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starryhyuck · 3 days ago

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unconditional. (m)

pairing: boyfriendsdad!jaehyun x afab!reader

words: 4.4k+

summary: the attraction you feel towards your boyfriend’s father is just a silly little crush… right?

genre: smut

warnings: morally corrupt jaehyun and reader, fingering, daddy kink, kitchen sex, bigdick!jaehyun, spanking, spitting, breeding kink, overstimulation, blowjob

You wish you could say that you and Sungchan were a match made in heaven.

Your relationship began like a fairytale, with late night conversations over the phone and a bouquet of flowers greeting you at the door nearly every weekend. Sungchan was such a gentleman that you couldn’t believe he was real. You raved to all your friends about him, telling them you’d be married by the end of the year.

As time went on, however, the spark you once had began to die out.

You knew you were torturing yourself by extending the relationship longer, unwilling to let go. You had grown close to his family, becoming almost a permanent fixture in his life. So after four years, you were pretty set on seeing this all the way through simply for the convenience of it all.

“Look at you two! So cute, I hope we see a ring on this lovely lady’s finger by next year,” Sungchan’s aunt coos, pinching your cheek while you smile tightly.

Sungchan’s arm tightens around your waist. “We’ll see.”

Family events are nothing new to you, but for some reason, this year feels a little more empty. You used to glance around and feel warmth bloom in your chest, but now, standing besides your boyfriend who’s started to distance himself, you want to go home and forget this even happened.

You find solace in the kitchen, sighing as you pour yourself another cup of eggnog. You eye the bottle of vodka next to it, silently dumping a healthy amount into your glass.

“Slow down there, tiger.”

A chuckle comes from your right, and you look to the side to see Sungchan’s father, Jaehyun. He grins as he takes the alcohol from you, twisting the cap and raising an eyebrow.

“What’s got you so worked up? Usually I’m the one being berated out there during the holidays.”

You laugh at him. Jaehyun’s always welcomed you with open arms ever since Sungchan first brought you home to meet him. He was so sweet that it made you understand why Sungchan said his father had to fight off women constantly. When Sungchan’s mother left the picture, you’re certain that Jaehyun’s phone blew up with endless requests from the beautiful single women in his life.

Still, despite this, Jaehyun’s never had a serious relationship since you’ve known him.

You asked Sungchan about it, but your boyfriend would shrug, stating that his father would wait an eternity for the right woman to come along.

“I’m a little on edge, I guess,” you reply, bashful that your boyfriend’s father caught you with your hand in the cookie jar. “Work has me spinning cartwheels for them.”

He nods in understanding. “Sungchan told me you got a promotion recently. I’m glad they’ve finally caught on to your potential.”

You flush at the praise. Sungchan hasn’t even congratulated you once, only relieved that you stopped complaining about not feeling appreciated. Your late night talks where you would share your hopes and dreams with your partner are a thing of the past.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeong,” you say.

He shakes his head. “I told you to stop calling me that. Makes me feel like an old man. Jaehyun is just fine.”

You giggle, ignoring the butterflies that swarm your stomach. “Thank you, Jaehyun.”

After dodging a few more conversations of you and Sungchan’s inevitable engagement, you retire to his childhood bedroom together. He exhales as he scrolls through his phone, one hand resting underneath his neck as he leans against the headboard.

“I’m going to play soccer with a few of my cousins tomorrow,” he remarks, not bothering to glance up at you.

You nod, well past the point of waiting for him to ask you if you want to join. “Okay. Sounds fun.”

As you lay in bed, huddled to the farthest edge of the mattress while a few pillows are stuffed between you and Sungchan, you’re consumed by the thought that you’re wasting your good years away in this doomed relationship. You sigh when you realize you won’t be slipping off to dreamland any time soon, pulling yourself out of bed and heading downstairs to the kitchen.

You’re surprised to see the lights still on, wondering if Jaehyun forgot to switch them off before retreating to bed. You receive your answer when you spot him sitting on the island, nursing a glass of wine.

“Did the family really tick you off that badly?”

He laughs when you enter, licking his lips. “I think I’m past the age where I need to explain my relationship status to relatives over sixty-years-old.”

You shrug, occupying the barstool next to him. “And I think I’m past the age where I need to explain why I’m not engaged yet to relatives over sixty-years-old. I’m always proven wrong.”

“You and Sungchan are far too young to be planning something so serious. They should give you a break,” he says as he rises to retrieve another glass for you, pouring until the red liquid fills up halfway.

“It’s tradition, I guess. Once you pass the four year mark, they say you should start dreaming about a huge ball gown and dresses for your bridesmaids.”

He raises an eyebrow. “But you don’t?”

You don’t want to start discussing your troubles with your boyfriend’s dad. It’s crossing a line you’re certain is written into law somewhere.

You brush it off. “Sometimes I do.”

The conversation lulls into a comfortable silence. Your nails tap against your wine glass, taking small sips of the drink even though you’d prefer something stronger at this point. Jaehyun opens his mouth to speak, and you think he’s going to excuse himself to go to bed, but instead he murmurs, “You and Sungchan haven’t been happy for a while. I can see it. You used to come over with starry eyes and clutch onto his arm until I thought it would fall off.”

You smile tightly. “We’re going through a rough patch.”

His lips flatten into a thin line when he replies, “If the spark is gone, there’s no use in reviving it. You’re beating a dead horse. I learned that lesson with Sungchan’s mother.”

Sungchan hasn’t spoken much about his parents separating. All he told you was that his mother was unhappy, and she and Jaehyun got pregnant too young to actually explore what life has to offer. It was an amicable divorce, and Sungchan was already about to enter college so it hadn’t impacted his life much.

His mother is barely around now, flying across the world and getting the chance to see what she couldn’t in her twenties. Sungchan and her call every Sunday, and you’ve only spoken to her once or twice over video.

“I-I want to love him. I want to love him as much as I used to,” you confess in a small voice. “We used to be so happy and I know we could be like that again if we tried.”

Jaehyun swallows. “Change is hard, I know, but you’re a beautiful girl. You’re dedicated to your work and any guy in this world would be lucky even to get a chance to speak with you. My son hasn’t appreciated your talents in a long time.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, downing the rest of the contents in your glass. “I shouldn’t even be speaking about this with you! You’re his father, and- and-”

“And what?” He whispers, inching closer to you until you realize you’re only centimeters apart. “Just because I’m his father means I can’t recognize how extraordinary my son’s girlfriend is?”

The tension in the room wraps around your throat, tethering you to the man you once believed would become your father-in-law. You wish you could say it’s the alcohol clouding your judgment, but you’ve thought about having Jaehyun like this since the day you met him.

“Jaehyun,” you say, eyelashes fluttering. “We shouldn’t.”

“I’ve waited so long for the perfect woman to come along. Imagine my surprise when she walks through the door, hand in hand with my own son,” he chuckles. “The irony of it all.”

Your breath quickens, nearly about to deny him again before his lips collide with yours. Your hands fly up to his face, cradling his jaw while his tongue searches the inside of your mouth. His hands snake around your thighs, moving you until you’re straddling him on the kitchen barstool.

Knowing how wrong it is for you to be kissing your boyfriend’s father only spurs you on even more. You don’t know if that makes you a bad person, but you’re too lost in Jaehyun to comprehend the result of your actions right now.

“Jaehyun,” you moan. “We should stop.”

“Tell me you want to and I’ll listen,” he says when he trails kisses down your neck. Your hips subconsciously roll against him when his teeth sink into your flesh, marking you as his. “Tell me to stop.”

But you keep your protests to yourself, joining your mouths again in a fervent kiss. You haven’t felt passion like this since your first date with Sungchan. The electricity between you and Jaehyun bounces off the walls, buzzing in your veins until you’re drunk on him.

His fingers ghost over the waistband of your pajama shorts, tip toeing on the edge while waiting for you to give him the green light. You’re just about to tell him to take you when a thud echoes upstairs, forcing you apart.

You gasp, your mind clearing from the fog. “Oh my God,” you murmur, climbing off his lap. You comb your fingers through your hair and step away from him.

He calls your name gently. “Wait-”

“This is wrong. We should have never done this. I- I- I need to go.”

You dart out of the kitchen and back up the stairs, lips still tingling from Jaehyun’s touch.

—

“Uh, I’m heading out now. Are you going to stay in bed?”

You can’t look Sungchan in the eye, digging your face into the pillow as you nod. He doesn’t prod any further and you eventually hear the door click shut. You peek your head out to glance at the clock on the nightstand.

It’s approaching noon and you still haven’t risen from your spot, afraid of facing Jaehyun downstairs.

You know you’ll have at least some family members present to act as a buffer, but guilt creeps up your throat at the thought of what you did last night.

Your boyfriend’s father? That’s a new low, even for you.

Of course, Jaehyun is exceedingly handsome and beyond your wildest dreams, but you should hold some loyalty to your boyfriend of four years. He’s the man you’re supposed to marry, and you’re not sure how you’re going to face him after nearly riding his father.

Your bladder drags you out of bed, and you praise the heavens when you hear loud chatter occurring downstairs. Maybe you’ll get lost in the mix and before you know it, Sungchan and you will be departing for the evening with no mention of how attracted you are to Jaehyun.

