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icearts · 2 months ago

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Nobody is talking about how Angeal and Sephiroth are exact opposites in EC and it's making me unwell so I'm gonna dump it.

Have some pictures of their 2D renders for fun

Prepare yourself, this rant is a little long (but don't worry there's visual aids)

There's more obvious tells out there, like their body language and overall postures, Angeal is generally more open and Sephiroth is generally more guarded.

However, notably, this carries into how they hold their weapons throughout all of their appearances, even in Crisis Core

Fair warning, my source is multiple Google articles so prepare for some inaccuracy and uncertainty. Feel free to correct me.

Sephiroth carries his sword in an ox guard, which has the purpose of intimidating your opponent while also having the sword protect your vital organs.

Angeal's sword is held in a plow guard, which operates a bit like a fool's guard (I actually thought it was one at first), making yourself look more open to attacks to Provoke an enemy into coming in. Unlike the fools guard, the plow guard gives you a quicker maneuverability to strike first once the opponent comes in.

This is really important for their fighting styles, as Sephiroth is quick and deadly, meanwhile Angeal (i think the game refers to his character type as a Provoke Tank) always stands somewhat in front of Seohiroth and tries to draw in hits, acting as a shield. They have the sword and shield dynamic

BUT ITS ALSO RELEVANT TO THEIR PERSONALITIES you see Sephiroth acts cold and bitter, trying to keep people at arm's length, especially raw after EC Part 1 where he and his past friends had a Not Great Time (I won't give the recap sorry it'll take too long and I'm laser focused rn). Anyways, Sephiroth, much like his stance, tries to intimidate people into staying back. He will not let himself look vulnerable to attacks.

Meanwhile, Angeal is more open and friendly, taking Sephiroth's briskness and impoliteness in stride. He's open and welcoming even when Sephiroth's defense is his offense.

They're also both well trained with swords, so they can probably infer a lot about each other's personalities through how they hold their blade. Angeal seeing Sephiroth as someone who is guarded and closed off, avoiding getting hurt by being the first to lash out. Sephiroth views Angeal as being too open and vulnerable, and may even have a presumption that, like his fool's guard, Angeal is baiting Sephiroth into getting close enough that he can attack him the second he's open. It's good shit.

Next up: the weird purple-vignetted dreams they get in EC

So there's some spooky shenanigans going on in this story. I have my own predictions as to what's going on, but for future's sake, at the time of writing this is am only 2 chapters in. I'll try to be more direct to context and then provide my future game predictions at the end. Cool? Cool.

So we know based on canon that Sephiroth's dream isn't a memory, or an event or anything like that. So by process of elimination, Angeal's is the same way. Plus

Little confirmation here that Angeal always felt unable to care for his parents, which hurts me so bad btw. Anyways, analysis time.

Sephiroth fantasizes about being cared for and reassured. He wants to know what it's like for someone to love him unconditionally, he cannot even imagine the possibility. This dream shows him exactly that, his mother making him food and telling him she's always been there for him and they've always has this. In the dream, he believes it although is confused by conflicting memories. She's momentarily able to convince him that he is cared for and loved by her. In reality, he's never met his mother (her name isn't Jenova either, but that's a story for another day).

Angeal fantasizes about being to care for others. He wants to help his village, create a strong community, care for his parents and make it so they do not have to work so hard. He wants everyone to feel safe, secure, and rested and he is willing to carry all of the work on his shoulders to the best of his ability. His dream shows him doing exactly that, which based on the falsehood of Sephiroth's dream, means it's a false memory and he never was able to care for his parents for whatever reason. Really hopeful the game will tell us soon. Maybe he did try but it wasn't enough. Maybe he was weak because they didn't have enough food. Who knows.

Also, for context, Tetsuya Nomura (FF7 director) did confirm that Angeal's father has a chronic illness and died shortly after Angeal joined SOLDIER, after having worked himself to death. So Angeal dreaming of these memories of helping his dad to support his grateful but guilty mother is likely very much influenced by a sense of grief or guilt.

Then in the next chapter, these dreams happen again.

The Banorans obviously either did not make this promise or did not act on it, seeing the state Angeal's family is in in Crisis Core, his dad having worked himself to death when he was a young recruit and his mother being in a very grief-stricken and detached state.

So this plays into how they view the world. Sephiroth longs for someone to protect him from the world he's observed to be cruel and cold. He mentions this in dialogue talking about how they world views anything different as a monster. Even SOLDIERs to which Angeal promises himself that he'll help Sephiroth see that people are not all like that.

Sephiroth is jaded and distant to protect himself, as he thinks the world will turn on him in a moment's notice. Angeal, however, holds an optimistic worldview. He believes people want to help each other and everyone wants to help each other to the best of their ability.

So they're very much opposites, but they're also exactly what each other needs. Angeal needs to feel needed and helpful, protecting people who trust and depend on him. He is friends with every SOLDIER, able to recognize them at a first glance (ironically he does not do this for Alissa but I may wait to share my theories about her). Sephiroth is guarded but secretly longs to be cared for. See where I'm going with this?

So based on how these dreams are going, they're definitely being influenced by some kind of force or another. Personally I think it's Jenova itself, as Jenova has the power to do this and to transform things into projections of loved ones in order to garner their trust (much like Kadaj does in The Kids are Alright). My prediction for where the climax of this story is gonna go is that Angeal is going to have to protect Sephiroth from these visions, and Sephiroth learns that unconditional love can come from friendship and camaraderie, not just maternity. It's gonna be great. I have entire scenes mapped out in my head about this.

They're a sword and shield, Sephiroth being quick to strike and Angeal always being there to defend. It's one of my favorite dynamics ever. Their appearances also contrast, most notably in their hair color.

They both have a resigned acceptance about the implausibility of their fantasies. Sephiroth does not have a mother to care for him, and Angeal cannot save everyone. The foil of their dynamic is so magnetic it hurts. I will scream if I see Angeal make pumpkin soup for Sephiroth in the future.

My rants getting distracted so I'll cut it off here. Merry Crisis

#ff7 #final fantasy 7 #ff7 crisis core #ff7 ever crisis #ever crisis sephiroth #ever crisis angeal #miniroth #angeal hewley #sephiroth #is this enough tags yet?#me when i spot a narrative foil #theres so much more i can say about the sound design and shit #but im going solely off of screenshots i saved in my phone last night when i bore witness to the story

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thegnomelord · 1 year ago

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me very patiently waiting for that mothussy :3

oh and here’s another wittle thing i thought…i tend to hc price as a bear hybrid or other so i think he would go into hibernations,, since hes still on duty he wouldnt go into a long-term one like other bears, but simply sleep a LOT of the day…i would wanna cuddle big bear price so bad awaawaewfgwh 🥺 hes really hairy but instead of it being coarse hair, its more fluffy cause its the winter!! so his facial hair puffs up a bit…and his chest hair…and the happy trail…you get the idea :3 idk i just like bear price i want him to pound me into the mattress and suck my cock until it falls off hug me!!

-❀

Give me like a couple more days lol, I got ghost and soap more or less done in a rough draft format, just need to write out price and gaz then a quick rewrite to clean up the draft. Cause rn all mini drafts are about 1k and very rough so when I clean it up they're probs gonna be bumped up to like 2k? Just knowing me and how my drafts end up doubling in size lol.

Also duuude you are a treasure trove of ideas lol. I want bear price now and now I'm horny so here's a bunch of bear price

Help a Bear Out

CW:NSFW, MDNI, daddy kink, dom/sub, oral, somno, edging, foodplay, cockwarming. Bear Price x Top Male reader Ao3

Imagine Bear Price who is by no means a small man any time of the year, bear genetics + having to be physically fit to take down terrorists leads to him having a very strong and imposing build befitting a Kodiak bear. The fur only adds to the striking image, making him look larger and his arms appear thicker, letting him scare many young boars from trying to tussle with him lest he crack their skulls.

But he turns massive in winter.

He can't help it; There's no escaping the iron clad control nature has over his body as his dark fur thickens and gains a fluffy golden color. No evading the instinct telling him to eat and rest and grow fat for winter until his hard earned muscles disappear beneath the cloak of fat. No ignoring sweet lull of sleep's song when he's yawning every five minutes and the words on the report swim in his blurry eyes.

Imagine Bear Price who, in his younger days, used to be self conscious about the changes his body went through. Growing up surrounded by humans was tough, dread would start building in his heart the moment the first leaf from the trees would fall. He's lost count how many times the kids would laugh at him when he'd show up to school after winter break with a chubby face and barely able to run a lap with how tired he was.

As he grew and started being curious about sex, it only got worse. He'd snatch the porn mags his sisters would buy behind their parents back, spending hours looking in the mirror and comparing his pudgy belly and fat thighs to the chiseled abs and lean muscles of the models. He'd spend hours exercising and trying to loose the weight he'd gain, but it would be all for naught.

And it didn't stop when he graduated and went into the military. His superiors may have tolerated the extra sleep and rations Price needed because he was a monster on the field, but they by no means were happy about it. He'd end up with thrice the amount of work and run ragged in training until he returned to his pre-winter weight.

Imagine Bear Price who doesn't give a shit about how he looks like now. Why would he, when he sees how you look at him? How you touch him? How you worship him?

Your hands wind around his waist and the groan you let out when you realize the space between your fingertips has gotten bigger is hungry. Your face burrows into his chest, his soft fluffy fur tickling your face as you nuzzle his pecks. The way his pudgy belly and love handles jiggle under your wandering hands makes you wish you had more arms so you could feel every part of him.

A content growl rumbles from the bottom of his chest, eyelids open just enough to watch you. "My boy's forgotten his manners." He chuckles, but there's no way to hide the wagging of his little bear tail. The reverent way you touch him makes him feel like a king.

"Sorry sir." There's absolutely no shame in your voice or your actions, not when your mind is held captive by the soft fluffy fur and the warmth of his skin. Without thinking you slide your hands up to grope his chest and you groan — the squishy fat covering his muscles and makes his pecs so large they don't fit in your hands anymore, fat plumping up between your fingers and his flesh jiggling as you press his pecs against your head and motorboat him.

The surprised laugh you earn is like ambrosia to sweeten the heaven you're drowning in.

Imagine Bear Price who gets so sleepy as the nights get longer and colder. While he still gets the work done, and for the most part doesn't mind the 'old man' jokes his boys make, it's obvious how irritated he gets when he's forced to stay awake longer than he needs to; each extra second spent explaining to a muppet how to do his job makes his eyes darker and voice rougher until he's passively growling like a construction engine.

Luckily you're there to calm down the beast.

Groping his ass or scratching the base of his tail to distract him so you can kiss along his jaw and rub your cheek against his beard. "You're doing it again sir." You mutter, voice smooth and low enough to soothe his prickled mind. Kissing him sweet and slow so you can tug his lazy body back into his room, into his den, where you can give him what his mind and body craves the most — sweet sweet sleep. . . and you.

Imagine Bear Price who's chest rumbles with a purr without stopping the second you settle into his den, his clawed fingers sliding over and groping your naked skin with just as much love and adoration as you show him.

Wrapped in so many layers of blankets and furs, engulfed by his bulk and his own fur, you are so so warm that neither one of you need clothes. Price's favorite position is to hug you like a Teddy bear. Despite the irony, it lets him wrap his body around you so you're safe and protected, practically suffocating in his fur. Not that you mind, especially when Price can nuzzle his nose into your hair or skin, to breathe in your scent to his heart's content and purr low praises into your ear: "Good boy,"

And, if you're especially good, he lets you use his ass as a pillow. He'll growl and grumble about not being able to scent you or hold you, but he'll soon be sleeping peacefully with you slumbering on his large ass.

Imagine Bear Price who, between the long stretches of sleep, get's horny. It's a natural reaction from sleeping next to his naked mate, wanting to feel you and hear your moans, but he doesn't have the energy to actually fuck. His lethargy turns the feeling of languid arousal into Hell.

Both of you try to initiate a couple of times; fumbling beneath the sheets, wandering hands roaming and groping as far as they can reach, his teeth nibbling on your neck and your hungry lips laying hickeys on his thick neck. Not wanting to undo the tangle of limbs you two end up grinding against each other, breathing the same air between kisses as sweet pleasure burns in your belies.

Then you stop just long enough to grab the lube, and Price's mind, still half way in lala land, only needs a couple of seconds of inaction to pull him back into deep sleep. By the time you return to him he's already snoring, limbs reaching out to grip you tightly and pull you close, but all thoughts of sex are forgotten.

