#but MAN i'm bummed that it won't be for a while yet!!!!!!!!!

[midnite-c6]

WAIIT you should write namgyu and myunggi!! I love that broke bum baby daddy

i support this motion. first thing i thought of when i watched ep. 2

⊂⁠*⁠.⁠✧ you're myung-gi's "one and only", but oh no! looks like he's willing to do some teamwork on you...

warnings: 18+, DARK CONTENT, hate sex, double penetration, threesome, mysoginistic!nam-gyu & myung-gi x fem!reader, degradation, rough, noncon || ∆

⊂*⁠.⁠✧ myung-gi promises you, with all his heart, he'd find you. to compensate for whatever absence he had made you feel in the past, to compensate the love that he had neglected you of. but maybe you're the piece of shit one! for not accepting his apologies. for not forgiving him and letting him love you. for not letting him use you again.

it was cut-throat— two simple directions. he'd kill one person to pass, then he'd be running straight back to protect you. you said that he shouldn't, that he should fucking leave you alone because you can handle yourself. deep down, you are waiting for him. unbeknownst to you though, the drug addict offered up a proposal to team-up with myung-gi! two unstoppable forces. maybe this really shows what myung-gi's morality's truly like, he was destined to be partnered up with people like nam-gyu.

myung-gi was quiet most of the time, only breaking his silence by saying something useful. nam-gyu on the otherhand was unbearably talkative, "hey, man, you tryin' to find your girl?" myung-gi knows better than to respond. nam-gyu would nudge his shoulders, "you are. figures, she alone?" there's nothing meaningful to reply to that, nam-gyu doesn't care, he'll continue to talk and talk and talk, tilting his head to the side, curious-like...

"she's cute. really cute. perky tits, glossy eyes." myung-gi freezes, adjusting his knife to threaten nam-gyu's neck. "don't fucking dare," nam-gyu has no dignity left in him anymore, doesn't even show any sense of fear. "when's the last time you complimented her? maybe that's why ya’ two aren't gettin' along-" "i said fuck. off." the blade of his sword would touch the other guy's neck. nam-gyu pouts, whining in a mocking tone: "aww, but that's what's happening, right? i heard you two fightin', she doesn't wanna be with you, bro."

myung-gi stops walking, stops doing anything altogether, furrowed brows and a heart full of burden. was it wrong to think you were such a bitch? he was doing everything for you! "you're mad." nam-gyu snickers, "yeah, i am. fucking frustrated she won't get me."

"we can get her back, you know?" "what do you mean we?"

"we, take our anger out on her, works like a charm." he doesn't acknowledge myung-gi's question, "that bitch pisses me off too much, talks about how i'm crazy. she's crazy for not letting you help her— stupid, even." while myung-gi gives ideas for better teamwork ethic in hide and seek, nam-gyu gives the best ideas for shit like this. "i was kinda thinkin' of... hm... putting her in her place?"

"it wouldn't be that hard, i don't think... you've already gotten her knocked up!" he adds as he giggles to himself, like that was the most intellectual statement in the world. it takes everything not to shove the knife he was holding right through his chest, but myung-gi was easy to convince, to corrupt, maybe you do need to be put in your place.

when you hide by yourself, not looking to run into anyone but myung-gi, you find a small room with colorful drawings painted all over the walls. this was the best thing you could do, running constantly would only make you tired. though, after a few minutes, you hear nam-gyu's voice in the distance, player 124, someone you know you should stay away from. your breath hitches, hand covering your mouth so you wouldn't make a single sound, yet, you also hear myung-gi's voice. myung-gi! maybe he'd be able to save you from nam-gyu!

myung-gi pushes the door open, seeing you eye to eye. his expression softens for a second, before glaring at you, remembering what he wants to do. he slowly walks inside, looking down at you, with an unfamiliar look on his face. "i... myung-gi... careful, i heard nam-gyu's just right down-" nam-gyu would step in, ironically, speaking of the devil. "me? awh, she's thinking of me." myung-gi would grab the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer to him.

"what the- myung-gi." you call out, "you taking drugs too?" nam-gyu would take the hit from the comment, speaking just a few feet away from you, "that all you can say? you're so shallow... jeez... what a woman."

"shush, can you listen to me for once?" myung-gi reasons, but you were so stubborn! "what? what do you want from me again, myung-gi?" "you're fucking ungrateful." he pins you against the wall, two men who have knives were apparently teaming up on you, what else were you supposed to do???

"myung-gi- what are you doing-" he fake-pouts, like how you do whenever he asks for forgiveness. "oh? so now you wanna act weak? you've been tellin' me all this time that you can handle yourself." nam-gyu slides right behind you, "fuuck, tell her, bro!" hands immediately sliding underneath your shirt and on-top of your chest. you yelp. "myung-gi! he's—" he shushes you. "take off her clothes," nam-gyu would immediately do as he was told, he was also the one benefiting from it anyway. "you. don't say a word, unless i tell you to, copy that?" "what the fuck, myung-gi!" he'd grip your jaw, "can't your little brain follow orders? don't speak. simple." "or you die...!" the one behind you adds, you could only whine in response.

with your clothes lying on the floor, you feel filthy, for being sandwiched by the two men, one you barely even know, naked. "she likes this," he looks you in the eye, like he knows what you're going through and makes fun of you. "don't you?" myung-gi smiles, revelling in your defeat. you're not sure if you should respond to that or not. "she's making that face, means she's into this, disgusting shit like this." nam-gyu would gasp in amazement, smiling as he continues to grope your tits and occasionally flicking your clit. "really? told you. told you i'm an expert at what women like."

"myung-gi, please-" "you'll get what i can give you. no more special shit. i've been offering you everything and you're taking it all for granted. you should know by now you're gonna get what i choose to give you." it seems he was done, so genuinely pissed off at how you were treating him, despite how he was treating you just as bad and if not worse! you should stay away from self-absorbed men, but fuck, did a dick feel good. you'd probably get pregnant right now if you weren't already.

so there you were: the father of your child right infront of you, dick sliding in a rhythm inside your shamefully throbbing pussy, trying to match nam-gyu's pace. his left hand still gripping your jaw to look at him and only him. you whine with tears staining your cheeks, looking up at myung-gi like you were sorry. maybe occasionally looking at nam-gyu. "don't look at that jerk, or i'll make this harder for you." his other hand presses against your lower stomach, he knows you liked that. that's why he got you knocked up in the first place.

nam-gyu's warm breath would tickle against your skin, licking the back of your ear, "don't listen to him- he doesn't treat you right— ain't that correct?" nam-gyu's dick also filling up your other hole was too overstimulating, you weren't used to this at all, the way they coaxed you. both his hands were leaving prints on your ass and waist. "don't- fucking- mess with us, with your silly words," "the only thing sweet about you is your holes. sweetheart." that fucking lunatic's laugh ringing in your ear, you didn't wanna moan because a drug addict was fucking you senseless. or because a drug addict and your supposed husband was fucking you at the same time.

"please- i- myung-gi, forgive me...hn..!" it was so hard to speak without doing it though, moaning would mean they felt good, they felt amazing. that they'd be motivated to go on and on... "keep on begging, fuck, you- you're fucking heartless, for making me so stressed and worried about you-" they both continue to thrust and thrust, unstoppable, with all the adrenaline of murder and sex, they could go for hours if the game didn't have a time limit! "yeah... you shouldn't... treat your boyfriend like that- fuck, you're so tight-" "m'sorry- i'm really sorry.. myung-gi.. nam-gy-" myung-gi slaps your mouth, "not him. don't forget who you belong to." "i'm sorry!" you whimpered out. he's suddenly turned all strict on you... :(

you'd guess they had this all figured out, you don't know when they did. when you'd check the timer, there was still 20 minutes left! 20. long. minutes.

"for now on you're gonna be a good little tool for us until the finale..., we'll take it as an apology." "for- for us?" "me and him. i think two dicks’ just enough for a slut like you."

ts is sum freakshit . ✓✓✓ is it me or when myung-gi got meaner he got hotter. like THAT'S whats wrong with me. & dae-ho too... WHO SAID THAT

[selffagellation]

i gotta say it. i am REALLY bummed that i'm gonna miss out on the sleep token concert :( tickets are sold out and the resale ones are just. unreasonable. i know they'll PROBABLY circle around again because they're very popular and i'm sure they can milk some more money out of the US, but i'm actively sad that i can't go this time.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

watchin point break cause my homies ( @thedeitywhoplayedwithbricks n @neufer ) recommended it n theyre never wrong🙂‍↕️ (first half)

PATRICK SWAYZE N KANEU REEVES?? insane crossover I dunno WHY but they don't feel like they overlap GARY BUSEY? damn this shit is STAR STUDDED

guys this movie is so long. n my attention span is so short.

is that true? LA is the bank robbery capital of the WORLD? huh I guess that sounds right

'young dumb n full of cum' HATED that line delivery EOUGH

where is Patrick swayze <3 where's my guy huh

'they saddle me with some blue flamer quarterback PUNK' 'the shit they pull huh' 'YEAH' 'hey here's your guy' Pappas, Angelo Pappas' 'punk. quarterback punk' HA ok I giggled

THATS PATRICKS VOICE I KNOW IT

ok dressin as the president's is actually kinda funny 'we've been screwin ya for years so a few more seconds of your time won't hurt!' they kinda ate that up

I know they WANT me to. but I am NOT rooting for cops against Patrick swayze I'm sorry. I am not.

them talkin seriously about the surfer wax while that guy's ass is just. in shot. is so fuckin funny to me.

'check out the dates on these robberies. it's strictly a summer job for these idiots' IM TRYIN TO GET THAT GIG HELLO

obsessed with this little surfer boy absolutely swagged out

when do I get to see Patrick swayze <3

dog FROM a person that surfs. surfin is scary as FUCK man. those waves are straight RELENTLESS. you fall off you can get FUCKED real easy.

wait I really hope i can predict this movie. the surfers/ robbers take him in n help him learn to surf n then he doesn't bust them when he finds out it's THEM that's robbin the banks

'I'm Johnny!' 'who cares!' HA

'I need a way in. ah! both parents dead!' this guys a FREAK. leave that fuckin orphan OUTTA this

this better not be his love interest. didn't they just get done sayin she was 19. or am I tweakin

her bein so sick of his ass is so funny 'is this gonna take long?' n he's rantin about his sad backstory

this is gonna be the big blowup at the 3rd act yeah. that he lied to her?

I'm so curious how this was all filmed. did the actors actually surf n all or was this all doubles cause if so real good ones

PATRICK SWAYZEEEEEE maybe I'm just tweakin but would you not recognize his voice like? right away?

blonde Patrick swayze is FUCKIN me up!! he's so silly lookin love that guy hold up wait I gotta give yall a pic so you know what I'm talkin about

like HELLO????

bodhi back lit by the crashin wave where it's dark for a moment n then he's constrasted with the break DAMN they ate that shot UP

'hey life's not over yet man you're surfin!'