“There she is,” Sungchan’s aunt laughs when you sit down on the living room couch. “We thought you had disappeared! I knew there was no way you joined those rowdy boys for a game on the field.”

You smile politely. “Not really my thing. It was just so warm under the covers that it made it hard for me to leave.”

She leans over to pat your hand. “Now that my nephew’s run off, why don’t you tell me the real reason why you two aren’t engaged yet? Why, you’re perfect for one another! A match made in heaven!”

A gruff call of your name echoes from your right, and you tense when you turn to see Jaehyun standing there.

“Can you come help me prepare lunch in the kitchen?”

“Oh, Jaehyun,” Sungchan’s aunt says with a roll of her eyes. “I was just getting quality time with her.”

He grits his teeth, jaw clenched as he stares at you. A strike of arousal burns through your core at the anger looming behind his expression. “You can speak with her later.”

You excuse yourself, tail tucked between your legs as you follow him into the kitchen. You’re startled when Jaehyun actually begins to take out the ingredients from the fridge needed to make lunch, handing you a cutting board and a knife to start chopping up vegetables.

He switches on the oven when he says, “Did you want me to forget about last night?”

You almost slip and cut off your own finger, swallowing as you reply, “W-What?”

He leans against the sink, hands folded across his chest as he gazes at you. The lust swirling in his eyes is enough to give him away to anyone walking by, and your doe-eyed expression isn’t helping your case of passing this off as a platonic relationship.

“If you want to forget about last night, say the word and I won’t mention it again.”

You chew on your lower lip. “I-I don’t know. I don’t know what I want, Jaehyun.”

He glances towards the entryway, ensuring the rest of his family are still mingling in the living room, not bothered by whatever is happening in here. He slowly circles around the island until he’s right beside you, hands inching towards your waist.

He whispers, “Did you enjoy it?”

“Jaehyun-”

His grip tightens. “Because I was dreaming about tasting you the whole night. Had to fuck myself into my fist to find some relief.”

Your breath quickens. Your nails skirt over his abdomen, mouth watering at the visual of him laying in bed, one hand wrapped firmly around his length while thinking of you. You arch into his touch, core pulsating as his name leaves your lips.

“Jaehyun, I want-”

“What’s for lunch, dad?”

You spring away from Jaehyun, barely able to contain your shock when Sungchan casually walks into the room. You quickly preoccupy yourself with cutting the vegetables like you were meant to while Jaehyun smiles as if he wasn’t about to pounce on you.

“Kimbap. And I'm warming up the leftover pie from last night,” Jaehyun replies to your boyfriend. Sungchan has sweat dripping from his forehead, not bothering to look at you as he combs the fridge for a glass of water. “How was the game?”

“Same old, same old. Donghyuck has gotten dirtier than usual with his tricks,” Sungchan replies when he turns around. His eyebrows raise at you. “Oh, hey, babe. Didn’t know you were in here.”

“Just helping your dad,” you say with a forced smile. “Did you want me to add some tuna to your kimbap?”

He nods, rounding the island to kiss you softly on the forehead. “Perfect. Thanks, babe.”

When he leaves, you shut your eyes tightly. “We can never do that again.”

“Meet me here tonight.”

Your jaw drops. “We’re leaving tonight with everyone else-”

He steps forward, cornering you as one hand grips your hip, tugging your leg until it curls around him. He hovers over you, pushing his hardened member directly against your clothed core.

“Tell him you want to stay another day. Tell him you’re not ready to return to normal life. Then come downstairs and wait for me here.”

“…Okay.”

—

Jaehyun will admit he’s a little sadistic.

Lusting after you was never part of his plan, but the moment you walked through his front door, he knew he wanted you. He had waited so long to find the perfect woman after Sungchan’s mother left. He didn’t resent her, knowing how their marriage was the only way to satisfy the pressure they faced by getting pregnant so young. He struggled to date afterwards, never understanding the right thing to say and shying away from the women who only wanted to get him into bed.

But you were perfect. He felt like a dirty old man crushing on you, even though you were a grown woman who could make her own decisions.

He would speak to you late at night when Sungchan’s already drifted off to sleep. At first, he could tell how much you loved his son and it made him keep his distance. You and Sungchan were inseparable, and he swore that Sungchan heard wedding bells whenever he looked at you.

Over time, however, Jaehyun noticed that the spark between you began to fade. You would dance around each other at family gatherings, pretending to chuckle when someone would ask you about your future wedding date. Sungchan never looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky anymore.

Jaehyun was convinced you would break up before the next holiday, but for some reason, you stayed together.

Not that Jaehyun was complaining since he got to see you, but this just made it that much harder to control himself around you.

He looks at himself in the mirror, wondering how far he’s willing to take this without telling Sungchan. But then his mind strays, picturing you waiting for him, riddled with anxiety over whether or not he plans to show. He pushes his darkest thoughts away, relieved when he spots the kitchen light burning brightly downstairs.

When he enters, you exhale, “He’s going to hate me forever.”

He treads over, lightly kissing the corner of your mouth. “No, he won’t. How could anyone ever hate you?”

He feels the thump of your pulse when he brushes his lips over your throat. His hands slither down until he’s cupping your ass, squeezing the flesh between his fingers. Your nails dig into his shoulders, whimpering when his assault on your neck continues.

“J-Jaehyun-”

“I want you,” he groans, humping into you like a lovesick teenager. “I want to fucking ravage you all over this kitchen. I want to take you on every surface of this house so that I can think of you when you leave.”

You almost go limp in his arms at the confession. His resolve chips away when you lean in and whisper in his ear, “Take me then. Do your worst.”

The way you two move is messy, scrambling to rip each other’s articles of clothing off. He bends you over the kitchen counter, grunting when he pulls down your shorts and sees you bare for him.

“My son’s a fucking idiot,” he growls, running two fingers up your glistening petals. You shudder against his touch. “How can he keep his hands off of you? How can he not appreciate how perfect you are?”

You moan his name when he slides his digits into you with ease. He curls his fingers, watching your expression with lust clouding his vision. You’re everything he’s dreamed of, pretty and pliant and wet for him as small gasps fall from your lips.

He thrusts his fingers inside you, observing your body’s sensitivity to his actions.

“Haven’t been touched like this in a while, hm?” He asks while you blubber, barely able to catch your breath. “A pretty girl like you should be worshiped. He should be on his fucking knees for you every night until you’re begging for him to offer you a break. Call in sick just so he can fuck you the way you want.” You squeak when his other hand collides roughly against your ass. “But maybe you should be punished for being a bad girl. Look at you bending over for your boyfriend’s father.”

“Jaehyun,” you murmur, whining when he inserts another finger. “It feels so good.”

“I know it does,” he replies smugly, prideful in the fact that he’s the one making you feel this way. “You’re so tight. I don’t think I’m going to be able to fit my cock in this tiny pussy.”

“It’ll fit,” you whimper. “We’ll make it fit.”

He closes his eyes, clenching his jaw at how desperate you sound for him. All it takes is another curl of his fingers to have you clenching down around him, moaning as the band in your stomach snaps.

He’s fast to discard his pants, kicking them to the floor while running a hand up and down his length. You peer over your shoulder to assess his size, and his ego inflates when your eyes widen. He chuckles as he runs his tip over your slit, coating it in your wetness.

“Bigger than him?”

You swallow. “M-Much bigger.”

A sense of clarity strikes him. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”

His mind wracks through ways of how fast he can run to the liquor store down the street, but he’s thrown for a curveball when you say, “That’s okay.”

“Really?”

“I haven’t slept with Sungchan in a long time and he’s the only person I’ve been with for the last four years. I’m clean,” you explain, blinking innocently at him. “A-Are you?”

He rubs circles over your hip assuredly. “I haven’t slept with anyone in years either and I always used a condom.”

You bite your lip. “Then please, Jaehyun. Fuck me raw.”

Jaehyun thinks he sees the gates of heaven when he pushes inside you. You’re so warm and wet for him, stretching you out until your walls hug his cock snugly. Your jaw drops as he continues to press in, mewling when he’s only halfway.

“Why are you so fucking big?” You question, jumping when his hand spanks your ass again.

“Why are you so fucking tight? Christ,” he swears. “I’m gonna blow my load before I get a chance to savor you.”

It’s hot and fast as soon as he rams in and out of your cunt. You’re so lost in each other that you forget all about Sungchan. He leans over to trace his tongue over your lips, sloppily mixing them together until saliva runs down your chin. He ruts into you until your hips slam against the counter, surely leaving you bruises in the morning.

You open your mouth for him to spit down your throat, and he batters into your pussy even harder when you swallow for him.

“You know what’ll happen when I cum inside this tight cunt, don’t you?” He snarls in your ear. “You know what’ll happen when I stuff you full until I’m dripping down your legs?”

You exhale, “You’re going to breed me.”

He grins, licking the shell of your ear. “That’s right. I’m going to breed this perfect pussy and show everyone who you belong to.”

