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treatbuckywkisses · 3 days ago

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SHES BAAAAAAACK !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I appreciate your angst so much more when you give me a happy ending🥹 IM SELFISH OK. this was sooooooo lovely😭

The thing about Bucky Barnes was, well, he’s kind of an asshole. I'm listening 🎧

You were finishing up a game of beer pong where you and Bucky absolutely dominated, and as you sank the last cup, he picked you up, swinging you around before setting you back on your feet. The thing is, he didn’t really let you go. You stood there, in the middle of a crowded party, with his arms around you and it was like everyone else disappeared. oh I'm weak. absolute knee buckling

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a sigh. oh im nauseous tiffany.

He sounded so sincere, and he was your best friend, so you took a deep breath and sighed, accepting the fact that if you wanted Bucky in your life, this was just something you would have to deal with. :( this sucks LMAO this is such a real and unfortunate feeling that youve perfectly pictured into my brain ft bucky :(

You wanted to argue, to scream, to make him feel bad about choosing her over you, but hadn’t he already? So instead, you mumbled a quiet agreement and hung up, not wanting to talk to him any longer. Already, it felt like the beginning of the end. im throwing up currently

You sat down at his table, no longer interested in placid excuses and apologies, and asked him point blank what was going on. YA GOOD FOR YOU BABE

You nodded, grabbing your coffee as you stood up, and headed for the door. If he was willing to let your friendship go, then you weren’t going to fight him on it. So you left, face heated with embarrassment and tears threatening to spill over. nooooooo:( i know a place we can take dot 😈 this is so beautifully depressing:(

Adjusting to a life without Bucky was weird, you had to admit, but you did it anyway. The first few weeks were the hardest, when he was the first person you wanted to text during any occasion, but eventually that muscle memory faded until you were reaching out to the people who actually valued you in their life. EVENTUALLY THAT MUSCLE MEMORY FADED UNTIL THAT MUSCLE MEMORY FADED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bc you never had to THINK with bucky everything was instinctual I'm SPEECHLESS YOU COME HERE AND KISS ME ON THE MOUTH 🙀

You supposed it was kind of funny, in that asshole way of his, and you stared at the message for another moment before responding. OH 🥲🥹

YOUR BUCKY GET OUT

He wrapped you in his arms as he stood in front of you, and it all felt so heartbreakingly familiar you gave in immediately, all the tension leaking from your body at the feeling Bucky gave you. he's home🥺

It was electric. Never had a kiss from someone else ever lit a fire inside you the way one from Bucky did. It started off slow, searching, a chance to reacquaint yourselves. But the second Bucky’s hand reached to tangle in your hair, everything shifted. the build up is phenomenal 🤤🤤

All it took was a soft whisper of come on, baby and a crook of Bucky’s fingers and you were falling apart, the intensity of your orgasm whipping through you, and as you floated back down to your senses, Bucky was still going. i am FERAL for this

“I missed you so much.” You didn’t respond for a moment, but you lifted your head to meet Bucky’s eyes. In them lay the sincerity of his words, vulnerable now that they weren’t being said in the heat of the moment. :( soft baby omwgskdhjs

genuinely i don't know how you hated the smut bc it was so passionate:( and it really said a lot for them i think. a moment of deep connection to further solidify what they were feeling together🥺 I hope this helps you see that🫶🏻 never doubt yourself baby you're amazing!!!!

the art of missing someone

summary: bucky barnes was a lot, but he would always be yours

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: brief college then modern au, little bit of angst, don't ask if this is based off personal experience i will cry, smut (MINORS DNI!) [unprotected sex, oral (f receiving)], confessions, idk man i'm just here

a/n: first fic of 2025!! this was a bitch and i still lowkey hate it but it is what it is

main masterlist - i no longer have a taglist but you can follow @theafterglowlibrary for updates!

The thing about Bucky Barnes was, well, he’s kind of an asshole.

In a funny way, really, but an asshole through and through and, for some reason, that did it for you.

It did it for you so much, in fact, that you had been going in circles with him for years now. You met him originally at a party in college; you didn’t know anyone except for your roommate, Natasha, and she introduced you. You immediately gravitated towards him, with his quick wit and sharp opinions, you felt like you could talk to him about anything. He kept close to you the entire night, getting more touchy as the evening dragged on, until the tipping point came.

Searching your eyes for permission, he bent his head down and his lips met yours and that was really the beginning of it all. It was unlike any kiss you had ever had, sweet but a little desperate and you craved more.

It became a thing, after that. You would see Bucky at a party, make nice for a few hours, then end up in a closet or empty bedroom making out until someone came to find you.

But more than that, Bucky became your friend. He was who you talked to in your darkest moments, who you sent stupid videos to, everything, and you liked it like that.

That is, until everything got turned on its head.

It happened right after graduation. You had just moved into your own apartment and were waiting for Bucky to come over for movie night. You hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks, the communication very much lacking, but you figured it was just a busy time for both of you and once you got settled, everything would be fine.

That is, until you got a phone call as you closed the microwave door and started the popcorn. Immediately seeing Bucky’s name, you wiped your hands and answered.

“Hey, you almost here?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a sigh.

“I- I don’t know how to say this,” Bucky started, and you found yourself growing nervous. There was nothing you and Bucky couldn’t talk about. Well, almost nothing. “Me and Dot, well, we’ve been talking and…”

His voice trailed off, the line going quiet again. But you were going to make him say it.

“We’re getting back together. She really wants to make it work this time.”

And there it was. Dot was Bucky’s on again-off again for the last several years, stretching back to before you even knew him, and it was a sore spot in your friendship. They had mostly been “off” in the time you’d known him, save for a few memorable occasions where she wormed her way back into his life for a couple weeks just to break his heart all over again. It was safe to say she was not your favorite person, and you certainly weren’t hers.

“Bucky…” you started, but he cut you off.

“No, I know what you’re thinking.” He actually probably had no clue how evil the thoughts you had were, but you weren’t going to enlighten him. “But it’s serious this time, we’ve been talking since graduation and we’re both ready to give this a real shot, without all the bullshit.”

You could hear his relieved laugh on the other end, and you felt your stomach give an odd lurch, like someone had pulled a carpet out from under you.

“I knew you would understand, thank you.”

“Of course, Buck. Now, what about movie night?”

Another beat of silence, then, just like you knew it would happen:

“I can’t, Dot is coming over.”

And you weren’t sure you were ready for that.

It didn’t even happen slowly, is the worst part. You didn’t see Bucky that night, or any night for the weeks that followed. It wasn’t until you saw him at the coffee shop by your apartment that you were able to talk to him.

You sat down at his table, no longer interested in placid excuses and apologies, and asked him point blank what was going on.

“I’m just trying to keep Dot happy.”

“By staying away from me?” You were frustrated, sure, but under that really you were just hurt. “Listen, you know I don’t like her, but I would never ask you to choose between us. That’s not fair and if she cared about you like she said she does, then she wouldn’t either.”

“It’s not like that!” His voice was raising, just a little, so you knew he was just being defensive. He must have heard it too because he cleared his throat, voicing going back to normal. “I just don’t want to cause any problems.”

As you passed the threshold to the coffee shop back onto the sidewalk, you pulled your headphones on, ignoring the bustle of the city and Bucky still watching you leave through the window.

Almost a year passed, and you moved on in all the ways you could. You heard Bucky moved back across the river to Brooklyn and that was about all you knew; your friends avoided the mention of even his name if they could help it, even though you knew at the very least Steve and Natasha still talked to him.

You just hoped he was happy, no matter what he was doing.

It was a cold January night when the notification came through. Wanda had recently convinced you to get on a dating app, even though you were perfectly content being single, thank you, but you had to admit the attention didn’t hurt.

You weren’t expecting much when your phone chimed and you unlocked it without even looking at the notification. Which is how you came face to face with Bucky’s Hinge profile, and a message attached to a picture of you that you knew he had taken saying: hey, you look familiar.

Was that really how he was going to make amends, on a dating app?

You supposed it was kind of funny, in that asshole way of his, and you stared at the message for another moment before responding.

oh, i know you?

if you want to

And, well, that was the thing. You did want to. No matter what he did, no matter how much he hurt you, he was still your best friend. Your Bucky.

Instead of answering, you pulled up a contact you hadn’t opened in months and pressed call. It rang one time before a familiar voice flooded the other end.

“Hey, stranger.”

“Hey, Buck.”

It was a healthy conversation, if you were being honest. Bucky apologized, told you he and Dot were done for good this time and, against your better judgment, you accepted it. You talked for hours after that, catching up on life and reminiscing on old memories, until you checked the time.

“Shit, it’s late,” you said as you put the phone back to your ear. “Almost midnight.”

And then, the words you dreaded but wanted desperately.

“Come over.”

“To Brooklyn? Buck I can’t take the subway this late.”

“I’ll pay for your Uber. Just come over.” You could hear the words he wanted to say, the ones on the tip of his tongue that he just wouldn’t force out.

“Well, I did miss you.” You tried to press it, to make him say it, but he only hummed on the other end.

“So is that a yes?”

You looked down at yourself, cozied up in sweatpants and a hoodie that you were almost entirely sure was Bucky’s, and sighed.

“Yes.”

“Perfect, your Uber will be there in 8 minutes.”

You didn’t have time to wonder how he got your new address - probably one of your mutual friends, maybe he had been keeping more tabs on you than you had on him - and shot up from the couch. With no time to change, you headed to the bathroom and brushed your teeth before taming your hair in the best way you could. As you were stuffing some clothes in an overnight bag - just in case, you told yourself - your phone chimed with a text from Bucky that your Uber had arrived.

In a whirlwind, you rushed to the car where the driver seemed very put off at having to wait a whole 90 seconds for you to walk four flights of stairs, and slid in.

The whole ride there you were nervous. The thing with Bucky was, despite many drunken hookups, you’d never actually had sex. You weren’t really sure why, just that it had never happened and you had been grateful for it in the long run. You weren’t even sure if it would happen tonight, if he still wanted you like that. Even with all your talking and catching up, you hadn’t been brave enough to ask what this meant.

At nearly 1am, your Uber pulled up outside a beautiful Brooklyn brownstone and, there on the front porch, stood Bucky.

He wrapped you in his arms as he stood in front of you, and it all felt so heartbreakingly familiar you gave in immediately, all the tension leaking from your body at the feeling Bucky gave you.

“Hey,” he said softly into your hair. “Come on in.”

Bucky’s house was so far from his old college apartment it was frightening, yet it couldn’t have felt more like Bucky. More like home.

You took in your surroundings, shelves of books and vintage furniture and warm tones, it was almost like stepping back into your own place, the aesthetics were so similar. That was the funny feeling in your chest, you were sure.

Eventually, you ended up on Bucky’s couch with some superhero movie on, not really watching it but still grateful for its background noise to fill the room with each lull in the conversation. Not that there were many, one thing that came easy with Bucky had always been talking - although neither of you did much of that when it really mattered; you figured you could put that out of your mind for now.

Over the course of the movie, you and Bucky shifted closer together until your thighs were pressed flush and you could feel the air from each of his exaggerated hand movements. It wasn’t until a wayward wave nearly grazed your nose that you truly realized how close you had become, and the sight of Bucky’s eyes shifting subtly to your lips has your self restraint at an all time low.

Fuck it, you thought. You had wanted this for so long, but you also knew you could live without Bucky if everything went tits up. It was a sad thought, that, but you couldn’t let this opportunity go. With every bit of courage you had, you let your hand float up to cup Bucky’s cheek, eyes searching for any sort of hesitation. When you found none, you leaned forward to close the admittedly small gap between your lips.

