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triple n: RIP kang della

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well.......

contains: fivesome. really rough (choking, slapping, etc.), DELLA HAS AN IUD!!, della getting absolutely manhandled, her hands gets restrained for a bit, BUT THEN THERE IS A BIT OF DOM!DELLA ACTION, double penetration (as in anal), tiiiiiny bit of breeding kink, kitten as a nickname kink, daddy kink (sorry guys lol ik i said i wouldn't but i can't help it), i also said that they're never goofy during sex but we have the 02z in one session y'all— it's bound to get a little silly, LONGEST FIC I'VE WRITTEN (7.3k WORDS), longest + most detailed + most insane smut i've ever written omg i dont think i will EVER top this

happy belated anniversary my darlings 🤍 happy two years to della and her men (and alice) ✨

AND HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO ENHA'S (5/8) LOSS IN NNN! this chapter takes place on midnight 2022/11/11 (so i kinda thought that was today bcs dumbo self messed up the dates so i'm one day late but it's all good)

hi guys! i missed you! i will try to reply to asks soon! i'm so sorry for disappearing again, life has been rough and moving too fast 😭 DID NOT PROOFREAD BECAUSE I AM EMBARRASSED

Kang Della is going to die tonight.

While not literally, she was definitely going to be reborn as a new woman.

"Lala, stop praying. You're not actually gonna die," Sunoo said, more interested in his phone than his overreacting girlfriend. "You're gonna have so much fun, and we have the day off tomorrow. It'll be great."

"Sunoo shut up and help me pray," Della herself was already dressed, cleaned up and ready to head out.

But certainly not ready to meet the hyuppas.

"Why are we even praying when you're going to be doing something so sinful?"

There were three possible outcomes from tonight; One, the hyuppas being so annoyed that they prefer to ignore her for a bit. Though that is just her anxiety talking.

Two, they would take turns with her for four days straight. Which also means that she would have a limp and some back pain for a week or so.

Or three, they would all have their way with her, at the same time.

And the last option seems to be the most likely.

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"Oh, hi! Oppa! Really funny seeing you here but Sunghoon-oppa asked for beer, so here—" Jake immediately pulled Della into his room before she could escape from what was coming.

"You're in massive trouble, young lady," the girl would've laughed if the situation wasn't as serious. Who actually says that sentence in real life? Sim Jaeyun, apparently.

"Oh, wow! All the hyuppas are here!" Della laughed nervously. "Seems like you guys are preparing to have a celebration together! Wouldn't want boring 'ole Della making things all boring!"

The stern look on all four men made Della withdraw into herself. She avoided eye contact by playing with her nails, mentally preparing herself for the scolding.

"Kang Della, sit down," Heeseung ordered, gesturing the couch with his eyebrows.

"Ah.. I really need to my room though, Yunji-unnie's waiting for me," Della hopes that she could somehow avoid the earful, though it is looking very improbable. "So I'm just here to hand over the beer and—" she gasped when Jay slowly took her hands and held them behind her back like a criminal.

"Do you know how hard it was to wait for you?" he said in a low tone. "The only reason why we did this stupid challenge was because of you."

Jay's deep voice caused Della's skin to erupt in goosebumps. She bit her lip as her heart started pumping faster. She tried to look into his eyes but quickly adverted her gaze when she saw how handsome he looked with his expression. She could feel herself getting wet again.

"The fucking audacity you had to lose to someone who wasn't even a part of this bullshit of a challenge," Sunghoon walked over and held her face with both hands. He noticed a familiar scent within the proximity. "You've been fucking drinking too. You did a lot with Sunoo, huh?"

She had forgotten about the alcohol in her system, now understanding why her brain seems so hazy. She barely drank anything, but she is a major lightweight. The drink Sunoo gave her, mixed with the lack of sexual attention (and undeniably, Sunoo's seduction) must be why she lost the game so easily.

"I wasn't thinking straight. I didn't plan it or anything. Honest!" she replied with puppy eyes. While the look stirred something inside Sunghoon, it certainly wasn't sympathy.

"Even if you didn't plan it, you still did it, didn't you?" he asked in an eerily calm voice. "You can't really take it back now, can you?" he brushed her bangs back but kept his hold firm. "Even if it was silly little foreplay."

Everything Sunghoon did just made her core uncomfortably wet. She was embarrassed to clutch her legs tighter but her mind was just occupied with how stunning he looked and how hot his words were.

"No," Della whined, shamelessly staring at his lips. "I'm sorry, oppas."

"Do you know what's gonna happen now?" Sunghoon asked, staring at her lips as well.

"Am I getting punished?" Della bit her lip at the thought.

"You're gonna deal with us four, yeah? We've been stupidly waiting for over a week," Sunghoon caressed her cheeks before forcefully making her look at the two boys on the bed. "Look at them. We all deserve to be relieved from this challenge, hm?" he whispered in her ear.

"Nghh," Della whined at the sight of Jake and Heeseung. They were sitting on the joint bed with a can of beer in their hands. They were intently staring at the three of them, anticipating their next moves and patiently waiting for their turn. They knew that hard-dom Sunghoon would be the best at disciplining Della in bed, while romantic Jay would really show her just how serious they are.

"Do you think you can do that?" Sunghoon whispered again, causing Della to gulp and nod her head. "Use your words."

"I'm gonna deal with all four of you," she said timidly. She has never handled more than two people before, and now she's jumping straight to four.

But she is excited. Extremely excited.

"Good girl," Jay kept his hold with one hand, using the other to stroke her hair. "Your safe word today is red and yellow, okay? Regardless of Korean or English."

"Okay, oppa," Della closed her eyes at the gentle kiss Jay left on her hair. Suddenly all the nerves left and she's just left with pure anticipation.

"Good girl," although the words were identical to Jay's, Sunghoon's praise sounded rougher, more possessive. "Now come here."

Sunghoon connected his lips to hers hungrily while his hands moved to grope her bare breasts under her pyjama top.

Jay let out a small smirk, his hands busily tying her wrists with the neck tie he prepared. His recently free hands then moved to unbutton her top, helping Sunghoon get easier access.

"You're not wearing a fucking bra. Sunoo must've enjoyed these babies, huh?" Jay said against her neck as his hands replaced Sunghoon's. The latter's opted to move down and roam his hands on Della's hourglass figure.

"Did he? Answer Jay," Sunghoon mumbled on her lips before shifting his kisses to her neck.

"No, he didn't," Della whimpered at the stimulation. Her legs were now almost crossed at how eager she is for some sort of sexual activity.

"Aish, that kid," Jay cursed, pulling away from Della to grab himself a beer. "Won 3N but didn't even fully enjoy it," he then pat Heeseung's shoulder and sat down beside Jake. "Tag. You're it."

Heeseung smirked, taking a big swig of his drink before making his way to Dehoon. With some liquid courage, he knew that they would all have a long, wild night ahead of them. They all definitely need a few cans because they desperately need this.

"You could've tagged me, y'know?" Jake pointed at his roommate.

"Shut up," Jay sipped his drink. "Just go over and join them– who's stopping you?"

"Nah, I'm actually enjoying the view," the younger laid back and rested his upper body weight on his forearm. The two watched as Sunghoon pulled away as soon as he noticed Heeseung.

"I told you to sit down, didn't I?" Heeseung practically mumbled, using his free hand to push her down onto the couch. "Why didn't you listen to me but obeyed Sunghoon and Jongseong?"

Della's mouth watered at the angle. If her instincts were correct, she was gonna suck someone off, most probably Heeseung.

And she absolutely loves giving head.

Heeseung especially tends to let out these adorable sounds that are music to her ears. She knows that he will try to hold them back since they're not alone, but she is determined to have this gorgeous man let loose of his (almost) equally gorgeous noises.

"I'm sorry, oppa," the lower angle made Della's puppy eyes look even more cute. "I was just nervous."

"You know what those eyes do to me," Heeseung ran a thumb over her lip. "Should we forgive her, Sunghoon?" he sucked in a breath when she took his thumb into her mouth to suck gently.

"We'll see about that," a loud zipper sound filled the room as Sunghoon aggressively undid his pants. "Open up," and his cock was in front of Della's face in no time.

She did not need to be told twice. Her eyes instantly closed as her tongue swirled around the tip. She played around with it for a few seconds before pushing it all the way to the back of her throat.

"Fuckkk, I missed this," Sunghoon threw his head back. "So fucking good," he bit his lip harshly.

Upon the sight, Heeseung hurriedly lowered his sweatpants with one hand, but struggled to get his hard-on out from the tightness of his boxers. He eventually succeeded once Sunghoon helped by taking the beer out of his hands.

"Pay attention to hyung too," Sunghoon said and took a large gulp of the liquid.

Della wasted no time in having Heeseung inside her mouth with her tongue swirling around the girth. She didn't care as her hair got everywhere.

"Thereee you go," Heeseung grunted, pushing the hair behind her shoulders and brushed her bangs back . "Ah fuck!" he bit his lip to try and contain his sounds.

"Ya– I meant divide your attention, not completely move on to him," Della gasped as Sunghoon pulled her hair so she could come back to him. "Back and forth, baby, you can do it."

It is definitely difficult. Della has never given head with her hands tied before, let alone with two dicks.

But if the boys know anything about their baby, they'll know that she is not a quitter; she will persist until she's absolutely certain she can't.

She bobbed her head two times on Sunghoon before switching back to Heeseung to repeat her movements, and doing the same to Sunghoon again. The perspective was so hot that Sunghoon's breath turned heavy and Heeseung's moans were audible again.

Jay and Jake, on the other hand, were getting a bit impatient because they could barely see anything. Sunghoon could almost sense it, and as he turned his head to look at his two best friends, he found Jake fiddling with his can while Jay tapped his hand in wait.

"Hyung, let's move to the bed," Sunghoon breathed out, pulling Della away from him and up from the sofa. Della whined at the loss but let herself be moved around like a doll. "Be fucking patient. You were willing to wait for a month, you can definitely handle a few seconds," Sunghoon slapped her lightly.

DellaTheMasochist only gave him an annoyed look with a bratty pout, making him slap her once more.

"Oh you're gonna be a little brat, huh? I'll deal with you fucking later," he then carefully pushed her to Jay's arms, causing Della to smile in adoration. No matter how rough sex is with Sunghoon, he's still a huge softy.

"Well hello there," Jay caught her with one hand. "Were you being a bit bratty?" he asked while fixing her hair gently.

"No, never," Della shook her head innocently. Sunghoon grinned as he opened himself a can, sitting on the bed beside Heeseung.

Her absolute brattiness only comes out to Sunghoon. She's an angel with Jay, putty with Jake, and a dominant with Heeseung.

"Of course not, you're our princess," Jay breathed down her neck and captured a nipple in his mouth. He blindly handed Jake his drink so he could use both hands to hug her waist. He spent a few minutes slowly enjoying her boobs, leaving hickeys all around the area.

The three knew that Jay liked his intimacy, so they didn't interrupt.

He eventually laid her between himself and Jake, opting to just stroke her hair for now. Della was settling into a more comfortable position when Jay noticed that Jake's hands were now free from the cans he was holding.

He gestured for the Aussie to begin, eliciting a grin from Jake before hovering above Della.

"Hi, baby," Jake whispered. His attractive face and accent left a small blush to her cheeks. "I missed you," he connected their lips together in a steamy kiss.

The thing with Dake is that they don't always have a clear dominant in the bedroom. Most times it's Jake while others it's Della. What's crystal is that they are really passionate together. Practically straight out of an erotic movie.

"I'm still annoyed about Triple N but I miss you too much to fucking care right now," he ran his hands down from her sides, eventually tugging her shorts and panties down as far as he could. "Just wanna devour you."

He then proceeded to make his way down until he was off the bed with his face in between her legs. He completely got rid of her lower garments and took a deep breath, biting his lip before diving into her heat. One of his favourite things to do with her, and something that she desperately needed.

"Ah fuck!" Della threw her head back, pressing her thighs against his head. "Ahhh Jakey!" she whined.

"Sensitive babyy," Jay cooed and held her face with his hand. "You almost gave this up for a month, you know?" he left small kisses all over her face.

"November's my birthday month, she ain't gonna give this up for the whole thirty," Jake pulled back slightly to comment. With his accent and slight mumbling, Jay could barely understand what he was saying. Della, however, understood perfectly.

"I told you that I would give you an exception, right?" Della's answer just connected the dots for Jay. Big mistake.

"You promised him an exception?" Jay halted his caresses to seriously ask. But Jake had resumed his mission, and Della is far too distracted to answer. "Fucking answer me– you gave him an exception?" he tightened his grip on her face.

"Y-yeah, for his birthday," Jay let out a scoff at her answer and humourlessly chuckled.

"I was gonna go easy on you and let these guys do their own thing," his voice turned rough, something he didn't think he would do tonight. "But you were gonna give Jake an exemption and that– pay attention," he slapped her lightly when she moaned to his face.

"Sorry, oppa," Della whined, finding it difficult to concentrate when Jake's mouth was pleasuring her so well.

"It pisses me off," Jay whispered roughly. "Instead of just calling the challenge off, you were gonna make the three of us wait 'til the end," he smirked at how hard she was struggling to contain her sounds of pleasure. He let go of her roughly to sit up."Sorry man, I gotta take it from here," he pat Jake's shoulder.

"Mmkay," Della moaned loudly when Jake gave out one last suck to her clit. "I call dibs on cleaning her off though," he smiled widely while licking his wet lips.

"Deal," Jay immediately flipped Della over onto her stomach. "Tsk tsk tsk, Lala..." he swiftly took his shorts and boxers off in one go. "Stay down," he firmly instructed as he removed her restrains.

The three boys couldn't stop the grin when they watched Jay unleash his beast. The Jay they've seen before was nowhere near as aggressive.

"Have fun, bro," Sunghoon hollered. "Have fun, princess," he toasted his beer at Della when she made eye contact.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, yeah?" Jay whispered in her ear. He noticed the goosebumps that rose on her back as he was lifting her hips and parting her legs. "Hold on tight," he warned, handing her a pillow.

He bit the bottom of his sleeveless shirt just so he could get a clearer look of his shaft rubbing against her folds.

"Aghh," both Della and Jay groaned when his full length entered her. "Fuckk!" after ten days, he knew he had to let Della adjust a little. Yet he also knew that she didn't need long based on how wet she is and how Sunoo had prepped her.

So not long after, he pulled back and thrusted into her. Hard.

"Ngghhh!" Della squeezed her eyes shut while tightly hugging the pillow. "Oppaaa!" she moaned loudly.

"God! I fucking missed this!" Jay grumbled out. The cloth was no longer in his mouth and he had his head thrown back. "Fuck!"

He kept his hands on her hips as he pounded into her. Slow, but powerful thrusts.

"Ahhh! Oppaaaa!" Della continued to moan loudly. "Oh my God!" she realised how noisy she was being, so she began to muffle her sounds into the pillow.

"Oh no you don't," Jay grunted. Instead of taking the pillow away from her, he decided to flip her onto her back. Essentially switching to the missionary position. "Oh hi there, sweetie," he smirked at her, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips. "Hold on," he forcefully placed her hands on his shoulders before resuming his thrusts.

"Shit!" Della gasped, struggling to maintain eye contact with Jay as he continued to fuck her in the same manner. "Jay-oppaaa!" she practically screamed. Her nails starting holding on for dear life, scratching the skin of his biceps and her mouth was stuck open with nonstop moans.

The three other boys were turned on as hell.

Jake kept adjusting the bulge in his pants while Sunghoon and Heeseung had to constantly shift in their seats.

