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syubub · 3 years

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May 13th Reading

Definitely long awaited and way bigger than I intended it to be so buckle up.

Funky disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and not to be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards!

Oh boy. The continuation of yoongis soulmate saga.

(Note frome future me: it's not proofread but I'm hungry. Sorry for mistakes!)

So so so so

Let's start.

I started with all the normal jazz. Connecting with his energy and shit. Same as usual same old same old. Platform= same same. I was like, "hey, let's talk about your soulmate and the whole may 13th shit" and we connected via energy stringy thing to the forehead and such. I was intresting bc my end of the string was kinda my energy color! Neato. Looks like some rest has really done me good!

Okay, here's where I start actually asking shit. I made notes at this point before the reading as I usually do. I'm just gonna insert the screen shot here.

The 14 thing really fucked me up. You'll see later. Also, when I got the whole Pisces Jupiter thing I had to do me some googling bc we established that Jupiter went into Pisces ON May 13th so I was like?? Am I missing something?

I was. I forgot that it goes retrograde and then co.es back to Pisces on December 28th. And I do indeed think it to be significant.

The shit about temperance makes a lot of sense. In yoongis first soulmate read I flipped my shit bc he was like, "You're gonna get temperance reverse" in regards to a card for his soulmate and I was like "pft whatever. Don't play me like that"

And then I got temperance reverse. It's been a significant card from the jump.

I asked him if he had any advice for his soulmate and that's what "Don't wait for big things, you'll miss the small ones that lead you to bigger things" and "Look for facts before assuming" and "Don't try pushing it, forcing it won't make sense" and "A spade is a spade/ ace is an ace" and "Don't make ill informed guesses" all were

Now this part:

"Union has happened , yet to on the physical"

Gave me some hints thankfully because he straight up said no more hints.

This ties back into the whole Jupiter thing too. The seeds are/ have been planted and now they have to grow before they can be harvested.

Well Mr. Yoongi, I'm impatient and I don't want to wait. I want to see you in love pronto.

Anyways

He showed me a little dream box/ trinket box looking thing and a super vague Keychain with no further explanation... so... there's that I guess.

I can't quite decide if "Don't make ill informed guesses" was a tongue-in-cheek pike at me or if it was genuine advice to his soulmate? He just loves to not explain things.

Now let's begin the monster read.

So. The first row of cards

I asked the question, "what the fuck was May 13th and what was it's purpose in regards to your connection"

Important is what it was lol. I interpret this as them finding their footing and this being the starting point of the genuine foundation being layer. Like they've been manifesting eachother for a while but May 13th marked the start of them making the real life changes in their actual lives that will be the set up for them meeting.

The seven of coins is about thoughtful planning and creating security/ stable plan. The tower is essentially ripping away anything and everything that was built on unstable foundation and challenging/ testing your character (an extremely rude awakeing if you will). Judgement is releasing the past so you can rise above it and confronting yourself as you are (Also legit awakening) the queen of coins is financial security and self confidence in your abilities. Ten of coins is prosperity and abundance and most of all, stability. Eight of wands is explosion of potential and rapid movement. Temperance is awareness and balance between physical and spiritual. It's also that quiet peace where you find balance.

So. Seeing all those cards it really does seem like maybe his soulmate took on something new that could lead straight to union? Same for yoongi. I'd like to analyze and recent or new-ish habits or hobbies he's picked up?

Moving right along though. I asked what the 13th did for each of them in their personal life and personal journey. Kinda like what came as a result of that energy? Let's start with yoongles

This was really intresting to me. I think he definitely gained some form of clarity about the situation with that sun card. The 5 of cups tells me that either he was kinda forced to confront some of his flaws in a way that he was trying to avoid or he had to consciously let go of something dear to him? Could be something he had to leave behind because it crumbled with the tower moment but he didn't see it coming or didn't know that it was time to part with it? With that queen of wands though fits beautifully with the sun! Its like he's found warmth after a long winter. Definitely found a spark of compassion and generosity from a place of happiness and love rather than anger, fear, obligation or pitty.

I asked for clarity cards/ anything else that may 13th signified bringing in and we got the 2 of cups and 10 of swords. I have two thoughts. Either he let go of a relationship that he was already in because he didn't feel as though they were particularly compatible anymore (Also ties into the above section) OR the 13th had made him very much consciously aware of his soulmates incoming status and he is now preparing and working on himself for when this person comes. The 10 of swords would be him releasing the past and the pain and any ill fitting behavior that don't vibe with him any longer. Yellow really seems to be working for him by the way.

Soulmate time

Lol. All signs point to his soulmate genuinely starting a new venture. New creative pursuit that will bring them good money. 10 of pentacles is abundance, prosperity and stability. The ace of wands is a new creative spark and passion and it's the first big steps into something new. The 2 of wands is "the world is in the palm of your hands" vibes. Choices need to be made swiftly and with the ace of wands I think they will be. With the heirophant too, it will be a well informed decision because they've been manifesting this and has been searching for all the possible information.

As for clarity, we have the moon. Damn. Soulmates been doing that shadow work. Dredging up all their bullshit and getting rid of it while still taking the time to sit with it and release it so nothing is unresolved. Also probably extra creative due to all the emotional baggage being thrown out. (Definitely helping with the ace of wands vibes tbh)

Now for the bad boys in the middle

The question I asked is what those individual changes (detailed in the last two sections) will bring for the bond and I just can with them. These fuckers. I am so invested in their love story bc it's so... them? And just so fucking ROMANTIC. UGH I CAN'T.

Back to the point. High priestess, 4 of wands and the lovers. The high priestess is deep knowing and insane intuition, the 4 of wands is the purest joy and marriage and the lovers is well, the lovers.a magical union.

FUCK DUDE I NEED THIS TO BE A ROMCOM.

For the row of bottom cards

I asked if they had anything at all to add so I'm gonna explain each card individually bc I think they could be individual tid bits of shit.

Knight of coins is good news about finances/ money looking promising and organized work (also dependability!!). Death is all about transformation, the beginning of a new chapter and accepting in order to move foward. Ace of coins is spiritual and material abundance and also a reminder to keep grounded. Page of swords is confidence, important news coming and really good insight! Roots out secrets or hidden things like a truffle pig. The star is promising potential, healing and guidance from an enexpected place. The two of cups is a soul connection, love, intuition especially in regards to another person and a good bind. The emperor is self awareness, foresight, fearlessness to achieve a goal and confidence. Eight of coins rev is poor discipline and skating by on low effort.

Now to the sides!

Yoongi is the left, soulmate is the right.

So, let's begin with yoongi. The first two cards are anything he wants to say to his soulmate. Wheel of fortune and three of swords reverse. I take this as "its all in divine time/ it's destiny" (wheel of fortune) and "trust your intuition. It's okay to get hurt, you just need to remember you can always pick yourself up" (3of swords rev.)

We have now cards that I asked what he was learning through this process/ in this time. Be positive and first step.

The last two cards are affirmations he wants to give his soulmate.

"When I introduce joy to a situation, I change the vibrational frequency of what's happening around me" and "directing my focus onto what's thriving creates more of what I want"

Now for soulmates cards (same structure)

Strength and eight of swords. "You're stronger than you think. Take every part of yourself and acknowledge it. You're a force to be reckoned with" (strength) and (soulmate snapped at him on this) "the only thing holding you captive is you."

Now we have peer pressure (I think soulmate is learning to say "fuck you" and "fuck off" to people who have a set idea of how everyone should be living their lives), emotional healing and open your arms to receiving.

Then we have "its good to feel good" (lol I feel like yoongi definitely needs this one) and "when I connect to the spiritual realm, I open the door to recieve divine guidance, clear direction, and great wisdom"

The last stretch my friends.

So. Completion, leave behind the things that no longer serve you. Exist in the present and don't keep mulling over the past or any future happenings. Magic, pay attention to the magic around you. Listen for the signs of the universe and take them as they come (essentially listen to divine guidance) . Be open minded but logical as well. Luminous warrior, try focusing on the good in yourself instead of berating yourself for every small flaw. Spiritual path, self explanatory. The blade, your power can be a weapon when used willy nilly (most often wounding the wielder) or it can heal. Don't fear it but also consider how you choose to utilize it. The give away, be greaful for the sake of being greatful for it, not because you want something in return. The rain maker, manifestation station. Create with the tools you have because you have everything you need in order to manifest. "Don't take life personally"

Now we have heaven sent.

""Let yourself be helped" assistance is coming your way so act on it and say yes"

" This Oracle also comes with the message that you are to trust in the things that you feel and say to others without knowing why. It moves them. You might not understand, but through trust you are allowing yourself not to overthink and censor yourself. As such you are able to become a vessel through which the spiritual gift can be passed on to others. Don't block yourself. Let life happen through you. Only benefit can come from this."

And free from judgment, free to love

" If you have been asking life for a solution to a specific difficulty you have been having, this Oracle comes with the message that a solution is in gestation right now. This situation is already being sorted out and the resolution will come to fruition very soon. Hold tight and wait for the eminent birth of that resolution."

" This Oracle also brings you a message about love. You may find that you are loving, or soon will love, in a different way. You may worry about this love, given that it defies what you have known or been taught about love. Perhaps you are becoming able to love another tremendously, even though you don't have much of a personal relationship with them. You might question if this love is real. It is real Kama it is just happening at a different level to the love and attachment you experience when you are involved in a personal relationship with someone. It is not more or less, it is just a different facet of love. It may be that you are opening up to love the planet and her creatures, including the animals, the ocean dwelling life, your own body, the trees and so on, more than before period you may feel passionately purposeful about giving your time and energy to causes that protect and nurture the Earth and her creatures. You are affirmed in this love too. The universal mother is operating through you to nurture life. She will support you in your work, so that you can continue To come from love and not become drained, depleted or lost in despair or fear of futility. Instead, you will be energised and expanded by your dedicated service to life."

" Finally, this Oracle has a message for those who may be feeling alone or lonely in a need of greater nurturing from others. You are asked to stop, relax, centre and settle into your body to feel your connection with life itself. The air in your lungs is the same as the air that moves through the trees. The water in your blood is the same water that fills the oceans and is moved by the phases of the moon. The flesh of your body is the same substance as the body of the Earth itself. The heat in your digestive system is the same fire and heat as that from the Sun. Feel this connection, then do something nice for another without agenda. Make a donation, even if just a small one, smile, say a prayer, sent out a good thought or make a wish for another. That's it. You have connected to life again and in doing so, life can connect with you. And so it shall.

And that's all for the cards but but but.

Someone (either my guide or yoongi) was like, "do a song. Do a song. Do a song." And I was like, "oki doki, sounds good.

So I asked what numbers I should try refreshing and then it hit me. The number 14 came up before the reading and it seemed a bit misplaced? So I did 14 shuffles and look what popped up

You gotta be fucking with me.

Istg these fools will actually be the death of me dude. Euphoria is so romantic and I lowkey feels like it describes a bit of what their bond must be like.

YOONGGGIIII

Anyway,

I came back to the platform to be like, "thanks homie" and it was weird bc he was practically pure energy? Like usually I visualize his energy as what his physical body looks like because it's easier to comprehend? But nope, he was just a big shimmery glob of energy.

As I was going to disconnect, a few things happened. I felt tingly and the platform was vibrating almost? So I was like, "hold on, what the fuck is this?"

And then

It hit me

"MIN YOONGI IS YOUR SOULMATE HERE??"

I could tell this fuckin asshole was smug even in his blue glob form.

The color was... blue like yoongi but also a light lavender/ pink kinda vibe. Pretty damn distinct.

I was so stoked and I thought we'd all get to chat and I could yell at his soulmate for being an elusive asshat

But Mr smug butt had different plans.

My dude dropped a little marble thing in my hand and I was like ??? And he was like, "you'll know when you need it" and I was like ?????

My guide took pity on me and said, "it's just a representation on information that you've been given but it isn't the proper time to unpack it yet"

Cool cool so like and energetic zip file that will release itself whenever it damn well pleases? Cool cool cool.

(Asshole)

Anyway, I genuinely think that my excitement of this whole situation must somehow also influence how yoongis energy handles my prodding? Like what the fuck is this marble bullshit?

To top it all off, he gives me a friendly shove off of his platform.

Thanks, buddy.

Now we are here. And as always, I'm left with more questions.

My main take away is that amay 13th through July 28th will be all the foundation and ground work and December 28th 2021 through May 10th (11th? 9th?) 2022 will be a more likely time for physical union and actual relationship stuffs.

Anyone who knows more about astrology please feel free to chime in on this whole Jupiter in Pisces bit! My understanding is super surface level!!

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That was a big boi and now my thumbs hurt real bad. Hope you were entertained by the chaos.

#bts #bts tarot #bts reactions #yoongi #bts imagines #bts readings #yoongi imagine #bts suga #min suga #suga #min yoongi

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sleeping-lilies · 3 years

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Title: I Get Tim a Cat Because It’s What He Deserves (oh and i guess a group chat 🙄)

a batfam/wayne family groupchat would literally never happen in canon but it would be so fucking funny you all don’t even know, so i will do it anyways.

the chat just kinda... starts. no one know where it came from. who added them. who??? none of their emotionally stunted asses would be caught dead making making a family chat tf? why can’t any of them leave? they smash their phones and then on their laptop a notification pops up like “you’ve joined ‘x’ group” and they’re stuck there. might as well use it ig, but for what???

“everyone who is alive type ‘i’” no one responds so bruce spends hours trying to find out where their bodies are until he finds out everyone just had the chat on mute

“why isn’t alfred on here” “huh. alfred isn’t on here and no one knows who made the chat?” “so whoever made it just left immediately?” “...” “lol anyways”

tim was trying to send a snap to the core four gc but accidentally sent it to the family chat and gets super embarrassed (of course this happens when everyone’s online why wouldn’t they if it makes tim’s life more difficult) and everyone makes fun of him. duke printed out copies and plastered them all over tim’s apartment while tim was out for something and tim nearly murders duke. after that no one puts the chat on mute because this was too funny.

no one actually, like, texts on a regular basis because they’re not like other families 🙄 they only text if it’s really important or someone’s dying.

that’s being said, “dick where is dog” “send doggy” “dog?” “send doggy” “dick when did you get a dog?” “SEND DOGGY” “i demand you send the dog this instant” “dog now.”

damian breaks into dick’s apartment to take a selfie with him and haley (or bitewing, haley is just shorter to type) captioned “she is mine this is a warning to all of you. i will not hesitate if any of you low lives come near her.” and dick is like “??? this is my dog i can’t have anything these days, siblings take everything, man—” oh ya, everyone reacts to the haley photo with a heart. also dick only lets this shit slide with damian, if jason the problem child pulled this shit it would be on sight lmfaooo

- tim: the dog is cute but, but in photography i learned you have to crop out everything unimportant, like this *crops out damian from the photo*

- in other news, tim joined the dead bats club and now only bruce and duke are left 😃🔪

bruce: check in if you are alive. *everyone’s status is online*

u don’t know about y’all, but my bruce wayne is a responsible father who keeps an eye on his kids, or at least does his best, “has anyone seen duke? he has school and i can’t find him” “i will find him... if you give me $50.” “i will give you the money jason just tell me where he is” jason sends a photo of himself and duke laying down on the floor eating pop tarts.

-“literally why do you all keep coming into my apartment” “our apartment, dick” “i pay for this apartment it’s mine, i keep living in blüdhaven for a reason, god, siblings always steal everything that’s your’s—” it’s ok guys dick simultaneously has eldest daughter’s syndrome and absent sibling syndrome, who is doing it like him? legend behavior. anyways, duke and jason left crumbs on the floor and dick beat them up lmao.

“can i have money” “dad” (theyre sent by same person just different text) “yes cass i will sent you as much as you need, $2,000 is enough for shipping with friends?” “dad can i have money too” “dad can i too” “may i have some too dad” “dad” “dad” fhdjdjsks they only call him dad when they’re dying, want something, or are tattling on each other, someone save him 😩

“@everyone the interviewer in the last segment asked me if we have a family chat and i have a feeling they will try to pry into my texts to see what we are texting, please actually send something so they don’t get even more nosy from our lack of communicating” *someone sends the bee movie script*

ok but like, as time goes on they get more comfy texting each other and acting like a normal(ish) family unit that texts a little more. like tattling.

“someone broke the vase in the hallway and if they don’t want me to tell pennyworth who did it they will buy alfred the cat a new scratching post by nightfall” damian is so funny i love him

“HELPPVHRNXKAK” “what’s up with jason?” “cass is sitting on him” “lol” “i think she’s gonna break his arm fhdjdksk” “ANDBSJ I HAT E YO U A LL” “when did you all come to the manor???”