Suddenly you were pulled in Bucky’s lap, legs straddling his, lips desperate for a taste of what you’d missed for so long. It was everything you hadn’t let yourself wish for, and you had a feeling you weren’t going to be missing it again anytime soon.

It wasn’t until your shirts were on the floor and Bucky was making quick work of your clasped bra that you thought maybe it would be smart to just slow down. Just for a second, just to get your bearings.

An honest to god whine fell from his lips as you pulled back, stopping his hands from undressing you any further.

“Buck,” you whispered, forehead pressed to his, hands cupping his face as if he was something precious. Though you supposed he was, to you at least. “What’s going on?”

“I just…” His voice trailed off, obviously unsure of himself even though this at least was familiar territory. What was to come next, however, was not. “I can’t go another day without making you mine.”

Your core tightened at the words, vivid memories of what Bucky’s hands and mouth could do; fantasies of what else he could do invaded as well as suddenly talking didn’t seem like a priority anymore.

“Take me to bed.” And that was all he needed.

Bucky scooped you up bridal style, carrying you across the threshold of his bedroom and laying you gently on his bed. Your eyes darted around, wanting more of snippets of the life Bucky had built here, but you were quickly distracted by his body covering yours, the weight of him pressed between your thighs was comforting and intoxicating.

Bucky’s touch proved even more distracting as he shed you of your bra, mouth immediately latching to one nipple, the little nips and sucks enough to drive you crazy on their own, while his hands pinched at the other. He continued his assault until you were dizzy with want, then he trailed down your body with his mouth, not leaving an inch of skin undiscovered until he reached the waistband of your sweatpants.

He pulled them down just an inch, then his eyes shot up to meet yours at the discovery.

“No underwear?” His voice was deep, husky, almost fucked out if you really thought about it. It was a thrill that your hold on him was so tight that just the thought of you without underwear was enough to leave him reeling just a little bit.

You batted your eyes innocently. “Someone didn’t give me much warning about my Uber, I apologize.”

The giggle in your voice suggested the insincerity of your apology, but it didn’t deter Bucky as he pulled your pants from your body, mouth and hands still exploring.

His fingers traced unknown patterns along your inner thighs, gently pushing them apart until you were fully exposed to him. You felt nervous all of a sudden, like you had never been in this position before. You had, of course, but never sober, and never with Bucky looking at you so attentively - like he was going to eat you alive.

It was intense, having Bucky’s eyes bore into you as he lowered his mouth to your core, starting with gentle kitten licks until your hips were bucking, searching for more friction. One of his hands pinned your hips to the bed, while the other slipped through your folds, spreading spit and slick, before he slipped one inside of you. Then two, then three, until you were begging for release.

It was feverish, like he couldn’t get enough of your pleasure, and each twitch and moan encouraged him until your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him away from your spent body.

He let out a protest, but you silenced it by pressing your lips to his, moaning at the taste of yourself as his tongue pressed into your mouth. You were lost in the sensation, letting yourself be manhandled until you were once again in Bucky’s lap. Sometime while you had been transported to another planet, his pants had been shed and you were oh so close to getting everything you ever wanted.

With your mouth still pressed to his, you rolled your hips, feeling the weight of him sliding along you. You kept at it, teasing and grinding until he thrust his hips and there it was; one slight adjustment and the feeling of Bucky stretching you out to was more overwhelming than you could have imagined.

Your hips stilled, as did Bucky’s, letting you adjust to him until you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, your way of telling him that you were okay, that he could move.

His thrusts started slowly, letting you feel every inch of him until you were begging for more. When his hands stopped roaming to grip your hips tightly, you knew you were done for.

Bucky held you in place, his hips snapping up to fuck into you and all you could do was hold on for the ride.

You were so overwhelmed you almost missed Bucky’s words, mixed in with his moans, but once you caught them, they were as clear as day:

I missed you.

Over and over, Bucky was repeating the words, interspersed with groans and heavy panting, but your heart restricted regardless

He missed you. Bucky missed you.

With your thoughts such a jumbled mess, reveling in the fact that this was really happening, your orgasm snuck up on you. One second you were floating on the high of Bucky and the next you were crashing, falling, and he was right there to catch you as you came down.

His hips slowed, stuttering as he spilled into you with one final thrust.

For a moment, the world around you didn’t exist. All there was was this moment, with Bucky’s arms around you and your head buried in his shoulder. Everything came back at once: your harsh breaths, the noise of the TV far away in the living room, and Bucky’s hushed whispers as he held you.

“I missed you too, Buck.”

#bucky barnes #tiff writes #the art of missing someone #SHES BACK🥹

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soobinieee · 1 day ago

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snowstorm secrets

pairing: soonyoung x f!reader

word count: 2,327

genre: smut (soft s*x), fluff, praise kink, enemies to lovers

sum. a weekend getaway with friends takes an unexpected turn when a heavy snowstorm traps you and your enemy alone in a holiday cabin. however, despite the cold, you felt warm...

a/n: it's been soooo long since i wrote a fic 😭 hope yall enjoy this!

you were trudging along the hallways after your last class ended when suddenly, you heard a familiar voice calling out your name. "hey y/n!" dokyeom shouted. you turned your head and saw dokyeom waving and smiling brightly at you. just as you were about to wave back and return a smile, you saw soonyoung standing beside dokyeom. "tsk, why is that fella there..." you thought to yourself. soonyoung saw who dokyeom was waving to and immediately ran to you. "hey nerd, walking to the library? i'll walk there with you." soonyoung snickers as he teased you. "nah i don't need YOU to follow me and i am NOT going to the library. mind your own business." you rolled your eyes as you replied him. just then, dokyeom walked to where you were and asked "y/n! i'm planning a holiday getaway next week at my parents' holiday cabin. would you like to come? i'll be there with soonyoung and seungkwan, as well as minseol and aeri (your best friends). let me know soon!" he winked at you as he walked away with soonyoung.

you texted your friends after dokyeom's invitation to join his weekend getaway.

y/n: "hey guys, i heard that yall are going to dokyeom's holiday getaway."

minseol: "oh yeah! dokyeom was gonna tell you that day when he asked us but i told him to ask you after your exam. aaaaanyways, are you coming? please say yes.."

y/n: "i would love to join yall but soonyoung will be there... i don't want to quarrel with him every second 💀"

aeri: "just stick with us. we know you hate soonyoung but we will be thereee so just come pleaseee. it wouldn't be fun without you..."

minseol sent a praying emoticon, pleading you to go. you thought about it and then replied "wait yea yall are right, i'll just stick with yall and have a blast there hehe" after that, you told dokyeom that you will be going. dokyeom proceeded to add you in a group chat and sent the details of the holiday getaway.

-- saturday morning, 8am --

you woke up to the freezing weather, getting ready and preparing for the 2 nights at the cabin. ngl, you were quite excited for this short trip except for the fact that soonyoung will be there. "it would have been fantastic if he isn't going ohgod.." you thought to yourself. just then, your phone screen lights up and notifications were flooding your phone.

aeri: "hey y/n can you get to the cabin with soonyoung? dokyeom and seungkwan are going for a grocery run."

y/n: "i can always go with you and minseol"

minseol: "y/n aaa sorry aeri and i just realised we have a morning chemistry consultation over zoom with our teacher until 10am... sorry we rescheduled it twice already idt we should reschedule it again 😭 we'll treat you to lunch and dinner on monday to make it up to you! sorry......don't hate us please.."

y/n: "omg wtf with soonyoung.. alone 😭"

aeri: "shit. IM SO SORRY Y/N soonyoung happened to be the only one free 😭😭😭"

minseol: "y/n i am soo sorry but dokyeom said someone has to be there early to check if we need any extra supplies..."

y/n: "can't soonyoung just go alone"

aeri: "errr dokyeom said its better if someone else accompanies him because he's quite bad at directions 💀..."

y/n: "ohmygod. fine i'll go but keep your promise on monday's lunch and dinner."

"great, what a wonderful way to start this winter getaway." you thought to yourself. just then, soonyoung texted you asking for your address so he can pick you up. you had no choice but to send your address while you received more apologies from dokyeom and your friends on how you have to travel to the cabin alone with soonyoung. after 30 minutes of waiting, soonyoung rang your doorbell. you carried your duffel bag and put on your coat before heading out to the cold.

"hey nerd, not bringing your study materials to the cabin?" you rolled your eyes and replied "can you stop calling me a nerd? i am not one." soonyoung laughs and retorted back, "no. pass me your bag."

before you could decline him, he snatched your duffel bag from you and placed it in the trunk. you were shocked but you didn't think much about it and entered the car.

the journey to the cabin was awkward but weirdly comfortable. all you could hear was cigs after sex playing in the background from the car's radio and soonyoung casually humming to the tune at random stops. he did not make fun of you nor quarreled with you over small random things.

"oh i wish he could stay this quiet whenever i see him..." you thought to yourself as you looked out the window. it was snowing heavily outside and all you see was thick white snow blanketing over the pavements. as soonyoung drove further into the outskirts of the country, you realised how seldom you explored the countrysides. "i should definitely come here for short getaways in the future.." you thought to yourself. envisioning yourself with different getaway ideas, soonyoung broke your train of thoughts

"hey y/n. could you search up the location again. i need to make sure if i am going the right direction." you sighed and took out your phone, inputting the location into the gps. the gps started giving directions and soonyoung listened intently.

at one point, he made a wrong turn (which he did not even realise) so you shouted "DUDE you made a wrong turn."

"wait no i'm correct" he rebutted.

"nonono dude look at the gps." you told him. "huh no im correc- oh. you're right sorry nerd." his voice softer as he realised his mistake. after what seems like forever, you and soonyoung finally reached dokyeom's holiday cabin. he brought your bags in along with his into the cabin. you hugged yourself tightly as the winds howled strongly. "the snow is quite heavy" you sighed.

as you went into the cabin with soonyoung, you took off our coat and boots. soonyoung turned on the heater (which was working thank god) while you went to check for supplies. after checking and confirming with dokyeom that everything yall need is there, you sat on the couch and scrolled through your phone. just as you were about to wonder what soonyoung was up to, you realised he successfully started a fire at the fireplace. he turned back, pointed to the fireplace and proudly announced to you, "i'm kwon fire." you rolled your eyes but chuckled softly as you thought he was quite adorable.

an hour has passed and your friends were still not in sight. it was snowing so heavily outside that you could barely see anything. the way the winds made the trees move looked really scary too as you stared out of the cabin windows. you were about to ask the group chat when they were arriving but to your dismay dokyeom said that there was a snowstorm so due to safety they decided to drive to the cabin after it subsides. soonyoung saw the message and replied with a thumbs up. however, you felt nowhere close to being okay. "there's no way i'm spending the time here with this jerk...." you silently complained to yourself.

"are you hungry? i brought instant ramyeon with me. if you want some, i can cook for you. i'm cooking for myself anyway. plus they won't be here anytime soon." soonyoung asked.