Pappas n Johnny dressed like beach bums just gettin hollered at is so funny.

'now do either of you have somethin even REMOTELY interestin to tell me' 'I caught my first tube this mornin. sir' HA

collectin hair samples like this can NOT be legal man

THEY SAID THE NAME OF THE MOVIE!!! NICE POINT BREAK

gotta be stunt doubles yeah? they're always very intentionally lookin away from the camera. sorry I'm gettin distracted

WHAT THE HELL HE PULLED A FUCKIN KNIFE OUT ON A SURF BOARD THATS CRAZY

goddamn they're gonna jump his ass!! that's fuckin CRAZY.

BODHIS HERE. man this guy is everythin to me actually. big fan. that's my guy frl.

THOSE GUYS WERE FUCKIN NAZIS???? WHAT THE FUCK

so. what's goin on with bodhi n uh. shit. I forgot her name. the lady. what's the nature of their relationship huh.

'you want the ultimate. you need to be willin to pay the ultimate price' 'hell! I ain't gonna live to see thirty OWW!'

I need bohdis home NOW. absolutely SWAGGED out.

can you legally night swim? actually now that I think about it I think the beaches all close at night yeah? I mean to be fair ain't never stopped nobody in pursuit of a good time.

I LOVE when they back light them with the crash point it's SO good man. looks fuckin SICK

she CLOCKED his ass. 'you normally look like you're doing all this for a school project or somethin' absolutely adore when one character can read the other but JUST misses the why

guys. if you've never slept on the beach. you GOTTA get on that. it's so fuckin sick man. well. if it's not real windy. if it is. rip. sand fuckin EVERYWHERE. well I guess sand everywhere either way. but WORSE windy.

hes holdin that radio so far from his mouth you can't hear SHIT on the other side stop lyin to me

beer in cheerios is a DIABOLICAL combination man AND SHOES ON THE BED EOUGH

WHAT THE HELL THESE MOTHERFUCKERS GOT AK 47S WHAT THE HELL

that lady is WAILIN

dog. Utah is fucked now yeah? like they've seen his face. that's gonna get around yeah? I feel like he should not have been at this raid

good LORD. did NOT like that lawn mower scene. audibly went nuh uh nuh uh nuh uh through the whole thing

why the hell does this always happen. do we not as cop departments talk to each other. there's always some guy in deep cover they bust up. hey man what the hell. why didn't you know that.

Tyler n bohdis relationship kinda reminds me of penny n Johnny from dirty dancin.

[undercover-monsterlover]

NSFW Alphabet - Donatello Versus

Absolute nobody wants this but me, but here's an NSFW Alphabet for my favorite son of Dio, Versus.

A - Aftercare: He honestly isn't the best at aftercare at first when you start a relationship. It doesn't click for him that being fucked is a bit more intense than fucking someone, and doesn't really think about aftercare until he gets up straight after sex one day to go out, and you get pissed at him. After that though, he'll try his best, but he isn't the best at comforting someone, so it mostly involves taking a shared bath or shower with you.

B - Body Part: Tits. Plain and simple, Versus loves a good pair of boobs. His hands are always on your chest when he can get away with it, fondling the flesh and teasing your nipples until you smack him away. And if your tits are big enough for a boob job, he'll be insufferable until he gets one.

C - Cum: Hate to say it, but I think he'd cum quickly. Not premature, but it doesn't take him long to reach his climax. He makes up for it by at least going for multiple rounds. As for his preferred place to cum, your mouth is a big contender. He doesn't care about you swallowing either, he actually thinks it's hotter to see it trickle out your mouth or collect on your tongue. And given how often he request blowjobs, you get pretty used to the taste of his cum.

D - Dirty Secret: Dude probably jerked it immediately after meeting you, especially if you gave him even the slightest show of attention. And he does so often afterwards. Before you start dating, he makes a list of pornstars that look somewhat like you, and imagines you and him in their place when he masturbates.

E - Experience: Not a lot. He's 25, and attractive enough to not be a virgin, (he is Dio's son after all) but he hasn't much luck with women. He's kinda a bum, dresses like a 70's popstar, and has a repulsive personality at first meeting, that has all combined to turn women off him. Most of his experience with sex is hook-ups after drinking at clubs, with women who leave before the morning and never see him again. He hasn't yet had the chance to really get to know the sexual preferences of just one girl over multiple times, but give him the chance and I'm sure he'll figure it out.

F - Favourite Position: Doggystyle. It gives him the ability to go fast and hard, with the maneuverability to tease your clit or keep his hand over your mouth at the same time. At least on this position he's able to whisper all his filthy thighs directly into your ear. He's a fan of being behind you overall, bending you over the kitchen counter, some reverse cowgirl while he's watching TV, whatever.

G - Goofy: Other than the innate goofiness of a man as ridiculous and stupid as Donatello Versus, he'd like it more if it was generally more serious, and the man is far too distracted during the best of it for anything to even register as funny.

H - Hair: Untamed and curly. He doesn't really shave down there, but he'll trim the length if you ask or if it gets in your way. It's clean, at least, but he's got a bush for sure. The asshole does however expect you to be well groomed down there. I think he'd also have a decent bit of hair on the rest of his body. His arms, his legs, chest, it's thicker than most men's, but light blonde so it's not grossly noticeable.

I - Intimacy: It depends how far he is into a relationship with you. If this is just a hookup, it's purely transactional, he won't even stick around after he's climaxed to make sure you finish as well, that's not his concern. If you're dating though, he'll be as romantic as he can while fucking you ruthlessly l, but that's not always possible when he's that distracted. He will make sure you come at least once if you're dating, but his romantic side is more reserved for non-sexual interactions.

J - Jack Off: Frequently and intensely. He's got fucking accounts on porn sites, lists of stars he finds hot, and references them as if everybody knows what he's talking about. Like it's almost every day, especially if he isn't busy, he'll just plop down and masturbate for a while. He ends up getting all these stupid unrealistic ideas about sex, try stupid shit during sex with you, and ask for weird fucking positions before realizing that while they look hot, they aren't ideal for feeling good. Please teach this boy some manners.

K - Kink: This headcannon is strong my influenced by the first scene we see of him, but I think perhaps he'd be into a bit of food play🤭🤭🤭. Whip cream on your body, fucking you while feeding you strawberries and watching you try to eat and focus on the feeling all at once, etcetera etcetera. I'm imagine he'd be particularly fond of drizzling caramel or chocolate sauce on his cock and watching you lick and suck it off.

Location: Anytime and anywhere. In public, in private, in the other room while your family is trying to sleep, in a dark corner of a library, in the bathroom of a bar, in a park, etcetera etcetera. If you don't keep him under control you'll end up with a charge for indecent exposure.

M - Motivation: Skimpy clothing, or lingerie is a huge turn on for him. Anything that's revealing, even if it's just you wearing a T-shirt and no bottoms so he can see your legs, is hot to him. Lacy bras, panties with little ribbons, thigh highs, chokers, corsets that push up your boobs, he's a sucker for all of them. Be ready for plenty of self-indulgent gifts of lingerie when it's your birthday or on Christmas.

N - No: He isn't comfortable with taking a submissive role. He doesn't need to be incredibly rough and domineering every time you have sex, but he doesn't really have a submissive or masochistic side to him during sex. You're either equal, or he's in charge, and that's the only variability in your dynamic, sorry.

O - Oral: He is t particularly skilled in giving cunnilingus, but give him enough time and pointers, and he'll get it. I don't expect it'll every be one of his favourite things to do though, but he'll indulge you if you ask. As for getting head, he's fucking looooves it. He's always down for a good blowjob, and will ask you for one all the fucking time, even when it's inconvenient for you. If you indulge him and take him into the resteraunt's bathroom to do so however, he'll be incredibly grateful and be very sweet to you for the rest of the day at least.

P - Pace: Hard and fast, he isn't the type to be gentle and tender unless you directly ask him too. He will calm down if you ask him, but he'll inevitably get too into it and forget, and end up fucking your brains out anyways.

Q - Quickie: Yes please. He's got a high sex drive, and wants you to help him with it all the fucking time. He's incessant I tell you, he always wants a blowjob, or a quick fuck in the bathroom please, nobody will even notice we're gone, I'll be quiet, I won't leave any hickies or marks! (He will.)

R - Risk: He isn't exactly turned on by PDA, it's more so that he doesn't give a fuck who sees, or where. He has no shame, so you say, and it might be annoying to get him to behave. A glare won't get his hands off you, but maybe a threat of him not getting any action that night if he keeps this up will. It's less of a possessive thing, and more of he just really wants you all the time. He'll make out or grope you in public with no shame. As for being caught in the act, he also doesn't give a fuck, if anything, hell feel a little proud.

S - Stamina: Versus is more likely to not last as long, but be able to go for many rounds. He tends to go fast and hard, take a short cool down period, and then go right back at it again. Play your cards right, and you're getting morning sex, after breakfast sex, sex after lunch, sex on the evening, sex as the sun goes down, and sex all through the night, to end up having morning sex when you wake up again.

T - Toy: He'd be into all the cliché porny shit like those fluffy handcuffs and ball gags, and he'd love to take a trip with you to the sex shop, but the more intense or hardcore things aren't his style. If he finds a dildo or vibrator in your nightstand though, he'll throw it out. Asshole.

U - Unfair: He's such a fucking asshole, of course he loves to tease you. He can be a little condescending during sex, but not genuinely, it just makes him hard to dirty talk. Edging you is isn't an option when he's fucking you, he's too focused on himself, but if he's fingering you eating you out, you're exclusively being edged.

V - Volume: Loud and unrestrained, he doesn't care what he sounds like, or who hears him, or if he sounds attractive while doing it. Be prepared for strings of profanities, unintelligible dirty talk and moaning, and grunting with almost every thrust.

W - Wild Card: We know from his backstory and character that he has a overall dislike and grudge against society, and after being abused, abandoned and unjustly imprisoned, he's been left with a dislike of authority figures and being pushed around. My osu holy brain is telling me that he may use sex as a way to feel in control, and exert his will over something for once, so I believe he'd typically take the more dominant role. Someone's preferred dynamic in sex is often a reflection of what they feel they can't have during normal life, so while he wouldn't do anything to upset you, he feels a thrill in being the one having the power.

X - X-Ray: 5 to 6 inches, thick, bulbuous head, several veins.

Y - Yearning: He is always thinking about you when you aren't around. Anytime he's forced to go out and do something, wether it's a job, a chore, anything, he's trying to get through it as quickly as possible to get back to you. Nothing makes him hotter for you than being away from you. If you really want to get under his skin, send a few risky texts, or a sexy pic, and he's bricked up, trying to get home as quickly as possible, and is pissed off and ready when he does. He simultaneously loves and hates when you do this to him.

Z - ZZZ: He expends all his energy during sex, so he's quick to drop off after sleep. He'll be snoring next you while you're still leaking his cum and trying to get your heartrate back to normal.