And Price is so, so, angry with himself when he wakes up and realizes he left you high and dry again, shame eating away at his stomach because what kind of bear leaves his mate unsatisfied? The unworthy kind.

Imagine Bear Price who's mind is blown when you suggest cockwarming. Hibernation is about sleeping and relaxing, not strenuous sex, so the thought of being able to feel you while still fulfilling his body's need to rest? Oh it gets him hard.

It takes a while to figure out the perfect position, Price is too big and heavy to lay on top of you without crushing you, and his fingers earn to grip and hold you close so spooning him viable either.

Finally you end up with him laying on his back, legs spread with you laying on top of him and oh, it's perfect. You can feel him purr as you slide inside his blistering hot hole, his strong arms wrapping around you and claws scrapping along your spine. "That's my boy, perfect f' daddy." He mumbles through the fog of sleep, throwing one heavy leg over yours to keep you close.

You can't help the shudder that races down your spine, his musky earthy scent curling in your nose and making your cock throb inside him. You only stretching him long enough to be able to take you without tearing something, and Price relishes the slight sting of pain nibbling on his nerves when your cock hardens.

You don't try to fuck him, by the time you're fully settled inside him he's already snoozing. A slow roll of your hips and the resulting tightening of his hole is enough to sate your lust when it arises, enough to keep you half hard and stretching him out. His pecs make such a good pillow, thick fluffy fur and chest hair tickling your skin, the slow and calm beating of his heart lulling you to sleep before you know it.

Imagine Bear Price who gets an insatiable sweet tooth. There’s not a single secret stash in his room that doesn’t have his favorite bottle of honey in it. Hell, there’s more honey hidden in his room than cigars.

And his lazy mind decides to combine his hunger with honey with his hunger for you.

"Hold still for daddy, baby boy." Price mumbles against your abdomen, big hand gripping your hip to keep you still so not a drop of the honey he drizzles on your cock goes to waste. "Good." He purrs, wide tongue lolling out of his mouth to lap at your tip, claws massaging the skin beneath them.

He can spend hours laying between your legs, lazily lavishing your cock with attention while satisfying his craving for sweets. Whine and moan as much as you want, uselessly buck your hips as best you can against his unfair strength, nothing will make him rush — with his energy drained he'll spend meticulous minutes following every vein on your cock with his tongue before he even thinks of gently suckling on your tip. "Relax my boy, just enjoy this." He mutters, lips pressed against the sticky flesh of your shaft.

And when he does take you into his mouth, it's just as slow. His mouth hangs open so you can see your tip resting on his tongue before he laps at your slit, drool and honey running down his chin and sticking the strands of his beard together. When all the honey is in his stomach he just drizzles more, nibbling on your thighs or stomach to keep his mouth and mind occupied with you before starting the torturous process all over again.

The slow torturous pleasure is easy to endure just so you can see his eyes light up when you start leaking precum.

Imagine Bear Price absolutely loves loves loves the salty tang your cum adds to the sweet honey, the delicate combination of flavor dancing on tongue and only fueling his gluttonous mind to demand more.

The distinct taste is the only way to cut through the fog of lazy pleasure in his mind, turning him greedy. Price mumbles and growls incoherent words around your cock as he swallows you down to the root, swallowing around you and holding you down when you try to buck up. "My boy tastes so good." He mumbles as he rises up, nuzzling his cheek against your weeping tip, looking up at you with hungry blue eyes. "Just for daddy, yeah?"

"Ye-yes sir." You whimper through your clenched teeth, your head lolling back against the pillows when he swallows you whole again, your tip bumping against the back of his throat. "Just fo- fuck, fuck,- just for you." You don't know how he doesn't choke on you but you don't have the mental faculties to even think about that when your brains are leaking through your cock.

Price smiles around your cock, the purr rattling his chest and making his throat vibrate around you. "Smart boy," He praises after he pulls off, precum and honey swirling on his tongue as he takes the moment to savor the taste. He knows how close you are, he can feel the cum churning your balls when he rolls them in his rough palm. "You can give daddy a bit more, can't you?"

You honestly don't know how long you will last.

Imagine Bear Price who can get so insatiable he growls like a tractor when you try to weakly push him off your cock, so aroused that you think even the slightest gust of wind will make you pop.

Price bites your thigh enough to hurt and only his hand squeezing down on the base of your cock keeps you from cumming. "And where do you think you're going boy?" He demands, claws digging into your skin to pull your hips closer, little kitten licks of his tongue driving you to the brink of madness.

"S-Sir!" You moan before you can stop yourself, your hips twitching uselessly against his hands, thighs shaking. "'m sorry, I'm fuck, I'm so close." You whimper, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Every nerve in your system is on fire, pleasure so strong it's turned to pain along your body.

Price huffs, but his tight hold lessens. "It's alright sweet boy," He hums, placing a sweet kiss on your cock head. "I know how you can make it up to daddy."

Imagine Bear Price who's only placated when you slide your cock back inside him. Your muscles ache from the strength it takes you to hoist his heavy legs over your shoulders and keep them there, but your rewarded with the tightening of his sweet hole, a pleased rumble leaving his throat.

“G-good boy-.” He growls, long claws scratching down your back as you pound into him. Your thrusts are slow but deep, making his toes curl every time you bottom out, tip scraping his prostate and making his cock spurt a dollop of precum with every thrust. “Fucking daddy so deep. I taught you well, yeah?”

"Yes, yes, yes!" You agree to everything he says without hearing any of his words, your body moving automatically to bully your dick into him. Every thrust is heaven and every second spent pulling out from his tight heat is hell, the sensitive veins of your cock scraping against his walls.

He moans when you manage to clip his prostate with your thrusts, one clawed hand sliding down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise. "Harder boy," He demands, rolling his hips to meet you half way, other hand raising up to scruff you. "You can go har-hm!- harder. . . don't you wan- fuck, want to make daddy feel good?"

Clenching your eyes shut you slam into him as hard as you can, feeling the fat widening his frame jiggle with every hard thrust. Without thinking Price pulls your head down to smother you in his pecs, soft fluffy fur tickling your face as the ample flesh suffocates you. The sweet scent of honey mixed with his musk erases any vestiges of sentient thought in your head, leaving your animal brain to pick up the pieces — Pin him down harder and mate him, rut into him until he's roaring with his full chest, his hard cock slapping against your stomach.

Price reacts to the change in your behavior by pressing your face even harder against his chest, his walls clenching around your cock like a vice so you have to try harder to push into him. Price’s lips brush against your ear, voice low and rumbly. “My boy, come in daddy.” He urges you on, both legs now tightly wound around your waist so you can only hump your aching cock into him. “Co-mh!- cum, cum in me son, you want to be good for daddy right?”

That's all it takes to drive you over the edge, mind going black like a piece of paper as your orgasm rocks through you with the intensity of lighting. The sensation of your hot cum spilling into his hole triggers his own orgasm and he cums with a thunderous roar, sticky seed shooting across your abdomen.

You collapse on top of him, his legs keeping your softening cock inside him, not that you have even a single functioning muscle to try to pull out. His big hand cradles your skull, honey flavored lips placing soothing kisses on your temple. "That's my boy." Price murmurs, his chest rumbling with a soft purr. "Did so well for me." He yawns, eyelids fluttering as that fog of lethargy settles over both of you. "Now rest," The order is spoken in the softest voice he's ever used, and it works like a horse tranquilizer on you.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel his hole clench around your soft cock, the cum inside him squelching as his body unconsciously tries to persuade yours into filling him up just a bit more.

It's gonna be a long winter.

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gogolstoelicker · 13 days ago

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Hii saw ur shenhe! reader fic and really liked how its written is it ok to do a igninihyde + diasomnia with raiden ei like reader? 🥹

Ignihyde + Diasomnia with Raiden Ei!MC

a/n: random but i dont have any motivation to play genshin until i saw albedo came back😍🙏 also i lowk forgot how i used to write these

Due to your dedication to eternity, you're wary to the idea of a change. However, you show curiosity rather than disdain when it comes to new things.

Having lost many of your of your loved ones over the centuries, you're driven by a fear of further lost. Even when you locked yourself in Plane of Euthymia, you could not truly escape loneliness.

Idia:

who told this clown to overblot w all those high tech stuff💀⁉️ cause one zap of lightning n hes out like a light

"game... set..." "🌩⛈️⚡️⛈️🌩"

u didnt even let him finish n the entire thing blue screens😔

honestly he cant even get mad at u. its fair, who even waits for their enemies to finish talking before they strike anyway??

thats how he ended up w bandages but thankfully they have all the latest technologies to cure him fast

he found it kinda funny how little you know about technologies

u self isolated?? yeah he could tell😂

but since he gave u a tv, he cant let it go to waste just bcs u dont kno how technologies worked

so, unfortunately, he needs to explain everything to u one by one

the only problem is that he underestimated how much a boomer u r

his explanations is fine, u can catch a few things

but when he starts using one of his lil slangs.... hooboy

"ROFL cant believe someone so op is THIS clueless abt basic stuffs" "ruholf???????? ou pee???? what???" "oh geez..."

visuals of ortho, u and idia in that living room

unsurprisingly, he understands how u feel at the loss of ur twin sibling. i mean, he did lose his younger brother

he sympathise w u a lot on that part id say🤔cause like u self isolate after ur sibling's passing?? he pretty much isolate himself after his brother's passing too

so like dont worry bro🙏🙏he might not comfort u (he cant even make eye contact w u without breaking a sweat) but he'll tell u some of his coping mechanisms

Ortho:

hides his snacks from u cause ur ass gobbles down any sweets😔he doesnt want to go buy smth from the vending machines cause u took everything of his

ur supplier

by that, i meant he supplies sweets n desserts for u

it started as him saying sorry for all the bs that happened but then it turns into a lil habit

also hes ur translator if someone like idia or cater starts using one of their youngsters slangs

he gave u the full definition completed w examples whenever u asked🙏one of these days u might even start using the slangs!!

omg meemaw tryna be hip😢dont hurt em now!!

"whats cooking ortho? i hope youre not having a skibidi day😊" "oh geez😨" man they rlly r brothers😔

he tries to fight off the cringe whenever u start trying out the slangs but never tried to stop u

go uh... you!!😔dont mind the fact that hes cancelling noises rn....

idk if he needs to charge but in case he does, youre there🙏youre his emergency, portable charger

Malleus:

kind of like a powerbank

honestly hes very sympathetic abt ur loses n why youve pulled away from society + afraid of changes bcs of it

hes one of the dudes actively encouraging you

he invites u to hangouts (w idia) so u could explore the world n see what youve been missing out on

dont worry abt money bro hes here🙏if u want to try that new looking sweet out, just go take it, he'll help u pay for it!!