“😂” bruce vs “lol” dick and cass vs “agdhsjak” tim and duke vs “hA” jason vs “i don’t find any of you funny” damian

“damian i am putting your lemon cake pop thingies in the last bottom shelf on the right, i put the code and everything in the safe” “how often does damian even come to your apartment, dick?” “whenever you’re being an asshole bruce” “he’s always an asshole dickhead 🙄” “exactly 🥰”

“dad guess what” “TIM NOOO” “remember when” “TIM TIM TIM” “you told duke to take the day shift” “I WILL NEVER POST YOUR SNAP PHOTOS TO A GROUPCHAT WITH THE ENTIRE SUPERHERO COMMUNITY AGAIN!!!” “and he agreed to if he did his school work first?” “MERCY, MERCY” “what did he do, tim” “fjdjxkskkz duke goes on school zoom meetings during patrol and pretends he doesn’t have a mic and camera and i was watching his helmet footage and it was so funny, the teachers just believe him when he pretends to have really bad network and can barely type in the chat” “my teachers never trusted me that much” “that’s because you made a kid cry once jason stfu” “wait how did u know that cass—“

“AHDBSNZKAJHF” “stfu duke” “what’s wrong with him where is he?” “cain came to visit” “ohhhh” “FHDJFJDJ HELLPPPXSND” “i know you’re taking a video, you little shit, send it” “no todd come here and take one yourself—or don’t, your presence is unwanted” “fucking brat”

“DAD DICK HIT ME” “DAD JASON’S LYING” *bruce wayne online* (he doesn’t fucking respond fhsjskla) (is it because he’s exasperated with them or crying because they called him dad even though it’s a manipulation tactic or both we’ll never know)

“everyone who is alive, type in chat” *everyone is online* then bruce edits the message to say ‘everyone who wants alfred’s cinnamon rolls, type in chat’ “i guess NO ONE wants alfred’s cinnamon rolls, how sad” and the entire chat goes wild lmfao

ok uhhh let’s do on a scale of 1-10 texts most vs is online the most

bruce: 6-texting, 5.9-online because he always makes an effort to text his kids to check up on them and when his kids are texting he will text as well here and there in the convo to interact with them because he never sees and interacts with them normally and he wants to do better 🥲. he get’s minus 0.1 because of that one time jason and dick were fighting and he logged off agdhsjnz

dick: 3-texting, 3.5-online because he’s the only one in this hellhole of a family that has an actual job (in this house we uphold gymnastics teacher grayson 🙏) and sometimes he won’t have energy to text. so. but he does make an effort when he can. he’s online more than he texts because he’s able to sneak looks at the fights when he has downtime during his job and wants to see the drama lmfaooo. also everything goes on in his fucking apartment for some reason, so now he gotta break up a (one sided) fight between cass and tim because someone has to be a responsible adult.

cass: 2-texting, 10-online because she watches more than she texts? she’s more content to watch what’s going on than to join in. also 8/10 she’s usually the one causing the drama that everyone’s texting about, like beating up the others, so she can’t text while beating them up. i mean she could, but she wants to put more energy in beating them up (lovingly) (cass is basically violence (loving)) and watching what everyone’s saying about her fights. she’s always online to catch a glimpse at the drama. also most of her texts are to dick to see bitewing. and ask for money.

jason: texting-8, online-4 because if cass is the one causing drama offline, jason’s causing drama online. jason wants to be chat cryptic but texts the most lmfaoooo. he’s antagonizing his siblings whenever he sees them and whenever he can’t, king shit. he’s online less because he deadass doesn’t care that much, he’ll read the texts later if he really wants to, otherwise either duke or tim will fill him in on the drama. (“jason ur in the chat too—“ “shut up, tim, now tell me how cass beat damian’s ass)

tim: texting-6.44444, online-10, see tim texts a lot just not to the family group chat lmfao, he has REAL FRIENDS 😤 uhh ya, that’s why he’s online all the time, cuz he’s either texting his friends or on his phone doing some shit. broke: tim stays up late working on cases, woke: tim stays up late texting his friends and playing video games over chat. tim just. interacts with his family, gets bullied by them, ya. that’s the life. also he and duke keep throwing hands because it’s the family curse to beat up tim and in this essay i will discuss how dick is the superior sibling because he never tried to kill tim—wait he probably pushed him down the stairs once nvm but it was totally justified, king

duke: texting-4, online-4 because he has, like, school. and daytime patrol. and is like a junior in high school and therefore has a fuck ton of homework. my boy has no time for family and he doesn’t want it because they’re annoying, obviously 🙄. if he wants drama he’ll go into damian’s room and get the drama. diy icon. he’s online as much as he texts but is so fast of a reader he’ll know the drama in time for the next episode of wayne family shit. most of his time online is picking fights with tim and roasting his siblings to a crisp. he’s so mean, guys, legend has it that one time duke told jason that his helmet looked like a shriveled up dildo and that it could never be the gay statement he wanted it to be jason went offline for that entire day in order to cry himself to sleep. at least he got sleep (allegedly) ayyy duke the problem solver.

damian: texting-1.5, online 2 because the only time he’s texting is to ask dick for photos of bitewing and to send photos of his pets back as proper payment. a negotiator ugghhh father like son. damian honestly doesn’t care about the drama he just wants to sketch bitewing (using the photos dick sent as reference) into the Family Portrait Sketch™️ of the rest of the Animal Family™️. it is an honor for damian to create such a piece, picasso the women hater quakes in his grave as such art that blows his dog shit “art” FAR out of the water is developing. anyways, he goes online for that and to throw random barbs at his siblings. like no one is online and damian just throws a “drake is stupid” in chat and just dips. he’s online more to text the other teen titans and jon because they’re better than his dumbass family (and he texts grayson on messenger so fhdjdjsks) true chat cryptic, jason envies him

alfred: 0-texting, 10-online. huh who said that

“duke take down the tik toks, tim is crying”

“who has my sweatshirt??? i will kill you all” “i have it jason” “nvm cass that’s your sweatshirt now i’m sorry for being presumptuous don’t aTTACK ME” fhdjdjsks

“guys i have the day off do you want to hear when delilah said to jonathon it’s so funny” “are those the kids in your gymnastics class?” “ya” “tell us everything”

the bats just... love hearing drama about those kids because they’re so dramatic. apparently alex threw a rubber ball at maya and she tackled them. wild.

time for a round of: WHO SAID IT?!?!

“how do i make my text bold like the rest of you?” —bruce, dick, cass, and jason at some point.

“how do i change my screen name? please change it back to before” -cass when tim changed her name to “hal jordon #1 stan” (“what is a stan” —bruce), (“i don’t like it either change it back” —bruce after finding out what a stan is)

“what the fuck is a pog” —jason

“fucking ‘tik tok’. we used to use vine when i was a teen. i was a front line soldier of great disasters” —dick on one hand lmfao dick is so old but on the other hand holy shit you used vine??? tell us more about the battles fought

“what is a dilf?” —bruce after scrolling through twitter

ok that’s all, my brain is gone.

“cass dick is turning purple get off him” “no. make him give me my scarf back.” “oh dad that’s terrible can you send a video as evidence?”

“GUYS I FOUND A CAT AND IT SCRATCHED ME AND IM GOING TO THE HOSPITAL BUT GUYS!!! CAT!!!” “drake send a photo of the cat immediately” lmfao bruce zooms to the hospital after that text

“GUYS THE CAT HAS AN OWNER I CANT KEEP THE CAT 🥲” “the one time you could prove to be of use and you fail, drake.” “wow tim, find a cat to steal without an owner next time” “timmy, timmy, timmy, i can’t believe you’ve messed up in finding a cat again” “again?” “again?” “again?” “when i adopt a cat i’m not showing any of you, i hate you all” (lmao hard version of guess who is who i’ll give you a hint dick cass and bruce are the confused ones. )ok it’s not hard anymore.

“dad please get me a cat 😳🐱 haha jk 🤣😩 unless 👀😏😃🙏🥰” anyways tim named the cat starry because of her fur-hair-thingy

“they just so you all know steph just crashed in my apartment and i have work in the morning” “i will pick her up in the morning” “you mean tim will, you don’t have a license, cass. anyways”

“dick do you need help moving?” “no, bruce, i think i can handle it, donna and wally are helping me anyways, but thank you” “mOVING???” “OUT OF YOUR APARTMENT???” “DICK THAT SAME APARTMENT ON 666 HELLHOLE AVENUE???” “...ya?” “NOOOOO” anyways they all break into dick’s new apartment when he moves in, walk around it, and then leave. they just... ya... damn, these bats...

anyways that’s all. see ya.

#dbsjxjjs the batkids just have an attachment to dick’s apartment #the batkids: sir thats my emotional support apartment you can’t just move #fuck you all damian is very well versed in internet culture he just chooses to not use it #dick was around in the time of VINE. YALL.#the fact that dick is the only one with like a normal job fjsjsks #he’s the only one that does his taxes too besides bruce #bruce trying his best and that’s all i will accept. i love him.#jason: wannabe cryptic vs damian: cryptic king.#cass just. beats up her brothers because she can. she deserves it too.#tim deserves nice things so i gave him a cat.#duke is so funny i love him.#he’s like “time to fuck up tim’s life again heheheh”#duke is literally 16? a teen? he’s mean by default thats it #dc comics #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #cassandra cain #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #featuring those damn gymnastics kids 😩#mine

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funkymbtifiction · 3 years

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hey, me again (the person you typed as SFP). Thanks for your respond. First of all; you are certainly right about me using fi-te, thats actually i am quiet sure about by now (even though i had some trouble seeing myself as a feeler at first because it is usually described that feelers are in general more empathic and i can assure you no person i know would ever use the word "empathic" to describe me)...

You sound like an NP in what you wrote here, yes.

Fi's appear stoic on the outside, but are a swarm of specific emotions on the inside. They are self-referencing; if something doesn't ignite an emotional response in them, they don't care and aren't particularly sympathetic from "the outside," hence why people call them "cold." But they are very easily insulted, if they're INFPs. Much more so than an ENFP, who will consider it through Ne/Te more often than Fi.

#question

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Flight 18

Summary: Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul. You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat. Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

Wordcount: 9500 ish. This was only supposed to be a small drabble, but I got carried away.

Warnings: Sex sex sex! Oral sex for everybody. Finger banging. Penis in vagina. Sex with strangers! Sex in a bathroom so if you are germ phobic, good luck with that. Also, dirty talking vulgarity galore.

Notable: It’s Hoseok y’all! So you can stop nagging me about how I don’t have any Hobi fics!

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“See something you like?” The man sitting across from you at the boarding gate stretched out his hands and spread his knees further apart, as if inviting you to take a closer look.

“I… I’m sorry. I was just zoning out. I didn’t even realize I was looking in your direction,” you lied.

“Uh-huh. Sure. Tell yourself whatever you need to, “ he replied with a smirk.

You ignored him, raising the book you had been reading higher, covering your face in an attempt to hide your embarrassment. The truth was you had been staring, but not because you were attracted. Instead you were appalled that anyone would show up to an airport dressed like that.

This guy, whoever he was, had shown up to the airport wearing shorts that appeared to be nothing more than a pair of gray sweats that had been cut off at the knees and a denim jacket that he had only bothered to use two buttons to close. He had on no shirt underneath and with his jacket being barely closed, a large portion of his upper chest and his abdomen were visible. His sweat-shorts were hung low on his hips to make sure the waistband of his Balenciaga underwear was visible for all to see. A hat kept his hair completely covered -- the only modest thing about him.

To think that guy would presume that you might be looking at him because you found him attractive was laughable. He looks like the kind of guy who got kicked out of his apartment for not paying rent. Probably couldn’t afford rent because he wasted all his money on stupid designer underwear. His landlord probably kept the rest of his wardrobe as collateral.

You stifled a laugh, amused by your own thoughts on why this stranger showed up to the airport looking like that. Attracted to him? As if.

Peeking over the top of your book to surreptitiously glance at the man again, you were relieved to see his eyes were closed. His arms were folded across his chest, causing his jacket to ride up some more, bringing his belly button into view. So tacky, you thought. Although, you had to admit to yourself, it was a nice belly button on a very nice abdomen… No, you shook your head, it doesn’t matter how nice his body is when this guy clearly has no sense of propriety.

Ladies and Gentlemen, we will now begin pre-boarding for Flight 18 to Inchon International Airport, South Korea…

You gathered your things and moved with the throng of people queuing up to board the plane. The flight had already been delayed by more than an hour and people seemed anxious to move as quickly as possible. Normally you would dread the 13 hour flight from Los Angeles to Seoul, but you had saved enough frequent flyer miles to get an upgrade to business class. You had taken this flight too many times in the noisy and cramped economy class and you were almost looking forward to relaxing in your extra long fully reclining seat with personal multimedia console and full bar service.

The business class cabin had wide seats staggered so as to allow some semblance of privacy. The center aisle had side by side seating separated by a low wall with a retractable window, allowing for traveling companions to chat or for strangers to put the window up and avoid interaction with each other. You were disappointed to see you had one of the center aisle seats instead of the single seats by the windows -- but took comfort that the wall between you and your neighbor meant that you wouldn’t be trapped in some idle chit chat for 13 hours.

You were struggling to get your carry on luggage into the overhead compartment when you heard a voice, “You aren’t a stalker, are you?”

With a final shove, your bag slid into place and you looked across your seat to see the man who would be sitting next to you for the flight. It’s was mister half-dressed-Balenciaga-underwear himself.

“Excuse me?” you asked.

“I asked if you were a stalker. First I catch you staring at me and now you’re sitting next to me… Look. I’m happy to give you an autograph or whatever, but I need to know you aren’t going to be one of those people who tries to take pictures of me while I’m asleep,” he said with a straight face.

“Is this some kind of joke? Why would anyone take pictures of you when you sleep?”

He looked at you inquisitively, one eyebrow cocked upward, and paused before replying. “So, you don’t know who I am?”

You tilted your head to the side, trying to see him from a different angle. “Am I supposed to know who you are? Are you famous or something?”

He thrust his hands in his pockets, causing his shorts to ride even lower on his hips, and shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I’m not famous enough if you don’t know me. Sorry to have interrupted you, please carry on.” With that, he plopped down in his seat and pulled a pair of headphones out of his bag, indicating the time for talking was now over.

You were left a bit flustered by the interaction. What a weird guy, you thought to yourself, hoping that this would be the last time you had to speak to him. You settled into your seat and closed your eyes as you awaited take-off but, despite your best efforts, your mind started to drift to thoughts of the man seated next you. What is this guy’s deal? Is he actually famous or is he just screwing with me? He is kind of good looking. But he’s so brash. He’d have to be brash to dress like that in public. Tacky. Tacky and brash… and a bit good looking.

“Would you like a drink, madam?” The flight attendant interrupted your thoughts to take your order.

“I’ll just have some water for now, thanks.”

“That sounds good,” the man next to you lowered the window that separated you to more easily speak to the attendant. “Only can you make mine a soda water? And add some vodka in there with it?”

“Yes, sir.” The attendant giggled, finding the way he ordered cute. You just rolled your eyes.

When the attendant returned, she handed you a small bottle of water and then reached across you to pass your neighbor his vodka and soda. You waited for a minute, assuming he would put the window back up, but when he didn’t -- you leaned forward to reach the button to put it up yourself only to be startled by his head suddenly popping through the opening.

“You really don’t know who I am?” He was leaning forward over the armrest, encroaching on your private space.

“I’m sorry, I really don’t. Is that a problem?” You wondered at this man’s ego.

He flashed a wide smile. “No. It’s actually great. It means when you were staring at me back at the boarding gate, it was because you were attracted to me and not because you were looking at a celebrity.” His eyes wandered across your body, making no attempt to hide that he was looking you up and down. “You aren’t too bad looking yourself, you know.”

You were agitated by his assumptions and blurted out the first thing that came to your mind, “You aren’t even wearing a shirt! How could I not look? Who dresses like that in public?!”

“So you’re more into my body than my face? That’s okay. I can work with that.” He winked at you before leaning back into his own seat and raising the window.

Stunned into silence, you stared at the barrier that separated the two of you. You could only see his hat poking up above the retractable window and you contemplated snatching it off his head and beating him with it. How could anyone be so audacious to say something like that?

You tried to read your book, but your focus kept being pulled back to the stranger in the seat next to you. What does he mean that he “can work with that”? You turned the page and squinted, reading the same paragraph multiple times in a row because you could not get the words to make sense. Also, who asked him for his opinion on my appearance. “Not that bad?” Whatever. I know what I look like. And he’d be lucky to be with someone like me.

Reading was pointless, so you plugged in your earphones and turned on the video console, flipping through the channels looking for something mindless to watch. You tried watching a movie, but your mind continued to wander. Seriously, who is that guy? Was he flirting with me? Is that what’s going on here? He is kinda cute in a dirty obnoxious sort of way.

You could feel your cheeks start to flush at the thought that the stranger could really be attracted to you and then immediately admonished yourself. Stop it! I always do this. Just because a guy is overly confident and shows the slightest bit of interest, I don’t need to be flattered. But, against all your efforts to maintain your composure, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought that this guy, even with all his arrogance and poor fashion choices, might be a little bit into you.

A few hours into the flight, the meal service began. When the attendant brought you your dinner, the guy in the seat next to you lowered the window again and looked at your tray of food.

“What did you end up ordering?” he asked without any preamble.

“I got the fish.” You answered curtly, but politely.

“I got the beef,” he answered you even though you had not bothered to ask him what he was eating. “I was thinking about the fish but I’ve had enough bad experiences with low quality airplane seafood to make me think twice about ordering it again. Is it any good?”

“It’s fine.” You refused to look at him as you answered his questions, not wanting to encourage him further.

“Can I try a bite?”

You set your fork on your plate, irritated at his rudeness. Who asks people they don’t know for the food off their plate? You turned to tell him that his request for a bite would be denied, when you once again given an unexpected shock. “Oh my god! Will you please button up? I can see your nipples!”

“Oh? Hmmm. I didn’t even realize the buttons had come undone.” He reached down and buttoned just two buttons on his jacket, making himself look only slightly less indecent.

