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wibble-wobbegong · 2 years ago

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Mike’s Romantic Hope

I’ve mentioned this topic in a couple of my other Mike analysis, but I really want to dive into the timeline of Mike’s journey with his romantic hope. More specifically, I want to address the hope he held at the end of S3 and the impact it had on his behavior in S4 as well as where he stands going into S5.

The Ending of S3

Now, I’m aware that this is popularly accepted as the point when Mike realized he had feelings for Will. It seems that way on the surface, but I heavily disagree with that theory and I’ll be working off my personal belief that he realized his feelings back in S2.

Acknowledging that Mike is well aware of his feelings for Will in S3, I’d like to step back to an important moment between Mike and Will before breaking down the ending.

The rain fight. As much as this gets discussed, I find it interesting how little the implications of this scene are talked about in regards to how Mike views his relationship with Will. We all know that Mike’s line about sitting in his basement and playing games for the rest of their lives was a moment of Mike projecting his owns wants onto Will.

The thing about that line is that we also know that the idea of playing games in his basement for the rest of their lives is much more than just the surface level implication. Games and childhood are both heavily tied to Mike and Will’s love for each other and the idea of doing that for the rest of their lives implies an “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” We especially see this in the way Mike reacts to the Byers’ moving, as he isolates himself and plays games in his basement alone with his drawings from Will around (he’s been going through them). I also believe that was when he realized that his feelings ran deeper than just a crush, that they were more than something he could get over by growing up. Those feelings were never something he’d simply be able to move past by trying to be normal.

So, Mike attaches his love to the idea of spending the rest of his life with Will in his basement playing games. How does this affect the way Mike views his relationship with Will? Will’s response to this accusation is to say that, yes, he does want that very same thing Mike is afraid of. He feels the exact same way, wants the exact same thing. Mike’s feelings are being reciprocated here, even as Will remains unaware of that.

Mike never gets the chance to talk about that fight with Will, apologize, or even really process it until the Byers have already moved away. He then goes through his period of isolation and realizes that he’s deeply, truly in love with Will in a way that cannot be ripped out of him no matter how hard he pulls. Between the move in July and the Byers return in October (to gather their things), Mike meets Eddie, who encourages him to accept his differences. Mike needed that sort of person in his life at the time, to tell him that his feelings were okay.

By the time October hits and the Byers have returned, there have been four important things established in Mike’s life:

1. He’s in love with Will.

2. Will seemed to feel the same way before he moved.

3. He’s taken steps towards accepting his sexuality.

4. He and El are broken up for good (it’s been four whole months).

At the end of season 3, these things are all true for Mike. These things come together to influence this scene:

He’s speaking in code, the same way Will was when he told him that he was ruining the party. What he’s asking here is more than just, “What if you find a new best friend?”

He’s also asking, “Do you still want to be a part of my party, where we sit in my basement and play games?”

He’s asking if Will still feels the way he felt before he moved, back before they fought. Mike, who realized with the dim light of his Nintendo and the loneliness of his now-empty basement that he is in love, is asking Will if he loves Mike too. Will isn’t aware of it because he isn’t aware of Mike’s feelings, but nonetheless he says it’s not possible for him to let those feelings go either.

Mike’s smile after that? Pure joy. I’m putting him in my pocket and taking him to see the wonders of the world.

This ends fantastically in Mike’s mind, and he approaches El and makes light-hearted conversation. He’s awkward about it, still a little insecure, but he’s being himself. El doesn’t shut him down this time. They’re broken up and it’s the best interaction they’ve had all season. Mike cringes at himself, but he’s making an effort to have a friendship with El even though they broke up.

And then El kissed him and confesses her love. After four months of being broken up.

Mike just got confirmation that Will feels something for him too, and now El has pulled him back into a relationship he can’t reject without breaking the promise he made El way back in S1. He promised her a romantic relationship, and promises are things he feels he can’t break. The situation has obviously grown more complex since then, including El’s crave for comfort after Hopper’s death and Mike being terrified of outing himself before he’s ready, but the result remains the same: Mike has to continue this relationship with El. It crushes him. He’s just gonna through a massive emotional realization and taken many baby steps forward, only to be pushed backwards.

Mike doesn’t want things to change again, he wants Will to stay and he wants to keep playing games in his basement with Will. He wants to be with Will, and that’s been ripped out of his hands.

And yet, Mike had no reason to think what Will said about his own feelings isn’t true. It hurts that much more because Mike had hope, still has hope, a hope he can’t chase after.

Impact on S4

That brings me to S4. How does Mike’s ending hope in S3 impact the way he acts in S4?

For starters, let me remind you that Mike believed Will was ignoring him for a vast majority of those six months between the October return and spring break. Will’s actions were directly contradicting his words, and if we know anything it’s that actions mean more than words. He’d promised that he wouldn’t move on, unintentionally said that he loves Mike too, and then is almost radio silent for six months. Almost all of Mike’s calls go unanswered. He likes a girl, now. Everything Mike is being led to understand goes directly against what Will told him.

When he gets to California, there’s a lot going through his head. There’s anger at being ignored, a longing for Will, jealousy of this girl El mentioned (Will bringing the painting did not help at all), butterflies at seeing how Will has changed, and nervousness around having to pretend to be happy with El again. He still has to keep up his role of the perfect boyfriend, the straightest boy on the planet, so everything ruminating around in his brain leads to the most awkward half-hug I’ve ever seen in my life.

That anger at being ignored grows even more when Mike still feels like he’s being ignored by Will at Rink-o-Mania, fueling the fire that will become their fight. Mike lists all these reasons he’s frustrated, and Will tries to explain them away and Mike isn’t having it (Mike actually squints at Will and raises his hands a little at this part, in a ‘are you serious?’ motion).

“Yeah, whatever man.”

The second part of the fight though is what really gets at Mike. When Will asks about them, asks, “What about us,” Mike reacts with romantic intention because, in his eyes, what’s happening is layered with his knowledge of both of them wanting to spend forever together, playing games in his basement. He’s still under the impression that Will moved on and found some girl in California to paint for instead of Mike. He’d fallen for some girl and moved on from Mike. But, the line catches his attention, because now Will is talking as though he doesn’t understand what happened to them. Mike’s demeanor changes completely for that split second.

Then, Will goes on and starts making claims that he thinks are fact, but Mike knows he’s wrong. Mike does care about what he has to say. He did try to call. Will brings up his letters to El, which Mike views as an inherently romantic thing, so he gets defensive. As much as Mike wanted to be with Will, he was still trying to be El’s boyfriend and keep himself safely in the closet. Mike expresses his frustration in the fact that Will never reached out either before cooling down and saying that they should just focus on finding El.

Mike’s perspective is interesting, especially when we see how he seems to contradict himself. He shows frustration at Will moving on, despite he himself continuing to pretend to date El. He’s angry that Will seemingly ignored him all day, but he continues to his behind the facade of El in that first part of their fight rather than approaching the root of the issue. Mike’s perspective would’ve been just as unreliable as Will’s is in this situation because of these contradictions. Neither of their perspectives will paint a full picture on their own (hence the choice of only letting us see Will’s perspective throughout S4).

Now, I’m gonna skip over his fight with El because this post is specifically about his romantic interest, so we’re jumping straight over to after he receives the letter “From, El.”

This isn’t technically a break up. As @heroesbyler pointed out in one of her posts, this is El telling Mike that she doesn’t love him either. They’ve reached an understanding that neither of them are in love with each other (a beautiful set-up for the SBP conversation. i love argyle but GOD DAMNIT). Even though he’s still technically in a relationship, he knows that El doesn’t love him romantically. That’s why I think he was suddenly so much flirtier than he was willing to be beforehand.

He no longer has to worry about hurting El by not being in love with her. A weight has been lifted off of him, and he’s suddenly more free to move in his own feelings. With the knowledge that Will never meant to ignore him, that the girl he thought Will liked was someone Will clearly would never like, and that he doesn’t need to worry about El, Mike is suddenly much more open to reconnecting with Will and flirting.

He’s a flirt here:

And here:

And I think this counts too (hand holding):

His belief that Will might feel the same is brought back to life and spurred on by their heart-to-heart in 4x04. Mike’s hope is alive and thriving. I think that the only reason he didn’t approach the topic of their relationship directly is because he was hyper-focused on saving El once Unknown Hero Agent Man tells the Cali group that El is in danger. Mike puts his friends’ safety above literally everything else, even his own life, so it makes perfect sense that he’d be more worried about finding El than having that conversation with Will. One of those could wait, the other could not.

The next step in this equation is the Van Scene. I have talked about it over, and over, and over, so I won’t delve into it here but Mike did understand Will I’m that scene and it gave him insurmountable amounts of hope.

Something I want to note, real quick, is that while Mike is no longer afraid of hurting El by not being in love with her, he’s still scared that she won’t want him around at all now that they’re broken up. He doesn’t see himself as valuable to her if he isn’t her boyfriend. Those ideas are coexisting, no contradicting.

All of this combined, Mike’s talk with El at the SBP would definitely have been a break-up talk. Mike’s face when El says that she misses him, not loves him, is so happy. El confirms that she still wants Mike around, but she isn’t taking back her stance about not being in love with him.

Mike’s at an all time high right now. He isn’t gonna lose El and he has no reason to doubt that Will loves him back. Things are going great.

“You’re the heart.”

That one line is all it takes to grind that hope into dust. Suddenly, Will doesn’t love Mike back. He was talking about El in the van. El still loves Mike, and not being in love with her would hurt her. She still needs him to be her boyfriend. It doesn’t make sense, but Mike doesn’t have time to question it, so he jumps into action and starts spewing ‘El’s’ words right back at her and throws in some things he’d used to communicate his love in the past. It’s all bullshit, and both Mike and El know that.

At the end of the season, Mike has no reason to believe Will loves him anymore. If he ever did at all. Yet, he’s still choosing to stand by Will’s side and letting El go because Mike is still very much so in love with Will. It couldn’t be torn out of him by growing up, and it won’t be torn out of him just because Will doesn’t feel the same.

Going Into S5

That’s where we’re starting S5 at. Mike has 0 reason to believe Will loves him back, but he’s gonna stay with him anyway. The ball is in Will’s court right now, but he doesn’t know it. Will is unaware of all of this which hurts even more. Miscommunication is such a bitch.

There are a lot of ways S5 could go with their relationship, but the painting fight is gonna be the trigger. Mike is gonna be so, so confused when El breaks up with him and he finds out that she had nothing to do with the painting. He just had all his hopes stomped on, and as stubborn as Mike is, that’ll be hard to come back from. Will has to admit that his feelings were disguised as El’s in order for them to move forward.

I’d have to be Dr. Strange or some shit to give you an accurate prediction of how their plot will go in S5, but I can say that Will has to make the first move and that Mike is gonna go through a shit storm of feelings about it all. All that on top of Eddie’s death, I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts isolating himself again. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s an actual divide driven between Will and Mike that only ~supernatural intervention~ could bring them back together, similar to lu/max this season.

Thank you for reading!!! I know it was a long one, but this is something I’ve been wanting to dig into for a while. I’m sorry if I sound like I’m repeating myself sometimes, it’s just that there are so many angles to come at these scenes and perspectives from. This is definitely one for my fellow mike enthusiasts though >:)

#byler #mike wheeler #mike analysis #this was so fun to write #i love talking about mike #all the time #i have never beta-ed a post and i never will

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genshinlover101 · 3 years ago

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I have an idea for request : Imagine being Ei's S/O, but you died along with her sister, a thousand years later, you've been reincarcinated again but you don't remember your memories from the past and its heartbreaking because you don't remember being Ei's S/O. Suddenly you fell in love with one of the inazuma girls (Yae Miko, Ayaka, Yoimiya, Kokomi) and your dating them, BUT Ei sees you dating one of them leaving her heartbroken on the sidelines. Take your time and rest when you need to <3

Initially Being Ei’s Lover, Reincarnated as Her Lover

Characters: Yae Miko, Ayaka, Yoimiya, Kokomi x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: Yo does this title make sense? I hope it does heehee, I had a difficult time summarizing it

Nevertheless I think this idea is super unique 🥺 I really like the difference of each woman and how I can reform each story uniquely based on which one I’m writing for

• Yae Miko was unrelentless with her decision to court you. Being Ei’s familiar she knew her like the palm of her hand, she knew her lovers, her friends, her family. So when she decided to get romantic with you she knew what she was doing, it wasn’t a mere mistake.

• She knew your impact on Ei’s life, when you died it broke her. Miko was there to comfort her, reassuring her there’d be a day that you’d reincarnate and show your face again. However, what she didn’t expect was to catch feelings for you when she saw your reincarnation.

• Even though Miko was aware of what she was doing was a horrible thing, she still had some sense of shame. She tried her best to hide the fact that she discovered your charming reincarnation. She would sometimes excuse herself to do whatever in her office, only to flee in your arms unknown to anyone else.