Lilia:

he was out on his usual late night walks, u were there on ur usual late night meditation

after that it turns into an everyday thingy

time is kinda weird for the both of u since ur both immortal n have lived for a very long time, so malleus sleeps late bcs of it while u dont need to sleep tbh

sometimes u would join him on his walks, sometimes he would join u to meditate

it turns from that to u joining his club meetings from time to time

u guys would wonder around campus to find gargoyles n he would explain them to u while u much on some dango n nodding ur head

u picked up very quickly on the differences between a gargoyle n a grotesque, much to his delight

since u could forge weapons n have tried ur hands in creating things, youre more than happy to join him in his little activity of making a gargoyle

u gave one of that to him for his birthday btw

u swear, the sun was shining much more brightly for the next week after

honestly, he wasnt aware u didnt kno how to cook

so when he saw lilia n u in the kitchen, he thought nothing of it

"maybe mc is trying to stop lilia🤔" oh how wrong he was

victim #1 of eating that thing u called food

after that, he tried to ban the two of u from using the kitchen

n honestly, since the both of u r quite isolated, its like a learning process for the two of u abt the outside world

since its a learning process for the two of u, u guys decided to always invite each other out on little outings to just basically enjoy the changes and familiarise urselves w the world

its the both of ur lil adventure!!😈😈lilia sneaked photos of the two of u btw (he showed it once u guys r back)

also who says u cant strike down a dragon during his overblot?? youve striked down a giant snake before and split islands, this is nothing to u⚡️🤛💪

he dragged u to the kitchen one time cause he thought it would be funny

he excused it as smth smth to help u get used to changes smth smth

"but i dont know how to cook..😥" "fear not!! i shall be your coach!"

cue the both of u burning the kitchen down (and almost the entire school) with ur lil chef hats

it was then presented later to the three usual victims, who r all fighting back tears (grim ran away before yall could make him try💀)

if lilias cooking was bad, then coupled w urs, its horrendous. the worst of the worst. they can even see smth twitching in the food��n is that a smoke coming out of it in the shape of a skull????😨

the both of u looked kinda proud so no one was able to say anything (sacrifices were made) (n its in the form of the diasomnia's toilet)

u r both old old, so u got along pretty well despite the personality differences

any of the three sat w u guys n here goes peepaws w their "back in my days..." stories

in a way, u guys could understand each other a lot

he lost his friends, u lost ur friends. he witnessed the horrors of war, u witnessed the horrors of war

so like, u guys could understand n comfort each other better than anyone else🤔

he understands its hard to accept the loss you've faced, n he fully encourages u to get out of ur shell more now that youre trying to face n accept changes

he would even pull u to the light music club so u could try little things n maybe expand ur interests

speaking of, he tried to make u some dango after u mentioned in passing how much u liked it

Silver:

do NOT consume it or u might actually have to replace ur teeth💀🙏 his food comes w special effects

u?? barely noticed him

he would be asleep in random places n u would just step aside n continue walking to ur destination without a second thought

if he looked injured u wouldve stopped but he looked so peaceful so u just 🤷‍♀️ n walked off

sometimes when u wanted to have some alone time, he would be there in the forest or batony garden or whatever

honestly hes very peaceful to be around so u dont rlly mind his presence much

n honestly u enjoyed the animals that would surround him

u would absentmindedly pet them as u much away

whenever he saw lilia drag u into the kitchen again, alarms starts blaring in his head

like "is that... FATHER N MC?? IN THE KITCHEN??🚨🚨🚨"

hes convincer #1 in trying to get u guys to GET OUT n leave those kitchen equipments alone

"guys we're all not hungry do not worry. pls put the pans down. put the chicken down too. no NO"

he doesnt even know how lilia roped u into this

cause u used to be like "i cant cook😢" and now youre all like "maybe i can cook🤔(no)"

he very much invited u to join him n sebek to train together

youre strong as hell n he would like to improve himself in any way he can to be a better knight

he very much understands why u turned the way u r after ur loses and tries to give u words of encouragement

kinda uses the training together as an excuse to have u go out more n interact w people

Sebek:

youre thunder, hes thunder HELP.

his unique magic wont work w u around. literally one word n his magic is gone since you quite literally control every single thunder there is

his face when u striked malleus down😔

like he wants to stop u cause hey!! thats his lord but at the same time like hm🤔malleus does need help atm

hes VERY conflicted abt it n it is why hes just making faces n letting u do whatever

honestly youre pretty much his 2nd mentor by now😭

like youre so strong, u can control lightning at will n u defended ur nation before?? yeah youre helping him w training

he tries to spar w u from time to time so he can see the areas he needs improvements in

also victim #3 as ur n lilias food testers

he almost passed out btw pls feel sorry for him

he wouldve said smth but like 😭he respects lilia so much, n youve very much earned his respect too so he cant just?? say the food is ass when yall prepared it

so he just swallows it down while making faces LMFOAOAOAOA

"y yes... this is... very good!!" he says, trying his hardest not to hurl

he then absolutely destroyed the toilet after

also he tries to limit ur sweet intakes

"isnt this ur 10th dango?? n its just morning!!" "but desserts!!🥺" "NO BUTS"

starts a lecture abt how youll ruin ur teeth n upset ur stomach

u w ur replacing teeth argument

he was MORTIFIED btw. never speak of those words to him ever again

hes kinda awkward when u told him abt ur past n allat n how youre pretty much trying to change after u realised how much ur actions impacted ppl

very loud abt his encouragement but also isnt sure if he had said the right thing to u LMFOAOAOA

"BUT U TRIED UR VERY BEST TO CHANGE !! N U ONLY DID WHAT U DID CAUSE U CARE!! YOURE VERY STRONG N AMAZING!!"

^his word ECHOES btw thats how loud he was

he means well dw</3

#twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud #malleus draconia #ortho shroud #lilia vanrouge #silver #silver vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #diasomnia #ignihyde

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 3 months ago

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hi, i got a request if thats alright <3

its lee! lee know and ler! skz (mostly extremely extremely rough tickles but also a bit soft)

basically ler! skz finds out lee knows armpits, armpits, belly button, and v line are his worst spot/some of his worst spots so they restrain him with bondage and absolutely wreck him and tickle him like crazy in those spots with a variety of methods (with tools like hair brushes, paint brushes, feathers, massagers, electric pen thingy, electric tickle devices, and those tickle glove things and just fingers/raspberries) and after awhile of tickling him with all those + raspberries, for a final blow before he taps out, they use all the tools at once in those spots (other spots too if u want) while also tickling him with their fingers and blowing raspberries like crazy until his laughter goes silent

if you do decide to do this, then ty <3 just dont overwork yourself and take as long as you need!

𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙮:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: I’ll update this a bit later bc my word counter site is down rn

tw: THIS IS SO ROUGH. BEWARE. there is use of tools, raspberries, rough tickling, teasing, lots and lots of tears, mentions of prolonged tickling, a teensy bit of angst…I promise y’all a soft fic will come soon :3

𝙖/𝙣: yes it is very me to put a soft moodboard for a rough fic 🎀

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr @bamgyuuu-2001

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

Dear Diary,

I have no idea why I'm thinking this way today, but I seriously need to be tickled. Seriously need to be tickled. I've been feeling so, lee I guess? It's kind of pathetic that I should admit it, considering I always have the others beneath my thumb, but here it is anyway. I don't want to make it sound like I always need it, but when the urge strikes, man does it strike hard. I fucking hate it. I don't even know what's gotten into me, but I just can't think about anything other than my worst areas. As soon as anyone even glances anywhere near them, I feel this strange, fluttery sensation in my belly, and I'm laughing before they even lay a hand on me. It's like my body anticipates what's about to happen and just surrenders before I can even stop it. Each time I even think about it, I can so tingly, as if they're already preparing for the worst.

It's a lot to deal with, but. a part of me actually really wants someone to just destroy me there. Perhaps even all the members, like, all ganging up on me at the same time. WHAT YOU DIDNT SEE ANYTHING. But then I would likely die from laughing, and I'd never ever confess it. I'd rather suffer any other punishment, anything Chan hyung would ever throw at me, than explain to anyone how much I need to be tickled like that. And then there's my...you know...my belly button. Don't even get me started. I could practically feel the entire body tingling just thinking about it. I don't know why it's so sensitive there, but it is. It's like… it's not only the skin, but all that's around it that makes it feel so sharp. If someone even brushes against that place—just touches it—it's like a switch flips on inside of me, and I'm already laughing before I know it's happening.

And don't even get me started on blowing raspberries into it. That's the very worst. It's like my entire body just short circuits and I can't catch my breath because it's just too much. Honestly, I want it so badly, and I don't know why, but I'd rather choke on my own shame than let anyone know how much I'd adore just… letting someone go crazy there. I'm not ready to let anyone in on how weak I am when it comes to my belly button. That would be so humiliating. I just can't forget my v-line. That like, area, is major tickle spot. The moment someone even looks at it, I just go off. The notion of someone tracing their fingers up and down there makes my mind go blank and I start to turn very red, and not the positive kind either. It's just that bad, and I don't even know why I find it so…ticklish. And I can’t believe I’m even thinking about it, because the thought of someone targeting that area with intent makes me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. I know I sound crazy right now. I do. Honestly, I’m sitting here and wondering if I should even write all of this down. But it feels better to get it out. At least in the diary, I don't have the feeling like anyone can taunt me. Particularly not Channie—God, if he had a clue how bad I wanted him to gang together with everyone else and destroy me, I never would hear an end of it. He'd probably find it amusing, and that's exactly what I need less. The final thing. He already teases me enough. I don't even know what he'd do if he knew what was happening in my mind. Anyway, I guess I should maybe stop thinking about this before I get even more embarrassed. But… yeah, I'll own up to it. I want it. I really do. Just...don't tell anyone.

Seungmin gaped at the diary entry, mouth open and jaw dropped as he reread the last few lines again and again. His hyung…was in a lee mood?

Seung couldn’t believe it. Of course, he didn’t take Minho’s diary to invade the loser’s privacy, more like he had no idea what the little book was and accidentally flipped to the last page written and was automatically drawn to the familiar scrawl on the page.

All of a sudden, the most mischievous smile he had ever had began to grow on his face.

“CHAAAANNNN HYUUUUUUNNNGGGG!!”

Chan burst through the door, out of breath and the most terrified expression on his face. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! Something’s wrong, you called me hyung, there’s no way—Oh…” His sentence was unfinished as Seung stuck the diary under Chan’s nose.

…

“Oh Minho-yah~”

Minho arrived home after the most atrocious dance practice with some trainees, stretching his arms out and sighing as he dropped his bag near the couch and kicked his shoes off.

He didn’t wait for anyone to greet him, but the sudden urge to just run to someone and provoke them, or just downright tell them to just wreck him until he sees stars, was becoming too much to handle. Minho didn’t know how much more he could take.

But what he didn’t expect at all was being hoisted into the air by a certain bunny. “Changbin!” Minho hissed loudly, “What are you doing?”

”Ohhhh, you’ll find out, hyung~”

And Minho had to admit, he was kinda curious as to what Binnie was up to. So he let himself be carried right into Chan’s room. His heart leapt into his throat and he gulped down his excitement at the expression on Channie’s face. Mischievous, with that certain glint in his eye that let Min know he was gonna get wrecked. And boy was he excited for it. Minho was dumped very unceremoniously onto the bed and surrounded by seven gleeful members, who silently grabbed his arms and legs and tied them down as softly as they could, and all Minho could do was squeeze his eyes shut and whine half-heartedly as his shirt was being untucked.

“Come on…you really don’t have to…just let me gooo—”

“Quit the act, hyung. We all know you really want this, so shut up and take it.” Jeongin laughed as Minho’s lips squeezed shut and his face was red instantly. Humbled in an instant.

Hyunjin grinned beside him as he set some tools on the bed. An electric toothbrush, some feathers, massagers, and a pair of gloves that looked more like medieval torture devices.

Minho couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped his lips. But his heart raced into excitement as two very gentle hands closed over his eyes, clouding his vision and senses with the smell of cheesecake.

Minho gasped as something very cold dripped onto his stomach and he squeaked and bit his lip as it was spread around. Okay, this is fine—everything’s fine.

Suddenly, it seemed as though the members have decided to just abandon the idea of his shirt entirely. “Hey!” Minho yelped, but the feeling of hands at his sides made him shrink back again.

“You ready to be wrecked harder than ever, Minho?” Chan’s teasing, honey like voice floated above him, and before Minho could stop himself, he found himself nodding. The cooing and teasing that followed was almost unbearable.

Everything was still for a little while, with Jisung’s hands still over his eyes. Minho appreciated that—Sung knew how much he hated blindfolds. It also saved him the embarrassment of having to maintain eye contact with the others.

Then Chan began assigning roles. Minho whined, the urge to just yell at them to start was starting to weight him down heavily.

Then he heard exactly what was gonna happen to him.

"Okayyyy, so Hyunjin, you get paintbrushes, Lixie gets the massagers, Seungmin, you get the gloves… Changbinnie you get the—hmmmm, how about the feathers?” Chan hummed, settling onto Minho’s hips. “Innie you can use your fingers, you’re good at that, and Sungie is there to make sure Minho doesn’t faint, got it?”

Minho whimpered at the thought that there had to be a member who kept him from fainting. However, he was drowned out by the chorus of cheering and the sudden sensation of hands descending onto his sensitive, anticipation-ridden body.

The sensation was horribly ticklish. Minho grit his teeth and arched his back as high as he could as fingers kneaded into his oiled sides, and he could feel Chan’s gentle thumb circling his belly button and nearly choked on his own scream. Changbin was happily teasing the feathers around Minho’s ears, while massagers were circling his belly, courtesy of Felix.

Minho’s eyes watered instantly, and he couldn’t believe the volume of the laughter that burst out of him, along with the very embarrassingly high pitched squeal that he let out as Chan’s thumb finally stopped teasing and entered his belly button.

“AHHH!!” Minho screeched, “OHMYGOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOOD!! OHMYGOD SLOW DOHOHOHOHOWN!!”

Minho’s entire mind went positively blank as he felt two very mischievous thumbs drilling into his armpits, as rough as possible. “JEONGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIN!! NGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH—STOP STOP STAHAHAHAHAHAAAHA!!”