Waiting was especially hard for Heeseung as he barely got to touch Della in ten days. So he downed two cans and working on his third in no time, making him slightly tipsy and extremely impatient.

And the sight of her mouth opening just reminded him of something.

"That's it," he crawled across to Jella's side of the bed. "Sunghoon said we were moving to the bed, so you're not done sucking me off," he sat on his knees beside Della's. "Sorry, Jongseong-ah," he breathed out and helped guide Della's mouth to his length.

"By all means, hyung," Jay pulled away and halted his movement to let Della find a comfortable position. "You better do your best. We know you can do it, baby," he whispered to Della, taking off his shirt as he waited.

"Shittt!" Heeseung moaned practically straight after Della's mouth wrapped around him. "There you go, baby– just like that," he assisted by thrusting so that all she had to do was just suck around him and pump what she can't.

"I'll start moving again," Jay began thrusting as soon as he alerted Heela. "Aghh," he grunted, furrowing his eyebrows together. The view of Della sucking someone off in front of him just made him want to fuck her even harder.

He needs to hear her moans even if they were muffled.

"Ahh! Lala!" Heeseung whined when Della kept moaning around him. "Just like that! Sooo good! Nghh!"

Since his mind was foggy from the alcohol, he didn't even bother to hold back on his moans. Even when they start to get a little too subby.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon and Jake wanted to join in so badly, but fear that they would overwhelm their baby. Though they can't just sit there and do nothing.

So they decided to devise a plan for when their turn comes.

"Have you... ever done anal?" Sunghoon awkwardly asked Jake after covering his dick with a pillow. "Like do it from the butt?"

"Me or Della?" Jake's question made the ice prince slap his arm.

"Della, of course," Sunghoon scolded.

"Ack! No– I just gotta make sure I understood what you meant," Jake explained. "No, we haven't."

"I have and I brought condoms and lube," Sunghoon pointed at his luggage. "So here's the thing... Della has been quite curious to try like.. two people.. like.." Sunghoon tried to find the words to explain it in a way that Jake would understand, knowing that the guy mostly knows English sexual terms.

"Like at the same time? Double?" Jake asked while bringing his hands up for gesture.

"Uh, double," Sunghoon nodded, instantly feeling awkward again. "Do you... wanna try it with me? It's her first time and maybe you can do the... back because you've never tried it before."

Jake was quick to make up his mind, all thanks to the two beers he had downed.

"Let's do it," he raised his hand to dap Sunghoon up. "Jellahoon, am I right?"

"Of course," Sunghoon grinned.

"Fuck! I can't cum already!" Heeseung grit his teeth and slowed down his hips. "Lalaaa," he whined.

It was then when Della finally pulled away from the blowjob. She looked into his eyes whilst her hand kept pumping his shaft.

"Heeseung, babyy. What did I tell you about holding back?" she forced herself to restrain her moans just so she could remind him who's in charge.

Fortunately, Jay, who was finding the exchange amusing (also wanting Della all to himself during his orgasm), had slowed down his thrusts to help her focus.

"To never do that because only bad boys hold back," Heeseung's rational thoughts went straight out the window. He was fully going to show his dongsaengs that Lee Heeseung is a sub. A major one. "But I'm not even inside you yet!"

"Come here, baby," Della got up from her position. "I'll be back," she placed a quick kiss on Jay's lips.

"Go ahead," Jay was so intrigued at his hyung and girlfriend's new side that he didn't care about his delayed orgasm— as long as he gets it straight after Heeseung reaches his.

"Poor babyy," Della cooed at Heeseung, brushing his hair back. "Why don't you sit comfortably and let Lala do the work?"

The 02z watched in amazement as they discover how their hyung is actually like in bed. They watched him obey Della's instructions like clockwork, as if he's done this a million times.

He rested his back against the pillows with his legs ajar. His large bambi eyes were stuck on Della the whole time, looking absolutely lovestruck.

"Take off your shirt," Della pointed lazily, getting on top of his lap. "You're a good boy, right?" she connected their foreheads together and aligned him to her entrance.

All Heeseung could do was nod enthusiastically.

"Then don't hold back," Della whispered before sliding down on his length.

"Ahh!" both Heeseung and Della let out high-pitched moans. As Della bounced up and down, Heeseung's hands automatically went to wrap around her waist.

"Sh-shit!" Heeseung hugged her tighter while squeezing his eyes shut. Because he was already close earlier, it took no time for him to reach that point again. "Lalaaa!"

"Feel so good, Heeseung– ahhh!" when it comes to Heeseung, Della (most of the time) tries to compose herself. She's taking care of him after all.

"Shit– is that what it looks like when Della rides you?" Sunghoon asked under his breath. "That's fucking hot."

His hand then tried to secretly stimulate himself, making sure that neither Jake or Jay could notice. Jay, on the other hand, was openly pumping himself, not caring that his best friends could be looking.

"Damn, you're pretty big, bro," Jake suddenly blurted out at Jay. "Nice one."

"Thanks, I guess," Jay chuckled and kept moving his hand, not feeling awkward in the slightest.

"Why were you looking at his dick?" Sunghoon snickered, but that brought Jake's attention to him and that's when the latter noticed his sneaky hand.

"Why are you secretly jacking off? Just do it like Jay, no balls!" Jake slapped his calf. "We're literally in the middle of a fivesun—"

"Fivesome," Jay corrected him.

"Fivesome!"

"Ew, no! I feel so exposed! Like I'll be jerking off in front of you!" Sunghoon completely removed his hand from his dick. "And it's easy for you to say! You're still fully clothed!"

"It's not like we've never seen you naked bef–"

"02z, if you're not gonna suck each other off then shut the fuck up," Della interrupted their bickering while making eye contact. "Your hyung's trying to cum in peace."

"Yes ma'am," "Sorry," "Sorry," they all apologised quietly, hoping that no one notices their erection hardening even more. They hate admitting their thirst for Della's dominance.

Or to be accurate; They love her dominance, yet hate admitting their desire to be like Heeseung.

But it's not like the 02z have never been docile to DommeDella.

"Sunghoon, don't be fucking weird or I'll repeat last month's occurrences," Della's threat immediately made Sunghoon's skin erupt in goosebumps. He just hopes that she won't elaborate and reveal to his friends what exactly happened.

Thankfully, she didn't.

"Are you okay, baby?" Della went back and cooed to Heeseung, keeping her pace steady as she cradled his head.

"I'm gonna cuuuum," he sobbed. "Fuck! Lalaaa!"

"There you go. Don't hold back, Heeseung baby," Della mustered up all the energy she had to quicken her pace.

"Ahhhh! Lalaaa!" Heeseung used his tight hold to assist her bounces before ultimately letting out a loud gasp as he released spurts and spurts of warm cum. "Oh my God, babyy," he sighed and relaxed his shoulders.

"Good boyy," Della halted her thrusts, caressing his hair lovingly. "Filling me up soo good," she placed tiny kisses on his head. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Lala," Heeseung breathed out. "Thank you," he pulled himself away to connect their lips.

They were stuck in a slow make-out session for a while before Jay grew impatient and pulled Della away from the older.

"You didn't forget about me, did you?" Jay grumbled in her ear. "I gave you time to fuck hyung but now you forgot about us?" he lifted her up like she weighed nothing and placed her front facing down.

"You're being rude, Jay. Your hyung needed to—" Della cut herself off with a gasp when Jay landed a firm spank on her ass.

"You're not in control no more," he said in a low voice, lifting her waist up slightly. "Where are your manners?"

"I'm sorry, oppa," Della whimpered when he spread her pussy lips. She could feel Heeseung's cum slowly pouring out of her. As always, he came a lot.

"Shitt– hyung," Jay called for Heeseung to see. The latter had pretty much sobered up from earlier and is back to his usual self.

And at least for now, he still had not realised what he had done in front of his dongsaengs.

"Keep it in, baby," Heeseung took two of his fingers and pushed the cum back inside her, causing Della to gasp. "Add onto it, Jongseong," he patted Jay's bare shoulder with his clean hand before heading towards the bathroom.

"My pleasure," Jay whispered. He wrapped his arms around Della's body and instantly pushed himself inside her once again. "Fuckkk, Della."

"Yess! Oppaa!" Della squeezed her eyes shut, letting out babbles of words that barely made any sense. She could feel Heeseung's cum slowly absorbing inside her as Jay fucked it deeper. The sounds of the moisture only turning on everyone in the room more.

"Fuck! You're gonna cum soon, aren't ya?" Jay's hard-but-slow pace tried to quicken when he felt Della tightening around him. "Just a little more, baby– Oppa's almost there, wait for me," he left kisses on the side of her face as he tried to concentrate on cumming together with his girl.

Fortunately for him, Della knows exactly what to do in this situation.

"Fill me up good, oppa. Make me feel so full," Jay had never verbally admitted it to her, but she knows that he has a breeding kink. "Stuff me full of—"

"FUUUUCK, I'm cumming!" Jay's left hand frantically went to search for Della's. "C'mere baby," while his right hand went to bring her face to his.

They connected their lips together, essentially muffling their moans (and screams). Della used her free hand to hold onto his head, making the scene look even more sweet.

"I love you, Della," Jay mumbled against her lips.

"I love you, Jay," Della whined at the feeling of her own orgasm mixed with Jay's (and Heeseung's). "So, so much."

"So, so much," Jay left a final kiss on her forehead before getting off of her back. His eyes immediately went to her cum-filled entrance. "Good girl, keep it in," he grunted, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of barely any cum leaking out.

He chuckled when Della wiggled her ass for fun. "How cute," he slapped her ass and stood up. "Agh fuck, you really milked me dry."

"Come on, it hasn't been THAT long, guys," Della rolled her eyes. "We didn't even last the whole month."

Just as she finished talking, a harsher slap was placed on her ass.

"You fuck four men on a daily basis– you still think you could've handled it?" Sunghoon asked, flipping Della onto her back. "Do I also need to remind that you were the one who gave in first? YOU?" he grabbed onto her leg to pull her closer to the edge of the bed and closer to him. "Don't make me teach you a lesson."

"Go easy on her, Sunghoon-ah. She's about to receive a handful with you and Jaeyun," Heeseung reminded. He grabbed Jay's and his cans of beer before joining Jay on the bed. The two were now dressed in their boxers.

"Yeah, just shut up and let's do our shit," Jake impatiently took off his pants but kept his shirt on, only removing his zip-up. "You've done anal, baby?" Della nodded her head in enthusiasm. "Yeah? And you like it?"

"Mhmm! Are we doing what I think we're doing?" Jake chuckled at her excitement.

"You're adorable. Isn't it gonna hurt, baby?" the tips of Jake's fingers began grazing Della's thigh.

"I wanna be closer to my men," Della gave out a seductive look to both Jake and Sunghoon, making sure to use Korean so Sunghoon would understand.

"How cute," Sunghoon mumbled. "Don't forget your safe words," he ran a hand through Della's hair before laying down on the bed, legs still seated on the edge.

"Is she getting on top of you or me?" Jake asked his partner. "Isn't it more comfortable with you on top?"

"I mean... It's easier for me to thrust but it's more comfortable for her to hug me, no?" Sunghoon explained. "Won't it be unstable if she lays on her back?"

"No– Della should be on her stomach, on her back is difficult, I think," Heeseung pointed at the three.

"Are you doing double?" Jay's eyes widened when he realised what they were discussing.

"Uh," Jakehoon replied briefly.

"Then Della should be on her stomach and the one who does the back thrusts from behi– on top," Jay gave his take.

"No– the reason why I say she should be on her back is because she needs to be distracted from the pain and Sunghoon would be able to thrust and properly do that," Jake tried to explain his take. "Otherwise his movements are limite—"

Their discussion was cut off by a loud groan from Della, followed by the girl hovering over Sunghoon chest-to-chest.

"Stop taking so fucking long and just fuck me," she wasted no more time and slipped Sunghoon's cock into her entrance.

"Oh my God!" "Oh fuck!" the two hissed at the sudden feeling.

"Fucking finally!" Sunghoon threw his head back. "Come here, kitten," he repositioned Della a little so he could move more comfortably.

Thanks to his long legs, all he needed to do so was to hold her in place.

"So fucking tight," he said with gritted teeth. He was never one to make a lot of noises in bed, but with his buddies around, he's determined to look cool. He was gonna try to contain his facial expressions, which is something he never holds back on.

Yet his plan went straight out the window when Della adorably cuddled into his chest.

"Oppaaa," she whined.

"Aww, kitten– my princess," he cooed, bringing one of his hands to hug her close. "Does that feel good, kitten?"

Della could only mew louder and nuzzle her head more, making all four boys coo at the sight.

"This seems enough for you, baby. Do you really need more?" Jake went up to her face to tease while his lubed finger equally teased her back entrance.

Della looked into his eyes and said the one name that the two have kept a secret for a long time.

"Please, daddy?"

Jake halted for a second, taken aback at the sudden change of mind. He was not one to be shy about his kink, but Della was a bit apprehensive that the members just won't understand.

But weirdly enough, none of the boys reacted, as if they already knew of the fact.

"Sunghoon, stop moving for a second," Jake went back to his position and squeezed more lube onto Della's hole. "Stay relaxed, darling," he warned Della before pushing a finger in.

"Mmm," she closed her eyes and pursed her lips.

"I'm right here, princess," Sunghoon whispered in her ear. "Relax some more," and immediately continued his movements.

"There ya go, good girl," Jake muttered, slowly twisting and pumping his finger. When Della was almost fully relaxed and resumed her previous moaning, Jake gradually added another finger in and followed by another once she adjusted to that as well. "Such a good girl."

"Ahh! I'm gonna cum!" Della announced, pushing her upper body up to catch a glimpse of what Jake's doing. "Fuck!" her eyes rolled back as she turned back to Sunghoon. "Oh my Goodness!" her moans only got louder when she looked at Sunghoon's facial expressions.

As always, his eyebrows were furrowed the whole time while he switched between biting/licking his lips, having his mouth open or gritting his teeth. He had completely forgotten about his initial plan of restraining himself.

"Go cum, darling," he choked out, giving his last few hard thrusts after Della threw her head back and cried out.

He almost let out a sigh of relief. If Della waited just a few seconds longer, he too would've been calling to cum and he did not want that just yet.

"Relax a bit, kitten," neither Sunghoon nor Jake pulled out, but they wanted to give Della time to catch her breath.

"What a good girl," Jay noticed Jake ripping open the condom wrapper and immediately sprung to action. "Taking four men so well," he continued to drop praises while caressing her hair.

"If it gets too much, please let us know and Jake can jerk off for the night or something," Heeseung also joined in with a joke.

"Hyung!" Jake whined. He somehow successfully got the condom on with just one hand, and is now lathering his length with the lube.

"Byee daddy" Jay added fuel to the fire by grinning and waving at him.

"Shut the fuck up, Jay, I complimented you earlier," Jake sent a glare at his friend.

"The tension is insane. Now kiss," Della lifted her head to comment.

No matter how many times she has teased them, they have never expressed or voiced their discomfort, which she knows they aren't afraid to do. In Della's mind, this would imply that the possibility of it happening is not zero.

"Aish Lalaa!" "Eyy!" "Babe!" "Aghh" the four boys complained, with Jake adding an additional smack to her ass.

"You think his dick is big, right? You have my permission and sucking ONE dick does not make you ga—"

"Okay, that's enough," Sunghoon spoke up and gave her one hard thrust. "Jake and I still need to cum, princess. Stop the yapping."