Miko was well aware that her little secret would tarnish her relationship with Ei for probably all of eternity. She bit her thumbnail not wanting to create any animosity against her and her recent refound friend. She had to check behind her every corner she turned as she had just excused herself from the tea session she shared with the Shogun. She knew it was risky, but she promised to meet with you today, not wanting you to get any hints of your past life either as you played a significant role.

She discovered your hidden figure behind a tree at the bottom of the Narukami Shrine, sneaking behind you. “Boo~,” she said before flinching at you to scare you. “How have you been my little mouse?” She teased you. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it was suspiciously comforting whenever Miko called you by your nickname.

“I wouldn’t ever dream of it,” you played into her hands. Blissfully unaware that Miko used to call you little mouse as a playful term whenever she’d enter Ei’s chambers and find you two flirting. That was until a shadow showed itself behind a tree, a purple-haired womanly figure.

It was more shocking as it was the Shogun herself. Your eyes bulging that she of all people showed herself to what Miko liked to call your ‘secret midnight strolls’. Miko brought herself to attention when she realized you two were not alone. Taking a deep breath as she braced herself for the truth of her disgusting actions.

Miko wrapped herself around your arm, “Miko? What is the meaning of this?” Ei had asked in pure disbelief. You know her connections to the big politicians of Inazuma. The Shogun’s presence could only be explained by Miko’s deviance.

You too were curious as to what the meaning of this was, completely in the dark of the past that you might’ve held. Looking at Miko with puppy dog eyes, she returned your stare with a pitiful look. “It’s nothing, my love,” she covered your ears with her hands so you couldn’t hear anything, bracing herself for Ei to learn to cold truth of her betrayal, but still in denial about you learning the truth.

She pulled you into her chest, blocking not just your hearing, but your sense of sight too. Although you were curious, something in your blood told you to accept her warm hold, it would be best for you to not address the inexplicable yearning you felt for the Shogun who you’ve just seen for the first time in your life.

• Ayaka had seen you briefly whenever she took a trip to the City, trying to hide her harsh blush. Although she hid with her fan, her presence was very obvious to you. You too found her very appealing, Ayaka’s womanly charm getting the best of you. It didn’t take you too long to get acquainted with each other as more than friends.

• Ayaka had no awareness of your relationship with Ei in your past life. But sometimes she’d see the Shogun’s mysterious figure pop up while you two dated casually. Within the last week, her gaze had met the Shogun’s more than it has her entire life.

• Ayaka believed in reincarnation, she has seen many stories of history that proved its existence of it. But never did she suspect you’d be none other than the reincarnation of the Shogun’s former lover. She did, however, get a sense that what she was doing was a transgression against her.

To Ei, Ayaka was nothing but a loyal subject to her, she saw no threat in her as she was one of the Kamisato siblings. That was until she saw her trailing the streets of Inazuma city with an all-too-familiar face, she had to take a double-take. You clung to her arm as you opened the door to the tea house owned by the Yashiro Commission.

She had never stepped foot inside, but she wanted to confirm who you really were. You shared the face of her past lover, waiting for you to reincarnate one day so that she could reunite. She prayed you weren’t who she thought you were, she would have to pry you from the hands of that poor young girl.

She swung the door open, marching her way inside looking left to right. There she saw you two walking down the long hallway, the dog Taroumaru growling at her. She gave one stern look to make it whimper, following closely behind you two.

Sneaking behind the sliding door she peaked into the room of the tea house knowing what she was doing would make her look crazy. Hearing you two giggle. That gleeful laugh that she hadn’t heard in centuries, it couldn’t have just been a coincidence. Peering in the room where you were, her heart was struck with hope and sadness at the same time. To see you with another woman, had you forgotten all your memories together? There would be no way you’d intentionally betray her.

Ei didn’t make a single move, but you felt daggers being stared into the back of your head. You noticed some mysterious presence, looking back as you saw strangely nothing. Ei hiding behind the screen door, she couldn’t afford for you to see her just yet. “Is something the matter, love?” Ayaka asked you snapping you from your trance.

“Mmm- nothing,” you replied casually. You knew something was wrong, feeling drawn to see who was there. Shaking the feeling off you redrew your attention to the woman in front of you. Her beauty was unmatched in your heart.

• Yoimiya was just a girl who ran a family firework business, she had no comprehension of who she had just romanced. The thing she expected the least was the fact that you were the almighty shogun’s lover. She just liked the way you stared at fireworks so gracefully.

• Yoimiya would be shocked when the Shogun herself personally showed herself at the Nagonahara Fireworks, usually if she wanted to request a certain show she’d have an attendant do so. Even then she had initially believed the Shogun hated fireworks, the very essence of them being the opposite of eternity.

• Yoimiya thought the idea of reincarnation was a beautiful thought, she believed in it, but it was just a fleeting thought. She never imagined that she’d be coupled with someone who would make her actions so controversial.

It was only a moment, Yoimiya and you watched her fireworks together above a hill. She got a little too excited and trailed off to get a better look, leaving you to watch her silhouette. Suddenly you felt a hand, turning around to face a tall woman, slim in the figure, her hair down to her legs in a loose braid. She looked concerned, “I’m sorry, do I know you?” You asked her.

Her concern turned into her worst fear. “You don’t remember me?” She asked you. Just a moment ago you were sure you’d never seen this woman before in your life. But after she asked that question, you weren’t sure either. Have you met this woman before, she drew a feeling from you that you’ve never felt before, even with Yoimiya.

“I- I’m not sure,” was all you managed to say. Another hand yanking your arm from the strange lady. Yoimiya held you protectively, scared of the woman before you. It didn’t take you long to realize this unrecognizable woman was the Shogun, maybe that’s why you felt like you had seen her before. Brushing aside any feelings you had for her, only focusing on Yoimiya.

“Excuse us,” Yoimiya said uncomfortably. It must’ve been that she still felt uneasy from the Vision Hunt Decree, Yoimiya and the Shogun hadn’t had many interactions, this being one of the few. You both descended from the hill, leaving the Shogun alone atop of it looking down in a mixture of shame and disbelief.

You knew you shouldn’t have, after all, you already had a loving girlfriend. But you had to look back just once at the lonely woman. You normally would’ve felt creeped out from the encounter, but you felt your soul reaching out for her. Your body drawn naturally towards her. You’d never admit it because you’d never do anything to intentionally hurt Yoimiya, but it felt like love at first sight.

• Kokomi had no idea who she was getting involved with. She’s read books from her ancestors of the Sangonomiya shrine of Ei and her past lover who had died in the archon war, but she never connected the dots. Thinking you acted independently of your historical counterpart.

• Kokomi being a divine priestess has probably seen evidence of reincarnation, maybe not on Watatsumi Island, but all over Inazuma. Sometimes she’d read popular hits and fictional stories from books imported from Liyue, even Mondstadt had its fair share.

• Kokomi always had these hidden troupes and fantasies she wished she encountered. She always told you that whatever she was in her past life, and whoever you were in yours, you two were bound together by a red string of fate. Little did she imagine that you were tied to the Shogun instead.

Normally the divine priestess didn’t step foot out of Watatsumi Island, but Kokomi was different. Wherever the affairs of the future of her home laid, was where Kokomi went. This time it was in the home of the Shogunate, she had chosen you as a plus-one to accompany her.

You had to beg Kokomi to choose you, and not someone else to act as her bodyguard. You loved Watatsumi Island, but something about Inazuma City was romantic to you, it was nothing like the small villages that you’ve been raised in. Kissing Kokomi’s backhand in respect as you greeted her from her political parties. She had always confessed to you how small she felt after talking with such capable leaders.

You looked up to scan the room, not expecting to know anyone in particular. Amongst the crowd, however, your eyes gravitated towards the one person in particular staring back, the Shogun. You felt a strange shiver, shaking from the familiar feeling you got from her vibrant purple eyes. Her inexplicable mutual contact was strange.

She began marching towards you, a bead of sweat down your face as you quickly looked away, thinking it was just your imagination. You felt a grip on your arm not long after, the Shogun looking down at you. “Why are you here?” She asked you without hesitation. What did she mean? “This is impossible, you’re supposed to be dead,” she mumbled just loud enough for only you to hear.

“How rude,” the small woman behind you chimed in. Regardless of Kokomi’s past with her and her introversion, it wasn’t enough to stop her from defending you. “Is this how you greet the guests of the Tenshukaku?” She asked, clutching onto your arm. The Shogun looked at her as if she had just insulted her greatly.

Realizing she couldn’t say anything in such an environment she shut her mouth and regained her composure. “You’re right. I apologize,” she turned away from you two. “But there ever comes a time where you remember, please do not hesitate,” she spoke proudly. You knew her words were towards you, a feeling of familiarity radiating from her. Did you know this woman beyond what your memory relayed to you?

Kokomi put your head to her chest, holding onto your hair like a mother comforting a child during a terrible thunderstorm. “Do not heed any attention to her,” she whispered in your ear. “I knew we shouldn’t have come here,” her sense of uneasiness possessed her.

#yae miko x reader #ayaka x reader #yoimiya x reader #kokomi x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #yae miko #kamisato ayaka #yoimiya naganohara #sangonomiya kokomi

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billfarrah · 3 years ago

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So I finished my first Young Royals rewatch in a long time and I have thoughts - Part 1: Wilhelm

So I did not realize initially how much I would run my mouth so I’m actually going to separate my thoughts about the characters into different posts starting with Wilhelm. If this post does well, I’ll do it about the other characters too, because tbh I have a lot to say about everyone:

- First of all I cannot emphasize enough how much watching the whole series from start to finish just hits different. After so many months of just looking at gifs and photos, I am always blown away when I eventually rewatch the show as a whole by good it is. It’s the show’s vibes and atmosphere, cinematography, music, and fantastic pacing that make the show so compelling and that just doesn’t translate when you don’t watch the whole thing. I’m always worried I won’t like the show as much on my next rewatch and I’m always floored by just how much I love it every time.

- This point isn’t directly related to Wilhelm but I wanted to address it as I just noticed it this time. I’ve always suspected that the drugs the society are on in episode 4 are painkillers, but I’ve seen most people believing they were taking the ADHD meds. On rewatch, it’s very clear they’re using painkillers. In episode 2, I just noticed Simon steals Tramadol from Micke - which is a fast-release opiate painkiller. That can get you high as fuck. Many people take them recreationally as a way to get high and they’re a common source of addiction. Micke has a bad back we presume as Simon asks him how his back is in episode 1, but obviously Simon thinks Micke takes them recreationally. In the society party scene, the boys are taking the pills from the prescription bottles, which are likely also painkillers. So no, they weren’t using ADHD meds to get high; they were using opiates. Are these drugs illegal? No, but taking them for recreational purposes would definitely get you in a lot of shit if you were caught with them at a boarding school, or any school for that matter. As far as Simon only feeling responsible to pay Micke back for the booze and not the pills, I am not Swedish so I don’t know how it works, but from what I researched, one does not need to pay more than 2,300 krona per year for prescriptions, and most of Micke’s drugs were probably free as they are all prescription. Please correct me if I’m wrong.

- Anyway, I fucking love Wilhelm as a protagonist. I love how raw, gritty and unapologetic he can be. I could talk about his character for hours. He’s so nuanced and he rarely says what he is thinking or feeling, so I can understand why some viewers perhaps had a hard time connecting with him, but if you pay attention to his actions, everything he does makes sense without him needing to say a single word. I love that his sexuality is actually one of the few things about himself that he’s genuinely comfortable with; yeah, he has a few minutes of gay panic and he does push Simon away because he worries having a relationship with him would be too complicated, but Wilhelm’s feelings and sexual attraction for a boy is never the main thing he is concerned about and he is actually extremely comfortable with expressing that side of himself. He is elated by Simon, euphoric; he is electric with Simon beneath his hands. He’s in love with a boy and he knows it; that’s not what scares him - it’s the implication of what being in love with a boy means in the context of the rest of his life where the problem lies. It’s so refreshing to see a queer protagonist be so unabashed and expressive in his sexuality.

- Wilhelm’s dilemma is very clear despite, like I said above, him rarely verbalizing his feelings. The first episode makes his position perfectly clear - it’s not that he has an issue being a prince, he just hates how little control he has over his life, how little say he has in decisions that impact him, and the fact that he’s constantly being punished and scrutinized for the tiniest slip-ups. Wilhelm is ultimately just a person who wants control over his own life; he does not resent his privilege at all but rather the restrictions that come with it. When he gets into a fight at a party that wasn’t even his fault, he has to make a public apology and is sent to boarding school without being consulted by his parents, because they feel it is what he needs to do to save the image of the family. When he gets to Hillerska, Erik tells him essentially to just do whatever August tells him to do, even though Wilhelm clearly does not like August. When Wilhelm starts making his own friend in Simon, August is constantly meddling and telling him he shouldn’t be spending time with someone like him, and admonishes him for going to the football game with Simon and even gives him punishment for it. Even though Wilhelm is away from the palace and his family, he still has August there trying to act like he knows better than him and telling him how he should act.