"oh yea sure, thanks." you replied thinking about how soonyoung is suddenly being so nice. it felt weird but nice, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. as you texted your friends, you could smell the ramyeon which made your stomach growl.

when soonyoung told you it was ready, you ran to the dining area and started digging into your food. to your surprise it tasted good. you never knew he was capable of cooking meals. to beat the silence, he started a conversation with you.

you looked up to reply him but he snickered and said "your mouth is dirty." "huh WHER-" before you could finish your sentence, his finger went to wipe it off for you. you sat there shocked, trying to process what he just did. he laughed then went back to eating. your face turned red and you muttered a soft "thanks".

after the simple meal, you went back to the couch. soonyoung followed behind you and suggested playing a game. "2 truths 1 lie? it will be boring if we keep scrolling through tiktok anyway." you nodded as you agreed with him. making yourselves comfortable on the floor, infront of the cozy fireplace, you started the ball rolling. as yall were playing, you and him either quarreled loudly at certain times or laughed heartily at each other's truths. if you were being honest, you quite enjoy it, which was weird because you never knew you could stand him.

"your turn" you chirped at soonyoung.

"hmm.... i love tigers, i love hamsters, i love you" "LOL dude isn't this simple, it's obviously the i love hamsters one. you literally look like one but hates anyone who calls you a hamste-... wait what??" as you replied, you realised what he just said. "wait what was your last one?" soonyoung looked at you and repeated, "my last one is i love you."

before you could process it, soonyoung leaned in and smashed his lips on you. your cheeks turned red and your heart started beating so fast but you leaned in more to kiss him. he then slid his tongue in your mouth. you whimpered and pressed your body closer to him, unconsciously grinding against him. butterflies erupted in your stomach as you kept wanting more.

"soonyoung..." you whimpered. "y/n, may i..." he asked as he traced circles on your thighs. you nodded and he immediately laid you down on the carpet. making sure that you are in a comfortable position, he started undressing you and himself. as your hands explored his body, it ignited a trail of flame.

soonyoung in awe, whispered “you are so fucking beautiful. you don't know how long i've wanted you.”

“soonyoung, please i need you so bad" you whimpered as you outlined his chiseled abs. "baby, be patient let me take in your beauty first..” soonyoung left a trail of wet kisses down your body. every touch left goosebumps on your skin. as he licked your cunt, his lust-filled eyes locked with yours. soonyoung groaned lowly, leaving shivers down your spine.

“you’re so wet...” he growled. you tugged his hair harshly as he continued licking your cunt clean. “soonie please… your cock.. please fuck me” you begged.

soonyoung immediately ripped the condom packet he took from his bag and rolled it down on his cock, groaning softly. he slowly slid himself into you. “you’re so tight, so perfect for me.”

“soonyoung aahh, feels so good” you moaned as he started moving. you pulled him closer to you. he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

“baby, you’re so good for me. i love you so much” you locked your legs on his hips, pulling him even closer where your body molded as one with his.

“fuck, soonyoung faster...” soonyoung whispered sweet nothings into your ears as he caged you between his strong arms. he smirked as all he heard were your pretty cries of his name and the sounds of clapping echoing in the room.

“soonie, i’m close…” you cried out. "y/n, you feel so fucking good. cum for me please baby." soonyoung breathes out. your body arched as you reached your climax which was followed by him afterwards.

he slumped his body on you, catching his breath after riding out both your orgasms. you peppered kisses on his shoulder as you cuddled with him. it felt so comfortable feeling each other's warmth though your bodies were coated with sweat.

“soonyoung?” you called him.

“hmm?” he replies.

“i realised that i have always liked you i just did not want to believe it… on days when you don’t tease me, i yearn for you.” you confessed, face hiding in his neck feeling shy.

“y/n, i only tease you for your attention. i don’t mean whatever i say about you. you’re literally perfect. i love you y/n.” soonyoung mumbles softly as his face heats up.

“i love you too” you replied back pulling his face to you as you pecked his lips.

soonyoung cleaned and dressed both of you up afterwards. the two of you cuddled on the couch, waiting for your friends' arrival.

-- after 30 minutes --

“WE’RE HERE! i miss you so much y/n.” minseol shouted but her jaw dropped when she saw you and soonyoung cuddling on the couch. “FINALLY! i knew yall had something for each other hehe. okay guys pay up.” aeri demanded as she and seungkwan collected money from the other two.

you started telling minseol and aeri what happened as yall prepared for dinner. dokyeom assigned roles for everyone to speed up the process.

after dinner, you and soonyoung decided to sit at the porch and stargaze.

“wow the stars are so pretty…” you looked up and muttered.

“just like you” soonyoung looked at you and whispered. you blushed upon hearing his words.

“oh by the way, though i said i didn’t mean whatever i said about you, i do think you’re abit of a nerd…” soonyoung snickered.

“kwon soonyoung. stop it right now.” you curtly replied.

“i’m sorry baby but at least you’re my cute nerd.” he cuddled you as he replied.

warming each other up in the cold was the best thing ever of this trip.

"i love you soonie" you said softly, with a smile on your face.

"i love you too, my nerd." he whispered back as his voice was filled with deep emotions.

#hoshi smut #svt smut #svt hard hours #hoshi hard hours #hoshi fic #svt fic #kpopfics #kpop smut #svt imagines #svt hoshi #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung #soonyoung smut #soobinieee writes!

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syxoki · 13 hours ago

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𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 :3

(fem!reader)

Cw: fingering, edging, brat taming (duh), reader is kind of a bitch, dirty talk, ooc daisuke, softdom!daisuke,this is so cringe im sorry

Tags!!: @droltussy @whore-for-neuvillette 🫶🏼

You loved pissing off daisuke.

Because you knew that hes a patient man, and that hes head over heels for you. He never got really mad.

He mostly played it off, Hugging you and peppering you face with kisses so you would drop the act. Hes a gentle and patient boyfriend. Why would he get mad at you? Its no use, youre his pretty girl. He dont have to yell at you or argue. Even when you piss him off.

But like anyone, daisuke's patience have limits, and sometimes he snaps. And even if no, he wont yell at you or be mean, he'll edge you until dawn, make you cry out, being totally out of his usual gentle, vanilla and sweet guy act. Hes so mean, but not even with his words. Hes so mean with pleasing you, not letting you cum, refusing giving you his cock even if you whine for it.

He have to let you know that his patience inst infinite, and that trying to flirt with curly in front of his eyes will definitely make him snap. ☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆

"Cmon baby, i told you, you just have to apologize and i'll let you cum."

"Ng-nghh! But i dindt do anything wrong-"

"Alright. Just know that i dont like punishing you like that anymore than you. I know you like teasing me and pissing me off, but flirting with curly is a bit too far no? Dont you love me?"

He gently rub your clit with his thumb, two fingers gently thrusting into you, while his other hand pull your nipples, his lips gently kissing your temple.

"Dai! pleaseee let me come!"

"Not unless you apologize. Cmon baby, we both know you can do it."

You pout a bit, wiggling your hips against him, feeling his rock solid dick against your ass, his thumb teasingly hovering over your clit. Tears prickle at your eyes, youre so overstimulated, and you dindt even cum yet. You just want him balls deep inside you, not just his fingers teasing your pussy. You just want him to fuck you, dont you deserve it? Your hot boyfriend fucking your brain's out?

So you finally apologize.

"Msorry! Msorry daisuke! please let me come! Promise i wont do it again!"

A soft smile strech his lips, his fingers finally going all the way up, his thumb rubbing your clit roughly.

"Heres my girl, knew you could do it. It wasnt that hard was it?"

Your fingers tremble and grip at the wall, your legs shaking, panties at your ankles and your arousal dripping down his fingers while he gently kiss your neck, his fingers thrusting out and in.

"Gonna fuck you so good baby."And it all ended up with you squirting all over his fingers <3

#mouthwashing #mouthwashing game #indie games #daisuke mouthwashing #mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing smut #daisuke x reader #daisuke smut #daisuke juarez #smut

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calamarispiderart · 18 hours ago

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hello hello!!! random question before i get started on work haha

how do you come up with dialogue for ur hms comics? the back n forth of them feels so heavy and realistic. especially the casualness paired with the bleeding-brooding (alliteration for fun) violence makes everything just. hit. in a tragic and hopeless way imo. it’s so neat :0

i’ve been trying that kind of writing out a bit lately too. this is what i’ve managed with my iambic pentameter gang (hms but rain world iterator). MiND is being threatened by the rage pent up inside himself. and, strangely enough, it has the voice of HeART.

constructive feedback is welcome ^_^!

once again, hello hello! sending good wishes and all :]. i love ur work ^_^ 💛

oooo hmm... this isnt something ive ever really thought about trying to explain, thank you for the question! big fan of the posing in the piece youve added here btw, i like the alliteration in 'heliocentric heathen' B:•∆

honestly the way i go about writing them isnt something i feel i can put into words with a clear structure of process... often with my comics it starts with me simply having a vague idea of 'i want to make a comic today', and drawing what feels right to lead into it. the words typically link in with the actions as well - i usually draw something, draw the next thing, write a bit of dialogue, draw the next thing, write more dialogue.... not in that exact order but the words always feel to be a reaction to the actions and the actions are a reaction to the words (and/or, words and actions work in tandem). people rarely talk in a vacuum, especially when theyre having the conversation in person, so i find it helpful to see the actions as part of the dialogue and vice versa.

occasionally ive scripted out dialogue beforehand (always with actions included within the script.) but even with a script what actually is said needs to adjust with whats been drawn. when i dont write with a script (which is the norm), its often while im drawing the next frame that im thinking over whats being said. typically i just go over and over a sentence mentally, adjusting bits until it feels right, looking at it once its written on the page and adjusting it more if necessary.

perhaps a bit vague? apologies! i do have certain mental rules i try keep in mind for each of the threes characters while writing. 'how would heart respond, how would he word this? mind? i cant word it this way because i know he doesnt do this...' <subconscious questions and thoughts but they are important to keep in mind. i find it the most helpful to keep the core traits i personally see in them in mind, and let those traits kind of... guide what is said. if i think of how that collection of traits and facets would respond to something, the vague concept that creates can then go through the filters of dialogue traits i have in mind for them. ...ehhh, put more simply... 'what is the general response this character would have to this situation' and then 'how would they structure that response through words and/or actions?'.

i, being who i am, cccc being what it is, am somewhat naturally inclined to writing grim and bleeding-brooding (nice word) things. i also consider myself to be quite a grounded person, which i hope comes through in my work! however, natural inclinations aside, cccc itself is quite a bleeding-brooding album (at least it is to me). its one about depression and self hatred and it really doesnt pull many punches in that respect. or at least, thats my read on it! as a result, that becomes reflected in my interpretation of hms. however, id also note that cccc is silly at times, theres humor in it. all good grim things need a bit of levity to really make it feel Real... people joke in the worst of times, not just the best, and it really helps in writing serious things to have just a little bit of joke to it, even if its not immediately noticable... this is hard to really give examples of honestly but it is relevant i promise. im unsure if youve read much of my writing aside from my comics, but theres just a bit of absurdity and humor in both my cccc pieces that would make the writing feel sorely lacking without in my opinion. notable with how violent and tense both those pieces are.

lots of words now! hopefully helpful ones B:•] or at least interesting! ill try write out some of the core traits and details i keep in mind when writing hms so as to give better reference points to all my prior words:

heart: reactive, not instigative. he doesnt start fights, he finishes them. he also doesnt need an insane amount of prompting to get going... but he does need prompting. apathetic, a bit fanciful. hes depressed, and not in a cute way. he talks casually but he uses serious words. no point in simplifying his language - he wants to be taken seriously, and while he makes himself look small and weak at times he is Not weak and he is Not small. hes just as much of a wordsmith as the other two. he covers his mouth when he speaks sometimes, and he puts his hand over his chest... a bit defensive? muffling his own input, but notably he still speaks. lies by omission or by twisting facts - if full honesty helps his case, thats what he uses. if a white lie works better... i personally see him as a bit of a planner too. sometimes his reaction to things is built up to; it never comes out of nowhere, even if it may seem like it.