"I'm sorry, oppa," Della whimpered, bringing her head down to rest on Sunghoon's chest again.

"I'm only letting you off since you've been so good to us, understand? Don't test my patience," he said in a low voice, his hips starting to move in a steady pace once again.

"Understood," Della let out a high-pitched moan at the stimulus but was cut off with her own gasp as Jake pulled his fingers out.

"I'm putting it in," Jake breathed out. He squeezed some more lube on Della's rim before slowly entering. "FUCK!"

"Mmh!" Della had her eyes squeezed shut, trying to adjust to his size (especially with Sunghoon in her other hole).

"Our strong baby," "Such a good girl," Jay and Heeseung showered her in praises, using their hands to caress her arm and back while Sunghoon does so with her hair.

"Fuck– so fucking tight," Jake threw his head back when he was fully inside her. "Hang in there, baby, good job," he smoothed his hand over her ass.

"Yellow?" Heeseung asked about the safe word, just in case.

"Green," she quickly answered. "Can you move slowly, oppa?" her head shifted to make eye contact with Sunghoon.

"Of course, darling," he placed a kiss on her hair before slowly pumping her. "Shit, kitten," he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back.

Because of Jake, she felt tighter than usual but was still wet as ever. He knew he couldn't last long, especially after nearly cumming earlier.

"Jaeyun, please move," Della breathed out, starting to feel pleasure again.

Both Jake and Della let out a loud gasp at the sensation. The pace began to quicken in no time, making the scene look like it came straight out of an incognito site.

"Oh my– fuuuuuuck!" Della moaned loudly, feeling fuller than she's ever felt. "Oppaaa! Daddyyyy!" little tears began pooling in the corner of her eyes. "Aaaaaaahhh!"

"So good, baby. Taking both of us so well," Jake leaned forward to mumble in her ear. "Shittt, so tight baby," his face held a large smile and left temporary hickies around her neck and shoulders. "My good girl."

There's no doubt that the back end is tighter, but Jake's favourite was really the sight of having two of her holes stuffed, and the fact that him and Sunghoon were the first ones to do that.

The three were so into each other that they didn't notice Heeseung getting up to retrieve Sunghoon's old, red iPhone. He knew that they would want the scene to be recorded— for their eyes only, of course.

"I'm recording," Heeseung announced before pressing record. They all turned to Heeseung for a second and resumed like nothing happened.

"Come here, kitten," Sunghoon grunted, pulling Della's face in for a kiss. She moaned into his mouth when she felt her two best friends quicken their pace.

She noticed Jake tugging at her hair, so she broke the kiss off to then connect her lips with his, bringing a hand back to hold his head in place.

Jay, who did not want to just lay there beside them, started playing with Della's tits while palming himself. He personally doesn't need more, but he did not want the video to appear awkward.

"You guys really look so fucking hot," Heeseung commented. He turned off the recording and went back to his original spot. "I wanna kiss, baby," his head got closer so Della could easily kiss him.

"FUCK! I'm cumming!" Della pulled away to scream out. Her eyes were closed shut and her open mouth spewed out loud whines after whine.

"Yesss, kitten," "Me too, baby, me too," Sunghoon threw his head back while Jake buried his face in her neck. It did not take the three long at all to reach their orgasm.

"Jay-oppaa," Della managed to let out, weakly stretching an arm out so he could come closer. "I haven't kissed you."

Jay felt his heart swell in adoration and he swiftly did as told without hesitation.

"Fuckk! Aaaahhh!" Della pulled away but kept their foreheads together and squeezed Heeseung's hand.

They looked absolutely ridiculous being in one big huddle (and it was certainly not the most comfortable), yet that was the moment when the five of them were just connected. It's what they needed and exactly what they hoped for tonight.

"I'm cumming, baby," Jake's voice was shaky, and his thrusts started faltering first. "Shit! Good girl, baby. Good girl, good girl!"

"Shit! Shit!" both Jake and Della came around the same time. The former usually takes his time to ride out his high but he almost instantly pulled out so Sunghoon could finish properly.

Sunghoon looked at him in thanks, immediately adjusting his position and hurriedly chased his orgasm. Della started shaking and screaming with overstimulation, letting go of Heejay to hold on tightly to Sunghoon.

"Shit! Ahh baby, almost ther– NOW KITTEN. NOW, now, now!" Sunghoon babbled a bit as his orgasm overtook his body. "Shit," he sighed and relaxed his body, still holding onto Della tightly. "You're amazing, princess. I love you," he chuckled breathily.

"I love you, my prince," Della breathed out with a smile.

The two shared a sweet kiss before Sunghoon pulled away and shifted Della over to Jake, who was now lying beside him.

"What a good girl.You're an absolute champ and you're incredible," Jake couldn't help but chuckle. "We're so fucking lucky, baby. I love you so much," he then connected their lips in a passionate kiss.

"I'M so lucky to have you guys and I just love you sooo much," once they pulled away, Della's head instantly went to rest on Jake's chest. "Let's clean up before we get too tired."

"Oh no you don't," Jake shifted their position so Della would lay on her back. He got on top of her with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I called dibs on cleaning you off, remember?"

Eventually everyone washed up and got ready for bed. They decided to all sleep together on the makeshift king-sized bed with Della in the centre. They were cuddled closely, but it didn't really matter anymore to them.

"Guys, we're actually really cute," Heeseung giggled. "I fucking love this relationship."

"Just a bunch of bros with our girl" Jake sighed. He held Della tighter to his chest and shut his eyes, ready to sleep.

"For a second there, I thought you were gonna call me a hoe," Della giggled, looking up at him.

"I'm never gonna call you a hoe, babe! I'm not Sunghoon!" Jake's reply made Sunghoon smack his shoulder.

"I will never call her that!" Sunghoon looked at him with betrayal. "I don't even know what that means but I know it's bad!"

"You call her names in bed, we all know it!" Jake protested back.

"Ya– rarely ever, right princess? Only on certain times and we both have no issues with it," Della nodded at Sunghoon's defence. "See?! Don't kinkshame me, daddy."

"YAA!" Jake shaking Sunghoon's leg off of his own.

"Today's session just revealed everyone's kinks," Jay laughed. "Sunghoon likes to call Della 'kitten', Jake likes to be called 'daddy', Della apparently likes anal," he stopped himself for saying Heeseung's out of respect.

"Pffftt, okay mister kinky. Didn't know you could go hard like that," Sunghoon grinned. "I thought you just liked vanilla but you were slapping Lala and everything."

"Why do you like to get slapped?" Jay ignored Sunghoon and asked the girl he was semi-holding.

"I don't know! Sometimes I just like things!" Della shrugged defensively. "I like a whole bunch of things!"

"Yeah and your boyfriends all like different things too," Sunghoon chuckled. "You're absolutely perfect for us."

"Awww," Della grinned but got shy and hid her face in Jake's chest. "I'm sorry for making you all join No Nut November. This was really dumb and I'm also really sorry for losing to someone who didn't even join."

"Don't worry about that, darling. It's all forgiven and practically forgo—" Jay's words were cut off by the boom of Heeseung's voice beside him.

"WAIT!" Heeseung shot up straight in realisation. Della and Jake both jumped in surprise while Sunghoon and Jay flinched. Heeseung looked back at them with horror in his eyes.

There was a reason why he was quiet the whole time. It's because it just hit him how;

"YOU GUYS FUCKING SAW ME IN MY WEAK STATE!"

i gotta be honest, i hate to be that person but i was feeling really insecure about my writing tbh. like the first draft was not hot AT ALL and i wanted this long awaited/overdue smut to make you guys all hot and bothered y'know? i think it's much better now and i'm feeling both proud and insecure but i hope you enjoyed it and happy anniversary! taglist: @duolingofanaccount @lalalalawon @clar-iii @deafeningballoonpeach

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #kang lala #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #jake smut #jay smut

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xoioel · 1 year ago

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Momo is overwhelmed because of her upcoming comeback w/ twice, so reader decides to help her relieve some stress by giving her a BJ (g!p momo of course) thank you!

➤ RELAX

parings: Momo x Reader

genre: SMUT

warnings: SMUT, soft dom momo, power bottom reader, blowjobs, crying, choking, spit kink, cowgirl, creampie

note: love this request!! ;) and i added a lil bit of reader riding momo just because momo deserves it 😘😻 ive never wrote soft dom before bc i love getting treated like a slut

Hearing someone slam the door, you makes your way down the stairs to see your girlfriend has come home. Boo and Dolby ran to the door to see their owner has come back home. She looked very exhausted and tired after she just finished promoting set me free and now she gas to promote hare hare and prepare for the world tour, So she was ready to just sleep

But you forgot that you were only wearing shorts and a bra which flipped a switch in Momo, She grabbed you and pinned you on the wall and began to hungrily kiss you, Shes moaning into the kiss. You bit her lip fighting for dominance as you stuck your tongue in her mouth. Now out of breath you pull back to get some air. “Missed you sooo much y/n” Momo says face flushed and out of breath.

You kissed her again but this time you pulled her closer and began to grind on her as you both make out. You felt Momos boner on your leg as you continued to grind up on her, she pulled away and makes her way up the stairs grip tight on your hand treating you very harshly as she drags you about. Reaching the bed in the middle of the bedroom she turns to you, gaze hard eyes filled with dominance and lust.

“On your knees y/n.”

She doesn’t even wait for you to respond, before shes pushing you to the floor. Sitting on your knees you look up just in time to see her pull her cock out. Her hard painfully cock pulsating in her hand as she reached for your braids; grabbing it and harshly pulling on your braids as she thrusts into your open mouth.

A satisfied groan leaves her lips as she throws her head back, fingers tightly grabbing the sheets while her other hand has a firm grip on your hair keeping you in place. Her hips thrusting wild and without rhythm as she abuses your throat in chase of her release.

Your gags only spiring her on as saliva begins to drip down your neck, tears streaming down your face at the brutality of her thrusts. Its only when she feels you swallow around her cock that she reaches the edge, so close to falling into a pit of pleasure.

“f-fuck i-im going to cum” Momo says in broken moans. She thrusts fast, blabbering in Japanese as she chases her high. Her eyes roll to the back of her head with a final snap of her hips and she cums, her cock buried deep inside your throat. You swallow all of her cum before showing her that you swallowed it all. You catch your breath, reveling in her reddened cheeks and heaving chest.

Straddling her petite form, you tease her once more; rubbing yourself against her cock and watching as her gaze turns to one of ice. It’s only now you see a glimpse of the sexy woman she is to everyone else on stage, her expression that of a devil as a growl rips through her throat. Momo’s desperation had never been so evident, rutting into you from below at an attempt of slipping inside, biting her lip so hard it looked as if it might tear.

“I swear to fucking god, if you don’t-“ You finally lower yourself onto her cock and her ramblings are cut off by her own lewd whine, brows knitting together in the centre as the look on her face turns to one of pure ecstasy. Momo’s brain goes blank for a few moments, unabashed whimpers leaving her pretty lips.

Slowly moving yourself up and down on her cock, you bask in the way she’s shivering beneath you; her plump chest rising and falling quickly as her breaths become more uneven. Momo’s mumbling an array of praises and thank you’s.

“Unnie? tell me whats going on in your head, because youve been tense this whole time and i want you to relax” You say as Momo continued to moan very porn like.

“I- I’ve been soo stressed out with- fuckkk~ with relearning choreography and new choreography and- go har-harder please~ i just need a break,” Momo’s eyes lock with yours as she begins to tell you what’s wrong, “Please, don’t…stop.” You increase your speed, bouncing swiftly on her lap and pulling her head back by her hair. Momo’s eyes roll back once again at the mix of pain and pleasure, throwing her over the edge unexpectedly as she cries out, “ngh- shit, oh fuck i’m gonna cum.”

You smirk and tilt your head, pouting a little, “Can you hold on a little longer for me, hm? I know you can do it good girl.” The use of the title makes her tense up and she nods, squeezing her hands together behind her back as she holds off her impeding orgasm with all her might. You curse as you also feel your climax nearing and Momo’s eyes widen, a fire blazing in her chest at the thought of making you cum around her cock.

You’re rutting your hips against Momo’s as she whimpers your name; dangerously on the brink of her orgasm while she begs you to cum for her, “Please, baby, I need to feel it - Need to feel you, mmm, ngh- Cum for me.”

Seeing Momo like this is as close to heaven as you’ll get, the way she moans your name like a mantra and her sinful expression twists with pleasure is truly your nirvana. It sends you over the edge and you see white, blinded by the hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Just before you lose all cognitive thought to the ecstasy, you make sure to order Momo through your moans, “Cum for me, jaji.” You barely finish the command before Momo’s filling you up, crying out and shivering uncontrollably beneath you.

But the night doesnt end here.. Because you have to make sure your girlfriend is relaxed

#valeriaa writes☆#twice x reader #jyp twice #twice smut #momo x reader #twice momo #hirai momo #momo smut #momo #g!p

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sharp-silver4795 · 4 months ago

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Liu X EJ headcanons 🙏 :)) I love your writing and lore

EJ x Liu HCs

Hehehe gladly!! There are gonna be some story elements to this as well, so bear with me.

The first part is story (TW) and the second part is HCs!

Thanks so much for the compliment! I’ll say it again: I will never get used to people seeing my stuff and liking it 💖

How they met (Story Elements)

This part can be triggering

After Eashar became EJ and Selcra disappeared (died), he wandered around looking for someone to know and someone who he could take care of and would take care of him.

While walking in a wooded area of (some city in Florida- idk) he finds Liu against a tree, very sad in the aftermath of some very traumatic events.

Liu is prepared to be humiliated and defiled further, but is shocked to see what he thought was a man take off his hoodie and offer it to him.

WHOLESOME TIME

From that point, EJ would follow Liu to his house so he could find his window.

EJ visited him every night.

Sometimes he would find Liu crying. So he would cuddle him and lick away his tears.

Other times, Liu would try and communicate with him.

At the time EJ wasn’t too confident in speaking due to his demonic strange voice. So, he would just write shit down.

One time Liu told him that his English wasn’t great either. EJ never told him that if he learns one human language (doesn’t matter which) he can learn all of them cuz ✨demon magic✨

When Liu died, EJ begged death (Fox) to take him to Hydra so that he can see him again. He’d lost too many friends and loved ones to let Liu go.

Life (death?)

So, I’m gonna do this after the fall of the OR, so they’re in Hydra again.

Liu always wakes up lying on top of Jack. Whenever he tries to get up- EJ will stop him and hold him there until he doesn’t have another choice but to let Liu go. (Like needing the bathroom, food, water, etc)

Jack isn’t allowed to cook for obvious reasons. Their mornings are spent apart so Liu doesn’t puke at seeing his husband eat a human heart.

Liu has to force this man in a shower and to brush his teeth before being allowed to kiss him.

They have to buy toothbrushes in bulk cuz EJ rips em up- his are single use.

Their bed is fucking huge cuz they both giants

Night time cuddles is a god death-given right

Because EJ wants to make sure Liu is safe at all times, he HAS to be touching him skin-on-skin.

Just because of that ⬆️ Liu sleeps shirtless

They have an ass ton of blankets bc Liu is naturally very cold he’s dead and ain’t got hot acid tar running through him

Their bedroom door is always locked because of Liu’s issues from trauma and the fact that EJ sleeps naked even though his junk is inside his body smh

He can’t keep his hands off of Liu, mostly his sides and back. Because that’s the way he holds Liu while they’re cuddling.

Anytime Liu is sick or in pain, he’ll put his hand on his chest with a little bit of pressure since the weight is grounding for him and he likes the reminder of how strong his husband really is.