It must be the thought of your stomach swollen with Jaehyun’s child that sends you over the edge. You gush around his length, thighs shaking while he continues to pound into you. He grunts when he watches his cock disappear into your tight hole, your pussy forming a creamy ring around his base.

“Please, Jaehyun, please. Want you to breed my little pussy. I need your cum so bad, daddy.”

It’s the last word that causes him to spiral. A string of moans leave his lips when he spurts ropes of white into you, shuddering as the most powerful orgasm overtakes him. He swears he cums for at least a minute, emptying himself until he pours out of your cunt.

You giggle. “I’ve never seen anyone cum that hard for me before.”

He kisses your cheek. “Then they clearly didn’t know what they were missing.”

You continue to fuck well into the night, careful to keep your noises to a minimum in fear of waking Sungchan. Jaehyun takes you in the living room, on the stairs, and in his bedroom. You’re doused in sweat and cum by the end of the night, bouncing on him as he observes you gasping for breath.

He spanks you roughly. “Come on. I know you can do better than that.”

You bite on your lip to prevent your loud whimpers from spilling out. “I-I’m so t-tired, daddy. I can’t do it anymore.”

Your thighs slap against his skin as you rotate your hips, and he can identify the exhaustion seeping through your bones. It’s already been hours since you started, and he knows he should let you rest before Sungchan wakes up.

“I got you, baby,” he murmurs, flipping you over gently and thrusting into you. “Let daddy do all the work, hm? Poor girl, I really wore you out, huh?”

“Daddy,” is all you’re able to reply with, especially when the pads of his fingers rub against your clit.

You squirm away from the oversensitivity, but he holds you in place firmly. “Take it all, baby. Take everything that daddy gives you like a big girl.”

He runs his hands through his hair, pushing it away from his face so he can burn this memory into his mind for later. The sight of you spread out so neatly for him on his bed, dazed and delirious from your numerous climaxes is what he saves for when he’s lonely and thinking of you. This is an image he never wants to forget.

“Can you cum for me one more time, baby?” He asks, frowning when you shake your head. “I thought you were a good girl?”

“T-Too m-much, daddy,” you gasp. “It’s t-too much.”

His eyes narrow, angling his hips and pushing in until he finds the spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You spasm around him immediately, squirting over his cock and staining the sheets with your juices. Your body convulses from the force of the pleasure, and Jaehyun embraces you softly and coos in your ear until you regain your consciousness.

Your mouth drops open and he drops his knees on either side of you, pressing his cock between your lips. You suck eagerly, hollowing your cheeks out until he hits the back of your throat. He grunts, marveling at how well you take him before he cums on your tongue. You swallow every last drop, and he collapses on top of you as your limbs tangle together.

He hums, licking up the sweat on your neck. “Break up with him tomorrow. Then get your stuff and come back here.”

You laugh. “I need you to give me five business days until my body is ready to handle you again.”

He chuckles, digging his teeth into your skin playfully. “We don’t have to fuck. We can watch a movie, make dinner, lay in bed… I don’t care. I just want you here with me.”

Anxiety clouds your expression. “When people find out about us, they’ll make assumptions. No one is going to accept this easily.”

“That’s fine, I don’t give a fuck about them,” he replies casually, even though you both know that facing the music is going to become an upward trek. “Let’s just enjoy this moment together. I don’t want us to worry about Sungchan or my family’s judgment. Let’s be together and pretend we’re the only ones existing right now.”

So you and Jaehyun do exactly as promised, pushing away your real life problems in favor of falling for one another.

#nct smut #nct x reader #jaehyun smut #jaehyun

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dryococelas01 · 3 days ago

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1. Yes

2. My mum. Look at answer 1

3. So many things. Mostly dumb and embarrassing stuff as a teen. Not starting transition years ago and not doing so now.

4. Incredibly

5. Single

6. I don't. But if I had to... in a way that I would be remembered.

7. Ketchup and hot perinaise in a wrap. I... will not explain why.

8. Not really. Used to swim a lot but can't for medical reasons

9. All the time.

10. So far back I can't remember

11. Romantically? No. Not right now.

12. Too many times. Twice in the last month.

13. Strongly dislike yes. Not yet hate

14. Family

15. Gecko, snake. Want some beetles maybe.

16. Tired and with a rough stomach.

17. No.

18. Not incredibly.

19. Yes. Transition. And maybe like... kill Hitler. Mostly transition.

20. Never have

21. Work. Been procrastinating last few days and headache and need to get it done.

22. No strong desire but not against. Depends what my partner wants. If I do though I'd prefer at 3 minimum, 4 maximum. A lot I know but it works well in my experience, sibling dynamics wise. Am a 4 child family myself, know 3 and 4 child ones, they all seem to function well compared to the ones I know with fewer or more.

23. No

24. Biology chemistry maths

25. Isn't this 14 again? Uh... I would like to meet my 'girlfriend' from when I was 14 again as I was kinda shit about the break up. Want to apologise.

26. Sleep. Pizza.

27. That girlfriend situation mentioned at 25.

28. No.

29. See 25 and 27. Though we had broken up at the time so idk if it counts.

30. Sleep and work issues. Mentally having trouble working.

31. I fucking hope so.

32. Green, one of the greens that's not quite turquoise but has a bit of blue in it.

33. Yes

34. Dont remember

35. Mum

36. Perhaps? Hard to say. Don't socialise enough for it to be relevant, to my dismay.

37. Forgive. It is hard to forget at times.

38. Fuck no

39. I'll get back to you when

40. No. What. No.

Missing 41 to 50 it seems? Or I can't see them. Anyway

51. Carrot cake.

52. Cause and effect yes. Spiritually? Idk

53. Wrote a few lines of a fic ill probably never publish.

54. If it is not an actual relationship in my opinion. I.e if a partner is abusive, is themself cheating etc. Or if its consensual cheating (like a cuckoldry kink thing), but that's a whole different can of worms and comes to the question of if that would count as cheating

55. I can be a bit sour. Idk if I'd call myself mean.

56. None

57. Yes.

58. Snow

59. See above.

60. Yes.

61. Never experienced it... potentially. Not my first choice of pet name but itd get me blushing.

62. Good company

63. Nah my names great.

64. Hard to kiss nothing mate. Unless you count non romantic kisses, gave my mum a kiss on the cheek recently. She's like a 5 hour drive away and I can't drive though.

65. My closest friend of the opposite sex is engaged. So if she approached me id probably tell her fiance whose another close friend. But if we are talking hypotheticals, like a fictional new closest friend (let's call them andy). I'll go along with it I guess! Clearly yet along with them.

66. Yes

67. My PhD supervisor

68. My best male friend.

69. Nah. Hogwash.

70. Family. Friends. David Attenborough (jk). If someone would die otherwise... I'd jump in I think. There'd be reticence but yeah. So that nebulous other person.

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 days ago

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‘Have you seen Bob?’ Yelena asked as she poked her head into the kitchen.

You frowned. ‘No, why?’

Yelena sighed. ‘He’s not in his room and nobody has seen him anywhere and it’s obvious he hasn’t gone out of the tower, that much is clear.’ She didn’t know how it was possible for a man like Bob to easily evade detection like he has now, she had originally hoped that you had seen him, seeing as how you and him tended to be joint at the hip from the moment you met but seeing as you haven’t Yelena found her options having become even more limited then before.

You hummed in agreement with her as you added. ‘And the tower is ridiculous with all of it’s floors, so he could literally be in any one of them and we wouldn’t know where to start. It could take us hours or even days at best and I’m not even trying to exaggerate.’ You tried to rack your own brain in hopes of coming up with an answer to lead Yelena elsewhere, and also hope that you’re acting skills were enough to fool her as you did in fact know where Bob was and weren’t planning on letting anyone know where he was just yet for a very good reason.

Yelena sighs. ‘I’ve checked over all the floors with the system and it said that he’s on this very floor, but yet when I asked where it wouldn’t tell me as if said it’s been asked specifically not to tell anyone.’ She adds and you tried not to let your facade slip as you made a face of confusion, all the while trying to discreetly hide the two mugs of steaming chamomile tea just behind you that you were fully intending to take back to your room before the blonde assassin caught a glimpse of you.

‘That’s very strange,’ you trailed off before clapping your hands together, ‘but I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for you and let you know when and if I see him, he can’t have gone far Yelena I know he wouldn’t and he knows that too.’ Yelena started at you for a while, getting a good read of you from her stance in the doorway and getting this feeling that you were hiding something from her, but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was as you were acting in a way that made it seem that you were as just none the wiser as the rest of them. So she decided to give you a bit of leniency and said ‘okay’ before leaving to continue her search.

Once you heard her footsteps fade down the hall and waited even more so until they faded completely into obscurity to then grab the two mugs of tea behind you, making your way out of the kitchen and towards your bedroom with hurried steps before opening the door and smiling when you saw that Bob was where you last left him; sitting on your bed as he played with the mint coloured axolotl plush with a small smile gracing his lips.

‘What took you so long?’ He asked, setting aside the plush as he moved from your bed to take one of the mugs of tea from your hand, cupping it between his larger, sweater covered ones as he blew on it before taking a tiny sip and making a noise of content as his eyes closed briefly.

