#also I'm too terrified to tag anyone

[yourlocalcorviddad]

Ok but, the one poll recently reminded me of my desire for an arranged marriage Danny x Dick story.

Maybe it was an inherited one, not from Danny or Dick originally but one they both got.

Maybe the Grayson's were once friend with the Nightingale-Fentons and made a pact but the genders just never lined up, so it wasn't a 'if X from one and y from another' just if two compatible children were born at the same time-which can now be skewed to be any gender match up-but they have to be within like, 2? years of each other age wise max, the agreement-bound in magic maybe?-being stiff about that to prevent issues that way.

And Danny and Dick both find out about it at the same time-maybe when they were both 21ish?-from some lawyer family that was charged with keeping track and all?

Danny could try and see if the half-dead thing-so like, good parents and/or dead parents-could get him out of it but the observables and CW are oddly for it, and he'd never wish it on Jazz.

And Dick tries to find every out as well, even Constantine, or maybe Zantanna and Raven since their friends of his, looking at the contract and finding it's iron clad as well.

And they don't have to marry right away, just engaged and plan to marry within a decade at max, so they have time to at least get used to each other and all? No words against other partners just no divorce unless one is a threat to the other or whatever?

[cherrylight]

ok

[pampushky]

Teaser: My Name Is Brutus (And My Name Means Heavy)

Alpha! Lando Norris/Omega! Lauda! Reader

oooo what's this?? me dropping a juicy little teaser of probably one of my favorite things I've written??

so. this is basically an ABO au with a race engineer & lauda mc, with the wonderful trope of enemies to lovers thrown in, as you will soon see from the scene I'm releasing a bit early.

other things about the fic: slow, and i mean fucking slow, burn. exploration of what disabilities would look like in the ABO world (especially centered around the sense of smell and how that could be considered a disability if someone doesn't have one in a world where most things are communicated by smell), societal pressures about what the ideal alpha/omega/beta should look like to the rest of the world which leads to Lando making assumptions about MC's secondary gender/sex, mentions of past emotional & mental abuse, PTSD, scarring, and worries about self-worth. Oh. and obvious hurt/comfort. But again, and I cannot emphasize this enough. Slow. Fucking. Burn.

uhhh i guess i'll do a tag list too for this so. tell me if you wanna be on that.

“I do have… issues, with the way you run things here,” you scratch your claw into the wood of the table, a low rumble in your throat. The scent blockers you have on are distracting to Lando. He wonders, briefly, what your scent is like, when it’s not so medicinal. “You need more discipline. Less media. It makes you seem… soft.”

“Soft?” Lando leans forward, tilting his head. You look back at him with your constantly blank stare, a slight frown on your lips, icy eyes that challenge even the Lauda death stare. “What do you mean?” You hesitate, looking to Zak and Andrea, who both gesture for you to continue. You then look at Oscar, who bites his lip and makes eye contact with you, and shrugs softly, as if permitting you to say whatever you were about to say.

“....you will take offense to what I’m about to say, I’m warning you.”

“Please, I’ll be fine,” Lando waves it off, grinning lazily. His nose twitches. The heavily medicinal smell of your scent blockers is getting to him. Do you truly need to cover your scent that much? Are you worried that he’ll act aggressively because you’re also an Alpha?

“.... no. You won’t. I’ve seen your interviews.” You say dryly, and fold your arms. Lando balks. 

“I beg you pardon?”

“You don’t take criticism well.”

“I take it just fine!” Lando shoots back, feeling himself starting to get frustrated. Why did you have to wear them? Even if you are an Alpha, the medication provided by the FIA should be more than enough to keep anyone’s tempers from flaring.

“Then you won’t throw a hissy fit when I list out all my problems with the way you work?” 

Your tone is icy. Even. Perfectly calculated. 

“Oh, you know I want to hear about your issues with me,” Lando slams his hands down onto the table, and you just raise an eyebrow at him. He’s down to his undershirt, his fireproofs hanging at his waist as you stare at him. “So say it! Don’t hold back!”

Andrea just massages his temples as Zak looks like he wants to be anywhere else. 

“Only if you don’t throw a tantrum when I’m right.” You state, examining your nails from where you sit, as though this is boring for you. Monotonous and icy-calm. 

Lando hates your voice. Specifically how robotic and monotone it sounds. What little he knows about you— which is as much as the rest of the world, with how private the Lauda family is— is that you apparently have some vocal chord and brain damage. Nothing substantial enough to impede your thought process or the way you speak to make you mute, but enough to have caused the monotonous way you talk. A small enough problem that Lando doesn’t feel like a total dick for what he’s about to say.

“Oh, just fucking say it, you robotic bitch!”

That gets your attention. You pause, slowly bring your hand down, and look at him. With the classic, terrifying Lauda glare. Your eyes pierce his soul, and for a second, just a second, Lando considers apologizing. Tucking his tail between his legs, his ears folded back. But then, he remembers who he is, and he meets your glare with his own, lips drawn back to bare his teeth....

[celaenaeiln]

Am I interested in Dick Grayson's innovativeness and how that makes him a terrifying opponent?

Nah, not really, no, it's no- EXCEPT THAT I AM!

I love your analysis and honestly, I always surf through the dick Grayson tag once a day to see if u have posted. Pls drop the innovatiness wala analysis. I would absolutely eat it up

ADSAJHFGAJLHADJLHA YOU CAN'T SEDUCE ME LIKE THAT-MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT!

But I am here to deliver *bows*

Let's start this off with a bang

Dick is completely naked except for a towel and with one (well defined) leg he hooks the handle of the beer bucket and sends it smashing into Midnighter to stop him from using the knife on another person.

Pure. Fucking. Platinum.

That move was so delicious, there's an ease-fluidity-grace-to that split second movement. Also notice how accurate his aim is despite swinging it with the arc of his toes. The bucket slammed right into the medulla oblongata, or more specifically the pyramidal tracts which are crucial for controlling voluntary muscular movements. Nerves from the brain cross over at that area as they go down and then synapse onto other nerves that are responsible for controlling muscles when they leave the spinal cord. The precision at which he aimed the bucket is glorious. And with what? His feet.

The only reason Midnighter wasn't injured is because he is a meta which is the point. Otherwise Dick wouldn't have aimed there unless he was fighting an enemy.

Oh that brings me to my next point.

Dick has extraordinary control of his actions

He's so right though. Nightwing doesn't need to kill because fighting is too easy for him. I swear he has some kind of messed up idea (aside from his need to be absolutely good) that killing someone with a gun would take the joy out of fighting. He loves to live life on the hardest mode only.

The rapid fire throw of the gun, calculating the distance, time, velocity of return, and angle? I mean I studied physics and calculating even half of that on paper is a headache. The fact that he did it in one second? It's extraordinary. Things that are pure, dumb luck to literally everyone else is carefully calculated at a speed faster than light, making it look like luck. Damn.

Yeah.

Forget Slade. Midnighter is my new favorite nemesister.

DO YOU SEE WHAT HE FOUGHT WITH?! WHILE DEATHSTROKE AND BLACK ADAM WERE FIGHTING WITH META POWERS AND A CURSED SWORD, HE FUCKING WRAPPED CHAINS AROUND HIMSELF LIKE A BOSS AND WHIPPED THE SHIT OUT OF THAT MAN.

Please take a moment of silence to relish in this sight.

Dick's innovativeness is a formidable skill when fighting allies.

Dick and Ras are evenly matched in sword fighting.

Wait, wait. I don't need any doubts about Dick's strength in sword fighting so I'm going to include a couple panels here:

Dick fights Azrael to a standstill which is absolutely incredible because Azrael solos. He's gone through many upgrades and skills and is one of the best fighters ever. He's even defeated Bruce.

He also defeated Jason and Tim together in Batman and Robin Eternal.

This is just another point towards the fact that Dick actually won in his fight against Bruce before going into Spyral. They weren't holding back.

Oh yeah. Ra's vs Dick panel, Dick and Ra's aren't going anywhere because Dick is a swordsman equivalent to one of the best in the world. So how do you win a draw? By one upping the opponent. He swings his foot up in midair and completely defeats him. "But that isn't a defeat...Ra's just stopped fighting!" It was complete defeat because Ra's is intelligent and knows when he can't win. Also they have been fighting for a while until they reached the breaking point in the battle. This move is a show of how Dick has that just one inch more that will lead him to be a victor.

Ra's honors Dick so much he tried to give the sword he used to fight with Batman because he thinks Dick is worthy of it. Can anyone receive a higher honor than this from that man?

He'll also use the broken glass of a car window to take down his opponent. If that's not innovation, then what is?

But one last thing since a car door cannot be considered innovative these days.

sticks. He literally took two twigs off the ground to use as weapons against his highly skilled, one of the best assassins, great-grandfather who is fighting with daggers in his hands and all over his body.

But you know the best part?