mind: instigative, less reactive. he still reacts to things but hes generally the one starting shit and hes honestly very bad at Not talking shit. uses contractions. <this is a small one but mind says 'dont' and 'cant' and i dont think ive ever heard him Not use contractions to any notable degree. kind of weak! hes proud of himself, very proud of himself, and even in the moments of the album where theyre getting along he cant drop his superiority complex. hes bad at making compromises that put him as the lesser one. hes also quick to point blame and to lie (even if hes a bit roundabout abt it). hes also not That smart - or at least, hes not any smarter than the other two. he Thinks hes smart and hes quite confident about that but that doesnt actually mean hes right lol. aggressive verbally, passive physically. hypocritical.

both of them tend to see soul as an afterthought, or as something to benefit from. note the 'something', not 'someone'. imo, they dont really see him as a valid living entity in the same way they see themselves. speaking of soul...

soul: hes difficult. hes a difficult and complicated guy. vague, fanciful, depressed, suicidal, tired... i personally see him as quite passive. both passive and active... hes violent, towards himself and towards the others. just as they dont see him as an individual, i believe hes too apathetic and burnt out to see them as individuals either. when he threatens to hang himself, thats a direct threat to the two if them as well - and it functions as one, seeing as they are all linked in that way! his suicidality isnt purely self destructive in the way it would be in other story contexts which i find important to remember. i see him as someone who sleeps a lot... and as someone who is treated more like a tool than anything else. but he is, simultaneously, idealistic. he hopes for the best and would do anything (Anything.) to try and achieve it. he wants things to Get Better or to Stop. most of the time when i write or draw him its within the 'Stopping is the only option to Get Better' stage of things. hes tired and he doesnt want to deal with things but he has to and he doesnt want to and hes at the end of his rope. honestly within the album he feels a bit like a ghost. hes granted a similar level of personhood as the shadow of what could be, which is both more and less than mind and heart get.... hes confusing! hea a difficult guy. honestly you can take a lot of my notes and thoughts on his character with a grain of salt because hes always been such a puzzle to me haha. i find him easiest to convey in art... OH yes one last thought/trait is hes a bit... arrogant? hes tired and hes careless. listen to me or fuck off and die. arrogant. what a guy.

ahaaha this kinda became me just rambling about my reads on the three but.. hopefully helpful!! this is all stuff i try keep in mind when im writing and drawing them. theres certainly nuances ive missed and things i havent worded as well as i could, but you get the idea i hope! all of that informs how i write them and... in a way they almost lead me through the piece.

also! this isnt something i often think about because its just a natural part of the process, but sometimes i end up scrapping stuff! entire paragraphs, panels and poses, because it hits a stasis where i cant find any way for one or the other to continue the interaction - theres a distinct difference between this and the interaction hitting its ending point. if ive written one person saying or doing something and none of the parties involved are able to respond in any way at all, thats a sign that ive conveyed their characters wrong and i need to go back. people *always* have a response to something, whether thats continuing the conversation or leaving or anything. if none of them can come up with a response that feels like them, ive messed up somewhere. dont be afraid to go back and rewrite things.

ummm yeah thats all i can think of to say now! thank you for the question, and thank you for the nice words!! B:•∆ im very happy my comics come off the way youve described, and very happy youve enjoyed my work enough to want to ask me about it!! means a lot to me B:•] your rainworld iterator hms concept sounds swag as hell, id just say to keep at it!! from what youve shown here youve already got a great start B:•∆ thank you again! hope you and anyone else reading this has a good week!

#calamarispeaks #ask #thewandererh #ahhh what the hell ill maintag this. kinda became a mild character study #chonny jash #cccc #i have Got to do more comics guyssss #im planning a comic for hms magical girls.... still need to flesh some things out but this is a rare scripted comic methinks #dont want to make it too big in my head tho or else i wont be happy with it hah #alsooo all of the writing abt hms traits is ultimately just my read on things!! as fallible as anyone elses B:•]#i think abt them a lot i reaaallly like these guys... heeheee

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he-goes-down · 3 days ago

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✮ Dreamer’s Ball ✮

(Julian Bashir x Elim Garak)

Star Trek Masterlist

Summary: (MY FIRST GARASHIR) Garak is getting slightly jealous that Bashir is spending more and more time with O’Brien. He’s afraid it will ruin his chances of getting into a beyond platonic relationship with him. (This is set in season 2) (mainly from Garak’s narrative) (Before ‘The Wire’)

A/n: Garak is so complex to write so im so sorry if he is mischaracterised , and Garak is like never jealous so this was EXTREMELY difficult to write. And writing this man pining and yearning is even harder.

~“If I can’t have you while I’m waking…”

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Garak sat at their usual table at The Replimat, holding his Tarkalean tea in hand. Watching as Julian comes down the promenade with a little bounce in his step, a buoyancy that seemed almost irritatingly effortless. The Chief next to him, looking slightly annoyed and sweatier than Julian.

'They were only playing racquet ball, not doing nefarious acts. The Chief has a wife.' Garak’s brain talks to itself. 'Having a wife hasn't stopped Gul Dukat before.' he rolls his eyes internally at himself. 'The Chief is not Gul Dukat.'

Julian pats Miles on the back as they part ways, and with that boyish smile. That damn smile that could charm a Borg into submission. Julian comes over to where Garak is sitting and waiting for him at The Replimat. That racquet ball outfit is a disgrace to fashion. But damn if he doesn't look good in it. Garak looks at him with the whites of his eyes showing and an undecipherable smile, watching as Julian sits down with a sigh in his chair. “You’re late.” Garak says with a lilt, schooling his expression into one of polite curiosity., though internally there is a flicker of something deeper. “Oh yes, apologies.” Julian responds like it’s no big deal, as he puts the serviette on his lap.

‘Tsk, what a child.’ The devil on his shoulder says. ‘Now, now that would be calling yourself old, and you are of perfect middle age for a Cardassian’ The other devil on his shoulder tries balancing out his rationale.

"The Chief wanted one more game with me and I couldn't resist." He says with that god damn goofy smile and nonchalance as he bites into his food. "Ah, how noble of you Doctor, and how did that go?" Garak says with some fake intrigue, but you can never tell with him. "Beat him. I mean you have to give him credit, he’s nothing if not stubborn." He says through a chew, smiling to himself thinking of Miles trying to beat him. A twitch in Garak's jaw as it tightens. "Yes, uh, indeed..." Garak trails off. Julian notices the slight change in his demeanour. Analysing how his eyes aren’t on him, how he looks off to the Promenade floor, his mouth covered by his clasped hands in front of him as his elbows are propped on the table. “Is something wrong Garak?” Julian asks putting down his sandwich. Garak snaps back into his practised persona in a flash. “My dear Doctor what would have ever given you that impression?” He leaned back in his chair with a gesture of casual ease. “I was merely occupied with the thought of how much work I have to catch up on in my shop, as a result of our delightfully extended lunch.” He says as he makes the excuse to leave. Standing up and pushing his chair back with an effortless fluidity. “Ehm, good day to you Doctor, and next time might I suggest that you arrange your sporting endeavours for after lunch. The smell of sweat is not the best when someone has appetite.” “Garak- “But it’s too late, the Cardassian is out of the Replimat, down the Promenade, and into his shop.

In the small sanctuary of his shop, the mask slips. Garak’s movements were quick, sharp, and imprecise as he folded a bolt of fabric with uncharacteristic clumsiness. His chest felt tight, his thoughts swirling in chaotic disarray. He reached for the next garment on the table… a pair of pants Julian had dropped off for hemming.

His grip tightened on the fabric. Why was he so... affected?

Jealousy. The word slithered into his mind, unwelcome and uninvited. No, no, not jealousy. Envy, perhaps. But Elim Garak did not get jealous. He prided himself on his control, his composure, his detachment. And yet here he was, his hands trembling as he clutched a pair of Julian’s pants to his chest like some lovesick fool. He could even rip it with ease if he gripped tighter. He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to release the garment and smooth the wrinkles he’d left.

“This is absurd,” he told himself. “He’s a colleague. An acquaintance. A... friend, at best.” The thought made him pause, his hands stilling.

Was that it? Was it the simple fact that Julian had friends? That he belonged here, on this station, among its people? No, it was more complex, Garak frankly didn’t have friends on the station. Only Julian, like a handsome (slightly annoying) pillar of warmth and light in this dreary cold station. The fact that Julian has other friends, where it seemed like he was more attached to them than him, that Julian cared more about them, or even the flicker of a thought that Julian would choose them over him. Garak would never ever admit it, not even to himself, but it hurt. he forced himself to refocus, meticulously folding the pants with the precision they deserved.

But even as he returned to his work, a single, treacherous thought lingered at the edge of his mind: Julian Bashir was not just a friend. He was something else entirely. Something that made Garak feel alive in a way he hadn’t felt in years. And that, more than anything, terrified him. Yes sure his first thoughts when seeing Julian was ‘wreck that twink’ but he never thought Julian would be the one wrecking him so emotionally.

For the next few days, Garak kept their lunches brief, making polite excuses. 'urgent commissions', intricate stitching that required his 'immediate attention'. Matters of tailoring so delicate they could not possibly wait. All lies, of course. Yet, being away from him did nothing to quell the wretched gnawing sensation in his gut. In fact being away from Julian it made it worse. He feels as if he's in the grip of dreadful withdrawal, his skin itching, hands twitching. His mind clouded with some form of restless agitation. At this point he’s wants to scratch himself until he's raw and bloody to quench something.

Damn him.

DAMN HIM!

Garak would go over to exaggerate that this was pure hell, or is it an exaggeration? It was absurd. Garak had endured exile, betrayal, the cold, calculating brutality of the Obsidian Order. He had withstood far worse torments than this, had inflicted far worse torments than this. And yet, Julian Bashir; smiling, oblivious, infuriating, Julian was undoing him in a way no torturer ever had.

Looking out of his shop on boring dreary days, hands clasped before him, watching from a discreet distance as Julian and O’Brien walked on the upper level of the promenade. The two men laughed as they made their way up to Quark’s, Julian leaning in, animated, his eyes bright with amusement. Garak’s fingers tightened around the fabric he was holding, scaled knuckles paling. He needed to correct this. He needed control. And, if nothing else, he needed to stake some sort of claim.

'You are Elim Garak', he reminded himself for the hundredth time. 'Not a lovesick and head filled with fairytale daydreamer. Get your head on right.'

Today, following the new routine, Garak is distracted. Disasociating and staring at a wall as he folds the same pair of pants. Unfold, fold, place down, pick up. But then..

“Garak!”

The voice was warm, familiar, and far too cheerful. It's like a bomb has been dropped in his shop and life upon realising who it is. He turned, his features smoothing into a smile so practiced it might as well have been stitched into his very skin. “Ah, Doctor,” he greeted, hands already returning to the meticulous arrangement of garments after quickly folding the pair of pants again. “What a delightful surprise so early in the morning. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Garak said as Julian stepped in further, smiling. "I was wondering if you'd like to join me in the holosuites tonight. Maybe grab dinner before the time?" The words rang in Garak's ears, delicious in their implications. He nearly allows himself with a moment of indulgence...