Bob had been having trouble sleeping recently and you had offered up your room to be his safe haven when he finds that he couldn’t sleep in his own room, where you’d talk about anything and everything until you both feel asleep in the others presence, this situation has happened so often that you’ve made the Tower system prevent anyone but you from knowing where he was in hopes of letting him have some privacy from the likes of Ava, John, Alexei and Yelena. You loved your team but they were a nosy and overbearing bunch that you knew would overwhelm an poor sleep deprived, nightmare riddled Bob who just wanted to shut off his mind and be allowed to sleep in peace.

‘Let’s just say your frequent nightly escapades to my room might have caused Yelena to think that you’ve been disappearing to god knows where in the tower.’ You replied as Bob looked as though he wanted to hide away in the depths of his sweater, never to be seen again as his face burned red like cherry tomatoes and his eyes showed embarrassment.

‘I knew this wasn’t going to go unnoticed sooner or later, the others are bound to catch on.’ He says as he takes another sip of the tea in hopes of its calming properties would smooth his nerves, but it did little compared to your reassuring hand on his arm and soft smile that brought him back to reality on more occasions then not.

‘It’s fine sweetheart, I’d gladly get in trouble for hoarding you away in my room so selfishly.’ You joked halfheartedly before adding in a serious tone. ‘You deserve rest and I wasn’t about to let the others hound you for wanting something so simple as sleep, you deserve it so I’m more then willing for the choice words I’ll get for lying to Yelena sooner or later,’ you squeezed his forearm, ‘but for now let’s enjoy our teas before Alexei starts singing and demanding that we all eat breakfast together okay?’

‘Okay.’ Bob says softly with a smile as you and him return to your bed, the mint coloured axolotl sitting in between you both as you had your mugs of tea in relative peace, only ever trading conversation when Bob asked about certain things within your room, with you responding by going in depth about how important they were to you. It was what you wanted in the mornings within the Watchtower, moments where you get to have Bob selfishly and he got to have a couple of hours with you before everyone else does, smiling happily as a comforting silence then followed afterwards.

Only for you and Bob to have somehow found the silence a little too comforting as you both fell asleep once more with the mint axolotl squished between you both, your mugs sat side by side on the bedside table with matching smiles upon your faces, just as the morning truly began with Alexei loudly demanding that everyone was needed in the kitchen to start your day as a family as he walked down the hallway; compelled bypassing your room without stopping to see why you and Bob were cuddled cutely and tightly together.

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ollyissleepy · 1 day ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

pairings: platonic yandere!batfam x uninterested!male!reader summary: After being caught red handed stealing, (name) finds himself in the Wayne Manor, surrounded by his new family. (Name)'s disinterested in bonding is met with equally not caring siblings and father. As he spends his days alone, (name) realises his new family might care much more than he originally thought the did. cw: stealing, swearing, underage smoking, reader commits a crime, kidnapping (kind of) a/n: someone asked if I would consider to post it on ao3 and I've decided against it due to (not so) recent events regarding fics on ao3 being fed to ai. also this one is shorther, because I decided (kind of on a whim) that I want to highlight other scenes more (yes, they will be with Bruce) based on this idea I had

(Name) steps into the kitchen early in the morning. Hoping, begging that the persistent child would finally give up on eating breakfasts with him.

The past few days, Damian seemed insistent on waking up much earlier than usual. All of that just to eat breakfast with (name). The sudden disruption of his and Alfred's morning routine started to be annoying for the teenager. He has been here for a while now; why did that brat start to invade his space now?

And don't get him started on the other weird behaviours from Damian. Every time (name) turns around, the boy is always somewhere not too far from him. He sees him the most each time he interacts with Duke.

(Name) sighs, seeing that the butler is already in the kitchen. Much earlier than his usual time, already working on what the teenager recognises as a small snack for Damian. The teenager's jaw tenses as Alfred gives him a tired smile.

The teenager quickly fixed himself his own breakfast, not wanting the butler to suggest making something for him like he did the previous day. He no longer looks up when the butler greets Damian; (name) eats his breakfast in silence, thinking of a right moment to knock some sense into the boy next to him.

The right opportunity comes much later in the day when Duke is busy with his own things. (Name) makes sure that the boy is following him around before disappearing into one of the many rooms in the manor. Damian took the bait without a second thought, walking right behind the teenager.

Damian looks around the room confused, as the space appears empty. He doesn't think of turning around until (name) forcefully shuts the door. The boy jumps slightly, not expecting a loud noise behind him. (Name) doesn't wait for the boy to figure out what's going on, walking right up to Damian, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

"Stop insisting on eating in the kitchen!" (Name) shouted right into the boy's face. "Alfred started waking up sooner to make you something. You're going to run the old man thin!"

As Damian's initial shock wears off, the boy regains control over his own body. He breaks free from (name)'s hold, scoffing. He was slightly caught off guard by the teenager, but that doesn't stop him from putting his head high, trying to assert dominance. Walking out, Damian makes sure to shove (name) out of his way.

The next morning, walking into the kitchen, (name) is met with an interesting sight. Damian, standing in front of a kitchen island with random ingredients scattered on top of it. The boy is looking at them so helplessly; (name) almost pities him. Almost.

(Name) doesn't say anything, doesn't even greet the boy. Moving around the room, gathering what he needs for his own breakfast. He feels Damian's eyes following all of his moves. (Name) glances over to the boy, sighing loudly. The boy still didn't know what to do with the stuff he took out.

"I'll make you something; just... put all of that where you found it." (name) gives in, offering to help the boy. For Alfred, he told himself.

Damian doesn't respond. He does, however, follow (name)'s instructions. The boy puts every ingredient back in their previous spots. Damian smirks to himself; his plan to still eat breakfast with his older brother without bothering the butler worked better than he expected it to.

Alfred walks into the kitchen just in time to see Damian receiving a bowl of food from his older brother. The butler bites his tongue from making a comment on the interaction, knowing it might stop the boys from interacting with each other again. Instead, he starts making breakfast for the rest of the family with a soft smile on his face.

Duke finds (name) not long after breakfast, skipping towards his brother happily and talking about how Alfred agreed to take them to an arcade. The boys walk up to their rooms to get ready, failing to notice Damian listening in to their conversation. (Name) turns around after hearing someone run behind them but doesn't dwell on it much as Duke is calling for him to hurry up.

(Name) almost turns back toward his room when he sees Damian standing next to the butler, only to stop short when he feels Duke standing right behind him.

"Oh, Damian, are you coming with us?" Duke asks casually.

"Yeah. Thought it'd be nice for the three of us to spend some time together," Damian replies.

(Name) scoffs. Duke nudges him, giving a small shake of his head — a silent warning for the teenager to keep his thoughts to himself.

The ride to the arcade is uncomfortably quiet. In the beginning, Duke made attempts at a conversation, but all of them died out quickly, leaving the air in the car tense.

After what feels like hours, the car finally comes to a stop in front of an arcade. All three boys step out, with Duke leaning back into the car to speak to Alfred.

"Don’t worry about lunch, Alfred," Duke says. "We’ll grab something to eat in town."

Alfred lingers in the parking spot, reluctant to drive off. He watches as Duke gently drags (Name) into the arcade, with Damian trailing just behind them. Only when the boys disappear from view does Alfred finally turn the car around and head back to the manor.

Inside, the arcade buzzed with sound and colour — 8-bit music, clanging tokens, and bursts of digital victory music filling the air. Duke had been right: (name) was good at the games, surprisingly so. He won round after round, stacking up a small mountain of tickets that trailed behind him as he walked. Damian stayed quiet, hovering at a distance, watching more than he played. He’d only come to spend time with his brother, even if that feeling wasn’t exactly mutual. (Name) didn’t look at him, didn’t speak to him; most of the time he pretended the boy wasn't even here. If it wasn't for Duke's occasional comments towards the boy, Damian might've been invisible the entire time the boy was there.

After winning enough tickets to buy almost half of the shop inside the arcade, they decide to call it quits. Duke suggests grabbing a quick bite at a nearby BatBurger before thinking about what to do next.

Inside, they picked out a booth tucked deeper into the shop, looking for a little more privacy. Before (name) could protest, Damian slipped in beside him, boxing his older brother against the window.

They ate in silence, the arcade noise fading into the background. Both Duke and (name) seemed a little worn out from all the running around.

"So... what are we doing next?" Duke asked, stretching his arms a little. "I was thinking—"

He didn’t get to finish. One of their phones started ringing. Both Damian and Duke checked their screens, while (name) didn’t bother — he knew it wasn’t his. The only person who ever called him was sitting across the table. Damian stared at the caller ID for a moment, wondering if he should pick up.

"It’s Dick. I’ll be back," he sighed, already sliding out of the booth.

They watched him take the call, his voice low and mostly inaudible, only an apology carried just enough to reach them. (Name) watched Damian’s posture, trying to read what the conversation was about from a distance: his stance, his expression, anything that might give it away.

"So, is there anything else you want to do?" Duke asked, pulling (name)'s attention back to the table.

"Honestly? I think I’ve had enough," (name) admitted.

"You and your social battery," Duke said, grinning. "You should get it replaced; it dies out way too fast."