He draws his opponent to a tie. A tie? Not a win? No it was win after, considering he used his relative's falling body as a launching pad in the middle of the air when they were falling off the bridge to grab onto the bridge with the help of his friend. So it was his win but it's insane how incredible Dick's skills are.

It's really innovative because who thinks of using twigs and winning? Let me also clarify another point. Dick could've used the knives he'd gotten from his talon suit and thoroughly won because when he was brain washed he almost killed Red Condor from how skilled he was but he conscientiously chose to use twigs. In a sword fight. This man.

His improvisation is an asset that many have come to know him for and classify him as dangerous because he can fight with anything, anywhere, and win.

Something I want to end with. Dick only fights people who are stronger than him. I know he's fought mob characters and stuff but his enemies? They are all metas, assassins, skilled fighters, Russian Black Ops, and more. Essentially, people who are the top of the class in their categories and him defeating them equally and fairly is the reason why he has the respect of his enemies. He's just that good.

[mxqdii]

hey! i love love your work, and i was wondering if i could request a chris sturniolo x fem!reader?

maybe reader is also a well known influencer, or an actress or something of the sort, and there’s rumours about her and chris being together that they haven’t really confirmed?

but they are dating and she’s on live one day and he calls her like an intimate pet name, or just overall says something that shows they are in fact together and like the comments on the live just go crazy and stuff and shes like telling chris she’s on live or whatver

im so sorry if this doesnt make sense 🙏🙏

stop bc i requested pretty much this same thing to another author (on wattpad) a few months back, so when i read this request it was such an "i made it" moment (i love u sm, you're just like me fr fr)

baby - c.s

pairings: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris accidentally calls reader 'baby' while she's on live, revealing to the whole world that they're dating/

warning(s): fluff, reader calling chris bro 😔

not proofread

i'm sitting on the couch, watching tv, bored out of my mind.

then an idea hits me, i could go on live!

i used to go live a lot with the triplets, but only on their account, so it would be fun to go live on mine.

i open instagram and click the live button, watching the stream fill with thousands of people

"holy shit that's a lot of people" i say with a nervous laugh

"uhh i guess i'll answer any questions anyone has! so feel free to ask anything!" i add, smiling

i read through the comments, lots of them asking where the triplets are

i can't help but notice seeing a few asking if me and chris are dating.

fortunately, those allegations are true! but we've decided to keep it quiet for, just for now.

still, there’s only so much one can hide from the public

and although me and chris haven't said anything, i think everybody knows anyway.

people can see our glances, our gestures, how close we are, it's all pretty obvious.

i answer a few questions like my favorite singer, when my next video is coming out, podcast stuff with the triplets, and just some other various topics.

suddenly i hear the door unlock, looking over at it, but not really caring.

maybe i can get whichever triplet that is to join my live.

chris walks in and i smile in his direction

"hey baby" he says and my expression immediately drops.

i look at him, PALE.

(absolutely terrified to look back at the screen)

"what?" he says, walking closer, i turn my head to the screen, anticipating my death.

i let out a sigh of relief seeing the comments

@ssturniolo BABY???

@strniolo AWWWWWWWW

@lvrsparadise GOODBYE I LOVE THEM.

@ellieswifie this is such a chris and y/n mistake 😭

@lavieenvalentina i'm so happy for them i'll cry

(shoutout to everyone tagged ILY<;3)

as i'm reading the comments, i smile, chris hovering over me reading them too

suddenly he hugs me from behind, squeezing me tight

"chris!" i say laughing

"let me go bro" i whine

"you did not just call me bro" he says, immediately stopping

his death glare makes me laugh

"consider it payback for you calling me baby on live" i say laughing

(him clearly not amused)

"okay fine fine im sorry, guys it's all okay he's not my bro please let me redeem myself" i say joking on the last part

me and chris stay on live for another 30 minutes, answering questions about how we got together and just stuff about our relationship.

"bye guys we love you!!" i say, ending the live

i close out of insta, putting my phone down with an exhausted sigh

"so?" i mumble, anticipating chris's response

"so? so nothing" he say's with a smile and i face palm

"chris! we just told like, the world that we're dating" i laugh

"yeah, and i'm happy about it, like honestly i can't think of a better way it could've happened" he says

we both look at eachother and burst out laughing

"we're a little interesting thats for sure" i say

"i can't believe we tell the world we're dating ON ACCIDENT and then you start calling me bro" chris says, making me laugh harder

"i was nervous! im sorry!" i yell with my hands up in defense

"yeah yeah, it's fine" he says, wrapping his arms around me

"bro" he adds on

"chris i swear to god-"

TAGLIST:

@strniolo @stargirlv0id @annaisabookworm

[mythicmanuscripts]

Okay, the person who sent the vampire ask awakened something in me, because all my faves from HOTD fit at least one trope of vampire romance/erotica.

We've already established pretty boy Aegon (as usual, love that for him).

I totally agree that Aemond fits in the vampire role (I mean, look at his aesthetic. Boy's right at home there), where he's smitten with a human and refuses to acknowledge that he was basically stalking them at the beginning, until said human calls him out and shows no fear of him, they're just pissed off. And that does it, he's down even worse than he already was.

I feel Daemon and Rhaenyra would also fit vampire roles, with Daemon being the one who turned Rhaenyra, and she took to being a vampire like a fish to water. I think they'd be the type that has several "partners" they feed from, on a somewhat regular basis, but they also enjoy "hunting" every now and again, Daemon especially. They don't kill anyone, but they do enjoy the fear they can feel from the person they're feeding from.

Then One human shows up that seems immune to both Daemon's charms, and threaths, and Rhaenyra is living for it, she's having the time of her life watching him being flustered. And that's how they end up with a regular partner, not just in the feeding sense.

And of course, our boy Jace. I just feel like he would be such a good fit for an ingenue kinda trope? Noble birth, slightly sheltered, intelligent as hell, maybe too curious for his own good. He stumbles upon a vampire feeding on someone, nearly killing them, and ends up conflicted when he finds out the person was a reprehensible sort of criminal (like, heavy shit, type of criminal). And he keeps seeking the vampire out, even after being turned away because he's a stranger at that point, they don't trust him.

But he's relentless, and gets himself into trouble, and the vampire saves him, and he's head over heels for them.

TRULY INCREDIBLE THOUGHTS HERE OH MY GOD?? Anon I love you.

I'm gonna write a little bit about each of these ideas and then we can go from there! All ideas in this AU will be tagged with 'supranational!au' so block that if you don't want to see this or search it to see everything thus far :))

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AEGON:

Okay I know this anon didnt even mention much about him but I must briefly discuss pretty boy Aegon!!! Pretty boy Aegon who just absolutely ADORES the vampire who fucked his brains out that one time and now he's obsessed.

Everyone else thinks you're absolutely terrifying, and for good reason, but does Aegon care? No absolutely not. In fact, he gets rid of his personal kings guard and just has you instead. The kings guard can patrol the keep and stand watch outside his quarters but none of them even get close to him anymore because he's got a vampire behind him at all times.

And just one more quick thing about Aegon: originally you don't intend to only drink from Aegon because you don't want to put that much pressure on him and risk harming him. Aegon, however, is very possessive and will be very unhappy if you feed from another.

AEMOND:

Absolutely love the idea that Aemond essentially stalked someone for a solid two weeks without even knowing. Even better if you actually knew he was following you. He's not exactly subtle about it, especially because if he's standing behind you then anyone in front of you will look utterly terrified.

The way that you interact with him without fear just gets him completely hooked and yeah you just have a vampire following you around now.

Also, I kinda love the idea that Aemond actually doesn't seem capable of being the same level dangerous and skilled when he's around you? It's like he gets your scent or your attention or lord help him your blood and he just... brain off. No more Aemond.

DAEMON AND RHAENYRA:

Okay I LOVE this idea and I can't believe I never considered this concept with them. I definitely agree Daemon would have changed Rhaenya and then hunt together regularly. They're absolutely a couple that would love to fuck whoever they're feeding from at the same time.

I think Rhaenyra would be interested in you first. She'd sport you and have a conversation with you and discover that he really likes talking to you (and complaining about every single member of her small council because of course). You only meet Daemon about a week later, maybe when Rhaenyra invites you to dinner with them. Of course she had told Daemon all about you, and Daemon was certainly excited thinking they'd get a good feed and bed partner out of this.

To Daemon's dismay and Rhaenyra's delight, you don't even react to any of Daemon's attempts at flirting and seduction. You just listen to him and smile, but don't seem flustered at all.

Originally Rhaenyra had hoped to bed you with Daemon that night, but now that she's watching how worked up Daemon is becoming and how good you are at handling him? Well she's more than happy to have a front row seat to your interactions with Daemon.

For the next 3 weeks Daemon is adamant that they will never bring you into their bed, not for sex or for a feed or for both. Rhaenyra just nods and smiles to herself becasue she knows with absolute certainty that you absolutely will end up in bed with them. If Daemon truly didnt want to fuck you then he wouldnt still be talking about you weeks later.