Now enter Simon. As viewers, we have discussed at length how Simon completely shakes up Wilhelm’s world and perspective already so I won’t rehash that. However, there was one scene that stood out to me in connection with the above paragraph, and it’s one where Wilhelm does something that probably would be considered “bad” or a “mistake”, and Simon does not punish him for it. I’ve seen some people say Simon went too easy on him for calling him high and drunk on the football field, and I disagree; I think Simon’s reaction was exactly what Wilhelm needed, As I said above, Wilhelm is constantly being criticized and torn apart with consequences for even the tiniest or most minute thing, so for Simon to smile softly at him, tell him it’s okay and that he still likes him probably moved fucking mountains for Wilhelm. He did something stupid and he’s not getting scolded for it? Simon actually has compassion for him AND still likes him? No wonder Wilhelm immediately put himself between Simon’s legs. Wilhelm is a kid and he deserves to be a little bit reckless without being judged or admonished for it, and no, I don’t think him calling Simon was wrong or traumatic for Simon. Wilhelm was in a fragile state and Simon was concerned for him; he was not triggered, but I’ll get to that if I end up making a Simon post.

- Wilhelm is not shy. He has his moments of anxiousness and he is a bit awkward around Simon at first because he has a crush on him, but Wilhelm is actually very good at talking to people; he just doesn’t want to a lot of the time. He’s an introvert and he doesn’t really have patience for bullshit. I find people portray him as some shy little baby, but he’s actually quite blunt and curt sometimes in a way that I find amusing. He just genuinely has no patience for the frivolities and fakeness around him and while he knows how to play the game very well, he would rather just keep to himself than do so. His behaviour during his arrival to Hillerska is actually quite rude; he rolls his eyes when the PR lady tells him and the Headmistress to switch places for a better photo, utterly annoyed by the manufactured nature of it all. This isn’t me trying to say Wilhelm is a rude person; he isn’t and is actually very kind, but he isn’t always shy over expressing his displeasure; he just doesn’t do it all the time.

- People are too harsh on Wilhelm for most things, but one that stands out for me is his and Simon’s fight in the music room. Wilhelm came at the argument from a bad angle, yes, but he tries to make it right; unfortunately he struck a nerve with Simon and Simon walked away. He never once says he thinks Simon should take the fall; he just wants to have a dialogue with Simon over what their options are, but Simon was already angry and didn’t want to talk. He really did try to communicate with him.

- By the time of Lucia, Wilhelm is deflated. He is exhausted. He was terrified of losing Simon so he did what any privileged person would do, the only thing he knew how to do (and perhaps what was the only thing he could’ve done) - blame someone else. Simon still isn’t happy with him. Wilhelm doesn’t know what to do anymore. He feels like everything he does is wrong, he is wrong, he’s not cut out for anything. He doubts every decision he makes. All he wants is control over his own life but even when he takes matters into his own hands, it blows up in his face. This is why he was so easily manipulated into denying the video; he’s been through so much in such a short period of time and is questioning every decision he’s making. He doesn’t know what’s right or wrong anymore. Maybe his mother is right.

- I love that the writers weren’t afraid to make Wilhelm messy. To me there is nothing interesting about a protagonist that does the right thing every time because there is no room for them to grow. Wilhelm is such a fantastic protagonist because he has so much growing up to do. He makes mistakes and he’s a bit self-centered and caught up in his own world and he hurts Simon because of that, but he’s also motivated by incredibly pure feelings of love, passion, desire for his own autonomy and acceptance, control over himself and the things in his life. He is kind at heart but occasionally callous, he is anxious but also incredibly strong and powerful when he needs to be, he’s a giddy teenage boy in love but leaves Simon breathless with his confident mouth and hands. He is not just one thing all the time and that’s why he’s so exciting to me.

- During the scene where Wilhelm exposes August in front of the society, Edvin’s acting is particularly brilliant; we see that he has a powerful, assertive side to his personality, and is capable of being a leader, but you can also see in his body language and expression that he is a little bit anxious about it. His arms are crossed and his jaw twitches a bit; he’s working through his anxiety to do what he thinks is right, and we see him do this so many times throughout the series 0 most notably when he works through his anxiousness to connect with Simon, a boy he’s so desperately drawn to. He is not a shy uwu baby and he is not always crippled by his anxiety; it’s just a part of him.

This got away from me completely as I just have so many thoughts about this show. Please let me know if you’d like to me see talk about the other characters.

#young royals #prince wilhelm #wilmon #edvin ryding

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ok here’s all my Thoughts about mq s3 and why it’s probably the weakest season so far.

tl;dr It just feels like they wrote themselves into a corner with how s2 ended and then didn’t know how to continue on from there. And it’s disappointing! It’s back to how it was in s1 where the only real strong character arc is Ian and Poppy’s, and the rest of the characters are just kinda… there to do funny stuff. And it’s not the worst thing in the world and they kiiiinda pull it together a little in the finale, but it’s disappointing because we know they can do good character arcs for all the characters simultaneously, because they did that in s2! Also fuck NFTs

Rest is under a read more bc I told y’all I’d write a novel

let’s compliment sandwich this so good things first:

The GrimPop storyline was good! Easily the strongest aspect of the season, tho I feel like Ian Winger-speeching himself out of the conflict was maybe a bit too easy? It was a good speech, I liked it, it fits their weird toxic codependent relationship well, but I would have liked to see him doing more for Poppy. Ah well, still good.

The bad is uhhh a lot. I don’t even know where to begin.

Actually let’s start with the metaverse/NFT shit, because it was shit and really soured me on the first half of the season. I get why these topics were included, it was a hot issue when they were writing the season, but it sucks how they were implemented. First off, it’s aged like milk, what with the multiple crypto crashes and NFTs kinda disappearing out of the collective consiousness (thank christ). Second, the fact that there’s no talk of the negative aspects of NFTs. Atrocious, especially concerning Rachel, who, being ostensibly the leftist of the group, should really at the very least have brought up the negative impact on the environment that NFTs/crypto has. Unfortunately, it does make sense why this happened. Ubisoft was one of the first game companies to use NFTs in their games, and Rob Mcelhenney owns one of those ugly fucking apes (I hope for his sake he’s sold it already), so he’s clearly invested in this shit. Obviously neither was gonna shittalk NFTs when they have such a big monetary stake in them. Hugely disappointing, but not surprising.

Now the characters... let’s start with Dana, because her “character development” was easily the most baffling to me. Like. Who is this? Where did this mini-Ian come from? This isn’t who Dana was. She had confidence, sure, but not Ian levels of delusional confidence. And like, what was the point of making her so much like Ian? How did that serve her character? Most she did was act like a kind of mediator between Ian and Poppy, but what did it do for her? The last ep kinda wrangles this into her being fed up with them and starting her own thing, but like, she was happy to hang out with Ian for most of the season. I dunno, I can kinda see what they were going for, but it doesn’t feel like there was a proper build-up to that final episode.

Let’s go to everyone’s favourite tumblr sexyman, Brad. Again, the last episode blatantly states his “arc” (working his way up to being in power again), but like. All the stuff inbetween doesn’t feel like it really adds up to anything. I mean, what did him being the janitor really... do. He acts like he’s up to something, but then he isn’t, and by ep 3 he’s already just doing HOMIE stuff again. I think it could have been so much more fun if he’d actually used his position as a janitor to weasel his way back into monetization. Like, digging up dirt on people and stuff. And again the build-up to the finale wasn’t really there. Oh, he wants a challenge now? He never talked about that. Where did that come from? Why not seed that more? Also, would have liked for his eating disorder to be addressed more. It’s so rare to see men with eating disorders on tv, it could’ve been something special. Maybe next season.

Rachel... I’m highly skeptical of her suddenly being “dumb”. Like sure, she was always shown to be a little airheaded, but it feels like they really turned it up to 11 and like... for what? It reminds me too much of how Britta was treated in later seasons of Community, and that was shitty then and is shitty now. It’s just wild to me that they’d have this whole arc in s2 about her finding her passion, and then they just throw it away. She could’ve been the new writer instead of the new HOMIE! Also, if she’s so dumb, how can she be made the new HOMIE at all. That’s a high fucking position, and you expect me to believe they just gave that to some rando ex-tester? I know MQ isn’t realistic, but I have my limits. And then they kinda lampshade that by having Brad be like “oh I engineered this” but that just feels lazy. Like my brother in christ you put her in this storyline, don’t act like it all meant nothing now. Also I know capitalism is a hell of a drug and I love me a corruption arc but could we for once have a leftist character on tv who like. Sticks to their guns and isn’t a massive hypocrite. Please.

THE LACK OF REAL STORYLINE BETWEEN BRAD AND JO. Hello he went to jail for her??? Hello?? Can we address this? Even a little? Maybe in the ep called TO CATCH A MOUSE?? It wasn’t even a mouse but you named it To Catch A Mouse and then you don’t have some sort of conversation between the mouse and the shark hello? Do I have to do everything myself around here??

Also, C.W. @kaitcake1289 already wrote a good post on this but I’d just like to reiterate what a disappointment it is that his death seemingly has zero impact on anyone. And it could have been such a good way to tie all the characters together, which I think was sorely needed with how divided they were between MQ and GrimPop. The grief they would all feel from losing the studio’s weirdo grandpa could have been such a nice overarching theme. And it could all impact them in different ways and drive their arcs this season! Just a missed opportunity, and frankly a weird way to treat the death of one of the major characters. Even Pierce’s death in Community was more impactful, and he left because there was major beef between the actor and the showrunner.

I’m a bit hmm about the idea of Dana/Jo/Brad in their own studio, bc I just don’t think splitting the characters up like this worked out this season, but we’ll see. I hope they have an actual plan this time lmao.

Okay other end of the compliment sandwich uhhhhh. I think David’s arc was decent. It was nice to see him get along with Jo and to see him stand up for himself. Um. The Christmas ep was very good. Sarian was another banger backstory ep. In general there were loads of jokes I liked! I’m just disappointed with how the characters that weren’t Ian or Poppy were treated.

#mythic quest #jo has thoughts #many thoughts #not sure it all makes sense #anyway #s2 > s1 > s3 u cannot change my mind

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thestalwartheart · 2 years ago

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Hi! Not sure if you're taking prompts, but I'd love to see a 00Q story that addresses the defibrillator screw-up in Casino Royale. Whenever I watch that scene, I think "That never would have happened with (Wishaw's) Q there."

Hi!

I love, love, love this idea. In fact, I love it so much I want to make a series about it, but for now we'll have to deal with a short.

I was lucky enough to watch Casino Royale in a cinema the other night, and whoa boy did I have feelings about it all. This little scene came straight into my brain. A lot goes unsaid here, and it's pre-relationship, but I hope you like it anyway!

Read it on AO3 or below 😊 Feedback is always dearly appreciated!

competence.

The personalised gun is a stroke of genius, but it’s only one stroke of genius. It’s not until a couple of months later that Bond is assured Q Branch is in good hands.

He’s in the garage, escorted by Tanner, who is immediately distracted by the prospect of inspecting a Triumph motorcycle. Bond wonders vaguely if he’s on the verge of a midlife crisis.

Around the room, mechanics and engineers move about with ant-like industriousness. They scurry under cars, motorcycles, and, most memorably, a jet-black speedboat that looks no less lethal for its compact size. The busyness of it all, however, is highly organised. There’s not a speck of dust in the air or on the floor. There are no superfluous conversations, either. Every word spoken in the room is about horsepower or weaponry or which wires need to be joined or cut. Otherwise, there is only silence — the peaceful kind that exists between people who feel a great sense of camaraderie with each other.

When Q walks in, the room loses a little bit of its air.

Not that Q notices. He smiles benignly, and a little distractedly, at the workers who greet him with a “Sir” and a nod of their heads. Not aware of his own status, then, surmises Bond. And it is his own, not the title’s. Bond’s seen enough people play at Quartermaster to know the difference between genuine respect from the Q Branch staff and a pale imitation of it.

He’s dressed in a navy corduroy suit today, paired with a similarly dark checked shirt and a maroon tie. Bond can tell by his collar that the outfit started out ironed, though it now has the creases of a day at work folded into it. Q would still get away with it if it weren’t for the hair, which looks as if it’s been tugged in a hundred different directions throughout the day. It's likely the result of paperwork or a meeting with accounting. In the few missions Bond's gone on with Q in his ear, he's learned Q never gets this riled by matters within his own department. Nor is he very intimidated by the dangers of the field.

Bond has the mad urge to tuck away one of Q's wayward curls behind his ear.

Q, entirely unaware of those thoughts, saves his most genuine smile for Bond. It’s not wide. It’s a short, sharp little thing, but like the jet-black speedboat, it’s no less impactful for its neatness.

“007. Lovely to see you.”

Q leads him over to a beautiful Aston Martin. It’s the car Bond’s eyes had first been drawn to, though it seemed understated at first glance, placed as it was in a room full of snazzy red coupes and deadly-looking Jeeps. Q’s face assumes a bit of smugness, as if he’d known from before he walked into the room where Bond’s attention would lie.

“Incredible, isn’t it?” remarks Q in that smooth, crisp voice of his. “I don’t just mean the car, though she is extraordinary. No, it never ceases to amaze me how much taxpayer money we pour down the drain for fifteen minutes of technological glory, only for it all to end up at the bottom of a river.”