“Awwwww, does it tickle?” Chan teased, his eyes fond as Minho squealed loudly and bucked up and down under the barrage of fingers tickling him.

Then Seungmin got involved and Minho felt like he was gonna ascend. “Ohhh, did I find a good spot?” Gloved thumbs digging into his lower belly, the soft but spiky feeling of those gloves sending poor Minho into a squealing frenzy, much to the others’ amusement.

“He’s so cute!” Jisung laughed from above Minho, who was now beginning to cackle so hard his stomach ached and it was uncontrollable.

But it was exactly what he wanted. Fingers everywhere, Chan’s thumb in his belly button while the rest of his fingers spidered along Minho’s sides, and so many tools everywhere. Seungmin had now flattened his hands and was using his palms to drag the bristles along the sensitive skin of Minho’s v-line.

“OHOHOHOHOH MY—OHMYGOSHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!” Minho howled. He could feel himself start to shake, his whole body trembling with the excess laughter as they began to switch spots. The gloves were now scrubbing at his armpits, and Minho was deemed completely helpless due to the restraints keeping his arms up entirely.

The second Jeongin’s nails switched to his v-line, dragging along the taut skin, Minho was so absolutely, completely gone. “Did I find another tickle spot?”

Minho let out another infamous squeal, his voice so high pitched at this point it didn’t even sound like him anymore. “YEEHEHEHEHEHES!! YES IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAHAHA—” Amd then it was quiet. Minho grit his teeth, screaming silently and bucking up and down as hard as he could, but it was fruitless. He was laughing so hard, and now he was completely silent.

“You’re usually so tough, aren’t you? And now you can’t even beg anymore~” Changbin’s voice drifted from above him, but Minho could barely register it in his haze of ticklishness.

“How much does this tickle on a scale of one to ten?” Seungmin asked in a mocking tone, his gloves hands now switching to his bristled thumbs rubbing torturous circles into the skin, watching Minho howl, his back arching as his grin stretched so wide and so adorably. Mouthing the word “TEHEHEHEHEN” over and over, but unable to form a sound

“He’s smiling so hard~” Hyunjin commented, grinning as he swirled his brush around Min’s belly button, making the kitten choke on another screech.

And with a loud, prolonged, frustrated screech of helpless laughter, Minho’s voice was back, squeaky and loud and desperate as he laughed himself silly…again and again and again with no end.

But he knew he loved it. And the others knew he loved it too.

“Awh, isn’t this exactly what you imagined in your cute little diary entry? Isn’t it what he imagined?” Chan asked, and laughed as Minho shot up all over again, his eyes wide and frantic and horrified. It was adorable.

“NOHOHOHOHO YOU DIDNT!! YOU DIHIHIHIHIDN’T!!” Minho screamed, his face the picture of adorable helplessness.

“Oh, we did~”

“THATS NOT FAIR—You can’t look through my—DIAAAHAHAAHAHAHHAAAA!!” Minho’s words weee gone the minute Chan went for his ribs, while the others continued their little attack on his ticklish spots.

“Uh—he looks ready to pass out, guys…” Jisung calls, fondly wiping the tears slipping down Minho’s face as the older screeched out a final “STOHOHOHOHOP!!”

And it did stop. Thank goodness. The tears didn’t, however.

Minho’s face crumpled as he buried his face into a pillow. And then the others realized they may have taken it a step too far to mention his diary.

Seungmin pulled Minho into a hug. “I promise you, we found it on accident, and we don’t judge at all. I honestly found it pretty cute, hyung…”

“M’kay…” Minho whispered, and buried his head into the warm, safe crook of the puppy’s neck.

“Good, you ready for dinner?—”

Minho slumped in his arms, and everyone burst into laughter when they heard the tiny snores coming from their adorable kitten.

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #ler chan #lee! minho #ler changbin #ler hyunjin #ler jisung #ler han #ler felix #ler seungmin #ler jeongin #tickle content #tickle thoughts #tickle fic

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lexithwrites · 8 months ago

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Please more sugardaddy moonwater hcs. Pls!!

this might get long sorry (but this is kinda what i wanna write next so pls give me feedback) xoxo

they met through a sugar daddy website that james showed to remus one night (he's on it and is absolutely not telling him that he's met a guy)

remus is so embarrassed at first, he was on tinder like twice and had bad dates because of it so he isn't exactly confident this will work but he does get a lot of attention

he gets messages from kinda old guys, and a few older women, that are either way too pushy with what they want in return for an 'allowance' or just kinda creepy and he almost deletes it

then he gets a message off of someone young, maybe his age, and he's gorgeous

remus is so sure its a scam, no one can look that good and be on an app like this but he messages them anyway when they say hi first, and he asks about them and the guy is regulus arcturus black (he gives his full name, he's a loser) and he's literally just looking for company and someone to spend money on, nothing in return, he doesn't need it

remus is kinda shook because like what?? how is this guy lonely he must have friends but turns out regulus just has rich friends that can buy their own things, he doesn't have anyone to spend time with other than when he goes to family events which he hates

and remus is like okay,,,,maybe drinks first and regulus sends him the location of probably the nicest bar in london and remus is close to passing out because he cannot afford this at all but he said he'd go

he wears his nicest outfit (its a brown jumper and some nice trousers and his converse, he cant afford anything else rn because his cat started a hunger strike against the food he's had for a year and remus had to upgrade, kids eh?)

regulus is already there because he is never a minute late, and checking his rolex thinking he's been stood up but remus runs in like 'hi im so sorry i missed the train hi' and regulus is in love already, just straight up his heart starts hammering in his chest because not only is remus gorgeous in a weird, dorky way but he's just...he's adorable

regulus is calm tho, think levi ackerman levels of expression, he just kinda sits there arms folded and asks remus questions about his life and what he would like as an allowance and remus is just,,,confused?

he asks why regulus wants to spend his money on him and regulus insists he's bored (he's so fucking lonely and wants someone around him to dote on) and just needs a date to events as his parents are giving him shit for being single at 26

remus is unsure but decides fuck it, james can probably throw hands if regulus tried anything, and they agree to attend some gala together for regulus' family and remus says he'll have to get new clothes and regulus then sets up a date the next day to buy him an outfit and its a lil montage of regulus giving remus clothes to try its very cute

and is remus confused and guilt ridden for this man spending money on him? yeah, duh, but also he doesn't have to pay his bills anymore, he has amazing clothes, his stress levels are so fucking low than before, and he likes regulus....he really really likes him

and regulus is getting what he wants, but also he has remus lupin as eye candy and that's an added bonus, and god remus is so adorable and nerdy and he wants to climb him like a tree

also yes remus sees james at the event and he's like what the fuck are you doing here and turns out james is with HIS sugar daddy, aka regulus' brother and its a whole ordeal

and maybe one night regulus invites remus to stay with him for the night because its too late to get the train and he doesn't really want to let remus go and maybe they drink wine and maybe they touch just to see what its like and maybe MAYBE they kiss and make out and fuck slow and deep and then AND THEN—

i might write more if people like this idk,,,,

#the marauders #mail #regulus black #remus lupin #moonwater #moonseeker #fic: iyhm #maybe??? we'll see where my brain goes with this one

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lelengerine · 1 year ago

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now playing... "distractions"

pairing | student part timer!jaemin x student!reader

synopsis | a single cup of coffee actually has you waiting for more.

genre | more 3am fluff thoughts, y/n has down bad syndrome, mentions of food, no specific prns are used (lmk if i missed anything!)

wc | 0.9k

notes | here’s a little something for my bday while my other jaem fic is still in progress <3 i also have a recent addiction to writing down bad!reader rn so… that explains this a lot 😄 likes and feedbacks are always appreciated!

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you sit at the corner table of the quaint cafe near campus, an array of colorful textbooks splayed open in front of you, but your attention keeps drifting away from your studies, and you think you can pinpoint the exact reason why.

na jaemin, a face you’ve seen bearing smiles more often than not from behind the register as he takes down your regular order of coffee during your visits. the two of you shared a couple of classes together, but neither of you have actually tried striking up a conversation with the other — instead, sticking to the comfort of your respective friend groups.

you were never distracted in class because of him. you never even looked his way once! okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but your point still stands…

today, however, everything seems different. each time he passes by your table to distribute orders, your gaze turns almost against your own will, mesmerized by the effortless charm he exudes and his gentle movements as he serves drinks for other patrons with the brightest smile on his face.

this was exactly why you couldn’t get anything done, god!

“come on, focus,” you chide yourself internally, patting your face a couple of times as you try shaking off the allure of your classmate, but every time you finally to return to your textbooks, you see jaemin smiling at you from the corner of your eye, and suddenly all your efforts go poof in an instant with the sound effects and all.

frankly, the lack of progress you've made has begun to bother you more than you care to admit. you can’t afford to slack off like this today, not when you have a final exam coming up that’s worth 80% of your entire grade, and so you do what any other person would — pack your books up in defeat and prepare to return home in hopes of focusing better — but jaemin has other plans in mind as he approaches your table with a small coffee cup in hand, a poorly drawn smiley face doodled onto its side.

“y/n, right?” he says with a playful grin, “i couldn't help but notice you've been here a while. thought you might need a little pick-me-up for your study session.”

you look up in surprise, not expecting him to address you directly — this was the first time the two of you were speaking to each other, after all. a rush of excitement floods your senses, and for a moment, you're at a loss for words. “oh, thank you jaemin,” you manage to sputter out despite your puzzled state, a faint surge of heat creeping onto your cheeks. “did i… look that tired for you to offer me this?”

jaemin’s chuckles at your words, eyes sparkling. “maybe, but a part of me just wished for you to stay here longer.”

he noticed you were getting ready to leave? moreover, he noticed and decided to make you a cup of coffee on the house?

you take the drink from him, feeling a tinge of elation at his cheeky answer. “you must like having me around then.” you reply teasingly.

“i could say the same about you with the amount of times i've caught you staring.” jaemin replies with a raised brow, crossing his arms together and pretending as if you were in big trouble. no way did he catch you... you made sure to be lowkey and everything!

you gawk at his response before mimicking his accusatory stance, “then... that means you were staring back to catch me stealing glances in the first place. you aren’t as innocent as you think you are.”

“caught me all red-handed.” he raises his hands in the air but he doesn’t hold an ounce of shame, a feathery chuckle escaping him. “you don’t usually leave this early though, what’s the rush today?”

“i can’t concentrate on my notes because of a certain someone.” you huff in faux frustration, hoping he’d take the jest.

“really now?” jaemin laughs, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans closer, his voice tinged with teasing amusement. “if that’s the case, wait for me after my shift, it ends in around ten minutes anyways.”

you raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his suggestion. “why should i?” you question out, trying to maintain a casual tone despite the flutter of intrigue in your chest. “so you can distract me even more?”

his grin only grows wider after hearing you admit to how you’ve been so affected by him today, “so i can explain the topics to you, silly. you’re studying for the statistics exam, right?”

your eyes widen in surprise, caught off guard by his astute observation. “how do you—”

“we share the class, remember?” he interrupts, his confidence evident as he leans in, voice low and enticing. “so, what do you say?”

you hesitate for a moment, the thought of spending more time with jaemin felt both thrilling and nerve-wracking because you're not sure whether you’d pay attention- correction, you’re not sure if you’d pay attention to your studies, or forget it all once more to admire his features, but ultimately, the prospect of getting help with your studies outweighs the reservations you harbor against it.

“right… okay then. i’ll wait.” you finally agree, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you watch jaemin’s expression light up in response.

“good, i’ll be back quick!” he exclaims, though his feet fail his words as he hasn’t even taken a single step back yet.

“dummy, go back behind the counter before your manager tells you off!” you reply with a quiet snort, and he rushes back to his position as per your command.

guess you have a reason to stay here for a bit longer now.