The very first sexual thing to happen is you and Rhaenyra fucking while Daemon can only watch. He had finally made one too many ridiculous comments and so you put him in his place.

And so, Rhaenyra gets to sleep with you and drink from you while all her husband may do is watched. Eventually when you're satisfied with Daemon's punishment, you allow him to come join you two in bed. He ends up drinking from you while Rhaenyra strokes him.

The last thing he says before he falls asleep is to mumble, "We are never letting you out of this bed"

JACAERYS:

Absolutely love the thought of Jace just sort of stumping into a vampire. Maybe he was in a dodgy part of town? Like maybe he had been dragged out by Aegon but then Aegon abandoned him and now he has no idea where he is. It's while he's wandering around trying to find his way that he finds you.

You're feeding when he sees you, and as much as you want to just ignore him, he's far too pretty and far too scared for that. I think he'd run away at first, and you cant figure out why you did this, but you run after him. And it's damn good that you did becasue you find him being cornered by some people who clearly want to mug him.

Needless to say none of them made it to first light. Once they've all been dealt with, you look at Jace and he is just in awe. You escort him back to the red keep and think that's that.

Except no of course it's not Jace is desperate to find you again, and so maybe... maybe he goes back to that very dodgy area, just wandering around on his own and trying to spot you.

[kaysithekoolest]

Macho Man...

Gambit/Remy LeBeau x male reader

Handjob, semi-public, dirty talk, Top Gambit, cum eating (?) (I suck at tagging shit)

With the appearance of a cocky new X-Men, of course rumors were to come about. The only issue is when those rumors have to do with an already existing Cajun member. Even worse if they are false accusations of his private life...

The inability to sleep plagued many X-Men, even in the comfort of the dorms at the X-Mansion. You were no exception, and even despite it being around one thirty a.m. you still couldn't sleep, wide awake but tired. And it didn't help that you were completely parched. So you promptly pushed yourself out of bed, it wasn't like you were going to get to sleep soon anyhow.

You tried your best to Quietly pad down the hall and then the stairs to the kitchen. You really didn't want to wake anyone, or disturb others who were still awake. You looked around the kitchen when your feet finally hit the cold wood of the floor. A simple cup of water should do the trick and solve the problem of your dry throat. You tried to quickly open the cupboard and retrieve a soft red plastic cup. Most and widely considered all of the cups were plastic or something simple since glass was so easily broken by other mutants. You yourself and even had to learn that the hard way. It was like a right of passage, an unpleasant one. You just filled the red cup with water from the tap, not really caring how good or healthy it was for you at that moment. And decided to throw a few ice cubes in because why not? You filled the tray back up, sliding it into its place in the freezer before finally taking a nice long refreshing sip from your cup. And while it may have just been tap water in a plastic bag with a few ice cubes, it was the most refreshing thing you had in hours. And the tiles of the kitchen also kept the area cool.

A hum from the other side of the kitchen startled you, almost spilling the water in the red plastic cup in your hands. “Mon chére, Good to see you here… I needed to talk t' ya anyway.” A smooth Cajun accent cooed. A shiver ran down your spine, you knew what he was talking about. Being a newer X-Men meant you wanted to make a name for yourself (pun intended). So why disrupt the rumor that you were topping the charismatic Louisiana man? But it wasn't such a good idea to agree and add to those rumors, now was it? The dim light from above the sink aluminates Remy’s form. He was dressed in next to nothing, which was understandable due to the heat, seemingly only sweatpants he cut just above the knee himself. You could even see his hair shine a little with sweat, and it added a glossy shine to the rest of his visible skin, your eyes trailed over his body. “What’s wrong, Macho Man? Don't think ya can handle little ol' Gambit, anymore?” He cooed mockingly as he cornered you against the kitchen island. “Remy…” His name came out as barely a breath. “That was just…” You paused, unsure if you should double down or just give up. You took a deep breath, straightening up and puffing out your chest a little. “It's not like I couldn't handle you. I could fuck you brainless if I wanted to.” You shot back confidently, a grin tugging at your lips now. Remy tilted his head at your cocky demeanor, but the Cajun was always two steps ahead. “Then give it a go, (Name)... Come on, I'm sure ya could handle me.” He backed you against the quartz kitchen island too, the edge dug into the flesh of your hips, rubbing uncomfortably against the bone there.

You hadn't expected what came next, most because you were what was about to cum. (I couldn't resist a play on words) Remy’s hands, rough from years of thievery, dealing cards, and training with the X-Men reached down, and gave your cock a quick squeeze through your thin night shorts. You let out a loud involuntary moan, quickly made embarrassed and terrified someone might've heard and woke up. “Not so confident now, are we, Petit (Name)..?” Remy said with a cocky and arrogant tone. Your hand went down to grip his wrist as he kept stroking you through your pants. You bite your lips, to keep quiet, not wanting to be caught. Now the pressure from being pushed up against the island seemed forgotten. He leaned in closer, his warm bare chest now pressing against yours. Remy’s hot breath was fanning across your already flushed skin. “Admit it, you're a whore for Remy’s touch. You need someone to guide you.” He growled huskily against the flesh of your ear, nipping at the skin under your ear. His pace sped up and your grip on him tightened. Pathetic whimpers escaped from your clenched lips. It wasn't the type of noise you were proud of. Not the type of noise a dominant man would make. “God damn you, Rem...” You cursed him in a moan, your hips bucked against his hand. “Ah, chere… What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? I thought you were the one makin’ Gambit lose his breath?” He cooed sarcastically into your ear, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin. You throbbed in his firm grip, almost cumming undone as the pad of his thumb swiped over the sensitive skin of your tip. "You gonna come undone for the man you're s'posed to be toppin'?" Remy's accent rasped against the flushed skin of your ear. The hot knot in the bottom of your stomach snapped as your cock twitched, the thick white liquid spewing from your reddened tip. "Remy, yo- Goddamn it!" You cursed him, knowing if anyone else was awake they had heard you. But you were quickly distracted as your body felt like static and you were thankful Remy had you pinned up against the counter. Your nails had dug deeply into the warm flesh of Remy's strong bicep. And you could barely let go as your vision came back. Remy chuckled cruelly, well you knew it wasn't cruel but it felt so after the cocky just made you cum your brains out. "You're good for a midnight snack..." He hummed sensually as he brought his cum covered fingers to his lips. His pink tongue peeked out from his lips, and ran over his fingers, collecting the salty white liquid on his tongue as shallowing it. If you hadn't just cum, you might've gotten hard again immediately. "You couldn't have just..." You paused, taking a moment to catch your breath. "Just told everyone you were a top? You had to ring me out?" You managed to pant out. This only made the Cajun man grinned. "Well for that sass, maybe I'll just finish myself off, mr (Name)..." Remy cooed, making you look down to the outline of his boner. You felt a little guilty for forgetting the pleasure of your boyfriend but he had also just cleared your mind of any thoughts. "Please, Remy..." You pleaded, you needed that cock to milk your prostate. You had basically given up your macho act. "Maybe if you beg some more, Gambit will think 'bout it..." He purred sensually against your ear, pulling your still clenched hand to ghost over his chubbed cock. You knew tonight was going to be long and hot. Maybe you should goat more often....

[yoonmetogether]

Not In the Cards teaser!

pairing: bodyguard!Yoongi x CEO!fem reader

genre: mafia, e2l

summary: yoongi realizes something about you, about himself, and runs. It's what he does best afterall.

warnings: implications of sex, angst, trauma, yoongi has a dark past. i hope y'all will stick around to find out, this is a long winded story i'm sorry! also reader uses a pseudonym as it’s relative to the plot.

minors dni

wc: 1k

teaser I part i. I part ii. I

When he wakes up next to you, it’s still dark out and you’re still fast asleep. Your face is just a silhouette to him, but he knows you’re beautiful, even in slumber. His heart jumps when he remembers you’re in his hoodie and he doesn’t think too much about how much he likes that. 

How is it possible to like someone he just met this much? He hands it off to the (great fucking) sex he just had. 

He does his best not to disturb you as he maneuvers out of bed and into the bathroom, needing to wash off remnants of sticky sex and sweat now that he’s cognizant. He waits until he’s started the shower to turn the lights on, ignoring his reflection as he takes off his favorite silver chain and places it on the shelf above the toilet to avoid any drains, dog tags swinging on his chest when he steps into the tub.

You're still sleeping when he returns so he quietly gets dressed, trying not to hate putting back on the clothes he wore yesterday now that's he's freshly showered but it can't be helped. A little of the sunrise has made the room a low mix of blue and grey so he can see you better as he goes to the nightstand to put on his watch. He looks over at you and smiles to himself when he hears you snoring softly. You shift on your stomach, facing away from him and just as he turns to leave the room for a morning cigarette, an etching on the back of your neck catches his attention. He has yet to put in his contacts and it's still not bright enough to see well so he slowly sits on the edge of the bed to have a better look, curiosity piqued. It has the shape of some kind of bird or plane, something with wings so he leans a little closer, pressing a fist on the mattress to hold himself up. He expects the wings to be that of an angel, a nod to your name, but when he finally sees what it is, albeit a bit blurry, his heart stops and drops to his stomach.