Q looks over, briefly, at a car’s waterlogged skeleton. Formerly a sleek black Jaguar, and, if Bond remembers correctly — which he does — it was assigned to 009 a week ago.

Bond smiles. “Have some faith. I like to show them an hour, at the very least.”

“Yes, I’m sure that’s what you tell all of them.”

Q doesn’t give Bond the pleasure of answering back to that. Immediately, he launches into a monologue about technical specifications. Bond listens with interest — though he doesn’t show it — impressed at the safety improvements and the many tricks up the car’s sleeve, though he’s most impressed by the newness of the miniguns. Custom-ordered, apparently. Before this Q, there hadn’t been custom-built guns in Q Branch for over a decade.

There hadn’t been very much worth noting from Q Branch at all in that time.

It’s only when Q opens the car’s glovebox compartment to display a defibrillator that Bond feels anything other than a benign sort of satisfaction. An old spike of adrenaline moves up through his chest, the residual wisp of memory that has never really left him. Q must catch the look in his eye because he clears his throat and lets out a short, understanding little sigh.

“Ah, yes, we’ve made a few changes to the existing design.”

“I should hope so.”

Bond gets another smile for that, a somewhat regretful one, though Q was likely still in bloody high school during Bond’s last dance with an MI6-made defibrillator. While he’s taking the blasted thing out of its casing, Q explains the design changes.

“Permanently attached leads. See? No pulling them off.” Q tugs at one firmly more than once. It stays firmly in place. “The wires are reinforced to prevent any damage from…well, whatever you agents get up to. And there have been some software changes, too. I can see the charge and override the button from here. No need to press it yourself should you be…incapacitated.”

Bond nods, silent. Q continues.

“Along with the one in your car, there’s a smaller, more discrete model in your briefcase. The same design modifications have been made to it. Both have passed extensive user testing.”

His tone is verging dangerously close to pity, and Bond suddenly yearns for the snappish, arrogant man he’d met at the National Gallery.

“Don’t tell me you went into cardiac arrest just for me, Q.”

“You say that as if you don’t bring us all closer to a heart attack with every moment you’re out in the field.”

Banter aside, he goes on to assure Bond that along with testing in the lab, 003 had made use of the device last week and returned unscathed. With that, Bond thinks he’s clear of any coddling, but he’d forgotten one essential detail from his and Q’s first meeting and all their encounters since: as precocious and cocky as the new Quartermaster is, he’s also exceedingly kind. And rather astute, too, if not with people, then at least with the history of the job and the responsibilities it entails.

Q closes the car door with a snap and straightens up. “My job is to outfit you with the tools you need, Bond. I happen to think we’re rather good at it these days, but if there’s anything we haven’t thought of, any equipment you require—”

“An exploding pen?”

Q’s only response is a distinctly British kind of withering look.

“—that you deem necessary to ensure a safe return,” he pauses, his voice softening and his face twisting a little with the awkwardness of the conversation. “You need only ask.”

“Thank you, Q.”

“Well, good luck in the field. Do try to return the equipment in one piece.”

Bond steps forward, making sure to get just close enough to Q to fluster him. It works for a moment, though the boy recovers quickly. Perhaps he’s been here just long enough to have become immune to an agent’s charm.

“And what about us agents?” murmurs Bond. “Say it’s between me and the gun or the car. Should I not return in one piece?”

Q averts his eyes. He looks around the garage and squints briefly at the ceiling as if he’s looking straight through the concrete to the bureaucratic behemoth above. Then, over the top of his glasses, eyes sparkling with mischief, Q looks back at Bond and quips, “Are you not part of this agency’s equipment? I trust you can make the right call about which...assets…we consider more important.”

A month ago, Bond would have guessed at the gun and the car being more important to Q. Now, he’s not so sure.

“Stay safe, 007. I’ll look forward to seeing you upon your return.”

With that, he slips the car keys into Bond’s hand and walks away. Bond fiddles with them as he takes a second look at the car.

In it, there’s a palm-print encoded gun (version two, apparently), several miniguns, an oil slick, heat-seeking missiles, a poison-detection kit, and a defibrillator meant to properly stand up to the kinds of emergencies agents face in the field. All of that is cased a frame designed to withstand bullets, fire and water. The Noah’s ark of cars. Well, it would be if it weren’t also a harbinger of destruction.

It's fine work, certainly, but it isn't until Bond climbs into the vehicle and opens its accompanying mission envelope that he lets an unguarded smile free. Lying inconspicuously atop the paperwork is an Omega Seamaster with a note wrapped around its band.

For opening doors. If you find yourself really putting your back into it, try the alarm.

Yes, Bond thinks, as he makes use of the car’s small ashtray compartment to burn the note. Staying safe in the field might be a bit easier this time.

#00q #00q fic #my fic

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hood-ex · 2 years ago

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Hey! Hope you're doing well~

So your last post about Dick adopting Jason made me Think™, I have many thoughts and I possibly may write it as a one shot ? So if you have any more ideas on how Dick adopting Jason may change some stuff it would be super helpful 🥺

Have a good day/night ❤️

Yay, one-shot! Love that!

Hmm specific changes will depend on whether you're writing Pre-Crisis Jason (acrobat Jason) or Post-Crisis Jason (street kid Jason). There are so many different little details between the two eras that could impact larger events (but if you're writing something more slice of life then that won't matter as much).

If you're sticking with the Pre-Crisis era then there could be details about a change in routine or environment. For example, Dick and Jason might do more acrobatic work or exercises together since they're both acrobats. Dick might have to consider changing his living situation to accommodate space for Jason. You might consider what it means for Jason if Dick hasn't given up being Robin just yet, or if Dick has already taken the steps to become Nightwing, that opens up a new opportunity for Jason to become Robin. And if that's the case, Dick will have to commit time to training Jason.

There could be conflict between the two of them that resembles the conflict between Nani and Lilo where Jason views Dick as his big brother and it ruffles his feathers a bit when Dick has to act in Jason's best interest as his guardian. It might make Jason feel like he's on less equal ground than Dick at times.

Dick might have to divide his time even more now between the Titans and his personal life. If there's a problem at home, Dick might have to delegate his duties to another Titan until he can resolve the problem with Jason.

If Jason joins the Titans, he'll be more used to fighting larger groups and organizations (or demons/aliens) rather than the more eccentric individuals from Gotham.

While Dick is a great listener and tells people (even Jason himself in Post-Crisis) that he's happy to lend an ear to them if they need to talk about anything, he's not always the best at expressing his own feelings. This could hurt Dick's relationship with Jason if he stews over his own feelings for too long. For example, it could make him moodier or a bit insensitive. However, I think he'd likely address the issue pretty quickly and offer an apology (whereas someone like Bruce might not).

Those are some things to consider. On the dynamic front, I think Dick and Jason would have a similar bond to that of Dick and Tim... but less chaotic. Still room for mischief at times, though. Jason would go to Dick if he had a problem he needed to talk about. They would snark and tease each other. Be protective of each other. Jason would look up to Dick. Dick wouldn't baby Jason, but at times, he'd need to make logical choices that Jason might not be happy with. Yada yada.

Hopefully that helps a wee bit!

#dick adopting jason #fic help #anon

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softboyholland · 3 years ago

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for a show as cheesy and many cliches, i have to admit one thing business proposal did extremely well was resolve their conflicts quickly and realistically.

in the case of taemu finding out about geumhee, sure, there’s the little bullying tangent he goes on (not his best moment, but it’s mostly because he gives her a chance to come clean and she decides to lie to his face instead which enrages him more) but we see his anger slowly subside into pity as he realises how much she’s struggling and when she finally does come clean (albeit drunk), he immediately puts an end to the fine-tuning of her product and their fake-dating contract, wanting to make things easier for her

then there’s the conflict between yoora, hari, minwoo (and in a way, taemu too). we get a glimpse of it in episode 7, where taemu pretends to be her boyfriend in front of her friends. when minwoo gets too possessive of hari and goes as far to imply that she is undeserving of taemu to his face, he tells him off (even drops honorifics for one line to make sure minwoo understands just how pissed off he is) but he doesn’t mix his work-personal life to fire minwoo/ruin his life like many other powerful male leads would’ve done. in fact, that is the ONLY instance in which taemu gets involved. otherwise, he respects the fact that this is hari’s issue and butting in and throwing his power around in a fit of anger would not be the best thing to do. he’s there to support her when she needs him but he never pushes boundaries.

when it all comes to a high after yoora spreads rumors about hari, minwoo, and taemu, hari actually EXPLAINS to youngseo (and the viewers) why she didn’t lash out at either yoora or minwoo. she could have done so and created more drama for the show, but the approach she takes is way more mature and realistic. she explains that initially she did feel angry, but she took the time to reflect on what she did that might’ve drove yoora to do such a thing and even tried to understand her. she doesn’t hide behind taemu and allow him to throw a fit about it either, nor does he even think of doing so (like i said, his main priority in this instance is protecting hari and supporting her)

also the way they resolved hari and minwoo’s relationship was VERY VERY mature, it really impressed me. any other drama would have had her telling him off, leaving him crying and regretting everything he ever did but this was sweet. she opened up about how much her crush on him impacted her personality that it would take a while for her to let go of that part of her completely. and it was really heartwarming that they were both willing to try to go back to the way things were when they were really just friends, it made ME, as a viewer who had BARELY seen them as friends miss that era of their friendship and even wish i had gotten to see their friendship without all that drama.

then there’s youngseo and her father. she cut ties with him but she was still understandably upset about it. it was nice to see that she didn’t magically girlboss her way out of it without feeling any emotions and she even tried to defend him despite it all so that sunghoon wouldn’t hate him. this was a very nice touch because in the webtoon, i don’t think they ever address the fact that her dad views her as an asset rather than a daughter. even when he approves of sunghoon, he’s more happy about the fact that she beat yoojung at something than actually finding happiness.

and with the chairman and hari, i’d actually like to point out that his reaction to being deceived by her is very similar to taemu’s initial reaction. he’s angry that he let himself get fooled so easily and also a little hurt because he genuinely liked geumhee (just like taemu did). i’d even argue that if yoora never spread that rumor, he would’ve warmed up to her much quicker because you could already tell by the way he looked at hari when she came back in the rain for taemu that he could see her sincerity.

BUT while he didn’t go about it in the best way, i think you can see by pushing taemu to break up with her, he was trying to do what he thought was best for the situation. in a way, he was even protecting hari too when he talked about how she wouldn’t be able to continue working at the company normally after word about her relationship with taemu got out. he was just trying to salvage the company, protect taemu and his job (which has really always been his no 1 priority) and hari.

of course, he’d already fallen for hari after she took care of him at the hospital but she didn’t even realise it. and overall, i have to say i really LOVE the way this drama handled parents’ disapproval of the relationship. if you’ve watched kdramas, you would know this trope is very common and VERY EXHAUSTING. in youngseo’s case, she didn’t hesitate to stand her ground (which was very in character of her and somehow not an option for a lot of other kdrama characters??)

but in hari and taemu’s case, taemu has a heart to heart with her dad (ONE OF THE SWEETEST CONVERSATIONS IN THE SHOW TOO) and eventually gains his favour. hari wanting to get the chairman’s approval is prominent since ep 9 and it’s obvious she struggles a lot with it but my most favourite part about this stuggle is that hari and taemu stand by each other but they don’t do anything to harm the chairman or each other. taemu tells him time and time again he’ll never give up on hari but he isn’t rude or disrespectful about it. and when hari’s upset about it, he always cheers her up, reassures her, reminds her that they’re not in a rush and can take their time...it’s just so realistic and imo, the BEST solution to these kinda conflicts. because all they really had to do was show that their love would persist throughout it all and keep trying their best. like it’s actually very possible to respect both your partner and your parents who have yet to approve of your relationship without doing something that could seriously hurt/ruin your relationship with either party, as is the case in many kdramas (i wish they would learn a little from this)

ok i rambled way too much i just wanted to write my thoughts down SOMEWHERE

#business proposal #shin hari #kang taemu #kang tae moo #jin young seo #cha sung hoon #kdrama #business proposal spoilers #business proposal ep 12 #ahn hyoseop #kim sejeong

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jeonstellate · 2 years ago

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love is: a favor

yoo kihyun loathed every fiber of your being; but perhaps, just like everything else, even his own feelings weren’t as they seem.

✇༄ yoo kihyun x afab!reader

✇༄ mafia!au, arranged marriage!au, secret baby!au — angst(?)

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chapter eight: a life after you

Yoo Kihyun was sure he would be the first one to tie the knot amongst MX’s core members. Rightfully so, too, because his relationship was the longest, most stable one — which was a feat only followed by Minhyuk’s.

Almost four years had already passed since he went down on one knee — and three since his betrothed betrayed his trust. He wouldn’t deny a lot had changed since then, especially in terms of himself and MX, albeit some still managed to stay the same.