#nct fluff #nct dream fluff #jaemin #jaemin fluff #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles

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pendularium · 6 months ago

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sorry, yapping quickly. I saw a post earlier analysing how vi doesn't stand up for the zaunites to caitlyn, and contrasting that to jinx (and ekko), and viewing vi as a sort of pick me (not the language used but I can't find the original rn), and like. yes, I think the argument is correct, but there is like one thing I want to add, which is that vi, unlike jinx and ekko, isn't really in a position where she can criticise caitlyn right? ok hear me out. so one) imo a lot of s1 establishes vi as someone genuinely desperate for connection - its the thought to getting back to powder that gets her through prison (where she has been pretty isolated), her and caitlyn click incredibly fast etc, and all of s1 into s2 happen pretty damn fast right? vi gets out of prison, gains a friend, regains a sister and then instantly loses her again, and then that loss of powder is really underscored in the finale - vi has very few relationships left, and most of the ones she has had have ended in horrible tragedy and violence; it is no wonder that she especially would try to cling to the one (cait) she has left and two) vi is also someone who is constantly in the big sister/protector role - her intro shows this, her leadership of their little gang as kids, and after the time skip (after she fails) you can see her try to assert her dominance over caitlyn in s1 - vi is the one who knows the lanes, caitlyn has to keep up, vi throws caitlyn out of her comfort zone in the brothel etc., vi is trying to demonstrate that she has worth to caitlyn right? and of course when maddie is talking to vi, it's caitlyn expressing respect for vi's actions that vi seizes onto. I don't think this is (just) a way of showing off to caitlyn, rich girl from piltover, I think this is part of vi's understanding of herself as a figure of authority and protection in her relationships put them together and you have someone who, when confronted with an angry and grieving caitlyn, her last real connection (not counting ekko) makes compromises to avoid a confrontation with her. vi doesn't counter 'what kind of animals' directly, because that risks her relationship with caitlyn; she is pretty consistently someone who cares more about personal relationships than the grand scheme of things (as does powder/jinx but that's a different post). and yet, with that in mind, vi does try to defend zaunites! first, she tries to humanise them right; instead of being wild uncontrollable beasts, vi positions them as making a calculated attack - they wanted the spectacle, they're trying to scare you, and then after caitlyn doubles down on her anger towards them, vi pushes for caitlyn to call off the invasion. those aren't the actions of someone who doesn't care about zaunites, or would rather side with piltover imo, they're the actions of someone who does care about zaun, but who doesn't want to jeopardise her relationship with caitlyn. vi joining the enforcers is not only her staying with caitlyn, but also her trying to prevent the invasion. if I go after your sister alone, one of us comes back in a box = caitlyn won't go alone. the strike force then, can be read as a deliberate compromise between caitlyn, who has all the power here, and vi, who doesn't want zaun to be invaded by the enforcers

this is, of course, just a way you can read all this lol, if you disagree/want to add on please do so! I am a bit busy rn but I cannot express how much I want to talk about arcane with people

#arcane #arcane spoilers #vi #vi arcane #arcane season 2 #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #piltover's finest

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radawaycunt · 1 year ago

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Revenge is a Dish Best Served Bloody

PART THREE: VIOLENT DELIGHTS

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Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Bounty Hunter!Reader

WC: 4.9k words

Chapter Summary: The climax, in more than one sense of the word. Justice is finally served, and all the other pieces fall into place.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, THIS FIC IS 18+, canon typical violence, some descriptions of blood and gore, arson, drug use (chem called Buffout), implied mutual pining, smut, fingering, unprotected p in v (dont do it at home), radiated creampie (there’s RadAway dw lol), dirty talking, dom/sub dynamics, multiple orgasms, aaaaaaaaaand that’s all i can think about rn but lmk if i missed anything!

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Sounds in the middle of the night, a distant clamor that sharpened into voices as you regained consciousness. You sat up, disoriented and wide-eyed. The ghoul crouched nearby, immediately alert, hand on his holster.

“What’s–”

He put a finger to his lips, fixing you with a glare and a slight shake of his head. Dread immediately curdled in your stomach. Ever so slowly, you lifted yourself onto a crouch, grabbing your crossbow.

Moonlight faintly filtered through a window caked with years of dirt and grime. The near complete darkness made the shadowed objects around the room morph into ominous, bulky shapes, exacerbating your fear. There was a momentary silence, in which both of you stayed still, listening.

The two of you had holed up for the night on the top floor of another dilapidated building. It sat on the outskirts of what used to be Shady Sands, a town that had been re-bombed years prior. The risk of running into trouble was much higher, as there was a lot more foot traffic. There was still plenty to scavenge, after all.

And not only did you have to worry about mutants or raiders, but also knights of the Brotherhood of Steel. One of their bases was closer than you’d like, and you’d heard the rumble of their choppers in the distance while you skirted the enormous crater where the city once stood.

According to the ghoul, you were only a few days away from Axl’s main compound. Without either of you acknowledging it, you’d slowed down the pace. The moments of silent companionship stretched like lingering summer sunsets, and yet somehow, they were still not long enough. At times, you even felt the same way you’d felt at the outcrop, bordering on serene.

It seemed surreal that your destiny was just within reach. Though you had been preparing for years, letting grief and rage carry you through even the toughest obstacle, you felt hesitancy for the first time. A part of you did not want to face the stark reality of it quite yet, not knowing how things would go down once you got to your destination.

It wasn’t necessarily that you had a fear of death – you lived so closely with it that you didn’t flinch at its inevitability. Only at its abject cruelty; The way it striked indiscriminately, with disregard for those left behind.

What you worried about was living through the whole ordeal and coming out the other side alone. The ghoul had no fealty to you, much less… attachment. You’d fooled around a couple more times throughout the journey, but it was all carnal pleasure – a lesson that your body was not just an instrument of brutality and survival. You’d let yourself become soft and pliable, like putty in his hands.

But that wasn’t to say he was tender, necessarily. There’d been no kisses between you – though you sought them in earnest – and he had not yet taken you, as he put it. His biting remarks weren’t nearly as sharp anymore, though, and you’d caught him being more protective of you. Not to mention, he always made sure you were never lacking RadAway.

For your part… You thought it was gentleness you felt, though you still couldn’t quite put a name to the way you were feeling. Perhaps just comfort was enough to describe it, interestingly enough.

Barks of laughter sounded a little clearer, reminding you of the situation at hand. A few crashes followed, like things were being thrown about. It definitely sounded like they were inside the building, you realized with growing terror. How close were they? And how many of them?

“I should go give these visitors a warm welcome, don’tcha think?” the ghoul whispered, unholstering his gun. “It’s only polite.”

“Don’t you mean we?” You whispered back.

“No, y’ain’t comin’ with. I don’t need you getting in the way,” he said as he stood up. “Not many places to hide up here, so you best start lookin’.”

“You can’t just make m–” You started to protest, also standing up, but in two silent strides, he was right in front of you, holding your chin firmly.

For the briefest second, he seemed to be debating something. His eyes searched yours as if he would find the answer there. Another crash, most likely on the floor just below, and his lips thinned into a grim line as he made up his mind.

“Listen…” he said, no time to waste. “The name’s Cooper. Holler it if you need help. Keep an eye out, but don’t let anyone see you.”

With that, he let go of you and slipped out of the room, not looking back once. You stood there for a moment, dumbstruck, his name rattling around your head like a pinball.

But you had to shake yourself out of it, quickly scanning your surroundings for a place to hide. He’d been right about there not being many options, but you hadn’t realized there were virtually none at all in that room.

Except… there was a broken window on the far wall, and you avoided stepping on shards of glass as you made your way over. Right outside, there was a rusted fire escape, ladders leading up and down.

You leaned out of the windowsill and looked up at the night sky, spotting the big and little dippers. It was lucky that the moon was almost full, not leaving you completely blind. You swung one leg over the windowsill and begged the stars – anything up there that could be listening – that the fire escape didn’t collapse under you.

It groaned slightly as you lowered yourself onto it, making you wince, but thankfully it was pretty sturdy. Still, you tried not to think too much about the height, stifling the vertigo that threatened to creep in. It was then that you heard yelling, accompanied by a barrage of gunshots. You felt a sharp pang of worry for Cooper, but you knew he could hold his own.

Out in the open, you were even less safe, but while you couldn’t really see anyone down below, you knew better than to descend. So, you used the more precarious ladder to ascend instead. Muscles tense as it shook and rattled, your palms sweating, but it held your weight.

Breathlessly hauling yourself onto the rooftop, you first made sure you were alone before lying on your stomach near the edge, crossbow ready. The scuffle continued below, and you hoped all the noise didn’t attract even more unwanted guests.

Time seemed to take a liquid form as you waited, slipping through your grasp unnoticed, your focus on the unrelenting night. The animal instinct to survive had kicked in, blocking out your fear and slowing your heartbeat down.

Your father’s patient voice was at the back of your head. “Remember, when it comes down to it, calm and focus is what it takes. You’re more likely to make a mistake otherwise, a deadly one.”

Suddenly, a whistle rang out – a high note shortening into a low one. You didn’t move at first, but then you adjusted your position slightly to try and get a better look at the source. A head poked out of the broken window below, and your finger was instantly on the trigger.

Cooper raised his hands in mock surrender, an amused, sly grin on his face. Your muscles immediately relaxed as you exhaled the breath you’d been holding.

“Jus’ me, cowpoke,” he drawled. “It’s clear now. Get your ass down here before I come get you.”

You found yourself smiling with relief as you put your weapon away, climbing down the ladder with less care than when you were going up. You stumbled into him as you dropped back onto the fire escape, losing your balance.

“Woah, easy there,” he said, steadying you but keeping you close. “Y’really missed me that much, darlin’? I was only gone for an hour.”

You shoved away from him, rolling your eyes. You noticed he was splattered with blood, some having transferred onto your clothes. None of it seemed to belong to him, though, which was another small relief.

“How many?” You asked, deflecting his question.

“Too many for my likin’, and y’know I like myself a crowd,” he said. “Most of ‘em had Axl’s brand, others seemed like newbies. Fuckin’ amateurs, all of ‘em.”

You swallowed with bitter distaste as you heard that name. Surely the death of a group of his men wouldn’t go unnoticed, so that meant you had less time to make a move. The two of you had discussed some plans of attack, but you hadn’t chosen any course of action yet.

You thought of the bottles of Buffout you’d scored in Filly, unbeknownst to him. You’d gotten them as a last resort, not stupid enough to believe the two of you would be able to take on a whole compound of raiders just as you were.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “What now?”

“We loot ‘em, and then we get a move on as soon as dawn comes.”

“No rest for the wicked,” you sighed, even if you were no longer tired.

“Ain’t that the truth,” he chuckled. “But you were a good girl tonight, listenin’ to my orders.”

You bit down a grin and climbed in through the window so he couldn’t see the flustered look on your face. He checked the hallway as you gathered the rest of your stuff, and then you followed him out of the room, unable to stop the warmth spreading in your chest.

“Cooper?” You whispered, barely wanting to disturb the silence. “Thank you, again.”

Silence hung for a moment, and you thought he wouldn’t respond at all.

“That’s twice now,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at you. “Don’t think I’ll forget your debt after all this.”

That warmth exploded into fireworks and oh, you knew you were doomed either way.

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The compound was larger than you’d imagined, visible from a great distance. As soon as you’d crested the hill, you’d felt like a stone dropped into your stomach. The sun had set an hour ago, so the cover of darkness was to your advantage. No turning back now.

But before Cooper could take another step forward, you grasped his arm without thinking. He frowned as he looked down at your hand, then up at your face.

“Y’ain’t havin’ second thoughts, are ya?” He asked. “Little too late for that nonsense.”

You shook your head. “It’s not that, it’s just… maybe we need to reassess our strategy before we do anything hasty. I could use some more rest, too and–”

“Quit it,” he snapped. “What’s the matter with you? You anxious?”

How could I not be? You thought to yourself. You were braced for a fight, itching for it, even. It had made sleeping impossible the previous nights, no matter how much Cooper had tried to force you to rest. The constellations in the sky seemed to brighten the closer you got to the compound; Guiding the way, granting you strength.

But you wanted one more moment with him, just as you were then. So you gave into foolishness, pulling him in as you stood on your tiptoes to bring your lips to his. He flinched, surprised, gripping you in return. You were ready for him to shove you away, but when he didn’t, you placed a hand on his chest.

His lips were chapped, but not unpleasant. Warm, too, and set firmly at the first delicate brush of your lips. You heard a grunt low in his throat as he felt the tip of your tongue swiping at his bottom lip, coaxing, and it was then he snapped out of his shock.

The way he kissed you was rough and hungry, with a certain desperation you knew he would never admit out loud. Your tongues tangled, exploring each other’s mouths – though, truly, his was dominating yours. He gripped your hair, keeping you from escaping, even if it was the last thing you wanted to do.

But before you could get too deep into the kiss – reaching another point of no return – he pulled back, searching your face. Felt fire in his loins as he saw the glazed look of desire in your eyes, but he had to bat it away for the time being.

“Should’ve jus’ said you were needy,” he murmured. “But then again, you always are.”

A faint smile at his teasing, but he noticed the turmoil beneath. “Cooper...”