It is indeed a small bird but just the skeleton of one. A sparrow. And it's drawn as if it were falling from the sky. To anyone else, it's meaning is ambiguous, but to him, to others like him, it's the symbol of enormous power, made by blood, money and greed. He would know - he has a tattoo that speaks to the gang he got caught up in as a teenager that branded him to force his loyalty. A gang that could be shredded and not missed by the organization that owns the symbol tatted on your neck.

Shit. Being who he is, relying solely on intuition and reading between the lines, he had a gut feeling that you may not be as innocent as you seem. To the average bystander, maybe. But not to him. The swallow’s skeleton on your neck confirms it.

And for the first time in a long time, he's terrified.

Before seeing that, he'd already considered leaving before you wake up, doubting what good would come out of him staying. You don't need someone marred and sinful like him in your life.

But now if you find out about the coiled cobra on the back of his left shoulder, one of the many reasons he didn't take his shirt off or keep the lights on once you both fell into bed, he’ll be screwed for a whole different reason.

So he makes the decision that there's nothing for him to do but leave you in the dust and never look back, tacking this night onto the murky cloud of his many mistakes. Even though it makes his heart ache. All the more reason to coat it in tar, making it impenetrable to him and anyone else. In the weeks to come, he'll force it to forget you.

But it will only make him colder and bitter. Forlorn. He fucking deserves that.

He grabs his phone and his keys he left on the couch and hauls ass to the door and down to the lobby so you don't wake in time to see him disappear without a trace. But in the rush, he forgets the one thing most precious to him that he took off before he showered. It isn't until he's zipping away on his motorcycle towards the ferry, blaming the cold and whipping wind for the tears piercing the corners of his eyes, that he realizes and curses himself. The one thing he was supposed to never lose, to always take care of, he forgot. His mother was right - if his grandfather was still around he’d be so disappointed. For the rest of the way home, his mother’s words ring in his ears - he’s a fuck up who’s lost all chances to redeem himself. No one will want him. So going forth, that's what he carries with him every day when you come up in his thoughts, no matter how hard he tries to keep you out.

It's better this way. He did you a favor.

When you wake up alone, it’s not the hangover that makes you feel nauseous.

You rush to the convenience store for a morning after pill, because you’ll be damned if you get knocked up, especially not by someone who doesn’t have the fucking decency to leave a note, much less a phone number, after a night like that.

Fuck him. Fuck him big time for being just like everyone else. You know what your father and brothers would say - that's what you get for letting your guard down. Naive and weak-minded people only get themselves hurt. So just like you have done countless times, you pick up the pieces of your heart that were stomped and crushed and left for dead, and bury them in the recesses of your mind, keeping all of your pain to yourself. Pain is weakness, especially the kind you can’t see on your skin, and weakness is forbidden in the blood you share with your family. Maybe now the lesson will stick. But for the years to come, his eyes, his touch, his voice will haunt you in your dreams and your nightmares. You hope to all hell you never see him again.

If you do, he better watch his fucking back.

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part i. coming soon!!! masterlist

thank you for reading! this is all very nerve wracking to me bc i'm an anxious girl and a perfectionist when it comes to writing and i kind of pulled this scene outta my ass so i could get a teaser out there so i'm not 100% confident about it.

but let me know what you think here or leave a comment if you want.

xxx - claret

p.s. this is what i imagine reader's tattoo looks like

thanks k bye :)

[causenessus]

love notes

part 0.12. SUPPORT SMALL BUSINESSES DAY

"trace me onto you."

from title fight, left in saitozaki, fukuoka

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extras <3

INKED AND MY BISQUE BEAU REFERENCES!!! DEFINITELY PLEASE GO CHECK OUT THESE FICS THEY ARE AMAZING <3 (thank u to @eggyrocks and @wyrcan <33)

AND THANK U AGAIN TO EGGY FOR THEIR AWESOME PLAYLIST <33 LET'S GO TITLE FIGHT

atsumu acted so offended when y/n immediately tagged him saying kiyoko was off limits but he was definitely thinking about asking for her phone number...but that's bc he's an idiot

when suna saw y/n's tweets about buying her coffee he texted osamu like "hey what if u dropped off coffee for y/n and ur girlfriend. i'll pay"

osamu is trying his hardest to maintain that they are NOT dating (yet) but he's secretly getting giddy everytime someone calls mbb y/n his girlfriend (SORRY LMAOOO FOR ANYONE WHO HASN'T READ MBB THIS IS PROBABLY CONFUSING THAT JUST MEANS U SHOULD GO READ IT!!!)

he also (pretending to complain about it) agreed to drop off coffee but he's a gentleman and paid for mbb y/n's coffee and suna paid for (love notes) y/n's coffee <3

double dates between the two in the future?? both pairs are so cute 👀

WAIT AND TRIPLE DATE WITH KIYOKO AND INKED Y/N??? hold on i'm cooking

suna and y/n are both fighting for their lives trying to remain casual but they are literally the FARTHEST THING from acting casual

gonna reinforce this again but literally all the art suna sends y/n is actually stuff he's put up with her in mind <3

and suna got too nervous to say anything about how he feels to y/n because the timing just didn't feel right and then she was like "oh i forget we haven't been BEST FRIENDS forever"

he was biting his fist and going thru the five stages of grief trying to interpret the deeper meanings of that text

and atsumu was not sleeping yet while suna was texting y/n (and technically he did not giggle, it was just like little huffs of laughter whenever she said something cute, yk?)

but they both shut off their phones and immediately went to bed after seeing omi's reply they were literally laying in the dark terrified they were going to hear footsteps and banging on their door

i love including my own experiences in my writing (yes i was forced to learn relative tuning before ANYTHING else in a guitar class and then my high e string broke and attacked me </3)

and!! actually the picture suna uses on his twitter (the "i miss you) is a picture i took in new york <3 if u were wondering why it looks so ugly

and an extra note to provide more context for next chapter!! this away game is the last one before winter break <3 y/n mentioned the holidays in her earthen kiln post because next chapter will be about winter break just so everything is clear <3

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[life-of-a-rat]

I had a disturbing thought while rewatching through your reverse timetravel tag. S1!Jon doesn't know about the Fears and that there is one specifically related to eyes. How big of a chance is there of him to be secretly freaking out at seeing a Jon with multiple eyes on his face (you know, like spiders have) before things got explained to him?

I think he'd be so goddamn terrified about it and immediately jump to S2 mind frame (when he found out about Not!Sasha) of trying to keep his assistants safe and maybe try to save S5!Martin too (because he clearly is being manipulated or something since he has no spider attributes) but also be very secretive about it because he doesn't want anyone to worry until he has 'fixed' the issue (a la axe to cursed table style).

I mean, it wouldn't last long. I'm sure any misunderstanding would be solved quickly but... This thought has broken into my mind through a window and has been living rent free inside it's walls ever since I first thought it so now it lives rent free in yours too >:3

So I love this prompt so much and it has so much potential.

thing is, I can’t draw angst, but this is my best attempt

This comic took me two weeks because I am just a little boy who gets sad when he draws angst :[

Please someone who knows how to write angst redo this I hate it so much

I also made some silly doodles bc that’s what I specialize in (I totally forgot about martos glasses and had to draw them in after so they look awful)

+silly little speedpaint

[rems-writing]

The rulers of Spades

Pairing: JongJoong × Lost Girl!reader (mainly Jongho × reader since there's SeongJoong in this fic)

Summary: After your time with the Hearts, you face the most terrifying suit. But were they really terrifying as people say?

Warning(s): Choking (both sexual and non-sexual), slight mention of violence, mention of a murder (it's not what you think actually lol), Jongho being a damn flirt, top!Seonghwa × bottom!Hongjoong, mentions of a size kink, drunk sex (both parties consented), pussydrunk!Jongho, finger sucking, riding with a bit of guidance, cumming inside (DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU! WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!)

Genre: Nasty smut with a bit of plot

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

I'm also tagging @ja3hwa since we were competing in who can write the filthiest Jongho smut [we weren't actually competing lol I love them too much for that]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Let’s go visit the Spades next.” 

Mingi choked and spat out his coffee, Wooyoung shrieked in fear and fainted dramatically in Yeosang’s arms, Yeosang rolled his eyes at the sight of his best friend fainting as he caught him, and Seonghwa had a concerned look on his face. A pained smile was on the queen’s face as he caressed your face gently. “Are you sure, Y/N? I know I said that the King of Spades is relatively a nice guy, but I’m almost certain that he’ll go mad. The news of your arrival and how you were treated in Neverland travels fast. We can always visit them last.” 

You shook your head at his statement. “If you claim that the King of Spades and the Jack of Spades are nice people, then we should visit them next. That way, I won’t dread seeing them and instead can relax when we visit the rulers of Clubs straight after.” 