(Name) threw a fry at Duke, hitting him square in the shoulder. Duke gasped in mock betrayal, then burst out laughing, (name) quickly following with a laugh of his own. They didn’t notice Damian had returned until he cleared his throat.

"We were thinking of heading back to the manor," Duke said, glancing over. "Are you cool with that?"

"Yup," Damian replied simply, sliding back into his seat.

"Alright, I’ll call Alfred then. Be right back," Duke said, getting up and stepping away from the booth.

The two teenagers left in the booth sat in uncomfortable silence, waiting. (Name) kept his eyes on the window, watching people pass by outside, anything to avoid unnecessary contact with Damian.

When Duke returned, he slid back into the booth with a bit of ease that neither of them shared. He picked the conversation back up without missing a beat, filling the silence with something lighter.

"Alfred should be here soon," he said, checking his watch. "Won’t be long."

All three of them had barely stepped through the front door of the manor when they were greeted by the man (name) had bumped into during one of his first days there.

"Oh, so that’s who you went out with!" Dick said, grinning as he looked between them.

"Like I said when we spoke on the phone, I went with my blood brother and Thomas," Damian replied coolly.

"Sooo... how’d it go? Did you guys have fun?" Dick asked, clearly trying to stay upbeat.

(Name) didn’t respond. He turned and walked away before he could be dragged any deeper into the conversation. Duke trailed behind him without a word. As they moved down the hallway, (name) could still catch fragments of the conversation behind them.

"It was horrible. I do not wish to talk about it," Damian said flatly.

"I'm sorry, buddy..." Dick replied, his voice softer now, almost gentle.

Reaching the right floor, both of the boys separate, Duke understanding (name)'s need to wind down by himself.

(Name) comes down to the library, knowing that no one should bother him in there. He picks up the book he started reading recently, ready to finish it. The teenager chooses a seat further into the library, somewhere where he couldn't be seen from the doorway, throwing a blanket over his lap.

The teenager’s peace doesn’t last long. He barely makes it to the end of a chapter when he hears a voice, one he’s pretty sure belongs to Dick, calling his name. (Name) sighs, sinking deeper into his seat, hoping that if he stays quiet long enough, the man will just give up and leave. No such luck.

Before he knows it, Dick is standing right in front of him.

"There you are," Dick says lightly.

(Name) doesn’t respond.

"I know we didn’t start off on the best foot," Dick continues, voice still friendly but tinged with something more sincere. "But it’s not like you gave me much time to get to know you. You don’t even eat dinner with us."

"Yeah, haven’t done that once since I got to the manor," (name) replies flatly.

An uncomfortable silence settles between them. Dick clears his throat.

"Anyway... do you want to have a movie night with us?"

“Us?” (Name) echoes, raising a brow.

"Yeah! Me, Damian, and Barbara said she might join too," Dick says, trying to keep the tone upbeat.

"No, thank you," (name) says without hesitation, already standing.

The teenager leaves the library without another word. Dick decides on a different approach, hoping that Duke might be able to convince the teenager to join them.

Some time later, as (name) lounged on a couch in one of the lesser-used studies, Duke finds him with an idea on how to spend the rest of the day. He proposes a movie night with a few other family members. (Name) didn’t even look up, sighing.

"Let me guess, it’s with Dick, Damian, and Barbara?" he muttered. "Yeah, I’m not going."

"C’mon, just this once," Duke coaxed. "If you end up not enjoying it, I won’t ask you again. Promise."

(Name) sighed, glancing over. Seeing the look in Duke's eyes, he knew there was no way of getting out of this.

"Fine," he said. "But if you ask again, I will commit a crime just to get away."

"Noted. I’ll make sure it’s a good one, then." Duke laughed.

And that's how (name) found himself late into the night, sitting between Duke and Damian, watching a comedy Dick chose. 'A classic,' he said. Well, it was one shitty class in (name)'s opinion, but he promised Duke to make it till the end, so he doesn't voice his opinion. In truth, the teenager doesn't say much during the duration of the movie night, mostly one-word answers or a quiet laugh at something Duke had said. (name) ignores all of the scoffing and sneering coming from Damian as well as the glances he receives from both Barbara and Dick.

(Name) becomes aware that the rest of the siblings might be plotting something the next day as he is sitting in the library trying to read the same book he was previously interrupted from.

He doesn't notice his presence at first, too interested in the action happening in the book. (Name) finally sees him as he moves to switch into a more comfortable position. The teenager freezes at the sight of the man he met the first time he snuck away to smoke.

"I really liked that book," the man says casually. "Do you?"

(Name) doesn’t answer, eyes dropping back to the page, though he’s no longer reading.

"I’m Jason, by the way," the man continues. "Didn’t really get the chance to introduce myself before."

(Name) keeps ignoring him, trying to focus, hoping silence will do the work.

"You’re (Name), right?" Jason asks, undeterred. "Listen, if it’s—"

"Fuck, can’t you just take a hint?" (Name) snaps, finally looking up. "I’m not interested. Leave me alone."

He slams the book shut and storms past him, muttering under his breath.

"What the fuck is wrong with these people..."

Jason, as (name) found out hours later still on the same day, was not easily discouraged. The teenager almost turns around and runs off when he spots him under the tree (name) he often smokes under. He stops when Jason shows him a pack of cigarettes, offering them to the teenager.

(Name) steps under the tree, accepting the pack. The two of them smoke in complete silence, staring off in the distance.

What neither of them are aware of are the people watching the scene from the surveillance cameras, deep underneath the manor. The two people were trying to understand what they just witnessed.

The teenager quietly sneaks back to the manor after his smoke break when he is ambushed by someone and dragged into one of the rooms. He tries to scream, but another person present forced something into his mouth to stop him.

(Name) looks around the room he was dragged into, trying to figure out what had happened. The space is filled with technology, most of which he wasn't sure could be used for. In front of him stood two people. He recognised one of them— Tim. He’d seen him around the manor, always behind a screen or typing something faster than seemed possible. Tim stood with his usual calm, hands lightly resting against a desk cluttered with gear, like he’d just stepped away from something important.

The other... he didn’t know. A girl, older maybe, or just more intense. She stood perfectly still, her gaze locked on him. There was something unreadable in her eyes — not cold, just sharp. She hadn’t said a word, and somehow that made her more unnerving than if she had.

(Name) looks between the two, unsure of what he should be waiting for. He watches the two of them exchange looks before sandwiching him between the two of them. It wasn’t threatening, but it was definitely strange.

"I thought we could play something," Tim said, grabbing a controller from a nearby shelf. "Oh—and that’s Cass, by the way."

(Name) glanced over at her. Cass didn’t speak, but her hands moved fluidly through the air in a series of quick, practiced motions — sign language, he realised. She was saying something to Tim.

"Ah, yeah, we should take it out," he said, reaching toward (name). With a tug, he pulled a piece of cloth from (name)’s mouth. The teenager scowled, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"Let’s play then," Tim added, handing him a controller like nothing had happened.

(Name) is suddenly thankful for Duke convincing him to play on his console some time ago. Because of this, his chances of embarrassing himself dropped rapidly.

He didn't really care for what they were playing. He focused on putting on enough effort so neither of the teenagers on his sides would notice his disinterest. (Name) was hoping that thanks to that, they would get bored of him sooner and let him leave. He had tried giving the controller to Cass, mumbling something about being tired, but the girl just shook her head, pushing it back into his hands.

After that incident, (name) started avoiding the family altogether. He spent his time either in his or Duke's room, even going as far as eating all of his meals in the confinement of his room.

He was caught once, when he was bringing the dishes back to the kitchen after lunch. Barbara's voice called out for him as he was trying to return to his room. He kept his head down, hoping to slip past unnoticed and make it back to his room.

“(Name)!” Barbara called out again.

The boy stopped in his tracks. He turned slowly to see Barbara, seated in her wheelchair a few feet away, angled just enough to block his path without making it obvious. Her tone was calm, almost friendly, and (name) couldn't figure out what she could possibly want from him.

(Name) closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Barbara gestures towards one of the couches, the smile never leaving her face. The teenager's eyes move towards the couch, noticing Cassandra sitting on it.

The teenager reluctantly moves towards the couch, sitting on it with just enough space from either of the women.

Neither of them says anything, (name) simply staring at his hands and trying to ignore Barbara and Cass. Which wasn't the easiest task, as both of them were burning holes into him with their stares. He felt trapped between them, every little movement he made under their watchful eyes feeling like it was being measured.

"Barbara! Cass! Hi! I was looking for you two!" A new voice rang out, light and cheerful. "Why are you just sitting here with him?"

He didn’t recognise it. A blonde girl bounced into view, her energy practically disrupting the tension in the room. She looked at him, then at the two women.

"Stephanie, hi," Barbara replied smoothly, turning her wheelchair slightly to face the girl. "We’re just trying to get to know our new brother."

"That’s nice," Stephanie said, though it sounded more like an automatic response than genuine interest.

(Name) didn’t wait. The second their attention shifted away from him, he moved—quick, quiet, and gone before any of them could stop him.