Liu has a bite mark on his left shoulder from EJ. If it starts to fade, he’ll throw Liu on his lap and bite into him all over again. Liu usually grabs something to do if he notices it in morning cuz he’s gonna be there for a while.

Liu is the only one who can pet him.

Liu likes to hear and feel him purr, so he doesn’t mind being vulnerable enough to just purr at random. Being in the same room, putting his hands on Liu’s back, intimate activities, being pet, anything- he will always purr without holding back. EJ usually felt it was embarrassing. But around Liu- nahh!!

He will sometimes grab Liu to the couch or bedroom just to lay, nuzzle, headbutt, or knead on him.

Liu

He can’t sit on the couch. It’s like EJ knows when he sits down because he will just throw himself on there and lay his head on Liu’s lap. Buddy needs pets.

He likes flustering, gently frustrating, or making EJ giddy cuz his ears move a lot and he thinks it’s silly.

Sometimes pretends to be sick so EJ will take care of him and so he doesn’t have to go to work. EJ knows he’s lying but indulges him anyway

If he wakes up from a nap, and there isn’t a 6’9” demon laying on him, he will cry.

If he feels insecure he will grab EJ’s hands and just put em wherever it is that he’s worried about. His hubby usually gets the hint.

The fucking king of pets and scritches

Cuddle time is all the time- if he has a chance he is hugging EJ like he’s gonna fade away

Is secretly horny as hell and has to take some deep breaths every morning, basically

Likes to act like an idiot so EJ throws him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Melts when EJ calls him “his lil potato”

Teases EJ by calling him an oversized cat

Omfg I love them so much-

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batsplat · 5 months ago

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☕️ on marc/dani as teammates? bc so many ppl on here especially have such a simplified and maybe even rose-tinted view of their dynamic imo…..

hm yeah it's a tricky one because I do think there's a lot of genuine interpersonal fondness there that was forged in the aftermath of some equally genuine animosity. for me, it's that development that's particularly interesting... what I personally have always found the most appealing about this rivalry is just how ruthless marc as to someone he genuinely admired and considered one of his heroes or 'references'. like, I think it's a bit different from the dynamic with valentino because it's kind of... vale's the childhood hero vs dani as a rider who's ahead of you who you want to directly emulate in rising through the ranks. with valentino, marc didn't really think they'd ever be competing at the top of the sport because of how big the age gap was, but with dani? different story

which does affect the emotional approach, I reckon - you can admire them and still dream of beating them, you know? like, say you're fourteen years old in 2007 and are getting out your customised casey stoner voodoo doll while he's bitch slapping your two guys, what fantasies are you cooking up in your little brain about meeting your heroes? with valentino, it's probably him grinning at you while handing you your tenth consecutive motogp trophy and telling you how amazing you are... how you're his successor, the one carrying on his legacy... lots of daydreaming of him like, hyping you up after he's retired and calling you god's gift to motorcycle racing, etc etc. who knows, maybe marc was also fantasising about beating valentino in epic duels, but he wasn't really expecting to be fighting valentino, right? whereas with dani? oh yeah, marc might have thought he was great... but in an ideal world, he's ripping the crown off dani's head when dani's a three time defending motogp champion! so crucially marc wasn't blindsided by actually fighting him on-track, and was kinda more prepared for that to get ugly? dani acts as a 'direct' reference, where he's just a few years ahead and marc can see how it's done, basically. but what this still means... he'd admired this guy for years, he had posters of him and all that shit, but the moment they're direct competitors and teammates? all that is just... locked away. no interest no mercy, all he cares about is beating the guy. and marc did still talk about using dani as a reference point, about how much he'd learned from him... but of course that scary fast learning of his was all about beating dani

from dani's side... I'm glad he's gotten to a stage where he's at peace with his career, but. god, it must have been tough. at the end of 2012, he's the in-form rider - more so than jorge. he won six of the last eight races that year. incidentally, this is how jorge is talking before the 2013 season:

obviously, jorge is trying to fuck with dani here, but he's also not really wrong. all four of the aliens have got a lot going on early 2013, but if you had to point at the guy who is dealing with the most pressure? well, it's got to be dani, doesn't it. he was the one who still had something to prove in the premier class, who was now being thrown together with the super hyped rookie. this is how dani spoke about marc at the start of the year:

and here:

and then of course marc beat dani at qatar and then won at cota... granted, dani does a good job of keeping his head and regrouping for the next few races - but it was still an auspicious start, provoking a lot of discourse that wasn't particularly kind to dani. so in that first year, you've got all these different elements - you've got how marc is competing on-track, dani's injury, how marc is already attempting to assert himself within the team, how you've got the behind the scenes warfare between their two teams (again, see this article)... and then dani's issues with marc's actual riding (x, x). now, I think it's worth saying that aragon 2013 is not a case where marc has clearly fucked up. he makes a mistake, yes, but he couldn't have known the slight contact he made with dani would lead to that wire breaking and dani's highside. here's what dani said:

this is a case where different racing philosophies clash, right? what dani's saying is that what happened was a direct consequence of how marc approaches riding - that he's always flirting with contact and this time it finally went wrong. it's the kind of riding dani has consistently disliked, and it's something marc is the poster boy for. in this case, this crash essentially ends dani's title bid. he couldn't walk for three days afterwards. dani criticised race direction for choosing not to give marc a penalty (apart from the penalty points) - this was not something he just brushed off

and, look, you do have to bring it up... dani's experiences with sic will inevitably have influenced how he approached the marc rivalry. I mean, it kind of did for all of them - there's elements of that tragedy that will have bled into how valentino, jorge, dovi and dani reacted to marc. with casey, it's one of the reasons why marc never even had an on-track rivalry with him. now, obviously, dani had big, big issues with sic, a lot of tension including harsh comments in the press and refused handshakes and all of that, as a result of sic's very aggressive approaching to racing. dani was also the one who suffered the most as a direct result, in particular after the broken collarbone at le mans. he's spoken after sic's passing about his regret about how he handled that relationship... how it changed his approach to rivalries, that reminder that there might be things he'd never have the chance to fix

the other sic-related element is that of course, there were easy parallels to be drawn between him and marc, and his shadow did at times loom uncomfortably over debates over hard racing during that period. I think you can feel it most strongly in jorge's response to marc... the echoes of when jorge had gotten in a verbal clash with sic at one of the 2011 pressers and his frustration when his complaints were just laughed off by journalists:

this press conference was from the race before le mans, where sic was responsible for dani's broken collarbone. so if two years later, you've got marc publicly shrugging off jorge's complaints in an only slightly more respectful manner, how can you not be at least a little concerned? yes, marc did have a better feeling of where the limit was, he didn't really push things too far, but... this was still a very recent trauma for everyone and nobody knew how far marc would or wouldn't push it at the time. especially not after the kind of reputation he'd gotten himself in his 125cc/moto2 days. (though of course it's important to note that sic's death wasn't caused by his style of racing, and if anything he'd gotten more sensible in the latter stages of 2011). so the influence goes both ways, right? on the one hand, it all feels a bit too familiar, on the other... well, that's actually a reason why you probably don't want to be too harsh on this kid. because you never know

in the end, the tensest year of their teammate partnership was 2013 - because after that title was sealed marc had won. by the end of the year, it wasn't really dani's team any more. his internal position had already been de facto undermined by casey, but not to the same extent because casey wasn't really interested in playing these games - plus the end stretch of 2012 had definitely cemented dani's role in the team. I've already given most of my thoughts here about how marc takes control of that team, which inevitably touches on some of his nastier behaviour. lying about what parts suited him is the obvious example... he's a ruthless teammate, he openly admits to it. and obviously, dani wasn't always just fine with that. who would be? he's accepted that's part of who marc is as a competitor, and at the end of the day he also had to accept losing. sometimes you just gotta make your peace with a status quo, yeah? it's tricky to strike the balance between not losing the competitive edge and not letting losing to your young teammate year after year drive you insane... dani's always been quite good at focusing on himself, even if a lot of the time 'focusing on himself' involved 'recovering from some horrid injury'

so you know, it's nice that their relationship has gotten warmer since they've no longer been teammates, and for the most part they did keep things civil while they were directly working with each other. also, you do just get over things when you're no longer competing with someone... I've said this before, but there's really only a relatively small number of truly burnt bridges in the paddock ecosystem. thing is, it's quite impressive of dani to seemingly not hold any grudges over what marc did to him... but he easily could have, and it kinda would've been justifiable? it's also primarily down to dani that this teammate dynamic didn't get worse than it was... which, y'know, you can argue if that was the right or the wrong approach, but it also meant he increasingly had to accept a subordinate role within that team - become a non-problematic teammate that honda was happy to sign again. and then you've got marc, who spent years looking up to dani and then spent years being pretty vicious to him and never saw the slightest contradiction between those two things, because of course he didn't! and of course he still has some historical fondness for him as a result of once being his fan... which is an element that has gradually snuck to the foreground again after marc increasingly managed to dismiss dani as a competitive threat. overall, then, as teammates they had their early tensions, then they were 'reasonably friendly coworkers', now they get on quite well. over the course of his career, dani's hardly been immune to drama with other riders, but at the end of the day he's pretty feud-proof on the whole. what kind of a nutter would you have to be to start a feud with dani pedrosa, eh

#what you have to admire about jorge is that he didn't just have beef with guys it's notoriously easy to have beef with (marc/vale)#he also had beef with guys you don't really think are particularly beef-happy characters (dani/dovi). that's what you call RANGE #i think i fundamentally don't understand how long a 'hot take' is supposed to be. my drafts are an Absolute State #really need to clear my inbox at least a little bit so i just quickly finished this off. cut a whole sepang 2015 tangent #not everything needs a sepang 2015 tangent #//#brr brr #alien tag #batsplat responds #what i'll say is that idm if people want to read that dynamic in a certain way... like it's not that serious y'know #think the most serious moment of culture shock i got when i realised this motogp tumblr thing was a thing was seeing the words 'team tiny'#not least because the last time i'd seriously thought about their dynamic was when the prime docu was released #and over on reddit they had the PITCHFORKS out for marc over the whole corporate sabotage thing. they were gunning for my boy!!#so i'd spent the better part of the year going 'he might be an asshole but he's MY asshole :( let him terrorise his teammates omg'#and then i saw *gestures* on tumblr and went..? can't remember them ever being all THAT friendly?#but y'know it's just a different way of consuming the sport. whatever's fun for people is fun for people. i have no problem with it

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callmesel · 9 days ago

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Am I the only one who wants like a survival game with percy as the mc?

Like, I think he would survive and do pretty good, like, I think he would win.

I don't know how to like explain it but I kkep having this mental image of Percy hiding in the forest and shooting arrows at the other contestants.

I just have a general idea of this in my head.

the wizarding world makes this game every 20 years or so, it's for entertament but it comes from a tradition of sacrifices. It's mainly in wizarding Europe and they select 5 contestant from each country as a "team" but they don't really have to play like one, they are a team for their country but can make alliances with other countries. They can team with whoever they want but the public will see it and they can see them as a traitor to their country or something. In my head, there is a floating device that follows each contestant until their death, following everything they're doing. Maybe this is a rip off of hunger games but there isn't any district nor a organization whose doing it, like, the contestants are chosen by a magic book that the bc wizarding society created, or something like that.

They cannot bring their wand but they can make their own wand inside the arena if they want. The area is like a giant forest full of creatures, becuase they also play for some reason but they are more sacrifices that willing contestants. Who are they sacrificing them for? Idk. Merlin? To keep the magic society going becuase they feed of young souls of wizards and witches?

I would like that England's team were the golden trio, but i think they deserved a break. So maybe Percy is in there with the twins and other two randoms. That would be a fun dynamic.

There is a post floating around about a survival game with just the weasley where it said that Percy would sure win and that his siblings would gang up on him so the others have a higher chance of survive. And that probably Percy would hunt one by one, except Ginny because he has a soft spot and that is why Ginny would win. If I remember correctly it also talked about each of the siblings traits but I just focused on Percy, what a suprise.

But anyway, I think that getting the twins involved in this wold be really fun, all three of them are really good at strategizing, the twins because they have to be good at planning ahead to pull those pranks and Percy because he thinks ahead of everyone and seems as someone who is alwasy prepare for anything tbh. The other teammates could be use for plot convenience, maybe they are older than any of them and are scare of death so they make agreements with other teams to not kill them and they would let them known essencial info about the other teammates or something like that of bride them with materials.

It can also use af love interesed if you want, like idk, or like someone, it doesn't matter if the weasleys or the extras and there is a conflict in the team that will make them separeted. It would be fun if the twins and Percy would be splitting and then they all regret and can't sleep knowing that they may just sentence their brother to death.

I feel that Percy would regret it faster, as it's his little brothers who we are talking about. He loves them even if they annoy him. The twins would really mind until they idk, discover that Percy got badly injured.

I also think that the twins are really handy, they have created prototypes products for their joke shop. I think that they have knowledge to make things from scratch. Percy would have a harder time but he would be find. I think he knows how to use different weapons but he hasn't really properly used them until know.

I want them to be about to win but in a last minute thing Fred gets injure and they don't get to win or something. Idk but I want someone dead and so there is a revenge saga and there is a murder spree and they win, but at what cost.

Or make just one of them win.

Either way, someone important to the winner has to die. Death makes it so much more fun.

#It so unspecific really but I just like it #Idk #Idk. MAybe i should read hunger games to satisfied this part of me that just wants pain and conflict.#percy weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #golden trio #just mention tho #hp fandom #au idea #survival game au #i guess #the weasleys #idea #ramble #i have thought of this for almost a year and it can't stop coming back to hunt me #so i share it so it hunts you too #half of it doesn't make sense but it does in my head

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sku11s1asher · 2 years ago

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Punches ok.. uhm uhm can I request a hard dom Johnathan x Reader (Male ofc) where Reader is wearing a skirt , so his bestfriend Johnathan looses his shit over it and fucks him 😧

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johnathan byers x male reader

FEM DNI (you will be blocked)

mb it took me so long to post this, i had writers block and didn’t really realize that the inbox was a thing bc i didn’t get notifications for it so i just thought no one asked stuff in there </3 (also this is based on s4 where they are in cali cuz i felt like hawkins was too homophobic for this) also not a lot of plot to this so it’s short ;(

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You were waiting for this moment, the day that you finally get your way with Johnathan. You dressed in this beautiful skirt, got yourself prepared, and left to go to his house. Early that day he told you that he was home alone and needed someone to keep his company as argyle was somewhere else. When you got in your car, you looked in the mirror and took a deep breath before driving to his house. The radio turned on some Aerosmith (or whatever you want ig), which calmed your nerves, you were starting to have second thoughts about this but it was too late as you were around the corner from his house.

You mentally prepared yourself before walking into his house. Johnathan and his (ex?) girlfriend Nancy have been drifting apart lately, you were hoping now that they aren’t having the strongest relationship that you can slide in there and take her place. Before you could knock on the door he opened it, he had a flustered look while looking at you up and down. You were freaking out in your mind so you couldn’t catch the smirk on his face, along with the tent in his pants. “Come in, Y/N, I don’t want to let the cold air out.” You took your shoes off before going to his room with him following behind you, slightly looking up the skirt. You felt his eyes all over your body when you bent over for a split second to grab a book off the floor.