Mingi tilted his head in awe as you spoke bravely and confidently about the rulers of Spades, Wooyoung was fanning himself and seemed impressed as he listened, Yeosang had a bright grin on his face, and Seonghwa sighed softly before nodding. He kissed your forehead and hugged you. “Alright. I will take your word for it. Mingi! Get the carriage! Yeosang, Y/N, and I will head straight to the Spades castle now.”

Mingi nodded and ordered some card soldiers to fetch the carriage and guard the trio as they stepped outside of the castle. Once they were all outside, the carriage arrived and Seonghwa & Yeosang stepped inside first. Mingi held you back and had you face him. A hint of worry was in his eyes as he gazed over your face. 

“Babe, listen. You don’t know the King and Jack of Spades like I do. Like Seonghwa said. They’re nice. However, their anger is anything but pleasant. I implore you. Be wary and be careful.”

“Do they honestly get angry easily?”

“No no. It’s nothing like that. It’s more of the fact that… uh… they want to destroy Neverland just as much as I do, but they’re a lot more violent about it than me. The King of Spades once had an older brother and the Jack of Spades once had a younger brother. They were both lured by Peter Pan and were killed by his hand… in the most brutal way possible. The King and the Jack were so enraged that they sent the deadliest creature to burn down the island.” 

Mingi leaned closer to whisper in your ear.  “The Jabberwocky.” 

An apprehensive feeling washed over you and you suddenly regret saying that you wanted to visit the Spades next. Sensing your apprehension, Mingi kissed you quickly and caressed your face in a gentle and loving manner. “This doesn’t mean that they’ll kill you on the spot though! They understand more than anyone how suffering is in Neverland. They will protect you with their utmost might. Just… don’t get in the way when they unleash their anger. The last thing they need is to sob in regret over hurting an innocent girl due to their bloodlust.” 

With his reassurance, you nodded and put on a brave face before bidding goodbye to Mingi and Wooyoung. Being the affectionate little shit that he is, Wooyoung whined and held you close to him so you wouldn’t go. You giggled and playfully scolded him to which he whined some more. He even pouted! You pinched his cheek lightly and reassured him that you’ll be fine. Emitting one last whine, he reluctantly let you go. After entering the carriage, you waved goodbye to Mingi and Wooyoung. The carriage soon made its way to the Spades castle. You were sitting with Yeosang this time and you yawned as you laid your head on his lap. Yeosang smiled and patted your head.  “It’ll take a while for us to get there. Get some sleep, Y/N.” His soft and deep voice lulled you into a short nap. One that he would unfortunately have to wake you up from later once they arrived. 

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The cries from a murder of crows woke you instantly and Yeosang had to hold you down so you wouldn’t hit your head against the carriage ceiling. The carriage was pretty small after all. “We’ve arrived. Stick close to us.” You nodded and stuck close to Yeosang as the three of you exited the carriage and made your way to the Spades castle. 

While the Diamonds castle depicted a millionaire’s house and the Hearts castle was a lot more lively, filled with heart shaped bushes and enthusiastic chatter, the Spades castle personified death itself. 

A dark moat surrounded the castle, dead trees were planted throughout the yard, crows either flocked around or tried to rip out your hair, and you swore that even the gardeners tending to the black rosebeds narrowed their eyes at you in suspicion. One glare from Seonghwa and the gardeners minded their business. Of course, this didn’t stop the other patrons milling about the Spades castle from crowding him, you, and Yeosang. The anxiety of the people surrounding you was rising, especially since the patrons prodded at you with questions that definitely made you uncomfortable. You received questions that ranged from accusations of being a spy to being a concubine for Seonghwa and Yeosang. You felt tears swell up in your eyes and you were about to ask Yeosang to get them to stop when a powerful voice rang out in the crumbling stone building that was the inside of the Spades castle. 

“UNLESS YOU DON’T VALUE YOUR HEAD, I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE OUR VISITORS ALONE!” 

The patrons soon quieted down and dispersed like a school of fish before going back to their business. You sniffled and Yeosang hushed you in a comforting way while Seonghwa walked forward a bit before smiling lightly and bowing. 

“It’s good to know that you still have power over your insolent subjects, Jongho.”

You looked up and saw a man wearing an all black leather outfit. His intense eyes, that were brown with slight caramel undertones and had spade outlines in his irises, softened at the sight of Seonghwa speaking. His stone cold resolve melted and a bright gummy smile was on his face as he walked down from his throne and towards Seonghwa before bringing him into a warm bear hug. He then walked over to Yeosang and hugged him as well before shifting over to face you. 

“Are you going to introduce yourself or shall I call you ‘cutie’? Because you certainly are one.”

A blush spread across your cheeks and you hid your face in Yeosang’s chest. A soft giggle could be heard from behind this Jongho guy and Jongho stepped aside to reveal a short man. He wore a simple black suit & tie and his blonde hair was tied back. His bright orange eyes stared intensely at you before smiling and extending his hand. You looked up at him shyly and relaxed as you looked at his pretty smile. 

“I’m the King of Spades, but you can call me Hongjoong. If you didn’t know who Jongho is by now, he’s the mighty Jack of Spades.” 

As you took his hand in yours and shook it, you felt it being lifted and blushed even more when Hongjoong pressed his lips against your knuckles. Jongho gingerly took your hand and kissed it too. 

“Are you the Lost Girl?” He asked you. You nodded hesitantly and Hongjoong nodded before leaning in to whisper in your ear.  

“Do I scare you, pretty girl?” 

You didn’t know what to say. Luckily, you didn’t have to since Seonghwa spoke for you.

“Now now, my love. Don’t intimidate her like that. She’s been through a lot.” He said lovingly and you watched as Hongjoong giggled before grabbing Seonghwa’s hand, spinning him around, and dipping him slightly. You grew confused since you didn’t want to assume anything. Yeosang sensed your confusion and patted your head gently. 

“Yes, Y/N. The King of Spades and the Queen of Diamonds are together. Who would’ve thought huh?” 

As you saw the two men giggle in each other’s presence and share a loving kiss, your heart melted at the sight. These two definitely belonged together. They reminded you of Snow White and Charming in a way. You felt strong hands grab your waist and pull you towards a strong and sturdy body. You looked up slightly to see Jongho smirking down at you. 

“That can be us. If you want, of course.” 

The thought of having this big man beside you 24/7? You definitely weren’t going to complain about that. Despite him being young, he held such maturity and power. Like a true Jack of Spades would. You also felt oddly relaxed in his presence and found yourself leaning against him. 

“Come now. The five of us have much to discuss. And take your time as you explain.”

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The five of you were soon in a meeting room and you explained slowly and shyly your experiences being on Neverland. As you spoke, you saw Hongjoong and Jongho growing more angry with each word that came out of your mouth. But it wasn’t anger towards you.  It was anger towards Peter Pan. 

After you finished speaking, you felt yourself being lifted up and placed onto someone’s lap. The sturdy thighs underneath you felt firm to the touch and you trailed your eyes up to see Jongho, who was busy placing light kisses along your neck in a soothing manner. The sudden affection threw you off yet you weren’t complaining. “Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll protect you.” 

You giggled and kissed one of his round cheeks, to which he blushed at while the other three men giggled like a gaggle of gossiping schoolgirls. Hongjoong stood up and stretched before helping Seonghwa up. “I suggest you all stay here for the night. Creatures lurk about during this time. Dangerous creatues. You can leave first thing in the morning.” 

Seonghwa agreed immediately and you & Yeosang shared a look, agreeing that the queen himself was the reason why Hongjoong wanted everyone to stay. Could you blame them? No, not really. After Hongjoong ordered his card soldiers to prepare rooms for tonight, he whisked Seonghwa away. Yeosang sighed tiredly and got up as well.

“Goodnight to you both. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

With that, you & Jongho were the only ones left in the meeting room. As you stood there awkwardly, you felt your head be lifted up and you stared into his eyes. 

“Shall we go to my chambers and retire for the night? Or do you want to have some fun?”

You thought for a moment before choosing to stay up late. A smirk was on his face and he kissed your cheek before taking your hand and leading you into his room. 

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Several glasses of cherry wine later, you found yourself straddling the young man on his couch as you made out with him fiercely and desperately near the fireplace. Jongho was matching your intensity by gripping your hips tightly and moving them back and forth so you could grind against him. You felt his bulge underneath you and you moaned slightly as Jongho’s hands wandered to your ass and squeezed both cheeks lightly. 

“You’re so pretty. I’m jealous that Mingi got to you first. But don’t worry. I’ll fuck you better.”

You giggled at his confident words while he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before striding over to the bed and throwing you down on top of it gently. As he kissed you with fervor and a lot of tongue, you felt his hands glide up and down your body. His palms were tracing out every curve while he moved his head down to leave love bites all over your neck. Your hands dug into his red hair and tugged at the strands, which released a groan from him. He soon lifted his head and smirked down at you before snapping his fingers. You felt cold instantly and looked down to see that your dress had disappeared. 