The teenager moves quickly, going straight to one place he knows no one would bother him in: the room Alfred is currently cleaning in. The butler gives him an odd look but doesn't say anything. Instead, he decides to comment on the current place the boy gained within the family.

"You seem to be getting along with your sibling quite well, (Name)," Alfred remarked, his voice steady but observant.

(Name) didn’t immediately respond, a forced smile tugging at his lips. It was so fake it almost stung. He didn’t have the heart to tell Alfred the truth. Not yet. Instead, he simply gave a small nod, like he was pretending everything was fine.

"Maybe you could try eating dinner with everyone?" Alfred suggested, his voice almost too casual, like he was offering something small, something harmless. "I’ll be sure there’s room for you this time."

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dvrk-moon · 2 days ago

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TiCK - TACK !

PARK SUNGHOON : 박성훈

— synopsis: it never occurred to you that someone could even like the little embarrassing parts of you.

— word count: .7k

— warnings: none

— featuring: jungwon, moka (illit)

— genre: high school!au, mutual pining, football!player sunghoon x fem!reader

— playlist: tick tack - illit

— a/n: lol hello i thought about making this a long fic but maybe i could make it a series??

i. I SEE YOU FROM AFAR

There were 5 minutes. 5 minutes left until you had your daily viewing of your hallway crush, senior and running-back of your high school’s football team, Park Sunghoon.

Was you counting down the minutes a little insane? Maybe.

It didn’t matter, though, because it was the highlight of every school day for you.

He was one year older than you, so you didn’t know him very well on a personal level. Despite this, he was your hallway crush ever since he’d transferred schools the year prior.

You chalked your crush on him up to just being how good-looking he was, but on the off chance that he maybe giggled or laughed with his friends, you couldn’t help but notice how your heart rate picked up.

Tapping your shoulder lightly, your best friend, Moka, snapped you out of your thoughts. She, of course, knew about your long-term crush on the boy, and gave you a knowing smile.

“Three minutes til you see the love of your life…” she teased, poking your cheek. You felt your face flush as you swatted away her hand.

“Shush! People can hear you,” you started, “and there could be plenty of narcs in this class.”

“No one can hear me,” she said, “and no one cares. He’s probably everyone’s hallway crush, let’s be for real.”

“True, I guess…”

You paused, thinking.

“…but he was my hallway crush first.”

Moka jokingly rolled her eyes at you.

As if on cue, the bell that signified the end of class buzzed.

Now, the next two minutes would have to be planned out very meticulously:

Firstly, you needed to spend at least 25 seconds putting your stuff away. Sunghoon always walked in the hallways with his friends, so he would leave his class late most likely.

Secondly, you needed to check your phone camera to make sure you didn’t look bad. Sure, maybe it was a two second sighting, but you didn’t wanna scare him off in two seconds.

Thirdly, you needed to make sure your outfit looked alright. You straightened out any wrinkles in your shirt and slung your backpack over your shoulders.

Finally, you needed to make sure Moka left the class first, so you could stand on the outside, closer to Sunghoon. Nine times out of ten, he also stood the furthest out. You’d gotten lucky in the past with a crowded hallway and him bumping into you, giving you an, “Ope! Sorry!” as he walked on. Dreamy, right?

As Moka led the way out of the classroom, you braced yourself for the best seconds of your life. You couldn’t see him in the hallway yet, but you were sure he was on his way from his Calculus class. Had you memorized his schedule? Maybe.

Moka started a conversation with you casually about your previous class, Physics, as you attempted to look as cool and nonchalant as possible. In reality, you were the complete opposite. But Sunghoon didn’t need to know that until at least your eventual marriage.

Just in the distance, you heard the all-too-familiar voice of Yang Jungwon, one of Sunghoon’s best friends. You perked up to look in their direction, and there you saw him, glorious as ever.

Sunghoon’s hair was in his face this morning, a style he had started sporting more recently, which made you like him even more, if possible. He was wearing his jersey (Park 02) with a sweatshirt under it and some black cargo pants. You didn’t recognize them, were they new?

As the two boys bounded closer in the hallway, you looked in the other direction to not expose yourself, even tucking a piece of hair behind your ears as you approached him.

And then, there was the fated moment.

You looked up towards his direction right as you knew he would be passing, and to your surprise, you were 99% sure he just made eye contact with you. Could he have been looking at Moka? Sure, but you were too delusional to think so.

You were too immersed in your own world when Moka practically pinched you back to reality.

“Were you even listening to a thing I just said in the last minute?”

You smiled, thinking about your future with Sunghoon, now that you’d made eye contact, “…No.”

a/n : would yall be interested in a series like this??

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desisailormoon · 3 days ago

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Since she is on my mind atm…Persephone!

1.) so her appearance kind of came first because she was based off my Reverse of Arcadia avatar! And originally her name was Esther but I stopped resonating with it at one point. She also started being vaguely inspired by YooA from Oh My Girl in my mind and now she has detracted from that a lot since, but I can't remove her from Seph either. Her character and plot came to be from that game and Oh My Girl’s “Closer” <3

2.) not quite!

3.) I liked the name Esther at the time because of Orphan LOL, but when the name stopped sounding right my dear friend Anx picked out Persephone for me and it suits her perfectly! Her last name Caelum was picked in reference to her Sanctuary of the Sky deck but that name may not be her actual family game…(shall get back to you on that)

4.) growing up in a disaster torn area means the Satellite is one big graveyard, also learning to fend for herself as a girl growing up in it all while having a lonely childhood. That being said with her being able to grow plants and create art lets her breathe life into the most barren places.

5.) nothing too significant but her color palette is very earthy and warm.

6.) her eyes are big, brown doe eyes! She kinda looks like a fawn that was turned into a human and that theme of innocence (or projected innocence) comes up a lot for her. As a dark Signer, her eyes are black and red.

7.) she only stands at 5 feet. I am struggling to put it into words but her looking so unassuming in delicate actually works against her in the area she’s in and the conflicts she deals with.

8.) a lot. May have accidentally poured too much. the desire to return to something you can't. loving people even if they don't love you back at large. wanting to prove yourself and live in a world that puts a target on your back.

9.) not intentionally! but I've accepted how much I've poured into her.

10.) honestly it kind of wrote itself—I didn’t intentionally tailor her to Kiryu, but it worked out in the end! And in another universe, she is in, and she ended up bagging my friend’s OC Rei! <3

11.) nope! also wrote itself! our bi/pan queen <3

12.) trying to balance her duality, and transferring her most positive traits into negative/villainy for her dark signer self in a way that feels true to her without feeling forced or edgy.

13.) honestly that's a WIP because I'm not too sure myself LOL

14.) Seph is like if a female character in a shounen became aware of her place in stories like these and actively fought it.

15.) Seph being a gremlin never fails to make me laugh, anything with her being teasing or a troublemaker.

16.) anything involving Seph’s inner child, healing it through the twins or West and Nico, her relationship to Martha always make me emotional. Or anytime she realizes how loved she remained after her memory loss.

17.) element I regret? Not quite. Sometimes I feel like she should have more of a plant deck rather than her sanctuary deck but I still think they suit her.

18.) boy…she has been on my mind lots. I think the layers and implications of what it meant for her to be a female duel gang member were in my face during a recent wip. and damn.

19.) just one? Well lemme do a lil more:

- post Crashtown and well, post canon Seph takes over Barbara’s flower shop and it turns into a metaphysical shop as well. she also reads people’s decks and even channels monster cards!

- Seph would love animals in general, but bats and ball pythons are animals she adores even if others may be scared of them.

- one of Seph’s first crushes was a girl in the Satellite. She fell asleep on her shoulder once and ended up astral projecting to the spirit world! They could have dated but it scared that girl so bad she stopped seeing Seph 💔

- Seph used to be a huge Misty fangirl! With what little internet access she had, she would draw a lot of her photo shoots and watch interviews. When she would talk about seeing people’s fortunes with her faces, she wanted to meet her one day in hopes they would understand each other over having strange abilities.

- Seph likes to hang around cemeteries. She would draw spirits and leave flowers because the dead were much kinder to her and she didn't want the spirits to feel lonely, too. She longed to find people that would tend to her grave when she passes.

Questions About Creating Your OCs

‘Cause sometimes the stories of how OCs come to be are just as interesting as the OCs, themselves. Tell me how your virtual kids came into the world.

What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)?

Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?

How did you choose their name?

In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts?

Is there any significance behind their hair color?

Is there any significance behind their eye color?

Is there any significance behind their height?

What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story?

Are they based off of you, in some way?

If they have an LI, how much of their character is tailored to be compatible to that person?

Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation?

What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

What is something about your OC can make you laugh?

What is something about your OC can make you cry?

Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

What is your favorite fact about your OC?