Julian against the wall of the the changing room... under him... wanting... as Garak ravaged and pounced on him-

Control Garak. Wine and dine him first

Instead, he tilted his head, allowing just enough intrigue to slip into his voice. “Oh? And what program, pray tell, will we be indulging in?" Garak smirked. “It’s one I created myself. Miles already tried it out." Julian beamed. That name. Miles. Not the Chief. A minuscule pause, an almost imperceptible flicker of irritation. They’re getting closer. Julian, oblivious to Garak’s momentary lapse, continued, “It’s set in an old Earth ballroom.” Garak’s smile returned, sharper now. “A ballroom?” A bit intrigued by the human word. “Yes, a grand hall for formal dancing,” Julian explained, his enthusiasm evident. “How delightfully quaint,” Garak mused, his interest piqued. Julian chuckled. “That’s actually why I came by, I was hoping you might lend me a suit. And, well… yourself.” The words dripped with innocence, but Garak felt them settle somewhere deep and predatory within him.

He inclined his head, lips curving into something unreadable. “A suit, of course. But as for my presence, and dancing skills Doctor… are you sure you can keep up?” Julian grinned. “You’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”

Oh, this would be fun indeed.

And yet, as Garak turned back to his work, smoothing down the silken fabric before him, one thought refused to be silenced.

Did Julian and O’Brien dance together already?

No. Preposterous.

The Chief had the grace of a drunken Targ. No, they preferred hacking at holographic warriors in ancient battle simulations, not waltzing under chandeliers. But still. Garak’s fingers brushed over the fabric, a slow, methodical movement.

Tonight, he would remind Julian just how much more stimulating certain company could be.

The hours pass tortuously for Garak, especially after he handed Julian the suit he wanted. But the time soon came, Garak was dressed to impress and ready for dinner. Walking into Quarks and scanning the area, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit. Then he spots Julian at a booth in the corner, in his own black tailored suit... It was an elegant cut, flattering yet practical, made of rich fabric that clung to him just enough to make Garak’s fingers itch. The doctor looked up as Garak approached, his expression warm, his boyish smile widening. “You clean up well,” Julian remarked, his gaze flicking over Garak’s attire. Matching suits. Garak clasped his hands behind his back, arching a ridged brow. “Doctor, you wound me. Did you truly expect anything less?” Julian chuckled, patting a spot for him too sit. “Fair point.”

As their dinner continues Garak leaned back in the booth, hands steepled beneath his chin as he observed Julian across the table. The doctor was in high spirits, gesturing animatedly as he spoke, his enthusiasm as intoxicating as the Kanar in Garak’s glass, almost, because Garak doesn't really enjoy the conversation topic. “So then I told him- no, Chief, you can’t just recalibrate the simulation to let you win-” Julian laughed, shaking his head. “Honestly, I think he enjoys losing. It gives him something to complain about.” He says, and Garak doesn't look up from his drink. “How very... Cardassian of him, for a human. A constant battle, even in leisure.” Garak hummed, swirling his drink lazily. Julian grinned. “Exactly! I knew you’d understand.”

Oh, Garak understood far too well. He understood competition, strategy, and, most of all, the art of knowing which battles to fight. Right now, the one waging within his own chest was of far greater concern. He had been prepared for an evening of playful verbal fencing, had anticipated their usual dynamic: Julian oblivious, Garak indulging in the game of inching closer without ever stepping over the line. But tonight was different. Tonight, Julian had asked him out, had leaned across the table with that easy smile and warm gaze, had dressed in one of his suits, fitted just a little too perfectly.

And it was affecting him.

Damn him.

Julian took a sip of his drink, brow furrowing slightly as he studied Garak. “You’re quiet tonight.” He says. “Am I?” Garak smiled. “Relatively speaking.”Julian gave him a look. “I suppose I’m merely... enjoying the view.” Garak let out a soft chuckle.

Julian’s lips parted slightly, an almost imperceptible pause before he laughed. “I knew you’d appreciate the dinner” “Oh, I appreciate much more than this mediocre meal, my dear Doctor.” Garak’s voice was silk, smooth and deliberate. He watched, keenly, as Julian’s throat bobbed with a swallow, as his fingers twitched ever so slightly against his glass. Interesting. Before Julian could respond, Quark came around with their second round of drinks, and the moment dissipated into the casual ease of conversation. The doctor spoke of medical journals and holonovel plots, of Cardassian literature he’d finally gotten around to reading (a scandalous romance, of all things. Garak made a note to investigate further).

But beneath it all, there was something different tonight, as it had been plaguing him for the past few weeks.

Garak had always prided himself on control, on knowing exactly how much to give and when to retreat. But here, now, with Julian sitting across from him, his laughter rich, his eyes bright, his fingers brushing absently against the tablecloth as he spoke. Garak found himself wanting. Not just in the way he often indulged; fleeting, physical, a curiosity satisfied and discarded. No, this was deeper, messier. He wanted Julian’s attention, his time, his closeness.

It was infuriating that Julian is so blissfully unaware of Garak’s internal crisis, finished the last bite of his meal and sighed contentedly. “That was fantastic. You always know what to order." Garak smirked in response. “It’s a refined skill. One must cultivate an appreciation for the finer things in life. Even if it is Quark's food." “Well, now that we’re properly indulged, shall we move on to the holosuite?” Julian grinned, Garak arched a brow. “Eager, are we?" Julian chuckled. “Let’s just say I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Garak’s lips curled slightly. 'Oh, my dear Doctor. You have no idea.' He thinks to himself.

The doors to the holosuite parted with a soft hiss, revealing a scene bathed in golden candlelight. The ballroom was vast, marble floors gleaming beneath their feet, chandeliers casting delicate patterns of light and shadow across gilded walls. An orchestra played softly in the distance, the waltz elegant, timeless. Julian gestured around them. “What do you think?” Beaming with a proud smile.

Garak took his time answering, letting his gaze drift over the simulated ballroom before settling back on Julian. “Impressive my dear Doctor,” he admitted. "You do have a penchant for romance, don’t you?” Julian rolled his eyes at Garak's comment. “It’s about the history, Garak. The elegance of it all.” “Oh, of course.” Garak’s voice dripped with amusement. “History? You mean a romanticized vision of old Earth, meticulously recreated. I can almost imagine a time when people lived like this, dancing beneath chandeliers, lost in some foolish, fleeting moment of elegance.”

“You say that like romance is a ridiculous notion.” Julian smirked. “Oh, not at all,” Garak countered smoothly. “I simply find it fascinating that humans cling to these ideals, believing them to be timeless.” He tilted his head. “Tell me, Doctor, do you truly think love is best expressed through coordinated footwork and formalwear?”

Julian laughed, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

“I do try.”

A silence settled between them—not uncomfortable, but weighted. Julian shifted, suddenly looking uncharacteristically hesitant. “So,” he began, “You do know how to dance, don’t you?” He asked with a slight cheekiness. Garak’s lips curved into something unreadable. “Doctor, I am Cardassian. We are nothing if not meticulous in our studies.” Garak held a hand out. Julian hesitated for only a fraction of a second before taking it. Garak fingers curling around Julian’s. The warmth of his skin was immediate, and for a fleeting moment, Garak despised the effect it had on him. His grip was firm, warm, steady. Julian positioned them effortlessly, one hand on Garak’s shoulder, the other still clasped in his own. Garak’s other hand settled lightly at Julian’s waist. The waltz swelled around them, the strings playing in a perfect, timeless rhythm.

“Follow my lead,” Julian instructed, confidence laced in his voice.

Garak chuckled. “Oh, Doctor. How very presumptuous of you.”

With a deliberate step, Garak reversed their roles in an instant, spinning Julian effortlessly into his hold. Julian let out a startled laugh, his free hand instinctively landing against Garak’s chest for balance. “You-!” Julian starts. “You assumed I would let you lead,” Garak murmured, his voice smooth as silk. “A dangerous assumption, Doctor.” Julian huffed but didn’t resist, letting Garak guide him through the sweeping movements of the waltz. Their steps aligned naturally, and to his credit, Julian kept up well. The doctor was light on his feet, his movements fluid. “I see why O’Brien didn’t join you,” Garak mused. “I imagine he’d have a much harder time keeping up.” He smirked mischievously and Julian groaned. “For the last time, Garak, Miles isn’t-” Garak twirled him, cutting him off mid-sentence, and Julian barely caught himself before stumbling, laughing as he did. “Careful, Doctor,” Garak teased. “I’d hate for you to fall at my feet.”

Julian rolled his eyes. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“Oh, immensely.”

The song continued, and their movements became more natural, more synchronized. Garak was acutely aware of the hand resting against his shoulder, of the steady rhythm of Julian’s breathing. He could feel the warmth of him, could smell the faintest trace of cologne, something clean and understated. Another sudden dip, Julian exhaled sharply but didn’t argue, but did huff out. Their movements quickly found their rhythm, their bodies aligning with the ebb and flow of the waltz. The room around them faded into insignificance—the towering columns, the painted ceiling, the simulated guests watching from the sidelines. None of it mattered.

Only this.

Julian was close... Closer than Garak had anticipated, his breath warm against Garak’s cheek, his heartbeat a steady pulse beneath the fabric of his shirt.

“So,” Julian murmured, his voice lower now, more thoughtful. “You’re actually good at this.”

“Surprised?”

“A little.” Julian’s lips twitched. “I figured you’d claim to be good at everything, but…” He let his hand drift slightly against Garak’s shoulder, fingers brushing along the intricate embroidery of his jacket. “This is different.” Julian said, and internally Garak panicked so he spun Julian away from him, twirling him once before pulling him back with precise, effortless control. Julian laughed, eyes bright, breathless. “Show-off,” he accused, grinning. Garak smirked. “Naturally.”

Garak studied him, the curve of his mouth, the way his eyes searched Garak’s face as if seeing something new. For a moment. One brief, impossible moment. Garak considered leaning in. The Kanar he had earlier making him go through with it, and some unstoppable force.

Just slightly.

Just enough.

He can't stop himself, he gently dips Julian with fluidity, leaning down. The wording narrowing to the space between them. Julian's eyes widen, and Garak's warm breath is against his cheek. "I always wanted to try... what do humans call it? Ah, a kiss..." In an impulsive uncharacteristic decision, Garak closes the distance. Without hesitation, without calculation, without control. Giving those sweet soft warm lips a kiss. Placing his on Julian's gently, but with harsh burning passion behind them that bled out from weeks of yearning and pining. But it didn't feel right... Julian was still, too still. Then he realised, he wasn't reciprocating. Garak pulled back, his eyes wider than normal. His pulse hammered. Pulling them into standing position again, but his hands still around Julians waist, as if he could fix whatever went wrong. Julian was staring at him, horror creeping onto his features, slowing like a consuming sickness. "Doctor- I-" He begins but Julian wipes his mouth in disgust and steps away from him. No, pushing him away. "What the hell-? What made you think that was a good idea!?" Julian looks at him with an anger and accusatory tone that Garak had never heard from him. Garak faltered in every way, and if you looked closely, his lip quivered. "My dear-"

"Don't 'dear' me. I could never love a Cardassian like you."

Those words, so harsh and blunt, it felt like a blast to the chest. A knife being plunged again and again with every thump of his heart. Everything starts to melt in Garak's mind. The environment twisted and blurred. The walls, the floor, Julian's face melting like wax. The music warped into something distant and hollow.

Garak gasped

The air left his lungs with a shuddering and panting exhale. His hand touched his face, over the ridges and scales of his face.

'Thank god... Just a dream... a horrible, horrible nightmare.'

