step in a serious relationship, you'd find someone to commit to seriously as well. 

Then, both of you could get married at the same time. Then, they could buy a house in the same neighborhood right next to each other. There'd be endless double dates and vacations together. Wanda wouldn't have to miss you.

But first, Wanda needed to regain lost best-friend time, one-on-one style.  

"Hey, you know what I just noticed?" Steve said, breaking Wanda's drifting thoughts. 

"What?"

"Bug—" 

Wanda makes a face at your nickname. Granted, it was Wanda's fault you ended up with it back in your first year of university. You never let her forget it, especially now that you're a professional photographer.

"—over there has a very specific type she goes after for girls," Steve mused, sipping his whiskey before continuing. "I mean, they always have green eyes and brunette—wait, that's not true. She had two red-headed girlfriends in our last year of university. They still had green eyes, though." 

"Oh," Wanda said, unsure what to say since she's never paid attention to the girls you were dating. On average, they were a brief fling, and only a few lasted longer than half a year. "I guess so?"

Wanda distantly thinks about how she dyed her hair auburn in her last year of university because she was looking for a change that year and Natasha was insistent that she'd look amazing. Wanda recalls you were a fan of the look.

"Yeah," Steve nodded along. "Ironically, they always look like you in some way. Check out that bartender now—long, wavy-haired brunette with green eyes. She's got thick, long lips and even does that dark eye-shadow makeup thingy like you."

Steve just laughed it off, finishing his drink, thinking nothing more of it before he started talking about Bucky.

But it was like something clicked into place in Wanda's brain. A daunting realization that she was wholly unprepared for and not equipped to do anything about. 

Wanda watched as the bartender clocked off for the night and dragged you into a corner booth, drinks in hand. It gave Wanda the perfect view that the bartender wore many rings just like she did. 

In the poor privacy of the dimly lit corner booth, there was a staunch and needy kiss from the two of you, and Wanda swallowed roughly. 

From here, if you were none the wiser, Wanda could be easily mistaken for the girl in the booth with you. 

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Sometimes, Wanda believes she's just being absolutely ridiculous. So what if you go after girls who share the same features as her? That didn't have to mean anything. You've always told Wanda she was beautiful, and it was perfect how you said it. 

It didn't feel insincere or creepy. It felt good to know her best friend thought she was absolutely gorgeous. But just because you thought she was beautiful doesn't mean you harbored secret feelings for her. 

You'd be insulted if you knew Wanda had ever thought that. She'd just be another one of those girls Wanda's seen you humble on multiple occasions when they found out you dated women, and they were worried you might have a crush on them. 

But then, Wanda couldn't stop thinking she actually might be one of those girls because then she'd think about if you didn't consider her like that, it wasn't about her looks but something about her personality that wasn't your type. 

And what could that be?

Wanda thought long and hard, trying to remember the girls you've introduced her to. 

Sometimes they were funny, and Wanda was funny. She made you laugh all the time. She specifically remembered one time in high school when she made you laugh so hard you peed your pants just a little. 

Sometimes they were intellectual, and while Wanda didn't have an IQ of 160, she did fairly well academically and was on the right track in her career. 

Sometimes they were charming, and Wanda was the type where she got more charming the more you got to know her. 

So, Wanda just doesn't understand. She's nowhere further with her thinking ever since this weird information has been bestowed upon her.

Maybe it all just means nothing. You just didn't feel that way about Wanda despite the type of girls you dated suggesting otherwise. You didn't need a reason for it, and maybe the fact you only felt friendship for her was the reason. 

"Wanna order pizza in tonight?"

Wanda turns her head from the tv and notices you've put your book down. "Hm, not really. We had pizza last week," Wanda shakes her head. 

"How about that Greek place that just opened up on Willington Ave?" You suggest. "Pretty sure I heard you grumbling about wanting Greek food earlier this week."

"I was not grumbling!" Wanda scoffs but smiles when you raise your eyebrow at her. "Okay, I was grumbling a little."

You snicker as you pull out your phone to order delivery. "Oh, sweet golden best friend of mine, whatever shall you do when you get married to Vis, who hates Greek food. Do I foresee a life of Greekless cuisine? Oh, the suffering you'll go through!"

"I don't need him to like it," Wanda slaps your arm, sticking her tongue out before she cuddles you. "I have you to eat it with."

You laugh unabashedly, a sound that Wanda's accustomed to hearing the joyful sound. "Better hope the person I marry also hates Greek cuisine. I don't know if I can live a life of eating double the Greek food. I love tzatziki sauce, but if I grow to hate it from eating it too much, I will make you suffer the consequences of that."

Your voice trails off as you focus on ordering food, unable to see the cogs in Wanda's head turning. 

It's all so easy. There's no tension, no electric vibes happening. Just best friends enjoying the banter and making plans to eat. 

It was all in Wanda's head, right? You're her best friend, so of course you'd know everything about her. 

The right type of friendship is fulfilling and soul-connecting, and that's what Wanda has with you. When you have a one-in-a-million connection like that, the line between friendship and romance is thin, isn't it?

Wanda hates Steve. She'd never think about this if it wasn't for Stupid Steve. She can hear his dumb laugh, blissfully ignorant about the observation bomb he dropped upon her. 

"Do you wanna get ice cream after?" You ask, throwing your phone to the side. "I'll even treat you to the gelato despite knowing I'm going to suffer through your crazy farts later."

"Oh my god, I'm going to trap you under the blanket with it just for that!" 

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Within two months, Wanda forgets about it. Forgets, as in that she decides to drop it (let it linger in the deep depths of her brain that she refuses to acknowledge), and resolves that Steve has no brain cells and has no idea what he's saying. 

"Have you seen my strapless black top?" Wanda shouts from her room with the door open. "The one with the v-shaped front!"

"In your closet!" You yelled back from the living room, not taking your eyes off your phone. 

"I can't find it," Wanda whines, and she hears you sigh as you get up. The footsteps approach her room, and she finds you standing at the door with an unimpressed look.

"I don't want to hear it," Wanda sniffs. 

"Hear what, brat?" You say with a brow raised before you start rummaging through her closet. The nickname was a joke you started that Wanda was entirely a spoiled person, exhibiting bratty behavior at times. "That I'm not gonna be your roommate forever, so you need to learn to fold it yourself before putting it away?"

Wanda makes grumbling noises that are mostly nonsensical but smiles when you pull out the top she was looking for. 

"You are the apple of my eye, stinky," Wanda grabs the top from you before she runs into her washroom to briefly change into it. 

"A match made in heaven, yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes with good humor. "Hurry up, Natasha will kill us if we're late for Yelena's birthday. They're on an upwards mend in their relationship, so she's been so unbearably uptight lately to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"I know, I know," Wanda mutters, carefully pulling the top over her head to not ruin her makeup. 

"Alright, I'll hail us a cab, meet me outside."

"Wait, wait!" Wanda calls out. "I need help putting on my necklace."

You chuckle, walking back just as Wanda steps out of the bathroom with the delicate necklace she wants to wear. 

"Alright, alright, relax," you tell her. "Your accent gets really strong when you're stressed."

"You're stressing me out by rushing me," Wanda scrunches her nose even though you can't see it. "I'm also stressed knowing that you have to rush me, or I'll spend the party getting lectured by Natasha."

Wanda's voice comes out husked with the accent, something she's struggled between hating or loving, but mostly loving since you've expressed how lovely it is.

You grab the necklace from her hand, and Wanda moves her hair out of the way. The routine of it all starts to bleed the tension out of her shoulders. 

Then, that horrible Stupid Steve Sentence kicks into her brain. 

 It's only as you put your arms over, placing the necklace against Wanda's chest, and focusing on trying to get the clasp in. Wanda can feel your warm breath against her neck, summoning goosebumps along her arms. You're so close, and she can feel the heat of your body radiating onto her, your fingers just barely brushing against her.

The tension comes suddenly, squeezing inside her chest as her breathing slows and shakes. Her body warms in an unexpected way. 

"Ah, got it," you say, but Wanda can only focus on your voice and breath on the shell of her ear. "Cute necklace but the clasp is so annoying."

You pull away and start walking off. "C'mon, I bet if we tip our taxi driver an extra $20 bucks, they'll speed and we can pray we're on time."

Wanda's left standing there, knowing she probably sounds like she's fresh out of Sokovia with how stressed she is. Her right eye twitches.

Was that...Wanda gulps. Was that sexual tension?

And was she the only one who felt it?

Fuck.

She's going to kill Steve.

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Natasha's absolutely neurotic when they arrive. It's just a simple backyard party, but it almost looks like a wedding venue with all the catering and flowers. 

Wanda's pretty sure Natasha's only being like this because she's overthinking about whether to cling to Yelena or give her sister some space to mingle with others. She seems to be sizing up Kate, who Yelena might be seeing, but it hasn't been confirmed. 

Yelena looks between exasperated with Natasha and secretly happy about the entire thing. Wanda can sympathize with her. After all, she's also a little sister, and Pietro can also be way too overprotective. Sometimes she's glad he's abroad in Europe for work while she remains in New York, but she misses him more often than she admits. 

"Alright, alright, Natasha," you groan, and Wanda's mind slips back into the conversation. "We're 3 minutes late, relax, will you? Damn, are you always gonna be like this until you and Yelena get back into whatever sibling bond you had before? Hope you're just like this with us because otherwise, you're gonna scare away all her friends, and she's going to hate you."

"Oh my god, do you think she'll really hate me?" Natasha bites her bottom lip in worry while looking around at all the people that they can only assume she's nagged about being late or whatever mishap. 

"Oh, man," you sigh, putting your hand on her shoulders before pushing her towards the bar. "You need some drinks and maybe some desserts in you."

Wanda's about to follow you when you turn around and nod your head in a different direction. She looks over and sees you're nodding toward Vision.

"You should go say hi to him," you tell her. "You've been complaining about not seeing him all last week, even though I don't know why you guys won't just FaceTime, but I digress. Come find me later, or I'll find you after."

You look over at Natasha, who's peering on her tippy toes to see if she can find Yelena.

"And, hopefully, I'll have ditched this nutjob," you whisper conspiratorially and laugh when Natasha turns around to smack your arm. 

"I heard that!"

Wanda chuckles as you walk off with Natasha while she turns and heads toward Vision. Despite how she was complaining about not seeing Vision last week because she did miss him, her expression was sour as she made her way toward him. 