Did this dude have magic?! 

Jongho drank in your naked form and crawled on top of you once more before kissing you passionately. He tapped his shoulder and his clothes disappeared as well, leaving him bare. You internally drooled at the sight of his big body hovering over you, his honey like skin glowing in the dim light of the fire blazing in the firepit. You soon saw him move down and spread your legs open before kissing your clit lightly. 

“I wonder if you taste just as good as you look. Time to find out.” 

You mewled loudly as he dove face first into your pussy, lapping up every single inch of wetness that was dripping from your hole. Unlike Mingi, Jongho was apparently a messy eater when it came to giving head. You came quickly but he wasn’t done yet. He wanted to elicit as many orgasms from you as much as possible, which led to you crying due to overstimulation. He cooed softly and reassured you that you’re fine. He then wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed slightly. 

“Will you be a good girl and take what I give you? Or be a bad girl and have me punish you by fucking you into the wall over there?” 

The only word you could utter out was ‘good’ since his strong hand cut off your airway yet not entirely. Jongho smirked in satisfaction and lifted his hand before shoving his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them happily and Jongho groaned quietly at the sight, afraid he might cum if he kept looking at you. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and shoved straight into your wet cunt before continuing to eat you out. After your 10th orgasm, he lifted his head and wiped his chin before smashing his lips onto yours. His fingers scissored you open while you sucked on his tongue. After he finished prepping you, he grabbed your hips and flipped the both of you over so you were straddling him once more. Your swollen clit rubbed against his thick shaft and you both groaned when you lifted your hips and sank down onto his cock. 

“You think you can move, Y/N?”

“I can, but it’s just… I’ve never ridden someone before. Not even Mingi.” 

“That’s ok, cutie. I’ll guide you.” 

Jongho grabbed your hips and lifted you up and down slowly onto his cock, setting a pace for you so you can get used to him. After a few minutes, you guided his hands over to your breasts while your hands settled on his shoulders. You soon started bouncing on your own and Jongho threw his head back when you picked up the pace a bit. He was softly praising you and that fueled you to go even faster. Your moans grew louder and louder and brought him closer to you so he could tuck his head into the crook of your head while your arms wrapped around his head to keep him there. His own arms wrapped around your waist and kept you close to him as his dirty words entered your ear. 

“Be my queen. Be my Queen of Spades. I’ll protect you. I’ll care for you. I’ll destroy Neverland for you. I’ll kill Peter Pan myself. Fuck, let me cum inside you. Can I do that? Can I cum in you? Please?

“YES YES YOU CAN CUM IN ME, JONGHO! OH FUCK! I’M SO CLOSE! JONGHO, PLEASE!” 

You sank down firmly on his cock and creamed all over it while he came inside you. You both moaned quietly as you came down from your highs. Once you two were finished, he pulled out and lifted you up before carrying you to the bathroom. He set you down on the counter and waved his hand over the empty tub that soon filled with warm water and was surrounded by black rose petals, small white candles, and a fragrant smell permeating the air. The scent consisted of pinewood and jasmine. He soon lifted you from the counter and placed you in the warm water before entering behind you. 

“Go to sleep, my darling girl. I’ll wake you up, dry you off, and carry you to bed once the water turns cold.” 

You nodded and drifted off to sleep. 

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The next morning, the five of you were eating breakfast. You sat on Jongho’s lap, clad in nothing but one of his dress shirts and a new pair of panties that the Jack conjured up for you. You were expecting Seonghwa to be in your position as well. 

Imagine the surprise on your face when Hongjoong was the one clad in a dress shirt and tiny boxers and sat on Seonghwa’s lap instead. 

After you finished your breakfast, Jongho took you back to his room and helped you dress up. Instead of the red bodycon dress that you came in, you wore a fitted black pinstripe suit. In lieu of a dress shirt underneath the blazer, you wore a black corset top. The red flats that you wore underneath your old dress were replaced with black three-inch heels. You stil decided on no makeup and your hair was styled into two braids rather than leaving it down. You looked a bit more sophisticated and the suit was courtesy of Hongjoong, who had a knack for good fashion sense. Once you were all dressed up and ready to go, you exited his room and met up with the rest of the guys. Seonghwa and Yeosang had their jaws dropped while Hongjoong smirked in victory, proud of his handiwork. 

“You look ravishing, Y/N.” Seonghwa gushed and you giggled as he picked you up and spun you around. 

“You l-look good I mean g-great I mean stunning I mean uh…” Yeosang stumbled over his words and simply patted your shoulder to which you also giggled at. 

“I still got it.” Hongjoong said proudly and you smiled brightly at him while Jongho drooled over how beautiful you looked in the suit. After a minute or two, Seonghwa spoke up.

“Ready to visit the rulers of Clubs?”

[thesleepyskipper]

WIP Wednesday

Okay, we're back in business! I wrote today and it feels good to get back into the groove!

Grateful for today's tags from @jmagnabo92, @kiwiana-writes, @caterpills, @getmehighonmagic, @cha-melodius

@onthewaytosomewhere, @theprinceandagcd, @three-drink-amy @run-for-chamo-miles and the open tag from @lilythesilly

Also sending my love and appreciation for all the tags for all the games while I was out of town! Every notification made me smile and I apologize for not having the spoons to check them all out!

I've got a new WIP (uncreatively titled the beach one) which is for @thebrownstone's summer switcheroo event and will be posting in a couple weeks. I decided to take my prompt down a little childhood friends-to-lovers path and so here's some of the backstory for that!

Henry considered himself lucky to have such a tight knit group of friends. When his parents had moved to Austin for work at the age of ten, he was terrified of starting over and needing to make a new set of friends. Traditionally, he hadn’t been particularly good at that. Pez, his best mate, had stuck to him like glue back in London and everyone else in his classes had seemed uninterested in getting to know him, since his nose was always stuck in a book. When Pez and his parents showed up on their doorstep a couple of months later, Henry was overjoyed - Pez’s mom had been recommended for a managerial position at Arthur’s company and was quickly offered the job, so the Okonjos had soon followed the Fox-Mountchristen family across the pond.

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[angelltheninth]

Cockpit Confessions

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff. love confessions, doubt, flirting, co-workers, missions

Word count: 0.6k

Ao3

A/N: It's time for some space dad fluff.

Din had been even more distant then normal lately. He's not the man of many words, he never was never the type of person to talk a whole lot after missions but these past few have been incredibly conversation dry. Not only that but he didn't want to celebrate with you anymore, made you wonder if it was something you did.

"You're fine. I just have a lot of things to do, between Grogu and visiting Bo-Katan, I don't have time for chit-chatting." That was a load of shit and you knew it.

"But you have time to run around the galaxy with me at your convenience. And I know its not tough jobs either Din, you could handle those on your own and take the reward for yourself." It was almost laughable, the types of bounty missions you went on. Easy money, but also very easy missions, not something that was dangerous or challenging. "I love partnering up with you but you've been sending me so many mixed signals as of late. Hasn't anyone ever told you its not wise to play with a woman's heart?"

"Good thing I'm not trying to. You're the one who said you wanted to hang out with me more, isn't that what we've been doing?" Din settled back into his pilot seat and turned to look at you.

You threw your hands in the air, unbelievable, he was unbelievable, "I meant outside of missions. We used to be better friends then this. We used to... be closer."

He was a dad now and that took a lot of his time. You were happy that he was taking the role so seriously, not many in his line of work would. It was a quality of his that you were very much drawn to. But he still made time for you too before, he brought Grogu along. Oh, oh no. Did... did Grogu not like you?

"Grogu loves you a lot actually." Din spoke up and replied to your apparently spoken out loud question, "That's not the problem."

"Then what is Din? Please tell me, what's the problem between us?" You surged forward and pinned the Mandalorian flat into his chair, hands on either side of his head. No escaping you now.

He seemed to shrink back into his chair, a funny sight for such a badass Mandalorian, "I think I'm in love with you and I'm... I'm terrified." His helmet almost blocked out his entire confession with how silent his voice was just then.

"Huh?!" You tried to back away but Din caught your hands. No escape for you either as he pushed them slowly against his helmet, "I-In love with me? Since when?"

"I don't know... exactly. Might have happened when were we trapped together on that ice planet, or on our undercover mission to the Casino. All I know is, its been scary going on missions with you. I know you yourself have a reputation to uphold, but when I'm with you I don't prioritize the mission, I prioritize you." So that's why its been easy pickings lately, he can mess them up even if he's distracted. "I know this isn't what you thought you'd hear but Grogu's been talking me into this for some time now. I promised him I'd try."

Anything for his kid, what a good dad.

"I wish you hadn't told me this now." You heard him grunt and saw his shoulders slack, fully expecting your rejection, "Because I don't think I can focus now either." You planted a quick kiss on his helmet and then an even quicker one on his jaw as you lifted the helmet up just enough. Din whined when your lips came into contact with his skin, "Oh I definitely won't be able to focus now." You teased, letting his adjust his helmet again.