He let go of you, sobering up and slipping back into his usual prickly demeanor. The times called for it after all; He knew you needed that strength, too. He cleared his throat and glanced back at the compound, trying to think. An idea suddenly came to mind, and he couldn’t help a lopsided grin.

“I say we burn the whole place to the ground,” he said, tilting his head towards it. “And when they’re runnin’ around like chickens with their heads cut off, I’ll carve you a path towards him in the chaos.”

You froze, eyes widening, momentarily unsure of what to say. “I thought you said you had business with him, too.”

He shrugged, looking away. “You’ll settle the score for the both of us.”

The enormity of this statement — this unspoken gift — rocked you to your core, making you take an involuntary step forward. You thought to reach out to take his gloved hand, a rare sob clogging your throat, but you knew it would ruin the moment.

You would find a way to thank him later, when all was said and done.

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It was both fortunate and unfortunate that the raiders had stocked up on so much fuel. To them, it was most likely a precious commodity. To you, well… It was merely a means to an end — A conveniently deadly one.

In the darkest hour of night, Cooper had slipped into the encampment, silent as a shadow. You decided to knock back some Buffout and wait for the mayhem to start. He’d told you to stay hidden until the fire had really taken, but you were already bouncing around impatiently, starting to feel the effects of the chem.

The sharp tang of the fuel reached you in the breeze, and you clasped the handle of his machete with a white knuckled grip. Though you had weapons, he’d insisted you carry it, just in case. It brought you some comfort to have it, as if it was an extension of him.

In the distance, there was the sound of a small explosion. You jumped, but didn’t make a move yet. Those within the encampment started to rise, their voices confused and alert. Every single one of your muscles were poised to run, your senses screaming at you to spring forward. Pupils fully dilated, mind sharper than ever. You briefly wondered if that was how prey drive must feel. Buffout’s no fucking joke.

Instead, you slowly skirted the perimeter, keeping to the shadows. The voices raised and beneath them, there was the dragging hiss of fire igniting, catching hold of everything in its path.

Another explosion, this one much closer, if the subtly trembling earth was any indication. And so commenced the cacophony of chaos, though there was one word among the screams that you were able to distinguish – Ghoul!

The fire was rapidly spreading, so much so that you could feel its incandescent heat, sweat beading all over your face. Show time. You sprang up from your haunches and scurried to the nearest opening.

Things were blurry from then on. You had more than a few close brushes with certain death, but every time, without fail, a whizzing bullet would be your salvation. But that wasn’t to say your machete went unused, blood spattering you like a warrior’s anointing.

Axl’s main quarters were, unsurprisingly, harder to break into. Cooper took care of it, disposing of the raiders that were guarding their leader. The room was cramped with all sorts of loot, including hundreds of caps, perhaps more. Weapons, as well, and not to mention an assortment of Chems.

Axl himself was a large man with long, wild hair that was streaked with grey. He was wearing armor made of scraps and he was riddled with scars, one of his eyes missing. The one remaining glared at the two of you – just as mean mugged as you remembered – but he only seemed to recognize Cooper.

“Surprised to see me?” Cooper said, grinning easily. “Suppose you were so cocksure I wouldn’t discover your ruse, sendin’ me on that wild goose chase.”

“It was a perfectly valid bounty, guess you just didn’t read the fine print.” Axl smiled cruelly in return, his eye returning to you as you took a step forward, teeth bared. “Who’s this bitch? Your guard dog?”

In the next moment, his knee exploded in a spray of blood and gore as Cooper shot him, ripping an agonized howl from his throat as he collapsed.

“Since nobody taught you any fuckin’ manners, I thought I might as well do it,” Cooper said, trying to sound bored despite the rage in his tone.

“You stupid motherfucker! I’m gonna … Kill you for this!” Axl managed to growl, writhing on the floor in torment, pathetically trying to drag himself towards any nearby weapon.

Cooper ignored the threats and nodded towards you. “All yours, cowpoke. Best hurry now, fire’s still spreadin’.”

You held his gaze, hoping your eyes could communicate all you wanted to say. Things took a dreamlike quality, time narrowing down to that very moment. You nodded back, and there was the ghost of a smile on his face. You drifted forward, the past and the present intermingling in your mind.

The memory of your father’s laughter. Years of adventures and survival and the foolish belief that you would always have each other. The startled look on his face as the bullet went straight through his jugular. How he’d pushed you to safety right before his body slumped over. The glimpse of his killer’s face, which had branded itself in your mind.

Now, you had it in front of you once more, right where you wanted it. And not a hint of doubt clouded your mind.

You raised the machete over your head–

“This is for my father, you son of a bitch.”

– And swung it down in a swift, deadly arc.

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You weren’t sure how you were walking, but you knew you needed to get a safe distance away from the burning encampment. Cooper held you to him as you trembled all over, adrenaline leaving your system in hot and cold waves.

“There, there, you’re alright,” he soothed, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “We’ll stop soon, I promise. Come down’s a bitch on that one, ain’t it?”

You nodded, having confessed to the Buffout earlier, cold sweat running down your back. “I feel like I need to sleep for a thousand years.”

He chuckled. “I’ll give you a night, sweetheart. Maybe a couple, If I’m feelin’ generous. I ain’t done with you yet, remember?”

You peered up at him, one corner of your lips curling up in a smirk. “Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” he confirmed. “Matter of fact, I think it’ll take you those thousand years to repay all your debts.”

“I can start tonight.”

“Easy there, cowgirl. If I were you, I’d use my time wisely and rest,” he said pointedly. “You know I don’t play around.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know, Cooper. I’m still feeling pretty restless,” You said, lying through your teeth. Exhaustion ran deep, but that wouldn’t stop you from seeking him, eager to become soft once more. At his mercy.

He hummed in thought, eyes flicking down to you, nonchalant. “Guess I might just have to put you to sleep, huh?”

You grinned, biting your lip and pressing yourself closer to his side. You found a small, rundown shack to hole up in, and he poked his head in to make sure there were no rad roaches or mole rats.

There was barely enough space for the two of you, but you didn’t mind. He threw his coat on the floor and you set your stuff down before he was cornering you. He tugged off his gloves, tossing them aside.

“First thing’s first, gotta get you out of these filthy clothes,” he husked, hands settling on your hips, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt.

He undressed you methodically, enjoying the slowness of it. Revealing more and more of that soft skin he loved to touch, and peeling away the brutality of the night. A hum of appreciation as his hands began to roam, tugging you closer and lowering you onto his coat in an all too familiar way.

“Much better,” he murmured, feasting his eyes and making sure you were unharmed in equal measure.

A few scrapes and bruises, but you’d live. He’d done a good job, all things considered. He let out a low, appreciative whistle, barely able to keep his hands to myself.

Your eyes were shiny with want as you looked up at him, lips parted, body taut with anticipation; Shuddering for an entirely different reason. His nails trailed up your thigh as he leaned forward, hovering over you.

“Well, ain’t you the gift that jus’ keeps on givin’?” he rasped, kissing a spot on your jaw just beneath your ear. “All mine to unwrap and play with.”

You nodded, moving your face so his lips would meet yours. But he held back with a tsk.

“Say it f’me, darlin’.”

“All yours,” you sighed, a teasing smile on your lips. “For the next a thousand years or so.”

“That so?” His hand came up to grasp your face. “We’ll see about that.”

He kissed you then, tongue invading your mouth, licking your upper lip in a way that had you whimpering. It was lazy and indulgent, his free hand slowly trailing down your front.

The same hands that had caused so much destruction now coaxing a fire of a different kind. The night’s events were banished to the periphery of your mind, a languid haze taking over.

And then his fingers reached their target, and he moaned into your mouth as he parted your slick folds and discovered just how wet you were. Unfurling like a flower at his touch, chest heaving, arching against his hand.

You keened as he plunged two fingers inside you, the pad of his thumb pressing against your clit. Drawing circles in that teasing way he knew would have you bucking under him.

“That’s it, nice and slow,” he husked, pulling back to look at your face. “Make those pretty sounds for me.”

It was hard to hold his gaze — much less focus — as he deftly managed to pump his fingers and move his thumb. Your brain nearly short circuited as he found a rhythm that had you dangerously close to the edge… but also left you craving more.

“Fuck,” you gasped, clutching the wrist of the hand that held your face, if only to anchor yourself to something.

His grin was roguish. “Yeah? Gonna give me one like this?”

You tried your best to keep it at bay, wanting to save it for the melding of your bodies, but he could feel the flutter around his fingers.

“Please, I-I want your cock…” you pleaded. “I need you inside me.”

A soft chuckle to conceal the low groan in his throat, the hunger growing within him.

“In time,” he said. “Nobody said anythin’ about you only cumming once, honey.”

With that, his fingers doubled their effort. Your back arched off the ground as you felt pleasure quickly building inside of you — a dam ready to burst.

A choked sound left you as you tumbled over the edge without warning. Muscles clenching as you felt the orgasm rippling outward, blissfully emptying your mind of anything else.

“There’s a good girl,” he praised, feeling the tight squeeze of your cunt around his fingers, his cock twitching painfully in his pants. “See? I knew you could give it to me.”

Your head swam as his hands withdrew. You heard the soft rasp of his zipper being undone and the clink of his belt. Eager, you looked down as he nudged your thighs further apart with his knee, slotting his body between them.

The slick, flushed head of his cock encircled by his fist, pumping himself — large and hard and textured just like the rest of him. He let spit fall from his mouth onto your clit, spreading it with the shaft of his cock as he rutted against you.

Your legs jerked a little with the stimulation against your still puffy clit, but needy whines still poured from your lips like the sweetest melody to his ears.

You knew better than to tell him not to tease you, instead hitching your hips to meet his movements. He growled, barely able to hold back by that point. You softly sighed as your knees pressed against his sides. The head notched at your entrance and he pushed inside, thrusting shallowly to open you up further as he reached halfway.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re tight,” he rasped as you clutched his arms. “Greedy cunt can’t help squeezing me, huh?”

Before you could even try to respond, his hips snapped a little more roughly, finally burying himself to the hilt. A shared exhale as he bottomed out, fully stretching you.

“C-Cooper,” you breathed. “Fuck, please, keep going.”

“I’ll take care of ya, don’t you worry,” he said, voice ragged.

He grasped your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling back only to slam forward again. Tugging you to meet his thrusts – long and deep – and you submitted amiably. Soon, the room was filled with the obscene, slapping sound of your bodies joining. Your moans spiraling in a hypnotic repetition, your eyes heavy-lidded as you lifted your head to get a better look of him driving into you.

“Takin’ me so well,” he groaned. “Pretty lil pussy made just for me.”

Your ankles pressed against his lower back, urging him on, not wanting to separate from him for even a moment. Sweat dotting your brow and stray tears of overstimulation on your lash line. You were everything worth adoring, in his eyes.

One hand reached up to paw at your breasts, which he’d been watching bounce with each one of his thrusts. Pinching the nipples between his fingers, drawing a small yelp from you, but feeling you clamp down on him at the mix of pleasure and pain.

“O-oh, I’m s-so close… Cooper,” You gasped, and he felt your legs start to tremble.

“Go on, sweetheart, give it to me,” he urged, pushing your legs further up and adjusting his angle. “Wanna feel you come all over my cock.”

Somehow, he felt much deeper that way, pounding at your cervix in a way that had you practically yowling. A momentary dizziness as if you were teetering at a great height… and the second orgasm hit you ruthlessly, forever ruining you for anybody else that wasn’t him.

He let out a long, rough groan, and heat flooded inside of you as he also came. He fucked you through it, hips stuttering as he emptied out.

In the come down, you were both panting hard, drunk on endorphins. All energy sapped out of you, lying boneless on top of his coat. He chuckled at the sight of you, something dangerously close to fondness in his amber eyes.

“Little late to ask if you got protection, huh?”

“You know I keep that RadAway on me,” you rasped, smiling weakly.

“Atta girl. And speaking of,” he murmured, pulling out of you and leaving you achingly empty.

Your vision swam as you watched him tuck himself away, making his way towards his pack. But by the time he found the distinct yellow IV bag, you were slipping into the best sleep you’d ever had.

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It was well past morning by the time you woke up. The sun was high, and you felt its heat wafting in through the doorway. Cooper wasn’t around, but you were relieved to see his things were still there.

You noticed he’d cleaned you up to the best of his ability, but you were still naked. You winced as you sat up, stretching your arms over your head. Slowly, you stood up and gathered your clothes from around the small room.

Still, despite all the aches, you felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off your shoulders. The pain of remembering had turned into a dull throb which would take more time to fully heal. At least now you could focus on the good memories, no longer haunted by the need for justice.