[chilling-seavey]

I got a TWIG fic where paparazzi keeps on interrupting your and George's lives with wanting pictures of your family out and about.

Ooh, I love this idea so much, anon. And it's so realistic and fitting which is right up my alley, especially in this universe!

I mentioned before that in the TWIG universe, you and George had decided to raise your kids out of the public eye — they won't be on his social media feed, they would be taken into the paddock through the back ways to avoid the cameras, and things like that.

Generally, fans and professional media would respect this. If you're out for lunch or something as a family and a fan approaches for a picture with George, they would obviously see what your kids would look like but 99% of the time they would be respectful and not take pictures or anything of the sort.

But, as usual, paparazzi aren't always as respectful as that 99% of fans. This is their job, after all, no matter how questionable in its morals.

I can imagine it like you're all out at some farmers market one weekend off. Little boy in a little bucket hat and khaki shorts (so freaking adorable) and George 100% has baby girl strapped to his chest like an absolute dilf—

Your son would be obediently holding your hand as you navigate the stands, wanting to look at and touch everything he could. Lifting up on his little tip toes to see the colourful array of tomatoes or jars of homemade jellies. You'll constantly have to remind him "we touch with your eyes, not our hands" to keep him from knocking over everything that catches his eye. You're so focused on him and making sure the little guy is in line that you're unaware of anything else going on around you.

George, however, only having to pay attention to the quiet baby cuddled against his chest, is more aware of the bustling farmers market around you. He'd have one hand under baby girl's bum in the carrier just to feel an extra bit of support while his other hand drifts over the various stands of produce, picking up an apple or a squash to inspect it. In his own little world, he'd show each thing to the baby, telling her what it is as she reaches out a little hand to touch the produce item.

But after a bit, his wandering gaze keeps finding this one man in particular across the stalls of produce. It's that unmissable feeling of being watched that George has grown accustomed to over his career. Finally, as suspected, he sees the professional camera in this stranger's hand and without a second thought, George has his hand shielding his daughter's face from the shot.

Figuring it was just a one off, George would drift over to where you were still with your son, wanting to put a bit of distance between himself and the stranger. His suddenly slightly tense demeanor wouldn't go unnoticed by you and you'd give him a little look but he'd reassure you with a gentle hand to the small of your back. Your son would steal your attention away again as he calls your name and grabs a cucumber from the nearby stand and proceeds to almost make the whole abundance of cucumbers to toppling down.

The second time George notices the man with the camera, he's feeling a lot less patient.

"We have to go." he'd whisper to you calmly.

"Go? Already? We haven't picked up everything on the list yet." you protest softly, clinging onto your son's hand as he tries to run off.

"I know but," George sighs, absentmindedly soothingly patting your daughter's bum as she snuggled against his chest in the carrier, "there's a camera that's been following me for the last ten minutes. I can only hold my hand over the baby's eyes until she starts to get annoyed with me."

Your own parental concern skyrockets and you look around, "Where?"

"By the pottery." George answers quietly. "Green shirt."

You glance past him to look and when you spot the man with the camera, you look back to your husband with a frown, "It's not fair that we have to leave when we're not doing anything wrong."

"I know, love, I'm sorry." George would sigh, even if there was nothing he really needed to apologize for.

Before you knew it, the stranger was approaching you, camera in hand, like he was some long-lost friend. George bristled at his presence, trying to be polite while still somehow keeping a large hand over your daughter's face. Someone who took creepy pictures without permission from a distance could not be trusted. The baby let out a displeased cry at being shielded.

"Quite a cute family." the man complimented, turning to your son still holding your hand. "And whatta handsome little fella."

Your son gave him an unapologetic confused glare and stepped a little behind your leg. Shamelessly, the man raised his camera, the lens pointed towards the little boy.

Before wither you or George could intervene, your well-taught four-year-old held a hand up to the man and turned into your thigh with a matter-of-fact, "No pictures, thank you!"

George was right there, holding his own hand in front of the stranger's lens with a firm and unwavering, "Yeah, we're not going to take pictures of my children. I think you should go."

The man would offer some half-assed excuse in protest, claiming he can take pictures of whoever he wants in a public setting. But before any confrontation could occur, George and you would share a look that had you both walking back to the car without the rest of your things you had planned to buy.

His knuckles would nearly be white with how tight he was gripping the steering wheel on the journey home. It just wasn't always fair, the life that came with the career he had worked so hard for.

[kyoongboxi]

His Pervert Ass —

[Baekhyun AU]

Summary: Owning your own man which tied up into a sacred vow actually wasn't so bad afterall. Sometimes he behaves like a baby, sometimes he behaves like a puppy, and most of the time he behaves like that one pervert close friends who don't even hesitate to slap your butt in public.

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: fluff, cute

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It was such a blissful moment when you let your body sink down into the warm water, letting out a relieved sigh. It was exactly what you needed after a stressful day at work. Nothing felt better than a warm bath at the end of a long day. You held your breath several seconds under the water before rising up to catch a breath.

Leaning back against the bathtub, you closed your eyes shuts. Feeling a little bit sleepy as your tensed muscles slowly loosen up. Several minutes passed as your eyes were still heavy with sleep but you were completely aware about the soft human contact against your arms.

You were too lazy to react because you are aware it is definitely someone no other than your husband. You feel yourself being lifted out of the water by your armpits before sinking down again back into the water. Instead of feeling the hard tiles, you feel your bum nestled into something warm, soft, yet firm— which definitely belongs to your husband.

He wrapped his arms around your body under the water as his soft lips peppering sweet little kisses along your neck and shoulder as he giggled happily. You just cut your hair short lately so he didn't bother to separate your hair from your skin every time he wants kisses.

His sweet gesture caused a smile to find its way into your lips but you also let out a sigh then. Eyes finally fluttering open slowly. "Why are you always following me when I'm trying to have a nice bath"

Because when you come home not so long ago, your husband has already come home before you and he was seen nestling against his gaming seat with his big ass headphones attached to his head.

"So.... There has to be a reason?" He replied while stealing a kiss from your cheek, pulling you closer to him. You actually enjoyed the warmth he radiates as your back was pressed against his lean body. The edge of his fingers tracing up and down along your curves, sneakily went into your thigh to squeeze it in a playful manner.

"Yes because every time you join me it will always lead to sex" You blurted out in honesty. Your husband answered with a deep grunt molded with a light chuckle coming from him as you could literally feel his hardness nudging you down there behind your back. You couldn't hold your laugh so you laughed.

Hands pulling against his arms before you stepped away from his embrace. Heading into the other side of the bathtub so now you were facing your husband. It was already the fifth year of marriage but you will always find that your husband is handsome and highly attractive.

He smiled at you while running his fingers through his slightly wet hair into the back. Revealing his perfect forehead. "Jeongie~"

He called you. He softly called you with those cute little lips that turned into a slight pout but then you shook your head. Lifting your arms in front of your own chest, trying to hold yourself together. "What?"

"Come here" The man gestured with his fingers. Eagerly wanting to flush himself against yours. Already looking a bit frustrated because he knows he won't get what he wants easily.

"No" You shook your head again, pointing your fingers at him along with your squinted eyes. "You're hard already don't you"

"Says who?"

"I can feel it!" A hearty laugh slipped your mouth as you found him hilarious. Your fingers splashing the water against his direction in a huge amount. Enough for him to raise his arms and cover his face with it.

"But you didn't see it" The husband intended to keep his answer but he didn't expect you would take the bait.

"Alright then show me" He raised his eyebrows and nodded against your full offer. He was beyond ready to tease you as he gripped the side of the bathtub using his palms to lift himself up from the water.

"Yah Byun Baekhyun!" A high pitched voice comes out too fast as a reaction from his wife when he stands out from the water right in front of her. The way your face gets immediately flushed and the way you hold your lips from the annoyed smile, he loves it.

Baekhyun loves it so he laughed before sitting back down into the bathtub, his whole body disappearing under the blurry water. "You sex fiend!" You widened your eyes and pointed your fingers into him again.

"Your sex fiend" The man answered proudly before he moved forward, raising his arms towards your cheek but you quickly reacted. You slapped his hand away as you stood up and stepped out of the bathtub. Headed towards the shower stall in quick steps because you know Baekhyun followed.

It was exactly just in time as you closed the glass door and locked it when Baekhyun caught up behind you. "Nooooo..."

The man dramatically slides down as he puts both of his palms into the glass door. He keeps his head down, knowing his wife was watching him in laughter. Baekhyun looked up, putting his bottom lip between his teeth as he sulked again. "Jeongie please.."

"No.. Stay there and watch me clean myself instead" You reached out to turn the water on from the shower head. You ignored him who purposely banged his fists slightly against the door as you stepped under the shower, swinging your hips intentionally to tease him.

"Jeongie...." This time, his sulk got louder. Trying to get louder more than the streamed down water from the shower head. He was no longer crouched down. He stands against his full height as his eyes follow your every move when you decide to turn off the water and walk towards your sulky husband.

"You wanna get in?" As soon as the offer rolled out of your tongue, Baekhyun's eyes immediately lit up along with a smile followed to appear against his lips. He nodded eagerly like a child.

"But you can't put that thing into me" You pointed out to his hardness. Couldn't hold back your laugh anymore as you could see his face dropped all of sudden. His lips curved into a slight pout.

"Okay alright. Just— let me in, please?" Baekhyun pleaded. You rolled your eyes then, fingers flicked against the lock before the man stormed inside.

Snatching your body into his tight embrace as he giggled happily. Slightly lifting your body off the ground. "Jeongie~" He whined.

"Stop acting like a child you're thirty" You let out a chuckle and wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss his cheek. Inhaling into his wet cheek until it makes a sound.

Baekhyun fully wrapped both of his arms around your wet body. Bringing you with him as he walked under the shower head and reaching out to turn it on. Warm droplets of water streamed down into their bodies from head to toes softly. You pulled back, cupping both of his cheeks as you smiled. Eyes lingering into his soft features which caused your heart to warm.

Those happiest memories you have created with him flooded back your mind when he cupped your hand as well, nuzzled his cheek more into your palm in closed eyes. You weren't interested to be engaged in a relationship before, even in a marriage. But then the universe decided to send you this pervert big baby, which you thanked the universe for that.

You chuckled softly, tracing your fingers into his neck, his collarbone, spreading his broad shoulders using both of your palm before stopping right against his broad chest. You leaned your head against it, pressing your cheek softly with your eyes closed as Baekhyun pulled you tighter into his embrace. Bodies flushed against each other warmly. Actually, showering with him wasn't so bad afterall.