“How do you not notice that you are basically topless?”

“I don’t know. I was warm. It happens. Besides, what’s the big deal with a little nipple action. I wouldn’t be freaking out and asking you to cover up if your nipples popped out of your top.”

You sputtered. “I… what? No. I mean… no. I would not have any nipples popping out because I would be wearing a shirt. Like I am now. A shirt! A real honest to god top that covers me and is appropriate for an airplane. Why aren’t you wearing a shirt like a normal person for god’s sake?!”

“That seems like an awfully personal question to be asking someone you just met.” His brows furrowed and his lips pulled taut. “Are you always so forward?”

Your own eyes flew wide open and you could feel the heat rising up your neck -- unsure whether this was frustration or embarrassment. How was it possible for this man to suddenly act as though he was the respectable person in this conversation.

Suddenly, his stern expression gave way to laughter. He could barely contain his glee. “Look at your expression. Wow! You look totally flustered!”

You reached over to raise the window and block him out again, but he pushed the button down to thwart you.

“Okay, okay,” he said. “Do you really want to know why I don’t have a shirt on? Because there’s a story to this, but I don’t know if you really want to hear it.”

You doubted that he had a good reason for his attire, but you were curious. “Go on.”

“So here’s the deal. I actually had tickets for a flight back to Seoul tomorrow. But last night, my schedule for today got canceled. I asked my manager to try to get me on an earlier flight. He wasn’t sure if it was going to work out because it looked like all the flights were booked. So I said, see what you can do and call me if you get something booked and I’ll be ready to go whenever.”

“So far this sounds like a very average story about trying to change your flight. Where does the no shirt thing get explained?” you asked.

“I’m getting to it. Since I wasn’t sure if the flight change was even going to happen, I went on about my evening…” he paused to think about how he wanted to phrase things. “Let’s just say, I went out socializing and I ended up falling asleep at my, um, new friends’ house. When I wake up this morning, I’ve got 10 messages from my manager. He had been trying to get me all night to tell me he got me on the noon flight to Seoul, but I had my ringer turned down really low and didn’t hear him. When I called him back, he said he had gotten all my stuff packed up and sent my clothes to the airport with my stylist…”

“You have a stylist and you still end up coming to the airport like this?”

“Just let me finish, alright? He said the stylist took my luggage with most of my clothes to the airport with her to start checking in and he had my carry on and passport and everything. I just needed to meet them at the airport. So I go to find the clothes I was wearing the night before, but one of the girls in bed with me was asleep wearing my shirt…”

“Wait! One of the girls in bed with you? How many girls were in this bed?” This guy was something else, you thought.

“Only two. I’m not crazy -- more than two is nearly impossible to manage. Anyways, I try to wake her up so I can get my shirt back, but she’s super groggy and still half asleep and she’s grabbing at my junk like she wants to suck my dick again, but I don’t have time for that. So, I just put on my jacket, leave, and hail a cab to the airport. When I got there, my stylist already checked in my luggage under her name, so all I had was this one backpack I always use as my carry on. My manager somehow remembered to throw in a fresh pair of underwear for me, but nothing else. And so here I am, wearing last night’s clothes, minus one shirt and adding a fresh pair of undies.”

You weren’t sure whether or not to believe him. “So… huh. Um. Well, that sure is a story.”

“You look like you don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just that it’s so… I don’t even know. So you’re wearing the same clothes you supposedly had sex in last night?”

“I took the clothes off to have sex. So technically, no, I did not have sex in these clothes.” His face was relaxed as he relayed his story, no sign of embarrassment or shame.

“Most people would want to keep those details private, wouldn’t they.”

“I don’t know about most people, but I was just answering your question. Besides it’s true and there’s nothing to be ashamed about. We’re all grown-ups here.”

“Still, it feels so dirty.”

“Like I said, I’m wearing fresh underwear. Also, when the flight got delayed, that gave me time to run over to the lounge and use the showers in the spa. That’s why I have to keep my hat on -- didn’t have time to do my hair after the shower, I had to run back to the gate. The point being, you don’t have to worry about there being any sex-juices or other-girl-cooties on my body. I’m fresh and clean and ready to be put to use, if that’s something you’d like.”

“I… what?!” You were dumbfounded. This man you had just met was telling you sordid stories about his sex life and then asking if you would like “put him to use”. Your mind reeled. “Why would you even say that?”

“Because I think you’re kinda hot. And you think I’m kinda hot too. So, why not? Besides, I’m not expecting you to make a decision now. I’m just laying the groundwork so you’ll feel ready when I make a real proposition to you.”

Never in your life had anyone been so brazen with you. “How is this laying the groundwork for anything?” you asked incredulously.

“Because now you’re thinking about my dick,” he smirked.

“I am not!” you huffed.

“Anyhow - I’ll leave you to finish your meal in peace. We can talk more later.” And he pressed the button to raise the window, again separating himself from you, only the blue of his hat visible above the barrier.

You ate your meal in silence but couldn’t really enjoy the taste of anything because he was right, you were actually thinking about his dick.

Stop. Stop stop stop stop, you told yourself. But there was no stopping it. You picked up your book, but every few minutes, you’d pause to wonder who those women were that he had sex with last night. Did he know them well? Why did they want to have sex with him so badly that they were willing to share him? How does one man even manage to satisfy two women? Does he have some kind of magical sexual prowess? Is this story even true? He has to be making this up.

You ordered a glass of wine and listened to some music. One song in particular reminded you of your last boyfriend. The two of you had broken up over two months ago and you hadn’t had so much as a date since then. Lack of sexual compatibility was part of the reason you split -- but general boredom was the primary motivator.

You ex was the epitome of a nice guy. Easy going, unassuming, respectful. You didn’t go out much during the week since both of you had full time jobs and wanted to be well rested for work. Weekends were spent at farmers markets, scenic drives through the woods, going to the movies. It was pleasant. In bed, he was romantic and caring, always careful and cautious with your body, wanting to make sure you were okay. It was an absolutely stress free love affair. And that was part of the problem.

After a while, you started to crave tension. It showed up first in the bedroom when you asked him to pull your hair or talk dirty to you as a change of pace. He tried, you had to give him credit for that. But every time he uttered the word pussy or said he wanted to fuck you, the words came out whispered and hesitant. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that even if he learned how to say those words with confidence, you would still be wanting much more than he was able to give.

Over time, you started to realize your dissatisfaction had worked its way into all your interactions. He was always so agreeable. You shared the same views on social matters and politics. He never disagreed when you suggested a movie to watch or restaurant to go to. You began to wonder if he really was someone who shared all your points of view on everything, all the time -- or was he just so conflict avoidant that he had given up having a personality of his own.

I bet that guy has a filthy mouth on him. Even if he is an asshole, I’m sure he knows how to have a good time. You pondered the raised barrier and were curious as to why he had not tried talking to you again. It had been a couple of hours since your last interaction and he made it sound like you should be waiting for him to hit on you. Oh my god - am I actually looking forward to that cocky son-of-a-bitch talking to me again? No, I’m just attention starved. I need to start dating again -- but real men, not make believe celebrities with no shame.

The captain turned off the main lights in the cabin to give people an opportunity to sleep if they wanted. You closed your eyes and reclined your seat. Maybe it would be best to just try to sleep for a bit and put everything out of my mind. You would be more clear headed if I just got some rest.

It was a few hours later when you awoke. The cabin was quiet. A few people conversed in hushed tones, the faint glimmer of an occasional video screen. One of those glimmering screens was coming from your neighbor.

You stretched a bit and moved your seat to be a little more upright. Surprisingly, the window between your seats was down. Did he lower it to try to talk to me while I was asleep? You peered over at him and took comfort that he was fast asleep, clearly having dozed off while trying to watch a movie.

His slumber gave you an opportunity to really look at him more closely. He looked serene and gentle when he wasn’t awake. His facial features were really quite delicate, a high narrow nose bridge, moderately plump and perfectly pink lips, high cheekbones, his face was gently tanned by the sun. You would describe him as almost pretty. His clavicles were pronounced, his chest a bit paler than his face -- he must have been wearing his shirt when he went out in the California sun -- his abdomen was taut and firm, he clearly worked out.

You let your eyes travel further, until noticed something striking going on with his shorts. At first you wondered if it was just an odd shadow being cast from the lights from the video screen, but the more you looked, the more certain you were that you were looking at an erection. Not fully erect, you presumed, but there was enough that the draping of the fabric could not conceal everything he had going on between his legs. This was the distinct form of a penis and you couldn’t stop staring at it.

“See something you like down there?”

His voice caught you by such surprise you literally jumped in your seat and hit your elbow against the side wall, knocking over your headphones, sending them clattering to the floor. “Ouch! No. What? I… what? No. I was just… I woke up and I saw the window thingy was down and was just checking to see if you wanted to talk to me or something… or you know.”

He laughed aloud, stretched his arms over his head and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Were you planning on asking my dick whether or not I wanted to talk to you? Because I doubt it’s going to tell you much.”

“What?! I.. no! What are you talking about?” You tried to act indignant to hide your humiliation at being caught staring at his genitals. When trapped, deny everything, you thought.

“Are you married? Have a boyfriend?” He rolled to his side, still reclined in his seat.

“No. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“I know I come on strong. But life is short and I just think if you want something, you should say so. And I want you.”

You could feel your heart skip a beat at his directness, but you tried to hold your expression steady. There was no point in getting involved with a guy like this. “You don’t even know me.”

“Ah, let me be more clear. I want to have sex with you. Right now.” He carefully watched your face to judge your reaction. “Was that too forward? I could try the romantic approach if you want, but I always feel like it’s a little dishonest. I never want to mislead anyone.”

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest and you felt a little light headed. You had a couple one night stands back in your wilder college days, but those days were long gone. Besides, no one had ever approached you quite like this. “I appreciate your candor, but I’m just not that kind of girl.”

“What kind of girl do you think is the kind to say yes?” He started to sit upright, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“I don’t know exactly. You had two women in bed with you last night -- so those kinds of women, I guess.”

“Do you think you are better than them because they gave in to their carnal desires and just let themselves enjoy the moment? No one was hurt. There was no damage done.”

“How do you know there was no damage done? You just left them there.”

He shook his head, dismissing your statement. “They were groupies, star fuckers. I was just a name on their bucket list. Last night they had sex with me and tomorrow night they’ll be chasing down Shawn Mendes or some other dude. I gave them what they wanted and they gave me a hell of a good time. Is that so bad?”

This seemed so unbelievable to you. “Are you really famous? Or have you just been messing with me?”

“Is me being a celebrity the thing that will make the difference in whether you say yes or no to having sex with me?”

You started to squirm under his gaze. Until now, he had been cocky and arrogant, but it all seemed like a game. Now, it was starting to get a little more serious and you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. “I don’t actually care if you’re famous or not. I’m just not generally the kind of person who does whatever she wants -- there are rules against these kinds of things, you know?”

“So you admit that you want it too.” He looked a bit too pleased with himself.

“That’s not what I said.”

“Are you sure? It sounds to me like you are trying to talk yourself out of something you actually want. What’s the point of that?

You immediately thought of your ex-boyfriend again. Simple, proper, agreeable and dull. You had left him for want of more excitement and now here was a man you just met, who was offering you nothing but excitement. But still, you hesitated, remaining silent but not explicitly saying no.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a condom, making sure you saw it before he slipped it into his pocket. “Safety first,” he said. “Also, no strings. No commitments. One time - no shame, no guilt. No consequences.”

“I don’t know…” was all you could eke out.

“It’s time for you to figure out what you want. So here’s the deal,” he sat up and turned to face you fully. “I’m getting up and heading into that restroom over there,” he motioned toward the front of the plane, pointing to the left. “I’ll leave the door unlocked while I wait for you. If you decide to join me, just pop in. From there on, it’s ladies choice. I can make it as sweet or as nasty as you want it to be.”

“What happens when I don’t show up?”

“IF you don’t show up, then you don’t show up. I’m a big boy -- I’ll find other ways to occupy myself.” With that, he stood up and swaggered away.

This is insane. Who does this guy think he is? How full of himself is he that he can saunter off expecting me to follow him? You glanced at the time on your phone. I wonder how long he plans on waiting?

You remembered reading an article about people who have sex on airplanes; it said that almost 20 percent were complete strangers who met on the plane. At the time you couldn’t imagine how something like that was even possible. I guess I know now.

You wanted to giggle to find yourself in this predicament. You wanted to be outraged at how presumptuous he had been, but instead you found yourself feeling a bit flattered. It’s just because I haven’t had much male attention in the past two months. I’m just feeling a bit deprived - that’s all it is. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t even entertain the thought of doing something like this. But you were entertaining it and it made you nervous.

You looked around the cabin, most of the other passengers were fast asleep. The few who were awake mostly seemed to be watching movies with headphones on. The flight attendants were chatting quietly on the right hand side of the galley, leaving the restrooms on the left side, mostly ignored.

What would my friends say? Inha would think it’s gross. Hyeweon would think it’s hilarious. Dahyun would applaud you for taking risks and trying something new. Chaewon would be jealous.

Six minutes. That’s how much time had passed. How long will he wait? 10 minutes? 15? Certainly not more than that.

You had met girls who were wild and slept around. When you were younger you used to think that they would end up regretting their poor choices. Yet, you had never once met anyone who told you they wished they had less sex or that they had fewer adventures in their past. Why are you overthinking this! Be bad for once in your life. Who have you ever talked to that regretted going wild? Nobody - that’s who! Regret is what you feel when you don’t do something, right? But still… sex with a stranger?

You don’t even fully remember standing up and walking down the aisle. All you knew was that your hand was on the door to the restroom and there was no turning back now.

There was no greeting. No welcome. Just his lips crashing into yours, fervently prying your mouth open with his tongue. Your body stiffened in surprise but you did not try to pull away. His skin was smoother than you expected, his scent was sweet and fresh like the air after a summer rain, his lips seemed far too soft for the violence and urgency of the kiss itself.

In a far corner of your mind, you could hear your conscience telling you to stop, to run away and return to your seat, to retreat to the relative safety and comfort of your normal self. But as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your tighter against his body, that voice became more and more distant, until finally it disappeared altogether. You finally relaxed, sinking into him and wrapping your tongue around his.

Just let everything go and do as you please for once, you told yourself. Just this once, with no fear and no regrets.

His kisses moved to your neck as he began to maul you with his hands, squeezing your buttocks, reaching up to molest your breasts, grasping at them through your shirt. His motions were rough and passionate. His teeth scraped against your skin while he tugged at your shirt hem, trying to remove it. You obliged his silent request by pulling away from his grasp, slipping your shirt over your head and tossing it on the counter.

He did not lean back in to continue kissing you. Instead, he leaned back as much as he could in the confines of the tiny restroom to assess your body, lingering on your chest. His hand reached out to trace the edges of your bra before he finally spoke to you. “How do you want it?”

“Excuse me? I don’t under…”

“How do you want things to go?” He looked up at you, holding your gaze. “I told you this will be ladies choice. Tell me what you want me to do?”

You could feel yourself starting to blush. You had been comfortable letting him take control, but now that he was putting you on the spot to ask for what you wanted, you found yourself growing shy. You broke eye contact with him and looked down at your feet, crossing your arms as you tried to think of what to say.

“Cat got your tongue?” he teased. “You’re more delicate than I presumed. So do you prefer gentle and sweet? I can whisper sweet nothings in your ear.”

“No. Not like that.” You shook your head to emphasize that romance was not your objective. You had enough of romance and sweetness.

“Well then... You want it dirty and you’re just too shy to ask for it?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I mean, some dirty talk might be nice.”

“Some? Exactly how much is some? I can get pretty filthy if you want me to.”

Awkwardly, you put your arms back by your side and glanced up at him, trying to feign confidence. “How filthy?”

His eyes flashed with desire as he leaned closer to you, running his hands down your arms. “Let’s try this. Take off your bra and let me see you.”

You reached behind yourself to unclasp your bra, a slight tremor in your hands. You were extremely conscious of how bright the lights were and it made you a little nervous to be so exposed and so visible. “What about you?” you asked as you let your bra slip off your shoulders and you placed it on top of your shirt.

“Me?” He unbuttoned his jacket and tossed it aside. “Done. Now we’re both topless.”

He leered at your chest now, cupping your breasts in his hand as if weighing them. “Very nice. You have beautiful breasts.” He watched your face closely for a response.

“Thanks, I guess.” You weren’t sure what he was expecting from you.

“That’s not it, huh? How about this?” He ran his thumbs over your nipples, brushing against them until they grew and hardened. “I love a girl with a nice pair of tits. Yours are amazing. I can’t wait to suck on those nipples.”

His directness was appealing. “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

Leaning down, he caught your left nipple between his lips and sucked at it, his tongue running circles over it. The sensation was pleasant and you reached over to pull his hat off his head after suddenly being overwhelmed by the urge to run your fingers through his hair.

“I told you I’m having a bad hair day, so just know that.” He wagged a finger at you before pulling off his own hat and tossling his dark brown locks that had been matted down by hours confined under a hat.

He bent back down back down to suckle at your nipples, his lips latched tightly to the protruding bud. The suction sent little shock waves down between your legs as if your breasts were attached to your sex.