#oc: Persephone Caelum #yugioh 5ds oc

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pukefactory · 21 hours ago

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hello! i recently got into dream bbq ena and adore all your writing with her. it scracthes my brain so nicely im shakign her around in a jar

i was wondering how you think ena would be with a reader who likes to talk a lot? maybe they like to ramble about their home, things that reminds them of ena or whatever thought that appears in their head. a certified yapper if you will (this isn't meant to be a request, just a silly curiosity if youre willing to indulge me)

•☽────✧˖°˖ OVERABUNDANT WORD VOMIT ˖°˖✧────☾•

★ Summary: A Compilation Of Headcanons Featuring Salesperson ENA X Reader Who Talks A Lot

★ Character(s): Salesperson ENA (ENA: Dream BBQ)

★ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

☆ ENA does not interrupt you. She catalogues you. Mid-ramble, while you’re passionately explaining the significance of a weird statue back in your hometown (“and it kinda looks like you from the back, I swear!”), ENA leans in, nods once, and chirps: “Interesting. You correlate me to public art. Does this reflect societal placement or aesthetic longing? I’m flattered either way.” She doesn’t understand all of it. She wants to. Meanie, on the other hand, squints. Taps her temple like it’s full of bees. “You talk like you’re auditioning for a friendship contest and flunking the quiet round.” But she never leaves. She stays. Always.

☆ You’ve rambled about your favourite cloud shapes for seven minutes straight. ENA, taking your words with the solemnity of a divine pact, starts pointing out clouds shaped like you. “There. That one resembles your hair curl pattern. Mark it. That’s ‘Talker Type VII.’” You laugh. ENA smiles softly and spins her sales cap backwards, like she’s about to sell you a sunbeam.

☆ Sometimes your chatter overwhelms her. Not in a bad way. Just… Too many words. Too many feelings. You’re talking about your grandma’s cooking and how the smell of burnt sugar reminds you of safety and then of death and then of her, and she gets this faraway look. Her voice lowers. “Ping me in some moments.” She walks off. Breathes. Comes back fifteen minutes later and wraps you in the world’s most complicated hug. Arms askew. Head tilted. “Repeat the part about safety. I want to write it down.”

☆ When you talk about her, ENA listens with one side while pretending not to with the other. Salesperson beams and poses: “Yes, yes, I am devastatingly cool in moonlight! Say more!” Meanie growls: “STOP MAKING ME FEEL ALL…TWINKLY! That’s a violation of workplace boundaries!” You assure her there is no workplace. There is only love. She glitches mid-scoff. Blushes in binary.

☆ You once compared her laugh to the sound of a broken music box mixed with a champagne cork pop. ENA immediately adopted it as her LinkedIn bio. “Broken music box. Champagne cork. Let’s pop off, business darling.” She starts practicing her giggle. Not to impress you—To match your poetry. To deserve it.

☆ Your voice grounds her. That’s the weird part. She expects to be annoyed. She isn’t. You’re babbling about the shapes of shadows or how this dream-sky tastes like mint and wet marble, and she—She lets go. Salesperson chuckles and says: “The ambience you provide is profitably therapeutic.” Meanie mutters: “I could nap in your sentences and forget the Boss exists.”

☆ Sometimes you talk too fast, and she can’t follow. So she starts mimicking you—word for word, tone for tone, like a glitching parrot. “AndthenIsaidnoandtheywerealllikeBOOM—BOOM—andIwas—” “BOOM! And I was! And you were!” You both collapse into giggles. You’re never embarrassed. She never wants you to be. Your joy is the only thing she doesn’t try to “optimize.”

☆ During “quiet” missions, she physically covers your mouth with her clawed hand. “Shh. Hush-hush. There are spies in this hallway. We’ll get audited by existence itself if you keep discussing lentil soup.” But she forgets to let go. You’re talking into her palm. She’s blushing through her hat brim. You whisper: “…I’m still talking about you.”

☆ You speak like your voice is trying to rebuild the world. She stares at you like she’s reading a map of a place she’s never been. Sometimes you ramble just to fill the silence. She knows. And she lets you. Always. Because silence to ENA isn’t absence. It’s danger. It’s static. But your words are anchor codes. They keep her here.

☆ Eventually, ENA starts mimicking your chatter habits. She fumbles at first—“So. Uh. My favourite chair is…also kind of about you. Because it’s broken but still very…very present. I-I don’t mean you’re broken, just—AH—STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT—“ You grin. She frowns. Then smirks. “Fine. We’re both broken. And beautiful. AND obnoxiously talkative. High-five me, noisebox.” She loves every syllable you spill. Even the ones about toothpaste brands and your neighbor’s dog. Especially those.

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pretty-royals · 1 day ago

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Missing something

| Summary : Once upon a quiet morning a small thing was forgotten—just a ring, simple and gold, left behind without a thought. And yet, for the rest of the day, Sanji grew quiet, distant, and strangely flustered. You watched him dodge your gaze, sidestep your touch, wrapped up in a secret he wouldn’t speak aloud.

Type : Fluff

Warnings : Slight angst on Sanji’s side,very soft hurt/comfort, Married™

The morning sun poured through the porthole of the shared bedroom, casting golden light over the curve of your shoulder. You stirred with a soft sigh, warm and wrapped in the lingering scent of Sanji’s cologne and the faintest trace of last night’s perfume—an blend of lavender and black tea that always clung to him after a late-night cleaning spree in the kitchen.

He was already gone, of course. Sanji always rose before everyone else, like the sun itself couldn’t function without him in the galley. You smiled sleepily, fingers trailing over the sheets where he’d lain beside you. But as your hand wandered, it caught on something small and cold resting on the edge of the nightstand.

Your brow furrowed.

You sat up, blinking away the fog of sleep, and picked it up.

A wedding ring.

His wedding ring.

The same gold band you had both exchanged months ago. You’d both promised to never take them off unless absolutely necessary.

Your lips twisted into a crooked smile. “Really, Sanji?”

He must’ve left it behind during his morning routine. That man could be precise in a fight and in the kitchen, but he was an absolute mess when it came to organizing his own life. How he managed to forget his ring of all things, though, was beyond you.

Still holding the ring between your fingers, you padded out of the room barefoot, intent on returning it.

—|

Sanji was in hell.

Not actual hell. No, not the fiery, brimstone kind.

This was a personal hell—a very specific nightmare built for only one man:

He had lost his wedding ring.

It started like any other morning. He’d gotten up early, brushed his teeth, showered, prepped breakfast, and was halfway through chopping vegetables before he looked down at his hand and realized the unmistakable absence of cool metal against his skin.

Panic had gripped him like a vice.

His first instinct had been to retrace his steps. He’d run back to the bathroom, rifled through towels, checked the sink drain like a madman, then sprinted back to the bedroom to toss the sheets like a burglar.

Nothing.

He hadn’t told you. How could he?

He couldn’t face you without it. You meant everything to him. That ring was more than a symbol—it was you. Losing it felt like he’d just dropped his entire world down a drainpipe.

So, he avoided you.

Which was hard, because you kept trying to talk to him.

You’d poked your head into the galley once that morning, the ring held behind your back. “Hey love, you okay? You seem a little distracted today.”

He hadn’t even looked up from the cutting board. “Oui, ma chérie, everything is perfect. Just focused on breakfast. Run along, okay?”

The confused look on your face had almost broken him.

Then there was lunch. You’d come by again, ring in hand.

“Sanji, can we talk?”

“Sorry, lunch rush! Later, my sweet! Mwah!”

He’d all but shoved a tray of soba into Usopp’s hands and practically dove into the pantry to avoid you. Each time he saw you, guilt tore another hole in his gut.

⸻

By the time dinner came around, you were fuming.

You’d tried giving him the ring three more times. Each time, he brushed you off. The most recent attempt, he’d actually ducked under the table when he saw you walking in.

You stood outside the galley, arms crossed, the ring clutched tightly in your palm. Maybe you were overthinking it. Maybe he didn’t want to wear it anymore?

No. That didn’t make sense.

Sanji adored you. Worshiped the ground you walked on, to the point of idiocy. Whatever this was, it wasn’t about not wanting to wear the ring.

But damn if it wasn’t hurting.

⸻

It was late.

Most of the crew had turned in for the night. The lights on the Sunny’s deck were low, the sound of the waves soft against the hull. You sat on the bed, legs tucked beneath you, the ring sitting on the pillow beside you like a small, accusing ghost.

The door creaked.

You looked up.

Sanji stood in the doorway, half in shadow, half cast in the soft golden light from the hall. He looked exhausted. Hair disheveled. Tie undone. Shoulders slumped.

But worst of all—he looked ashamed.

“Hey,” he said quietly.

You didn’t respond. You just looked at him.

He walked in slowly, as if approaching a minefield, and sat at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, hands twisted together.

“I…” he began, then stopped, cleared his throat, and started again. “I have something to tell you, mon amour.”

You waited.

“I lost it,” he whispered. “I lost my ring. I noticed this morning and I… I’ve been looking for it all day. I tore apart the ship. I searched the kitchen, the vents, even the damn seagull nests. I was too embarrassed to tell you. I didn’t want you to think I didn’t care. That I wasn’t careful. I’m so sorry.”

He still didn’t look at you.

You picked up the ring and held it out to him, your voice calm.

“You mean this wedding ring?”

Sanji froze.

His head whipped toward you, eyes wide, jaw slightly open.

You arched a brow, voice carefully even. “The one I tried to give you since the start of the day? The same one you forgot in the bedroom this morning?”

His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

“I—I left it in the bedroom ?” he croaked, horrified.

You nodded slowly.