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[issa-pheonyx]

CEO-sub!Leon S Kennedy X Fem!Reader🌶️

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆. 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆~😈💋

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-After the incident in his office for the first time (as well as being in his office) people were finding it highly suspicious witnessing his behavior changed towards you. He is much more nicer, attentive, fucking following you like a lost puppy

-He doesn't really care if you did any work or not designing for the company, yet you are a responsible coworker and still do it anyway. The only reason he doesn't care is, because when he crashes to your office he will try to find way to distract you and convince you to his office for some fun. Besides he is always spoiling you, taking you out even on your days off, sends you deposits, and hands you money to go buy whatever you want before you go home , because he will be busy with a business trip (at this point I'm making him sound like a sugar daddy...nothing wrong with that shiieett-)

-You always reject his offer (yes, even after what happened read the story bi-) which he gets bummed that his boner is aching so much he needs you more now he would hang around your office or would leave you be and would call you from your office phone as soon he is sitting in his chair cause he wants to hear your voice while he is rubbing his boner tenting his pants that it is suffocating him that you're not stepping on it

-He would send you texts-spamming the shit out of you or would call you over and over if you don't respond to him, because the female coworkers were lunging at him and won't leave him alone. They question his actions on why all of sudden he is smitten by you, you're not worth the trouble, etc. You do save him...but, that'll leave to him being punished for embarrassing you like that due to his own consequences of his own actions sleeping with them in the first place

-However, with the male workers when you give them attention he would give you a 'feedback' about a design you made and wants you to change something, so you can go back to your office. Or if you were on break eating alone he would join you, eating with a male coworker he would only give a death glare without his presence knowing, or sends you sweets to your office with a personal note

WARNING!!! Spicy after this thread [MDNI🔞]

-He will send dirty texts, pics, and videos. He does not care if you see them in private or in public. He will go feral when you send back a dirtier text, pics, and videos-begging you to come to his office right away or on your days off he will send an limbo to your location to come by to his mansion. Let him worship you as your foot is on his dick rubbing it

-Sit on his face...hear me out. This man is wants his face against those cheeks whether you got clothes on or not. He can not help it, especially, when you pick something up or bend over in his surroundings and notices your ass revealing from how sheering your skirt is. Are you purposely teasing him? Cause it's working and he is in your office eating you out like he never feasted on anything so delicious he can't help, but moan with you and getting so into your pussy it hurts him so good. He would drag you to his office, but yours is closer and he can not take it anymore

-He wants to be used like the stupid man thing he is. He is tired of being dominant all the time and wants someone to put him in his place... duh that's you bi-he lives for the bruises, scratches, sores, numbness, etc. Make him not be able to sit on his chair from those spankings, pull him out of you or let go of his dick from jerking him off just to see him roll his eyes back and his hips buck, because of how good it feels

-He can cum just by the thought of you that it is embarrassing. You live in his mind rent free and when you're not available he would go through your pics/vids. He would even go far checking the security cameras that he deleted from the building just for him to save it on his phone or computer to jerk off of the times you visit his office or yours

-Now I wouldn't say this as a way of him taking over when you allow him to fuck you. It is more like a treat or a naughty alternative of worshipping you. So, if he is railing you breaking your back he is gonna go hard and fast like a damn horny dog telling you "Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, feels so good, so tight" "Yes, finally inside you I love it, ahh~" "Please, tell me I'm a good boy, I love mistresses pussy. I must be her, fuck, her f-favorite boy, oh yeah~"

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Will you come a little closer now, and tell me I'm a—

Scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle! 

Scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle!

Scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle—

I'm a scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle!

Oh, wait— shit, are you awake already, Sisyphus? Sorry if I woke you up. I uh, I don't know what time it is on Minos right now. Guess I should have looked before I started thinking out loud. Well, uh... that being said, you uh... you know what today is, right? Monday, actually, I think. Did I go to work yesterday? No— so yeah, it's Monday. Hey, even though the length of the days and years are different on Minos, do you know if they still use Earth's calendar? Just as a baseline, I mean. Like, seven days of the week, Monday through Sunday? Or— I guess it would be more like, uh... wait... Lundi through Dimanche for those guys. Wait, what the hell am I—? Oh, right, I had a point. Today!

Well, uh... I know it's been a rough week for you and Mom, and I, uh... I don't really want to think too much about the whole "getting kicked out of your head forever" thing right now, if I'm honest. Bums me out just hearing everyone talking about it. But hey, there's still some time left, right? We don't all have to be so sad yet. I uh, I won't lie, I really don't want to be sad on my birthday, man. Especially this one. Your bro Kestrel is finally a legal adult now! Now I can drink and smoke however much I want to, hah. (That was a joke, of course. Smoking is disgusting. Have you seen what that shit does to your teeth? And your lungs? And don't even get me started on environmental damage—)

Oh, and uh, I still have to work, but it's honestly cool because I found out Ms. Paisley lets us have a free drink on our birthdays if we want. I won't lie, I've been pretty into our white chocolate latte lately. Maybe I'll bring something home for Mom, too. Might perk her up a little. She's not really a coffee person, but all the tea we have on our menu is pretty basic stuff that she's already got, Earl Grey and all that... Hey, what did you say you preferred again? Something dark with almond milk, right? (Would grab that for you too, if I could.)

Mom did say she had a surprise for me when I got home, though... so I guess we'll see what that is soon, heh. I, uh... I was originally planning to go out and party with Tabi later on, but... well, who knows the next time we'll get to have a family movie night, right? 

Oh, gotta go now, though. Maybe we can squeeze in another jam session later, too. Talk soon, Sis!

…Kestrel??

All good! I’ve been awake. It’s evening, I think. Or maybe afternoon? What was that song? On Earth, uh… Hmm. Wonder if it’s any special sort of day, hah. Oh, uh— I do know this! They’re on a seven-day week too, but they divide their years differently. But, y’know, most colonies still track Earth’s dates, and Minos isn’t an exception. Ah, is that the French for it?

Hey, I always have rough weeks. Comparatively, this week’s been great! Much less painful than a week from a few months ago would’ve been, hah. …Yeah. But hey, hey— just means that one day you’ll be able to see me face to face, right? And you’re right. I want to enjoy what’s left. Happy birthday! (You were already a legal adult. Unless they changed that while I was up here.) Congrats on making drinking age, by the way! And smoking’s certainly not for everyone. Stick to that, okay? Don’t let anyone talk you into it if you don’t want to.

White chocolate, ugh… Sorry, sorry. I’m glad you enjoyed. Even if you have bad taste! …Kidding. Sorry. Hey, uh… How is she doing? Is she more upset than she’s letting on when she talks to me…? (Hah. Thank you.)

That should be nice! I genuinely don’t know what it is. …Right. Make sure you go out with Tabi sometime soon, then. It’s okay to take time for yourself.

Ah— I’d like that! Bye, talk soon, Kestrel!

[darlingsfandom]

Drunk cillian getting a bj in a bar bathroom? It could either by a random girl or his significant other. The idea of super well behaved cillian letting a little bit too lose is like 🥵

I'm sorry this took me a few days to respond!

A soft sigh slipped from your lips as you watched the people around you drink their self sick. It was another Tuesday night and you found yourself watching the regulars pound them down while you swung your legs off the barstool. Your fingers tapped against the bar while the bar tender slid a shot in your direction.

"I didn't order this Tom." You gave him a puzzled look as he threw his rag over his shoulder and chuckled. "I know ya didn't because in the four months you've been here ya never had a sip of alcohol." You pursed your lips together and examined the glass before giving Tom a weak smile . "Don't worry it's from the gentlemen down there." You followed his finger to see a man a little slumped over before he seen you and raised his glass. You gave a small wave before giving the shot back to Tom. You hopped off the stool carefully and smoothed your outfit over before grabbing your purse and made your way to the man at the end of the bar.

"Oh . My . God!" You whispered to yourself as you approached the man. You swear you didn't have any alcohol but there was no possible way that this was real, but it was.

"Hello, did ya not like yer drink?" His plump lips curved into a smile as you stood face to face with him.

"It was a nice gesture but I couldn't accept it." Your fingers wrapped around the string of your purse as he slapped himself in the face with the palm of his hand.

"Ya married aren't ya?"

"No no! Painfully single actually but I don't drink. Just like to be here and get away from everything." You tilted your head with a soft smile on your lips until you felt his fingers under your chin. He made you look up at him.

"If yer single , kiss me pretty one!" His lips brushed against yours before they fully crashed into them. His kisses were strong and slippery as he pulled you closer.

"Cillian!" You gasped feeling him pinch your bum but then fear coursed through your veins which made him chuckle sense you radiated nervous energy to him.

"Don't worry doll. I had a feeling ya knew who I was because of the way you approached me. I won't bite ya unless ya want me too of course." He grabbed your hand and stumbled off his stool. His fingers laced into yours and pulled you down the dark hallway. Sweat pooled in your hands as your mouth went dry. You didn't think you'd be standing in the bathroom of a run down pub holding hands with Cillian Murphy. He's double your age and yet that's not what you were worried about.

The lights flickered above you as you stood there in the middle of the bathroom. He scanned over you with lustful eyes as his hands filled up your body. He turned to look in the mirror while he stood behind you kissing your neck. You watched as his hands dipped into your shirt and massaged your breasts before you felt a sting in your neck as his teeth punctured your skin. Your eyes rolled back , your knees buckled as he licked over the spot before turning you back around and placing you on your knees. Your eyes were hooded watching him unzip his pants.

"Something tells me that ya have thought about this before." His words came out slowly as he patted your head softly before gripping your hair tightly into his fist. "Gonna make ya suck my cock until I say yer done." You licked your lips before wrapping them around the head of his angry cock. Cillian pushed his cock down your throat slowly until your nose was against his pubes. You inhaled his scent making yourself cock drunk . The sound of your choking echoed off the dirty walls as you sat on the heels of your feet bobbing your head up and down against Cillian fat cock. Drool dribble down your chin as he hit the back of your throat. His fingers tightened the grip on your hair as he fucked your throat faster.

"Shit! You're such a good little cock sucker. I knew ya would be!" Cillian used his free hand to grip the sink to keep balance as you used your free to massage his balls. He let out a deep groan when you touched his balls. "Fuck! You're gonna make me cum if ya keep playin with my balls like that!" You used your fingers to smear the drool from your chin onto his balls as he fucked your throat harder making the drool pour faster. Your eyes burned with tears as you looked up into his blue eyes.

"FUCK!" He cried out as his cum shot down your throat. You sat there and let it happen before sealing every drop possible. You licked your lips up at him as he yanked you to your feet. "You're coming back to my hotel room with me ya got it? Because I need more of ya" Cillian straightened himself up before grabbing your hand and led you back into the bar so he could pay his tab and get his stuff. Tom looked at you with a smirk as he watched you and Cillian leave together with Cillians arm draped over your shoulder. Everyone knew what had happened and what was about to happen.

[sapphire-weapon]

I saw your meta analysis about how Leon die as a hero is so great. I kinda found some similar story (from my friends) about a man who fought many wars and always won, the one who took the most risks, and want to die while on it the most. But fate tells different, he eventually die at his old age (approx. 80th years), on his bed. Before he die, he told to his comrades who visited about how pissed off he is and ranted why he didn't die on the battlefield. WHYYY!!!???? And his comrades like....😑....(.....