Soon, he detached himself and stood back up, whispering in your ear. “Your tits are tasty, but I bet your pussy is even better.” His hand slid between your legs, kneading your cloth covered crotch. Pulling back a little to better see your face, he asked you, “I want to touch your pussy.” He watched your reaction carefully. “Or would you rather I finger fuck your cunt?”

Your previous boyfriend would have sooner died than ever uttered the dreaded “c” word. But hearing a man you just met talk about your cunt thrilled you, and you could feel the moisture gathering between your legs. “Finger my cunt, please,” you whispered back at him.

He smiled and nodded. “Yeah, you do want it dirty don’t you?”

All you could do was nod in affirmation before he shoved his hand under the waistband of your pants and beneath your panties, tracing your slit before penetrating you with his fingers. He slid in and out of your vagina, the palm of his hand cupping your vulva. His lips returned to your neck, biting at you. The heat of his breath matched the growing warmth of your sex. “Oh, fuck! That feels good,” you encouraged him to keep going.

“You like that? You like having my fingers up your cunt hole? You like getting finger banged by some dude in a public toilet? Tell me again about what kind of girl you are. Little miss prim and proper, my ass.”

Biting your lip, you tried to hold back, but you couldn’t help it. You mewled like a cat to hear the filth coming from his mouth. Your stomach fluttered at the crude way he described your reality. You were now the kind of girl who lets a guy finger her in an airplane toilet. This was not who you thought you were when you woke up this morning.

Enthused by the sounds emanating from you, he started to finger you more vigorously. Slipping in a second digit and thrusting so hard, it shook your body. His other hand slid up your back, over your neck until his fingers were entwined with your hair. He ensnared a fistful of hair right at your scalp and pulled your head back, further exposing your neck to him. He licked a line from your clavicle to your chin and then planted a long lingering kiss on your lips.

Your mewls turned into a full on moan. Never had you been this turned on in your life. “Oh my god,” was the most coherent thing you could say.

“I love those little noises you are making, but if this is how you get from a finger fuck, I can’t wait to see how you react when I’ve got my face buried in your snatch. Now, let’s get these pants off of you.”

He tugged at your waistband, lowering your pants and panties together, getting them to mid thigh when you took over - wiggling to get them to fall to the floor before kicking them off completely. “Shouldn’t you be getting undressed too?” you asked.

“There’s some time before that’s necessary. Let’s take care of you first.” He tried to kneel down, but the tiny confines of the bathroom made it difficult. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up off the floor and set you on to the narrow counter.

You sat precariously, one butt cheek halfway over the sink, and you could feel the cold hard metal of the faucet pressing uncomfortably into your backside. Before you could adjust yourself, you felt hands pressing your thighs upwards, bending your knees into your chest and without warning, something soft and wet snaking through the folds of skin between your legs. You clung tightly to the edge of the counter to keep from slipping off.

Looking to your side, you could see your reflection in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door, your naked body illuminated by the harsh light overhead. The rather unflattering lighting and pose was offset by the amazingly lurid sight of a man kneeling on the floor, his head pressed between your thighs.

He lapped at your clit, dragging his tongue across your pussy - wet and sloppy. You looked down at him, his face glistening with your juices just as he came up for air. “That’s one juicy and delicious cunt you got there. You get this wet for all the boys, or is it special for me?” he asked before diving back in, opening his mouth wide as if trying to devour you whole.

It felt amazing. The heat inside your grew with every stroke of his tongue against your raw flesh. He let go of one thigh and brought it to you damp slit, further spreading your lips apart. His nose pressed against your clit while he inserted his tongue where his fingers had been earlier. Sucking and slurping away at you.

“Mmmmmmmm…” You desperately tried to keep quiet. Biting down hard on your lower lip to prevent yourself from being overheard by the people outside, but still the occasional hushed moan or hum would escape your lips. The noises spurred him on to keep going, rubbing his face into you, covering himself with the glistening evidence of your arousal.

He let go of your other thigh to insert his fingers back into you while his lips affixed themselves directly to your clit. His fingers curving upward as he pumped them in and out of you, hitting your g spot with every stroke, while his tongue laved your clit. “Please don’t stop,” you pleaded as you grabbed on to his hair and pulled his face tighter into you. “Please.”

You extended your legs, realizing that the bathroom was so small that you could sit on the counter and plant your feet on the opposite wall, helping stabilize you enough that you could close your eyes and just let yourself feel the pleasure of this man ministering to your sex.

As your orgasm approached, you could feel you leg start to shake and your breath quicken. He sucked lightly at your clit before pulling back the hood and drawing his tongue gently across the surface. You gasped aloud at the intensity, which he took notice of. “You like that? You like being spread open wide and licked like a bitch in heat? Tell me.”

“Yeah. I like it.”

“What do you like? Say it. You aren’t the only one who wants to hear some dirty talk. Tell me what exactly you like.”

“I like it when you lick my cunt. I like the way your tongue feels against my clit. God, I’m going to cum if you keep doing it like this.”

Smiling, he returned to his duties; his mouth placed firmly against you and slurping at you like eating a ripe piece of fruit. He removed his fingers from inside you and instead used them to spread you pussy lips even wider open. The loss of sensation from within you was disappointing. You were so close to cumming right on his face, but the urgent desire to have something inside you was growing stronger.

“I need you inside me,” you implored.

He didn’t hesitate. Standing up from his position on the floor, he massaged the growing bulge in his shorts for a moment while staring directly into your eyes. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Your eyes wandered down to where his hand was playing with himself. “I want you to fuck me. I want it so bad, you don’t even know.” Any reservations or shyness you once had was driven out by the overwhelming lust.

“Oh, I know.” His conceit was amazing, but you were too horny to care.

“So what are you waiting for?”

He pulled his shorts and underwear down in one fluid motion, leaving him completely naked in front of you. His body was lean and taut, the image of youthful sexuality. His dick stood proudly erect in front of him, firm and smooth. Between his two fingers, he held up the condom that he had stealthily removed from his pocket. “You, put it on me,” he demanded.

Sliding off the counter, you welcomed being able to stand upright for a moment, with nothing poking you in the back and no fear of accidentally slipping off. But once again the space was so cramped, that you could not both stand on the floor and not have your bodies collide. His distended dick brushed against your pussy as you grabbed the condom from his hand.

He leaned in and kissed you again, deeply and passionately. “Can you taste yourself? You were fucking delicious, I could have stayed down there for hours. You should know what you taste like.” With that comment, he slipped his finger back between your folds, dipping into your juices and pulling out a slick and glazed finger. He held it to your lips. “Suck my finger and taste for yourself.”

You balked at first, never having even thought of what you might taste like. But he pressed forward and you grew curious, opening your mouth until he laid his finger on your tongue. You licked his finger clean, intrigued to see if you were as delicious as he had claimed. The salty sweet mixture was better than you imagined. “Good girl,” he told you.

Fumbling with the condom wrapper, you finally got it open and reached down to grab hold of his manhood. You held him in your palm and enclosed your fingers around him, meaning to hold him steady while you slipped the condom over the head of his dick, but you couldn’t resist stroking him with your hand for a moment. He sighed contentedly at the sensation and leaned back against the wall, allowing you more room to see what you were doing.

His penis was beautifully formed, you thought. Big enough but not too big. Firm and hefty, the girth felt just right in your hand. Without thinking, you pressed the head of his cock against your slit and stroked it against your clit. His eyes flew open wide and he looked down at what you were doing.

“Were you planning to fuck me raw?” he asked.

“No, I just wanted to know what it felt like.” You quickly slipped the condom over the tip and rolled it down his shaft. Although, you had to admit that the idea of having condomless sex seemed appealing -- but you had not yet lost all your sense of self preservation. “Now you have a little bit of my pussy juice under the condom with you.”

“You act so normal, but you’re a freak in the sheets, aren’t you?” He grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around so he was pressed into your back while you could see his face reflected back at you in the mirror over the sink. “Now, spread your legs and hold still while I shove my cock up your hot little fuck-hole.”

You keened at the vulgarity, spreading your legs wide and leaning forward enough to arch your back slightly, giving him better access. He leaned over you, squatting down slightly to slip his penis into you, pressing his chest against your back and then thrusting upward, pushing forward and burying himself to his hilt inside your pussy.

“Good god, you are so warm inside.” He slowly pulled himself out before thrusting up into you again and again… and again. Slow and steady, he fucked you for several minutes, but you wanted more and started pushing back against him, egging him on to fuck you faster.

“Nice, “ was all he said before slapping your ass and speeding up his thrusts.

“Yeah,” you panted. “Very nice.”

He folded his body over you, planting one hand on the counter to hold him steady and sliding the other hand around you to stroke your clit while he fucked you. You could feel an ache starting to build up inside you and wanted more. You raised one leg and placed it on top of the closed toilet seat lid, spreading yourself open wider and giving him greater access to you.

As his fingers drummed against your clit, his thrusts accelerated. His body engulfed you and his mouth was pressed against your ear where he whispered to you. “Such a good girl, huh? Is this what you do? Fuck total strangers in bathrooms? You act all proper, but you really just want to get a good pounding in your cunt by some random dude. You don’t even know my name, do you?”

For the first time, it dawned on you that you had never bothered to ask his name. Nor had he asked for yours. The realization both appalled and thrilled you. This was by far the most depraved thing you had ever done. “What is your name?” you asked while he continued to plunge his cock deep into you.

“What does it matter now? You are fucking a total and absolute stranger. I’m going to make sure you cum on the cock of a guy whose name you don’t know. Just think about that, my dick is rammed up your cunt and you like it. What does that make you?”

You tried to fight the moan building in your throat. His words should offend you but instead they brought you closer to the edge. “A slut,” you answered him. “Fucking a total stranger makes me a slut.”

“That’s okay,” he consoled you. “I’m a dirty slut too.”

He grabbed your breast and buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on the skin. His fingers continued their assault on your clit while he pounded away at you pussy. Finally, you came undone, gasping, open mouthed in a silent scream as your orgasm hit with full force. Your body shook and all you could do was whimper quietly until finally the feeling subsided.

“Oh my god. That was amazing,” you turned around to face him.

“I’ll say.” He looked desperate and his eyes blown wide. “I could feel you pulsing around my cock. I was so close to cumming myself. I just need a little more to take me over the edge.”

“What exactly do you want?”

He moved you to the other side of the room so he could now sit on top of the closed toilet seat. Slipping off the condom, he told you exactly what he wanted. “Suck me off. I want to cum down your throat.”

You looked at his dick, standing ramrod straight, leaking precum from the tip. It looked ready to bust and you felt a strange pride that you had managed to get him this turned on. Without a second thought, you dropped to your knees and took him in your mouth.

His brow furrowed as he watched you bobbing your head up and down, snaking your tongue along his shaft. One hand held your hair back while the other balled up in a fist and rested on the counter. He was holding back, you could tell.

Redoubling your efforts, you locked your lips around him and focused on the head of his cock, swirling your tongue over the sensitive tip, before inching down further until you had swallowed as much of his flesh as you could stand.

“Fuck yeah. You are really good at this. You must have sucked a lot of dick.” For a guy who claimed to have had sex with two women the night before, you took this as a significant compliment. “I’m not going to last long if you keep this up.”

You came back up for air and smiled. Gripping his saliva covered cock, you stroked his shaft while planting delicate kisses at the tip. “I want to see you cum. I want to taste you. If I’m going to be a slut, I want it all.” You then plunged your head back down, sucking him like your life depended on it. You wanted him to remember you the next time he got his dick sucked by some random girl. Your pride depended on it.

It was only a couple minutes when he started to completely lose himself. You watched as he pursed his lips and threw his head back. His grip on your hair tightened and his eyes glazed over while you could see his abdomen contract and then you tasted it. The slightly salty, slightly bitter taste of his cum landed on your tongue. You pushed your head down further so he could truly cum down your throat and making it easier to swallow. It was only a few spurts, but they seemed to come out with great force, nearly making you choke.

When he was done, his body relaxed and he slumped forward. “My god, I’m going to need a nap after that. You sucked the life right out of me.” He leaned down, placing his hand under your chin and tipping your face upwards, planted a soft and rather sweet kiss on your lips. “Thank you. This was wonderful,” he said.

“The feeling is mutual.”

After giving yourselves a minute to bask in the afterglow, you both started the clumsy task of getting redressed in the tight confines of the bathroom. You bumped into each other, knocking into the walls and accidentally turning on the sink, until finally you were both dressed and ready to step outside.

As soon as you opened the door, a flight attendant stood in the passageway and greeted you with a knowing look. “If you both want to retake your seats, we’ll begin breakfast service soon and should be landing in another hour and a half.”

Mortified, you returned to your seat and tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone else on the plane. Had they all heard you? Did everyone know? Your partner in crime seemed unphased and immediately fell asleep as soon as he sat down.

The rest of the flight seemed to go without incident. You refused breakfast in order to avoid talking to the attendant and hid yourself behind your book. You tried to read, but the truth was you couldn’t help replaying the events from just an hour before while you grinned like a giddy schoolgirl, amazed that you had been caught doing something extremely naughty but somehow escaped punishment. You doubted that you would be able to think about anything else for days to come.

Once the plane landed, your neighbor finally awoke and stretched out. He looked across at you and smiled warmly. “Hey, I just want to say that I enjoyed our flight and will remember this fondly. I hope you will too.”

You tried to look look cool and unfussed, although you were secretly happy that he wasn’t completely ignoring you and running off without saying anything like he did to those girls from the night before. “I have no regrets. It was a good time.” You stood up to gather your things and wait to get off the plan, but noticed he was making no moves. “Are you just going to hang out on the plane?”

“I have to get off last. It’s too much chaos with the fans in the terminal, so I’ll get off later with my team. It gives the other passengers time to get by before the mob of fans and paparazzi obstruct everything.”

“Ah, right,” you said, disbelieving. You wondered if this was just a ploy to separate from you and cover up for the fact that he had been playing at being a celebrity this whole time. “Out of curiosity, what is your name?”

He thought for a moment before answering. “You can just call me Jay.”

“Is that your real name?”

“Nope,” he responded honestly. “Let’s just say that it’s something of a nickname that I’ve been given. It seems the most appropriate way for you to remember me.”

You shrugged your shoulders and decided to not break the illusion. “Well, Jay, thanks for everything.” You gave him a small wave good-bye before stepping into the aisle with the rest of the exiting passengers and left him behind forever.

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Mini-Epilogue:

You walked down the wide concourse, pulling your luggage behind you. You were largely unaware of your surroundings since you attention was on your phone, trying to text your friends that you had landed and make plans for seeing them later in the evening. You had already been practicing in your head how you would tell them about your adventurous flight and the mystery man who made it so memorable.

Behind you, you could suddenly hear a loud commotion. Girls cheering and yelling, the rushing of feet. You turned to see what was going on and could see the flashing of cameras as a crush of people moved towards the exits. You strained to see who was at the center of all the excitement.

“Do you know what’s going on?” you asked an older man standing next to you who was also watching the crowd pass by.

“It’s one of those idol boys. The girls go nuts for them. I saw one of the girls carrying a sign saying ‘Welcome back J-Hope’. What kind of name is J-Hope anyway? It sounds weird if you ask me.”

“I’ve never heard of him. He must not be too famous.”

“Exactly. These girls should all be in school and not following around some no name nobody.” The man threw his hands up in disgust before walking off.

You turned to go your own way, but a thought nagged at you. You tapped the name J-Hope into your phone and smiled at the results. The story you would tell your friends just got a bit more interesting.

#BTS smut #Hoseok smut #J-Hope smut #BTS fic #Hoseok fic

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enigmawrappedinhypocrisy · 4 years

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Reader doing something nice for Barley (anything he'd like) because he deserves it

Pairing: Barley Lightfoot x reader

Fandom: Onward

Warnings: Fluff, talk of fantasy death… I guess… people die in a game… some mention of nsfw (like It mentions the smex word... ) cuddling, Quests of Yore.

A/N: you sent this ask twice… and I couldn’t decide what to do… so decided on both a sfw and a nsfw thing… thanks for your patience.

Also… the other version is not a prequel/sequel… and is not necessary to understand this one… But I'm a whore so link.

Also also… yeah I repeat the same lines in both of them so it’s kinda like a two versions thing…

❀✦ Master List✦❀

♥

Barley had been working hard lately.

He still managed to make time for you, even setting aside some time to fix your car earlier in the week.

After that you decided you wanted to do something nice for him.

You spent some time trying to figure out what to do, wanting to do something different and personal to show Barley how much you adore him.

Eventually after much thought it came to you!

♥

You realized it had been a while since he’d gotten together with his friends to play QoY, he hadn’t even mentioned the game recently. You felt bad about that, and with a little snooping found it had to do with lack of time, not an argument or anything…

So you made a decision…

You secretly borrowed his books, called his friends, and set about writing your very first one shot campaign.

It was tough, and you were pretty unsure about a lot of the mechanics, but between Barley’s notes, written helpfully in the book, and his friends’s aid, you managed to come up with an okay one-shot you were fairly proud of.

By the end of the week you were ready… well you were nervous but it was Barley’s first night off in weeks… so it was now or never…

You decided to play it up a little, cleaning and decorating his room while he was gone. By the time his friends showed up his room looked medieval-tavern-ish…

You had all the pieces laid out and everything planned, all he’d have to do is sit down and enjoy the game.

You only hoped he wouldn’t be too tired… and hopefully not disappointed having been expecting something else.

♥

By the time you heard Barley pull up in his van you’d nearly finished getting everything ready.