Vision spots her immediately and waves at her with a warm smile. Wanda feels herself somewhat loosened at his expression. They'd also been friends a long time before they started on-and-off dating, so at the very least, she does miss his easy friendship. 

"Hey," Vision hugs her, slightly rubbing her back before he pulls away but keeps his arm around her. "It's been a while; you look lovely."

"Thanks," Wanda smiles with a shrug. She looks around and sees he's standing with Tony and Pepper. "How are you guys?"

"Could be better," Tony sighs dramatically. "Natasha won't let me do any of my cool party tricks as if I'm going to ruin her little sister's party. If anything, I could make it the party of the century!"

Pepper rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "We were just talking about how we're thinking of going to the Bahamas for vacation in December and escaping the cold. We've invited you and Vision along since it's been awhile since we've all gone together. Of course, we can also invite Bug and Natasha."

"Oh," Wanda says for a lack of anything else to say. She doesn't know how to feel about it, but she peers over at Vision, who's just smiling at her and looking eager about it. 

"I need another drink if I'm going to suffer through this party," Tony sighs. "Maybe I can convince Yelena instead!" He grins, dragging Pepper along, and they walk off together. 

"So, what do you think?" Vision asks when they're alone. "I didn't want to reply on your behalf since I wasn't sure, but I think it'd be good for us. I've missed you," Vision pauses as if he's about his next words but then says, "a lot."

"Yeah, me too," Wanda starts to say, but then her brain gets all haywire because it feels like a lie. She did miss him, but did she miss him a lot? "I think."

"You think?"

Wanda wants to smack her forehead because she didn't mean to say that out loud. "I mean, I was complaining a lot that I haven't seen you in a while all last week."

"Yeah, work has just been overwhelming. I get so tired after work, I just can't keep up with the texting or calls."

But you can, Wanda thinks. Granted, you're her roommate, so it's easier. But even when you have to go on work trips, you regularly text her no matter what time and squeeze in a quick call, even if it's just to say goodnight. 

The entire thing makes Wanda bite her tongue because why was she even thinking about that? That was completely irrelevant to Vision. 

Then—because as if just thinking about you wasn't enough—her eyes trail across the room, and the scene before her makes Wanda even more confused about her feelings.

You're standing there with Natasha at the bar, but it looks like Natasha's calling someone over to introduce you to them.

Another brunette with long, wavy hair, like she just had a blowout done. Wanda's not 100% sure from this distance, but she has an inkling that the brunette also has green eyes. She's wearing a white halter top and wide-legged sage green pants. She wears a lot of rings, but her makeup is lighter and more summery compared to Wanda's darker, smokey eye makeup.

In short, this woman was the clean girl aesthetic version of Wanda. 

And you look interested. 

This was ridiculous, Wanda fumes, feeling her stomach sink and cheeks flare hot in anger. As quick as the anger came, it dissipated.

Why was she so angry?

She feels betrayed, and her thoughts are turning very ugly. Wanda is definitely not being a girl's girl right now with how much she's thinking she's better than the girl in front of you. 

But that just makes everything so much more confusing. 

"Wanda?"

Wanda turns her head back to Vision. He looks concerned, and even when his eyes trail toward what Wanda's staring at, there's no additional reaction. He's not upset that she's staring at you, and that has to mean something, right?

It must mean there was never a concern about how Wanda might've felt about you. Sure, there were a few things Wanda couldn't be without, and you were one of them, but nobody can't be without their best friend. 

No one had ever blinked twice about you and Wanda.

Except now.

And that person was Wanda herself. 

The more Wanda thought about the entire thing, the more she became curious. The idea of you dating people who looked like Wanda was intriguing. She wanted to ask questions but didn't know what to ask.

It might mean nothing, but it also might mean something. 

And if it does mean something, Wanda wants to know what exactly it is. 

Therefore, Wanda needs nothing in her way to find out the truth and exactly what she wants, regardless of the answer. 

This was insane, wasn't it? Wanda's always been ambivalent about dating women. She's never gone out of her way to try it since she had Vision. Never mind entertaining thoughts about dating her best (girl)friend. And now, she was giving everything up in the pursuit of finding out what it could mean that her best friend was dating her lookalikes—and why she cared.

Wanda doesn't even know what she'll want to do with that information. 

Wanda looks at Vision, peering at his features she's always found handsome. When she thinks back, she's not even sure why she complained to you about how she hasn't seen or heard from him lately. She hadn't even gone out of her own way to do something about it.

"I'm not going on the trip. I don't think I actually missed you like that."

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The girl introduced to you was named Raye, Natasha's coworker that recently moved from Nashville. It was also confirmed she has green eyes, though they had specks of brown in them. She was a southern belle with a bold attitude, witty, and a wicked sense of humor. All in all, undeniably charismatic. 

At least, that's what you told her in private because all Wanda could feel was unrestricted aggravation with the other girl. The southern twang made Wanda's eye twitch, mostly because she knew you were head over heels for accents.  

"And then before I knew it, I was panicked and more lost than a blindfolded turkey on thanksgiving!"

You burst out laughing while Wanda's expression is stony, but when you look at Wanda, she forces a smile on her lips.

"Hahaha," Wanda dryly let out. "So funny."

But it wasn't. What the fuck did that even mean?

Raye continues to talk while you listen with rapt interest, and Wanda takes the time to observe your features in a way she's done many times before but with a different mindset. 

Your lips are curved in a smile, glistening from your chapstick. They're shapely, and they look soft. It rivals her favorite feature of yours, which is your eyes. They've always been so expressive with her, and Wanda's been around long enough that she knows what every expression means. She can tell when they glint with mischievousness or are soft with immense compassion and empathy. 

"So, what did you think of Raye?" You ask Wanda as you leave the party.

"She's cool, I guess," Wanda answers nonchalantly. 

The rest of the party was excruciating between Raye constantly hanging around you and Wanda also being too nervous to be alone with you. 

"Really cool," you sigh with a grin. "Glad I got her number. It's been a while since I've met someone so funny."

Was she funny, though? Wanda wonders.

"Funnier than me?" Wanda finds herself asking.

"No one could be funnier than you, brat," you smirk. "I almost peed myself laughing again when you almost knocked off Yelena's cake. I thought Natasha was about to enter into a coma." You snicker while Wanda rolls her eyes with a smile. 

"Glad I can always give you the biggest laughs, stinky."

Wanda glances over at your face, recognizing the excitement by the brightness in them. It's just another reminder that, as your best friend, she knows you like the back of her hand. 

But lately, when Wanda watches you pick up girls, she can tell when they're heady with desire. That look hasn't been directed at her, and Wanda wants to know what it'd be like if it were.

Wanda recalls the night you kissed the bartender and imagines if it had been her instead. She pictures your hand sliding across her jaw and cheek while your other pulls her closer at the waist. 

It's horrifying when a slow pit of arousal builds in Wanda's gut and...other regions. It feels utterly frightening and wrong like she's betraying the friendship for having and then reacting to such thoughts about you. 

But there's another part—the part that tells Wanda there's nobody in this world that she loves more than you. The mere idea of ever being apart from you was unfathomable. Wanda could and has endured so many things, and it would always be okay as long as she had you. 

So, knowing that Southern Belle Raye has the potential to be more than a one-night stand to you, Wanda realizes that she has a very small window to not only come to terms with her newfound feelings but also act on them as well. 

If this didn't go well, Wanda would definitely murder Steve.

PART TWO

[narxcisse]

★ — As screwed as me? (HCs)

Pairing: Jimmy x Equally Screwed-Up!GN!Reader

CW: Jimmy himself is a warning, technically Reader is a CW too, toxic relationship, manipulation, gaslight, emotional blackmail, possible violence and abusive behavior, co-dependency, trauma bonding, unhealthy coping mechanisms, possessiveness, isolation, spiraling together, reckless actions, jokes about trauma and morally questionable behaviors, brief implicit mention of what happened with Anya,mutual sabotage. Don't romanticize these atrocities irl

English isn't my native language

Fights are explosive, filled with yelling, manipulation, and even physical intimidation—but you both thrive on it. You don’t break up; just let the tension simmer until find some twisted way to make up.

You both make jokes about your trauma and chaotic tendencies, laughing at things that would horrify most people. It’s your way of coping, and you love how no one else “gets it.”

Both of you are hyper-critical of the world around u, often tearing apart societal norms and other people’s behavior while secretly being just as bad, if not worse.

The relationship is a constant battle for dominance. Jimmy loves feeling in control, but you knows how to flip the script and push his buttons when he gets too cocky.

Unintentionally (or intentionally) isolate each other from the outside world. Jimmy is possessive, and you're territorial, so you often justify cutting off friends or potential allies to keep the relationship intact.

While rarely admit vulnerability outright, there’s an unspoken understanding between you. You see through each other’s facades, and it’s both comforting and terrifying.

You love doing dangerous or impulsive things together, whether it’s vandalism, sneaking into restricted areas, or playing psychological games with unsuspecting people. It’s their version of “date night.”

When one of you is spiraling, the other doesn’t necessarily help— just spiral together. You feed off each other’s energy, creating a cycle of self-destruction that feels weirdly satisfying.

You don’t trust anyone but each other. Even when you hate each other, you’re both convinced no one else could possibly understand or handle you, only you can stand each other.

Despite everything, there are moments of genuine affection. Jimmy might pull you into his lap and mumble something about how you’re the only one who’s “real.” You in return might patch him up after a fight, calling him an idiot but staying close anyway.

You admire each other’s cleverness and cunning but are always trying to one-up each other. It’s like a toxic game of chess where no one ever wins.

You have dark, borderline cruel inside jokes about people you’ve manipulated or situations you’ve sabotaged. It’s your way of feeling superior and bonded.

(You probably have one about Anya and what Jimmy did to her.)

Neither of you could imagine life without the other, even though you know the relationship is unhealthy. You’re too far gone to let go.

Jimmy will gaslight you into thinking the fights are your fault, but he’ll also kiss your forehead afterward and promise you’re the only one who matters. You play the same game, leaving Jimmy guessing whether you love or loathe him.

If one of you tries to improve, the other will feel threatened and subconsciously (or deliberately) drags them back down.

No matter how much you hurt each other, you always come back. You’re addicted to the chaos, the drama, and the feeling of being seen—even if it’s through a cracked mirror.

You don’t need to say much to communicate. A raised eyebrow, a smirk, or a slight tilt of the head is enough to get your point across, especially when you’re plotting something together.