You tried to get up to look at him but he pushed your head down into the pillow even harder, which made you arch your back on reflex. “Stay in this position.” He demanded while he got off the bed to grab a condom and lube. As soon as he put his fingers inside of you he knew you prepared yourself, “Did you prepare yourself because you knew I��d fuck you today?” He asked while he kissed you on your back. You tried to reply to him but all that came out were muffled sounds. “I can't believe my best friend is such a slut for me.” He began kissing your body more, leaving a couple of hickies here and there. You lifted your ass right onto his crotch to give him a hint. You heard him chuckle before a ripping sound was heard and you got turned around, “I want to see and hear you.” You could only look away in embarrassment since the realization of your best friend was about to fuck you.

He started to go faster when he felt you get tight, giving you a few kisses. After a little bit, he took his hand that was holding yours so he could jack you off, you cummed immediately which made you get ever tighter. “Fuck, loosen up a bit.” He groaned. Just became you released your load, doesn’t mean he isn’t going to release his. You started to get overstimulated when he put his hands on your waist to fuck you even harder. You couldn’t help yourself but scratch his shoulder from being so overstimulated, you couldn’t process what you were doing, you just needed something to grip on. Soon enough he came, along with you cumming for a second time. He pulled out of you slowly after calming down. You were still breathing heavily when you felt a couple kisses on your neck. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I can’t control myself.” He said before getting off you. “No- I liked it, if I didn’t I would’ve said something, I promise. I mean I did wear the skirt for a reason.” He grabbed your face, “We did have sex so I think we should make it official, we don’t have to tell everyone but-” You cut him off with a kiss before he could ramble any longer.

He cleaned you both up and let you wear a pair of his sweatpants. You both were cuddling in his bed when you heard the door open, “JOHNATHAN, WERE HOME!” You heard his mom call. He groaned, “I guess our cuddle time is over until tonight.” He gave you a quick kiss before getting up and cleaning his room a little bit so they don’t suspect much. You grabbed your book from earlier which was now on the floor instead of the bed and flipped through it looking for where you last left off, “Did you read this or something?” You looked up at him, “Yeah probably, I honestly think that-” He got cut off by the door opening, revealing Will and El, “Hi Y/N.” El said at the before telling you both that their mom said dinner is ready. You smiled at her before saying okay, you waited for them to leave before you stood up. “My back hurts god..” You whispered. You could feel him smiling behind you and you just flicked him off.

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again im so sorry this took me forever to do, i had a bad writers block and didn’t feel like doing request :(

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reverie-starlight · 2 years ago

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Bestie, my love, light of my life (for reals :( ) I’m in my thoughts™️ thinking about atsumu being like. Super, always prepared with a plan b whenever your plans get changed bc he never wants to disappoint you and I’m soft smh 🥺🧡 going above and beyond to make you happy; pls feel free to feed me because the brainrot is so real????

gn!reader, pure fluff <3, but mentions of anxiety and feelings of helplessness but like very minor. no angst.

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UMMM OKAY YES. as someone who absolutely hates and does not respond well to change, i would be sososososo appreciative of this??? i really drew from personal experiences here-

like?? he would so totally have a plan b because he knows you don’t like it when the things you planned together don’t go the way you wanted, he knows it makes you anxious when things you thought you had control over get seemingly ripped away from you by the universe.

but he knows you never end up making plan b’s on your own because once you get excited about something, you let yourself think there’s no way it could end up not happening. and you know you shouldn’t set yourself up for disappointment, but it’s so easy to forget about a plan b when you’ve figured out everything to perfection.

which means he makes sure you both have a back up plan so you still feel like there’s a sense of security when it doesn’t go to plan.

(a smol sidenote abt the lengths atsumu would go for you: if he could, he would totally take on the fates in a fist fight if it meant keeping a smile on your face forever.)

he doesn’t always need to come up with a backup plan but he has one anyway!!

the night before he has to use his plan b for the first time, you're sitting in bed and excitedly rambling on about everything you're going to do the next day ( for the third time that week since you planned it) as he gets ready for bed.

he has a smile on his face that you don't see because you're staring up at the ceiling instead. "okay so we're going to wake up early and head to the café for breakfast, then the zoo, because it shouldn't be busy on a week day... and after that I thought we could head over to that new photo op place with the cool backgrounds and take some cute pictures. it's been a while since we've done our own mini photoshoot. does that sound okay, 'tsum?"

"it sounds perfect, baby, thank you again for planning it all out."

you give him a shy smile and shake your head a bit. "it's nothing, I'm just glad you're going to enjoy it too. it's not often we both have a day off together, so I wanted it to be perfect."

except the next morning you head out only to find that the café you wanted to try out was closed. you frowned, but atsumu just took your hand and lead you back to the car. "it's okay! I know another place we can go, it's not too far out of the way. you'll like it, I promise."

you debated for a second, not sure if you should just wait for it to open or go along with your boyfriend's idea. but ultimately he convinced you that it was much better than throwing your schedule off by a couple of hours.

he heard you sigh as you got into the car and shook off the minor setback. it was one thing, surely the rest of the day will go as planned, you reasoned with yourself and turned up the music a bit, wanting to sing along with atsumu as he drove.

thankfully you ended up adoring the place your boyfriend suggested, and you were in much better spirits the next time you got in the car.

you weren't aware, but he was happy that the first part of his backup plan came in handy.

the next item on your list was the zoo. you were ready to walk off your meals and look at some cool animals, now, but the second you arrived in the parking lot, it started to rain.

and not just a light drizzle, either, it was pouring.

"what?!" you yelled, "I checked the weather three times yesterday and once before we left, it wasn't supposed to rain! I mean, I brought umbrellas just in case, anyway, but we can't walk in this!"

you looked so distraught that atsumu reached over to rub your arm. "baby, it's alright! here- we can sit in the car for ten minutes and if it doesn't let up anytime soon, I have an idea for what we can do instead."

a whine escaped your mouth. "but 'tsum, our plans-"

"it'll all be okay, y/n/n, I promise. do ya trust me?"

you nodded and gripped his hand. he brought them up to his mouth and kissed the back of yours a few times. "I know you wanted everything to be perfect, but don't let a couple changes in our plans ruin your mood, alright, sweetheart? anything I do with you is perfect for me."

"you are disgustingly sweet, I love you so much," you laughed at him as he let out a shocked sound.

ten minutes later, the rain still hadn't let up and he drove you over to the aquarium a few blocks away. truthfully, when he found out you'd both have a day off together he had planned out his own day for the two of you just in case something like this happened. he'd never tell you unless you explicitly asked, but it was something he always did for you.

and thankfully, his plans weren't so different than your own. café, then animal themed attraction. then a mini photoshoot (because he knew you were getting antsy with all the "fan" accounts of his bringing up how you guys never post each other anymore so it must either be a PR thing or a breakup). then home for dinner and hopefully lots of cuddles after.

he pulled into the parking lot and he noticed your eyes light up a bit. "the aquarium? atsumu, you genius!"

he grinned and sat a bit straighter in the driver's seat. you were never shy about complimenting him or feeding into his ego.

after parking the car and reaching for the umbrellas, he glanced at you. "get ready to run, there were no spots open close to the entrance."

you nodded and got out of the car, undoing your umbrella and making a mad dash for the building. the both of you were laughing the whole time, earning some stares from bystanders.

once you were inside, you purchased your tickets and made your way through. atsumu would never admit this either, because he hated to see you disappointed, but he was glad the zoo didn't work out. now he got to see your eyes shine brighter, both with excitement and the reflection of the water from the tanks as you stared at the sharks in awe.

it was safe to say he definitely admired you more than the sea life.

you left the aquarium a few hours later happy and holding a stuffed dolphin that he insisted on buying you from the gift shop. you glanced up at the sky before stepping out from underneath the entrance. "it stopped raining, finally."

he took your hand and made way to the car. "photo op place next?"

you nodded and got in the driver's seat. "my turn to drive, you don't know how to get there."

"GPS exists, baby."

you gave him a deadpan look. "last time we used GPS we were half an hour late to your brother's dinner reservations because you insisted you knew a faster route."

"in my defense I didn't think there would be so much construction."

"mhm, just let me drive."

"...fine."

twenty minutes later, you were trying not to pop a blood vessel while you spoke to the lady at the reception desk. "but there's nothing on your website about needing to make a reservation! it literally says that walk-ins are an option!"

"I'm very sorry, but there's a limit to how many people can enter the rooms at a time and we're at max capacity right now. the next available time we can get you in is next week, if that's alright."

you wanted to cry. atsumu could see you struggling to stay calm and quickly sent the lady a charming smile. "no, that's alright, but thank you anyway! have a nice day."

when you got back to the car, you finally gave in to the stress that had been building up all day. you were thankful that atsumu always had a solution to your issues that worked out, but you felt so out of control now that literally everything you planned for the day had gone wrong.

tears welled up in your eyes and atsumu rubbed your back. "it's okay, baby, let it out."

"I just wanted our day together to go smoothly, and I know you said earlier you were happy with anything but I had it all planned, 'tsum. and it ended up being a really nice day, I'm happy about that, but I feel so useless! I hate it when things don't go to plan."

"I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry what ya had planned didn't end up happening, it's frustrating. I hate seein' ya disappointed, but think about it- we stayed on theme with what ya originally had planned. it didn't differ too much."

you shrugged and nodded a bit. "I guess..."

he wiped away a tear and kissed your cheek. "can I take over one last time? we can still do our photoshoot. I know a real pretty place, much better than whatever this place had to offer for sure. and then dinner and what we watch tonight is all your pick."

you glanced at him and nodded, attempting a small smile. "sure, 'tsum... thank you. this might have been a lot worse if you hadn't been here. I appreciate you, you know how to make me feel more secure in moments like this. I love you."

he winked and smiled back at you. "anything for the love of my life."

fine, maybe things hadn't totally gone to plan, but you were learning to let go of that. you trusted atsumu, so you just had to trust that everything would be okay so long as he was involved. he always made sure of it.

(and in the end you got some really amazing pictures that definitely silenced those accounts saying you broke up. obviously no one would assume that after atsumu posted a... just slightly too-hot-for-instagram photo of the two of you posing with his hands all over you in front of some roses...and then one more from the very end of the night when you were cuddled up in bed.)

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I... kinda don't love how this turned out I won't lie. I don't hate it, but I'm scared I didn't do it justice, I'm so sorry emmy!! but regardless, I hope you enjoyed, this prompt was SO CUTE!!! and thank you for sending it innnn <333

have a nice day everyone :)

pls consider reblogging, it helps me out <3

#atsumu x reader fluff #atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader

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abidethetempest · 1 year ago

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Rise and Fall Ghosts

was inspired by @/shaxxuality to do this ask game for the Ghosts of my OC Fireteam! Spoilers for my fic, rise and fall, will be below (mostly character's names/personalities). Also this got insanely long so rip if youre reading it on mobile.

Haedriks, Fenris's Ghost

legendary shards. What is your Ghost like? What character traits do they have? Haedriks is pragmatic, cynical, and sardonic. They care about Fenris more than anything else in the universe.

glimmer. Is your Ghost a loner or has a friend group? Do they hang out with other Ghosts or Guardians? Haedriks is a loner. They do warm up to the other Ghosts in Fenris's fireteam and are casual friends with Sundance.

ascendant shards. How did the Ghost find your Guardian? How long did it take them? They found Fenris fairly soon after the Collapse, early-mid Dark Age (I hesitate to put a solid date on this bc the Destiny timeline gives me hives). She was found dead outside an Awoken ship; Haedriks doesn't know why she was there and has no interest in finding out.

enhancement core. How does the Ghost behave in combat? Do they help the Guardian in any way? Haedriks is quite cautious during combat and only emerges to heal Fenris if she is dying or unable to continue fighting. They talk to her telepathically a lot, giving updates on where everyone else is or any threats she needs to be aware of.

bright dust. Is your Ghost stylish? Do they like different shells or do they stick to one? Do they have a unique or recognizable feature? Haedriks saw little point in fashion during the Dark Age-- after all, being pretty just draws attention, and attention gets you killed. However, Fenris does recieve a gift in the form of a Ghost shell from a ✨certain someone✨ later on, and Haedriks likes it very much. I haven't quite settled on the design yet but the placeholder in my head rn is the Totem Shell.

silver. Does the Ghost have their own space wherever the Guardian lives? What does it look like? Not really. Haedriks only comes out to sleep and they do that by just snuggling into Fenris's hood.

exotic cipher. How does the Ghost feel about the Crucible and Gambit? Crucible is a good chance to hone your skills against other Guardians in preparation for their inevitable betrayal, nothing more. They don't trust the Drifter enough to like Gambit.

spoils of conquest. What is the Ghost’s attitude towards the Darkness powers? And the Guardian if they are using it? They're more open to them than Fenris is, since they've seen all sorts of atrocities commited by those who weild the Light. Fenris would sooner cut her own arm off than use it, but Haedriks would still support her if she did.

enhancement prism. What was the Ghost’s life before finding their Guardian? Rough. The Dark Age was, well...... dark. It almost broke their spirit, watching other Ghosts die and seeing Lightbearers, the ones supposed to fix this mess, turn into petty tyrants and killers.

upgrade module. What does the Ghost like to do in free time? Do they have hobbies? Haedriks really likes writing poetry. Fenris is the only one who will ever see it, though.

Vesper, Niamh's Ghost

legendary shards. What is your Ghost like? What character traits do they have? The ideal Ghost for a Warlock, quite inquistive and nerdy. Has a lot of Opinions (tm) about academic subjects and is not afraid to voice them.

glimmer. Is your Ghost a loner or has a friend group? Do they hang out with other Ghosts or Guardians? Associates with a lot of other Warlocks' Ghosts bc I headcanon that there are Ghost book clubs and academic conferences.

ascendant shards. How did the Ghost find your Guardian? How long did it take them? Vesper found Niamh on the moon after the City had been founded. He wanted to wait until he knew things would be safe for his Guardian.

enhancement core. How does the Ghost behave in combat? Do they help the Guardian in any way? He hates seeing/feeling Niamh hurt and will insist upon healing her as much as possible.

bright dust. Is your Ghost stylish? Do they like different shells or do they stick to one? Do they have a unique or recognizable feature? He likes to coordinate with Niamh, which usually means wearing lots of orange and red. She buys him lots of shaders.

silver. Does the Ghost have their own space wherever the Guardian lives? What does it look like? A corner of Niamh's desk is reserved for him. He has a lil cushion to rest on and a stand to hold books open while he reads.

exotic cipher. How does the Ghost feel about the Crucible and Gambit? Both are fun! Vesper is a very competitive lil guy and loves to win.

spoils of conquest. What is the Ghost’s attitude towards the Darkness powers? And the Guardian if they are using it? It's a new frontier of knowledge, so Vesper has an interested academically... but he's worried about the effect it could have on Niamh. There's a line between curiosity and recklessness (not that either of them are good at knowing where it is).

enhancement prism. What was the Ghost’s life before finding their Guardian? Pretty okay, all things considered! He spent time with other Ghosts, helping out with research or learning about whatever interested him. It was a little lonely until he found Niamh, tho.

upgrade module. What does the Ghost like to do in free time? Do they have hobbies? He loves reading, both nonfiction and fiction. He also collects pretty rocks!