All reference papers, mini’s, and dice set out. Snacks and drinks are placed around. Everything should be good, and ready to go.

His friends were seated at a table you set up with all the things chatting excitedly with each other, and you ignored your nerves as his footsteps neared his room.

When Barley walked in he was clearly tired, his eyes searching for you. Earlier today you had promised him something special and he was looking forward to spending a night off with you.

He pauses, hand still on the door as he focuses on what’s in front of him, his brain trying to make sense of it. To be honest, Barley expected to find you waiting for him on his bed in some state of undress.

Instead he finds you, but not only you…

You, his friends, QoY, all waiting for him.

Barley smiles, it’s soft, a little tired, but the joy is there.

“Welcome home Bar-bear” you chime.

His friends suppress their snickers, planning on teasing him later about the nickname. They knew this was meant to be Barley’s night, and were respectful enough not to mess that up with their jokes.

“What did you do?” he chuckles, moving over to give you a hello kiss.

“I wanted to do something nice for you…”

“Yeah man, you’ve been working hard”

“You haven’t joined us for a game in a while” his friends join in.

Barley frowns, “aww, guys… I don’t have anything prepared.”

You nod and give him a nervous half-smile, “I thought I’d try Qm’ing… so you can just sit back, relax, and play.”

“You’re too much” his face lights up before joining you and his friends around the table.

♥

You begin the opening narration and soon the game is well on its way. It’s a little bumpy being your first time as quest master, but with help from the others you manage. Before long everyone’s fully engulfed in your story, and enjoying the quest.

The party is told of a neighboring kingdom, taken over by a tyrannical ruler, his men constantly attacking anyone who drew close to their borders.

Barley the Brave and his comrades were moved by their appeal and accepted the quest…

Soon they set out in the direction of the kingdom, facing some low level threats along the way…

You, getting used to running combat, and allowing the players to spend some time role playing.

♥

“As Barley’s barbarian strikes the final blow on the cruel king, bringing him to his knees, your remaining enemies disperse… they know they can’t beat you…”you narrate and the others celebrate their hard fought victory.

The fight was tough and they weren’t fully prepared for the enemies numbers. Several of their characters were close to death and if Barley hadn’t rolled so super well on the last attack they might not have made it another round.

But they managed and you were so, so proud of Barley’s quick thinking and problem solving.

“You’re left alone in the throne room…” you tell them.

“I’m gonna loot the corpse!” one of the friends declares.

“I wanna look around” Barley decides.

You tell them they find, “plenty of gold, (600p) and a key” on the king’s body.

Barley rolls well again and finds a hidden door- “the key works- the door swings open”

Cautiously, still damaged from the battle, the party makes their way through the door.

“Following the dark winding tunnel you find yourselves in the dungeon… all cells are empty but one”

“I go up to it!”

“Inside the cell is a ragged older man, he’s dressed in what looks like, used to be nice clothes…”

“It’s the king!”

“Is it the king?”

“He struggles, but manages to lift his head, upon hearing the party enter the dungeon…” you tell them, he looks at you with quiet desperation.

The magic user uses an unlocking spell on the bars.

“I’ll help him sit up” Barley speaks, “Hello sir, by what cruel fate do you come to be in this place?” He uses his hero voice, which is a lot like his regular voice just a bit more calm and stoic.

“‘The king was my brother… he turned my guards against me… and imprisoned me in this cell” the man explains with effort.”

“Well no worries, my good man, he is no more”

“The king sighs, “I suppose that’s what needed to be done, thank you, young hero’s for saving my people” he thanks you, though his eyes show a deep sorrow.”

“Aww, that’s sad… they were brothers after all, I wonder why they turned against each other”

“Maybe they both liked the same girl?”

“I don’t know… can you imagine a girl liking that guy?”

The group laughed, you don’t notice Barley’s loving gaze fixed upon your face.

Smiling, you conclude the story, telling them how they helped the rightful king back to his throne. He rewards them with gifts and a banquet in their honor…. And fade to black…

By this time it was late and, while still excited about the game, everyone was ready to go home.

They tell you how much fun they had and promised to get together for another session soon.

Once it was just you and Barley though you were surprised with the look he was giving you.

[ In fairness it’s the same look he had been giving you all night… you’d just been so wrapped up in the game to notice. ]

It could only be one of love and adoration, “Babe that was so good” he pulls you into his arms.

“I’m glad you liked it,” you say, nuzzling into his shoulder.

“This was a lot of fun” he squeezes you to him.

“I thought you deserved it… a night off… being able to relax and have some fun” You smile softly at him. “And your friends missed you too.”

“I would have been happy just cuddling with you” he tells you with a grin.

“Well that’s still gonna happen” you giggle, pulling him in the direction of his bed.

“What about all this” he indicates the set up you had prepared for the game.

“I’ll clean it tomorrow” you promise.

Barley shrugs and pulls you onto the bed with him, causing you to giggle as you bounce slightly.

He pulls you to him, inhaling your scent, before nuzzling your hair. “You’re wonderful, you know that?” he holds you tighter.

“No you” you turn your head, kissing his neck softly. “You’re wonderful, and and a cutie, and warm, and so so too good for me” you babble trying to suppress a sudden yawn.

“Alright, I think it’s time for bed” Barley chuckles brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

“No, we’re cuddling!” you whine, “and then we’re gonna have amazing sex” you insist, even if your eyes were closed and another yawn threatened to escape.

Barley laughs before pulling away from you, to your dismay. He quickly undresses both you and him, leaving both of you in only underthings.

Turning off the light he rejoins you in bed.

You instantly mold yourself to his side.

He kisses your head, “Good night my love.”

Once again, you nuzzle into him, responding with your own, slightly slurred “g’night.”

You do feel a little bad, having honestly intended to follow up the game with some cuddling and intimacy… but, your mind supplies, there’s always early morning sex…

Barley pulls you close, and is already flirting with the idea of calling in sick tomorrow by the time your breathing slows…

Soon you nestled in his arms, Barley joins you in the pleasant world of sleep and dreams.

♥

A/N: so this was done a little sooner than the nsfw one… but I really wanted to post them at the same time… and hopefully this being a bit longer than my normal drabbles makes up for my laziness. :(

#Barley Lightfoot #Barley #Barley Lightfoot x reader #Barley x reader #Onward #Pixar #Fluff #ask #Quests of Yore #fanfics

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 5 years

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okay, i read your last fic and adored the hell out of it. haven't read part 1 tho so forgive me if my question can be answered there. but can u elaborate more about the world? like, i dont really understand if the tattoo shop is a regular tattoo shop? guessing not. but can't really figure where the magic fit in it. also, if we're at it, do remus and roman have more tattoos then that one they did on each other? love you bunches!

i couldnt seem to stop talking so under a cut it goes lol

The verse is more of a Concept - Modern Tropey AUS (Coffee shops, tattoo parlors, flower shops, etc) BUT the whole universe is based in some vaguely-DND-ish magic world

so they have cell phones and cars, but also potions and magical cursed amulets, and everybody knows about these things (no masquarade)

i do have a few bits of more specific worldbuilding (some of which are touched on in Chaos Theory but not with any depth) though not NEARLY as much as i do for laoft

theres no such thing as “science” - natural phenomenon that we would consider science are called “terrene studies” and theyre still considered a branch of magic.

Wizards are roughly analogous to scientists/mathematicians of masters and/or doctorate levels (Logan in Chaos Theory is a Chaos Magic grad student)

Mages/magicians are like undergradlevel - magicians have a degree but you can be anameteur mage. So all magicians are mages but not all mages aremagicians

Witches and bards - kinda like art/humanities. You can go to college for it but youllget constant "but what can you dowith that" comments. And people talkabout being "talented" at it like they do art, likeits innate and not something you have to put effortinto

Virgil and Patton in are kitchen witches and brothers (they run the mentioned magical bakery in Tyndall Effect) and Virgil is constantly salty about it

Healers are medical professionals and, and for example, you can get in trouble for calling yourself a healer if you dont have a license - Virgil mentions that he sees a psych healer for his anxiety in Chaos Theory

there are both mundane tattoo shops and magical tattoo shops in the world - Remus and Roman’s (Grimm Brothers Studio) is the latter. They both make their own ink, which is magic/potionwork, and design the tattoos, which usually have sigils and runes worked into them.

Remus is an artificer (magic engineer, basically) and he makes all of the magical equipment (the tattoo guns, the autoclave - basically everything you’d find in a regular tattoo shop, he built, and its Also Magic)

And Roman is a bard - his tattoos usually have more complicated spells involved. He’s also got an Emergency Healing Certificate (read: first aid + knows one very low-grade healing spell) and he does all the piercings/body mods other than tattoos like say, getting your tongue split for that reason

oof this got long

and finally, both the twins are very, very tattooed and they both have a lot of piercings as well but i havent quite settled on exactly how many/where/what they are. I definitely wanna pin down Roman’s before i write the royality fic because i NEED Patton (respectfully) ogling inked-up punk-rock Roman in my life and i want Specifics Dammit!

#metaphysical determinism verse #mpd remus #mpd roman #sanders sides #give-me-a-minute-to-think #ask

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keelywolfe · 5 years

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FIC: Something To Say, But Nothing Comes

Summary: A direct sequel to the previous chapter, 'What Will Be, Will Be'.

Red still isn't speaking to Edge. Rus needs donuts. He's eating for two-ish, thanks, donuts are a requirement.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Brotherly Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pregnancy

Notes: I've been informed that I am not allowed to leave the last story at Red being an asshole, so here we are. 😂

So, yeah, a sequel to What Will Be, Will Be. Rus is pregnant, and everyone is dealing with the fallout.

Warning: There is a mention of thinking about abortion here, so please be aware.

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The false dawn was only beginning as Edge stepped out of the basement door, locking it behind him before heading around the side of the house to the front. Snowdin was quiet for now, most of the denizens still asleep, but the rest of the guard would be heading out soon, ready to begin patrol and Edge needed to be with them.

It hadn’t been his intention to sleep over in Underswap, but he’d taken the option when it was offered and, despite Rus’s unsubtle hinting, there had been no sex involved. Partly because Blue was sleeping in the next room but also, it was the first time they’d ever shared a bed for a reason other than sex. Edge laying on that silly mattress on the floor, guilty absorbed in the chance to hold Rus close, to press his skull against Rus’s sternum and listen to the strong throb of his soul. The souling was far too small to be heard yet. It hadn’t stopped Edge from straining to hear even the tiniest flicker.

If he was going to be a fool about this, he supposed he might as well be a complete one.

Edge unlocked the front door, pausing to kick the snow off his boots as he stepped inside. He froze just inside. Red was already up, and that was strangeness all its own, shrugging into his jacket. He didn’t look Edge’s way.

“Good morning,” Edge offered, warily.

Red didn’t answer and Edge resigned himself to another day of silence. He took off his boots and headed towards the stairs to get changed before going on patrol.

“how’s rus?” Came from behind him. Edge whirled around, but Red wasn’t looking at him.

“He…he’s fine.” Edge hesitated then added, “A little tired. The souling is fine, too.”

Red was leaned over, tying his shoes in double-knots and Edge pressed on, hating the desperation in his voice, “It’s very small, not even the size of a knucklebone, it won’t descend for a few weeks yet and—”

He winced as the door slammed behind Red.

Well. He hadn’t shortcutted away, that was something.

Edge turned back towards the stairs and headed up. He was training with Undyne today and needed to be at his best. Afterward, he was going back to Underswap for a while. The knowledge of the souling was too fresh yet and the urge to stay close was strong.

Knowing that he didn’t need to resist it, that he was welcome, was enough for him to go back and he hated that part of his reasoning was that spending another day with his silent brother did not appeal.

Red would get over it or he wouldn’t, but Edge wasn’t going to wait around for him to decide.

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The false sunlight creeping over Rus’s face was enough to drag him out of a sound sleep. He pushed up on his elbows, scrubbing a hand over his sockets as he tottered into awake. The bed next to him was disappointingly empty. Not that that was unexpected. He had a vague memory of Edge leaving earlier, something about having to go on patrol.

The memory of a kiss being brushed over his skull made a shiver trill up Rus’s spine. He shoved it back down for the moment; just because he and Edge were gonna have a sproglet didn’t mean there were wedding bells or anything in the future.

Sproglet? What was a kiddo skeleton called anyway? Skellilet? Skettle? Skitten?

Okay, yeah, he was calling skitten.

From the light, he was guessing it was probably past noon, but damn, he felt well-rested for the first time since he’d woken up earlier this week to discover his soul manifested and the tiniest sparkling of light circling it.

That’d been a helluva day. Staring at the mirror in shock, unable to believe what his eye lights were telling him.

He’d immediately thought of aborting, for about the first half a mo’. A knee-jerk reaction to suddenly finding out he was knocked up, he supposed. He wasn’t sure how it went in Underfell, but no one in Underswap would’ve given him so much as a dirty look if that’s what he’d decided. Sure, Blue might’ve been a little disappointed, but a souling didn’t even dust when it was removed. It just faded, no LV, no foul. Supplies could be scarce at times and that was a fact, Monsters had to be careful about reproducing Underground.

But looking at that tiny star, Rus couldn’t help thinking of possibilities. A little baby bones, his own skitten. An adorable miniature version of Edge, one who could grow up where it was safe and warm, with daddies and uncles who’d adore ‘em.

Yeah, okay. He wanted that.

He’d only waited a day or two before telling Edge, since it wasn’t a secret that was gonna keep for their next round of rough and tumble. He’d reacted about how Rus expected, pure white-skulled shock. Rus left him there to think about what he’d done and headed back home, figuring he’d be hearing from Edge again soon enough.

Truth was, telling Blue had been more nerve-wracking than Edge. At the time, he’d been sure Edge would come around eventually...well, pretty sure. But his bro? He couldn’t’ve said if Blue would be disappointed or angry. They were about to gain a new stress to their finances and their pantry, no question of that and it was kinda fucking hard to explain to his little brother that a moment of stupidity during a bump and grind with his asshole with benefits was gonna cause it.

Blue listened seriously when he told him and it wasn’t until Rus said he was going to have the kiddo that he showed any emotion at all. Didn’t know why he ever doubted his bro; Blue launched directly into squealing delight. He’d demanded to see the little spark, then almost immediately bullied Rus into laying down on the sofa, talking about ten things at once in a blur of ’quit smoking, more calcium, extra rest!!’

The concern was nice, but eh, the cigarettes he’d given up the second he saw that tiny light and fuck, that was the worse than any other damn thing combined. He’d tell ten Edges they were gonna be a baby daddy and half a dozen bros if someone would kindly find a way to infuse him with nicotine.

Welp, if he couldn't have a ciggie then donuts were a poor replacement, but it was one he could have. Undyne couldn’t be sure that shortcutting wouldn’t hurt the spark, especially one so early, so walking was the order of the day.

Rus pulled on the first cleanish sweatshirt and pants he found, stepping into his sneakers and grudgingly tying them. Probably stupid of him, but he could trip over air on a good day. May as well be a little more careful when he had a baby on board.

The effort was almost a useless one, since he almost went ass over teakettle with one step out the door. He almost ended up shortcutting anyways, arms windmilling as he struggled to keep his balance and two bony hands grabbed his femurs high enough to give him quick pelvic examination, stabilizing him.

“careful, ya overgrown giraffe!” Those hands pulled away before Rus could put in a request.

“red?” Rus looked down in disbelief at the hunched-over skeleton sitting on the stairs. “what the hell are you doing on my porch?”

Red scowled and flicked his cigar butt into the snow, “nuthin’. what are you doing out?”

“uh, i live here, which isn’t an argument you can make, so let’s flip that back your way, yeah?”

Red shrugged unapologetically. “keepin’ watch.”

“keeping watch?” Rus repeated, slowly. “for what?”

“blue ain’t here, the boss ain't here. so i’m keeping watch,” Red snapped. “mama monsters are fierce, but you ain’t a mama yet.”

“not really planning on being ‘mama’ at all, thanks,” Rus said, even as he turned those words over in his head, studying them like a math problem. “i’m laying claim to daddy early.”

Red went on, doggedly, shoulders hunching further, “soulings are fragile until they descend.”

Oh.

Yeah, okay, Red was staring at the snowdrifts so fiercely Rus sort of expected em’ to catch on fire. Protecting him, from the mean streets of Underswap Snowdin, where Red must think roving bands of miscreants were waiting around every corner. Or not, and Rus didn’t really want to know how Red knew soulings were fragile. And if Red wanted to protect him like some kinda bodyguard, Rus guessed he could play diva. At least he could get Red to stop trying to ignite the snow with his eye lights.

“well, come in and sit on the sofa,” Rus told him. He opened the door again and held it open invitingly. “c’mon, you can sit by the door so you’re the first line of defense.”

“maybe,” Red said, diffidently, and kept his ass parked right on the step. “what’re you doing out here, anyway? smokin?” The low growl on that last word seemed a pretty good sign that the answer to that better be no. Rus regretfully shelved the urge to tell him yep, pack a day man, that was him. But he really didn’t trust Red not to strip him to the bones in search of cigarettes and his neighbors got enough of a show from them on any given day.

“nah, i quit.” He didn’t think he imagined the relieved slump in Red’s shoulders. He shut the door, every instance of Blue griping that they weren’t paying to heat the outdoors ringing in his skull. “craving a spider donut, is all.”