Garak turns over to his side, seeking him. And there he was. His Julian. His husband, (husband of a few years since moving back to Cardassia), laying next to him, sleeping in those ridiculous blue pajamas. His hair salt and peppered, but he's handsome and boyish nonetheless. Garak instantly softened, wrapping an arm around him, bringing his back to his chest in a cuddle. His personal heater. Nuzzling into his neck and smelling his familiar and calming scent. His heart swelling with love and affection. Relaxing into his man's body heat and forgetting about the terrible dream. "Hm... You okay...?" Julian stirs and speaks groggily. "I'm fine my dear, just a bad dream." He places a kiss on Julians neck. Julian smiles with a soft sigh of contentment and backs into him in the cuddle, holding his hand. Lacing their fingers together. Perfection.

A calm silence, as Garak is trying to go back to sleep, is slightly interrupted by his lovers voice. "Garak." "Yes darling?" Garak peeks one eye open.

"Wake up."

In a bright flash the domestic scene is gone. The warmth vanished once again. The weight in his arms. Gone.

Lurching up, sitting pin straight in his bed, his chest heaving. The room too dark, too still, too quiet.

He was alone.

Deep Space Nine, his quarters, his empty, empty bed. Outside, the stars hung silent, distant. Indifferent to his grief. His fingers twitched, and before he could stop himself, he reached out...his palm smoothing over the sheets beside him, searching, aching... But of course, there was nothing. Just cold fabric.

For a moment, he simply sat there, staring at the space where Julian should be. He placed his hands in his lap, folding them neatly. And so he sat there, alone in the dark, waiting for sleep to take him.

And if it didn’t, well.

There were worse tortures than this.

Weren’t there?

He's not so sure anymore

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~”…I’ll go to sleep and dream I’m with you.”

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korkiekenobiconfirmed · 5 months ago

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say what you will about hotd, but you can't deny that the casting directors need the sloppiest of toppy for how routinely they DEVOURED

+ crossover bonus

#apologizing for the way i worded that (no im not)#hotd #house of the dragon #fire and blood #cregan stark #ned stark #lucerys velaryon #harwin strong #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #laena velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen #otto hightower #gwayne hightower

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hoshiina · 7 months ago

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pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

request: Hii im the anon who ask for the wips and i saw the blurbs you have. IM VERY MUCH HOOKED with the third ones where hoshina loves reader's smile🥹 relating to that maybe i would like to add(if you want, but feel free to do seperate if you want) soft moments with hoshina x reader who felt like she being the most pessimistic person regarding love(not anti but just felt like she doesn't deserve it) so she is on denial when hoshina make a move on her

notes: reader is usually rather energetic, talkative reader, hoshina thinks you are "beautiful" at some point, TYSM FOR THE REQ!! sorry it took so long omg

wc: 1300

Something was wrong— terribly wrong. There was no way someone would want you, let alone your vice-captain who could have anyone in the world. Not your vice-captain who did everything with such care and looked after everyone so preciously. And definitely never your vice-captain you were terribly in love with.

There must be some mistake. Or else he wouldn’t have just said what you thought he said.

“Pardon me?” you asked.

He looked a little flustered and you had never seen such an expression on him, confusing you further. “I love you,” he said again, softly. “I’d love to know if you’re in a relationship.”

The way he spoke so carefully added to how nervous it made you feel— it was so different from how he usually talked to you. Now, you were lost to say the least, because you couldn’t think of one reason why he would like you, let alone romantically. Under normal circumstances, you’d assume you were being played with or that this was a silly prank or dare, but you knew that Hoshina wasn’t one to do something so horrible. So what was happening?

“I am not…” you said, still confused, but the visible relief in his eyes made your heart tighten. Oh gosh, is he serious?

“I’m… thrilled,” he said, and he wished you goodnight and left. While you were terribly flustered to know he liked you back, there was a voice in your head that wouldn’t stop making you feel anxious. Something felt so odd to you— to be loved back. To be loved back by him. You enjoyed talking to people so you talked to him often, but never had you thought he'd think of you like that. Having a naturally talkative personality, it was true that both of you had fun talking to each other, but you had accepted that your love was unrequited ages ago. When would he have possibly fallen in love with you? The more you thought about it the more impossible it sounded. As thoughts of him circled your head, it’d be morning before you knew it.

It'd be hard for him to point out exactly when he fell in love with you, because he was in love before he knew it. Before he knew it, he'd catch himself following you with his eyes. He adored watching you work, because you made everything look exciting. Of course, he saw how you groaned at the paperwork you had to do, but he'd see how the little things would put a smile on your face.

He liked the work he did, he liked all of it quite frankly. From neutralizing kaiju all the way down to the research he had to do— rarely did he think something was a chore to do, but if you were around to laugh at something silly he found or mutter about the binders and binders of files that the 3rd division just doesn't have space for anymore, he'd start looking forward to these moments.

While he knew you were like this with everyone, he hoped that you were happiest with him. It would mean everything to him if you looked forward to doing seemingly mundane work with him too.

However, while he loved so much about you, there was one moment specifically that made him realize he wasn't moving on. His heart would be yours forever at this rate. You'd look so horribly tired after all this work, and yet, if someone needed help with anything at all, you'd still smile and ask them what's wrong. You'd find the energy and speak to them so kindly. You might not have the energy you usually had, but you'd be so happy to help. Even if they couldn't tell how exhausted you were, he could. He knew how much you did for everyone in the division, and he thought you were stunning when you did so. You were the most beautiful when you had that lovely smile on your face that seemed to light up his world.

He loved you so dearly.

You loved talking to people, so there always seemed to be something for you to talk about. A new finding you wanted to share or a terribly random thought that popped up in your head. While you naturally talked to most of the people in the division, you looked forward to talking to Hoshina the most. The way he'd always listen so intrigued at your dumbest thoughts and laugh at the smallest things you said meant more to you than one would probably think.

And if you shared your daily happenings with him, he'd share his with you too. To say you loved these moments would truly be an understatement. Nothing could possibly make you happier.

However, you knew he was like this with everyone. His laugh would always manage to keep the morale of the division up and he'd never miss potential problems in the condition of any of his officers. You knew he was a sweet person, but also the best one could ask for in a vice-captain. You weren't special— he was like this to everyone. You knew better than anyone else.

You couldn't imagine anyone falling for you, let alone the kindest person you'd ever meet in your life. Let alone the person you'd probably love for the rest of your life.

Yet, here you were, alone with him this afternoon working away through paperwork and it was quiet. Eerily quiet. He was the first to break the silence.

“I rather dislike the rain,” he said, looking out the window. “It’s been raining all day.”

You paused to look outside as well. “No, you’re right. I don’t mind the rain, but I hate how dark everything is.”

“Yeah,” he said. More silence.

“Sorry, I’m awkwardly nervous now,” he said, eyes fixed on his work. “I didn’t mean to make things… weird.”

You could tell he probably didn’t want you to, but you couldn’t help but look his way. Your eyes widened and your heart filled. You weren’t afraid to say much, but you were afraid to talk about this. However, you thought you’d be able to if you were talking to him.

“I just… can’t imagine that you’re… in love… with me,” you said, looking down at your paperwork. “Sounds too good to be true. I know... sounds unlike me, right?”

Immediately he looked up at you, shocked to say the least. You could tell he probably wanted to ask why, but he thought for a moment more.

“What… would I be able to do to show that I am?” he asked. “You’re the one I love… you always will be.”

Your eyes widened. “I just… don’t know why,” you said honestly. “Why me?”

“Because I love you,” he said. “I love a whole lot about you, but I love being with you. I enjoy spending time with you and watching you enjoy the life around you. Is that too simple?”

It took you a second to reply, but you felt a lot better. “No, not at all,” you said. “Because I feel exactly the same way.”

“You’re kidding”

“Absolutely not”

“I’m going to kill you if you’re lying,” he said.

That made you laugh. “You know I wouldn’t,” you said, and yes, he knew you wouldn’t.

“Hey, Hoshina,” you said, avoiding eye-contact. “If I get worried… will you tell me again?”

“I’d tell you until you get sick of my voice,” he said while getting up to kiss your forehead. “I love you so much.”

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solplease · 9 days ago

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here's something no one asked for, my ocs when they were a bit younger! :] (more like how they were in highschool lmfao) ((not aster tho sorry my king. u did not have a highschool.))

as always, close ups and more info under the cut!! OH and i put an updated relationship chart at the very end!! it's in writing this time because i thought that would be easier (it's long.) </3 i am so sorry in advance there's a lot under this HAHA

lune:

lune was a little shit, he's very rebellious now but he was even more rebellious when he was a teenager lmfao

he would CONSTANTLY get into fights, anyone that pissed him off he did not hesitate to attack

his relationship with his parents was already bad but it quickly deteriorated at this point in time

he was relatively popular in school but uh, everyone stayed away from him or tried to be on his good side because... well yk! didn't wanna get attacked..?

also people thought he was annoying but hey at least he was good looking!

he did not know he was popular btw. like at all, no idea, still doesn't know

his grades were like... okay, not great, but not bad, and he would skip class a lot... dumbass

his nails were constantly painted different colours bc cecilia would do them often, he was also never seen without a bracelet on his right wrist

huge troublemaker (some things never change!)

he hasn't really changed since then lmao

cecilia:

she was a bit more reserved back in highschool, still nice and friendly but she had a hard time approaching others because she was nervous (and others found her a bit intimidating cause she didn't smile much) ((and she's related to lune and that guy was known for being crazy))

her and lune were known as "those rich twins"

was constantly stressing over lune because of how much he got in trouble it's not like their parents would do anything about it.

kept her hair long and undyed! she liked doing different things with her hair and would try out diffy styles a lot of the time

she liked having long hair, and randomly cut it off impulsively lmfao (3 am on a school night, she couldn't sleep and was like ok why not)

good student, wasn't always at school but she was doing well

hated going to school, couldn't tell you why, just hated it

she was really awkward as a teen, but she was trying her best

always had bracelets on, if you saw her she had a bunch on her left hand, and then just one on her right.

always had her nails done (she did them herself ^^)

would always carry a few hair ties on her in case any one needed to tie their hair

one time she tried to be cool and approached a girl who didn't have a hair tie and just dropped it in her hands and walked away (she then walked out of class bc she felt embarrassed)

she tried out a lot of different clothing styles

nox:

so, he still had a shitty sleep schedule!

hard to find, he was always somewhere, no one knew where tho

good student, did not give two shits about school though

not very memorable? he was quiet and would leave as soon as he could

every time there was a group project he would ask the teacher to work alone

didn't have any friends.

his classmates were kinda scared of him lol

would braid his hair a lot

had blue on him at all times, there will ALWAYS be blue in his outfits, whether it’s the shirt, pants, or a hair tie, he always had SOMETHING blue on him (this applies now too)

no one really knew much about him, and he liked keeping it that way

fuckass edgelord (kinda)

he was always like 5 minutes late to his first class (there was a cat that would wander around in front of the school and... he couldn't resist)

he would go see that cat every day btw. before and after school, he would also go eat lunch outside so he could see the cat (and he always brought something for it too!)

loser

cassian:

very social! had a lot of friends and was very outgoing

always doodling in class

he was rather popular! and well i guess some people didn't like that

he was known as the rich kid but people were always giving him things because he was super sweet HAHA

a really bright and helpful guy

he was usually seen with a smile on his face

it's a shame how things turned out, hm?