UGH see I'm torn about this. The irony in the idea of Leon living out the full length of his natural born life is appealing for a number of different literary reasons. There's a real message that could be conveyed by doing that if it's done right. Dying won't undo Leon's suffering, and it won't unmake his choices.

Because I think that's what's really missing from his character arc right now -- and it's something that I didn't really notice until I played through FFXVI.

We all like to say "Leon didn't get a choice" -- but that's not actually true... is it?

There's always a choice. And what Leon did was make the easy one. And he didn't just do it the one time. He did it again. And again. And again. And again. And again. Ever since escaping Raccoon City, he has always only ever taken the easy way out.

It's very easy to surrender. It's very easy to throw up your hands and say "it's out of my control."

And that's what he did. He surrendered.

I'm not saying that he should've tried to fight the CIA while he had a bum shoulder and only rudimentary combat training via police academy -- that's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is that, once Leon found himself in the situation that he was in, he never tried to change it.

He never tried to get Sherry back or broker a deal for her freedom. He never even tried to ask for help -- not even from Ashley's dad, who was probably Leon's best chance at making this happen as a sort of "you saved my daughter, I'll save yours" thing.

And once Sherry was emancipated after RE6, he still didn't walk away. He resigned himself to his fate and committed to staying in the repeating nightmare that is his role in the federal government -- and he blames everyone but himself for his life turning out that way.

Think about how much power Leon actually has by the time of Infinite Darkness, even -- much less RE6. He is the most skilled and deadly combat unit the US government has ever produced, and he has the admiration and respect of most federal LEOs and high-ranking politicians. He also has knowledge of the inner workings of the federal government that could topple the whole goddamn system if he were to ever open his mouth and say something in front of a camera. And yet, every single day, he chooses not to use that power. Every single day, he chooses to take the easy road and keep his head down while doing the same thing that he's always done.

In 1998, the CIA kidnapped Leon off the street outside of Raccoon City and said to him, "We own you now." And, in response, he said, "Okay."

And he gave up.

So, to kill him at the end of his story is kind of like... okay, this is what he wanted, but does he actually deserve it? Does he deserve the easy out of a hero's death, when he spent literally his entire adult life already taking the easy way out?

BUT............ WITH ALL OF THAT HAVING BEEN SAID.........

I don't trust Capcom to understand, capture, or convey the nuances of all of that. I'm pretty sure that my only two choices for a character ending in RE are death or happily-ever-after.

And I don't actually see how Leon could possibly even get a happily-ever-after at this point, so I guess my choice is death LMAO

[sweetheartpowder]

Moments

East Asian women cut the best watermelon. Extremely particular about which fruit they cut, knocking on it, inspecting sun spots. My fiancé works a coffee shop cattycorner to a woman who sells slices,

"One dolla, one dolla!" all day.

He gives me cash, I delightfully run over, get thick pieces for us.

There are bizarre moments in time I've become desensitized to. What once was overwhelming, now meshed into the daily. At night in bed I check to see what stuck in my memories.

Grumpily trudging to a brunch shift last weekend, extra agitated with the J skipping my stop. As I slam onto the train bench there are 3 queer men next to me all dressed for a beach day.

In tiny swim shorts, beach umbrella in hand, turning to his friend, "Do you ever see pigeons like...in the woods?"

"No, they're pretty reliant on humans since we fully domesticated them and then ditched them."

"..."

"Did you know rats basically stay in the same 3 block radius of where they were born and because of that the uptown rats and downtown rats have become genetically different rats."

"Do you think they're friends?"

The boys laugh and carry on with their small talk. I feel privileged I got to hear a little piece of their lives. I share the rat fact with many of my own friends in coming months. I'm excited for their beach day. I think of them lounging, while I serve in Nolita.

Some nights I'm performing, lavished with drinks, praise, looking down at expectant eyes with spotlight turned to me. But most nights I'm eating leftovers off plates of the rich, who have no idea how these restaurants really run. (Your escargot comes out of an industrial snail water filled can).

One man refuses to pour his own water, calling me over each time his drink is empty. Another whines that we didn't serve him the moment he sat down. I watch a girl pose with her cake for over 10 minutes, pretending to blow out the candle. The wax drips onto the cake. She packs up the cake to go, which sends me into a disturbed existentialism.

Being in this material world juxtaposing my lower middle class one pulls me in all wild directions. I've no interest in being a Dharma Bum. Seeing all parts of this disgusting, sticky, wonderful society drives me in and out of madness, yet I'm addicted all the same.

It feels a bit like an inside joke, seeing how the wealthy live, knowing most of these expensive places are mostly a farce. Being broke has always suited me better. I felt pretty rich in love and experience. Even sort of liked serving the rich, a chance to chat with some of them, be in their world a bit. Anyway when you're broke but charming a lot tends to fall in your lap.

That's how I end up in line with Theo for a closing party on behalf of New Inc. Museum. Theo's braids are long tonight, wild black pants with all this fabric hanging off. She's in a tie dyed bleach shirt, a leather jacket. I'm in a tight pink textured tank top, tucked into a plaid school girl skirt. Fish net ankle socks with oil spill pumps, usual treasure trove of jewelry adorned.

We're always dressed well, frankly, often the best. It can put us into a lot of interesting situations. Theo is on the list tonight but isn't sure she can bring a plus one. When confronted by the bouncer I confidently give my name. He looks, asks me how to spell it, looks again. He lets me in anyways. That's why I dress well.

The elevator goes to the 30th floor, opens into a huge plush white carpeted room. "They must be rich to have us partying on white carpet," I tell Theo.

The entire back wall is windows that overlooks the water to downtown Brooklyn. There's DJ's, an open bar, free cheeseburgers, artists abound. I dance and chat all night. Next week when someone texts about my performance space, I won't remember who he is. I'll be back to eating cold scallop from plates trying to recall what I said drunk and passionate.

After work I'll have to take the Bowery J home, often a hot spot for those who never leave madness. I'm nearly always left alone. But tonight as I stand and read a man erupts violently and slowly staggers towards me. "Great.", I think.

With one hand gingerly wrapped around my pepper spray, he gets to me, yelling obscenities, stops,

"What are you reading?"

"Oh, Hotel Splendide. It's like...about some restaurant in New York in the 20s. I don't really know if I'm liking it yet."

"Hm."

He staggers past me, starts to yell again. I laugh to myself. I love it here. The richest, poorest surround me and I feel connected to it all. All of these people bound, in some way or another.

Some of these nights end in the arms of my lover. I tell him of my adventures, thoughts, ideas on what I've experienced in this city. He will kiss my eyelids, we'll scheme about our futures, him with no real care at how it unfolds so long as we can lie together and decompress it in our sighs.

I'm a giant strawberry in a clown fashion show. I throw my shoes into the tracks because I've stepped in human shit. My friends gather, eat together for each holiday. I cry couched near a bar because I can't take it anymore. I shove duck into my mouth by the trashcan at work because I forgot to eat before I clocked in. I take off all my clothes at a Valentine's gathering. I have sex in the street. I'm in a 100 year old diner. I see an underground wrestling show. I try to slow down and connect with my friends. They love me. We love one another. I feel fortunate.

One day I will wake up seething and angry about the world. Sometimes I will jump out of bed running to finish tasks and take in the city. Other times I'll wake up excited for the night's plans. I've unfolded my emotions and let them run through me. Tonight I work again in the restaurant. I'll take orders and roll my eyes several times. Maybe someday I'll eat the dishes hot.

[annieintheaair]

I'm doing my best getting used to life after you. Some things are gettin' easier to do, like knowing I won't find another you.

The other night, after not going to work and staying home and writing on here, I went to bed and had a dream that felt super real. Something in the dream indicated that it took place in 2022. Dan was still alive. It was actually a very happy dream, but within the dream, I knew that he was going to die soon. Everything in me wanted to tell him that he only had a few months to live but at the same time, I withheld that and enjoyed my time with him in the dream.

There was a time, many years ago, around 2013, when Dan and I didn't talk for a while. I think it was like six months or something and during that time, the Red Sox won the World Series and my grandma passed away. When we didn't talk for that time, I wondered if something had happened to him. It wasn't like we had had a really bad fight and stopped talking but something at the time had really pulled us apart. I didn't want to reach out but I constantly wondered if something had happened to him. I thought maybe he had died. Looking back, I wonder if it was some sort of premonition; I knew that he didn't have the forever that he thought that he did.

I wish I had listened to that part of me that maybe knew there wasn't a lot of time left. I wish I had taken advantage of the time that we had. I wish that I had done a lot of things differently.

Last week continued the series of things not going how I planned them and trying to come to terms with letting go of all of my expectations. We had some drama at work on Monday night, then Tuesday could have gone ok but due to the weather, yet again, we got delayed getting home Wednesday morning.

By Thursday morning, I was drained. I had to take my Civic for (overdue) servicing that morning so I drove Shawna home on my way and then stopped at Market Street for a breakfast burrito. At the mechanic, I sat next to and chatted with an older man who told me that his car needed a lot of work but he couldn’t part with it because it was his late wife’s car and she loved it. It made me think about how I have memories of Dan being in my Civic with me and when we had twin cars (I had blue and he had silver). I’ll probably be driving the Civic forever or at least until it dies on me because I just can’t part with it. The sentimental value is too high. The older man made me think about that kind of love— refusing to part with something someone you loved, loved. I wished I could find a love like that, that lasts forever.

When I got home, I had a meeting for my second job. I struggled to stay awake during it and as soon as it was over, I closed my laptop and took a nap.

I dropped my San Antonio trip that night to stay home and pack for my trip. I had some wine, watched movies, and went to bed.

Friday morning I got up and ready and then drove my dogs to Kia’s house before heading to Love Field in Dallas to try to catch a Southwest flight to Baltimore. My flight was delayed so after dealing with the struggle that was trying to find a parking spot, I got through security and went to Cru to drink some wine and work on my computer.

Luck would have it— I didn’t get a seat on the flight and the rest of the delayed flights for the day didn’t look promising either. I cancelled my whole trip and drove back to Kia’s to get my dogs and hung out there for a bit while the traffic calmed down. I was super bummed about not getting to spend the weekend with my family and celebrate my nephew, Graham’s first birthday.

It was a pretty low-key Friday night, going to bed, and getting up Saturday morning thinking I should try to go to work, but of course, I wasn’t motivated. I didn’t even make it to yoga on Saturday morning. By late in the day, I decided to go to Total Wine and Trader Joe’s. When I got home, I made myself an aperol spritz (ok, more than one). I’ve been jamming out to the new Shaboozie song, “A Bar Song (Tipsy)” and although that song would be best with a Lynchburg Lemonade, I drank my aperol spritz from the large wine glass I bought when I lived with Dan on 5th Street. After a few drinks, I was dozing off on my couch.

Sunday I watched church on TV and continued to put out fires at my second job. A lot of wrong items were shipped out so I’ve been spending the last few days emailing UPS return labels and manually creating new orders. It feels never ending and there could be up to 70 incorrect orders. I’m (only) at 20 so far.