Sweetpea, Sigil-3's Ghost

legendary shards. What is your Ghost like? What character traits do they have? As the name implies, an absolute sweetheart. She's very shy and quiet, but had a secret protective streak when it comes to Sigil. She just wants everyone to get along and be okay.

glimmer. Is your Ghost a loner or has a friend group? Do they hang out with other Ghosts or Guardians? She's well-liked by pretty much everyone she meets, but Sweetpea is too introverted to spend a lot of time with others before she gets overwhelmed. She does like to hang out with Haedriks, who tends to be blunt enough to say what Sweetpea is also thinking 90% of the time.

ascendant shards. How did the Ghost find your Guardian? How long did it take them? She set out to find Sigil right away, worried that he would be lonely or sad waiting too long for her. She found him in the very late Dark Age and they immediately went to the fledgling Last City to help protect it.

enhancement core. How does the Ghost behave in combat? Do they help the Guardian in any way? Sweetpea is the Ghost with the best hacking skills on the team and so is deployed to open doors or such things most.

bright dust. Is your Ghost stylish? Do they like different shells or do they stick to one? Do they have a unique or recognizable feature? Sweetpea loves feeling nice or pretty, and Sigil often buys her new shells whenever he has the funds. Some of her favorites are the Star Map shell, the Adonis shell, and the Dreamer shell. Her most recognizable feature is her that her eye color is pink.

silver. Does the Ghost have their own space wherever the Guardian lives? What does it look like? Sweetpea likes being close to Sigil, so she usually just hangs out on his shoulder no matter where they are. He did insist on giving her the space by one of his windows to grow her flowers.

exotic cipher. How does the Ghost feel about the Crucible and Gambit? Crucible is okay, she doesn't like Sigil playing because watching Guardians fight brings back bad memories of the Dark Age but she tolerates it. Drifter gives both of them weird vibes, so they're in agreement on not playing Gambit.

spoils of conquest. What is the Ghost’s attitude towards the Darkness powers? And the Guardian if they are using it? Big old nope. It makes Sweetpea feel physically ill just thinking of it. Probably the only thing she could ever blow up at Sigil about would be him using the Darkness.

enhancement prism. What was the Ghost’s life before finding their Guardian? Scary but not without good moments. Sweetpea traveled with other Ghosts the whole way since it was safer, and she still knows those Ghosts well. They kept each other safe, and more importantly, they made sure nobody lost hope.

upgrade module. What does the Ghost like to do in free time? Do they have hobbies? Sweetpea likes to grow plants and learn about different kinds of flowers. Her favorite, of course, is the sweet pea plant.

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny rise and fall au #destiny oc #long post

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wilt3d-r0zes · 2 years ago

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Hi I'm like aggressively obsessing over Teen Wolf and I just finished my first fic for it, so here you go

Summary, AO3 link and link to inspired fic "So he knows about that. He knows that he recognizes the wolves’ body language. He knows he can understand their growls and howls and what English equivalent they’re meant to portray. What he doesn’t know is that he started mirroring it." Or, Autistic!Stiles can understand wolf growls, body language, etc etc and starts mirroring it without realizing. It makes communicating a lot easier.(Takes place just after Season 3, ignoring the plot of Season 4 because I haven't watched it yet) Fic Link Inspired Work Notes: Like I said in the summary- I haven't seen season 4 bc im not emotionally prepared after the end of season 3 fUCKED ME UP uhhhh so just ignore season 4 and the weird hint at season 4 that happened at the end of season 3 Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Ethan, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura and Derek Hale (Stiles Centric)

As per usual, there are a lot of things about werewolves that Stiles doesn’t really get.

Unfortunately, there are a lot more things he doesn’t get about humans than there are about werewolves. If anything, werewolves seem to just click in that weird, mentally ill part of his brain.

One thing he’s noticed is that the wolves in his pack (his? when did he start calling it his pack? he’s just the human. He’s the only human now. Fuck.) is that they have a new, slightly weird way of communicating. One that Stiles understands somehow.

The way they stand, the various ways they flare their powers with claws, pointed ears, fangs, glowing eyes, etc. The way they growl, howl, all of the above, it all has different, specific meanings. Like back off, or my territory. Things like concern and panic, all have their own little flavor of wolf communication.

What Stiles continues to not understand is how he understands it.

When Scott looks like he’s pissed, like he’s about to rip someone's head off and he growls and all Stiles can hear is that he’s scared, that he’s absolutely terrified, even when every human social cue he knows should be screaming anger, he’s not sure how he knows that’s wrong.

So he knows about that. He knows that he recognizes the wolves’ body language. He knows he can understand their growls and howls and what English equivalent they’re meant to portray.

What he doesn’t know is that he started mirroring it.

With the benefit of the school temporarily shutting down due to some repairs and cleaning needing to be done, the pack spent a lot of the next week after the Nogitsune together.

A lot of the time they’d spend the night at each other's, occasionally Allison’s, houses. At Derek’s loft, all piled up across Scott or Stiles’s room. Sometimes they’d conk out at a park on accident because none of them wanted to face the nightmares they see when they sleep.

It’s a night like that, where they’re all asleep on top of one another. Stiles has Scott draped over his chest, using him as a pillow. Isaac and Kira are both using Scott like their own pillows, Kira on his stomach and Issac practically cuddling his lower legs.

Ethan is off to the side, legs over Isaac’s and snoring loud enough to rival Stiles’s panicked breathing.

Still, it wakes Scott. His eyes blinking open when his pillow starts bouncing him up and down and connecting the breathing to his best friend. He’s up and moving the parts of him not held down by a soundly sleeping Kira and a slowly waking Isaac before he can even process the growling.

Because Stiles is… growling, in his sleep. His face is pinched in sweaty, panic, and he’s growling. Scott’s wolf brain translates it on its own, and all he can smell and hear and see is, Help me. Scared. Panicked.

It scares Scott. How does Stiles know how to growl like that? Growl like a wolf? How does he know that the way his face is scrunched reads like a werewolf baring its teeth when it's backed into a corner, even in his sleep?

“Scott? Is that you?” Isaac’s voice is tired, but he still sounds concerned for his alpha. Concerned about the growling he’s hearing because it sounds like a wolf.

Scott turns back, eyes wide, “It’s Stiles,” he says, borderline breathless in his own confused, slight panic because what if something is wrong with Stiles, what if he’s turning into a wolf? How is he growling like that?!

And then Stiles starts screaming, and everybody is awake within a few minutes while Scott and Isaac work together to restrain a screaming, crying, Stiles. Growls are slipping out between his words, between his yells for help, yelling Hatred, Fear, Anger, Confused in a not-really language he shouldn’t be able to understand.

“What’s going on?” Ethan’s asking once he’s woken up by screaming and being kicked in the face off of Isaac, while Kira is trying her best not to pile the same question on after being essentially thrown onto the grass.

“He had a nightmare,” Scott replies, looking at Isaac and expressing for him to let go, leaving him to sit there with a panting, growling, terrified Stiles in his lap. His best friend is shaking and sweating and panting as he sprawls his legs out and buries his face in Scott’s chest.

“Who’s growling?” Kira, who doesn’t understand the growls for what they are but recognizes that they mean something different to the wolves than they do to her, finds herself looking around at all three of them in search of who it is that sounds like they’re about to go to war.

“Stiles,” Isaac sounds just as breathless as Scott did, if a bit more confused than panicked, “He’s…”

“Terrified,” Ethan finishes.

Stiles doesn’t remember waking up from his nightmare the next morning, and Scott helps him count his fingers until he calms down.

II.

None of the wolves bring it up to Stiles.

Ethan tries, and he almost does, he starts the conversation but then the bell rings for class and Stiles doesn’t care enough to try and figure out what he was so concerned about.

Scott and Isaac can pretend that it was a one-time thing. It’s not some new supernatural terrifying thing where maybe the bite to Void transferred to Stiles somehow. It’s not.

(It isn’t. Stiles has been able to understand the wolves from day one. His running theory is it’s either something to do with being around them so much (No. Because Allison couldn’t. Why can he?), or it’s because of his autism or something that means an alternative form of communication is easier to read.)

It happens again during class. Not in such a similar way, but still noteworthy nonetheless.

There’s a surprise fire drill happening that day. Scott knew Stiles was already having a bad sensory day, even if neither of them brought it up. Knew in the way he jerked away from touch, in the way he flinched at every loud noise and covered his ears when Coach started yelling.

When the alarm rings, the noise that Stiles makes from his seat right beside Scott sounds like a wounded wolf, and it means that he zeroes in on his friend instead of the fact he should be standing and leaving the classroom in a line.

It means that he doesn’t listen to the teacher as he does a head count, because he’s too busy rushing toward Stiles and pulling him down onto the floor where he knows he’ll be more comfortable.

It means he barely hears the way the class shuffles out without them after the teacher yelled at them and neither so much as looked at him, because Scott was too busy helping cover Stiles’s ears and listening to the tiny, wolf-like whimpers that he shouldn’t be able to make so cleanly.

Those whimpers turn into growls of Hurts, Help, Stop, Pain when his hands get free thanks to Scott, flapping so hard he occasionally hits himself or the werewolf covering his ears from the alarms. A pained growl always comes after he hits, something closer to Sorry, Hurts, Scared than anything else, like he’s directing it at Scott.

They sit like that for a while, somewhere down the line Scott started growling back, trying to communicate Helping, Love you, Calm down, on the off chance that Stiles can somehow understand it.

When the alarms finally shut off and the lights stop flashing, Stiles slumps down, and then slowly falls forward against Scott. His head hits the alpha’s chest with a thump, and it’s followed by a quiet Sorry, Thank you, Good now growl.

Scott doesn’t stop himself from answering with a You’re Welcome, Happy, Safe, and pretends it doesn’t terrify him when it makes Stiles relax.

III.

Derek Hale has seen a lot of things.

He’s experienced a lot of things.

A human that can understand and mimic werewolf not-language, though?

He hasn’t seen that.

And yet here’s Stiles, holding a full conversation with him without him saying so much as a word.

It’s been twenty minutes. Sure, Stiles is talking a lot, but when he pauses he turns and he looks at Derek, and if he doesn’t get what he’s looking for his brows will scrunch up until Derek makes some sort of noise.

And then he’ll just respond, like those noises were words!

It’s… weird.

It’s a good weird?

Derek doesn’t know how to feel. He’s never seen this before, but it’s nice to not have to talk when he doesn’t want to. When he can just communicate in the way that actually comes naturally to him as a born werewolf.

Even if it’s nice, he still wants to know how. How does this completely human teenager understand werewolf not-language like it’s a verbal conversation?

IV.

Isaac doesn’t get it.

But it sure is helpful, when he’s waking up from a nightmare and straight into a flashback and Stiles is the only other person awake to calm him down. When he only comes out of it because suddenly Stiles is mimicking a growl he’s only ever heard Scott make that means Stop! Calm down!

It drags him mentally kicking and screaming back to the dark room that is Stiles’s bedroom (Sue him for being nervous about leaving the previously void-possessed human in their pack friend group alone again. Especially knowing he still has night terrors.)

“How did you do that?” is the first thing he says, breathless and confused but slightly calmed down.

Stiles, from where he’s in front of Isaac now that they’ve both more-or-less fallen to the floor, gives him a confused look, “What? What’d I do? I just kinda panicked because you weren’t really responding other than trying to hit me and screaming, so.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal. Isaac assumes it’s because he does the same thing.

“You growled at me,” Isaac breathes, “And it sounded like Scott.”

“Hey, Deaton?”

Scott figured that today might as well be the day he asks somebody else.

Well, he did ask Derek a week or so ago, but he had no idea and clearly didn’t care all that much. So, Deaton it was.

“Yes, Scott?”

“Is it possible for a human to learn and mimic werewolf, uh, language?”

Deaton paused in the injection he was giving the dog on their table, looking up at him with scrunched brows, “Is this about Stiles?”

“Uh, Sorta?”

“No, as far as I know, a human cannot learn nor mimic werewolves,” Deaton allows, turning his attention back to the dog, “It is one of the many downsides to letting a human be part of your pack.”

“But he’s doing it, Deaton,” Scott sighs, running a hand through his hair, “Isaac said he copied one of my growls to calm Isaac down, he keeps growling when he’s stressed or scared and I don’t know how he’s doing it.”

“Perhaps, the bite to the Nogitsune?” Deaton offers, “That was a situation unlike any I’ve seen before, it could’ve had unforeseen consequences.”

“How would that make him able to growl like an alpha?”

“...It wouldn’t.”

“Great, so you can’t help either.”

VI. (+1)

Over the last while, Stiles has realized what he’s been doing. Mostly through Isaac and his dad, who seemed very confused when a nonverbal Stiles started growling at him to tell him Fine, Tired because werewolf is easier than human.

(Werewolf shouldn’t be easier than human. He’s a human, he’s content being a human, so why is it easier to act like a werewolf?)

It’s another nonverbal day, actually, where it all really comes to head. One day where Stiles wakes up and it feels like his joints had been bathed in a concrete mixture while he slept, and like speaking will mean he gets his vocal cords ripped out.

(It’s anxiety-inducing, to even think of talking. To think of making any human-like noise, which is why it’s still weird that he’s making wolf-like noises instead. Whenever everything else feels like too much, he turns into a perfect mimic of his best friend.)

But he still has to go to school, even if he can’t talk and he’ll probably shut down at the first sign of relief. He’s missed too much with all the supernatural problems that he’ll get held back if he misses too much more.

So he drags himself out of bed and out of the house, into his jeep, and through the school doors. Scott’s at their lockers when he shows up, borderline dressed in pajamas. (Jeans were too much and he couldn’t find a shirt that felt right, only the t-shirt he slept in that was soft and overworn would work. He threw on sweatpants and pretended it wasn’t sleepwear.)

He greets his friend, bag half hanging from his locker so he can pick out what he needs for class. Stiles growls in response, Hello, Tired, Happy, it says, even when Scott turns at him with those wide, confused eyes he always gets when Stiles does things like this.

Stiles can’t bring himself to care today. He’s just so tired.

Sick? Worried, Scott responds, shutting his locker quieter than he usually does like he’s expecting it to throw Stiles into a loop.

He stares at his bag for a long minute, trying to think of how to respond. He doesn’t think there’s a werewolf not-language equivalent to what he wants to say, but he tries anyways, Tired, Healthy, Sleepy, and then shuts his locker.

“Are you guys growling at each other?” Lydia’s seemingly always judging voice greets, appearing behind Stiles, “Did you get into a fight or something?”

“Or something,” Scott replies, still staring at his painfully human best friend, who’s holding himself like he did when he was having night terrors every night. His shoulders hunched, head hung low, there are bags under his eyes and he looks like there isn’t a single thought in his head beyond tired.

(Scott and Lydia both pretend it doesn’t scare them to see his face so blank. Only the Nogitsune held his face like that, Stiles always has some sort of expression. A hint of anything emotional. But instead, he’s staring right through Scott’s boots with his lips in a straight line.)

Go, Home, Work, he growls, and Scott can’t help but laugh at the mishmash of English logic applied to Werewolf not-language.

“Seriously, how is he doing that?” Lydia points at the now-leaving Stiles, but Scott just shrugs.

“We haven’t figured it out, Deaton thought it might’ve been the bite I gave the Nogitsune but he mimicked one of my growls at Isaac, so,” he sighs, “No idea. I’ll see you in class, Lydia.”

…

Stiles agreed when Scott asked him to come along to a ‘pack meeting’. He looked confused, if only for a moment before the tired, autistic emotionless appearance returned, but followed the werewolf anyways.

He still wasn’t talking. At least he hasn’t shut down yet.

The park is where they end up, the park that has trash all over it and is too overgrown for anybody except the weird kids to go to. Most of them steer clear when their pack is there, some still-human instinct to avoid matter they don’t belong in.

Stiles hasn’t ever experienced that feeling. Maybe it’s because this is his pack, even if he is human.