Red hopped up so quickly Rus almost thought he teleported. “i’ll get it. head back inside, take me two minutes.”

“oh. um.” He supposed he could argue that he was perfectly capable of going himself, but eh, truth was, he wasn’t sick of the novelty yet. Plus, it wasn’t gonna kill him to let some babying happen. He knew for a fact once there was a real baby, it wasn't gonna last. “okay, here, i have a few…” G, he started to say, but Red was already gone. Welp, he hoped Red had some cash. If not, he hoped Muffet would put it on his tab because he really didn’t want to try explaining to her why some short, grouchy skeleton popped into her bakery to swipe the goods.

It was probably more like a minute in a half when Red reappeared, steam still rising from the bag in hand.

Red scowled, “why’re you still out here, get inside where it’s warm.”

“not until you come with me,” Rus crossed his arms over his chest, unperturbed as Red’s scowl deepened. “seriously, get inside, my neighbors are gonna think we found a gargoyle at the dump.”

“tch.” Red glared but Rus was unmoved. What was Uncle Red gonna do, carry him in and drop him on the floor? Chain him to the sofa? Well, he might, but Rus was going to hedge his bets.

To his relief, Red grudgingly went inside, the two of them taking over the sofa to munch their way through the donuts. Rus flipped on the latest Napstaton special so that he and Red could continue their endless debate on who was better, him or Mettaton. Secretly, Rus was ready to concede that Mettaton had better legs, but he was in no way a better Sherlock Holmes.

They were still sitting there when Edge came in, already bitching before he was through the door.

“How many times have I warned you both about locking…the…” Edge trailed away to gape at them, and all Rus could do was resign himself to the fact that Edge was pretty damn adorable when he was surprised. He’d been pretty damn adorable looking at their little spark, too, soft wonder in his eye lights, but Rus tucked all that into the back of his skull to Deal With Later. Preferably when Red wasn’t around.

“there’s a donut left,” Rus offered. Pretty damn generously, too, he was eating for two-ish and those donuts were damned good.

“You eat it,” Edge said immediately. “You’ll need plenty of food to convert to magic.”

“yeah, you’re right, the other five donuts probably weren’t enough,” Rus said agreeably. Didn’t have to tell him twice. He didn’t give Edge a chance to change his mind, happily munching it down. Except, yeaaaah, it wasn’t really escaping his notice that Edge and Red were playing a fun little game of not looking at each other.

Welp. He wasn’t gonna deal with this shit until the kiddo was here.

Rus gave Red a hard elbow, shoving him over until there was a space on his other side. “have a seat, napstaton is just about to tell us who the murderer is.”

He waited impatiently for Edge to pull off his boots and line them up at the door, Angel save us if the heels didn’t perfectly match. When Edge sat down, Rus immediately took advantage of the new lap, sprawling out with his head on Edge and his feet on Red.

Oh, yeah. The satisfaction in feeling Red struggling with the urge to push him on the floor was just the best part of his day. Less so was feeling Edge’s hands hovering over his skull like he was trying to decide if he was allowed to touch. A beat, two, then they settled gingerly and Rus sighed, pushing against them impatiently until Edge hesitantly started stroking the smooth bone. Pretty soon he started to improvise, petting his way lower, tracing coronal sutures and the delicate hole of his audial canal. Rus was drowsing before Napstaton even got the suspects together, but that was okay.

Everyone knew the butler always did it, anyway.

tbc

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#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #underfell sans

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bnhascribbles · 5 years

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Powerless

All Might x Reader

Angst & Hurt/Comfort; I kinda...deviated from the request a little. I’m sorry, I was in another angst-ish mood and I promise that one day, All Might will get the tooth-rotting fluff he deserves.

Words: 2K

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Mentions of violence, Mild swearing

You have to shut the window—lock out the stench of smoke and burning rubber before it can seep into the carpeting, mute the wailing of sirens before their sharp pitch leaves a permanent ringing in your ears. Still, the apartment isn’t sweet-smelling or silent once the locks are fastened. No, the commotion buzzing on the television seems to pollute the air, thickening it, making it go rancid even though you know that’s physically impossible.

It was also physically impossible for All Might—the Symbol of Peace, the very pillar of society—to fall. Yet the possibility of that happening seemed more and more likely with every moment that passed.

The news stations weren’t even broadcasting commercials anymore. Every channel only ever showed the same live feed of the chaos overtaking Kamino, each from a slightly different angle. Channel 3 focused on the burning skyline—the plumes of blue-black ash rising from buildings like thunderclouds, dark and ominous. Channel 4 and 8 followed the efforts of paramedics searching for victims. It’s skillful really, the way they’d cut back to anchors in the studio whenever search-and-rescue stumbled upon a person that was too still, too silent. Channel 5 was the one you found yourself flipping back to, even though every time you did it, the regret was instantaneous. Because Channel 5 preferred to feature footage of the battle that was ravaging the ward.

You needed to know what was going on, needed to know how you were supposed to feel about everything. Terrified? You were already beyond terrified. Furious? It’s a given that you’d resent the hell out of the man beating your husband to a bloody pulp, but it’s...scary how much you want to blame him—All Might—too, just for doing what he always does. Would it be right to be optimistic about his chances of winning? Were you supposed to sit here, watching from a distance (like you always did) and have faith that this time would be like all the others? That somehow, things would work out, even if you didn’t know how?

Had Nana’s family done the same?

You drown out the thought by counting dots on the ceiling.

You’d done this before, you’d watched All Might fight against impossible odds. Hundreds of times, actually. Why were you doubting now? He’d come out victorious this time, just like all the other times before. Even though this was All for One he was facing now. Even though your husband had faced this very same villain before, and it’d nearly killed him. Everything was fine, though. Your compulsive urge to start emptying drawers now—to get a head start on the “removing-all-traces-of-Toshinori” phase of your life before the grief leaves you catatonic—is completely unfounded.

You place a trembling hand on your stomach, trying to ground yourself. You wish you had a drink, something alcoholic and strong enough to knock you out for the next few hours. The fact that you’re sober means that you watch every grueling second of the battle until it’s over. You watch until the hero All Might is no more and the man Toshinori Yagi stands victorious in his place. He’s hacking and missing more than a few patches of skin from his arms and face, but the important thing is he’s alive.

“I’m hard to kill,” he’d told you once, you can’t remember when exactly. At the time, you’d rolled your eyes and shoved him. Because that’s what you were supposed to do when someone you loved joked about death or danger or something heavy like that. Only now do you realize he was only half-kidding.

You’re relieved that it’s over. Well, you’re relieved up until the moment you see Tsukauchi and some paramedic loading a limping Yagi into an ambulance. Then, your imagination kicks it back into high gear. Still, despite every instinct, every impulse you have to grab your keys and run the whole way to Hosu General (you could only assume they’d take him to the nearest hospital with a trauma center), you stay put. What else could you do? It wasn’t like they’d actually let you in—spouse or not—so soon after a disaster of this scale. That much you’d learned from personal experience.

So you wait. While the heroes clean up the remnants of what used to be a bustling district, you sit on your couch and just pray that Toshinori doesn’t die en route to the hospital.

You’re patient for about an hour—until the very moment you just can’t be patient anymore. You scramble across your entire apartment, throwing cushions and lifting the rug in a mad dash to find your phone. Eventually, you find it shoved behind the coat rack. How it got there, you’re not quite composed enough to try and figure out.

Eyes glued to the television screen, still airing footage of recovery efforts, you tap through your contacts from your spot plopped down on the floor. You find the one person you have reserved for moments just like this. The line clicks to life after only one ring.

You can hear all sorts of noise in the background—chattering, more distant sirens, a low beeping sound you’re horrified to recognize as a heart monitor. Aizawa’s gruff “hello” is recognizable, nonetheless.

“What hospital is he at?”

On the other end, Aizawa breathes, long and heavy. Then he groans as he says your name, as though he’s been expecting a call from you. “Why are you—”

“Probably Hosu General, right? That’s where they’ve patched him up the last few times.” You mutter a curse under your breath as you shimmy across the hardwood, searching for your shoes. “Give them my name and tell them to let me in. I’m heading over right now.”

“Sit down and let me...” You think you hear him turn away from the receiver and say something authoritative to someone, somewhere amidst the mayhem.

“Eraser, please. I’m losing my mind over here and I need to talk to Toshinori now.”

“Can’t help you with that. He’s—”

“Then find me someone that can, dammit.” You don’t intend to lash out. You’ve just never been good at being useless, even after all this time. And right now? That’s definitely how you’re feeling.

“Interrupt me one more time and I hang up.” Aizawa’s voice is level, but there’s an intensity—a finality to it. Like he’s speaking to one of his students.

You bite your tongue, let your deliberate silence roar through the phone.

“He isn’t here.”

“What?” You choke, mind racing through only the very worst possibilities.

“You heard me. He let them stitch him up, then got up and left.”

“And they just let him leave?!” You’re not sure who you’re angrier with, your idiot-of-a-husband or the staff that’d failed to keep him in one place.

“He’s All Might. Were they supposed to tell him ‘no?’ Tie him to the bed and force him to stay?” Another bout of urgent chatter drowns out the end of Aizawa’s sentence. You take that as your cue to go.

“Thanks.” And you hang up before the hero has the opportunity to hear the deep, miserable sound that creeps up from the back of your throat.

Aizawa is right, though. When Toshinori makes up his mind about something, nothing can stop him. That doesn’t make it any easier to cope with the fact that he could very well be bleeding out in the middle of god-know-where, and you were powerless to do anything about it. Just like every other time before.

The front door clicks, but you’re so busy cursing it all—the villains, the hospital, the whole damn city—that you hardly notice. A cough from the hallways is the thing that does it for you, makes you spring up to your feet, frozen in place. There’s only one person it could possibly be, but still, your body goes rigid.

When he steps through the doorway, the bandages are the first thing your eyes drift to. You could’ve focused on the fact that Toshinori was here and alive now, but no, of course you had to fixate on the terrible things first. The rust-colored splotches scattered across the fresh, white bandages circling his forehead. His hero suit, tattered and stained and too-baggy for his thin frame. Then, there was the smile. The fact that it was still stretched across his face, even when you felt like you were going to completely lose it.

You bolt towards him, letting out the sobs that’ve been holed up deep in your chest for the past hour. Toshinori limps forwards, but only gets about a step in before you collide with him. He winces and has to stagger back to regain his balance, but he wraps his arms around you all the same.

“Shhh, I’m alright, see? We’re both alright.” He repeats over and over again, pressing kisses to the top of your head. Soft, reassuring words are the best he can offer, the only thing he can do try to soothe you.

“I was,” you inhale shakily, trying to form a coherent sentence through all your sniffling and wheezing, “I was watching and I thought...I thought you’d...”

“No, never. It’s over now, love. No more crying.” There’s a finality to his tone. It sounds convincing, for sure; even though you’ve heard it every other time reunions like this happened, you almost begin to believe that Toshinori is as invincible as he’d like you to think he is.

Almost.

“No more.” You cling to a remnant of his suit. The edge of it seems to disintegrate in your hand and you’re suddenly struck by the thought that that could’ve been his skin. Paper-thin, whittled down by scrapes and burns and cuts—

“I can’t do this again Yagi. My heart can’t take it. No more being a hero. No more rushing into danger and making me watch some asshole knock you around.”

You peer up into his eyes. Clear blue, like the blanket the two of you like to curl up under on your days off. Or like the sky on a sunny afternoon. Or like the paint you’d picked out for the walls of the nursery.

“Promise me you’re done being a hero.”

Toshinori smiles. Slowly. Gently, and even through the upward twist of his lip, you can see there’s a tinge of something sad in his expression.

“One for All is gone.”

It takes you more than a minute to process exactly what he’s saying. His quirk—never really his, but a part of him nonetheless—had finally flickered away. Whether it was because of the strain of battle or his injuries or just time, whatever remained of it had finally left him.

You open your mouth to mumble something, you’re not entirely sure what, but then Toshinori looks down at you. He steps back, leaving some space between the pair of you, and presses his hand to your belly. There’s no regret in his eyes. Exhaustion, yes, but none of the despair, the anger you’d expect from a man who’d just lost his quirk.

“It’s time for a new generation of heroes to take over. I paved the way, and now it’s up to them to follow it.”

Wise words. They should be comforting words as well, but you notice the way he strategically fails to make the promise. You’d be foolish to think that it was anything other than a deliberate decision on his part.

Deep down you’d expected as much, but the confirmation is enough to draw another mournful sob from you.

All Might might’ve been gone, but Toshinori Yagi still had to be a hero. Even if the last glimmer of One for All had left him. Even if society had already started its search for the new Symbol of Peace.

Even if it ended up costing him—and you—everything.

#bnha x reader #bnha all might #all might x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #Toshinori Yagi #bnha toshinori yagi #bnha toshinori #bnha yagi #yagi toshinori #mha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #ooops #my fingers slipped and i did a sad again #requests

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orderuponthe99prettygrimmdiaries · 4 years

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What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

Day 5 (or 6?? I don’t even know anymore) of being in emotional turmoil and stressed and worried and anxious about everything. Things are slightly better now at least, especially having spoken with my counsellor (and some friends).

I started writing this post yesterday, so excuse the mood changes throughout this post.

Yesterday was pretty bad, having a whole existential crisis and wondering why the heck I’m still around. At that point I just wanted to be in physical pain rather than deal with all these emotional ones. I guess I did get what I wanted cos I ended the day with a bloody migraine.

Just wish my mind would shut up/down. Can’t imagine how bad it’ll hurt when the worst really happens. At this point, anything could go. I really shouldn’t have sent that text on Saturday... I’d really tried too hard to make things normal, pretended like nothing happened as it seemed like he was doing. But I should have seen it, he was acting awkward and different and kinda avoiding, I shouldn’t have pushed it more. So yeah, now... I could hear from him maybe, chance is pretty low. Maybe until shipment day, but still, not really a high chance. Maybe I’d see him. Maybe we’d chat, maybe we’d be weird. Maybe things would be normal-ish and go the way it usually does. But I can’t imagine how painful it’s gonna be if there’s a chance he might not show, ever, perhaps requested to never show up here again or just fate/universe works. I know a part of me still holds out hope, for that text, for that shipment day, and I’m trying to picture all possible scenarios so I can be prepared and adjust my expectations, but I know it’s definitely not gonna be any way I expect it to be.

I’d always tried to prepare myself for this moment, the fallout and awkwardness after the confession. Which was why I never told the college guy what I felt, despite everything. Maybe it was a good decision, but I mean wondering what could have happened also sucked. Speaking of... saw this reddit meme post:

And oof, maybe the worst is actually a non-answer. At least saying no, I would have known that there’s no chance. I guess maybe it would be weird for him to say no directly too, considering we still might work together. Also like how do you tell someone you don’t wish to be friends anymore either? Maybe that’s just it. A non-answer is still a fucking answer. And I need to stop holding on to the false hopes and chances and the past or whatever fucking nonsense.

I think what truly sucked was that things were getting good again, even great. I know I can’t blame anyone but myself, I chose to tell him. I chose to let him return over and over and over despite all those disappearance acts and selective replying. I’m the one who’s always be like okay, lets just keep it friendly, but oof, nope, feelings caught.

Every little thing that I had brushed off or defended, just because I wanted to see him as better. Be it rose-tinted glasses, false hopes, building up the little non-significant stuff as something, or just red being my fave colour and I don’t see red flags, or whatever bloody nonsense, I think I really just didn’t wish to believe he’s the type that would just toy around with someone’s feelings. Why would people even fucking do that? Gah, but it’s like he’s friendly and sometimes flirty, and then when I try to see if we could get to something more and he’s just like woah, gotta back outta here. So were we friends? Was it just something sexual? Just boredom? Nothing makes any sense, honestly. Not even my counsellor understands what’s happening.

I’m so damn thankful for this one friend in particular that’s been there throughout this whole thing, through most of the ups and downs, being there to listen to every single bit, knowing she wouldn’t judge, even the extremely flirtatious and weird bits.

Like she said I might just be overthinking it. But then again, she’s also reminding me of different perspectives so I wouldn’t hold out too much hope, but it definitely still hurts. Along with everyone questioning “why him?”

Though it’s kinda funny how people are just like it doesn’t matter if he dumps you for good, you don’t need him. Well, yes, I know that, I don’t need him, but I wanted him. I wanted him to be around and to be there in my life. Yes, maybe I wanted too much, maybe this is selfish. Me wanting him doesn’t necessarily means that he wanted me. So maybe I shouldn’t have tried to define it. I mean relationships takes time, and why do you gotta rush into it? I think that’s what he enjoyed anyway, the company, without having to put labels on anything. But I guess that wasn’t fair either. I guess I just hate the uncertainty.

But well, I guess once you say it, it becomes real. The initial times could have been brushed off as flirting, sarcasm or jokes. But now, there’s no taking it back. Also why I held off for so long. But well, now it’s been said, I can’t take it back, and I think pretending that never happened... well, it’s not working either. We try, but there’s still that lingering feeling.

And what sucks is now I don’t even know if we’re still friends or not. Like I said previously, were we ever really friends? Yes, I should be mad that I never got an answer, but I also don’t wish to redirect it to becoming hatred. For some reason, as much as everyone is just like “GIRL, WHY THE FUCK”, I’m still hoping and praying that I haven’t fucked this all up and we could still chat and be friends. Maybe it’s because I really can’t stand to know that I was the cause into making someone feel awkward and uncomfortable. Imagine you expressing your feelings actually freaked someone out this bad. Hah.