Since I dropped my trip on Thursday, I knew I needed to pickup a trip to make up for it but I was already committed to going to yoga at 6pm. Right before leaving my house for yoga, a trip with a late sign in popped up on ETB (our trade board) so I picked it up. Somehow I convinced Matt to pickup the other position to go with me.

Aside from the annoying bug on the floor at yoga, it was just what I needed to finish out the weekend. I had just enough time after to go home and shower and then be on my way to work.

Our delayed flight ended up delaying further so I barely got any sleep that night in San Antonio but it was fun to work with Matt so I at least had someone to talk to in the back.

Monday morning I tried to sleep but barely slept. I spent the day being lazy at home before going back to work that night for yet another delayed flight to Oklahoma City. I’m going back to San Antonio tonight and of course, my flight is delayed again.

I had every intention of running errands today and going to Costco but the rain kept me home under a cozy blanket and I ordered Del Frisco’s on Uber Eats.

I’ve been getting a lot of my quilt done lately, which has been great. I’m calling it my delay quilt since I’m taking advantage of all these delayed flights to work on it. When my mom made me the quilt I now have on my bed, she said for years that she would make me one once I finished high school but then I left high school after 3 years and she changed it to college. I finished college in 3 years too and there was still no quilt but then she said once I got my first job and then my first place on my own. I felt like there was always a new thing to achieve before the quilt would be done. When I finally moved to Texas, my mom finished my quilt about a year into living here. I joked about my own quilt that I’d be done by the time I get married but honestly, it’s very possible it will be done this year (and I’m obviously not getting married haha).

June is always a hard time of the year for me. I’ve never been big on birthdays and mine is less than a week away. I’m struggling with knowing that when I turn 35, I will be an age that Dan never got to be since he passed away shortly after his 34th birthday. 14 years ago I had a mental health crisis, and 13 years ago I lost my job and in some ways, also lost Dan. I try not to put too much pressure on my birthday so it’s not a disappointment like it was last year when I wanted to have a party but never got to. When I turned 33, things went almost exactly as planned and it turned out to be a pretty good birthday.

This year, I don’t have a whole lot planned but will be celebrating a little early by seeing Julia Cole in concert in Dallas on Thursday. I can’t contain my excitement. I’ve been jamming out to her songs all week on my rides to and from work and for the last few years, I’ve been one of her top Spotify listeners. Especially after breakups, Julia’s songs really resonate with me. There’s nothing quite like singing your heart out with the words that you didn’t know how to put together yourself but feel them to your core. Matt dropped his trip on Thursday so he could go to the concert with me, which I thought was nice.

Life has been so far from everything I had planned, especially this month. The houses I’m trying to move to this summer keep delaying move-ins so I’m starting to think I might have to find something else. I also got pulled onto reserve next month, which is a whole struggle in itself trying to manage being on call and needing a dog sitter. I’m praying that everything works out and I somehow survive July.

I hate having to constantly adjust my expectations these days because I just feel so incredibly disappointed lately. It feels like one thing after the next.

Anyway, I’m about to board my flight to San Antonio. Praying for no drama tonight and an on-time arrival tomorrow morning. Honestly, is it Thursday yet? I need a night off!

xoxo

Annie

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Hey, Ibuki! Have you considered taking up poetry? Even if you can’t sing anymore, you can still write! And with your unique lyrical style, I’m sure whatever you come up with will be great! After all, what’s a poem but an unsung song? It can be a great outlet for your feelings. What do you think?

*In Ibuki's room, she seems a message*

...?

'Wow dude, don't bum me out; I did just get up you know.'

'Oh right sorry but those bracelets send messages to us and to keep track of us, hope you don't mind.'

'It's okay, I don't mind it but I do want to get some sleep, still it was nice talking to you all and watching movies; say you guys are gonna come back and talk to me, yeah? Hospitals are pretty boring.'

'Well don't worry, will be sure to visit you while you recover!'

'But we better head to bed as well, will see you tomorrow.'

*Sonia does sign languge* 'Yeah, we will - see you tomorrow, Ibuki!'

'Yeah guys, see you tomorrow everyone and goodnight!'

*As everyone leaves, Ibuki and Teruteru were the only ones in the room*

'Man, I wonder if I get to see shirtless Hajime tomorrow; I mean that be a cool dream come true.'

'Hm? Oh right you heard that Hajime is shirtless? Well seems it's due to medical reasons from my understanding and Future Foundation is working on a way to fix that.'

'Wait wait whooa, so Hajime won't be shirtless anymore if they fix that!'

'DFADFLASFSFASDKLFS!!! NOoooo, Ibuki wants to see shirtless Hajime, Future Foundation will deny fan service while she stuck in beeeed!!!!'

'Whoa whoa, calm down; I'm sure Hajime won't be cure yet so don't worry!'

'But Ibuki wants to see it, Ibuki must! So Teruteru; I assign you to make sure Hajime is shirtless! I mean seriously - think of all the fan service you can get dude, like seriously did you forget your a horn dog!'

'But...but...!'

'Well... since you ask me, I suppose I could try and stop Nagi from not ruining the fan service.'

'YEEEEEAH, IBUKI THANKS THE LOCAL PERVERT FOR THIS!'

'But yeah, Ibuki's gonna go to bed so goodnight.'

*As then Ibuki tucks in as Teruteru*

Well well... seems now I got a mission to make sure Hajime is shirtless, after all we are on a beach; it has to be done.

hmhm, yep time to get to work...

*Teruteru walks down the hall and gets ready for bed...*

[dragon-susceptible]

The Chasing Shadows stories from Reflections specifically mentions another random dark mage that Rayla encountered in her quest to track down Viren.

Skor's going to have a good heart-to-heart with Callum where he explains what happened, and Callum is going to have a good conversation with Amaya, before they come into close contact again, at least, and it won't be for a while.

To be fair, Avizandum has been king of the dragons for a long enough time they should probably remember his name. He was one of the ones who worked with the Orphan Queen, remember, so like. They did have the name at some point. People down the line between her and Harrow just decided it wasn't worth remembering, which is rude af.

Having not seen Wicked, I will take your word for it lol

She did even XD

We did not get an explanation of who the Jailer was, but I do find it interesting that she's described as a human mage on the wiki but not a dark mage. So she was using magic like the primal stones, magical artifacts, for her power. She also had some connection to the Orphan Queen, i would guess? Since she was there to help imprison Aaravos after the Orphan Queen uncovered his treachery. I wonder if Sarai and Amaya (and by extension Callum and Ezran) were descendants of hers, and that's why Ezran is so special. He's where the bloodlines of the Orphan Queen and the Jailer finally crossed.

Yeahhh Skor's having a time of it.

I mean yeah, old white man in a position of power with a wheedling voice gives me bad vibes too, but you gotta remember Harrow knew him as a young, ambitious man with a lot of cheer who was an absolute nerd who was always carrying stacks of books around.

I also think it's suspicious that Viren and Sarai were thrown from the same horse, with him between her and the dragon tail that impacted them, and she was in full armor with him in his pretty courtier's robes, and yet somehow she takes the fall so hard she dies but he gets out barely scraped? Suspicious as all hell. Also the way the screen just goes black when he narrates her death instead of just fading back to the present or something. Plus! Amaya canonically stopped being friends with him after that! And started warning people not to trust him! I know in my heart she also thinks Viren killed her sister but she knows Harrow doesn't believe it. (also nah I'm not a girl but I'm queer as hell and don't mind it as slang either, I just saw on your blog page that you also are not and wanted to make it clear I was using it as slang not addressing you lol)

Also like. The "Know your place - right here. On. Your. Knees." was a hell of a scene for those of us who saw Viren's gay obsession from the beginning. Harrow knew about Viren's little gay thing for him. Realized it had turned into an unhealthy obsession. Finally responded to it in a way that they both knew he never would if he was actually receptive. And it burned Viren to kneel in that context. And the next time Viren goes to see him he betrays him. Funny how that worked out. Harrow really should have had a backbone with his friend a long-ass time ago.

Yeah I'm running with the theory.

Callisto's got their own issues but their habit of keeping everything at an emotional arm's length is doing them a favor with discussing this.

I'm thinking Corvus might get captured at the Moon Nexus same as canon, though it kinda bums me out that I won't get him with the group for very long that way. He'll then escape and instead of going after the boys, when he realizes Soren and Claudia were sent after him In Gren's Place, he'll go back to tell Amaya the truth and free Gren. That's the tentative thought anyway.

Mmm, while the switching POVs mid-scene (or more accurately, writing in a way that knows both characters' full thoughts) is something that can be done, it is not something that I can do well. I'll figure it out. I'll probably start with Runaan's POV, and I'll revisit Skor's after he's had some time to work things out and calm down.

Different Path Taken Ch18 P1: Lord Virus

Am I embracing the old fandom meme of refusing to use Lord Viagra's actual name because I think it's funny? Yes. Is it actually at least partially because I couldn't fucking spell it for a second in that title? Absolutely yes. Here have a section from the next chapter featuring the remaining adult elves (as Ram's with the kids) questioning Corvus about Lord Villain.

“It was a position King Harrow invented for him - as I understand it they were friends in their youth.” Corvus recited, and Andromeda tilted her head as she watched him go over the information.  He’d tried to bargain a little, but he caved the moment Runaan had pressed him about it. “He wasn’t highborn, but most of King Harrow’s Council aren’t.  Neither was Queen Sarai.  Lord Viren was a mage before he took the position, but I don’t know who he studied with or where.”

Interesting.  So dark magic wasn’t something readily found in Katolis, or at least wasn’t prominent enough to guess where a master studied.  That made sense with the relatively few dark mages they encountered near the border.  Andromeda glanced over at Skor for his reaction, and caught him scowling at the human’s shoulder.

Ah, yes.  Corvus was sent by General Amaya, so Skor’s hackles would be up automatically.  She didn’t know exactly what had happened to him, but the loss of his voice was a scar not easily forgotten.

“He’s - he was one of the king’s closest advisors.” Corvus continued. “He was said to be the closest, before Prince Harrow married Crownguard Sarai, and after she was killed in Xadia by Thunder.”

“Avizandum.” Runaan interrupted, arms folded, face darkening in response to the name.  Andromeda winced at it too.  When Corvus paused, Runaan said coolly, “The dragon king.  His name was Avizandum.”

Corvus’ eyes flickered to her and to Callisto, and Andromeda wasn’t sure what he saw in their faces when he nodded carefully. “Avizandum.  I’m sorry, I just - we don’t know.”

Callisto’s lip curled. “You don’t even know his name, but your people killed him at the foot of his own den.” They sneered softly. 

“He killed Queen Sarai,” Corvus countered, frowning back bravely. “Did you expect that act of violence to go unanswered?”

“He killed your queen after an unprovoked attack on the border!” Callisto said incredulously. “What were you expectin’ the reaction to be?”