You tease each other mercilessly about your weaknesses or past mistakes, but if anyone else dares to do the same, you become a united front of pure wrath.

You’re the most “at home” when things are chaotic. Quiet, stable moments make you both uneasy, and one of you usually stirs up trouble to restore the normalcy of your dysfunction.

You’re not above using each other’s vulnerabilities to get what you want, but it’s almost like a game—you both know what’s happening and let it slide because you’d do the same thing in reverse.

Instead of normal couple activities, your “dates” involve things like watching the world burn (metaphorically or literally), staking out a place for a potential con, or picking apart other people’s relationships while drinking cheap whiskey or red bull.

You both laugh the hardest when things are falling apart. Whether it’s your lives or someone else’s, the absurdity of it all fuels your bond.

Jimmy gets irrationally jealous if you shows interest in someone else, even in passing. But instead of addressing it maturely, he’ll find subtle ways to remind you who you belong to. What do you do? Flirt back just to see how far you can push him.

Both of you have physical or emotional scars that sometimes compare, almost competitively. You act like they’re bragging, but deep down, it’s a weirdly vulnerable bonding moment.

Instead of saying “I love you,” you’ll say things like, “Don’t screw this up,” or “You’re lucky I tolerate you.” Yet, there’s a warmth in your tone that says everything.

You both live for the adrenaline rush—whether it’s Jimmy pulling off a risky scheme or you egging him on. When things calm down, you get restless and look for the next thrill.

You’re honest to the point of cruelty, especially when calling out each other’s flaws. Yet, secretly value that honesty because it’s proof you’re not being lied to (at least not about that).

Despite the toxic tendencies, you're fiercely protective of each other. Jimmy might be a manipulative mess, but if someone even looks at you the wrong way, he’ll make sure they regret it. And you’d burn the world for him, even if you’re the one who started the fire in the first place.

When one of you is down, the other doesn’t offer soft encouragement. Instead, it’s more like, “Get up. We’re not done yet,” or “Don’t let them win. That’s our job.”

You validate each other’s worst traits. Jimmy praises your ruthlessness, and you admire his cunning, even when it’s clearly harmful. It’s a vicious cycle that neither of u wants to break.

You know things about each other that no one else does—things so dark or personal that would horrify others. Instead of using it as leverage, you let it fester as a reminder of your unspoken loyalty.

The fights escalate quickly, with both of u knowing exactly where to hit to hurt the most. But after the dust settles, you act like nothing happened, as if the screaming matches are just part of the routine.

After a bad day, Jimmy might rest his head on your lap or chest while you absentmindedly play with his hair. Or just sit in silence together, sharing a cigarette, no words needed.

No matter how much you mess with each other, you’re in it for the long haul. If Jimmy is going down, you're going with him—and vice versa.

It’s not healthy, and you both know it. But in your twisted, screwed-up way, you "genuinely" care for each other. Your love might be sharp-edged and destructive, but it’s still love, at least from your point of view.

[consistencynevermether]

Astarion x Rouge! Tav

A/N: I am, as the professionals would say, back on my bullshit. anyways here's another in my series of Astarion x a certain class 

part 1 (Paladin Tav version)- https://www.tumblr.com/consistencynevermether/730256251991310336/astarion-x-gn-paladin-reader-hcs-an-this-man?source=share

Bastard x bastard 

You two are absolute little SHITS together let me tell y’all that 

Your love language? CRIME. 

No but seriously imagine this- one of you had this plain steel ring, nothing special or anything just collecting dust at the bottom of your bags. Honestly, you don’t even remember which one of you it originally belonged to

When you first met, one of you had stolen the ring from the other to prove they were “superior with their hands” to the other. Eventually, it became a game between the two of you, every few days stealing this little trinket from each other. And bragging until the other stole it back. It didn’t matter whether either of you wore it on your fingers, around your necks, or even hiding it in folds of clothing. Neither could hold onto it for more than a week before the other snatched it up 

The most memorable little moment with this ring- once you had both gone on a late night walk, hand in hand. The moon's soft glow bathing you both in silver, it was like a scene out of a romance novel, especially when you leaned in to press your lips against his

And then- 

While he was distracted you slipped it off his finger and booked it. Immediately running as fast as you could, not daring to look back, laughing as you sped off with your prize

Unfortunately for you, Astarion happens to be a vampire spawn. Vampire spawn are quite physically inclined, and Astarion is pretty fit

What I’m saying is you made it a good 30 feet before getting tackled to the ground and had the ring wrestled out of your hand 

Honestly, though, you were laughing so hard you didn’t even mind losing the game, you were just happy that for a second your master plan had worked. 

Astarion complained about how his outfit got all dusty because of you, but you had heard him laughing right along with you when he had tackled you to the ground

Astarion won’t admit this, but that ring means more to him than any bejeweled precious jewelry ever could, because it connects him to you

Both of you claim to have the best set of knives and take every opportunity to show off to each other with your skills. Once you actually picked a lock with a smaller blade and you could swear it caused Astarion to be a little flustered. 

Sharing clothes? Sharing clothes. Listen, I'm just saying, will you let your vampire boyfriend burn up in the sun or will you lend him that nice new cloak you just got? Yea, that’s what I thought now it’s joint property. Dw tho it all evens out when you steal one of his nightshirts (it’s the comfiest thing ever, and not just because it always faintly smells like him) 

You guys definitely do couples' heists together. Sneaking, pickpocketing, lockpicking, running from the law, it's all in a day's work for the most shifty couple in Faerun. One of you might distract a lord while the other snuck into his vault to retrieve some valuable magical item. 

Ok but in all seriousness, y’all must be the most ethereal couple around. Imagine seeing two people glide over the rooftops of Baldur's gate, each jump almost like steps to a dance they both know by heart. Flitting around each other like ribbons in the breeze, one with soft silver hair and the other face obscured by their pitch-black cloak, hood pulled up and rippling in the night air. They dance across rooftops, swift as shadows, graceful as spirits, never touching, and yet somehow the rare onlooker knows they are meant to be a pair.

Some bard has definitely written a song about that last bullet point I promise you. 

You two probably had a million cons just waiting to be used. I imagine during your time together trying to get rid of the tadpole, you would both talk late into the night, bouncing ideas off each other, throwing out ideas of different tricks you could pull on the unsuspecting. Some genuinely clever, most just absurd attempts at making the other person laugh.  

If you ever actually got the chance to you it though? Oh ho HO. let me tell you how this went down. Your party had gotten into a situation, attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible. But by a bout of bad luck, someone had started harassing Karlach and at the same time, Lazel had started yelling at a guard, hand on her sword, inches away from striking. The party needed some sort of distraction, and luckily you both had just the thing. 

Astarion had grabbed the nearest glass of wine and splashed it on you, then putting on his best offended face he anguished, “How could you cheat on me?!?! And with my own BROTHER!?!?” That sentence made everyone's head snap up, including the guards as you both laid the theatrics on thick. You kept this act up with Astarion for a good 10 minutes, with fake tears and dramatics from both of you. At one point on the spot, you made up that he had slept with your mother and it was revenge, and the crowd was extremely invested, people taking sides, guards trying to calm down the chaos. But hey you're fake out worked, Karlach and Lazel were able to sneak away quietly and you had both given the distraction of a lifetime. Shadowheart disapproves.

Occasionally the two of you will talk in Thieves cant to each other when you don’t want the party to overhear certain conversations. Originally you were both probably talking about important things like strategies and debating about how to go about getting rid of the tadpole. But now you kind of both just use it to piss off Lazel a little. 

Ultimately you two really understand each other on a deep level, you really are 2 people with one mind. And together there's a world of adventure out there for you both, and infinite fun magical items for you both too “acquire”.

[weepingtalecowboy]

Four meets the colors

I decided to be absolutely evil so here you go fanfic prompt :

What if four was never capable to combine into link but they didn’t even get the opportunity to take turns because everyone controls different body parts and they have to coordinate absolutely everything together and pulling the four sword back just to be four people again isn’t something they can just do

They learned to live with it but no matter how hard they try to make it look naturally

they still move in a way that feels wrong even when they are trying hard to cooperate

Their feet have slight delay

their hands have trouble gripping stuff in a way that looks naturally and one hand might grip the wrong side of a box ending with nearly dropping it

Their face can show different and several emotions at once and they can sometimes be heard mumbling to themself

And because of that they are perceived as unsettling or unstable by their own village

Their father couldn’t truly understand or accept them because link his child essentially died and they know it no matter how hard he tries to hide it

Their grandpa is getting older and even though he grieved his grandson he still wanted to accept them and when he is gone they would only have Zelda left

And she spends most her time in the castle ruling Hyrule

Shadow is not coming back ever again

And because of that spend as much time as they can on blacksmithing to not have to worry about things

But when linked universe happens they meet a version of them that has everything they could possibly want

Like their own bodies and lives

Shadow is still alive

The village doesn’t fear them

Vio,Blue , Red and Green all get to go by their own names

And four has to go by link

It’s genuinely paining them because it just doesn’t seem fair

Main while the colors hate how four is looking at him

Because they used to think that link would understand and support their decision to stay apart

But obviously link feels to good about himself as the perfect and superior hero of the four sword

And they all start hating him for it because it means that their decision wasn’t approved by the one person it mattered from the most

The chain feels the tension but doesn’t really know how to fix it so they separate both

And when they all get to four’s Hyrule they feel ashamed of how bad they are viewed by their own village

Because the colors are loved but they are not

So they tell them that when they put the sword back they never became one

The colors feel absolutely horrified when they realize the implications

Because four's existence sounds like their worst nightmare

And it makes them feel sick

That a version of them could be so screwed over by their own existence

And shadow isn’t even with them

And their dad doesn’t even want them to exist

Man and they thought they had it rough

Four gets to meet shadow and has a mental breakdown over it

Shadow is also very disturbed by the situation

Also they keep four there is no way hylia can stop them (it still is extremely weird when they interact with their counterparts because they like don’t always have the same expressions )

but also four is all fucked up like red is delusional (he was doing his own thing the entire adventure in the manga), blue has an obsession with keeping things under control(getting frozen and swallowed by a ghost is not fun) (which is why he is so obsessed with cleaning because it gives him a way to control the environment ) , Vio is depressed about shadow,green has a hero complex (he is link if you delete all personality traits except hero)

That combines into a mess of having their own personality but not enough to be their own people (just how they can’t even live without coordinating link's every step)

Yeah that won’t be fun

The colors have it easy in comparison

[raginglesbian2006]

Lucifer with archangel! sister reader (1)

A/N: Here's something random my mind cooked up!