"Kriff you." Din mumbled and you could almost imagine the blush on his face. One day you would see it for yourself, maybe sooner then you thought.

[kykyonthemoon]

oh gosh i loved your “a surprise visit” so much that it had me lamenting over caleb again ☹️

if you’re up for it, i would like to request headcanons for caleb with a reader who wants to cuddle him but is too shy to initiate. (i feel for the shy girls whose love language is physical touch 🙈)

thank you so much and have a great day!

Dear Anon-san,

It flatters me so much that you enjoyed "A Surprise Visit" I wrote for Caleb <3 With this request of yours, I decided to turn it into a story. I'm aware that it would be a little different from what you expected when sending me this request. Still, I do hope you enjoy this cute little piece.

For all the shy girls out there, I wish you courage to put your feelings into actions, just as MC does at the end of this story <3

When The Crabapple Blossoms

You had been waiting for a chance to tear down the last bit of the wall separating you both. He also wished for the same thing.

❀ Caleb x Female Reader/MC who is really shy

❀ Tags: fluff, shyness, adoptive siblings who are secretly in love with each other, domestic fluff, longing, pet names

❀ Word count: 1k3

❀ Masterlist

❀ Request

You had always been Caleb's shy little girl.

One day many years ago, when he had just been brought home by Grandma, there was a little girl, barefoot on the grass, holding a teddy bear, coming out to greet him. Grandma told the two of you to quickly get to know each other, but you said nothing and looked down. One hand kept the teddy bear tight, while the other grabbed the hem of Grandma's dress. You hid behind her and refused to look directly at him. Grandma had to coax you for a while before you could tell the boy your name.

It took you a while to open your heart to accept him into your life. You were the little girl so shy that she only talked to him through the teddy bear used to cover her face. Then, on another day, you got lost. You were terrified and cried until your tears dried. When you saw Caleb, the first thing you did was to rush to hug him. Since then, it seemed that the wall between you and him had begun to crumble.

You said, Caleb had such warm hugs. You would always feel safe and comfortable in his arms. A few more years passed, and Caleb grew up so quickly. He began to grow taller, and his arms became larger. That made you feel even more protected. He said, he must grow up fast to defend you.

And you gave him a new moniker: Mr. Bear. Instead of using the old teddy bear to talk to him, you began to regard him as a teddy bear with the size of a human; which was able to move and talk, and knew how to take care of you.

Still you were very shy. Except for that time when you got lost, you never made the initiative to get close to him. All the time, it was Caleb who started first.

“Pipsqueak, come here.”

Simple as that, you would obediently go to Caleb. He would pull you into his arms, caress your hair and gently rub your back. At times like those, you felt like all the troubles in the world disappeared, leaving only the two of you with this simple yet extremely precious warmth. And because you could not say it with words, you used those gentle brushes against his chest as a way to express your feelings.

Then, both of you grew up. Caleb went to the Academy and you started your training to become a Hunter. He and you had both gone separate ways, and there was little time spent at home or seeing each other. But you missed the feeling of being buried in his arms. It seemed that when you grew older, all your emotions no longer retained the simplicity of a child.

You were not sure how Caleb felt about you. You were too afraid to ask, and then received an answer you did not want. You anxiously waited for him to come back home every weekend, covertly studying every change in him. His skin began to tan, his hands developed calluses, and his muscles grew more visible. You wondered, during those days at the Academy, did he have a girlfriend? Had anyone else shared the same warm embrace that Mr. Bear once reserved just for you? You wanted to ask Caleb numerous questions but did not do so.

Since he knew your timidity, Caleb took the initiative in everything, from planning outings when he was on a break to holding your hand in crowded places. He was also concerned that you would dislike it; since after all, you were now a young lady and no longer the child who would follow him everywhere. He started asking more questions like: "Do you want to sit next to me?", or "Can I hold your hand?", and waited for your approval.

Of course, you were happy with the touches. Still you wanted a little more. You counted every day to see him again during breaks, hoping to touch him just a little more. But he never asked for it. Did he no longer wish to embrace you in his arms?

That day, you were silent the entire trip home from the movie theater with Caleb. As if realizing what you had in mind, he spoke up:

“Pipsqueak, is there something bothering you?”

Your footsteps paused on the bridge. Sunset tinted the sky with mild orange and pink, mixed with clear blue. You did not say anything, only shook your head.

“I know when something's wrong with you.” Caleb added. He did not accept your answer. “Say it, I'll help you out.”

You still felt like it was difficult to speak up. Your hands gripped the wooden bridge, nails barely scraping the surface. What to do? There was so much to say, but you had no idea where to begin.

“Some guy made you sad?” Caleb asked, half joking, half serious. You smiled and replied briefly:

"That's not it…"

While all you wanted to say was: No. The only person I care about is Caleb.

But he would never hear that, because you were too shy to say it out loud.

Caleb sighed. He leaned against the bridge, gazing at the sky in the East, while you turned towards the setting sun. In secret, you glanced at Caleb, halting at his shoulder. There was a small petal staying on it; that one must have fallen at the foot of the bridge where a crabapple tree was in full bloom.

Out of the blue, you reached out and picked up that flower petal. Caleb reacted fast and grabbed your wrist just in time. The wind surged. He stared into your eyes for quite a while.

You had been waiting for a chance to tear down the last bit of the wall separating you both.

He also wished for the same thing.

Since a long time ago.

“Well… um…” You hesitated. “There is a flower petal on… on your shoulder…”

Your fingers extended, the flower petal was lifted high by the wind. You glanced at it, as if to say farewell. Caleb still locked his gaze on you. Intense yet gentle.

He had yet to let go of your hand, while getting closer and closer to you.

"Pipsqueak." He called softly. “The truth is… Can I…”

You continued to wait. Caleb was about to say something but paused.

“Ah… Nevermind…”

His fingers wrapped around your wrist gradually loosening. You started to panic.

If I don't say it, he will never know...

If I don't say it, he will leave again...

If I don't say it, we will forever just be brother and sister...

“Caleb!” You called his name, so loudly that he was startled. You did not know where to start. Since when did you start looking forward to his touch? Since when did you hope to be a little bolder and tell him what you really wanted?

Better late than never. You looked at his hand that was slowly retracting, then decided to grab onto his arm.

“Caleb I… I want to…” It felt like something was bearing down on your heart and suffocating your throat. You could not do this. Your entire body trembled. But you had decided to seize this chance no matter what.

“I want to be embraced by you!!!”

After those words, you shut your eyes, your lips pursed hard. You clung to Caleb's arm but he did not feel the pain since his mind was preoccupied with something else. After a long while, when you felt his arms wrap around you, when the sound of his heart beating strongly and clearly heard, you opened your eyes then.

“Come here, pipsqueak. I also want to hold you close..."

Caleb breathed the words in the late spring air, faintly scented with crabapple blossoms; it made your heart burst. This was enough. Step by step, one at a time. There was no need to be in a hurry and let this dream slip away. Gradually, you would find ways to let Caleb know what your heart had to say.

[respectthepetty]

Second wild theory based on some thoughts and your tags that all Phee and Tan want is a confession: what if that's true? What if Phee and/or Tan gets the gun and starts an exposition drop about Non while holding the remaining boys are gunpoint and demanding answers and THEN THEY GET ATTACKED BY THE KILLER WHO IS NON'S BROTHER???

First, I need you to know that on a scale of "being completely normal about this show" to "if this show fails me, it'll be my villain origin story" that I'm currently FAR PAST the latter.

So with that being stated, I'm operating off of Wild Ass (Slasher) Theory 101 for this show aka

We've already met the killers and brother.

TLWR: Non is still alive. And it's all Dr. Sammon and Pit Babe's fault.

All the players are already on the board. We've seen all them in the first half, so now we are being reminded that we have seen them in the second half, like how the woman Keng was speaking to on the phone in episode seven about the money laundering was there in episode six.

And Perth's character was there too. (In the background in the purple/black jackets with the grey shirt)

So we've already met the brother somewhere in the first six episodes. Considering that two of those episodes were set in the past and Non would've noticed his brother, that means that we've seen the brother in the present.

We all keep stating White or Tan is Non's brother. There are some theories Perth is Non's brother, but he didn't notice him the gambling hall, and if the parents are really sending money to their gambling son then what is life?

White is my vote for final gay, and yours too. White is morally superior to the rest of the group and he is clever, which are two qualities a final girl must have. He also has a thin background story - he is dating Tee. Tan has no background story. He is simply everyone's friend who came along AFTER Non went missing; therefore, he is Non's brother.

And I think that Phi and Tan wanted the boys to confess to whatever they did to Non. Phi's dad was and perhaps still is a police chief. Tee's uncle is possibly going to jail, but wanted Non dead. Perth's character might be an uncovered reporter like the lady speaking to Keng was, and maybe, just maybe, the knowledge of what happened to Non could be of use to somebody beyond just Tan and Phi.