When they’re all sat on that stupid picnic blanket Isaac bought as a joke because Stiles complained about the grass one too many times, Scott addresses them all.

Stiles didn’t realize this meeting was going to be about him. If he had, he wouldn’t have come. He’s cutting Scott off to say Upset, Tired, Stop, before he can get more than five words out.

He’s still too tired to care about the way they all turn and look at him.

“That’s what I wanted to talk about,” Scott says, gesturing toward him, “Stiles is still human, but he’s… somehow figured out how to understand and communicate like a wolf.”

“Yeah, but I thought we already knew this?” Isaac raises a hand, glancing between his alpha and Stiles.

(Stiles isn’t really listening, eyes trained on a random spot on the blanket, one knee pulled up to his chest with his hands tapping out a rhythm onto the knee.)

“Yes, but apparently Stiles didn’t know until recently, so I thought I’d make sure we were all on the same page. This is also an official way of saying that he’s part of the pack.”

Ethan is the only one to double-check this. To feel for the pack bond. To look for that connection he’s lucky to feel with Scott and Isaac.

He finds it.

Pack, Ethan growls.

Pack, Stiles responds, even though he doesn’t look up. He’s starting to shut down, but growling is still easier than words, Tired.

Home.

Scott lets Ethan be the one to take him home on the back of his bike, and if the werewolf stays with his human pack member to make sure he’s okay, then that’s his business.

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lostindramas · 2 years ago

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I finally finished Connect and I have to say that I never knew that 40 minutes could be so long

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Every episode felt like forever and I cant believe I watched all six of it

Overall : 6.5/10 (and I'm being nice here)

Casting/acting: 8

Story: 6 (it was predictable, everyone was hella dumb and the drama had more plot holes than a swiss cheese)

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Conclusion:

It'll definitely have a second season, with some luck they'll cancel it and use the money in something better

Those actors deserved a better drama but I get them accepting it bc it would be an opportunity to play smt different and show they can do more than romcom

Some extra thoughts (mostly about the last episode) in no order:

Basically we had 2 serial killers, bc that girl was killing everyone;

By the end she got a giant to be her attack dog and they obviously were hinting about him being a first generation of the connects that were a lot less refined and didn't go "right"

The guy that had his head ripped off and his body kept moving and gesturing was a really wtf moment

The main guy going to meet the serial killer where he told him to go, without help, without a plan and full of confidence even tho he was proven to be really easy to get unconscious was beyond stupid... ok big guy, u're unkillable but he's obviously smarter, more prepared and willing to do anything necessary to have what he wants and he wants u as his new toy and u know it

The eye not coming back to the main even tho he got close to the serial killer a bunch of times in the last episode was so stupid... Like we already know he doesn't need to be even conscious, or alive, for things to comeback to him (like when he was all open and dead in the doctor's table and everything just fixed itself) and it should have comeback in the first time they got close and the serial killer got his face hella close when he was poisoning him... The eye should have got through the mask right there, but no let's wait for the end of the episode bc we want to drag this

The healing process not having any time consistency and just going wtv would work in the scene was soooo stupid

The last bit with the tentacles coming out of the people who had parts transplanted was so obvious and everyone knew it was coming and it was purely a new season opening opportunity... but please just end it there, LET IT DIE! no one needs more of this story

The pharmaceutical industry being the one to have created the connects was not original but them having enough budget and balls to send several helicopters to go after them in the city was smt... The scene of the helicopters coming from under the top of the building was pretty much a rip off of the scenes of military trying to get the people they tested on back, of every american shows where someone got powers

The entire drama was bullshit but the drawings were pretty

And lastly:

The tentacles thing will be in my nightmares I'm sure

#connect #kdrama #long post #opinion #this post is good?#no #but no one will read it and i like to get it out of my chest

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piratekenway · 1 year ago

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I had. A THOUGHT.

before they all separate, wishing each other luck (with Jacob and Evie hugging a bit and Evie making Jacob promise that he will be VERY careful) I like to think Shay finally pulls Arno off to the side. asks him who he is, really—he and Haytham knew de la Serre. the man had a daughter and not a son. Arno admits that he’s not a de la Serre, save perhaps in the wanting: he and Elise were together. were close. he loved her and she him. and her father was the closest thing he had to one as well, after someone left his father’s corpse in Versailles.

Shay does not say he’s sorry. he’s certain Arno would throw hands if he did. he does, however, prepare to flex his fingers, pull out his hidden blade.

Arno just looks at him, flatly, and says something that catches Shay off his guard: “I’m not going to kill you, Cormac,” he says. “don’t misunderstand me. a significant part of me wants you fucking dead, and it will never be satisfied so long as you live.”

“it would be difficult,” says Shay, “to satisfy such a part of yourself, considering.”

“it would be,” says Arno. “so I won’t even bother to try feeding it. you...” he pauses, lets out a breath. “you are dead. you, Shay Cormac, in the real world, have long since died. so have I. so have the rest of us here. we’re all just—data in the shape of people’s memories. so it’s not worth it anyway. and besides, I...”

Shay watches him for a moment, this Assassin who used to be a young boy playing with a little redheaded girl in the gardens. “you what?” he prompts.

“Elise died for her vengeance,” says Arno. “I tried to save her. then I tried to kill Germain before he could kill her. each time I never even came close. it took me so long and so many tries to realize...she was never going to stop. not even for me. revenge took her and killed her and she let it happen, and I’m sick of it. I’m sick and tired of it.” he runs a hand through his hair, dark like his father’s. “I hate you. I will never forgive you for what you’ve done to me.”

“I’m not asking for your forgiveness,” says Shay. “I would have to feel like I did something wrong in the first place.” still—he feels something, all right, speaking with Charles Dorian’s son. something that makes him unsteady on his feet.

“good,” says Arno. “but I’m not going to kill you, because there are bigger and more important things at stake here than me and you and my hatred. and because, quite frankly, I heard you when you saw that thing with your face.” his eyes are steely when they meet Shay’s. “is that what you want to become? is that the path you want to tread? do you want to prove me and Abstergo right?”

and that’s what stays in Shay’s head. is that what you want to become?

so it’s Shao Jun, Shay, and Ezio walking into Abstergo. Shao Jun is keeping a wary eye on Shay, bc Ezio’s pretty hell-bent on finding Desmond and therefore someone has to watch his back bc there’s a known traitor in their presence and she frankly doesn’t trust this Shay not to stab them all in the back somehow. she doesn’t trust Haytham Kenway either, but Edward’s grandson vouched for him and Aveline vouched for Connor. Shao Jun trusts Aveline, so.

god she misses Aveline already.

what they find when they get to Desmond’s cell in Abstergo is...uh. apparently nothing? but then they go into Eagle Vision and are HIGHLY DISTURBED by all of Clay’s notes, written in, y’know, his blood. and Desmond has added a few just for them. well, just for Ezio, really: meet me in the parking lot.

they book it down to the parking lot, where Desmond and Lucy are fighting off Abstergo’s men. cue rip-roaring action scene and Shay at one point realizing he has a clear line of sight on Ezio with Shao Jun busy ramming her footblade into a man’s chin before he whips around to fight off an Abstergo goon with the rest of them. (Arno’s voice, once again, the steely eyes: do you want to prove me and Abstergo right? he does not need or want Arno’s forgiveness, but—the way that the antivirus had looked. the sheer hatred in his eyes. had the Templars he’d helped build up forgotten Lisbon? had he?)

(he pretends he does not notice the way Desmond looks at him and smiles, just that little bit.)

Lucy gets in the car. Desmond watches her for a long moment. “she put me in the trunk when this actually happened,” he says, nostalgic.

“you’re not going in the trunk, mio fratello,” says Ezio. “I’m sure we can all cram in the back and you can...ah, what’s the term these days?”

“ride shotgun?” Desmond says.

“that,” says Ezio.

Shao Jun crams herself in between Shay and Ezio. “for insurance,” she says.

“hey, don’t worry,” says Desmond, “there’s actually two Templars in this car right now. pretty sure neither of them want to hurt us.” and he jerks a thumb at Lucy, who glitches a little as she looks up and asks, “what was that?”

“nothing,” he says, “Bleeding Effect, go, floor it.”

they don’t reach the warehouse. they reach Monteriggioni, but not the one of Ezio’s memories: the one of Desmond’s, with electric lights and cars parked places and the Villa Auditore standing on the hill, well-maintained for a long-abandoned villa. they all get out, and while Lucy jogs up to meet with Rebecca and Shaun, Desmond and Ezio walk towards the villa, look up at it. (Shao Jun and Shay stay with the car and awkwardly try not to look at each other.) Ezio puts his hand on a pillar and breathes out, slowly, softly.

“five hundred years and this is still standing,” he says. “I can hardly believe it.”

“the Auditore are not dead,” says Desmond, distantly, and Ezio recalls his own voice saying that, so long ago. “we’re still here. the Brotherhood is still here. and so long as we are, we’ll fight.”

Ezio looks at him then. “how did you end up here?” he asks.

so Desmond tells him: the whole bloody mess of it. says, at some point, a little half-laughing, that it’s probably kind of a let-down, right? sorry that I’m the guy you’re the Prophet of.

Ezio: don’t be sorry. you saved the world, did you not? Desmond: I’m hoping I did. I’m not always sure. there was this whole mess last year, Edward might know, it involved his memories. I did what I knew to be the right thing at the time, and I still do think that, I just... Ezio: it’s like you said. so long as we are here, we’ll fight back—whether it’s the Templars or this Juno.

Desmond smiles. fading into gold already, as Ezio pushes the door open—

—and he, Shao Jun, and Shay find themselves tumbling end over end into Animus Island.

Desmond’s there, asleep. this is the facet they’ve come to rescue, but the memory they need to wake him up is beyond that gate.

and so is Clay, who stands up, looks at all three of them, and says, “you guys too, huh? the memory you want’s that way, but it’s got a lock on it.” he nods to the sleeping Desmond, who’s cradling his hand. “good thing there’s three of you,” Clay continues, “because there’s three parts to unlocking it, all on this island. and you all better get moving.”

he nods to the data sea beyond them. is it just them, or is it...trembling?

“Frye and Dorian are buying you guys time.”

MEANWHILE

this is literally what’s happening with Arno, Jacob and Dionysus. I cannot emphasize how much fun Jacob is currently having with the grenade launcher. Dionysus has managed to get some security measures going and somewhere in the code has managed to dig up various other weapons, so, you know, they’re all set for the time being.

I wonder if you’ve ever thought about like, a glitch or a virus in the Animus accidentally causing all the playable ancestors to become self-aware and sentient. I kind of like the idea of them realizing they’re all essentially kinda stuck in the Animus servers and then banding together to essentially blow up Abstergo. hell, maybe Desmond is the reason why they’re all sentient, something about the Apple and the Eye started doing weird things to the samples they took from him so now the ancestors have to find his consciousness!

also I am ngl I think it would be very funny for them to occasionally be able to break into each other’s simulations for various purposes. Edward popping into the American Revolutionary War to say hi to his kid and grandkid. Jacob and Evie and Henry in Constantinople. Altaïr rolling around in the Caribbean, god help this poor non-swimmer.

(and maybe once they’ve gotten him out of wherever he’s been stashed Desmond can teach these guys how to like actually get into Abstergo’s servers and start ruining their lives?)

Ooooohhh, this would be fun and, considering which company Abstergo partnered with to develop the Animus games, this could have just as easily happened because bugs had always been part of the course when it concerned the games they have published.

It might have been a flaw in the Animus game console itself, simply because they had developed a ‘console’ that either didn’t require that the user be related to the genetic memory at all (which had been necessary to stabilize and synchronize with the memories) or they had included a ‘data set’ that includes the DNA origin to stabilize and synchronize with the memories (which meant that they were dealing with a setup they had not fully checked yet (considering Black Flag’s modern day setting was set in 2013 and was released before Rogue’s modern day setting in 2014, that would mean that their Animus iteration had to have been developed and send to Abstergo Entertainment with Sample 17’s data in a year or less).

Also, also, we have seen how ‘viruses’ can interact with the Abstergo games. Liberation’s secret ending which shows the ‘scenes’ that Abstergo tried to remove so that it seemed like Aveline joined the Templar Order in the end could only be accessed by finding a specific NPC in the game in various memory blocks.

So, in this scenario, the whole ‘non-canon character’ popping into other games could have happened during development BUT the Animus game they ship was meant to copy the memory blocks that research analysts got in development so those small inconsistencies could have happened during their breaks or flat-out during a time when no one was using the Animus at all.

The easter eggs (or some fans like to call them “too unrealistic and plain fanservice”) would be included in all the copies of their specific games those games only had minor tweaks to ensure they won’t crash (and have DRMs, I guess) and lesser time for Q&A because, let’s face it, they needed to cut costs somewhere before they were shipped off to ensure they had a yearly release.

It became just a normal part of the charm of these games and Abstergo is just going “Yes, it’s meant to show that we are all connected no matter how many centuries we are from one another!” but internally there are memos going “WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING???”.

Also, also…

We should set up some kind of timeline, I guess?

Because, as far as we can be sure, the only confirmed games that Abstergo Entertainment released are the following:

Liberations (based on Liberation with Aveline) - Prior to 2013

Pirates of Nightmares (based on Black Flag with Edward) - Around 2013 (also has a movie version called Devils of the Caribbean)

Note: We do not have any confirmation that they released any games based on Shay Cormac and, honestly, with how much Shay’s defection hinged on the power of the artifact (which they had probably had to cut out since they were going for ‘realism’), any games based on Rogue would probably need a lot of cuts and edits. They might have just, you know, given up on that in the end.

Buuuuutttt we have confirmation of these games as having been published prior to Arno Dorian’s memories being checked:

Not counting the three on the bottom which we don’t really have any information about, this means that we have confirmation that the following have been released (and, in Edward’s and Aveline’s case, this could have been a re-release ala HD remastered style which Liberation did get in the PS4 era):

Altaïr

Shao Jun

Ezio (also, it’s just sooo Abstergo to go for ‘Fear and Loathing in Florence’, a reference to AC2, but use Ezio’s Brotherhood robes… soooo like Abstergo to use the Brotherhood!Ezio model)

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Aveline

Edward

BUT then you also get

Jacques De Molay

Rodrigo Borgia

Haytham Kenway

This means that if you want the Animus servers' data to be sentient then you can make at least these three Templars sentient as well if you wish to add more conflict to the entire thing.

Now, if we keep the supposed release date with the idea that they released it as Aveline → Edward → Altaïr → Shao Jun → Ezio → Ratonhnhaké:ton → HD releases (or maybe Helix is meant to be a collection like the real-world example of Ezio Trilogy or Rebels Collection)

Then what can happen is that Aveline is the first one to ‘wake up’ and she finds herself in the Caribbean, waking up on Edward’s ship. She tries to ask where she is and her appearance caused Edward to snap out of the ‘Animus control’ and gain sentient.

Then they decide to try and find out where they are via the Jackdaw, sailing her beyond the supposed walls of this place they find themselves in.

It’s during their travels and checking the strange ports (imagine lots of glitching + the entire vibe of Animus Island back in Revelations with each map turned into an island so this means that landlocked maps like Florence and Monteriggioni are now islands) that they see an Assassin taking down a target at the port before running away. They give chase and that’s how they meet Altaïr in Acre docks. Their appearance snapped Altaïr into gaining sentient but not just that…

He remembers up to his death, unlike Aveline who remembers up to her wedding night and Edward who remembers up to a night with Tessa.

No.

Altaïr knows more about where they are than he should.