Most of the changes that occurred were predictable, like Minhyuk’s engagement and eventual wedding. Even Changkyun’s and Jooheon’s respective breakups weren’t at all surprising, either, especially given the number of times the former and his significant other separated and the times the latter failed to retain his romantic ties.

The current status of MX’s relations with SVT wasn’t shocking, either, despite its much friendlier dynamic compared to three years ago. SVT had always been both MX’s enemy and ally after all, so it was normal that the scales of their relations leaned a little bit more towards the latter category nowadays.

However, what was highly unpredictable was how well MX and SVT would get along. Although it wasn’t the first time the two gangs cooperated, it was definitely the first time they got along really well — even up to the point that Shownu actually considered accepting S. Coups’ proposal for a permanent alliance.

Shownu first consulted the other six before he met with S. Coups again. He listened to all of their opinions, noted down all of their views, and addressed all their concerns to make a decision for MX’s best interest. Ultimately, the core members’ primary worry came down to permanently associating their name with the gang whose righthand stole Ryuki’s betrothed.

Albeit MX members separate their personal affairs from their business as much as they could, Shownu and the rest deemed it best for Ryuki to have the final say.

"MX has decided to accept your proposed alliance," MX’s leader spoke on behalf of his brothers.

Frankly, Ryuki didn’t expect his brothers to take the betrayal and the heartbreak he suffered through into consideration. Yes, his former betrothed had an affair with a SVT member, but that was a matter that concerned his personal life — not MX. And, as they all swore in the beginning, personal things mustn’t affect MX — especially if they could be helped.

Still, Ryuki appreciated their gesture tremendously — even if it wasn’t enough motivation to comfortably share the closure he got from his former beloved.

"So, who’s the chosen groom?"

The proposed alliance would unfortunately impact their personal lives, most especially of a particular member. Truthfully, the required marriage between a core member of MX and a SVT-affiliated person was almost a dealbreaker for them, but the promised benefits of having SVT’s assistance was too good to let go.

"Wonho has volunteered to be so."

chapter nine: a half-open secret

Kihyun had had almost three whole years to forget. He knew, right from the start, that his journey would be difficult — especially given that he had known his former betrothed for a decade. Still, by pure determination, assisted by MX’s workload, he managed to come a long way.

Unbeknownst to the rest of MX’s core, you — his former beloved — actually tried your best to leave him the best closure possible before you left his life indefinitely.

"Never blame yourself for what I did, okay?" You had said then. "Just blame me; blame everything on me. Then live your life, like you never met me."

At first, he thought nothing of your request. He was too overwhelmed by his suppressed emotions to see through your words, so he just took them quite literally. He didn’t blame himself, as you insisted, but he didn’t blame you, either. Instead, he just let his emotions manifest into hatred towards you.

It wasn’t until much later when he thought deeper about his last interaction with you. Upon actually thinking your words over one sleepless night, he became mystified by your apparent insistence that he should loathe you. However, by then, his negative feelings towards you had already been deeply rooted in his heart — so his new curiosity never really mattered.

That was, until SVT’s Labri hurriedly entrusted his niece to Ryuki and MX’s care.

Admittedly, MX’s and SVT’s relationship with one another had significantly improved over the years. Their business collaborations had become more frequent than ever, just as their celebratory dinners were.

During those shared nights, Ryuki tried his best to avoid being alone with Hoshi — after all, even if his mafia and personal lives were as separate as they could be, it was still hard to see the person who took his former love away. He couldn’t risk jeopardizing MX’s relationship with SVT by being aggressive in any form, so he opted to distance himself whenever possible. However, to make his avoidance to Hoshi more subtle, he also chose to build a wall between him and the rest of SVT. In that way, Hoshi wasn’t singled out — because he treated all of them almost the same way.

Ryuki’s course of action didn’t give him any chance to get close to any SVT members, unlike I.M who eventually befriended Player. Thus, he never expected to be specifically entrusted with SVT’s next generation.

And, yet, here he was: cradling Labri’s niece like she was his own.

And, to add onto the strangeness of it all, Labri’s niece just had to uncannily resemble him — with unmistakable hints of you, his former love, in her features.

He knew those three years apart were enough for him to disassociate you to the things and places you loved. Yet, as he found out after meeting Labri’s niece, those years weren’t enough to make him forget how you looked like. Not that his inability to completely forget you mattered, since no more positive feelings for you had remained within him. If anything, the child’s slight resemblance to you merely reminded him of the life you robbed him of.

If it was only Kihyun alone, he would’ve easily dismissed her resemblance to the both of you as a mere product of coincidence and imagination. However, (un)fortunately, his brothers were too wrapped around the little one’s finger.

"Why is Kian with you?" The most intriguing admirer, by far, was Hoseok — who mysteriously knew her name before anyone else did. Not even those who were present when Labri entrusted his niece knew her name because Labri had been in a rush, but, somehow, Hoseok did.

"How do you know her name?" Kihyun, upon hearing Changkyun’s confirmation of Labri’s niece’s name, couldn’t help but to feel suspicious.

Even more so when his brother merely replied "I’ve met her before" and didn’t offer anything else.

chapter ten: a life without me

Kian, as they found out her name was, was strangely particular on who she let carry her. Out of the seven MX core members, she only let Kihyun and Hoseok have the privilege. Albeit they have yet to see if Hyungwon would join the lucky ones after his sleep, the rest were blatantly denied with a shy smile.

Labri’s niece had no problem playing with anyone, though, so she was able to get close to everyone in no time. Still, despite the number of people who were more than willing to be the subject of her attention, she gravitated to Kihyun nevertheless. Thus, he ended up always being in her close proximity even as she played with the others.

MX members were understandably too curious about Kian’s parentage. Between Hoseok’s vague answers to their inquiries and Kian’s stark resemblance to Kihyun, the others deemed it appropriate to share their respective suspicions to one another. Ultimately, they all seemed to think that Kian had got to be related to Kihyun somehow.

Unsurprisingly, Hoseok didn’t give any input on the theory the rest seemed to agree on. They figured he most likely couldn’t be bothered — partly because he had Kian’s undivided attention and he had no problem reciprocating it so.

Of course, that was until he said something that suggested otherwise.

"Kian, let’s go wake up your godfather." He scooped her up from the floor, without sparing anyone a glance. "We wouldn’t want him to miss all the fun."

Hoseok’s words might’ve been simple, but they weren’t without any hidden meaning — prompting the remaining MX to immediately confer amongst themselves once Hoseok and Kian were out of earshot. After all, he just dropped the most crucial hint for confirming their theory.

Quite literally, it was a recall to a night they had dismissed long ago.

"I asked . . . [first name] . . . to make me the kid’s godfather . . . in exchange for keeping quiet until . . . they’re untraceable," Hyungwon had admitted one night, with alcohol slurring his words together and slowing the pace of his sentences. "That way, if something happened to them . . . I may have a chance to . . . protect the kid."

Albeit the mention of Kihyun’s child with his ex was never confirmed with sober lips, the evidences Kian personified were too much of a coincidence to be doubted without counter proof. Especially since MX kept on finding more reasons to believe that Labri’s niece was, indeed, related to Kihyun.

"The paper that had Kian’s name on it . . . it addressed her as Yoo Kian."

chapter eleven: a reversed secret

The last supporting evidence Kihyun was willing to take was the familiar doll Kian couldn’t sleep without: the very same hamster doll you took when you left. Although it wasn’t specially custom-made in any way, Kihyun personally had enough ignoring coincidences.

Kihyun didn’t voice out his own — more solidified — conclusion, partly because he found it difficult to utter. Somehow, saying it out loud felt equivalent to making his conclusion a reality — and, frankly, he wasn’t sure if he wanted it to be.

"You’ve figured it out, right?" Except neither Hyungwon nor Hoseok wanted him let it be.

The duo was obviously unapologetic in their decision to keep their knowledge out of reach to the rest. When confronted about their respective — selfish — choice, they left no room for arguments in their justifications and forcefully steered the discussion to the topic that mattered the most.

"What will you do now, then?"

When the doorbell rung and signaled Labri’s arrival to the MX house, Kihyun nonverbally answered Hoseok’s question.

By handing Kian to her uncle, bidding her a simple farewell, and nothing else.

Kihyun wasn’t denying reality: no one knew how SVT was really related to Kian, so he knew it was best not to make any rush decisions. After all, there was a chance she was more than just Labri’s niece from a friend — which was his your connection to SVT, as far as they were aware — especially if she was allowed to enter SVT’s base like she belonged there. As much as he wanted to keep her with him, he didn’t want to jeopardize MX’s alliance with SVT by forcefully taking what was theirs by circumstance.

Truthfully, he wouldn’t be able to answer if anyone asked how he felt upon knowing the truth behind the betrayal that changed the trajectory of his personal life. He had been harboring his resentment towards you for years now, so the revelation of the truth didn’t change anything within him. If anything, it merely made his hatred for you to spread even more. After all, it was one thing to be cheated on and another to be hidden a child from — albeit both spark intense levels of unfathomable heartbreak.

What Kihyun did know, however, was the fact that he wanted to ask you questions with answers only you could give — regardless of his strong preference to never see you again.

chapter twelve: a broken should’ve been

Kihyun firmly told MX to separate the complex issue surrounding Kian’s existence from their alliance with SVT. And true to his wishes, MX’s relationship with SVT wasn’t affected in any way. MX still carried out other successful business collaborations with SVT and Wonho’s engagement dinner still creeped close. As far as they know, SVT had no idea they — as a group — now know the truth about your betrayal and Kian’s parentage.

Even during Wonho’s engagement dinner, where MX’s and the rest of SVT’s cores were set to finally be introduced to his betrothed, MX didn’t utter a word about Kian. To their credit, Gorae almost did — especially after catching a glimpse of S. Coups’ lockscreen wallpaper with her on it, but Shownu was able to stop him just in time.

"Can we get a clue about Wonho’s betrothed?" Honey asked suddenly, covering his members’ peculiarity by stealing SVT’s attention away.

S. Coups, understanding that the other nineteen people were dying to know who he picked for the alliance, obliged — none the wiser about the real reason Honey asked. Not that any of them had to feign an interest, since SVT’s leader knew exactly how to hook them in.

"They’re family to me — and to SVT, too, by extension," S. Coups started. "Unfortunately, even if they’re family, a favor must be paid no matter what."

"Surely, you don’t mean—" Moon suddenly wore a dark expression — as did the rest of SVT. Ryuki couldn’t tell for certain, but he swore he could identify disbelief and betrayal amongst the simultaneous emotions they had donned.

Contrast to his members, however, S. Coups was void of any emotion that reflect theirs. "I do."

The deafening silence that suddenly engulfed MX’s fellow mafia gang was enough to let Player to be heard, despite his whisper-volume and deep voice. "Isn’t your way of collecting a favor a little too contradictory?

"They asked you to get them out of the mafia world and, in return, you want them to marry into a mafia?"

S. Coups agreed without any hesitation. "They should’ve known not to make a deal with a devil."

If Ryuki was asked if he had any guesses based on S. Coups’ hint alone, he wouldn’t be able to provide any. However, if Player’s reaction was also taken into account, especially with H. One’s drunk confession in mind, one person immediately popped up. Especially when S. Coups took the liberty to fill MX in, as an attempt to explain why his members reacted like so.

According to SVT’s leader, Wonho’s betrothed was formerly engaged to the love of their life, who also happened to be a member of a mafia. Frightened with the implications of carrying a child of a mafia member, they decided to run and cut ties. Unable to change their mind after a number of attempts, S. Coups ultimately helped them devise and carry out an escape plan, in exchange for the favor being returned later on.

Ryuki was intrigued by the eerie similarity of S. Coups’ story and H. One’s confession — as were the rest of MX, whose faces morphed from curiosity to realization the more the mafia leader went on. If their suspicions were correct, it meant that—

"You really are a devil, Choi Seungcheol."

—Wonho’s betrothed was you.

"Thank you for finally joining us, cuz," S. Coups gestured for you to take the only empty seat left on the table — which coincidentally happened to be across Ryuki. "What took you so long?"

"Kian didn’t want me to go, so I had to put her down for a nap first." You shrugged, not minding the intensified stares you got after mentioning Kian’s name.

Ryuki was internally cursing whoever made the only unoccupied chair to be right opposite him, because they were now solely responsible for the blatant awkwardness that surrounded their long table. Everyone, even those that sat on the opposite ends, could clearly see how he followed your every move with his eyes while you did everything not to meet his stare.

"Why didn’t you just bring her along?" Your cousin, fearless as ever, continued to converse with you — unaffected by the sudden change in the air.

Everyone watched as you easily threw a glare in his direction, puzzling them momentarily with your fearlessness that seemed on-par with the mafia leader. "Who am I marrying?" You uttered after you looked away from your cousin, deliberately choosing not to reply to his comment.

Funnily enough, the second those words left your lips was the same instant Ryuki confirmed that his three years worth of resentment was still very present in him.

"Kihyun," Wonho answered without hesitation.

Although, it seemed, his resentment wasn’t enough to be comfortable with witnessing you marry someone else.