he would bring his shoujo manga to class and just read that (he was always sitting at the back of the classroom bc he was tall so the teachers didn't really pay attention to what he was doing)

and in the rare chance his teachers saw him doing something other than classwork they would mostly let it slide, he's a good kid, so it's fine (favouritism.)

lowkey the typical popular shoujo manga male lead (wow! just like he wanted!)

really good student too, always on top of his stuff

he had these sword earrings that he really liked, he used to wear them a lot!

always wore darker and muted colours, and liked more comfortable clothing

no one said anything but they really missed him after he left, maybe if someone helped him, things would've been different

rowan:

was completely different when he was younger

always angry, or sad, no one really knew what he looked like when he smiled

no one knew what was going on with him

but he was quiet, and didn't talk to many people, he wasn't a mean or scary kid, but people were still intimidated by him

his hair was longer and uneven, it looked like he had cut random bits and pieces

he was smart but wasn't doing so well in school

it always looked like something was stressing him out

he would stay behind after school

tense and uneasy most of the time

hair super healthy tho LMFAO (his mom would oil his hair regularly!)

he was completely different around his mom though, his source of comfort

if anyone from highschool saw him now they'd think he was a completely different person (in terms of personality, since he looks... pretty much the same)

although, in the last few months of highschool, his demeanor had changed for the better, he didn't smile much still but he looked a lot more relaxed and calm

aster: (his stuff is different because he didn't have school in his world lmfao. but here's how he was as a teenager and some other info about him!)

his hair was reallyyyyyyy long when he was still in his world (you end up cutting his hair when he came here lmfao)

he was really lonely because he was the only elf in his world and he had no company whatsoever

he ended up collecting a lot of things because he would wander around a LOT

dora the explorer has nothing on him bro

he was (and is) very curious about things, he really likes to learn

he somehow learned how to braid his own hair, would spend a lot of time doing that when he was bored

he has a horrible sense of fashion, you took him shopping once and he picked out the worst fucking outfits in existence, you're basically his personal stylist cause what the hell

he likes when you dress him up though teehee

he originally saw you in a mirror he found when wandering in the forest

he became really really curious about you and accidentally yanked you to him

he was confused but really happy

blah blah blah you end up living together, we all know the story! (if you don't, you suggested he followed you because you felt bad for him cause he was PAINFULLY lonely)

you took it upon yourself to cut his hair because it was REALLY long when you first met him, he likes having his hair long though, mourned the loss of his two front strands (he will be growing them back.)

he didn't talk to you for a few days after you cut his hair for the first time, wasn't your fault... you accidentally cut off one of the front strands and had to cut the other off to make it even

fun fact about him, his eyes glow in the dark, it can be scary at times.

oh and his ears are expressive, dunno how that works but it does! and he also never goes a day without wearing earrings! he prefers the ones he came with but doesn't mind wearing whatever as long as he has earrings haha

now for the updated relationship chart! (this whole post has been about them from a few years ago but this is their current relationships with each other!)

ROWAN -> LUNE: he’s a weirdo but i’m glad we’re friends, i can handle his craziness more than most people… probably, i’d say he’s like a brother to me, but at the same time i’d probably lose my mind if he was my brother. no idea how cecilia does it

LUNE -> ROWAN: somehow he’s gotten used to me, he’s not so bad, i guess i’d call him a friend

ROWAN -> CECILIA: she’s like a little sister to me! cute! we’re good friends :] i met her through lune, they’re close! we’re like siblings the three of us

CECILIA -> ROWAN: reliable and nice! i wonder how he’s friends with lune. also. we’re the same age?? he’s real sweet tho, and he’s kind of like a big dog? haha

ROWAN -> NOX: who? :D

NOX -> ROWAN: i’ve seen him before (around the twins) he’s close to cecilia and that other guy who she's unfortunately related to

LUNE -> CECILIA: my little sister <3 we are best buddies, i’d do anything for her, she was there with me in our hardest moments, i wouldn’t let anyone hurt her, and she wouldn’t let anyone hurt me, one of the only people i’ll listen to lmao (she’s kinda scary when she’s mad at me but it’s also kinda funny?) i like bothering her but she might kill me one day though. she hides herself a lot, i don’t know why, it’s always been like this. i wonder if it’s because of me..?

CECILIA -> LUNE: dawg you’re like two minutes older than me (won’t deny the best buddies comment) he’s a really good brother though… but tough to deal with, he’s always causing some sort of trouble, but uh, well. anyway, we’re basically best friends… his words, not mine (she’s lying) he’s crazy but he’s not a bad person..? <- would defend him with her life. he’s an interesting fella that’s for sure, i’ve known him my whole life but there’s always something new with him lmfao. sometimes he comes into my room to knock something over and then he leaves, what an odd guy.

LUNE -> NOX: cocky asshole. so annoying. go to hell already. and stay away from my sister, i don't want you plaguing her with your presence.

NOX -> LUNE: fuck you insane bastard, go die.

CECILIA -> NOX: he’s pretty sweet (??????) we’re really great friends! i didn't think we would become such good friends tbh, he didn't seem to be the social type, and i'm not very social either haha... we're pretty similar i think! i can't remember who approached who first but that's fine. also, this guy has one of the worst damn sleep schedules known to man, i worry for that man. also, him and lune hate each other, no idea why.

NOX -> CECILIA: she's a close friend, i don't usually like making friends cause they end up thinking i'm weird, i don't really care about that but... i'll admit, it's nice to have a friend. she acts really differently in front of other people than she does with me, i don't think she's realized though? it's like having a cat open up to you haha, so i won't say anything. i hate her brother though, pretentious dickhead.

CASSIAN -> CECILIA: we were kids when i met her and her brother? she’s nice… and a lot like me… we still talk, she’s a good friend, thanks for keeping me company… and thanks for not asking me too many questions either

CECILIA -> CASSIAN: oh! cass is a childhood friend! we met at some event, he’s changed a lot since then, but i guess we’re more alike now? he doesn’t come out of his house much anymore, but we still text often. sometimes i see him online really late... bro... please get some sleep.... anyway, i never got to know what happened with him, and he doesn't like talking about it either, i won't pry though, because i understand.

CASSIAN -> LUNE: he’s scary, but i guess he’s not that bad..? i talk to him too, we’re not the closest, but he’s still a friend, i text him sometimes, he’s crazier than before, he was fun to hang out with when we were young, not that i don't like him anymore, he's definitely... special

LUNE -> CASSIAN: i don’t know what happened to him, but he doesn’t leave the house anymore, he’s not bad. he texts sometimes, i don’t know why because i think he’s scared of me, no idea why tho (???) i guess he’s a childhood friend? him, ceci, and i used to hang out before… well yeah, still don't know what went down

CASSIAN -> NOX: oh… i’ve never met him. cecilia’s told me about him before, lune’s mentioned him once, they have really different opinions about him

NOX -> CASSIAN: no clue, cecilia’s mentioned him before, i think he’s friends with her and… the other one.

CASSIAN -> ROWAN: another one of lune and cecilia’s friends i think? they sure are popular. (even lune???) i dont know anything about him though

ROWAN -> CASSIAN: no idea who this guy is!

ASTER: ??? :’D

#num draws #aster posting #cassian posting #cecilia posting #lune posting #nox posting #rowan posting #yanderes #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere male #still not tagging female yandere bc im still unsure. loser. (me i mean)#oc art #digital art #yandere #original character #good lord i fucking yapped for forever.#also i feel like i said a lot of confusing shit so apologies lmfao #and im forgetting half of the stuff i wanted to write so i might add to this later </3 #btw i thought the wording was confusing so im clarifying. with nox n ceci. i meant that cecilia doesn't realize that she's acting like her #real self with nox. but he's noticed cause he's just silly like that or whatever #the besties fr #i spent at least two hours trying to do all the writing for this post. not to mention that the drawings took 13 hours. i had fun tho lmfao #literally no one asked for this but me. and this is my blog so im gonna do as i please /lh /hj #wont lie i was drawing some of these and i liked these better than their current designs but that's probably bc i liked the way i drew it #...will admit i like aster's hair here more than i do normally so uh. yeah!#also rowan looks wonky as hell im sorry.#anyway if this was confusing and you have questions please feel free to ask i dont mind clearing things up </3 #i know it's a lot of yapping im so so sorry </3

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extravagav · 9 months ago

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AND WE JUST DONT TALK ABOUT THIS?!?!?!!????

#THIS IS LITERALLY LITERAAALLLYYY THE BIGGEST FORM OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT SUGISHITA COULD HAVE #NOT ONLY IS HE DOING WHATS BEST FOR UMEMIYA BUT HES PUTTING HIS TRUST IN SAKURA TO HELP HIM #AND OH IM SO UNWELL #HIS BODY IS PHYSICALLY REACTING TO HIM MAKING THIS DECISION IM JUST #IM SO PROUD #and then sakura acknowledging all of this too i just love them sm #they really have one of the best dynamics 😭😭😭#wind breaker #kyotaro sugishita #sakura haruka #wind breaker spoilers #wind breaker manga spoilers #ok nvm im still talking bc the second image literally gets me everytime i look at it #first off the way they drew sakura in that scene in the first place is just so beautiful thats the only word i can think for it rn 😭😭😭😭#second seeing this scene from sugishitas perspective and then learning later that the reason he has this reaction was because he thought-#-sakura looked cool and hes never thought that about anyone before just really gives us so much more for their relationship #specially how sugishita acts towards him 😭😭#add that onto what umemiya says to him (which i couldnt include in this post </3) about how hes never really shown emotion to anyone-#-till sakura showed up then it gives us an even BETTER understanding of why sugishita acts the way he does around sakura #my brain is so frazzled by the sun today and words are not coming to me easily so apologies if none of this makes any sense 😭😭😭#ill revisit it another time anyway #also the way they describe all of this really makes it sound like he has a lil crush and its so sweet 😭😭😭😭😭😭

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xx-projectsekai-au-concepts-xx · 3 months ago

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Any Leader AU concepts with a bit of polyleaders sprinkled in

(Ichika, Minori, Kohane, Tsukasa, Kanade)

Leader AU concept? With a sprinkle of PolyLeaders? Got it!

Sorry this took a while. I struggled to come up with something interesting that I liked, and then when I did think of something, I struggled to figure out how exactly to word my thoughts. And this definitely isn't the most well worded au concept, but fuck it, this is as good as it's gonna get, lol. Enjoy!

A unit swap/unit shuffle au, where the five group leaders are the leaders of different units.

Ichika Hoshino, after losing touch with her childhood friends, ends up forming a mysterious online music group who all operate at 25:00.

Minori Hanasato, while walking home after another failed interview, is pulled off the street by a girl she doesn't know and convinced to be part of her theater troupe.

Kohane Azusawa, in an unforeseen sequence of events, finds herself training alongside three ex-idols after convincing them not to give up on their dreams.

Tsukasa Tenma, setting aside his previous desire for stardom, instead aims to help his sister and her two childhood friends achieve their dream of becoming a band.

Kanade Yoisaki, who'd given up on music after her father fell ill, wanders into a café on Vivid Street and is enamored by the girl she sees singing there.

How would their different friend groups and circumstances affect them? How would they affect the people in their groups? How would their relationships with those around them (and each other *wink wink nudge nudge*) be the same or different from in canon? That's for you to decide! :D

And for a little extra spice, what if the canon versions of the five leaders were inexplicably transported to this alternate reality in place of their counterparts? And now they all need to work together to find a way back to their reality (and maybe they grow closer in the process, teehee)? I think that would be a fun plot to play around with.