You and Lucifer were created by God at the same time

So you're both technically twins

As you grew up together, you began sharing your ideas for the newly forming world with him

His ideas, however, excelled over yours and you loved listening to him

When the Garden of Eden was being created, you both snuck out to see it

Safe to say, you were both struck with wonder

Seeing the beauty of creation, Lucifer started suggesting even more excellent ideas to you. They were so brilliant that you urged him to tell them to your superiors

Although initially hesitant, your encouragement emboldened him to present his wonderful ideas to his superiors. He expected them to ponder for a while, maybe even tell him that it would take time to implement into the ever-evolving new world

What he did not expect was to be flat-out rejected and heavily criticized for speaking up against the will of God, his own father

Lucifer had returned to you that day, his wings down and his eyes bubbling with tears

Your golden heart ached as you held him close, letting him rest his head on your shoulders and cry his heart out. You put your wings around him as if to form a cocoon, trying to shelter him from the pain he was going through. You wished you take away his misery

Nevertheless, his pride and determination to see his plans bear fruit overpowered his initial rejection. Day after day, he went to the angelic headquarters to present a modified version of his plans to his superiors, and every single day, he was turned down. But his eyes never lost their sparkle. You loved that about him.

You wished you were as brave enough as him. You wished you could be right beside him urging the higher-ups to listen to him, listen to his ideas, listen to his wonderful imagination. But alas, you pitied yourself for being such a coward. Lucifer didn't mind it at all. He was just happy to have his sister supporting him in his endeavors

One day, you heard a commotion amongst the angels, about a certain creation gone rogue. You tried to find your brother to tell him about what you'd heard, but he was nowhere to be seen. You waited and waited till he finally came to you. His eyes sparkled brighter than ever.

He told you that he'd met a wonderful soul, a human named Lilith. The first woman. She defied her husband, Adam's, subjugation and ran away from the Garden of Eden. Both of them had met by chance and Lucifer was delighted to find that she shared the same sentiment as him.

You could see his face turn red when he talked about this special person. You were so happy to see him laughing and bubbly. You missed this side of him so much. You told him that you were eager to meet this special lady. He said he'd introduce her to you when the time was right.

Still, you felt this gnawing feeling in your chest, almost warning you of something. You brushed this feeling off, happy to see your brother happy.

It wasn't until he was faced with a trial that you felt you should have listened to that doubt in your mind. You wished you'd told him to stop, prevented him from visiting the Garden of Eden, prevented him from meeting Lilith. You shouldn't have urged him to present his ideas to your superiors in the first place.

You couldn't even look at Lucifer when he was on his knees, begging heaven, begging his own father, to listen to him, to see his ideas. Your overwhelming guilt prevented you from seeing your brother one last time before he was cast down to hell.

The last thing you heard from Lucifer was his screams, as he fell from heaven.

A/N: Stay tuned for part 2!

[revasserium]

Im here to say that college!au opla!zoro is your most superior zoo version yet. Please share any more thoughts you have on this cute couple!!!! I love their dynamic so much

listen;;;;;; i love college!au opla!zoro so much. so…… because i am… unwell about this man, sfw and nsfw headcanons/snippets of college!au opla!zoro (most of this is based on the death before decaf fic where zoro is a fencer and reader is a physical therapy major):

sfw:

afternoon naps on the ratty old couch in the living room of his dorm; luffy is his roommate who is simultaneously never there but also randomly always there at the weirdest most inopportune moments

“what did you say he studies?” “uh… something about international policy but he got in on a sports scholarship too.” “yeah? what’s he do?” “gymnastics.” “wait — seriously?” “yeah he’s /weird/ flexible.”

sharing pizza at midnight, sitting in his lap as he scrolls through highlight reels of past olympic fencing bouts, his chin occasionally brushing against your shoulder as he explains all the different rules and moves; you can feel the light stubble, feel the deep rumble of his voice along your arm where it’s pressed against his chest

him kissing you awake, opening your eyes to find him smiling, smirking, more like — “morning…” “mornin’. you were drooling on my pillow.” “shut up!” “nah, it was cute.” more kissing, you trying to shove his face into the pillow, him easily pinning you beneath him, arching an eyebrow; you sigh, blushing, “it’s too early for this.” “it’s never too early for this.”

jerking apart when you both hear luffy’s voice shouting from the living room, “have fun you guys! i’m going to usopp’s to watch the game! don’t forget to hydrate and take breaks! oh — and i left guac for you guys in the fridge!”

“i thought he was gone!” “i thought so too —” zoro groaning when you hear the door slam, burying his face in your shoulder

study sessions where he’s just doing weight training in the corner and it takes everything you have not to be distracted by the shape of him, shirtless, powering through reps of bicep curls, when he drops to the ground for pushups, the way he grins when he catches you staring and asks if you want to help hold his feet down for situps

coffee runs in the morning, standing in line with his arm draped around your shoulders; nami grinning, “see? toldya making out would’ve solved things.”

pecks goodbye in front of the main lecture building, hearing the way the rest of the fencing team hoots after you turn away, hearing zoro loudly telling them to shut the fuck up if they don’t want their asses beat

him blushing up a storm when you wrap your scarf around him and scold him again for forgetting his own, saying that he needs to take better care of his body if he’s gonna make it to the olympics; him scoffing and looking away and, “well… i’ve got you to take care of it for me, don’t i?”

nsfw: (mdni beyond this point pls)

fucking the locker rooms post bout, his hand cushioned behind your head because say what you will about jock!zoro but he’s still something of a gentleman

netflix and chill saturday nights bc he doesn’t have practice sunday mornings and he’s not about to let all that time to go waste; leaving the tv on as he pulls you over his lap, fingers dancing up the sides of your waist, pressing you down over his cock, groaning when he fists his hands in your hair and pulls

drunk!fucking at frat parties in strangers bedrooms, bc who tf cares who this room belongs to as long as there’s a bed and a door that somewhat locks and sure, the sheets are gonna smell like sex after you’re finished but who’s gonna try and fuck with you when zoro’s always got an arm around you, when he’s got you tucked into his side whenever you’re together, even if it’s just studying at the library or sitting at lunch in the dining commons

the most jealous, possessive sex… bc. zoro doesn’t share.

making out in the stacks bc you said you were getting a reference book but you were gone a bit too long and zoro had come to “find you” only to find you trying to reach a book on a level that’s just a bit too high; him reaching up to pull it down for you, pressing a hand to your lower stomach and pulling you back against his chest, “need some help, princess?”

fumbling back to his dorm after said failed study session in the library, him kicking the door shut and tossing you on his bed, him mumbling some cheesy line about needing to brush up on his anatomy before pushing your knees up and burying his face between your thighs

[cookinguptales]

So I've talked about this a little bit in the past, but like... to me, the biggest tragedy of this substandard turning for Guillermo is that he's clearly always associated vampiric transformation with personal growth.

One thing that's always struck me about both Guillermo and Nandor is that both of them have this odd fixation on a nebulous "better" version of their lives that they should be living, and that fixation is so strong that it prevents them from fully living the life they already have. They both have a tendency to be so focused on how green the grass is on the other side that they forget to water their own lawn, if you get me.

Nandor has pretty obviously been on a quest for meaning since at least the first season (due to his crisis over Al Qolnidar no longer existing and his descendent dying) and he has a strong tendency to ignore all of the meaningful things that already exist in his life so he can pursue a fantasy of something better. He constantly throws aside the good things he has because he believes there must be something better. And in so doing, he often loses what he had to begin with.

Guillermo actually does things fairly similarly, except while Nandor is looking externally for something to enter into his life and give it meaning, Guillermo's fantasy life is focused more purely on his sense of self, with the anchor of it being vampiric transformation.

Guillermo has always looked at vampiric transformation as being the magic bullet that will make him good. It'll make him stronger, faster, more powerful, sure. But it's not just that. His entire sense of self-worth is attached to this. He doesn't just want physical power; he wants social power. He wants emotional power.

When Guillermo becomes a vampire, he won't get bullied anymore. When he becomes a vampire, he'll get respect. He'll be smart, strong, sexy. He'll be loved. He'll be able to love himself.

He'll be better.

Guillermo has always unabashedly put all his eggs in that basket. He's always just waited for someone to come bestow worthiness on him. But it's also circular logic, y'know? He'll become worthy once he's a vampire, but he'll also only become a vampire once he's worthy.

He has to earn it, and he'll never be happy until this growth, this vague sense of superiority, is earned.

That's really not how self-worth works, though, is it? No one can give that to you. No one can magically make you all the things you've always wanted to be, and no one can magically strip you of all the parts of you that you're ashamed of. And all the praise in the world won't mean anything to you if you don't believe it.

Guillermo, as he's gotten further away from being a vampire, has actually started to gain all the things he has intrinsically associated with vampirism. He's stronger. He's faster. He's more powerful. He's sexier. He's more confident. People respect him. People accept him. He's been able to start to reclaim his sexuality. He's starting to be able to be himself, and that self is both alluring and dangerous.

But none of that came because of anything he's done to try and earn his worth. It was all accidental; he's been so focused on this fantasy version of himself that he didn't see the way he was growing, changing, and developing in his own way.

Guillermo can't see that he's already grown up to be his childhood fantasy of himself, y'know?

So now he's gone and used all this newfound power and confidence and cunning to finagle himself a bite. But it didn't work. And it didn't make him feel the way he thought it would.

Because it's always been a fantasy. It's always been something to work toward. It's always a version of him that can't exist because it's nothing concrete, it's just the nebulous idea of being better.

Moreover, it's not just a power fantasy, though it certainly is that. I think the key to it here is that Guillermo has really come to associate this changing with acceptance. Not just anyone's acceptance -- Nandor's acceptance.

Along with all the other parts of the fantasy, Guillermo has fantasized about Nandor changing him because Nandor thinks he's worthy. It symbolizes all the longing he's ever had for acceptance and respect and acknowledgement and love and desire. Nandor's really become the center of all that for him, mostly because Guillermo is stupid in love with him. And since he circumvented Nandor's acceptance when he claimed a bite from someone else, he's really missed out on a major portion of what he was fantasizing about in the first place.

No one in the vampiric world is accepting him. If anything, they're pushing him away even more now that he's upset their social balance. No one thinks he's sexy. No one thinks he's cool. No one loves him, desires him, respects him. He still hasn't gotten the acknowledgement that he really wanted all along.