"Me," Ryuki answered at the same time his brother did. "You’re marrying me."

#yoo kihyun x reader #kihyun x reader #monsta x x reader #yoo kihyun imagines #kihyun imagines #monsta x imagines #yoo kihyun scenarios #kihyun scenarios #monsta x scenarios #yoo kihyun oneshots #kihyun oneshots #monsta x oneshots #mafia!au #arranged marriage!au #secret baby!au #yoo kihyun #kihyun #monsta x

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misty-purple-haze · 3 years ago

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A LESSON TO REMEMBER

TW: Minor cusses, Lucifer being an asshole to Mc, if you find something please let me know!! (It would be very appreciated <33)

Taglist: @rosawolf1, @swan-chan , @fantasy-dating-sim-trash , @maritbh, @ashielle, @monkeyboy3902 (sorry if I could tag some people!!)

A/N: Hey loves! I’m sorry if this chapter wasn’t that good as I was doing it when sick, I hope you all like it! I’ll write better from the next chapters! Your likes, comments, reblogs and criticism is appreciated <3 hope you enjoy this chapter ❤️

PROLOGUE PART 1 PART 3

PART 2

PREVIOUSLY:

It was then you were walking alone to class as everyone else had their classes and left you alone hesitantly. You assured them that Lucifer wouldn’t try something funny on you again and again for them to get off you. Suddenly someone grabbed you into an empty classroom. “Who the hell-“ you grabbed you head as you had hit it on impact with the table and you felt the door click. “What the fuck-“ and that’s when you saw him.

CURRENTLY:

“Mc.” You looked at him. “Lucifer?” His face turned even darker. “What happened, why did you drag me in here-“ “Shut up.” “Huh?” “Stop acting innocent Mc.” “Im sorry?” He merely rubbed his temples with irritation. “You haven’t been putting any effort into our relationship. Can you get anymore disappointing Mc?” “What relationship, Lucifer?” “Excuse me?” “You not only mentally abuse me, but you cheat on me and call this a relationship? Real classy, Lucifer.” His face went pale. “You not only had the AUDACITY to cheat on me, but you call what we have… a fucking relationship??” “Mc stay quiet.” “And why should I? You hurt me and I have every right to speak back.” “MC I SAID STAY QUIET” Lucifer shouted with his demon form out. He was towering over you with clear anger and murderous intent in his eyes. “You, a pathetic human have no right to scream at me. Understand?” It was then Diavolo and a bunch of other demons bursted in through the door looking worried. “MC?!” “Dia?” You looked back at him and ran to him and threw yourself at some demons as a way of finding some protection against the man in front of you. Lucifer just became more and more pale while Diavolo glared at Lucifer. While the demons were tending to your shivering, small form, fussing over you while the prince stood his ground, glaring at an equally angry Lucifer. It was chilling, to say the least. To see the prince this angry was a first. “Mc?” “We’re going to get you out of here okay? We don’t want you to be more scared than you already are. Let’s get you somewhere safe.” You nodded and allowed yourself to be carried by these demons.

“I hope you understand what you’ve done to Mc. Lucifer.” “But Diavolo they-“ “you address me as My lord from this moment on.” “Yes. My lord.” “The next time I see you near Mc, I’ll make sure you regret it. Lucifer. Am I understood?” Lucifer nodded meekly. It was funny how a minute ago he was ready to kill you but now here he is. Acting like a slave and being meek. Laughable indeed. “You have wounded Mc badly. Both physically and emotionally. What I’m telling you is not an empty threat. I’ll follow through if I see you even breathing near Mc.” And with that Lucifer was left alone in the empty classroom, head hung low, embarrassed, his pride? Broken. It was funny to say the least. To see the avatar of pride so broken with little to no pride left. No one would even listen to him now. Why would anyone even listen to him? He ruined his reputation, his relationship, he ruined everything. He always does. Was this a way of his father to give him the punishment he deserved? Maybe. He didn’t care. He didn’t want to care anymore. Not even his own brothers trusted him anymore. And what’s worse? Is that you hated him now. You didn’t trust him, you didn’t love him anymore and that was the worst punishment he could receive and go through. He deserved it after all. He deserved everything that was coming to him after this encounter.

“My lord I’m perfectly fine-“ “nonsense” “my lord” “let me care for you Mc, please” “fine…” he continued checking you all over for wounds and bruises his “friend” may have inflicted upon you while the other demons merely held your still shaking hand in an effort to calm you down. “You all can go. I’ll handle Mc here.” The demons nodded and let go of you hesitantly and left giving you one final glance. It was then you felt a pair of lips kissed yours. Your eyes widened. The prince kissed you. You blushed and kissed him back and closed your eyes, hence getting lost in the kiss. He broke the kiss and smiled at you while caressing your face. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this Mc.” You smiled and kissed him again which he gladly returned smiling into the kiss. “So you will be mine?” “Mmhm. Yes dia. I’m all yours.” You smiled. He hugged you and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I’ll take care of you Mc. I’ll give you all the love and care you deserve. Forget him.” “Of course dia. I know you will.” You smiled into the hug. You both spent the rest of your night in the castle cuddling and enjoying by dancing the night away listening to some music and watching the stars of the Devildom. It was one of the best nights you had experienced in the Devildom.

TO BE CONTINUED

#obey me x mc #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me angs #obey me angst #lucifer x mc #Lucifer x reader #lucifer x y/n #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me Diavolo #Diavolo x mc #Diavolo x reader #Diavolo x y/n

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thatgirl4815 · 2 years ago

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I’ve noticed a necessary increase in discussions of consent, boundaries, and violation in BL these days. I like Feel Good Shows with comic relief and innocent love, but I also like to feel challenged by fiction, and I think we’re seeing that more now than we have in the past few years. For BL specifically, I think it’s subverting genre expectations.

(Spoilers for the shows in the tags)

KinnPorsche is the strongest example. Kinn violated Porsche, ignored his boundaries, and did physical and emotional damage. There was a a breach of trust and trauma because of it. They showed the impact that it had and they gave the characters space to actually address the topic head on, avoiding the typical path of “if enough time passes, it’ll all be swept under the rug.” It’s like a cheap excuse to get the characters together early and present some conflict, but it’s toxicity is scarcely ever actually addressed (TharnType is the first example that comes to mind).

And then there’s VegasPete. Toxic with a capital ‘T’. But, we see the emotional fallout of this as well as an albeit brief foray into concepts of self-worth, trauma, and manipulation. Even after Vegas apologizes to Pete, Pete doesn’t give in (at least, not at first). The point is that Pete knows that being with Vegas could hurt him even more in the future, but he desperately wants to believe that Vegas has changed--that he sees him as more than a pet...because toxic or not, he’s developed an attachment. The show doesn’t sell it as a complete redemption arc for Vegas (which would be incredibly unrealistic in the time frame)--but rather, as the necessary beginnings of one (at least when it comes to his relationship with Pete). None of this to say that either KP or VP’s relationship are desirable in real life, but they do the necessary work of portraying these issues and directly addressing their effects.

Then there are shows like Lovely Writer which, on the surface, are completely different. Actors and writers are in the spotlight, and suddenly we’re merging fiction and reality. Now with War of Y, we’re forced to ask even more questions about the nature of consent and boundaries in a much more industry-centric way that unfortunately goes unnoticed or unacknowledged a majority of the time. It’s a whole different side of the approach to boundaries in fiction.

I mean…imagine how conflicted you would feel if you knew the only way to succeed was letting yourself be violated. If you had to act like someone you’re not to please people. If you were expected to be okay with it all, because that’s just how the industry works. It isn’t talked about a lot, but to a certain degree, it involves sacrificing yourself and your body for the sake of your job. Add to that the threat of being cancelled for any little thing, whether it be your relationships outside of your acting ship or your aversion to acting out NC scenes.

It’s sickening to think you would have to surrender yourself to your career or risk losing everything you’ve worked towards. It makes it less about the artistry of acting and all about the shipping dynamics and culture. You could say they knew what they were signing up for, but does that mean they should have to put up with it?

All of this to say that I’m glad we see lines being crossed in all sorts of different scenarios, situations and relationships—that’s the most accurate reflection of the kinds of issues we see in the real world. They all deserve to be talked about.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #war of y #war of y the series #lovely writer #lovely writer the series #thai bl #idk this just poured out of me #vegaspete

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hoodiewithhorns · 4 years ago

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━ using your safeword scenarios p.3 !★

genre : hurt/comfort smut.

characters : f! reader x sakusa, matsukawa, kenma

p.1 + p.2 + m.sterlist + requests

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw : not proof read, use of safeword, neglect , unprotected sex, degradation , clit spanking ( 1 ), impact play ( sakusas part ), mentions of exe(s), caught masturbation (reader) , pillow humping, thigh riding, implied punishment, kinda crybaby reader, implied cockwarming, cheating (?), angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲

different safewords used this time <3

- ty to the anons and user @/please-take-me-to-the-moon for the scenarios <3

sakusa

word count : 1.4k

you knew better than to do this, humping your dearly beloved boyfriends pillow with just your cotton panties, a loose shirt with no bra under, like a bitch in heat, desperate for friction of any kind. You knew if he had caught you like this he would punish you that was guaranteed. however, in the literal heat of the moment you didn’t care. sakusa’s constant pattern of coming home the minute you were already fast asleep in your shared bed, never being able to fill the void of need in your little cunt.

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Considering he’d let this slide since its been a month since you’ve two have done anything sexual, these thoughts only making you hump his pillow even more desperate leaving a pool of your arousal staining his pillow, with the occasional soft whimpers of his name. losing yourself in your own lust, You didn’t hear the sound of the door clicking open.

Sakusa, leaving his practice early since his performance was unfavorable by the shitty mood he was in, lashing out on his teammates for the smallest things they’d do and so many more. in short, his team suggested he’d stay home t’ill he cooled down.

“y/n? i’m home.”he walked around the empty apartment accompanied by the muffles of your soft moans, trying to find you as quickly as possible, obviously knowing it was you. he opened the bedroom door slowly and quietly. his eyes grew wide at the scene in front of him.

still not noticing his presence in the door frame you continued humping his pillow feeling your high approach, but leave you since you needed him.

“tch.” clicking his tongue at you in disapproval. you flinched letting go of his pillow to face him, feeling your heart race when you made eye contact with him, arms folded and a look of disgust planted on his pale face. Your eyes already filling up with tears knowing what comes next. “m’ y-yoomi! w-welcome home-”

“who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself?” cutting you off, walking towards the bed, he pinned you down to the bed, arms on your sides, hovering over you with his dead, cold, heartless gaze cutting through you, as you tried to look away in shame only earning you a slap to the face to make you look at him. the sting causing you to choke out a sob. praying internally that he’d let you off the hook just this once. you were just needy for him.he has to understand that, right?

“answer me, right.now.”

“n-no one yoomi... i’m s-sorry please don’t wanna be punished!” you pleaded to him only making him more angrier. he grabbed your jaw making you whimper at the tight grip. scanning you top to bottom, eyeing at the wet patch on your underwear.

“then why did you huh? couldn’t wait until i got home couldn’t you? needy fucking thing.” he tutted, letting go of your jaw harshly, tugging your panties down to your knees already feeling impatient himself by how his cock hardened through his shorts. despite wanting to punish you, he wanted you. needed you to be precise.

the man hasn’t felt you in a whole month how could he not miss his girlfriends tight slutty cunt? removing his volleyball shorts letting his cock spring free, he strokes himself a few times before lining himself against your cunt, letting a small sigh when you felt his hard tip touch your soaked entrance.

feeling slightly relief you were finally gonna feel him after so long. That feeling of relief however didn’t last long when he slammed his fat cock inside you without warning. you let out a yelp, hands immediately going to his chest hoping for him to not bruise your cervix from how deep he was already. he growled when he felt your palms try and stop him, so he slapped your hands away roughly marking them red.

“b-but yoomi please it hurts..it h-hurts”

you figured he didn’t hear you. but he was too focused on punishing you to care if it hurt or not. so you pleaded again for him to slow down. finally getting a response from him.

“shut up you disgusting whore.you brought this on yourself, touching yourself while your boyfriends away.”

“...dirtying up his fucking pillow while he’s gone. how fucking pathetic.” he spits, slapping your clit harshly in attempt to get you to shut up. his degrading not having a hint of reassurance anywhere like it usually does when he fucks you. normally, he’d call you his “slut” or his whore but never ever calling you a disgusting one at most, what did this mean?..you asked yourself, mind going hazy with fear. feeling like your boyfriend finds you disgusting for your actions, and not a single trace of love or concern for you, not even noticing how you tried inching yourself away from his pace.

sakusa was a mean dom yes, but he cared about you and your boundaries and right now it seemed like he didn’t care about any of those.

too focused on his own pleasure, not realizing you slowly started to breakdown in front of him, hands to your eyes shaken from how hard he hit them, as more tears fell to stain your cheeks.