(does any of this make sense? Idk if this makes sense, I'm really sorry if it doesn't.)

#hopefully this makes sense #words are actually the bane of my existence #and trying to explain my thoughts and ideas in a way that others will understand is my own personal hell and often a losing battle #so my apologies if you have absolutely no idea what im going on about #i am barely monolingual please forgive me #thank you for the ask!#project sekai #pjsk #pjsk au #au idea #ichika hoshino #minori hanasato #kohane azusawa #tsukasa tenma #kanade yoisaki #polyleaders #request #rayne's au ideas

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supahstarrr · 6 months ago

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so i was just thinking about whit's behavior in chapter two; he's trying to be so secretive about david's secret to the point of disrupting the flow of trying to survive in a life or death situation. this behavior from him is likely an extension of his behavior in chapter one, where he tried to keep the reason behind charles behavior and the interactions between the two of them a secret as much as possible.

what motivated the secrecy was him being emotionally aware about trauma; how trauma is such an intimate and personal thing. so here in chapter two, could this flaw be in root of him being emotionally aware of how mentally (and life) damaging it could be on david's life if his career, which largely financially supports his life, is suddenly tarnished?

he values privacy so much to the point it becomes a flaw. the root of this flaw is his emotional maturity and awareness towards other people (i can't word this in a way that also acknowledges his awkwardness with dealing with people). and then i think about his relationship with romance, commitment, detachment and his career. the reason he is an ultimate at what he does is because of his heightened awareness towards the emotional aspects behind romance. his patience and consideration of others suggests emotional awareness.

yet despite how serious and aware he is about romance, him flirting as a joke—thus burying down how prudish he actually is (confirmed by drdt dev)—suggests he attempts at somewhat detaching himself from the concept of romance by treating romance as a joke when it's applied to him and his interactions with others. in other words, this behavior can show you're not putting your full commitment when it comes to romance. hinted by treating your romantic words lightly to detach them from romance.

that trait isn't always an immediate deep thing, but what makes it deep for him is that this is an extension of him constantly joking about serious things in general, thus expressing detachment from dealing with the weight of an impactful situation. as he is aware of the impact about romance, this means he is aware of the commitment—and responsibility, which connects with commitment—that intertwines with romance (the commitment can be vary to little or a lot).

so in a way, it appears he has some sense of aversion about commitment and responsibility that he is very aware of. he acknowledges the responsibility with revealing other people's secrets, so he avoids that, even if it means hes heightening up the risk of a deadly situation by being secretive. in fact this interests me because i can take it far and say this aversion of his could very much be linked to his mother's death and neglectful childhood.

i dont want to say too much tho so i wont go on about how. if anyone does want to hear more thoughts then ask me. anyways any other people who analyze characters way more better than i do/get his character way more than me PLEASEE talk to me what do we think .. i usually dont trust myself with deeper thoughts on characters so im just gonna say this is more like an interpretation than a serious analysis

#whit young #drdt #danganronpa despair time #(im going to be bold and use the main tags...)#i was also very unsure how to word his relationship with romance while also acknowledging that romance is very varied & complex #romance doesnt have a strict standard. it doesnt “have” to be serious. romance can be many things at once #so i apologize if i (in a way) am taking away the complexity of romance away with my wording!#(if anyone has issues with my wording then feel free to say so!)#can this even be considered an analysis. did i accidentally make an analysis...?#whit young is so interesting to me so i want to be dissect him so much- especially in a way thats accurate #other fans can gladly chat with me on this. i dont mind other interpretations in fact i dont mind if you disagree with me #if you disagree (or agree) then you can say why in reblogs or replies :)!#you can even admit if im thinking too much on this lol bc maybe i am who knows (i dont know)#drdt thoughts #sunny's thoughts

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metanarrates · 2 years ago

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even the most "innocent" child abuse victim inherently condemns society by their very existence & this is why there is such a strong effort to sideline or discredit victims of child abuse. like genuinely if you were to tackle the full reality of child abuse you would have to confront that our society is founded upon child abuse, and that would require us to break society at its very root. an abused child is a condemnation of the nuclear family model, of the education system, of the notion that children do not deserve rights, of almost every system that exists and that is why their existence is rarely examined in the mainstream. easier to not believe how widespread child abuse is. easier to pick apart individual victims. and ultimately it's easier to believe their abusers were isolated aberrations rather than individuals given insane power over their victims by the system and chose to wield it in ways that are largely condoned by that system.

and that societal sidelining largely happens even FOR victims who appear to fit the most unproblematic model of a child abuse victim. god help you if you aren't palatable or easily "reintegrated" into the existing structure after leaving your abuser lmao

#child abuse #abuse #ask to tag #was discussing this with friends earlier and i wanted to put my thoughts into words a bit #obviously this is true of all victims of abuse. but the idea of child abuse is unconscionable to most even if other forms of abuse aren't #relatively easy for an abuse apologist to argue that an adult deserved their abuse and go unchallenged. a bit harder to do with children #people still do it and the tactics of abuse apologism are similar across the board. but its harder when its kids #which is why they get sidelined. again true of all abuse victims.#im just speaking to a phenomenon i notice in the way that child abuse is specifically spoken about and treated

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st4rstudent · 24 days ago

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i feel somewhat responsible for this, even if i’m not the one saying these things. I’m genuinely so sorry.

No need to apologize! It's not one singular person doing it and truth be told I don't think it's a large majority that thinks that (albeit the ones that do are quite vocal). I didn't mean to upset anyone or anything when complaining about it, I was just letting off some steam.

Having a yap session under the cut sorry I feel like rambling under your ask anon.

Admittedly, I do think there are reasonings for people thinking this way. A lot of the focus with Clash has been on the cogs, especially after the 1.3 update. Which I can't say I blame them! Managers were something new and exciting and (from what I can tell) really separated them from the other servers. I don't blame them for wanting to put focus on that because that was their thing. Alongside other things, but majorly when you hear Clash the managers are mentioned in someway shape or form. But as we all know, toons ended up taking the short stick from this. This isn't helped by the gameplay itself, being mainly a fetch-quest deal so you often only talk to npcs once or twice unless if they're repeated ones and the taskline wasn't entirely accessible on the wiki for a while (shoutout to the wiki maintainers. The taskline script is a savior). Which I'm quite excited to see if they deal with this issue with the rewrite. I imagine they will, but anyways. Social media posts would often contain more managers than toons, which I also believe they're starting to fix. And ontop of this, I believe most of the team in the early era of the sever is gone, so there's been some stuff lost in the change. So yeah, dialogue/writing has been kind of rocky. AGAIN- I am completely aware of the rewrite going on and I am not judging them harshly based off of their current state. I'm very appreciative of the fact that they took the time to listen and are focusing on trying to fix it up. And then there's also fandom mischaracterization- especially of the cogs. Forgive me for mentioning mischaracterization because normally I wouldn't really care (I've mischaracterized characters before..especially in my younger years. I think it's just a process of learning an having fun and I hate to limit anyone because of it). With that being said, there's a lot of baby-fying and coddling of the managers. Especially with those who have more 'sympathetic' stories (Misty, Chip, Winston specifically). Don't get me wrong, I like these characters and I can appreciate the story they're trying to tell, but I feel like so many people will hear their dialogue and then misplace their anger. People get mad at Bessie for trying to protect HER lighthouse or at the Elders for trying to keep YOTT safe (lets not forget Winston was there to brainwash toons). Yes, yes technically there would've been better ways to do it but consider this: The toons are scared. Their homes, stores, lives are being taken over by a big corporation that has more resources that they do. They don't have the privilege of waiting, seeing, and gathering. And then people forget that the company has such a huge role in both toons and cogs lives. If you're mad over the mistreatment of Misty or the fact that Winston is still in the dungeon, your anger should be directed at the company who doesn't care. I may be completely wrong in saying this, but I feel like the stories with almost all of the managers is a reflection of the company. The toons are only trying to protect themself and their environments and yet this seems to go forgotten when people start bashing them. And of course, I'd consider myself a toon guy so me saying all this and complaining may come off as "I HATE the cogs and everyone who posts only about them!" and for clarification that's not true. You all know how much I like that little brain thing. The cogs are interesting, their designs are fun, I don't blame people for liking them because I do too. I just wish that the thought process behind so many of these discussions wasn't so cog focused because I believe that this anger at the toons for, RIGHTFULLY, defending themselves helps push this mischaracterization of them as a whole. That they're mean, boring, unlikeable while the opposite is true. Yes there are some, what I'd consider, "filler" dialogue from the shopkeepers. This is just because of the gameplay. But there are some funny and cute moments with them if people would just listen and read.

Which also brings me into another point: people skip the dialogue. I've caught myself doing this before (on my first account. I have 4 accounts total, so I reread the dialogue on like 3 of them). But people will complain about lack of toon personalities while doing this. It's like reading through a comic book, only looking at the drawings, and then complaining because there "isn't a storyline". Luckily, there's been efforts to keep track of the dialogue on the wiki but I doubt a lot of people are going through and reading the entire script. It just feels very disingenuous to criticize the dialogue when you haven't even read it. Likewise, people don't seem to read the blogposts either. This is both from a dialogue aspect and from an update aspect (people continuously asking about hammerspace/mix-and-match under unrelated posts).

#clemask #clemramble #I think I hit some sort of word limit because it wont let me add anymore so im continuing in tags #It kind of feels like people want the toon resistance to be the perfect victim and then get mad when they act accordingly #Fear. Nervousness. Sadness. Helplessness. Anger. etc etc are all valid reactions to their situation #Not every toon needs to be heroic and whimsical. they're scared. their situation is scary if you think about it #they're at the risk of losing their environment and homes.#Obviously the cogs also have their own issues but I always see this brought up when talking about them but the same context #isnt given to the toons when thinking about their characters and communities as a whole #It's kind of weird to me because I feel like even pre-rewrite I know that I can still understand them and justify their actions #and yet people act like clashes (pre rewrite) writing is justifying the cogs when in reality its not #its just showing that cog society (reflection of workplace enviroment) has its own issues. i never saw it as a justification #even with misty. like I never once hated bessie? my opinion of her never changed even after mistys dialogue #bessie did what she had to do because she was scared and wanted to protect herself and others.#id do something similar if a cog (known for taking over towns) suddenly came up to me #PLUS bessie leaves misty alone afterwards. ppl act like she took a shotgun and shot misty dead and it makes me laugh #ANYWAYS SORRY ANON. NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE.#realistically if youre not saying it then i doubt youre contributing #I would say “i wasnt mad” or anything but to be completely transparent with you guys i was Not-Happy when writing that one post #but it's not directed at any single person but rather the idea itself. I'm sure after the rewrite people will chill out #ITS NEVER THIS SERIOUS im beefing over characters named pretty princess sparkles. im aware of how silly this all sounds ok #the clash fandom isnt the only instance of this. ive seen stuff like this in sw before so like. I know this isnt an uncommon thing either #normally id just keep this on a priv or between friends but something kinda snapped yesterday #i think its bc I just KEEP seeing posts like it with those “hot take” posts or whatever and ppl are always so mean about it #i also think some ppl just already dont like toons and look for every. little. thing. to go after them for #like the “youve been drafted line” i refuse to believe people took that line 100% seriously #or maybe this is all wrong and im just a huge toon fan. and in that case i will die on this hill #you will have to pry them out of my cold dead hands before you catch me genuinely bashing them #ok thats clems giant critques and complaints out of the way

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