It was never just the powers. It was the fact that Guillermo hated himself. He hated his nebbishness, his weakness. He hated the way he couldn't fit in, not with his peers or his family or his religious community. He hated his timidity and his shyness and his submissiveness. He hated the way he was pushed around by everyone -- and in fact, he wanted to do the pushing.

And he thought that getting bitten would fix all that overnight. But it didn't.

So now even though he's gotten the bite he's always fantasized about, he's still deeply unhappy. And some of this really is the lack of physical power, which he's associated with social power. But I think more of it is that he always thought that a bite would change him on a fundamental level. But he has to come to terms now with the fact that he's still just Guillermo.

He can never be anything but himself. And Guillermo hates himself. He's embarrassed by himself. He's ashamed of himself. The idea of never being anything but what he already is is unbearable to him.

Then you add the fact that he doesn't feel like he "earned" this transformation, he never did get the acknowledgment from the person he needed it from most...

Guillermo was bitten and he still doesn't feel worthy. That's the root of it. He doesn't feel like the bite made him worthy and he doesn't feel like he was deemed worthy of the bite. So the bite itself? Yeah, that's worthless, too. Just like him.

Guillermo is struggling with the death of a fantasy here, I think, and struggling with idea that he might only ever be himself. And all he has to impress those around him, especially Nandor, is that self. And he doesn't feel like that self is enough, especially now that he might have fully alienated Nandor in particular.

God, I just. I really want Guillermo to come to accept who and what he is. I want him to see his own strength and his own power and his own beauty and realize that it didn't have to be bestowed upon him by anyone. It's not just his bloodline, it's not just the master he serves. It's him! It's in him! It's intrinsic! It's good!

It's enough!

I want him to be so proud of himself, because I am. My beautiful little murder machine. He's awful and I love him so dearly. ;;

God, I just want these two idiots to look at each other and realize that what they already have is enough. Nandor already has the love and acceptance he's been craving. Guillermo already has the power and worthiness that he's been craving. They already both love each other. They just need to stop being dumbasses for five minutes!

(But now who's lost in a fantasy world? lmao)

[pipperoo]

so i just rewatched back to the future for the first time in years and i know this has definitely been said, but i can’t keep this in

it’s always horrified me in time travel plot lines in shows or movies when they end up in a better future after they change something in the past. like marty’s parents are happy and in love, george is biff’s superior, his siblings have it more together, his dad wrote his book, and his mom is okay with her kids dating. everything seems better and it’s assumed that this is the happy ending, but that’s not marty’s life!

all the 17 years that he lived are now gone, forever. there of course will be similarities because it seems that he’s still the same kind of guy because his family and girlfriend didn’t act like he was acting that weird, but it’s still not the same. those aren’t the parents that raised him, those aren’t his siblings, his band and friends are probably different too. they’re the same people but not. marty just stole the life away from the marty that grew up with these people. that marty is gone forever! erased from existence! and no one’s ever going to know.

the time traveler marty won’t have the same memories, he’s not going to remember anything that he should have lived through. he has to play this part for the rest of his life, maybe some days he forgets, but something is always going to remind him that he doesn’t really belong. that he’s an imposter in this timeline. he shouldn’t be here, but he is because he can never go back.

how often do you think he slips up? like he clearly doesn’t remember a date with his girlfriend or a family outing that apparently they always talk about. how much do you think he thinks about it?

that always made me nervous when i watched this because, if this time travel shit happened to me, i would freak out, i’d break under the pressure. i couldn’t help but think of the person i replaced. the version of me i unknowingly killed. i could probably play the part for a while, but not forever. i’m getting nervous thinking about it right now! because that sounds so awful!!

anyway the movie is still fun and i still really like it :) (still get insane gender-envy from marty, but that’s neither here nor there) i just can’t help but think this when i watch the ending

[bewiiitched]

Sex doll (Logan Howlett x reader)

Ever since I saw the movie I haven't been able to shake my obsession with Wolverine, and I got this idea after reading several fanfics on a03 that are unfortunately on hiatus.

Summary: Wade and Reader have a past thanks to the Weapon X project, after escaping from there, she becomes his neighbor, being able to know peace until she runs into Logan and brings back memories of her original version.

Disclaimer: English is not my native language, I apologize if there are any mistakes.

Warnings: This is a +18 fanfic, it includes several dark themes such as rape, drug use, and more adult content.

Oral sex (both receive) P in V, chocking, rough sex, dom!logan, soft!Wade (mostly), friend!Wade, ass play, a lot of angst, age gap (reader is mid 20's)

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INTRO:

It was midnight when they both returned covered in sweat and blood to the apartment and after several attempts to convince Logan to stay, he had finally decided to spend a few days in the building until he could adapt.

Living one floor below the apartment she shared with the blind Al, Reader rarely missed any of the discussions that undoubtedly arose because of the mercenary and yet, even if her senses were not enhanced, she doubted that she could pass for his familiar voice that had so exasperated her superiors in the past.

Turning off the tap suddenly and leaving the dishes half-cleaned, she almost lunged towards the door, throwing it open with an accusatory look as she watched the red silhouette of his suit disappear down the hall towards the stairs. — WADE WILSON.

She exclaimed, making the mercenary freeze with an innocent smile and his hands raised in a placating gesture as he turned towards her. — Doll-

He began only to abruptly shut up, noticing the shocked look on her face as her gaze passed between them in a range of emotions.

— What the hell? — In contrast to the mercenary's wide smile, who moved his non-existant eyebrows in a suggestive gesture, reader's gaze darkened as she looked at Wolverine for a moment, causing him to frown in confusion and perceiving a strong scent of regret.

Determined to lighten the tension, Wade turned his face slightly towards Logan in a gesture of recognition.

— It's not the original. — He clarified, earning a raised eyebrow from both of them, which didn't affect him too much as he continued with his tirade of explanations. — Logan, this is Reader, a mutant with sadomasochistic powers who had an affair with your version of this world.

— I should have accepted that mission just to not hear you anymore…

The aforementioned hissed, glaring at him and avoiding the older mutant's scrutinizing gaze. Ignoring the mercenary's feigned expression of pain as he held his hand over his chest in an offended gesture, she leaned against the wall with her arms crossed.

— Doll, this is one of Logan's versions, darker, more broken, surely your type, oh god! You would have loved Calverine.

He spoke, clasping his hands over his chest in an enthusiastic gesture. With a snort, she turned around avoiding looking at the mutant behind the mercenary and determined to return to her apartment. — I don't think there's much of your stuff in the apartment, Al said something about taking advantage of the space now that you were gone.

She mocked, listening to his muffled gasp before closing the door with a shaky sigh.

(…)

— What the hell was that?

Logan's dry tone makes Wade laugh, now that they are at a safe distance from her enhanced hearing, the mercenary has no intention of letting the opportunity to mock her pass by.

— the what? The devilishly sexy neighbor downstairs with a destructive past who has her eye on you? You know, if you had the mask on I wouldn't doubt that-

— Christ, shut up. Why does she stink of guilt?

Wade smirks as he takes a step back dramatically. — When I joined the weapon X she was already there, working for the project's superiors along with poor Francis, together they were terror personified.

The nuance in his tone changes and his voice gains lightness as he thinks of those days when his powers were put to the test. — She can control the nervous system of people, animals and mutants. and, you know, make you feel a new world of pain. Oh and something about aphrodisiac fluids!

He speaks, winking before continuing: — The thing is that at some point Francis gained more importance, of course, not having nerves to control helped and she was left in the background and under his surveillance doing minor missions.

There's a look of understanding on Logan's face as his brain tries to process the information he's received and the words "sado-masochistic powers, and adventure" echo in his mind, raising more questions.

"That doesn't explain…"

He begins, frowning at the mercenary's suggestive expression. "Forget it."

He growled, wrinkling his nose as if he could still smell her scent full of guilt and shame.

(…)

Despite the initial shock, Reader had adapted to the mutant's presence quite easily, as she had occasionally crossed paths with him in the hallways of the building without sharing more than a few words. Which was fine with her, since she had no intention of crossing the cordial barrier either.

However, Wade Wilson had decided that it was a personal offense not to attend his resurrection dinner after having saved the world as the Marvel Jesus, so it was not until said party ended that the mercenary entered her apartment.

Rising from the bed abruptly when her ear caught a second beat, she wasted no time in grabbing the lamp that rested on the nightstand and throwing it in the direction of the mutant who grabbed it before it could break.

“That's no way to receive guests.” He scolded, dropping the lamp on the bed and turning on the light, letting both hands rest on his hips. “Traitorous bitch.”

He grumbled, watching as reader looked at him impassively. “Cry me a river.”

— You can't avoid it forever. Avoid me.

He emphasizes, smiling sideways when she rolls her eyes in his direction. — No one can avoid you.

She murmurs resignedly, getting out of bed now that the discomfort returns to her. — Look, I'll go to the next dinner…

— Tomorrow.

— What? No.

— Tomorrow, or I'll drag you out. Come on, we'll only be a few people.

— How are things with Vanessa?

The mercenary's menacing smile trembles and disappears with a withering look. — That, that was a low blow.

He reprimands her with the same tone he would use to reprimand a small child, earning a disdainful smile. — Looks like the two of us can't avoid it forever, huh.

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

I literally made a post on Tumblr about this idea but thought I'd actually share it here but decided to make a more special version:

The y/ns one day going into a throw down to see who is the best y/n...the superior y/n...like the embodiment of the song 'the ultimate showdown'...Or, if you want another version I think is also super fun...'the ultimate smash bros' lol...

And can imagine the cookies standing idly by in shock as they see things like streamer cookie throwing a left hook at alien y/n or entity y/n going John Cena on timid y/n...oooor the cookies, when they notice the y/n show down, start trying to stop it, loving all the y/ns and not wanting them to destroy each other lol!

Decided to write this bonus with the version where cookie are trying to stop the fight...just various scenarios that are happening all at once because of the number of y/ns lol:

Entity, in a tree about to jump from it elbow first onto timid y/n: AND THEIR NAME IS ENTITY Y/N COOKIE!

Regular, seeing entity jump right at them: OH DEAR WITCHES-

pure vanilla, quickly running up to push timid y/n out of the way and then catch entity so they don't take fall damage: BOTH OF YOU, STOP! WE LOVE YOU EQUALLY!!!