Or maybe the truth is I’m just mad at myself for not being mad. I’m still pushing the blame on me. Yes, the timing was really shitty. Honestly, I feel like the timing has been pretty shit on us for most of it. But I feel that I’m still trying... I want to make things be okay. But yes, okay, stuff I can’t control. I shouldn’t push it anymore. Like as much as I want him, us, to be okay, I can’t control if he’s weirded out by it or anything. If he doesn’t even think we should remain friends at all. If he chooses to avoid me for ever.

Well, so, been trying my best to keep myself distracted and busy, and I think today it hurts less. Talking to that friend and my counsellor were pretty huge help (did chat about work too but that’s not really my focus for now tbh). Especially when I feel it really affected my mood the past week, especially my energy and you can sense the bad vibes flowing out and affecting people around. Not being responsive, being distant with most people and pushing them away.

Anyway, that friend had also sent me this tiktok video about how we shouldn’t have to rush into that whole getting married or having kids before 30, cos fuck society and their standards. But my close friends would know that this has been my goal for the longest time. Maybe it’s being in an Asian society, but this is something that I feel my parents would love to see and witness. And it breaks my heart to think that there’s a chance that might never happen. Yes, I’m still young, but am I really? I’m almost 25 and I still haven’t been in a relationship. I probably missed chances when I was at school, and now... I’m just still clueless and lost. Maybe that’s why I keep hanging on. Sigh.

Well, watching HIMYM now too is great timing honestly, learning all these stuff. Seriously, platinum rule, date-time continuum (again, really dumbass move of Saturday text after everything), etc. It’s gonna be a while before things get to normal again, if ever. Maybe that was my last ever convo with him, which considering isn’t too bad, if you disregard the dumbassery from Saturday. We need space, time. And to hoping this isn’t the end. And if it is... everything happens for a reason. Like my friend was saying, sometimes things need to fall apart so better things can fall into place.

And again, reminder to me, YOU GOT THIS, GIRL. You’re stronger and tougher than you think. Sure, it hurts like ass now, but allow yourself to feel it. Let it flow through you, strengthen you. Even if it don’t go out the way as planned (make the plan, execute the plan, watch the plan fall off the rails, THROW AWAY THE PLAN), it’s just gonna be another lesson learnt. Stop focusing on the bad, learn to see the positive again and be present and appreciative of what you had. Look how far you’ve grown, the shots you made, the effort you’ve put in, the words you actually fucking said (girl, you cray). Be fucking proud of yourself. It’s probably still gonna sting for a while, but eh, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

#post of the day #emotions #personal #ramble #love #relationships #boys #emotional #dating #message to self #you got this #stay strong #everything happens for a reason #existential crisis #rejection #nothing really goes as planned

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saltys-writings · 5 years

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Hi! Could you write something about confessing to Ravn at a Halloween party? :D ❤️

so long as we agree he’s not wearing the willy wonka costume i can saljfökasdfa

also i apologize this got kinda longer than planned^^”

Words: ~1.2k

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[Oneus - Ravn] Spooky Confession

You’ve been dreading this halloween party ever since you received the invitation from your best friend right after seeing her pass one out to Kim Youngjo, your current crush and honestly the only guy you’ve ever really been lovesick for. It’s not that you’ve never been in love with anyone before, but the other guys you’ve dated were kind of just… mediocre you’d have said back then. Not Youngjo you’d say now.

And still, you could see this party as a chance to finally get closer to him - after all it’s the ultimate opportunity, and the alcohol makes many things easier as well. But you dread it. Maybe it’s because you know you’re far out of his league that you dread it so much, even though your friends keep encouraging you to at least give it a shot, but you just don’t want to. Probably out of fear that he’ll reject you - which you honestly couldn’t blame him for.

That’s until after the first few rounds of shots you all collectively did, mostly to be able to overlook the gruesome low-effort costumes some people decided to show up in. Sure, you’re all college students and don’t have the money for an expensive outfit, but neither showing as much skin as possible nor wearing an improvised mecha suit made of old cardboard impresses you in this early night.

Needless to say, there are also some people with genuinely good costumes, and Youngjo is of course one of them. He decided to go with a classic and dress as a zombie. And you’re not unhappy about that, because thanks to his white contact lenses and green-ish makeup he actually looks scary to you and for once your heart is jumping for a completely different reason whenever you happen to run across him. But you too seem to have made a good costume choice as a vampire, as not only your friends but also other guys have given you various compliments. You turned them all down though. Because deep inside you know you’d regret it if you held the hands of anyone but Youngjo tonight.

You’re on the way to the bathroom to fix your makeup and hair, when you come past the kitchen. I should get something to drink, you think to yourself and make a left-turn. Getting yourself a glass out of the top shelves and filling it with tap water, you lean against the counter.

“I shouldn’t have taken that last shot…” you mumble, when you see someone walking in from the corner of your eye.

“You’re here to get water too?” he asks, his usual smile on his lips that you could secretly die for. It takes you a moment to collect yourself upon registering that you’re all alone in this narrow kitchen with Kim Youngjo, but you somehow pull yourself together thanks to the alcohol. Suddenly you’re glad that you took that last shot.

“Yeah… it’s getting too hot in the living room,” you answer almost mechanically, staring into his now deep brown eyes. “Did you… take out your contacts?”

“Yes,” he says after filling up another glass. In your tipsy state you’re not even embarrassed while watching closely as he brings it up to his lips and your eyes wander to his throat to observe how his adam’s apple moves while he swallows the cool water. You refocus on his face with much effort when he continues talking. “They started to hurt.”

“Well, when you’re not used to them…” you say. His eyes are so pretty, your mind distracts you, but you concentrate hard to keep the conversation going. “I tried some at home too,” you lie. “But they were super uncomfortable.”

“Oh?” he exclaims in surprise. “I’m sure you would’ve looked good in them.”

“Th-thank you.” You blush and avert your eyes, as if he couldn’t see your current state if only you didn’t look at him. However, he reaches out his hand to you after setting down the empty glass next to him.

“Do you want to go back?” You look up at him, taking his hand out of compulsion. Warmth shoots up your arm as your skin makes contact with him, and nervousness bubbles up in your stomach. You nod, getting lost in his deep brown eyes yet again, and when he turns away, robbing you of the sight, you feel the need to complain and say the first thing that comes to mind.

“You’re really pretty,” you say. “Your eyes I mean.” Wearing a surprised expression, he looks back at you. “I mean, you’re handsome, but…” You force-shut yourself up. You’ve said enough to embarrass yourself. To your surprise though, he smiles at you.

“Thank you,” he says. “Actually I wanted to give you a compliment on your costume as well,” he explains and steps closer. Him making intense eye contact with you sends a cold shiver down your spine, but the tension isn’t unwelcome. “But,” he continues, “I wasn’t sure if it was okay for me to call you sexy.”

You don’t know what to say. The only thing you know is that you’re blushing badly and that him tilting his head right in front of you, smiling at you mischievously isn’t helping your case.

“I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have said it after all,” he proceeds to apologize, wanting to step away, but your grip on his hand tightens.

“Uhm…” You take a deep breath and avoid another eye contact. “I’ve been wanting to tell you something.”

“What is that?”

“I…” you stammer. Whatever made you think that confessing now was a good idea you don’t know, but you do know that you can’t get out of it anymore now. “I like you.”

“I know,” he replies. “I was wondering when you would have the courage to tell me.” You stare at him in disbelief.

“You knew?” you shout. “You knew and let me think you didn’t have a single clue all this time?!” You feel yourself getting angry, and when you reopen your mouth to complain some more, he takes a quick step forward, forcing your back to meet with the shelf behind you and without a chance to resist he presses his lips against yours.

“I’m sorry,” he says, silently, after breaking the kiss, his eyes still lingering on your lips, “I should’ve said something earlier.” He kisses you again briefly. “But I wanted to hear it from you first.” You put your hands on his waist and pull him closer to you, getting on tiptoes in hopes he would meet you in the middle for another kiss. Instead, he puts his index finger over your mouth, shutting you up.

“People are going to come in sooner or later,” he whispers into your ear, kissing your neck just below it repeatedly in between words. He slowly moves his lips over your jaw and to your mouth, while your eyelids fall shut, and right after kissing the corner of your mouth you can hear him whisper again. “Maybe we should take this elsewhere.”

#i thought i should totally post this while it's still the 31st #so im sorry for the sudden change of genre lmao #in the middle of all the blurbs #request #oneus #ravn #kim youngjo #oneus ravn #oneus writing #drabble #imagine #scenario #oneus drabble #oneus fanfic #oneus scenario #oneus imagine #fluff

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sawyersick · 5 years

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all the questions for that ask game!!! (or as many as you want lol)

holy fuck bee............................. ok get red E its a Lot

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?

Idk what I would say but I probably wouldn’t be that freaked out... the last person I texted is a good friend/coworker and I trust him

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?

I uhhh can’t remember who the last person I kissed was because it was years ago but let’s assume it was my ex..... he was a toxic pos who tore me down because he had low self esteem so yeah I don’t really like him

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?

I would be upset if it was anything more than weed or the ocassional drink or if it was a full blown addiction and I would be mad if they didn’t tell me on principle...

Also I would not be very comfortable if they did it around me because I’m a weenie despite hanging out in hardcore punk groups...... also I can’t stomach the smell of cigarettes im sorry

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?

nope!

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?

sober, I don’t drink

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?

like..... as a significant other? I guess. I’m pretty bad at telling my feelings to people and I’m kinda clingy when I like someone. idk if I’ve ever *explicitly* messed it up tho

7. What does your last received text say?

“sick” and then the sparkly heart emoji five times

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?

lots and lots and lots.... unfortunately. we were together for a year and a half

9. Where was your last kiss at?

fuck bitch I don’t remember.............. school? my house? his house? the pool??? man the last five months of that relationship were affection-less

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?

I don’t have one!

11. What do you drink in the morning?

water and sometimes tea

12. Where did you sleep last night?

the car and then my bed when I got home

13. Do you think relationships are hard?

I mean everything takes effort... I don’t find it hard to do things for people in my relationships but I get frustrated when it isn’t reciprocated and I burn out

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?

nah

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?

yes....................... many..........................

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?

I TRIED to be a good emo and like the rain but tbh I get really reasonally depressive so I prefer the sun 100%

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?

nope!

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?

jeans!

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?

hopefully!! I met this real cute punk boy last night

20. Does anyone like you?

HA I doubt it......... I usually come off as the little sister type to most people

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?

nope!

22. Is the last person you kissed gay?

probably

I suspected that he had internalized homophobia but also he was weirdly transphobic to me so I dropped it and pretended to be a cis girl around him which is weird because I think he liked boys??????????????????

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?

YES this girl from high school who talked about tentacle porn to school admins for no reason and did lots of other weird shit

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?

yes! I have a whale on my hip and I want to get tiny scissors on my arm soon

25. In the past week have you cried?

yes I watched queer eye and a disney movie lol

26. What breed was the last dog you saw?

I follow like 12 samoyeds on instagram but the last dog I saw irl was this ADORABLE black lab who was a service dog and he rested his head on his human’s lap when she sat down in the library and I wanted to cry

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?

I have a towel hanging right out side the shower so I grab it, then step out of the shower

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?

hm idk I think so? I definitely kissed a guy who played tennis but he forced it on me so I don’t count it

29. Do you think you’re old?

yes because I hate tiktok

30. Do you like text messaging?

I don’t mind it!! The service at my house sucks tho so I prefer cloud based texting like instagram or facebook messenger

31. What type of day are you having?

A good but slow one! I had a really good night last night so I’m just resting now

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?

I’d honestly rather get snake bites if I were to get a piercing but in general I’m afraid of facial piercings

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?

warm! then I can head down to the lake :)

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?

yes! he’s one of my best friends and I talk to him every day and he lives in scotland and I’d like to meet him one day

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?

relationship! Flings personally make me feel icky and I’m over that

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?

I’d like to think I’m complicated but I’m a simple man..................... you show me whale, I like

37. What song are you listening to?

any song by Liily, all day every day

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?

yes! I perpetually feel bad about everything!!!!!!39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?

there was! but not anymore because she ghosted me for no reason40. What made you start liking the person you like now?

This person is so cute and kind and creative and nice and sweet and fashionable!!!! and fun to mosh with!!!!!41. When did you last receive a text message?

half an hour ago ish???42. What is wrong with you right now?

I am constantly depressed and there’s nothing I can do about it exceot keep myself insanely busy but that means there’s no breather for me and also I probably have adhd but can’t afford a therapist43. How well do you know the last female you texted?

FeMaLe dude just say chick

pretty well! I like her favourite band and we talk like once a week at the very least44. Does anyone disgust you?

yes my ex was very nasty and tore people down to his level and also this one person from high school who fucked over my friends 45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?

depends on who.... eye emoji............. but probably yes I have low standards46. Are you in a good mood right now?

yes!47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?

my parents? but other than that it was thanking Nick from the band Unpopular Opinion for the lovely tabling opportunity last night48. What color shirt are you wearing?

white T shirt with a cat pink sweater with a cat49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?

yes one of my parents says nasty things when in a bad mood50. Anyone you’re giving up on?

yes my former best friend who ghosted me and this girl who keeps flaking on plans with me and also a boy who got mixed up in weird drama with me and his ex that I never wanted to be a part of51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?

I’ve never really falen hard for anyone, just periods of obsession. I guess I’m waiting for that one sPeCiAl sOmEoNe

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?

yes, but I’ll settle for waiting53. Do you like rain?

a little of it!54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?

I’d rather they not be a alcholoic because I had a raging drunk coworker who scared the shit out of me once but I guess I’d be okay with the ocasional drink/drunk night as long as they’re safe55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?

So many times... I keep my mouth shut because it would never work for one reason or another...... also I’m so SICK of having to make the move all the time I just want to be fawned over I’ve never had anyone do ANYTHING romantic for me 56. Do you like to cuddle?

.......................yes57. Are you shy?

not normally! I LOVE being social but in relationships yeah because I’m insecure58. Do you get along with girls?

yes? girls who don’t get along with girls are lame...... lift each other up don’t tear yaselves down59. Have you dated the person you texted last?

nope! But I’ll admit I thought about it haha60. What do you carry with you at all times?

chapstick, money, and pepper spray

ya boy don’t mess around61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?

depends on the haunted levels, as long as the “ghost” would only watch/appear and not scream or whatever or try to make contact I guess that would be fine? but if It tries to disturb me I’m yeeting mysef the fuck outta here because ya boy needs uninterrupted beauty rest62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?

yep! I dragged one out for a year and a half when I really should have ended things much sooner than that63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?

nope! Been single for around two years now64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?

YES HOLY SHIT65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?

I fired some pieces in my pottery class! my mugs and bowls came out so well

and I met the cutest punk boy last night!!!!!! he’s so cute and very my type and I got to dance with him in the mosh pit!!!!!!!!!! tell me that’s not the cutest punk thing ever

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?

19, 18(17???), and 21

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?

I’ve only gotten them done once! It was very enjoyable but I’m a cheapskate so I’d probably rather do them myself68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?

leopard print I guess69. Do you have any stickers on your car?

one! A turtle from the Maui Ocean Center. I’d like to add a few more sea-related ones and maybe a totoro I bought at a con a few years back70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?

literally who the fuck even are these people71. Blackberry, Android, or iPhone?

android 4 lyfe72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?

never? my DnD group would get round table or little caesars73. Do you like diet soda?

I guess? I like it the same as diet soda74. What color are the walls in your room?

one purple wall and the other three are pastel mint75. Are you 16 or older?

yeah baybee76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?

nope 77. Do you have a job?

yep! I’m a windsurfing instructor 78. What are your initials?

ZSKMTS

but usually I go by SS79. Did you ever have braces?

nope! I’ve got near-perfect teeth :D80. Are you from the south?

nope!

81. What does your last status on facebook say?

I talked about meeting my favourite band again!82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?

no because he forced himself on me when we were young and I think he remembers and is ashamed and also doesn’t live near me anymore 83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?

idk, I’m close but not in different ways with both of them84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?

I was really good at the tumbling unit in 6th grade85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood? I don’t go to the movies much 86. Do you smoke?

no the smell of cigarettes makes me want to vomit87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?

I love heels but I LIVE in flip flops bc california88. Is your phone touch screen?

yes???? damn when was this ask game made89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?

straight.......... I’m too lazy to curl it 90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?

nope! I’m a weenie 91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?

the ocean!!!!!!!! But I guess a pool bc I’m afraid of the flesh eating bacteria in freshwater lakes92. Have you ever made out in a car?

no but I HAVE made out on some random person’s lawn lmao93. …Had sex in a car?

no I’m a virgin 94. Are you single or in a relationship?

single pringle who loves to mingle 95. What were you doing last night at midnight?

selling my art and listening to cool bands and dancing with cute punk people!!!96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?

the day after the fourth of July 97. Do you like the camera on your phone?

yes! I just got a new phone and the camera is way better than my old one

the low lighting setting is c r i s p 98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?

I made out with this one friend of mine like twice and then I never did it again bc I felt icky 99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?

no I don’t drink100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate?