“n-no not disgusting..i-i’m...so sorry..sakusa..just missed you.” you muttered no longer feeling the long needed pleasure of his cock, only feeling a painful discomfort in your chest as if your heart was gonna burst out of it at any minute. he was caught off-guard by you calling him by his last name, but that didn’t stop the brutal pace on your sloppy cunt. repositioning his hand to your hips digging his nails in your sides, bound to leave marks to be seen in the morning.

“addressing me by my last name? what you think thats gonna make things better?”he muses, his pace speeding up making you whimper. you’ve just about had enough.

“germs! g-germs! no more, i don’t like this!! y-you’re hurting m-me sakusa... please s-stop..stop.” screaming your safeword, trying to get him off you, you pushed with the little strength in you with your fragile hands. it wasn’t enough but he got the message. blinking a few times to make sure he processed the current situation.

he sighed pulling his cock out watching you with wolf eyes as you softly cried to yourself, turning to your side. he didn’t say anything he just laid down beside you. sneaking an arm around your waist, face buried in your neck. he planted some soft kisses onto it trying to make you relax. if he was being brutally honest, he didn’t know what to do.

you never used your safeword and even if it didn’t show in his face, he was pretty frightened. watching you tense up and shake around him all because of him.

“ y-yoomi..im sorry-”

“don’t be.”

he rubs your hands with his thumb in slow but comforting circles, seeing its still red from being slapped away by him, along with him kissing your cheek to simmer down the sting from earlier. god he felt so bad, but was so scared at the same time, all he wanted to do was hold you close..

..and thats what he did, watching you curl up to his chest. The room was silent for a few minutes that felt like hours gone by. you looked up at him with the look you always gave him. Full of love and adoration even with puffy eyes and hurt in your chest you still loved him.

He looked down noticing the soft smile you gave him as if nothing happened. Titling his head in confusion he asks

“why are you smiling? aren’t you upset..at me?”

you shook your head at him, “no yoomi I’m not mad. My body kinda hurts yes, but I’m glad to have you home...i missed you so much I’m sorry i touched myself without permission...”

he lightly smiles at you kissing your lips softly.

“it’s okay. tomorrow we’ll have the day all to ourselves and we can do whatever you want my love. I’m sorry i was so mean... i was having a bad day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

you paused leaning in closer to his chest as you mumbled.

“can we...take a bath together yoomi?”

“oh sure...here i’l carry you.”

needless to say, you forgave him and gave him one last kiss before going to bed.

kenma

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kenmas work schedule was god awful since he was practically up to play games and just that leaving you feeling needy and neglected. you hated it.

but tonight you were just, so needy and couldn’t stand this constant neglect.

No matter how many times you touched yourself of grind against something it couldn’t compare to the way kenma would stuff you with his cock.

he wasn’t a super harsh dom leaning towards a mix of soft and mean, but he still prioritized your needs before his. and tonight you were gonna get that version of kenma.

walking towards the couch he was playing his games at slowly, with nothing but his hoodie and knee highs. you bit your lip standing in front of him, fiddling your thumbs out of nervousness. He titled his head to remove you from his line of sight to see the tv screen better making your heart ache just a little, being so used to it already.

taking a deep breath you sat in between on of his thighs wrapping your arms around his neck making him let out a groan of annoyance to your needy antics.

he continued to play his game acting as if you weren’t there and nothing changed. it all came to a halt when he felt you grinding on his thigh, letting out small cries of his name.

“baby.... please” you mumbled facing his disinterested face not even sharing a glance at you as he continued to move his thumbs around his controllers joystick. He didn’t even pay mind to the fact you were borderline naked either.

“five minutes pretty girl.” he muttered still too absorbed in his game. You pouted shifting your legs to be wrapped around him now, wet cunt on top of his crotch rubbing against him lightly. Making him flinch at the sudden friction. giving you hope he’d give you what you want now. you smirked continuing to grind against him making him bite back a grunt.

“ugh what are you doing?” he said clearly annoyed by your antics already.

your face became red while placing your hands on his shoulders slowly starting to grind against his growing bulge. “want your attention kenma please need you so bad.” you begged hoping he’d give you something anything really.

but being kenma, he went back to his video games. your pout returning once more. “but kenma, please i really really need you.” you continued with your antics and he paused his game, putting his controller on the coffee table.

“fine you want me so fucking bad?” he grabs you by the hips making you yelp as he throws you down the couch. back hitting the cushions while he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist.

he pulls down his sweats pumping himself a few times as he rolls his head back, holding back his grunts. he slowly slides his cock into you, being easy to do considering how wet you were already for him.

he groans as he bottoms out inside you starting steady, but slowly picking up the pace to be more..brutal.

“k-kenma..m’ feels good thank you thank you” you rambled out praises making him grab you by the throat to thrust into you faster.

“god you’re so fucking annoying bothering me because you wanted to get your cunt stuffed like a little slut while i fucking work.” he scoffs making your eyes shoot open at him.

“such a fucking annoying little slut.” he continues his degradation thr grip on your throat not loosening. you felt you eyes grow teary as he continued to call you more vulgar names with the sprinkle of him calling you annoying.

“ c-console...” you mumbled wrapping your hands on his wrists, making him let go of your throat. he froze getting closer to your face as he pulls out slowly.

“huh? Whats wrong does it hurt?” he asks rubbing away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

your lip quivered as more tears started to form. “...i-im annoying...?” you looked him in his eyes as more broken sobs leave you.

“I just wanted some attention kenma...you’re always so busy sometimes I don’t even think you remember i exist..” you muttered feeling small under his cat like stare.

he sighed kissing your cheek, falling to your. side feeling his breath hit your neck. “sorry baby i swear i didn’t mean it...you’re not annoying its my fault for not giving you attention.” he admits as you wrap around him.

“y-you promise you didn’t mean it?” you ask once more. he sneaks a hand under your head to lift you up to his chest, patting your head softly.

“ i promise. here why don’t you sit on my lap, we can do that thing you wanted to try last week...” he looks away embarrassed, you tilt your head in confusion but then realize what he was referring to. you nodded joyfully wrapping your arms around his neck, he adjusts himself for you to line up to take him. he slowly puts you back down on his cock. hissing at the returning feeling.

He smiled kissing your forehead lightly as he hugged you tight.

“better my love?”

“mhm mhm!” you said placing your head on his shoulder as you relax into him. slowly drifting away into sleep. its not much, but at-least it stuffs your very needy cunt.

matsukawa

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what lead to this? you two were just on a simple date together at a nearby mall shopping together, looking at upcoming movies, stopping by a few manga stores and bakeries to treat yourselves. overall, just enjoying the time shared together.

that is t’ill the two of ran into your ex. issei watching the two of you talk to each other not realizing how uncomfortable you really were, hiding it with a friendly facade of course going unnoticed by him since he was practically death glaring your ex.

he was basically third wheeling in your conversation with your ex. you would side eye issei hoping he’d pull you out of your situation but it was too late since his mind was cloudy with jealousy and rage.

now, leading up to your current predicament. a heavy make-out now leading to a degradation fest.

“aw whats wrong little slut can’t take me, fucking pathetic much?” he teases pounding you at a faster pace. “can’t believe my own fucking girlfriend was just there being all friendly to her ex..what don’t tell me you still want him?” he muses making you rapidly shake your head.

“ no i don’t i swear issei..just wan’ you..”you muttered eyes growing puffy from how cruel he spoke to you as he continued to suggest away of how would get him back since it seemed like you missed him from how friendly you were acting.

growing quiet at his words trying to tune out his words. it’ll all be over soon anyways, you just had to hold on a bit you told yourself. of course you were an idiot for letting him keep going.

“ maybe i should go ask how kimi’s doing act all friendly and nice towards her.” you tuned into what issei had said in horror at what he just said.

kimi, his much prettier ex who t’ill this day wasn’t over him and he knew this. throwing it in your face as he darkly chuckled at you. you removed your arms that were wrapped around his neck pulling him close. and cupped your face in your hands at the thought of your boyfriend going back to his ex. leaving you alone again.

he wouldn’t right? even though she was much prettier in every feature she had compared to you. he wouldn’t right..? right?

“f-funeral...“you sniffled making him stop all his movements and lock eyes with you. your safeword ringing in his ears.

“hey..hey no i didn’t mean it...” he quickly pulls you towards him, pulling you out of him and hugging you tight. he rocks you softly back and forth in his embrace letting all your bottle up feelings burst onto him. he quick to comfort you and pepper a few kisses on your face.

“ issei..” you mumbled against his chest. he rubs your back looking down at you.

“yes baby..?” his voice shaken with worry hoping you weren’t too mad at him.

“ i-i don’t miss him.. i was only being nice..i was uncomfortable talking to him why didn't you..” he internally punches himself for being so blind and not being able to see by all your movements how uncomfortable you were just breathing the same air as your ex.

he was too blinded by his jealousy to realize his poor baby was scared. he mumbled a curse before apologizing.

“i’m sorry baby i didn’t realize he was making you uncomfortable i should've done something..” his eyes wander away from you.

“ i was just jealous..” he admits

“but issei.. you’re all i want.” you say kissing his cheek and he smiles gracefully.

“am i-i all you want sei?”

“ duh pretty baby. everything i want and need.”

matsukawas is so short i’m so sorry ahhhh but i hope u all enjoyed <3

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taegularities · 3 years ago

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i’m only gonna do two hehehe because i love these fics of yours!

for ruin you 🥺

tae and yn seeing each other again after a loooong time. angsty yet fluffy af

and for cmi!

oh god hahahaha maybe tae or another character flirting with yn one day since they know it’s a fake relationship, yet jungkook is like ?!!!!?? how dare u!

fic: ruin you pairing: taehyung x reader warnings: nothing really. very strange feelings, painful memories, silent silent yearning wc: around 670 a/n: awh man, this reminds me of when they met in ruined; that one hurt :(( the cmi drabble is under the cut, after the ry one <3 both are relatively short, cos they took a lot of brainpower :') hope u like them!

ask my character! (no more drabble requests, please!) <3

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Whenever life settles and the world starts its spin around your very own star again, things occur you never thought possible anymore.

But you should've.

After all, this café belonged to the both of you. Your hushed laughter, your stupid jokes, the sweet gazes you exchanged.

Long ago... so long ago.

"Still the same order?" you ask, clutching your purse. You stand in front of the very table you used to frequent with him.

"This cake and I've built some trust to each other."

Taehyung's eyes are sober when he says it; they look at you with a different kind of pain than they used to. It's not as searing anymore; not that urgent.

"May I?" you question, touching the chair in front of his lightly.

He nods and sips at his hot drink; a soft, sweet, caring voice tells you, "Be my guest. I'll treat you."

You smile at him. It's the same smile he used to die for – you think he must've told you a thousand times how the slight jerk of your lips affected him.

You wonder if it still does; not that it should.

"How are you?" you ask.

"I'm good. I'm actually good, yeah. What about you?"

"Happier than ever."

"That's good to hear. You look happy, too."

You've heard that quite a number of times. You do believe you're glowing more than you did a few years ago – back when you two parted, leaving you in dark depths, long enough for Jungkook to fall with you.

But things settle; the world eventually blooms again.

You glance down at his hand, blinking slowly. There's an unspoken ache you don't want to address; despite your own delightful situation, the picture floods you with something you haven't felt in a long time.

And when you reckon you've been staring too long, you chime cheerfully, "That's a beautiful ring around your finger."

"Thank you," Taehyung says, clearly elated, "I made her choose it before she even knew I'd propose."

"How did you do that?"

"We went shopping... went to a jeweller. And I joked how super fancy rings are much more impactful," he laughs, and you shake your head firmly, giggling with him, "and she denied it immediately. Pointed to what she liked better. So..."

"Congratulations again. Jungkook must've told you, and I’m sorry I didn't do it myself, but my school was bustling and–"

"It's okay," Taehyung interrupts, wrapping his hand around his warm cup. "And you were busy still organising your honeymoon. Kook told me."

"Did you," you start, choosing your words carefully. If you knew that you don't have to anymore, you might speak more freely. "Did you enjoy the wedding? We didn't talk much."

Yeah... he remembers.

In hindsight, he was too busy gazing at his own little star. Right next to him, smiling at him, showcasing no trace of toxic jealousy despite the fact she and he were attending... your wedding. To Jungkook.

"It was beautiful," Taehyung tells you. His eyes are genuine and friendly. You remember why you liked them so much. "Put a lot of things into perspective for me."

"Yeah? I'm glad then."

It's strange – conversing about engagements and marriage like this. Because apart from anything he used to feel for you, or what you used to feel for him, you never saw each other at the altar with each other.

Perhaps that's what causes the light sting in your chest. Maybe in another world. Maybe in another timeline.

But for now, you don't think any of you would wish for an alternate universe; not with the happiness you bask in.

"She's a lucky girl," you tell him then, meaning it, angling your head. You always did that when you complimented people – apparently, you still do.

Time changes, and people change with it; some traits, however, stay.

Softly, lovingly, still harbouring endless care for you, he leans forward. He beams at you, blinking and nodding slowly before he says, "And Jungkook is a lucky man. Always has been."