Meanwhile:

Streamer, holding a modified keyboard to work both as a keyboard and a blunt weapon in their hands: LET'S FUDGING DO THIS!

Alien, with a blunt alien weapon: COME AT ME, YOU COWARD!

Caramel arrow: OK, BREAK IT UP YOU TWO!

Meanwhile:

Timid y/n and shy y/n...really not wanting to fight but know this is a free for all and both immediately think the other is gonna kick their butt: .....

Both immediately start crying.

Cream ferret rushes up, trying to calm them both down: shh shh it's OK you don't have to fight, let's go for hot chocolate instead...doesn't that sound nicer?

They both go off with cream ferret.

Just pure chaos heh...sorry if this idea sounds stupid just with the y/n tag having so many different kinds of y/n cookies...having a creative mind and listening to these songs all combined really makes ya think XD

Let's- Lemme just list how many Y/N cookies I've made just to be sure what I'm getting into=

Ancient Y/N- virtue of patience

Beast Y/N- Shadow of wrath

Child ancient Y/N- Virtue of innocence

Child beast Y/N- Shadow of grief

Male batman Y/N

Entity Y/N

Alien Y/N- (No stories on them yet)

Robot Y/N

Streamer Y/N

Timid Y/N

Shy Y/N

Ghost Y/N

Merchant Y/N

Isekai'd Y/N

Baker Y/N

Tarzan Y/N

Child of White Lily cookie Y/N

Yeah- I'm gonna figure out how to do all of them T T oh boy-

Y/N cookie showdown!

On a random day of a random week on a random month in a random year, the Y/N cookies found themselves in a predicament. They wanted to be the best Y/N cookie. But what happens when everyone wants to be the best? They argue and fight to claim that title. And unfortunately for the cookies, these 17 cookies were no different.

Ancient Y/N cookie and Beast Y/N cookie are trying to stangle each other

Ancient Y/N: DIE, FOWL BEAST!

Beast Y/N: TASTE MY WRATH, STUPID COPY!!!!

Pure Vanilla cookie and Shadow Milk cookie are tying their hardest to pull the two apart.

The Children aren't exactly any better, even if they aren't fighting physically since Mystic Flour cookie and White Lily cookie are holding them back.

Ancient child Y/N: Crybaby!

Beast child Y/N: Goody two shoes!

Both stop talking for a moment, before crying to the adults.

Both: They were being mean to me!

Mystic Flour cookie: There there,

White Lily cookie: It's ok little one.

Male Batman Y/N: *Holding merchant Y/N in a choke hold* Admit your defeat!

Merchant Y/N: *Wheezing* Over my dead body!

Male Batman Y/N: That can be arranged!

Black Raisin cookie: *Trying to push them apart* No! Stop fighting! I love you both too much to lose any of you! Stop!

Streamer Y/N: *Hitting Alien Y/N with their keyboard* Be gone!

Alien Y/N: *Behind a shield* Like your father?!

Caramel Arrow cookie: No no- no insults! Stop fighting before any of you get hurt!

Robot Y/N: *Trying to shoot entity Y/N* STOP MOVING SO I CAN ELIMINATE YOU!!!

Entity Y/N: *Moving in all kinds of inhumane ways* MAKE ME, METAL HEAD!

Agent Jjajang cookie: No- don't taunt each other! Just behave for witches sake!!!

Baker Y/N: *The only sensible one at the moment* Guys- there isn't a best Y/N, stop fighting-

Ghost Y/N and Isekai'd Y/N: SHUT UP!

Isekai'd Y/N: I'm about to exorcise a stupid ghost!

Ghost Y/N: Not if I hit you with another truck first!

Pumpkin pie cookie: No! Stop fighting! You'll end up hurting yourselves! Please stop!

Tarzan Y/N: *Casually holding child of White Lily cookie (COWL) Y/N by their ankle* Hahahahahaha

COWL Y/N: Put me down you brute! Put me down right now!

Cherry Blossom cookie: Aye! put them down!- put- Hey! Put them down and stop fighting this instant!

Shy Y/N: *Thinking they're done for*

Timid Y/N: *Thinking it's over for them*

Both begin crying and Cream Ferret cookie rushes to them both.

Cream Ferret cookie: Hey hey, it's ok. You don't have to fight. You're safe. Come on, let's get you some ice cream and candy for the other two crying over there.

Both nod as they follow Cream Ferret cookie.

[crimsonvictory]

Same Time Tomorrow? (Help pt. 2)

Word Count: 4.1k

Part 1 - HELP

Tags: Simon Riley x Reader, Ghost x Reader, COD smut, Ghost smut

Warnings: touch!starved Ghost, p-in-v sex, multiple orgasms, oral sex, a bit of angst if you squint, also a bit of sub!Ghost if you squint

Dedicated to @ghosmooth-operator because they asked so nicely ;)

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A few months had gone by. He had been on deployment, somewhere unknown to you. You didn’t even know if he was alive or not. At first, you thought he had been avoiding you, as he tended to do with everyone. But, after nosing around (not your proudest moment) you had overheard talk that Riley was on some top-secret mission. You kept yourself busy, practicing your sparring techniques with the rookies, filing paperwork that had piled up due to your hectic schedule, and even deep cleaning your side of the barracks.

You were doing okay. You had a manageable routine and were beginning to enjoy the monotony of it. Get up, grind, go to bed. You tried keeping your thoughts of him out of your head. His mouth on your cunt, his hands possessively grabbing your thighs. Just thinking about it got you hot and bothered. A flush spread over your cheeks and you cleared your throat, shaking the thought away. You wanted more of him. One taste and you were addicted. You were going through a withdrawal period and it was fucking difficult.

The nights were the worst. When you were alone inside your head, worst-case scenarios running wild and nightmares wearing you ragged. Your voice was hoarse from screaming. Your mind was your worst enemy, creating scenarios within your head that morphed into an indistinguishable version of reality. It got to the point where you would get a couple of hours a night, spend most of your time distracting your anxiety, staying in the gym, going out for a run, and fantasizing about the day Riley would come back to you.

It wasn’t a real possibility.

He hadn’t spoken to you since that night. It had been a one-time thing. You were afraid that you had taken advantage of him. He was your lieutenant after all. You, his subordinate. It wasn’t right for a relationship to blossom between the two of you. But you couldn’t help the way that you felt that night. Loved, adored, wanted. You had never experienced anything like it before. You kept to yourself and out of the way, kept your head down, and performed to the best of your ability.

It was reaching the 3-month mark, with no word, and no update from anyone. You ended up having an episode, which resulted in a mental evaluation and an embarrassing amount of attention. Everyone fluttered around to your every need, not letting you do anything for yourself, which ended up in yet another episode. You tried to convince yourself that you were doing okay, but were you? You needed help.

But you did not know where to turn. The one person that you felt that you could go to had disappeared off of the face of the earth. So, you pushed things down the best that you could and kept up your front.

It crumbled when you saw him. Riley, alive and well and as mysterious as ever.

5 long months he was gone. It felt like an eternity to you. Your cheeks burned hot as you stared in his direction. A familiar pull in your lower stomach had you gasping quietly. Get. Yourself. Together. His gaze was focused on Price’s, listening intently. You wondered what they were talking about. You noticed a change in Ghost’s posture, he stood up straighter, chest puffing out and he held a hand up. Wait. He started to turn his head in your direction and you ran. Shit. Shit. Shit.

You hid in the locker room. Embarrassed that you almost got caught gawking at your superior like some freak. Walking hurriedly over to the sink, you switched the cold water and splashed your face with it. You gasped at the coldness, letting it calm your nervous system down. Your breathing had calmed. Letting out a sigh, you rub your eyes, still leaning over the sink.

The door to the locker room swung open, metal creaking on the rusty hinges. You really don’t pay it much mind, focusing on your breathing. Heavy footsteps echo on the tiled floors and your interest peaks. They sound familiar. You wipe the water from your eyes, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Another joins you.

Riley.

He doesn’t say a word, watching you through half-lidded eyes. You turn around, leaning up against the sink. You had almost forgotten how much space he takes up. Tilting your head, you look up at him, meeting his eyes. They’re very cloudy, troubled, and swirling with unprocessed events. He takes a step towards you and holds out a piece of paper between his index and middle finger. You reach out and take it, covering it in a soft fist. He watches silently for another heartbeat, two, or three. Riley doesn’t say a word, turns around, and walks out of the locker room.

You look around, even though no one is present, and open the piece of paper.

“My room. 0227. – S”.

Your stomach flutters and you bite your lip to keep from smiling.

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You’re antsy, pacing your room as you wait until your predestined time. You had been high on adrenaline all day, trying your best to get it out of your system. You spent an hour and a half at the gym, grabbed a quick bite to eat, and finally came back to your room to run a bath. Baths weren’t something that you rewarded yourself with often. You didn’t have the time. But, with it being a Sunday, you definitely had the time to kill. You spent your time thinking of how this evening was going to go. Your mind ran wild with the open possibilities. The hot water felt good on your aching muscles. You spend time making sure to pamper yourself, using your favorite sugar scrubs, lotions, and perfume. You had let your hair air-dry after running a leave-in mask through your hair. Deciding on an outfit, you went with comfy but casual. A lacy pair of black panties and a bra to match, paired with a soft pair of grey sweatpants and a heavier black pullover sweatshirt. You kept your face bare, running through your skincare routine and brushing your teeth.

A beep from your clock. 0220.

Your heart lurched as you slipped your shoes on and slipped out of your room. It was dead silent in the hallway, your dorm mates fast asleep. You were super nervous, a light sheen of sweat forming on your skin. You had to stop to calm yourself down a couple of times. Quietly walking to Ghost’s room, you looked around to make sure you were alone. A glance down at your watch – 0225. Two minutes early. You fumble with your shirt sleeves, rolling the cuffs up on your wrists a bit. You don’t dare knock, afraid of it being too loud in the dead hallway.

A minute passes by. It feels like an eternity.

The next 60 seconds test your patience. You wait silently, fidgeting with your clothing and looking down at your feet. You hear a lock click and the door in front of you opens. You whip your head up quickly, nearly giving yourself whiplash. Riley is leaning against the door frame, of a Greek god. You meet his eyes shyly. With the dark lighting in the hallway, you can’t see them that well. You do notice that he has opted for a plain black balaclava, sans grease makeup. His outfit is similar to yours, a soft pair of black sweatpants and a fitted black T-shirt to match. His eyes follow your every move. You swallow, unsure of what to do. He takes a step back – an invite inside.