“It wasn’t -” Corvus grimaced. “I can’t say that the mission was provoked by Xadia, but it wasn’t reasonless.  Katolis and Duren had been suffering a drought that had left our kingdoms starving.”

“And your solution was to kill some innocent creature on the border?” Callisto challenged.

Corvus took a deep breath and met their gaze evenly. “Lord Viren found a spell he could use to bring warmth and rain back to the kingdoms, allowing us to grow enough food to save a hundred thousand souls that would otherwise have starved to death that winter.  It . . . required the heart of the magma titan to cast it.  It was dark magic, and Queen Sarai disliked the idea, but . . . it saved the lives it was meant to save.” He looked up at Runaan bravely. “As assassins I imagine you understand the logic of taking one life in defense of many.”

Runaan tilted his head at him, and Andromeda’s eyes widened at the daring.  Privately, she had to concede he had a point, but . . . dark magic wasn’t as clean as a simple killing.

“Dark magic is not the same as death itself.” Runaan put her thoughts into words with a voice that was deadly soft. “It is a poison that eats away at the users and drains the lives of those around them, sacrificing innocents for power that isn’t yours to take.  It spreads like a plague wherever it touches and all bleeds back to its original source, feeding an evil much deeper, much darker than you know.  So no, what we do is not the same, and Katolis of all the human kingdoms should know this.  But if you have forgotten your own history, that is likely the fault of recordkeepers generations behind you who have failed you.” 

Corvus frowned deeper as he sat back in his seat. “Why would Katolis know better than the other human kingdoms?  What deeper evil gave rise to dark magic?” He wanted to know.

Runaan did not answer him. “Lord Viren, tracker.  You were saying he found this spell that prompted the attack?”

Though the human looked somewhat frustrated by Runaan’s refusal to answer his questions, he sat deeper in his place and nodded. “Queen Sarai was . . . displeased by the idea.  She and General Amaya have never agreed with the use of dark magic.”

Skor scoffed loudly from the other side of the cave, but when they all looked at him he waved a hand dismissively rather than bothering to answer.  He sneered in silence at the tracker. 

Corvus pursed his lips and kept talking. “They’ve always said that it’s a shortcut, and shortcuts are bound to have consequences.” He shrugged. “I guess they were right.  General Amaya - no one knows what exactly happened across the border, except the soldiers who were there.  I wasn’t, I was - too young.  But ever since Queen Sarai’s death, the general has said Lord Viren isn’t to be trusted.  That no matter how helpful he seems, and he may be helpful for years on end, he will one day stab you in the back.  I’ve never properly spoken to him myself, I’ve only met him a handful of times and kept my distance per her advice.”

“So why does the king trust him so?” Runaan asked, brows furrowing, as a thought began to take root in Andromeda’s mind.

Corvus shrugged helplessly. “He is the king’s oldest friend.  Why wouldn’t he?  As far as he is aware, Lord Viren’s never betrayed him.  The queen died in rescuing him from the - the dragon king.”

“You said he was the king’s closest advisor both before his marriage and after the death of his wife?” Andromeda asked thoughtfully, tapping the fingers of her good hand against her own lips as her thoughts came to a full theory.

Corvus nodded. “Yes.  At one time he was friends with both the queen and the general, but after the queen’s death . . .”

“No one else witnessed the queen’s death?”

“. . . No.”

Andromeda looked at Runaan. “Perhaps the dragon king isn’t the one who killed their queen at all.”

Runaan frowned, sitting back on his heels. “Why stop there, then?” He asked. “If he seeks power, why wait until his friend married, and then only kill the wife, if he was the closest thing the king had to family before this?”

“He wasn’t in line for the throne directly,” Corvus said quickly. “And he never will be.  That claim is hereditary, tracked through the bloodline.  King Harrow married Crownguard Sarai when he was still a prince, anyway, and he only took the throne shortly after Prince Ezran was born ten years ago.”

“Still, why wait ten years?” Runaan pointed out. “If he was likely to be chosen as regent for the boy, once he was born . . . ?”

“Unless it wasn’t just power he wanted,” Andromeda pointed out, and all of the men looked at her in confusion.  Dawning realization spread across Runaan’s face first. “What if it wasn’t just about the throne?  If he was so close to the king . . .” Skor and Corvus’ eyes widened next.

Callisto was still squinting in confusion. “What exactly are you gettin’ at?”

She resisted the urge to taunt them about it. “Perhaps his interests in the king weren’t strictly political, is all I mean.”

“They were both married at different points,” Corvus said hesitantly. “And Lord Viren was married first, as I understand it.  I don’t know exactly what happened to his wife, all the general ever says is that she vanished many years ago when their children were very small.”

“Vanished?” Andromeda echoed, grimacing as her stomach twisted unpleasantly at the implications of that. 

“Voluntarily,” Corvus said quickly. “At least from what we know, she just left without much of a warning or an explanation.”

“Doesn’t disprove my point, then,” She said, though she still grimaced at the very concept of being willing to abandon her children entirely, even with their father. “They both sought other relationships, but he wanted his control over the king, and his wife eventually realized she could not compete with that desire.  She leaves, the king marries and starts to drift away from his influence.  Perhaps he didn’t orchestrate the attack to get the queen killed, specifically, but when he sees a chance to get rid of her without suspicion, he takes it.”

Runaan grunted. “Seems he didn’t quite manage without suspicion, if what Corvus says about his general’s thoughts is true.”

Andromeda nodded to concede the point. “Still, the king is fooled.  So he regains his influence over the king for a few years . . .”

“So why is the king dead now?” Callisto asked, frowning. “If we follow that reasoning, there’s no reason for him to have died that night if we didn’t do it.”

Andromeda shook her head. “I don’t know.  It has to have something to do with the death of the dragon king and the egg.  Something about those events a few moons ago changed things on both sides of the border.  And if the attack was meant to be vengeance for the queen, why wait as long as they did for that?  The attack that led to her death was years ago.”

“Only King Harrow and Lord Viren crossed the border for that.” Corvus said carefully. “It wasn’t a mission known to most of the kingdom until it was too late to stop them.  Assistance from the Standing Battalion was turned away.”

“So he whipped the king up into a vengeful fury again.” Andromeda said, dread settling deep in her stomach as it all fell into place with Ram’s suspicions. “He leads the king across the border to respond with sudden vitriol to a death that happened years in the past, and they use the chance to steal the egg of the dragon prince and leave the dragons believing it was dead.”

Runaan’s hand was over his mouth with deep thought and he moved it to rumble, “The egg was not all that was stolen.” He glanced over them all seriously. “The queen did not give me a list, but she mentioned many things from her nest and her hoard were missing.  The dragons do not keep many artifacts that are not of great power or significance in their den.”

“So this all was a power grab.” Andromeda said softly. “Get the dragon king out of the way using the human king’s rage, get the egg, get whatever other power he can gather up . . . but why not reveal he has the egg?  Why keep that a secret?”

“King Harrow was usually a kind man,” Corvus said carefully. “It’s . . . he wanted revenge, but no one knew about the egg being stolen until now.  No one, I swear on my mother’s life, no one on this side of the border that I know of knew that the egg was here.  I somehow don’t think King Harrow was on the short list that did know.  He wouldn’t have approved of taking a child - or, close enough to one - from its mother, for no reason.”

Runaan narrowed his eyes. “But you could think of a reason he might justify it.”

“If he thought the mother was harming them.” Corvus replied immediately, and shrugged when they all looked at him.

Andromeda cut off the tangent before it could get further, outlining the theory once again as it took place in her mind. “So something triggers the mage to want more power from Xadia - dark magic alone could do that.  He whips the king up into a rage, comes to the dragons for another power grab.  The king grows suspicious in the wake of the attack, presumably realizing he’s taken more than just the life of the dragon king that they attacked for.  The mage loses influence over the king, we come to kill him . . .” She trailed off with a frustrated scoff. “It still doesn’t make sense that he would kill the king if he’s kept him alive this long, unless something else happened that we don’t know about.”

“It could be as simple as you say,” Runaan pointed out. “He lost control, the general’s distrust filtered through the king’s freshened grief and Harrow grew suspicious of the mage.  On top of that, we know Ezran fears him.  He won’t be able to manipulate the boy the way he can the father, if Ezran takes the throne.  So he has to take control now, before Ezran is old enough to take it from him.”

It was true.  Ezran had confessed before that he disliked Lord Viren, and was intimidated even by his ‘friend’, Claudia, the other dark mage like her father.  Animals were unsettled by the air of dark magic and that made the boy just as unsettled, and Lord Viren had been rather openly cruel to his own son. 

“There’s still something missing,” Callisto said slowly. “We’re theorizin’ things to fill in the blank of why the king is dead now.  But as for everything that led up to that night . . . it all does fall a little too well into place if the mage is playin’ us all for fools.”

Runaan hummed an agreement. “What about you, Corvus?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at the tracker. “Where do you fall in your loyalties, and why?”

[cloudytaemin]

Sugar (Act IV)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Series Genre: Sugar Daddy AU, Smut, PWP, PWF

Series Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Mental Illness, Depression, Alcohol, Sex, Daddy Kink, BDSM

Chapter Warnings: Pet Names, Panic Attack, Kissing, Recollection of Traumatic Events, Mentions of Abuse, Depression

WC: 2.21k

A/N: Woo another chapter! I'm trying super hard to get these out.

Taglist: @taerzannie @taem-min @badpvn @aquawol @taeminsonlywhxre

You don't know how you ended up laying on Taemin's lap after eating Chinese takeout, you don't know why he's tracing shapes into your arm and you don't know why you're so comfortable with it.

Some stupid rom-com you don't know the name of plays in the background, but you're a bit lost looking up at Taemin. His defined jaw stares toward the screen as he watches the movie, his breathing even and rhythmic. You mentally frown as you realize how much you really don't mind his presence. It's not right for you to be this way, he's just your client.

"y/n," Taemin says your name.

"Yes, daddy?"

"I'd like you to stay the night tonight."

"Okay," you reply. It's a bit simple, but you honestly don't care. This moment seems too intimate, too comfortable. It's comfortable to the point where you become uncomfortable.

"Hey, y/n, you're staying tonight right?" Kibum asks, looking down at your head on his lap.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I?" He chuckles and ruffles your hair, to which you respond by sitting up and pecking him on the lips.

"I don't know, I was just asking," he says, taking another sip of his beer.

Later that night, Kibum's far too many beers in. "y/n. Let's have sex, it'll be fun."

"Again?" You feel hesitant, it's the third time today and the apartment's a mess. There's trash scattered across the floors, beer bottles in groups on the table, and yet you still wonder how he manages not to have a beer belly and this much stamina.

"What the hell do you mean, again?" He grabs you by your hair, causing you to let out a whimper. It's a little bit painful, just a little bit pleasurable, and all the right amounts you need to let him start kissing you.