–

fic: colour me in pairing: jungkook x reader warnings: jealousy. tae is dumb and smug. jk is dumb, too. oc.... yeah she too. wc: around 475 a/n: ILOVETHEMILOVETHEMSOMUCH

"Now, where the fuck is Eun, anyway?"

The roll of your eyes makes Taehyung chuckle. He looks around the room, his fling still missing. You know about the little plan his little brain conjured, and in the beginning, you attempted to play along.

But now this... this is just ridiculous.

"I don't know. Still in the bathroom. Who cares anyway?” he whispers, leaning in.

Nimble fingers of his hand settle on your knee, and you flinch a little, shooting him an irritated glare. But when he presses his lips into a thin line, you laugh, telling him, “You think shit like that works?”

“What I know is that you’re faking your thing.”

The relationship. The one blossoming publicly, between you and Jungkook – that’s what he means.

“Although... I’m not so sure about that anymore,” he then adds, wiggling his eyebrows, leaning in some more.

Your back presses against the cushions of the couch, and you cock an eyebrow, your face heated and timid as you push him away and start, “You’re so–”

“Buddy,” a familiar voice interrupts. Not very delighted. “The heck are you doing?”

“What do you think?” Taehyung questions back, the smirk cocky and infuriating.

“I thought you’re here with your girl.”

“Well, my girl kinda hates me.”

You know she doesn’t. Eun likes to play – enjoys attention, loves a hunt. And it works with Taehyung, because whenever he’s not indulging in idiocy like he is now, he can’t ever stop talking about her.

Jungkook told you.

“And you’re gonna make my girl hate you too if you keep doing that,” Jungkook argues, nodding for Taehyung to scoot over. “Bro code, man.”

You look back and forth between them, amusement sparkling in your eyes. You know for a fact that Jungkook isn’t drunk. That he knows exactly what he’s saying.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close; but he doesn’t look at you.

Instead, he shoots daggers at Taehyung, leaning into him as he states, “Don’t you dare touch her again, okay, friend?”

“Damn,” Taehyung whispers, shooting you a look of entertainment and regret at once. “Sorry. Okay.”

And with that, he walks away, hands tugged in the pockets of his slacks.

“Damn,” you repeat, and Jungkook meets your eyes for probably the first time since he sat down. “Intense.”

“Yeah, well,” Jungkook mumbles, suddenly shy, “we’re monogamous, so what. The whole country knows.

You smile; cuddle into him. The country does know – newspapers and gossip prove that much.

You wonder if he knows, too. If he’s going with the flow, believing what the world believes. You guess that for now, his warmth is enough, though. So you lean in further. Press your face against his chest as his voice vibrates, conversing with whoever’s near.

You never catch Taehyung standing near the kitchen counter, grinning at the work he fulfilled successfully.

sorry my drabble quality deteriorated, today is a weird day LOL but i hope u liked them anyway <33

#taehyung angst #jungkook fluff #taehyung fluff #bts fluff #bts angst #*ryamc #*amc: cmi #*amc #fic: ruin you #fic: colour me in #notes for rid 🌹#pauli <3

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 3 years ago

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I.M.P reaction to s/o who they killed for a job, but ended up not just becoming an powerful demon themselves.

I.M.P with S/O they killed and became a powerful demon

Blitzø

It had been perhaps the strangest job he'd ever been on. And I mean, He'd killed plenty of sick fucks; killers, rapists, stalkers.

Kill one you've killed a dozen.

But you.

You left an impact.

He stalked into your study, the fire lit and your outline clear in as you stood in front of it.

As he walked in, you turned to him, casually greeting him.

This was... a strange development.

Most humans freaked out at the sight of an Imp, but you seemed quite content.

Waltzing over, you offered him a drink before pouring yourself one.

Sitting down you asked if he was there to kill you, the Imp told you 'yep', you chuckled at his chipper tone.

"Well, if you are, at least let me finish one last drink before you do it" you told him, taking a sip of your drink.

You had some more back and forth, the Imp finding you to be surprisingly chilly about his existence. Your increadibly calm behaviour only served to unnerve the Imp.

Your glass now empty, the Imp found himself apologising before tellinh you he had to kill you.

To which you just chuckled, telling him you understood, closing your eyes until he shot you in the head.

After that, Blitzø couldnt get you out of his head, Blitzø not understanding why you were both so calm while also knowing he was coming.

It wouldn't be until a mysterious figure appeared at the office and asked for the Imp that had killed him.

Coming out his office, he was surprised to find your spitting image in demon form. Although he was quickly distracted by the emense amount of demonic energy radiating from you as your eyes never leaving him.

He was stuck in place as you moved forwards, leaning down you extended your hand, introducing yourself properly.

You spent a few moments having a little back and forth, the Imp still internally panicking.

You seemed to realise he was freaking out as you quickly turned his head to your own, staring down at him with glowing eyes.

After a moment, you told him you didn't hold a grudge, after all, he was just doing his job.

Blitzø calmed down after that, only to be frozen again when you got real close. With a voice as smooth as silk, you told him you were very interested in him, telling him you wanted to get Much~ closer to him.

So handing him a card, you gave him a time and location, inviting him to dinner.

Blitzø was conflicted, spending a long time considering it all the way up to the date, figuring you knew where he worked and he didn't want to insult you.

Plus you were sexy as fuck, so why not.

Arriving at the restaurant, he was surprised at just how fancy it was, stepping in to find you.

The Imp was a little caught off guard, you completely swept him off his feet, treating him to a night of luxury he was very unaccustomed too.

You had a wonderful night together. The Imp happily rambling on about himself, while you just went along, listening to the Imp bragging about himself.

You accompanied him home, ending the date with a gentle kiss atop his hand, telling him you look forwards to meeting again.

And meet again you did.

The two of you having many such outings. Each time your kisses getting more intimate, until Blitzø outright grabbed your face giving you a deep smooch.

You quickly found Blitzø wasn't much for things like structure, so it wasn't entirely surprising when he suddenly started addressing you as his S/O.

And that was the beginning of your relationship.

Your relationship was... interesting, to say the least.

There was never a dull moment with him, which was always a major boon.

The Imp always able to turn a simple day out into beautiful anarchy, even more so with his little family at I.M.P

You on the other hand were a total Babe for Blitzø.

Being the powerhouse you were, meant you could utterly spoil him, the Imp coming to be very comfortable with you, enjoying all the pleasures that came with your relationship.

Naturally, youd be very intimite. Blitzø having virtually no filter and finding your power a major turn on, while you were more than happy to go along with him.

Stolas might be an Issue.

But you were far to powerful to just let there arrangement continue, not when you could do something.

Millie

Millie had snuck into the house finding you in the kitchen. The young lady surprised when you invited her in, asking if she was hungry.

She was hesitant at first, but you were very calm about her, you know, existing.

That kinda unnerved her.

You had a fairly pleasant back and forth, having a last meal before you allowed her to kill you, remaining calm and composed as she did such.

The whole thing leaving a weird feeling in her stomach.

It was less than a week later however, that she was shock when your demonic form showed up at the office, a bouquet of roses in hand.

You were surprisingly calm for being face to face with the demon that killed you.

You had a brief back and forth, giving her the roses before asking her out.

The whole thing leaving her in shock for several moments.

Millie, being ever the optimist, decided to look on the brighter side, agreeing to go on the date.

The night was, surprisingly simple.

The restaurant was warm and welcoming, the food was much the same, warm and welcoming. The two of you having a wonderful night together, the little lady beging utterly swept off her feet, the two of you ending on a deeply personal note.

Sharing a deep kiss at the end of the night.

You had many more nights outafter that, the two of you becoming quite close, while developing a deeply playful bond.

It would be such a sweet relationship.

Millie being the ball of joy and love that she was, would be a constant source of joy and optimism in your life.

While you would be her overpowered S/O that could decimate crowds of demons for disturbing her in any way.

And with your emense power there would be very little obstacles in the way of her living a totally care free existence, always having you to love and protect her.

Moxxie

Moxxie anxiously walked into your house.

He didn't know why he had to do this job by himself, but Blitzø was adamant he did as much, absolutely ignoring his pleas.

So here he was, walking through your house as he searched for you, only for you to greet him in your office, dramatically turning in your chair.

The little Imp freaked, thinking you were gonna fight back or attack him.

Except you didn't.

You just sat there, calmly smiling to him before offering him a seat.

Well, moxxie wasn't rude. And he had a gun and you didn't, So he took a seat.

The two of you actually had a really good conversation. You seemed to really understand the moralistic conflicts he faced as an assassin.

Understanding it couldn't be easy to kill seemingly innocent men, women and children.

By the end of it all he, honestly, he didn't want to kill you.

Telling you as much, you told him warmly, somethings can't be helped, before playfully asking him to leave the face alone.

Moxxie obliged, two shots through the heart and you died where you sat.

After that Moxxie kinda fell into a slump. Feeling glum as the only person that really seemed to understand his strange demon issues was dead. And what were the chances he'd find you in Hell.

He was quickly answered, when one day, upon showing up to the office, he found your demonic form waiting in the office.

Those warm, understanding eyes sending a shiver down his spine.

For a moment he'd thought you were there in search of revenge, but your warm smile quickly turned that around.

You crouched down, having a brief conversation, before you invited him to dinner.

The little Imp blushed up a storm, meekly thanking you, he told you he'd be happy to accompany you to dinner.

He spent the whole day after that in the clouds, his mind always drifting back to you

It got far Blitzø seemed to go out of his way to tease him about it, but Moxxie just played it off.

It was the end of his shift, having just finished his paperwork and leaving the building.

He was surprised to only to come across you, calmly waiting on the street.

You had another back and forth, you hadn't been waiting long but you were eager for your evening together.

Asking Moxxie if he was ready, he decided to just go for it, letting you take him to dinner.

And much to his surprise, you reached down and picked up the little Imp.

Mox released a little squeak, curling up as you carried him down the street.

You continued carrying him for some time, and while initially he had tried to get you to let him down, insisting he could walk on his own, the longer you carried him, the more comfortable he got, getting to the point he was nuzzled into your chest, quite content to be held.

Dinner was simple yet held a level of prestige the Imp had never experienced.

And much to his embarrassment, you didn't put him down to eat, instead having him seated on your lap as you ate. You feeding him more than once through the night.

This was only the beginning of a very intimate relationship.

With your vast powers Moxxie found himself naturally becoming quite submissive towards you, your domineering and caring nature making it easy for him to submit, happily giving himself over to you.

This best encompassed in your consistently carrying him around. While initially he was somewhat resistant to the act, finding it embarrassing, He quickly came to enjoy it, often nuzzling or curling into you as you carried him about.

It was rather adorable when he'd see you, and reach his hands out to be held like a toddler. Very cute.

Loona

It was her first solo mission, and she really needed it to go well. Because if it did, then she'd get to go on more mission, actually doing something besides sitting at a damn desk all day taking calls from random assholes.

Or that horny fuck, Stolas.

She made it into the house easily, the doors weren't even locked.

She walked in, finding you casually enjoying a meal, your reaction only being of slight surprise at seeing her.

She was kind of frozen stiff at your nonchalant attitude, not really sure how to process your reaction.

You had a pleasant, if somewhat awkward conversation, the young hound not really used to talking to her prey.

There was some more back and forth, the conversation finishing up the same time as your meal.

Taking a sip of your drink, you told her you wished her luck, telling her she could continue whenever she felt ready.

While she didn't lower her guard, not sure if this was all some trick, she chose instead to kill you with a knife, over her usually brutal use of her fangs, believing you'd earned a simple death at least.

It wasn't even a day later when you arrived at the office.

The young hellhound freaking out, as she believed you were there for payback.

But the young lady was left stunned when instead of trying to kill her, you openly courted her, asking her to dinner.

Now the first date, she said yes mostly due fear of what you'd do if you said no, plus she did, you know, murder you.

So a single date wasnt the worst thing she could have to pay for it.

And after the date, as much as she'd never say as much, she had a wonderful time with you.

You were polite, certious without being a pushover, you were respectful and you treated her like an adult, something she sorely craved.

She was increadibly new to the Feelings-emotions-lovey dovey party, that it would take her a while to really understand her feelings.

And it would take time, but relationship would bloom.

The young lass unable to resist your charm, and genuine care for her. Although your overwhelming power and status helped a bit.

Your relationship would be a very sweet one, as while she does her best to seem all tough and strong in front of Blitzø, but with you, she could actually be vulnerable without fear of humiliation or ridicule.

And the fact you had literally pureed a demon once that had the audacity to mock her.

With all the love and affection you shared, your emense power, meant you could properly spoil your beloved hellhound, treating her to all the luxuries at Hells disposal.

There was very little out of your reach and as such there was very little she didn't get to experience.

Your relationship with Blitzø was a funny one.

He was the over protective dad of course, once having told you he'd gut you like a fish if you hurt her, making it clear he didn't care about your power.

Although he kinda froze up when Loona told him it was because of I.M.P that you were killed, you playing into it by offering to leave a review.

It would also be something you tease her about fairly often, the hellhound getting all flushed and embarrassed whenever you brought it up.

So naturally you brought it up whenever you could.

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