So scare the living shit out of the boys? Sure! Terrify the hell out of them? Of course! Maybe stab them a little bit here and there? Well, when in Rome (or the woods), do as the Romans do. Give them some hallucinogenics? Duh! Yet I don't think they intended to kill any of them (well, at least not until they got the confession).

But Por just had to run into the damn tree after seeing something in the camera.

Which caused Phi to ask Fluke how long he could keep Por alive since they planned to get that confession before the next vehicle arrived. But then Fluke cancelled their Uber.

White found the walkie-talkie that could be called for help. White found the gun that Fluke is now waving at everyone. White found the knife. White realized there was no cell phone service. White saw the tape. Pure and innocent White just keeps doing ALL the things that nobody asked him to do when WHITE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO EVEN BE THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!

But now we have Jin seeing Mr. Keng, and Fluke spilling all the tea as he screams that "these fuckers killed someone," so Tan is going to get what he came for one way or another, even if a couple of dead bodies have to be exchanged for him to finally hear what happened three years ago to his brother?

And all of this makes sense in my head. Tan and Phi just wanted a confession. They didn't want anyone to die. However, they couldn't control every aspect of this weekend plan and shit went off the rails. Por ran into a tree. Fluke got a gun. Their Uber was cancelled. And now they have to figure out how to finish this murder mystery party when half the participants are losing their effing minds.

But then there is Uncle Dang.

And our Troublesome Trio looked genuinely shooketh when they saw what had become of him.

In Wild Ass (Slasher) Theory 101, nothing is supernatural. The killer can be everywhere because there is more than one killer, and that's why I'm praying Non is still alive.

The boys made Non the killer. Jin said since Non wrote the killer, Non would understand him better than anyone else.

Uncle Dang died first in the original film. Por was the director who took Non's writing credit. Top was the next to die before he screamed "cut!" at everyone. Fluke was probably next after that. Tee replaced Non, so it would have been Tee and Jin in the end, and Jin was the original main character and final gay as he deserted Non in the woods.

Non is finishing his movie, the way he wrote it.

And this is where my crazy really kicks in.

Phi knows.

Por, Fluke, Tee, Top, and Jin did a very bad thing to Non and ALL have seen and heard something out there in the woods.

White is Tee's boyfriend. He came around after Non went missing. He has seen a rash on his skin.

Tan is probably Non's brother. He wants a confession, but Tan saw something in the house that scared him.

Phi has seen . . . nothing. Phi has heard . . . nothing. He knew how to work the security system. He keeps giving orders. He continues to state the killer is a person.

And he'll do anything for Non.

He was very upset at Non, but he did tell Non he'd forgive him . . . if Non got lost and died.

Por, Fluke, Tee, Top, and Jin couldn't decide if Non was missing or dead, and the mafia is sending death threats and putting hits out on Non, so perhaps Non took a note from Pit Babe's Charlie and died. Or maybe he took a note from a different Tan and died (after killing his boyfriend).

Dr. Sammon, the writer behind Manner of Death, and Pit Babe's writers are the writers for Dead Friend Forever. Pit Babe is based off a novel, but in the Venn Diagram of BLs in which someone fakes his death the overlap is very slim with Chains of Heart being the third, and surprisingly, the screen writer for that series also wrote the screenplay for Dr. Sammon's Make a Wish. The world is small.

So why not disappear? Why not fake his own death?

But also, why wait three years to show back up?

Because the main threat is neutralized and awaiting jail time, but maybe, just maybe, Non hasn't been completely quiet for three years.

Mr. Keng very well might have died from the mafia. He was warned to watch out knowing how dangerous investigating them could be.

But . . . what if somebody else killed him?

Like I wrote at the beginning, I'm being crazy about this show. Wanting Non to be alive is very wishful thinking, but in my mind, if anyone is attacking these boys, I want it to be him. Tan seems pissed, but the most he has done is (intentionally) lose Top in the woods, and Phi is busy protecting Jin (because he wants to save him for last?), so they might start demanding answers in all this chaos, but if Phi's boyfriend died like Pit Babe's Charlie, don't you think he'd be like Barbie and forgive his boyfriend if he came back into his life magically? And don't you think he'd be willing to help his boyfriend get revenge on all the boys who left him for dead, especially the one who is about to leave the country forever?

Because I think he would.

But, then again, Non could actually be dead and Jin could be a good guy who I keep incorrectly blaming for everything.

Because it wouldn't be the first time Dr. Sammon killed a gay.

But it would be the first time she kept him dead.

So is this gonna be like Director Tee & Co. finally skipping out on a time jump when I needed it the most in Hidden Agenda even though that's what he is known to do, or is Dr. Sammon and the Pit Babe crew going to stick to the game plan and raise the gay from the dead?

I guess I'll have to wait and see.

[ladyloveandjustice]

I felt like my faith in humanity was dying reading the tags on that Atla poll. Half of the hero team and one whole villain squad were women ffs, during a time when most shows still had on designated girl slot on the team, or maybe two for tomboy and girly girl.

"Being motherly is Katara's whole character" I see, I see

Wanting to master waterbending -> being a mom

being fed up with her own slow progress and lashing out -> being a mom

stealing back a cultural heirloom in spite of the consequences -> being a mom

taking on two waterbending masters and defeating one with their own technique -> being a mom

standing up for the oppressed and exploited -> being a mom

ecoterrorism -> being a mom

suggesting a kiss between herself and Aang and being offended by his idiotic reply -> being a mom

having big and impotant battles in all three season finales -> being a mom

lmao about the ecoterrorism you're so right and she was so right for doing it.

Yeah there was a tag that Katara's entire character was "being a Mom and her trauma" which again, I think it just straight up misogyny disguised as feminism. I've never heard anyone say "all there is to Zuko is his trauma" despite the narrative spending so much more time on him grappling with it.

Why is it when it's a female character, having trauma and exploring that trauma is a bad thing? Katara's pain and anger and hatred and grief is just as important as a male character's, but instead it gets dismissed and used as a point to get her. When it's a male character, it's "complexity" but when it's her she's a stereotype. The fact her trauma was taken seriously, that she got mad and wanted revenge and was terrifying when she attempted revenge in a way that was usually reserved for male characters is actually really important to me! There are so so many male characters that have this kind of trauma and it makes them cool and angsty and badass.

(lmao now I'm imagining someone saying "all there is to Batman is being a dad and his trauma". Why have we never heard that. god the misandry).

That's all there is to her character? Like what about her staunch commitment to justice and desire to put herself on the line to help anyone in trouble without caring about the consequences? What about her constant stubborn rage and desire to challenge the establishment? What about her resistance to sexism and willingness to challenge tradition? Her tendency to hold massive grudges? Her desire to make fun of her brother every chance she gets? Her passion for honing her waterbending and commitment to her craft? Her desire to fight and get better at fighting? as you said, her intense jealousy when Aang catches on to waterbending better than she did, to the point where she lashes out at him (she's clearly momming him there SUCH a Mom)? Her anger at her father for leaving her and her brother behind? I could go on.

"she and toph are not as complex as aang and zuko" no you just care about them more. Skill issue. (love how poor Sokka gets left out).

TBH I do think "The Runaway" exaggerated her motherliness (and in framing her as a wet blanket. she LOVES having fun and committing crimes. Though you could argue her concern there had to do with the gravity of what they were about to do and the possibility of getting caught, which is what she emphasized rather than it being "wrong" (i mean it was wrong. but Katara didn't seem to care lmao). if anything it was ooc for Sokka to be so into it considering his earlier commitment to the schedule and previous disapproval of theft.) But it also made the point she was very much forced into this role at a way-too-young age as a result of absent parents.

And she, notably, RESENTS that. One of the first things we learn about her is she resents that! She screams at Sokka that she's sick of keeping the family together, sick of doing his laundry, that how she's treated is sexist...it's not something she enjoys, and that makes sense! in the Big Joel comments I saw a lot of comments related to how she's parentified (using that specific term).

I don't think her love and protectiveness of others falls under being a mom, btw. There are plenty of times she acts as a peer to the others, or is even the immature one in the situation. Especially in the first season, where Sokka really had the role of the wet blanket (he was kind of parentified too, fandom just doesn't really focus on that. It just manifests in a different way because he was asked to be "the man of the house". His early sexism, his need to be in control, the way he often chides Aang and Katara for goofing off, his (sometimes very justified) paranoia about things going wrong and hyper vigilance about protecting the group and keeping them on task ,those are all things that partly come from thinking he has to assume a parental role imo). It is an established part of her personality but every time she looks after someone or holds the team together is not "being a mom".

If you want to see a Katara that's entirely defined by her trauma (her anger left out) and relationships with men, just go watch the netflix show or the movie. You'll notice the difference!

Well i just really went on a rant there. But I do deeply love Katara and she's my favorite and fandom misunderstands her so much. As much as I was talking about the atmosphere of 2005, I think there's something much more insidious about dismissing female characters but dressing it up as "feminist critique".