"Kibum, no, I can't, I won't, not today, maybe tomorrow, okay," you whisper as you break away from the kiss. Your body hurts. It's been too many days, no, weeks, maybe even months like this. You need a break.

"No, we're doing it today," he argues, looking down at you as if you were nothing.

For the first time in a while, you question the look he has in his eyes. "Do you love me?" You ask, blinking slowly.

"Huh? What do you mean, you're smoking hot and you take me so well, why wouldn't I?"

Tears well in your eyes as you realize the stone cold truth. No matter how much you ever loved Kibum, he wouldn't love you back. He never could. He only wanted you for your body. That was all you were worth. A college degree and a body. What better way to go then to use your worth to pay for the degree you believed in?

"Pay me then. You have to pay me, and I'll let you love me, if my body is what makes it like this for you."

"You think I have the money for that bullshit, y/n? You have sex with me because you love me back, not for a damn incentive."

"I think we have different ideas of love. Can we just cuddle and go to bed tonight, please Bum?" You plead with him one last time before he snaps.

You struggle to look at him as you hear him pull on his shoes. "I can't believe I ever invited you back to my place. I should have left you with your dump of a family like you deserved." The door slams as he says the last sentence, leaving your reserve to crumble.

Tears come washing over you as you lose the person you thought was the love of your life. He didn't love you, so why did it hurt so much to see him walk away? You loved him. You loved him so much that it hurt you to be with him, every day was nothing but you giving away your identity to please him.

That night, you find a rich-looking man outside of the chicken place you walked to after leaving Kibum's place. "Hey, sweetheart, are you looking for a nice man to put you in your place? You look a little lost."

"Depends, am I lost?" You can see where it's going, you've seen it in hundreds of movies. The anger you had for Kibum fueled you to use your body, find someone who could love you with their body since he never could with his heart. If men couldn't love you with their heart, wasn't their body the second best thing?

"Well, you appear to be to me," he smirks as he sees you play along.

"How much. I'll get in the car if you tell me how much."

"Ten thousand, but I want two full days with you. I don't look for prostitutes, I want someone to take around," he finishes. "I'm not a cheapskate, I pay top price for women as good looking as you."

"Deal."

That night may have been more traumatizing than all the rest, but you found a remedy. A remedy to all the pain Kibum had put you through with his life and his words. These men only wanted your body, they didn't put false hopes into your head. And it paid. Paid better than falling in love again ever could.

You wake up with a scream, remembering all of the things that you've gone through and the ways you've gotten here. A panic attack rushes over you as you don't remember where you are, it's foreign.

The hyperventilation and fear that wracks through you is like no other when you get out of the bed you're in. Are you back at Kibum's? Where is this place. It couldn't be there, he had yellow sheets and these were gray. The room was too big to be KIbum's. Too expensive looking.

Indicators. Something. You can't help but look to the ground and curl in a ball, trying to gain control of your breathing as you suck in tears and your vision is clouded.

Down the hall, Taemin is awoken by your outburst. Worry shoots straight to his mind, but he hesitates. Is it too much for the arrangement that you two had? Are you panicked because he carried you into the guest room after you fell asleep? You may not want to see him.

You spend an hour gathering yourself, working through the waves of emotions that come and go.

"Call me daddy. That's the only name I should hear come out of your mouth, understand?"

"Yes, Daddy, I understand," you answer, looking lovingly into the eyes of the man who owned you for the next week or so.

He made you feel loved, even if it wasn't in a way that made your heart flutter.

Only Kibum could do that, and there was no more to be seen.

You eventually lay back down in the bed, beginning to scroll through your phone. There may be an exhaustion wave, but it doesn't mean that the brain has fallen asleep one bit.

When Taemin hears nothing but silence, he decides to walk down the hall and check up on you.

"y/n, I heard some noises, is everything alright?" He starts soft, not wanting you to know he recognized the sounds as sobs and screams.

"Everything is okay, daddy," you reply, forcing a half-smile. "I think there were some men down below moving things, or something like that."

His skin crawls at your use of the nickname. God, he hated how unnatural it sounded coming from your lips. To top it off, he knows how effortlessly you lied to him about the sound.

"Are you sure everything is okay, love- princess?" Fuck. The name slipped. It wasn't intentional. It came out like butter, the words slid off of his tongue before he could think about them.

"Yes, daddy, everything is okay," you push the persona, part of you is looking for comfort but the other half is afraid at the caring atmosphere of this very moment. For the college fund. You'll do it for the college fund.

"I can't keep watching you lie to me. You should know that by now, especially after our meeting," he sighs in defeat. He sits next to your laying down figure on the bed. "I heard it all, but I wasn't sure what you might need me to do." There's no venom when he says it.

"Please don't fire me, I swear I can control them, please," you beg. "I think it might be better if you do fire me, since you don't really use me for what I'm worth, but if I'm making you happy I can be okay, I won't have any more attacks, I'm sorry."

"What makes you think I'm going to fire you?"

Your desperate orbs stare back into his eyes, pleading for something, anything that can save this job. Not only does it pay well but it isn't very sexually demanding, at least yet. You wouldn't mind if it was, this was beginning to feel too intimate and you were getting scared.

"I don't know," you reply.

In that moment you look so desperate and broken that Taemin feels the need to fix you. Even if it wouldn't be possible, he had to try. He leans closer to you, putting his arm by the side of your head to keep from falling on top of you. Hesitant at your reaction, his lips meet yours slowly.

He wanted to engulf you in his love, make your pain go away. For the first time, this was suddenly about more than having sex with attractive girls. It hurt him when you were hurting, every second that he heard you struggle made him want to fix it. Love you until you would feel, because while he didn't know what caused you to feel broken, he could tell you were numb somewhere.

A tear rolls down your cheek as he kisses you, a second of fear shuddering from your lips down your spine, but dissipating into a bit of comfort.

"Daddy, w-why," you trail off.

"I guess I couldn't stay true to the 7 day rule. You're beautiful, has anyone ever told you that?" Taemin says, hand cupping your cheek.

"You sound like Kibum." It's all you can manage to say or think in the moment, and you regret it the second it comes out of your mouth. Taemin's face goes stone cold.

"Who the fuck is Kibum?"

"An ex of mine, he's not anything to worry about, I just- I couldn't help what I said, daddy, please forgive me, please," you sense the change of atmosphere in the room.

His expression falls again. "Is that why you were crying? Do you miss him?"

"N-No, he-" your eyes begin to water at the thought of him again. "He's not a good memory."

"Nothing is going to hurt you here." He leans down once again and gives you a long kiss on the forehead.

"Daddy," you start. "Can I do something quickly?"

"Sure, what do you need princess?"

You shakily reach your hands up to the sides of his face and pull it towards yours. You kiss him softly, the familiar comfort of the first time returning to you. He responds within a few seconds, kissing back just as slowly as you had.

"Sit up," he commands.

You pull yourself up with him from where you had been laying down, and he pulls you in again for another kiss. It continues just as slowly, but this time he adds his tongue into the mix. You let him with no fight, feeling as he explores every inch of your mouth and your lips can't get enough of one another.

Your arms find their way around his neck and his hands find their way to settle on your waist. Like the clouds clearing after a storm, you find some kind of warmth in the kiss you share. More than just a kiss that you might share with a client.

Heavy breaths were taken from your nose until you couldn't take any more of them. You swear that your heart's been skipping beats for the last two minutes or so that it lasted, but time is irrelevant now. As you pull away, his lips chase yours.

Like someone lit a match inside of you, your heart blossomed just the slightest bit.

"y/n."

"Daddy," you utter.

"You should get some rest, you've had a tough night. I'll see you in the morning." He smiles softly at you, even when he knows you can't see it in the dark.

"W-wait, Taem- I mean, Daddy-" you stumble over words as they escape your mouth. "Could you stay until I fall asleep?"

"Are you not big enough to sleep by yourself, princess?"

"I-I am, but I just- I feel better with you there," your voice gets quieter on the last part.

"Ten minutes, and then I'm going back to my room." He shakes his head.

He spoons you as you begin to drift off, an odd feeling of serenity in your body. The warmth radiating from his body spreads to your back and is like a blanket engulfing you in its warmth.

You never slept better since the start of you and Kibum.

[matan4il]

So, it's just a funny story for exhausted shippers I have been seeing lately. Honestly, I'd like to buy you all Gatorade and power bars for doing the heavy lifting all these years.. So here's my story to maybe give you hope.

I watched season 1. Fine, it was good. I'm happy to turn on 2. The moment Eddie was introduced to what a man, while Buck stared at him, I literally groaned. My husband asked, "What's wrong" and my only reply was that an army of shippers was just born.

Full disclosure after that, I hated shipping them. I actually anti shipped them because listen, I have seen this story before, and I didn't like the ending.

So begin seasons of my husband looking at me every time they were on screen just to see me roll my eyes. I explained so many times that it's ridiculous how much they are giving shippers who probably won't get a payout. Worst, yet that dick (I love him, mind you) always turned it into a joke. Random times, he would just quip what do you think Eddie and Bucks' wedding will be like? I swear he's an amazing man, don't judge!

So when Anna came along, I was actually relieved. Like this solves my shipping problem. But I disliked her so. Worst, I lost all Buddie and Christopher goodness, so I then regretted my eye rolls.

OK, so then Taylor was back. Maybe this could fix it for me for a few reasons. I yes disliked Anna and Eddie. However, Buck is my favorite, and when she came back, well, I always viewed her a bit like Bucks white whale. (Between you, me, and the igloo, I will also admit.... I always thought Anna made Buck sad). So here is my insecure boy. Shit went down with Albert and the neighbor girl. Eddie was occupied with Anna. So, OK, I can deal with this because yeah, Buck, you won...... But you can guess it..... I hated it!!!

Honest, I wasn't even sold it was gonna happen after the lasagna dinner. I just don't see any way the story doesn't end up Buddie now though.

My main point is this. If you are a bummed anon because you think the showrunners are trying to squash Buddie. Well, they have done a really shitty job if so. Here I am reluctantly waiting after 5 and half seasons..

Hi Nonnie!

LOL I absolutely love this ask, ‘coz trust me, I get it. We’ve all been there, we’ve all seen same sex ships that we knew would never become canon. We all know that even outside the same sex, it’s always a risk, loving a subtextual ship when it comes to the question of whether it would go canon. And that’s the place you were coming from, right? You were anti-shipping them ‘coz you thought they would be terrible together, you were anti-shipping ‘coz you didn’t want to get invested in a couple that you’d never get to see actually going canon. And the fact that Buddie won you over in spite of that says everything about their power as a couple, and as a family unit together with Chris. It’s so heartwarming and beautiful, it’s worth shipping despite the risks. So thank you for sharing your journey! I enjoyed (and laughed) reading about each of the stations along the way, and I’m so glad to know that you joined us! Yep, if the showrunners keep getting everyone to this place, sometimes kicking and screaming against their will, that has to say something!

Thank you so much for this, hope you have an amazing day! As always, here’s my ask tag. xoxox