And that’s when he sees it.

A figure walking the streets of Acre, walking further and further away from them, clad in white that did not belong in his time.

Altaïr gives chase and the two followed him because Altaïr knows more than them, that was for sure.

Altaïr still loses him but he feels like he knows that figure… knows it’s a man and he’s important.

He points at Edward as he says, “Important to both of us.”

But he also knows the man isn’t here in the island composed of Altaïr’s memories anymore.

And Aveline and Edward get a crash course of who they truly are (digital construct of the memories of long-dead Assassins) and where they are. The where is more confusing because Altaïr uses words like “the Animus must always be online to connect to the servers”, “this is the server that has all the data of all researched and analyzed memories”, etc but Edward just summarized it as “prison created by Templars, right?”

“In a way.”

So they board the Jackdaw to try and find an exit and to find this supposed man that was important to Altaïr and Edward.

Along the way, they docked in a port that ends with them waking up Shao Jun as she’s running away from those hunting her. She remembered that this was the memory where her mentor told her to find Ezio Auditore and Altaïr thinks he knows the name.

“But I know of a different name for him as well… Prophet. He was… He was the prophet of that man.”

Shao Jun joins them and she recognized Florence so they docked there and they find Ezio who was looking for feathers.

Ezio stares at Altaïr for a moment then he stares behind Altaïr, his eyes going wild. Altaïr immediately knew what he was looking at he quickly turned around.

This time, the figure was running the rooftops of Florence and the two gave chase, making the rest run after them.

During the chase, Ezio shouts, “Desmond!” and the figure stopped and turned around.

Before they could see his face, a flock of birds flew between them, and the man was gone.

They reached where they last saw the man and Ezio recognized it.

This… was where he and Federico wished that their lives would not change… the day before Ezio’s entire life turned upside down.

With Ezio becoming part of their crew, Ezio had the same information as Altaïr. He knows who he is, where they are, and what they truly are.

But his memories end after seeing Altaïr’s remains underneath Masyaf.

And… he also has his Apple.

Altaïr sees the Apple and realized…

He opened his pouch and, yes…

He has an Apple as well.

So Ezio joined them too and they continue to sail Jackdaw. (If you’d like Adéwalé to be sentient as well even if we have no confirmation that Abstergo profited from his memories as well, this would be a good time to do it)

This time, they get into a naval combat with an unknown ship and Edward is enjoying himself. The ship was beautiful and whoever was in command knew what they were doing.

So Edward decided to ram it and they’d all pile onto the other ship. The crew wouldn’t be able to win against 5 Assassins after all.

But the moment they rammed the ship, both of their ships began to glitch just as they hear a man with a British accent shout, “How is it you came to captain a ship, given the way you sail?”

When the glitching stopped, the Jackdaw looked like it had absorbed the other ship, creating a new ship that seemed to be a merged version of the two.

And there was an Assassin on board that they didn’t know. An Assassin holding an Apple and… he was looking to their right.

Where a lone island filled with buildings taller than any towers they had ever seen could be seen just before the horizon.

The Assassin pointed at the island and turned to face Edward as he said, “He’s waiting for us there… grandfather.”

(If you want Haytham to gain sentient, he’s in the captain’s quarters and he’d open the door a few seconds later with a splitting headache, telling Ratonhnhaké:ton his sailing is shit then stop when he sees Edward. Cue awkward family reunion)

Other Unorganized Notes:

I’m sorry I couldn’t include Jacob, Evie, and Henry, nonny. :(

This was focused on the idea that the Abstergo servers mainly have data of the published ‘games’ while the memories still being researched are in another more secured private server.

Although, considering that Arno and the Frye twins were more ‘modified’ by the Assassins, maybe they could come in as a virus before Edward and the others meet Ratonhnhaké:ton. I think it would be a change of pace if Arno and the Fryes (with Jayadeep) know more than the ‘old guards’. Hell, they could say “We hitched a ride with the virus Erudito sent to find Sample 17 because the public noticed he always makes an appearance as an NPC in all the games so the Assassins think that he’s somewhere here.” “He’s not 17. His name is Desmond.” “Right, didn’t mean to offend anybody.”

#assassin's creed #squints at this. i'm v much hoping i got these people right bc i am an expert in syndicate and in black flag #'hey this is pretty sympathetic to shay' this is bc i am unfortunately a great big anakin skywalker stan #and shay reminds me of him #arno out here sick of the cycle of vengeance and it's prob exacerbated by the fact that he went back over and over #bc he just wanted to save her #oh buddy she was doomed the moment her father died. but at least it was on her terms #there's a lock on the memory of the grand temple bc like obviously it's.....like. the memory of his goddamn death #which is Traumatic #and Painful #in the meantime tho i like to think they have to solve something that's a combo of black flag's mayan stelae #and ii's puzzle glyphs #and god i badly want them to have to go through something that incorporates re2r's fucking chess puzzle #that was SUCH a painful goddamn puzzle #there was supposed to be angst but it's 11 pm.

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˗ˋˏ and i'm sitting on a bench at coney island wondering, where did my baby go? ˎˊ˗

summary: peter wasn't the only kid tony lost that day on titan (tony stark x female teen reader; implied peter parker x fem reader)

wc. 2.0k

a/n: so y/n's powers are similar to wanda bc its monday and i do not function on mondays. yes i added lyrics to this because I'm insane :) also, i know the lyrics are not in order but bear with me, and apologises in advance babes ♡

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Red, yellow, orange, black.

That’s all she could see.

Rockets were going off, red and gold ones to be specific.

This dumbass was going against the grape by himself.

“Go,” She heard Peter say. He shot a web to a incoming rock, re-directing it from one of the new space nerds they had met. She flicked her arm out and disintegrated it before it even came close to the two.

“Go I got this.” He said again.

“Stay out of the gravitational orbit will ya?” Y/N replied back, quickly. Knowing Peter was well capable of biting of only what he could chew. Sorta.

Better than Mr. T’s ability.

“I’m sorry I can’t remember anybody’s names,” She heard him say over the blood roaring in her ears. Thanos had ripped of Tony’s nano-tech mask, landing a hard blow on him.

Tony didn’t get back up.

Her arrival on ground caused a ripple under the planet’s surface. Small rocks and debris around her went up in disintegration. Her eyes glowing a soft white.

“Hands off,” She growled as she lifted herself back up in the air.

˗ˋ And when I got into the accident, The sight that flashes

before me was your faceˎˊ˗

Thanos was quicker, sending a blast of purple energy from the Power stone straight to where Y/N flew over head. Landing to punch.

The purple met white.

Y/N stayed with one arm outstretched, the other closer to her face. Generating whatever she could.

She’s seen Tony get pushed down, it never struck her. She always knew he’d get back up. This was different.

This was war.

Her hand closest to her began to move outward. One stream of energy keeping the Power stone’s abilities away from her, while she sent a second stream right toward the infinity gauntlet.

The gold closest to his elbow began to deteriorate.

Thanos tilted his head in confusion. How the hell was that working?

That’s when purple started to win, Y/N’s hands beginning to shake from the strain.

Thank Thor above Tony had been watching as he prepared to strike.

The purple was gone almost immediately as a flash of red and gold flew by her. That’s when the blue hit, the Space stone. Moving her forcefully across the face of the planet.

“Somethings happening,” she heard someone say. She was too disoriented to put the voice to a name. Not that she would’ve remembered, shed met these space geeks less than hours ago.

She was too far away from the group to see what exactly what the voice was referring to. She crawled onto her legs on hands and knees, wobbling over, and holding her side. Her temple was bleeding, lip cut, arm probably fractured from the impact of Thanos hitting her with the Space stone. Most of her body had absorbed the energy, but it still hurt like hell.

She stumbled on her way to the group, just a handful of meters away.

Except there was no group anymore. Just the woman with the cool hand, and Tony. But Tony was kneeling over someone.

“I’m sorry,”

No.

She didn’t need superpowers or FRIDAY to tell her whose voice was that. His voice would forever be engraved in her mind, her soul.

What happened to him?

What happened to him.

Anger flooded through her, as it always did. She looked around for the Titan, for Strange, for anyone else there.

Why did everyone leave?

She looked at her shaky hands.

Did I do this?

Oh God.

This was me, wasn’t it.

I finally messed up.

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Tony turned around, eyes blank as he looked at the ashes on his hands.

His kid’s ashes.

Shit.

The kids.

Y/N was staggering over to him. Horror in her eyes as she darted from her hands, to around her, back to her hands.

“Tony?” She whispered.

Not you please not you too.

Part of him didn’t want to move, he didn’t know if he could save her. He lost one please let Y/N not be another.

He got up anyway, swaying unsteadily under the floor of an already unsteady planet.

Tony reached his arms out to grab her. To keep her there with him. . He lost one, please let Y/N not be another.

But Y/N didn’t fall into his arms like Peter did.

She just stood there.

He held onto her shoulders.

“Kid-, “ He said quietly looking down at the girl he considered his daughter.

Y/N’s hand stayed connected to her stomach, like if she moved she would hurt him even more than he already was. She kept her eyes flickering side to side from his.

She put her hand on his face.

Tony wanted to say something. To comfort her? To keep her there? To tell her not to go? To tell her she should’ve stayed home with her stupid muffin she was so excited to eat that morning.

“Never let them take your heart,”

He had to watch her disappear into dust, her eyes closed right before…

He crumbled under the disappearance of the weight right next to him.

They lost. But Tony didn’t know what hurt more. Because he didn’t just “lose”.

He felt like he died that day too. On that stupid orange planet.

And he felt, like he died split in two.

•────────⎊────────────•

3 Weeks Later

Grass.

That was the first thing Tony saw as Nebula helped him down the stairs of the Bentar. He previously saw a figure running toward them.

Of course it had to be the Captain himself.

Neither recognized the fact in that they hadn’t seen each other since the brutal fight in Siberia. For a moment they were just Tony and Steve. Not Iron Man and Captain America.

Friends.

“Couldn’t stop him.” Was the first words Tony uttered.

“Neither could I.” Steve followed immediately afterword, supporting Tony as much as he could.

“Hang on,” Barley a whisper. Tony hated the words that came out of his mouth next. He’s been dreading it for weeks. God how he wished somedays aboard that ship he could’ve died with them.

“I lost the kids,”

“Oh, Tony we lost.”

Pepper ran into Tony’s arms, taking his attention away from Steve. Giving him a moment to realize what just happened.

Sure the super soldier’s reflexes and quick thinking was fast. But this threw him completely off his course.

What the hell did Tony mean by ‘the kids’?

Sure the Spider-Boy that went missing with Tony in New York, and…

Oh God. No.

…

A few hours later…

“You’re new blood we need you.” He pointed at Carol as he unsteadily walked over to where Steve stood, holding onto the table now and then for support.

“I said, ‘we'd lose’. You said, ‘We'll do that together too.’ And guess what, Cap? We lost. And you weren't there. But that's what we do, right? Our best work after the fact? We're the Avengers, we're the Avengers. Not the Prevengers”

Rhodey finally cut in. “Okay.”

“Right?”

“You made your point. Just sit down.” His friend told him, hands on his arms.

Tony mumbled an okay, but Stark’s never stay quite.

Y/N wouldn’t, he thought. “Nah, nah. Here's my point. You know what?”

“Tony, you're sick.” Rhodey could hardly be heard over the rush of adrenaline that went through Tony.

Tony looked over to the new blonde standing silently in the corner. “She's great, by the way.”

“Sit down. Sit.”

“We need you. You're new blood. Bunch of tired old mules. You’re new blood we need you.” He pointed at Carol as he unsteadily walked over to where Steve stood holding onto the table now and then for support. Right in front of his face, hushing down to a venomous tone.

“I got nothing for you, Cap! I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar.”

The old friends just gaze at each other. Steve looking affected by Tony's words.

“You know Steve, the las thing she ever said to me? Never let them take your heart.”

Tony rips his Arc Reactor from his chest and shoves it into Steve's hand

“It’s too bad I’m giving it. You find him, and you put that on. You hide.”

Tony falls to the ground. Steve is by his side and everyone is starting to gather.

“Tony!”

“I’m fine. I...”

Tony falls into a heap, unconscious.

No one needed magical powers to know damn well who he was talking about.

•───────⎊─────────────•

5 Months Later

It’s October 21.

It was supposed to be a party.

He had hiding a box of streamers and banners and deflated balloons in the lab for weeks.

Not even mentioning the closet full of papers for guest lists, and different planned out days on crumbled pieces of paper.

The invitations were ready to be sent.

Pepper had gone out of her way to pick a dress for her.

He looked out to the morning sunrise on the hard wooden bench. He had told Pepper he was going on a run.

Pepper knew, Tony never ran a day in his life. But after losing Y/N, she lost a piece of Tony herself. Not even mentioning the own hole it left in her heart. In her home.

Tony had fallen asleep to the thought of birthday cake last night. Maybe it was the nightly delusions kicking in. A blanket was placed over him. He just wanted to go back to that dream, only being held less than a couple months ago. A life that felt so long ago.

He woke up groggy that morning. Rubbing his hair as he placed one foot in front of the other in the hallway. He had a little too much to drink last night at his “surprise” birthday party Pepper had thrown for him. Unlucky for her, FRIDAY knows everything.

“God you people are so loud,” He heard a voice whisper from a few feet around the corner. Shhh’s followed. He knew that voice.

In the softest voices possible for an hungover Sunday, “Happy birthdays!” were exclaimed.

˗ˋˏ You standing in the hallway with a big cake, Happy

birthday ˎˊ˗

Y/N at the center of the little group, comprised of, Peter, Happy, and Pepper.

“Happy birthday to you,” They whispered through smiling faces.

“Happy birthday to you,” God how much did he have to drink that night?

“Happy birthday dear Mr. T,”

“Tony,”

“Mr. Stark,”

The cake read, ‘Halfway to Senior Citizen!’ in the messiest handwriting Tony has ever seen on a cake.

“Happy birthday to you!”

He told himself he didn’t deserve this. This makeshift group of friends. Any yet Tony thought to himself, these were no longer just his friends.

They were family.

“It’s-its bullshit I’ve even come to this but. God, kid I had to-I had to be the one to tell you.” He stuttered as he spoke, his hand running down his face.

“If you’re still there, knowing you, you’ve probably already sorted through all of my stuff,”

He pulled out a white envelope from the inside of his athletic jacket. The sides were torn and worn, illustrating just how many times Tony thought of burning it.

He ripped open the white flap gently. His hands shook while he did. Deep down it hurt, even more than usual, because he knew he was never supposed to be the one opening this. He was supposed to be watching from across the couch where you were supposed to be. Sitting “criss-cross-applesauce” you always said in that stupid sing-song voice. Opening all of dozens of birthday presents—making up for the time you never got to.

He blames himself, for he’s the reason you will never get another candle on a birthday cake.

A bead of water landed on the paper, causing a smudge of black ink to run along the letters.

Anthony Edward Stark, Virginia Potts

Custody of Y/N Y/L/N

“Happy birthday kid.”

˗ˋˏ I’m on a bench in Coney Island, wondering

Where did my baby go? ˎˊ˗

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hello my friends! i promise i'm not dead, just math sucks and makes me wait to di--you get the point. if you haven't pieced it together already i am very much a swiftie, so much of my work will be inspired/be incorporated with mother's song of some sort. if you've made it this far i love you.

i will be making a taglish fyi ! lmk if you would like to be added ˙ᵕ˙

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#yeah okay im sorry for this one #...yeah not really LMAOO #tony stark x platonic!reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #avengers #marvel

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