Do you dare?

You take a deep breath through your nose and step inside his room. As far as you know, no one has ever been inside, except for the man himself. It’s military neat, with no identifying signs of individual personality – figures. It smells of him, cigarettes, a hint of gunpowder, and the surprising smell of chamomile. You’ve walked right into his lair. Lured by the predator himself. You take a small spin around, taking the room in. He stays silent.

A glance over at him – and a small smile.

“’S nice,” you mimic his exact words.

He slowly saunters over to you, his lids droop – sultry.

You didn’t know exactly how tonight was going to go, but you decided to surrender yourself to it. Riley tilts your face up towards his own, gently turning your head side to side – a once-over. A soft ‘tsk’ falls from his lips. You feel the pad of his thumb brush gently over your bottom lip. You take a plunge, darting your tongue out to taste. A soft noise of approval rumbles in his chest. You part your lips a bit more and suck the pad of his thumb inside, swirling your tongue around. Your cheeks have flushed bright red, but with the ambient lighting, you’re hoping it is hard to tell.

He watches you intently and you watch his eyes darken with desire, just like they did that night. He takes another step towards you and your breath hitches. All of your attention is on him. He is enticing, luring you closer and closer until your palm reaches out to lay flat against his broad chest. You look up at him through your eyelashes, pulse loud in your ears. You hear the swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. A heartbeat can be felt through your fingers, strong and steady. You are completely enthralled by him. He leans down, close to your ear and whispers,

“Did you miss me?”

You nearly come apart. His voice is sultry, accent thick with lust.

“Y-Yes,” you whisper.

A soft chuckle leaves his lips. He traces your face with the outside of his fingers and grabs the fat of your hip, squeezing it. You squeak, biting your lip between your teeth. Your pulse is quickening, your belly turning somersaults of arousal over and over. You’re nearly buzzing with excitement. It’s overwhelming. Riley leans down, resting his thumb on your chin before taking his other hand and rolling the bottom of his balaclava up – exposing his mouth. You were right about the scar, a hairline on the top right of his lip. His lips are plush – pretty. He leans down, slowly brushing your lips together. Your eyes flutter closed. You tighten your hands into fists, wanting to touch him so badly but not wanting to overstep.

You can smell a faint hint of whiskey on his breath, just like last time. You wonder what it tastes like, so you swipe your tongue over his bottom lip. A groan escapes his lips and you do it again – wanting him to open up. You didn’t mean to take control of this moment, but it sort of just happened and he seems to be letting you. You slide your tongue alongside his, swirling it around – exploring every inch of his mouth. A shared moan releases from the both of you. His grip on your hip tightens and you shift closer to him. You are pressed flush against him now and can feel his cock tenting in his sweatpants.

You want to possess every part of him.

Reaching your hands up, you stretch and wrap them around his neck, pulling the two of you impossibly close. Your start makeout sesh has started to become heavier, and more needy. Riley is pawing at every inch of you, forcing his way into your mouth and taking the upper hand. He lifts you like it's nothing, carrying you over to his bed. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the tent of his pants against your own clothed core. A whine escapes your lips and you grind down lightly. He pulls away, mumbling against your lips.

“Don’t be teasin’ me now.”

You’re both so touch-starved. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.

“Simon,” you pant against his lips. “Please, touch me.”

He groans against your lips, sliding his large hand up your shirt. The palm resting at the hem of your pants and the tips of his fingers brushing against your bra. You sit up for him, helping him pull your sweatshirt over your head.

“Fucking beautiful,” he coos, eyes sparkling with desire.

He places himself conveniently between your spread legs, resting on his forearms as he makes a mess of your neck. His nose bumps behind your ear, taking in your scent. Goosebumps break out down your body as he bites his sharp teeth into your skin and sucks. Your skin soon becomes marbled with his marks – a possession. Your chest is rising rapidly, on the verge of hyperventilating. He holds the side of your neck as he kisses down your chest, lips brushing against the black lace of your bra. A bright flash of white teeth and he looks up at you, grabs the lace of your cup, and pulls it to the side, exposing your breast.

The cool air causes your nipple to peak and a gasp to leave your lips. Simon maintains eye contact as he wraps his lips around the peak of your nipple and sucks. You whine, arching into his mouth. His warm tongue swirls around the bud and sends you into a frenzy. Your body becomes alight, responding to his touch so eagerly. He leans up with a pop, turning slightly to the other breast, removes it from your bra, and gives it the same attention as before. His other hand cups your breast, fingers pinching your nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

His devotion to your body once again is something you have never experienced. He leaves your nipples puffy and overstimulated, satisfied with his work. You’re watching him through hooded eyes, pleasure coursing through your body. His touch was electric, feeding the starving need that you had craved for so long. Tears welled up in your eyes and you tried forcing them away. A couple falls down your cheek. They don’t go unnoticed. Simon gently swipes them away.

“I’ve got you.”

Your mouth trembles, a sob threatening to escape. He begins to pull at your sweats, wanting even more of your body for himself. You lift your hips up and he pulls them off, showing off your lacy panties. A low whistle from him. His fingers brush over the delicate fabric and you arch into his touch. Needy. So needy. You spread your legs wider for him – accommodating the width of his shoulders as he settles down. You’re already soaked, and he can see that. Slick glistening against the dark fabric.

“Fuck,’ he groans. Mouth watering at the sight of your arousal. “Is this all for me, little one?”

You nod unashamedly.

“Aren’t you going to have a taste?” you coo softly, the sultriness in your voice surprising.

He makes no haste, leaning down and licking a stripe up your clothed cunt, once, twice, before latching his mouth over you and sucking. You gasp, his hot mouth and the friction of your panties rubbing against your pussy are to die for. You involuntarily grind your hips down into his mouth. Simon’s eyes roll in pleasure. He laps at your folds through the fabric, mixing his spit and your arousal, making your panties absolutely soaked. They are dripping onto his sheets and you don’t even care. Simon takes his thumbs and hooks them in the waistband of your panties, taking them down your legs and throwing them over his shoulder. He places his palms flat against the meat of your inner thighs and pushes your legs wide before diving back down into your pussy.

His nose bumps up against your sensitive clit as he swirls his tongue around through your folds. Your hands overlap his on your thighs, squeezing his fingers. He’s relentless, not even coming up for air. He’s mumbling sweet praises against your cunt, the sloppiness of it echoing in the room.

“Missed this pretty pussy.”

“Fuck, you taste like heaven.”

“Look how wet you are for me.”

He slides his tongue down, down until it's lapping at your hole. Simon angles your hips before thrusting his tongue inside. You cry out, thighs threatening to clamp around his face. His tongue stretches you open, an unfamiliar feeling but not unpleasurable. You are rocking your hips down on his face now and he is taking it like a champ. You’ve never had a man become so drunk over your pussy before. It’s very very attractive. His thumb reaches up at your clit and begins swirling in circles, sloppy due to how wet he’s made you.

A pull in your stomach lets you know you’re close. You warn him, crying out as it builds steadily over the next few minutes. You come undone on his tongue, grinding against his face and milking every last drop of pleasure from him. Simon’s moaning into your pussy, rolling his hips down on the bed to satiate himself.

A thin sheen of sweat covers your body. He looks up at you, and the lighting makes you look angelic. Hair splayed around you like a halo, eyes blown with pleasure, body molded and pliable by his hands. He can’t get enough of you. He leans back on his knees, your pleasure dripping down his chin. It’s obvious that he’s aroused too, his cock straining through his sweats. You’re dying for a taste.

“Let me taste you,” you say quietly, looking up at him from where you are laying on the bed.

He doesn’t oblige, shimmying out of his sweats and allowing his cock to bounce freely up toward his belly. You drink him all in, toned thighs and thick cock. It’s swollen with arousal, dripping precum from the tip. Your mouth waters. You sit up on your knees, allowing him to lean back against the headboard and make himself comfy. It had been a while since you had done this. You were a bit rusty but were determined to give it your best shot. You crawl in between his thighs, resting on your belly and making yourself comfortable. Simon pets the side of your face gently, taking his hand and swooping your hair up into a makeshift ponytail. You get to work slowly, starting with small kitten licks to his head. The first brush of your tongue has his fists clenching and a moan dropping from his lips.

So sensitive.

You smile, taking his head past your lips and forming a light suction. You swirl your tongue around the swollen head before testing with an experimental bob down. He’s fucking thick, and you strain a bit to fit him into your mouth. Simon’s a babbling mess above you. head thrown back, exposing his throat. His moans are breathy and you are devouring every single one. Simon being super vocal wasn’t something you expected but were delighted nonetheless. You continue your ministrations, alternating between bobbing, swirling, sucking, and using your hand to stimulate what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. The sounds coming from your lieutenant were pornographic. And he wasn’t trying to be quiet either.

“F-Fuck, just like that. Yes.” He moans, “Such a pretty girl. You look so good with your lips around my cock.”

You moan at the praise, allowing the vibrations to travel down. He thrusts into your mouth and you nearly gag, eyes squeezing shut.

“Jesus-“ he gasps, coming undone above you. His thighs are shaking with pleasure.

You swirl soothing patterns into his skin, swallowing him down, down, down. He abruptly pushes you off of him, chest heaving. You are a bit taken aback, wide eyes looking at him in confusion.

“Too good, I want to feel you around my cock before I come.” He explains. His voice has dropped an octave.

He pats his lap, inviting you in. You crawl over to him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He positions both of you, your back to his chest. You’re hovering over his length and Simon has a death grip on your hip. You’re shaking in anticipation as you slowly sink down onto his cock. Your breath is punched out of your lungs. You feel so full, and you haven’t even taken all of him yet. Your thighs begin to shake with exertion.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans out, swirling the pads of his fingers on the small of your back – soothing.

You’re panting, sinking inch by inch down until you’re seated flush against his thighs. Chest heaving, you lean back against his own, trying to let yourself adjust. You’re trembling, fingers encircling his wrist that is holding your hip.

“Breathe,” he pants out.

A reminder for both of you. You listen, slowing your breathing down until you feel as though he can move. You tell him. He starts slow, barely pulling out and thrusting back in. You gasp, the feeling of his length brushing against your walls is intoxicating. Both of you are shaking with pleasure, slowly building up a good rhythm. The sounds of your soaked pussy and his thrusts fill the room, along with your moans of pleasure. Simon slides a hand up around your throat, squeezing slightly. You gasp as the air leaves your lungs and roll your head back against his chest. Your hips move on their own accord, slamming down to meet his thrusts. The pleasure builds in your lower abdomen as you open yourself up to him more and more.