Freedom was at your fingertips – to choose, to live. Even the sky seemed a little bluer that day.

As you finished getting dressed, you heard the clink of spurs growing closer, his figure hovering in the doorway.

“How’s my little killer?” Cooper said, leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest.

“Like I’ve been run over,” you said, grinning. “But good, otherwise.”

“Good. It’s about time we get up outta here. I let you rest more than enough.”

A flutter in your chest at the word we, reminding you that perhaps your freedom would be partial, but you didn’t mind as long as it was in his company.

“Right, where to next?” You asked, hauling your pack onto your back.

He shrugged, sly smile tugging at one corner of his lips. “The world is our oyster, darlin’. We can go wherever we damn please.”

You mirrored his smile, thinking that underneath that tough, seemingly unbreakable exterior, he just might be feeling the same way about you. “Lead the way, then.”

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The End.

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peaterookie · 9 months ago

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Go for it nakamura posting go

Now that i think about it... nakamura and hirose are kinda like two sides of the same coin

Let me elaborate to the 2 people that know this series

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I'd say it's a bit obvious that go for it nakamura revolves a lot about the struggles of blending in society in a collectivist country like japan the protagonist is literally a closetted gay boy that frankly has a lot of neurodivergent traits

a struggle of wanting to be included and accepted by others, while also wanting to be yourself, its interesting that both naka and hiro are struggling to balance this in their own ways

I'll start with the obvious one, with nakamura

he tries his hardest to fit in, with this showing through his rather ordinary and unassuming appearance. he's prim and proper, but it ends up backfiring because he ends up looking too normal that people pay no attention to him.

it should also be commented that he's commonly seen as scary/weird by his classmates

i may be reaching but he probably looks too normal to the point it reaches an uncanny valley, aside from his bangs there is almost nothing about him that shows an inviting personality

added with his timid personality and you have a guy that doesnt really know how to make friends

despite his personality being so? loud?? he does not try to show it and he ends up being such a loner

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and theeeeen there's hirose

he strikes me as the guy that everyone knows, but does anyone really truly know him?

there's not really a lot of stuff revealled about him aside from the last chapter of the first book but you can tell that a lot of people like him

he's friendly, hes cute looking, and sometimes isnt afraid to speak his mind! you wouldn't think he would also be hiding some sort of internal conflict about himself.

but interestingly, he does too good a job of fitting in with everyone, that he struggles to speak for himself despite the front he puts up, especially when its about something that might be against what his friends wants.

sorry the bad wording there my brains a bit jumbled

but both nakamura and hirose have a hard time being themselves, they both favor the interest of other people and fitting in, despite the obvious differences in their reputation they share the same struggles

----- last part i swear

i wish this was played more upon in the second book cuz this shared struggle was what made them get closer in the ending of the first book

its so amusing looking at the older doujins of naka and hiro and seeing them just acting like themselves because they trust each other and arent worried about being judged

too lazy to translate this rn but basically nakamura's explaining how to use chopsticks and hirose is ignoring everything and its pissing nakamura off

#ganbare nakamura #ganbare! nakamura kun #go for it nakamura #hirose aiki #nakamura okuto #peater rambles #syundei

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snzydarling · 13 days ago

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ooooo, prompts you say??~

knowing how much I love when someone requests one of my lil guys so I can write them in a fun situation, I'm gonna toss you a f/ukuzawa, aaaaaaand add to it a side of cat allergies +M/ori involvement

do with that as you will, you can choose if the M/ori involvement is minimal, antagonist, helpful, anything you want, just gives you a lil thing to work with~ <3 excited to see what you may cook up if you so choose to!!~

hello !!! you gave me this and i ran with it so hard. thank u for the ask and i def had a lot of fun with this,...... i hope u enjoy it too !!

Nothing Beyond my Grasp

fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs characters: Fukuzawa Yukichi, Mori Ougai cw: sneezing kink !! mess, vouyerism, implied character with kink notes: hi it is 3 am i am so tired goodnight. you guys are lucky imm too tired to be embarrased rn because this is the horniest thing ive written so far !!! its a little kinky. i really like to explore their dynamic in a kind of unconventional way. i dont know if alot of people know about fukuzawas ex-assassin stuff because it was never really directly stated in anything besideds the novel but thats !! why !! hes basically silent throughout this whole thing. in the novel it says he walks compltelty silently most of the time so i think thats such an unconcious habit and it also splays out through most of his life. enjoy. iam going to pass out now gutten night !!!!

Very quickly, Fukuzawa had turned into one of Mori’s favorite people to study. In his unique line of work, he met plenty of unusual people, but none quite like him. Fukuzawa was mysterious- nearly silent, prone to snarling when provoked, and reminded him altogether of a caged wild dog. Really, ‘Silver Wolf’ was the perfect name for him.

Earlier in the evening, Elise had dragged in a bedraggled-looking stray, and entirely susceptible to her, he allowed her to keep it until she got bored with it. Not that they had much choice, anyway- it had taken to whipping its tail about in the corner and hissing as soon as she released it. Mori found himself glancing at the time more often after that. This was a new chance to study Fukuzawa. How would he react? Would he open his heart to another stray? He already had one.

Ever habitual, punctual as a means of politeness, Fukuzawa swings the door to his humble office open as soon as the clock strikes 9 p.m. He looked weary, the combination of preparing to open his agency and body guard work clearly taking its toll. Mori liked to see it- it lowered his guard.

As Fukuzawa moved to his usual spot he passed the spot where the cat had chosen to reside, which took his closeness as a threat and started to hiss and swat. Mori honed in on Fukuzawa’s face, watching the softness in his eyes. He kneels down, palms open, posture soft.

Mori snorts as Fukuzawa slips a treat from his sleeve, holding it out in offering. He doesn’t expose his hands very often, so Mori studies them closely. Calloused from years of sword fighting, etched with fading scars and an array of scratches. Clearly, this is a hobby of his.

He watches as one hand slowly stretches the treat forwards as the other one seriously knucks the underside of his nose, pulling at a particularly long scar. Mori wants to know what its from, but he knows better than to ask. He would never receive an answer. Fukuzawa appears to be making some progress, as the cat starts slinking along nervously, gaining confidence, until Fukuawa twitches into himself. It hisses and jumps back, pressing into the wall as he does it again. The movement leaves Mori quirking an tebow. Fukuzawa moves in a way that is meticulous and calculated, and something so unintentional is novel. Is exhaustion getting to him that badly? The thought sends a shiver down his spine.

Regardless of whatever is weighing him down, Fukuzawa appears to be undeterred. He fully sits down, placing the treat on his lap, and fixes Mori with his usual cold stare. “Where did she come from?” he asks, sounding almost.. Concerned? It's hard to tell with him, and Mori’s not quite familiar enough to parse every micro-intonation, yet. He gives a lazy shrug. “Elise brought it in. Feel free to take it, I dont like dirty things.” He lets the implications hang in the air, relishing the way Fukuzawa’s brow furrows. Always so easy to push. He might not be the only source, he realizes, because he soon scrunches up the bridge of his nose too, and shutters into a raised hand, twice in succession, before sniffing and giving his head a small shake.

Suddenly, Mori realizes what happened the first time. He decides to stay silent, and

feigns interest in his work while watching Fukuzawa from the corner of his eye. He observes him as he tends to his nose repeatedly, staring off with a hazy kind of expression. He also bears witness to the stray bringing itself to Fukuzawa again, settling in his lap, and makes sure to note down the look of joy.

He chuckles at the absurdity of the scene in front of him. “Looks like you’ve got quite a way with strays.” he muses. Fukuzawa starts, apparently haven forgotten about him altogether. How irresponsible. “Are you going to manage to keep me safe like that?” He teases, tiring of this silent treatment. Fukuzawa scrubs at his nose again, answering with a curt “I’ll manage.” that’s a bit fuzzy around the edges. He doesn’t bother to bring up what they both know- Mori doesn’t need his protection.

He finds himself developing a particular interest in Fukuzawa’s nose, which has started to crease, and develop irritated redness around the rims. The abuse is certainly doing him no favors- he watches it be crushed against a palm when it starts to twitch. Fukuzawa even, almost meditative, breathing has started to stutter, just barely visible underneath all of his layers, but Mori knows better than to think he’ll get a show that easily. He’s going to have to work for it.

“Got a tickle?” Hw pried, not like he needed to confirm it. His response comes in a rough head-shake, and he rests his head in his hand, sighing. “Use your words, Fukuawa.” He chides. The man in question curls his lip, but obeys anyways, a breathy “No.” that catches in his throat. He presses another harsh knuckle to the side of his nose, eyelashes fluttering, and flinches into his hand again. A breath escapes this time, stuffy and unsatisfied, and Mori has to swallow down his delight. Fukuzawa is so easy to manipulate- he can’t help but try his luck.

“Really? You look awfully itchy, though. What's gotten into you?” Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t get a response, though the more accurate notion is that he can’t, because Fukuzawa jolts into his shoulder again.

“hH'EHSCHHh-!” it’s greater than any other sneeze Mori has heard out of him, desperate to break free. Fukuzawa’s whole face sparks with irritation, and he pinches the next one between his thumb and forefinger. It squelches with the pressure.

With another shuddering exhale, he glares at Mori. “Nothings wrong.” he declared, but with congestion thick in his throat, so it came out all wrong. Mori scoffs. “Use a tissue, atleast.” He doesn’t get a response, unless a ticklish, smothered cough counts.

Mori actually focuses on his work for a couple of minutes, and when he turns his attention back to Fukuzawa, he can’t contain his shock. His condition has considerably worsened. He’s mid sneezing fit, crushing release after release between pinched fingers, and a tear rolls down his cheek. He looks so utterly pathetic, heat starts to pool in Mori’s gut. Fukuzawa manages to quell the fit without a single noise leaking through, a rather impressive feat. He tends to his nose again, now a dark pink. When he angles his face just right, Mori can see wetness threatening to spill over.

All this abuse seems to do him more harm than good, because not even a minute after his previous attack is he hitching again, canine teeth catching the light, and choking down another volley. He’s not as lucky this time- sound starts to leak out between his fingertips, a preview of what is surely soon to come. Husky gasps and stuttery exhales announce the start and end of each sneeze, only agitating Fukuzawa more. He almost seems to growl as he pants for breath, scrubbing at his nose once again, like it’s offered him any relief thus far. Mori watches the skin crinkle and stretch. He frowns down at Fukuzawa, itchy and irritated and so extremely allergic. What a fool.

“You really shouldn’t stew in an allergen. Really, Fukuzawa, I thought you were smarter than that.” He bites his cheek, watching how the word alone is enough to make his breath catch again. Oh Fukuzawa, the master of self-control. He’s waging a war against his own nose, fighting tooth and nail to maintain his usual mask of indifference. It makes every quiver so much more noticable.

When he’s promptly ignored, Mori makes an effort to remove the mangy cat himself, but Fukuzawa quickly shifts back. The sudden movement breaks his concentration on wrestling control over himself, because he tears forward with a “eH'RSCHHh-oo!” What an incredible sound. So desperate and unrestrained. Mori wants to hear it again, wants to watch Fukuzawa hopelessly to himself, wants to pick apart every piece of it. And he’s always been one to make sure he gets what he wants.

Fukuzawa straightens his spine, face flush with irritation and perhaps a bit of embarrassment. He stares at Mori with a challenge in his expression, like he’s daring Mori to come after him. Mori’s not afraid of him, however, especially not in that state. He just needs to make him crack.

“I can’t believe you’re so willing to put up with such a tickle for a stray like that. Look at all of the fur, Fukuzawa. It’s all across your robes.” he’s smart enough to know what Mori’s doing, and make sure he knows it, but that means nothing. His breath still stutters. “It’s on your hands, too. You’ve been rubbing it all over your nose.” Mori clicks his tongue, scolding. “How careless.”’hiH-!” Fukuzawa’s eyes flutter closed, hands rising towards his face. The anticipation is almost too much.

“That must tickle, Fukuzawa. You look awfully itchy, like there’s fur in your nose.” That sends him over the edge. Mori’s stomach twists with anxiety. Fukuzawa takes in a ragged gasp, head tilted back towards the light, and gives Mori a glorious show.

“eH'RSCHHh-iewh! ‘RSZHHIh-! hiA'ESZHHUh-! hH’RSZHHh-oo!!” With each wretched sneeze, Fukuzawa is thrown further forward, bringing in more dander with every inhale. He’s hopeless to it, hands hovering uselessly, giving Mori a full view of the mess he’s made.