NAH BRO YOU GOTTA UNFRIEND THE FUCK OUTTA THEM NO RAGRETS 101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?

nope I’m a virgin102. Name your favorite Kesha song:

Liily? did you mean Liily???? my favourite Liily song is Wash, Toro, or The Weather103. Do you have any tan lines right now?

yeah one from the ring I wear every day and like a shorts tan from summer104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?

hell yeah but ONLY if the cowboy boots are bright red or hot pink no exceptions

#long post #ask #bumbleberrybee

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pass-the-bechdel · 5 years

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Crazy Ex-Girlfriend season four full review

How many episodes pass the Bechdel test?

100% (seventeen of seventeen).

What is the average percentage per episode of female characters with names and lines?

47.22%

How many episodes have a cast that is at least 40% female?

Thirteen, distinctly over half, and with nine of those hitting or exceeding 50%, and two of those making it to/over the 60% line.

How many episodes have a cast that is less than 20% female?

Zero, unsurprisingly.

How many female characters (with names and lines) are there?

Thirty-nine. Sixteen who appeared in more than one episode, five who appeared in at least half the episodes, and two who appeared in every episode.

How many male characters (with names and lines) are there?

Forty-three. Twenty who appeared in more than one episode, seven who appeared in at least half the episodes, and one who appeared in every episode.

Positive Content Status:

Nothing to write home about. It isn’t devoid of good qualities, but it also isn’t half as good as it seems to think it is, and it rarely makes any genuine effort to try (average rating of 3).

General Season Quality:

Patchy. Never regained the highs of the series-best third season, though it showed some potential now and then; likewise, never dragged down the way the show did at its worst in series-low season two, but still definitely wandered in that direction time and again. Comes to a conclusion as predictable as it is boring.

MORE INFO (and potential spoilers) under the cut:

Ok, since full-season reviews for the final season of a show have a tendency to take on strong full-series overtones, I’m gonna keep this simple, and just focus on the way the character’s storylines came around (or didn’t) by the last episode. Considering that they used that abominable time-skip technique to neatly skip major developments yet again, they made it very easy to reflect on what the narrative has positioned as core to the character’s lives.

First, a note on time skips: like any technique, they have their place in a storyteller’s toolbox, and it is completely possible to use them to strong effect. Time skips, in and of themselves, are not the devil, nor are they automatic signs of lazy storytelling - they just need to exist for a good reason. Having serious changes take place in the interim, and dropping the audience into the chaos on the other side so that they can unravel all that change and work out how things developed and how they fit together now after the fact? Great use of a time skip, because it still uses the interim developments for active storytelling, and drives viewer engagement by making you pay attention to put the pieces together. There’s heaps of potential in that, plus you can bring vitality to plot development that might actually have been laborious to watch in real-time; when viewed in retrospect, it can become much more interesting than it would have been as a chronological thread. The two big time skips we had in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend? Categorically not that. The first one, in season three, was essentially a way of going ‘nothing interesting whatsoever happened in these character’s lives for eight entire months’, which is just abysmal storytelling, and the only real explanation for why they bothered with the time skip at all was that they wanted to fast-track the pregnancy plot (which, I’ll say again, I am still really disturbed by - it meant declaring that absolutely nothing that happened - for Heather, as a pregnant person, or for Darryl as an expectant parent, or for Rebecca as the egg donor who never really addressed her own feelings about her decision (this season limply acknowledged that in one episode, but you know what would have been better? The inclusion of emotional ups and downs over time! It’s only EXACTLY the kind of thing which is deeply pertinent to Rebecca’s mental state!) - none of it was meaningful enough to be worth telling a story about, and that’s depressingly lazy and insulting to the characters, frankly, and NOT just because of my own pregnancy-related feelings). Skipping eight months of your own story without using that missing time for anything is ridiculous (and if you don’t want to waste time on a plot thread, don’t include it in the first place - since the entire baby storyline came to a big zero on character and narrative development anyway, they might as well have not bothered pretending). The entire year they time-skipped in the final episode of this season? Kinda the exact same problem, even though they did include little flashback scenes this time to pretend that anything meaningful happened. If it actually mattered, you shoulda built it into the course of the actual season, instead of handwaving it in at the eleventh hour without any development or fallout. This is not how storytelling works.

And what did we get as the sum total of our character development in the time-skipped year, what action was jumped over and then treated as the culmination of each individual’s life and time on the show? Well, Josh got a new serious girlfriend. One of the better characters on the whole show, a highlight when there was sometimes little light to be had, and he...got a girlfriend. Wow. Josh’s story really went places, huh? Nathaniel? Quit his job and went to work at his favourite place, the zoo, which is a much more interesting development and easily my favourite one, but also, they didn’t build towards that at all. You could be forgiven for forgetting that Nathaniel likes going to the zoo when he’s sad, because that was just a bit from a song one episode, long ago, and the show never reinforced his interest in the zoo outside of that. Objectively, I love this as an end-place for his character, but in the context of his development on-show, it’s kinda out of left field, they did not incorporate it in to his narrative the way they should have if they were gonna use it in this way. Similar problem: Paula, whose Great Achievement was bringing pro bono work to her firm, only, we’d never had any real indication that she was passionate about it before, it was just something she started doing to support Rebecca. This doesn’t feel like a development that actually has anything to do with Paula at all, and it certainly doesn’t bring things around on any part of her personal plot in a way that could be considered meaningful. Valencia finally gets to be engaged, she makes it happen for herself by being the one to propose, and that’s nice but hardly less of a bland culmination than ‘and Josh has a girlfriend’. Darryl’s relationship and child-in-the-making is also ho-hum, and kinda reinforces the idea that they coulda just skipped the stupid Hebecca plot since it was seemingly just a way to preoccupy Darryl while they couldn’t come up with any real story for him, only to have his story end with achieving the same thing he had already spent the previous season achieving, just with a partner involved this time. Heather, Hector, White Josh? No meaningful developments, they were never important. Greg? Something restaurant related? I literally can’t even remember already, that’s how much I don’t care. Why was he even here? Nope, still don’t care.

And then of course, Rebecca. She sure did ‘resolve’ her BPD as a plot point by taking medication, so, not impressed by the way they handled that in the end, and in the meantime she finally realised that her happiness was not and should not be defined by relationships and that she should pursue the things in life which actually make her happy within herself, and that is...exactly the basic conclusion that I assumed this show would come to back when it started. I somehow foolishly thought they would have to have something more up their sleeves than ‘don’t define yourself through your relationship with someone else’, especially after they doubled and tripled down (get it, tripled? Because of the three guys?) on the idea that romance was part of the endgame for Rebecca, literally to the last episode; turning around and pulling a ‘but romance isn’t the most important thing!’ after THAT MUCH time and energy spent on forefronting it in the late stages of the show doesn’t feel like some kind of clever twist, it’s something really obvious that the show had various leaned on at other points in its run, only to return to the romantic centre with a greater and greater vengeance. By this point, blowing off the romances with all three of these other characters that Rebecca had already blown off - numerous times! - in the past isn’t some revelation of character development, it’s just pattern repetition. For the sprinkling of other plot threads they wrapped up for Rebecca this season, each of them applauded to some extent for whatever catharsis they brought, this ultimately ended her story in the most redundant of ways, placing at the core of her story the very same thing that the show had already denounced and restored time and time again. But anyway. This all sounds awfully series-review-ish. The moral of the story is, I hated the final episode with a passion and it made me feel like the entire show was largely pointless viewing, and that’s unfortunate because there were various glimmers of thoughtful wrap-ups across the rest of the season. Anything else, I guess I’ll talk it out in the only place left for it: the full series review.

#Crazy Ex-Girlfriend #Crazy Ex-Girlfriend season four #Bechdel Test #female representation #full season review #Crazy Exgirlfriend

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Flicker

Summary: Canon(ish). Being in a relationship with a superhero is hard work.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,222

Warnings: language, timeline manipulation, angst, heavy self-reflection, no dialogue for once, cheesy, you know how I am already come on

A/N: This is my one-shot for @buckthegrump’s angst & fluff challenge, where my prompt was the song “Flicker” by Niall Horan. I love this song, and it made me so sad I got out of bed (where I was being sad) to come write this sad (but hopeful) stream-of-conscious thing. Oh also it’s my first Steve fic, so please be gentle. I want to protect him, ohmygod.

You opened one eye slowly, then the other, waiting for them to adjust to the darkness. It was still early, much earlier than you were used to waking, but he’d already left - at least, his side of the bed was cold. A closer look at the smooth sheets suggested that he’d never come to bed at all.

The telltale signs of the needle scratching over his favorite Harry James record (at a low volume of course, because he was always polite like that) had announced his unexpected late arrival the night before. You figured he’d come find you, maybe call out your name softly as he searched each room just to see your face again after so long.

No such luck.

And you could have untangled your legs from your sheets and made your way into the living room to sit with him while he relaxed after a long day of…whatever it was he had done…but you didn’t. You stayed in your darkened bedroom, tangled in the sheets, eyes wide open as you stared at the bedroom door, willing him to walk through it.

It wasn’t a contest.

Neither of you were mad.

Something was just off, something was missing and had been for a while.

When you first met Steve Rogers, you kinda sorta knew who he was already.

Okay…that was a load of bullshit.

You knew exactly who he was, and that’s precisely why you tried to avoid him. And you didn’t just duck your head or leave the room, either, you flat-out made it clear that you understood what he did as a day job and while you respected the hell out of him, you wanted no part of it.

Your friends thought you were crazy. They wondered how you could possibly turn down the chance to be the girlfriend of one of the most famous men in the world. How could someone turn down handsome Steve Freakin’ Rogers, the original Avenger?

First of all, he would age much, much slower than you. How would that feel to turn look in the mirror one day and see your wrinkled face and grey hair while he still looked like a hot twenty-something?

Second, the danger of it all would keep you up at night with worry. You were already anxious enough, you didn’t need fifty more reasons to want to cry yourself to sleep.

Third, you knew that if you were ever to be with him, you’d be fourth place (at best) in his life, behind the rest of the world, the Avengers, and his unflinching sense of duty.

He tried here and there to use his sincerity, even a little bit of that old-fashioned charm, to take you out for a nice dinner or something. Each time, you gave him a big smile and told him he would meet a lucky lady someday, to save it for her.

But one day he approached you without all the charm and intensity you’d come to expect, and it was just…different.

His eyes were vulnerable, his shoulders drooping…and you weren’t one to swoop in and fix people or anything, but that had just been so out-of-character for him, for Steve Freakin’ Rogers, that you couldn’t help but put your reservations aside and try to at least be a good friend.

He’d lost so much time and so many people over the years that he became really good at hiding his own pain, but not in front of you. Even though you’d done all you could to avoid this man, for some reason you could read him, and he was hurting so much.

You started letting him in little by little, guarding your own heart while trying to repair his, but it was all for naught.

Steve Freakin’ Rogers, ya know...

And your feelings were stronger than you could have predicted.

When it was good, it was so good. The beginning, the honeymoon phase when a relationship is shiny and new and everything in the world is right, was probably the happiest you’d ever been in your entire life.

He’d leave from time to time, but it was never for that long at first. He kept you updated on everything he could, even learned how to Facetime for you, and his absence just made your reunions that much sweeter.

Like any cliché romance with a superhero though, the danger grew, and so did Steve’s unwillingness to step aside. That was just another thing you loved about him, though it made your heart sink just like you had predicted.

He was a good man…you couldn’t possibly hold him back from something he was meant to do.

And so each time he went away, he chipped off another piece of you and took it with him, leaving it wherever he ended up and inconveniently forgetting to return it.

Your work suffered. Your health became less-than-stellar, from both lack of sleep and lack of appetite.

Steve would come home and he would notice your state, but you would brush it off and say it was allergies or the neighbors were loud or work was stressing you out.

You never ever ever wanted to tell him the truth:

You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep being the girlfriend of Steve Freakin’ Rogers.

It made you feel weak; neither of you needed that. He needed you to be strong in the moments he couldn’t be, when he actually found time to come home to you, because he’d spent all his energy and strength on everyone else. You were lucky he was coming home at all; so many others weren’t as fortunate in life.

He bought your excuses at first, or at least he acted like he did.

Worried glances, furrowed brows, and attempts to get you to eat and sleep were all noted but disregarded as you changed the topic and fussed over him.

Where did that cut come from?

What happened to your motorcycle this time?

You didn’t call, I was so worried…

So no, it didn’t surprise you when he didn’t come into the bedroom to greet you, to hold you in his arms like he used to.

The distance was just too far anymore.

He didn’t leave a note before he took off either, something you realized when the first rays of sunshine hit your skin and you finally made your way to the living room.

You ran your fingers over the record player, noticing that he’d put the album back in its sleeve and in its place on the shelf. His leather jacket, not needed in the springtime heatwave, was hanging by the door. It was like he had never been there at all. The room reminded you of that exhibit in the Smithsonian, another pristine tribute to the former life of Captain America right in your own apartment. The difference was, you didn’t have a plaque describing what happened here. There was no video showing highlights of your time with him.

No note...

In the great scheme of things, you felt inconsequential.

None of his possessions made you feel any closer to him. None of them brought you solace on the long nights when you sat up wondering why you weren’t as important as strangers on the street to the man you loved.

Even the leather jacket, which you’d wrapped around yourself on more than one occasion, held no comfort for you anymore. His scent had worn off a long time ago.

He was simply fading away, and you hated it.

You longed for a resolution.

You could see it in your mind; he would walk in, and you would ask him to have a seat on the couch, and you would tell him that it was over. The sleepless nights could be someone else’s for a change, because you weren’t getting any younger and you needed some stability.

You needed some effort from a partner.

Your day passed by like it normally would for a Saturday spent alone. The sun got higher in the sky as you checked off a few errands and grabbed lunch at a little café that you’d become a regular at. Table for one? Yes, thank you.

You kept going, though, having gotten this solo act down pretty well by now.

After a while, the sun dipped lower in the sky, the city lights began to shine, the air became a little cooler, and you finally let yourself think about him again.

Part of the walk home included trudging past the first place you had ever laid eyes on Steve Rogers in person. He’d been jogging past your apartment, looking every bit the handsome superhero you’d seen on the news. Your chest tightened at the memory of him doing a double-take in your direction. He had become so distracted that he nearly fell face-first over a bicycle on the sidewalk.

And yeah, you still felt a little smug that you’d affected him that much just by existing.

What happened to those days?

Now he couldn’t even be bothered to wake you up in the next room when he was home for the first time in weeks.

You shook your head, refusing to tarnish such a happy, hilarious memory. If things truly weren’t going to work out, you were damn determined to at least stay friends. He was such a good man, he at least deserved that sort of closure.

The stairwell of your building was haunted by the ghosts of the two of you racing up to your floor (first one there gets to pick the movie!), and of him reaching for your hand the first time (see, this isn’t so bad, is it?). Even the landing near your front door brought back memories of all the times he wasn’t willing to wait until you were inside to kiss you, instead pressing you against the wall feverishly before his lips covered yours (I want you…).

Your heart was aching by the time you opened the door and went back inside.

Something was off again, though.

He was back.

Since the living room and kitchen were empty, you moved as quietly as possibly to the bedroom door, even though his heightened sense of hearing probably alerted him to your presence the second you got to the top of the stairs.

He was there, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling, and he made no move to look at you even when you stood in the doorway and waited.

Now there was a choice before you, and while your instincts told you to sleep on the couch that night, you moved forward into the darkened room and around to the other side of the bed.

It would be so much work, and he might not even be interested anymore, but you had to know for sure if there was anything left...if a future would be possible in those circumstances, even as friends.

You gave him one last chance as you paused at the side of the bed, waiting in case he wanted to protest, to reject you and tell you not tonight or something.

He didn’t move a muscle...didn’t even blink.

You slipped off your shoes and crawled on top of the messy sheets until you were on your side facing him, though you didn’t reach out for him just yet.

His hair was longer, you noted, and he had a beard that was sort of dark and messy. It made him look dangerous, a little wilder than you were used to seeing.

God, you loved it.

After a minute, he wordlessly lifted his arm in an open, unspoken truce. You almost immediately tucked yourself against his body, letting your free arm wrap around his stomach as you pressed your head gently to his chest.

You heard his heartbeat, that’s how silent it was in the room.

It got you thinking about that sound and how much you’d missed it over the last few weeks. It made you think of the first night you’d spent with him, curled around him after an intimate moment, listening as his racing heart tried desperately to calm itself.

You thought about all the heartbeats you’d shared with him…all of your own heartbeats that were skipped because he smiled at you or kissed you, or you saw him across the room.

You wondered how you ever got to a place where someone’s heartbeat meant so much to you.

There, inside your chest, a tiny flicker of hope was starting to form. He was there, wasn’t he? He’d reciprocated.

He was holding you again, wasn’t he?

The flicker grew a little stronger as his heartbeat got a little louder.

Steve Freakin’ Rogers’ arm tightened around you, and a second later you felt his lips place a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

Your self-preservation instincts were screaming inside your head by then, but his heartbeat did its best to drown it all out. This was your Steve Rogers, the man you’d fallen so deeply in love with that you’d promised to never lose sight of that love even in the darkest of moments.

That promise sparked some electric courage as you shifted to meet his gaze.

His blue eyes looked back at yours, searching in the dark for an echo, a sign…

…for that flicker of hope.

Your smile ignited.

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#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #my first steve fic!!!#steve rogers x reader angst #jsb flicker #i'm so nervous #its 1am i need to sleep omg #emilyswritingchallenge

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