His name repeats like a mantra on your lips. Simon. Simon. Simon. Gasping as he picks up speed and thrusts hard up into your pussy. It’s greedy for more, taking his length like a fucking champ. You are in pure bliss right now, your bodies moving in tandem as you pull pleasure from each other. The both of you are so touch-deprived, craving any that you can get after 5 long months away.

“Did – you – miss me?” you ask in-between pants, rolling your hips against Simon’s.

“Y-Yes,” he gasps out, thrusting up into your pussy at an ungodly speed. His grip on your hips tightens as he shifts your body a bit, changing the angle. “Missed this tight little cunt.”

You come apart at his words, sobbing as pleasure courses through your body at the new angle he has moved you to. His cock hits that spongey spot that makes you see stars.

“I missed you so much,” you sob, pussy clamping down on his length. “I’ve been thinking about you since you left.” You continue.

He moans, sliding a hand around your hip and to your folds. His index, middle, and ring finger lay flat against your clit, rubbing quickly – back and forth, back and forth. Your pleasure builds, builds, builds – white hot as another orgasm is pulled from your body. You clench around him as you ride your pleasure out.

“Yeah, sweetheart, surrender yourself to me. I’ve got you; I’ve got you. You’re fucking mine. Your pussy’s mine.” He growls, thrusting over and over into your spent cunt.

Hot tears spill down your face as you just keep taking what Simon gives you. His hand tightens around your throat, the other on your pussy and he pulls another and another orgasm from you. You’re floating, black inkiness comfortable as you ride the waves of your pleasure. It nearly puts you to sleep. You’re so blissed out. You can faintly feel Simon tense below you, shooting his hot load into you. You whine, overwhelmed at the sensation of feeling so full.

You can’t move. So worn out from the pleasure. Tears are still streaming down your cheeks. Simon pulls out slowly, gently removing himself from under you and crawling in between your legs. What he does next makes you flush from your cheeks to your chest. He positions himself in between your legs again, and cleans you up with his tongue, scooping out his come with his tongue. You gasp yet again, your pussy puffy and overstimulated. He’s gentle and when he’s done, he crawls back up and kisses you square on the mouth, licking inside to share with you. You groan softly, your body fighting sleep as you lazily kiss him back. He smiles against your lips – a rare thing.

You must’ve fallen asleep because when you wake, you are enveloped in one of Simon’s shirts. It’s huge on you, nearly down to your knees. You are absolutely content. The comforting smell of chamomile fills your nose. You blearily open your eyes, searching for him. He is by your side, hand resting behind his head, balaclava pulled back down over his face. You sigh, wishing you could see him in his entirety. Scooting closer, you curl up against him, throwing a leg over his and laying on his chest. Quiet, peaceful sleep awaits you. You’re more comfortable, more satiated than you’ve been in months. Sleep lulls you in, and right before you go you hear Simon,

“Same time tomorrow?”

[egg-emperor]

If you think Eggman, the man who confidently demands that everyone immediately submit and worship him, erects massive statues crafted perfectly in his precise image, insists that his visage is plastered everywhere from his logo to countlessly creations, constantly talks about how he's the greatest genius and best person on the planet, and hypes himself up in brilliance and genius and handsomeness constantly- is somehow secretly insecure deep down, you don't understand his character and his specific type of egotism and narcissism, feelings of superiority and god complex

There's absolutely nothing to suggest it's just a farce or that his desire to rule to the world is an attempt at validation for something that he doesn't truly believe at his core. He wants the world to worship him because in his mind he KNOWS he deserves the world and to be hailed by all. His goals are because of his genuine self love and extremely bloated ego. He doesn't lose this confidence in himself, his entitlement to all the love and attention, or stop the constant praising of himself when he's talking in more private settings

Such as his SA2 journal in the mission recaps, where his version of "dear diary" is literally "I'm Dr. Eggman, the greatest scientific genius of the world" every time. And in the Egg Memos, he's constantly talking about how much of a genius he is and how he can do anything, that it's why Sage is so great because he's the genius who created her, and even shows his bratty entitlement to all the attention by saying he should've had all the attention instead of the sick and tragically dying Maria

How you can see and hear all this and actually believe he's somehow insecure and that his egotistical self loving behavior is just some show, as if it doesn't continue into situations he believes he has privacy like his personal journal and memos, is beyond me. The reason he's so passionate, determined and devoted to accomplishing his goals is because he believes he's so amazing and deserves and is entitled to everything he wants and truly has the power to take over and enforce it himself. His confidence is genuine and unshakeable

That's literally the entire point. Never once has he gone "why does nobody love meee I'm not good enough :(" in the games. It's always "I'm AWESOME the best person ever, I love me and I know you do too or will when I force you to see the truth and hail me for the brilliant genius and powerful emperor I am >:)" And his true passion and belief in it is a huge part of his charm. This is the man who dreamed up fucking EGO CITY in Dream Team. He's the antithesis of insecure in every way, he's so deeply secure in himself to a dangerously entitled and narcissistic degree lol

He doesn't know what it's like to doubt himself, feel insecure, or lack confidence. He wants to be on the spotlight and for the whole world to see and hail him and give him all the power and control. He builds everything in his image and slaps his visage onto everything confidently. When he dreams his dreamworld is full of him, where he gives himself employee of the month awards and dreams of a city ruled by him full of crowds and floats hailing him and golden statues everywhere. He doesn't have an insecure bone in his body, not even in his sleep XD

[intriq]

✿ Do I deserve this?

Oneshot requested by: @brucewaynesspouse

Character: AK Jason

Genre: Fluff

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Jason never figured that, while on his warpath of revenge, he’d ever meet you. After managing to get free from the endless torment he’d been given by the Joker, he figured he’d always be far too broken for anyone to love him.

But then he’d met you. You had been so patient, so incredibly patient and gentle, kind and understanding. Joker had broken Jason, shattered him to pieces and put him back together again, even if his edges were like sharp, pointed pieces of broken glass. Not all pieces fit evenly, either. But when he’d met you, whilst he was preparing to get his revenge on Bruce for leaving him to rot?

You had made him whole again. Fit between those empty spaces in his ragged edges, made a home for yourself amongst the thorns that lay there. So of course he had to marry you, the only little piece of normalcy he could ever hope to grasp.

Even when he dons his Arkham Knight armor and name, he is still your husband. Even when he has but no choice to bring the Militia around to your shared home, he makes sure they all know how much you mean to him. Makes sure they know the consequences if they even so as much make you upset with them.

You are their superior as much as he is theirs.

When that fateful night rolls around, Jason makes sure the apartment you two call home is protected, heavily and well guarded. Not just anyone is going to protect his spouse, no. Only those he knows are the best will guarantee your safety. He will make sure every single soldier that he stations in and around your home can hold their own against Bruce.

Well, long enough for you to be brought to safety. And his daughter, of course. The child you and him had together.

In the early hours of the morning on Halloween, the sky is still dark when you awaken to find your husband gone from his place beside you in bed. Leaving nothing but cold sheets as you blindly feel around for him.

Upon instinct you’ve risen out of bed, walking through the darkened home you share with Jason, mindlessly searching for him. Any Militia soldier you pass in your wandering makes sure to be quick to step out of your way, giving you some sort of nod in acknowledgement—their version of respect. Soundlessly you enter your daughters nursery, and it is here you find Jason.

Wearing every part of his Arkham Knight gear but his helmet, he cradles your daughter in his arms. Attention so captured on how small she is in his arms that he’s yet to notice you, even as he silently cries. He cries because he’s wondering how he’s even come to deserve such a spouse or this little human being that he can call his own child.

A little person with some pieces of himself inside. Not the ugly parts, of course, because he will never let those ragged edges ever dare cut you or the child you two have together.

Jason feels so undeserving of the peace he feels with you. The peace he feels even now as he holds his little girl in his arms, crying at just how overwhelming it feels. Almost suffocating.

His head turns to you when he sees movement in the darkness, tensing as if he’s prepared for anything other than you or one of his soldiers to approach, but that tension quickly disappears when he sees it is just you. Of course, your hand rises to wipe away those tears he didn’t even know he had spilling from his eyes.

Even after spending a little over a year not even knowing touch without pain or harshness, even despite how often any kind of touch would usually startle him, he still craves it. Which is why Jason leans into your hand, even if it’s only touching him briefly to wipe his tears away.

Tears are a sign of weakness for Jason. He’s trained every bit of that out of him, had it beat out of him by Joker. But for you? For you, he will show weakness, underneath all those scars he has. If anyone but you were present in your child’s nursery when he’d spilled those tears, they would be dead. No one but you is allowed to know he’s still [to his own surprise] capable of tears.

“Did I wake you?” Is what Jason finally asks as you stand before him, still wiping those tears and the stains they leave on his face away with those gentle hands of yours. But you only shake your head in response, because truly? Jason had been out of bed long before you’d woke up.

So no, he didn’t wake you. You didn’t think he could, even if he tried. Not that he would ever, though.

As if you already know the thoughts running through Jason’s head, you step closer to wrap your arms around him [slowly, because even if he knows its you, he can’t handle quick, harsh movements] and pull him into a hug. An embrace as gentle as.. Well.. You.

The thoughts running through Jason’s head, of course, are just his doubts. His insecurities. Because all he can wonder is if he truly deserved any of this peace and calm in his life. Did he deserve you? Deserve even a chance to be in his child’s life?

His thoughts are quieted when you wrap your arms around him. Quiet, calm, peaceful. Full of you and his daughter. Your daughter.

At one point Jason cradles your child in one arm, moving the one he’d freed to wrap it around you, too. And for the next few hours, until the sun rises, he holds you and your daughter. Spending those few hours, as quick as they feel, in just a little bit of domestic tranquility. One that doesn’t make him feel like the Arkham Knight, or the tortured man he was. Just simply as a person named Jason Todd.

And when the time comes that Jason must leave, to make the final preparations for taking Gotham that night, when Scarecrow releases his fear toxin, the night that Jason will be sure marks the end of Batman, he reluctantly pulls away. He puts his daughter back into her crib, makes sure you swear to him that you will take not even a step out of your shared home, and he leaves.

Because even when he is the Arkham Knight, seeking to kill Batman, he is still your husband.

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