“e'ETSZHHh-! ‘ESCHHUh-! heH'RSZH-! ‘rRSZHHh-oo! hiH-! hiA'ETSCHh-!” They’re pitchy and vocal, unconstrainable. One particularly sonorus “ ‘RSCHHEUHh-!” sends the cat scampering off, and Mori almost purrs when its bushy tail runs directly under Fukuzawa’s nostrils. Oh, he's helpless.

“ hI'RSZHHh-! ‘ESCHHh-oo! hH'RSZHHEUHh-! ‘RSZHHih- hH'ESCHHh-oo! ‘DSCHHhih-!” He’s entirely doubled over now, and some small, still human part of Mori worries he might smother himself. He makes no motion to help. He never wants this to end, each release so pressure inducing. It’s simply too much.

All good things must come to an end, though, and Fukuzawa manages to wrangle himself under control. Raw, desperate sneezes are replaced by clipped stifles that still rock him forwards, and almost a full minute passes before he emerges, deeming himself out of the woods. Lord, he is wrecked. If Mori were a weaker man, his arousal would’ve been much more obvious. He manages to keep himself under control.

Fukuzawa’s face is flushed and swollen, his eyes red rimmed and eyelashes heavy with fat tears. Every panting breath he takes in has the slightest wheeze, so Mori takes pity on him and deicides to play his role as doctor. He makes short work of acquiring an anti-histimine, holding it out like a dog treat.

Fukuzawa doesn’t meet his eyes as he takes it, but hes polite enough to nod his thanks. He swallows it dry, throat clicking, and there’s silence once again until it breaks it with a snarling “‘RSZHHh-oo!” that escapes his clutches.

“Silver Wolf” was most certainly a fitting name.

#sneeze kink #sneeze #snz #sneeze fic #snz fic #sneezing #i am exhausted its like 4 am at this point #i was supposed to go to bed early wtf 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#theres probably so many typos in this. dont tell me i dont want to know #i dont have msnt thoughts to share with you i just really like comparing Fukuzawa to a dog / wolf because he literally is #thats like his whole thing #also thank u so much for the req !!!@ i really had so much fun writing this it gave me an excuse to write out a concept ive had for a very #long time #i think the dynamic between these two is very interesting but its sooo hard to find fics abt it #because i fear im not a fan of fukumori #i have so many thoights about fuku but im too tired to share rhem #this is so random but what do hou guys listen to while you write???#bc i usually just listen to my reg playlist but it kind of. kills the mood #im tryna jack off why is radio head playing dafuq 😭😭😭😭#i need to be put down #goodnight #inhope hou ejjoy

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irlnorthshaw · 2 months ago

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Headcanons for automatic?

SINCE YOU ASKED SO NICELY!!! i love automatic sm, it truly is a crime they didn’t make him more relevant in the main series bc i think he’s super funny. here are an assortment of automatic hcs for you anon. i wish i could make the banner for it too but im honestly half asleep rn

the kind of guy that will try to convince you that he doesn’t care. but he does. he cares A WHOLE LOT!! his flop era with supa strikas took a massive hit on his confidence and it did show during his initial transition with IU

is actually not a mean guy at all, he’s just insecure— hence the bullying children in rookie season. but he’s off with a better team now and he’s never been more fulfilled than ever

his love language is teasing, he especially finds the most joy in teasing skarra because that guy gets pissed SO easily and auto finds it entertaining

its a shame we dont see auto as often bc i think his dynamic w skarra is hilarious. its just the constant “i can see why supa strikas rejected you” “look who’s talking” LMAOOO???

bookworm!! you know auto is reading a really good book/series if he has not replied to any texts or calls for the past few days. nobody can come between this man and his kindle

not necessarily a loner but he does find comfort in being alone most days. you know the lounge that skarra, dingaan, and dooma always hangs out at? he’s been there a couple of times but got irritated and then never came back

that’s it really. he just gets real irritated real fast!!!

remember when i said he isn’t mean… yeah he ISN’T but he’s not necessarily the nicest either. this guy can and will curse you and your family out if you try him. not very pg friendly 🥀

knows at least a couple of vince’s credit card info… and have used it. which also caused a whole commotion in the locker room bc vince was not happy to see transactions that were not his own

but to be fair it wasn’t like he bought anything crazy, he probably got takeout but didnt bother using his own money LOL like chill out vince it was only $10 🙄🙄

EL MATADOR’S BIGGEST HATER!!! when “last action figure” was going down, oh this man was enjoying every second of it

lives alone and probably plans on keeping it that way. he’s not a relationship kind of guy but he will consider adopting fur babies to keep him company

and for that same reason he prefers cats over dogs, he grew up with cats in his old family home and think they strike the perfect balance of being lovable without being too hyper (he just can’t handle dogs, he can barely handle himself)

cryptic texts to the group chat because free will >>>

sends his own posts in the group and everyone’s like “what’s this?” and he goes “i don’t see any of you liking my posts” “(skarra) yeah that’s because nobody wants to see your blurry gym pics, weirdo”

him and skarra are roommates in this scenario. they’re in their hotel room and skarra starts complaining a bit too much about shakes for a bit too long. this is automatic:

#sorta suggestive but the el matador part… yeah i think they did it and el matador went: and i thought your playing was bad #and thats why he flopped in rookie season!!!#they could never make me hate you otto #i love calling him that. otto is such a cute nickname #anyways i hope you enjoy this anon bc i did too!#supa strikas #invincible united #supa strikas skarra #supa strikas automatic #supablr #xan: headcanon

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notashadowbutawave · 2 months ago

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okay i'm supposed to be working but, here are my thoughts on 8x11 Holy Mother of God

firstly

i said i just wanted a good Bobby plot and idk??? Lesley Ann Warren was ON One (complimentary) but I do not think Bobby's mother deserved a kind of unconditional forgiveness for how Bobby's childhood played out. when Bobby called her out in her hotel room I was like YES GET HER and i think what i wanted specifically was maybe for Bobby to reconcile with his brother but recognize that reconciliation with his mother will be incomplete even if they end up back on speaking terms and that would have rung more true to me. this show has a long history of doing very forced parental reconciliations, even if they do kind of walk them back a bit later (SEE BUCK & TOMMY'S CONVO ABOUT BOBBY BEING "THE FATHER [BUCK] NEVER HAD "BUT YOUR FATHER'S ALIVE"), and I'm wondering if both FOX and ABC have provided guidance at the network level that parental reconciliation is required in some way for these scripts even if they don't hang their hats narratively on those relationships. like i should have seen it coming but. whatever. peter and angela are delightful. i'll allow it

okay but----

I don't think ANY of the interviews about this season have misled us in any way. it's simply not that deep. the show does what it says on the tin. Tim Minear is objectively a dumbass and probably not a very good showrunner and I think the writers' room is succeeding at advancing certain plots and character development in spite of him. everything he says is completely incoherent but not deliberately, I don't think, misleading. for the sake of scholarship, read what, say, Rolin Jones says about AMC IWTV or something, and then go back to a Tim interview. these are not people on the same level. also IWTV is good and on cable and films their whole season before they release. the network TV production schedule and State Censorship requirements, combined with MANY recent events (ex. last year's dual WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes, the LA fires, gestures the united states of bottomless despair)… i think a lot of things contribute to this season being disjointed in its vision and execution and SOME OF THESE THINGS ARE TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE AND NOT WORTH BEING MAD ABOUT. i honestly don't know how much juice this show has left (please feel free to reach out to me privately if you want to read my essay about the show's inextricable link to the soul of this cursed country, which is also going down like the titanic) but they're giving us bucktommy and it is doing exactly what it says on the tin. the text is the fucking show.

but moving on to the MEAT, the DISCOURSE, the FLESH, THE CONTENT

i don't buy that buck was hazing ravi like he was a shitty little brother. where does that come from. i think the writing was just trying to establish that Buck is still a fucking mess because he's clinging to Ravi like "if I don't talk to someone new about my feelings rn i will literally fucking die" instead of like actually trying to be Ravi's friend.

king shit by Ravi to bring Tommy over to Buck and leave him there. and an incredible fit. that shirt and those gently pleated trousers? i say this with love to Oliver and Lou and Kenny and Peter and Ryan and everyone but Anirudh Pisharody is the best looking man on this show. if i look at him too long i start drooling. sorry Anirudh.

but what i mean to say is that Ravi was right to do what he did. "Please take care of your tipsy ex, I've already worked beyond my shift. please fuck it out of him. i can't take it anymore. i need rest. yes, i know, twist your arm man, but if that's what it takes. he's gonna need that dick to touch his brain stem"

THIS IS WHAT THE NARRATIVE HAS SHOCKINGLY CONSISTENTLY ESTABLISHED… that Tommy saw Buck and Eddie together, saw Buck realize his sexuality, and simply thought his days with Buck were numbered because he would realize he was actually in love with Eddie, because they already had such a deep connection. IRONICALLY, THIS SITUATES BUCK AND TOMMY WITH THE MOST EQUAL FOOTING THEY'VE EVER BEEN ON. THEY BOTH HAVE HAD PARALLEL DUAL FUCK UPS. ALL THAT IS NEEDED IS FOR THEM TO TALK IT OUT.

to wit:

Buck was uncomfortable with his queerness and with being with Tommy, was desperate to make Tommy not leave him and skipped all the steps to get to that point, the deepening of their relationship, the hard conversations. notice how EVERY TIME Tommy brought up something he was feeling during the first six months of their relationship, Buck didn't directly address it, shuffled into jokes or "uh yeah obviously, DUH." See: their conversation about fathers, Tommy talking about wanting a family like the 118 (who all completely ditched him when he dumped Buck, not even checking in with him to hear his side!). Buck tried to speedrun the whole fucking thing. and then asked Tommy to move in with him. Tommy freaked out and broke up with him. and Buck couldn't move on. Couldn't. he knew there was something special there, something that couldn't be replicated. He reacted badly. They both reacted badly.

Tommy consistently had this insecurity… that Buck is actually in love with Eddie, or at least that he wasn't ready to be with Tommy, because Buck wasn't taking those steps towards deepening their emotional intimacy. He intentionally injured Eddie, probably never shut up about Eddie and Chris the whole time they were dating because he has no filter, and then MOVED INTO EDDIE'S HOUSE. I think Buck was shocked by this revelation that Tommy had had this brewing in the back of his head the whole time, because to him, this is just what you do - if there's something you can do to help your best friend, you do it, with no strings attached. Tommy was out of pocket and it cut Buck deeper than he could have been prepared for.

BUCK HAS NEVER HAD A FUNCTIONING CLOSE ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP. AND WHAT WE ARE SEEING WITH THESE SCENES IS THAT TOMMY PROBABLY HASN'T HAD A FUNCTIONING CLOSE PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP OR FRANKLY RELATIONSHIP OF ANY KIND THAT WASN'T FULLY MEDIATED THROUGH HIS DEEP INSECURITY THAT HE ISN'T ACTUALLY WHAT THE OTHER PERSON WANTS. we have two specific examples of this in the narrative: Abby (with whom he tried, but was closeted, and he's a self-described Kinsey 6), and his own father, with whom he doesn't even talk. and we have the 118, who lost touch with him after he went to Harbor, reconnected with him when he started dating Buck, but he was only ever "Buck's boyfriend" and apparently his inclusion in the group was totally conditional. Tommy has never been the person someone else wanted. He has no idea how to believe that he is the person Buck wants. So he reacted badly. They both reacted badly.

This isn't to say they're "even" but for the purposes of the narrative, they are both poised on the edge of reconciliation and admitting these issues to each other and actually talking about them. Everyone said they were doing a romcom. And you don't do a romcom without a happily ever after, but multiple speed bumps are needed to get to that point. Meet cute to first kiss to first stumble (the aborted first date) to second stumble (the breakup) to third stumble (the smoking hot false restart). it is so endgame shaped it might defy the laws of physics.

(never in my life have i seen a show's writers have to completely dismiss a fanon ship in the script because certain elements of the fandom had become so unbalanced that it had started to interfere with their ability to work lmao - like i'm not laughing really because it's kind of upsetting but i am also laughing because Oliver's delivery of those lines was sending me. such conviction)

(like everyone else, i need to write porn about everything that happens after the shirt pull, not like i have a bunch of other WIPs or anything)

im whatever, they are feeding us, we are eating at god's most perfect table. bless us lou and every one

#bucktommy #911 spoilers #8x11 holy mother of god #911 abc #wee woo post episode madness

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