“I found it on the edge of the nightstand. I figured you took it off to wash your face or something and forgot. I tried to give it back. Multiple times. You even ducked behind Luffy once.”

“I thought you were mad at me,” he said, eyes still wide. “I thought you—”

“Sanji,” you interrupted, voice softening, “I’m not mad that you forgot it. I’m mad you ignored me all day. You could’ve just told me.”

He took the ring from your hand like it was sacred, eyes shimmering. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You sighed and shifted forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind, pressing your forehead to the side of his neck.

“Sanji, I married you because I love you, not because of a ring. That’s just a piece of metal. A beautiful one, yes, but you are the reason it matters.”

He turned his head slightly, his nose brushing yours.

“I’ve been a fool,” he murmured. “A lovesick, panicking, fool.”

You kissed his cheek. “Yes, but you’re my fool.”

He slipped the ring back onto his finger slowly, reverently, as though he were putting it on for the first time.

Then he turned to face you fully, cupping your face in his hands.

“Je t’aime” he whispered.

You smiled. “Je t’aime aussi. Now, no more hiding from me behind dining tables.”

He laughed, breathless and warm, pulling you into a real kiss this time—soft, deep, full of the silent apologies and gratitude he couldn’t quite say aloud.

When you finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

“I swear, I’ll never take it off again.”

“Good,” you teased. “Because next time, I might just make you earn it back.”

His eyes lit up, lips curving. “Does that mean you’ll punish me, Mrs. Vinsmoke?”

You smacked his shoulder lightly. “It means I’ll make you sleep in the kitchen.”

He laughed again, and this time it was full, bright, and wholly relieved.

And just like that, the weight lifted, replaced with something infinitely warmer—something that sparkled even brighter than a silver ring under moonlight.

Love, as chaotic and imperfect as it was, had never tasted sweeter.

By the command and exclusive favor of Her Most Radiant and Serene Highness, the Princess.You are hereby named the Special Guest of the Court : @clare-875

The Princess thanks you dearly—for your wit, your charm, and most importantly, your service to the crown.

The Court :

@dazaiwifey @the-maladaptive-daydreamers @sle3pymarimo @sweet-3-whispers

#one piece #one piece x reader #black!reader #opla x reader #pretty royal writing #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji vinsmoke x reader #one piece sanji #op sanji #sanji x you #sanji

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koenigsdossier · 2 days ago

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A Little Extra

Recently, you and König have been having makeout sessions that always ended in dry humping. There's an issue, though. You aren't as sensitive as König is.

+18 NSFW, dry humping, fingering, edging, AFAB reader

You didn't mind that König was sensitive. You found it insanely hot that he could get all whiny just from some friction on his crotch and your lips on his. He always left your pussy pounding with need and slick with arousal as he came in his pants, whining and moaning into your mouth as he held you against him. König being sensitive was far from the problem you were having.

You just felt bad that you haven't cum a single time from his hard-on grinding into you. It wasn't that it didn't feel good. It felt extremely good every time, but your body just needed more. You felt bad that he had to work harder to make you cum, even if König's fingers circling around your clit left you breathless with pleasure. He's never complained or shown any disappointment in having to work harder to make you cum, but you worried that he was just hiding it from you.

So, you decided that you would edge yourself until the next makeout session. You just wanted to give König at least one time where you came from just grinding on him. You just wanted for once to be as sensitive as König was.

It was hell edging yourself, though. You subconsciously tried to remember and replicate how König's hands moved over your body. You would roll your fingers over your clit, slipping down at times to circle your entrance and gather your slick just like König did. You teased your entrance with the tip of your fingers before pushing them knuckle-deep like he would do. You curled your fingers inside of you and abused your g-spot while your thumb rolled your clit in quick circles, trying to overwhelm yourself like König did. But everything you did felt nothing like how König would do it. Your fingers weren't as thick and long as König's. You could never reach the places he did. Your fingers were nowhere near as skilled as his are. The act of denying yourself an orgasm wasn't even the most frustrating part. It was not reaching the same amount of pleasure as König gave you. The next makeout session couldn't come fast enough.

You were successful in making yourself sensitive, however.

Your eyebrows pinched together as your eyes closed from just the feeling of being in König's lap. A small whine rumbled in your throat as you spread your legs wider, pushing yourself down onto him more. König gasped at your action, his hands holding onto your waist as he tried to ground himself. His hips bucked up instinctively at the feeling of your heat completely surrounding his lower half. He could feel how your panties were already sticking to you, and all you've done was exchange a couple of kisses. He was only semi-hard while you seemed close to the edge already.

One of his hands left your waist and held your head in place so he could get a good look at you. Your eyes fluttered open as you leaned into his hand, able to see the concern but also desire in his eyes.

"You alright? You seem different than usual.." Oh, his voice sounded so sweet as he gently voiced his concerns. It just made you need him even more, yours hips bucking into him to start a slow, gentle pace.

"I-I'm fine... Just move... Please..." You punctuated your words with a deep, slow grind, making sure König got the message. His hand on your waist tightened, his eyes fluttered as he responded with a hip buck.

König mumbled out a shaky 'okay' as his hand left your face and held onto your waist again. He copied your pace, slowly rolling his hips up and pushing his almost completely hard length against you. Your hands held onto König's shoulders, squeezing them tightly as pleasure flowed through your body. Each time your clothed cunt pressed against König's hard-on, you could feel how drenched you were. It felt like slick arousal just kept pouring out of you, your panties getting soaked with your juices. You knew König had to feel how messy you already were through the layers of clothing. You couldn't hide it even if you tried.

You swear you could feel König's hard-on catch on your clit every time you rolled, almost like there were no clothes between you two. The feeling made your hips lock up for a second, and your thighs tense. It didn't take long for you to speed up, having worked yourself up far too well. You could feel your mind going blank as need consumed your body more than it already has.

You let out a high whine when König's hands moved to your hips, helping you to push yourself faster and deeper onto him. He had you clenching around nothing each time his hard-on pushed into you. It felt like if you tried hard enough, his fat cock could end up penetrating you through your clothes. The thought itself had you whining and stuffing your face in König's neck, your hands now digging into his shoulders.

You already felt so close to the edge, just mindlessly panting and whining into König's neck. Your body felt like it was on fire, a thin layer of sweat forming and soaking into your clothes. Your breath hitting König's neck made his cock throb horribly. He's never seen you this needy or desperate before. The whole thing was making his head swirl and hips respond just as desperately as yours. He would be worried about his grip bruising you if it wasn't for how pretty you sounded and how obviously soaked you were.

"C-Close... I'm close. Please don't stop... I need this so badly, please..." Your lips brushed against König's neck as you pleaded with him, causing him to lean his head back slightly.

"I won't stop... I got you... You can cum... Just focus on me..." König didn't even the brain power to think about how unusual it was that you were about cum. All he knew was that your body felt good against his, and you were pleading with him in such a whiny voice. It all made König rut into you faster, desperate to make you fall apart.

Your hips were moving sloppily as your orgasm quickly approached. The only thing keeping you steady was König's hands on your hips, helping to guide you down as you pathetically humped his lap. It was all you could do. You were so sensitive from edging yourself and not getting enough pleasure that all you could do was follow your instincts. Your mind was completely on autopilot, completely blank as your pussy throbbed and clenched against König.

"K-König! I'm gonna cum! F-Fuckk..!" You warned him, your hands gripping his shoulders so tight that his shirt felt like it was going to rip. You bit down on his neck, your mouth just needing something to do as your body tensed up. Even as you drowned in pleasure, you could hear the high, whiny moan König let out as he felt your teeth sink into his skin. You made his hips stutter, his hands holding you down on his straining bulge as your orgasm washed over you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, and your teeth bruised König's skin. You weakly licked your tongue against him as your pants and moans were muffled. He didn't need to move his hips as your orgasm caused you to rut desperately against him. Your clit throbbed as it caught on König's cock continuously, making you feel overstimulated but you didn't care. It felt good, and you needed this after denying yourself release for too long.

"S-Scheiße..!" You didn’t even realize König's orgasm had hit him, his words just turning into background noise as your ears seemed to ring. You could only register that his hips were flushed against yours as he grinded his cock against you, making a mess in his pants as he desperately tried to pull everything out of him. You could feel your cum completely soak your panties and even create a little damp spot on your pants. You were sure König could feel it too, the layers of clothing doing nothing as you were both drunk off your orgasms.

You released König's neck but still kept your lips on him, planting soft kisses against him with the occasional nibble. Your thighs tensed and relaxed as aftershock ran through you. Your hips would twitch as your body made sure you really got everything out. König laid limply beneath you, running his hands up and down your sides gently as he came down from his high. You placed one last kiss to König's neck before resting your head against König's shoulder, your hands fiddling with his shirt now. The satisfaction of your release faded, being replaced with the need for more. But you didn't want to bother König.

"Do I still get to touch you? Or not since you already came?"

Oh.

#mine #könig x reader #konig x reader #könig x you #konig x you #könig smut #konig smut #cod smut #call of duty smut

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afloweroutofstone · 22 hours ago

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Before "The Blair Witch Project" properly introduced mainstream audiences to found footage horror in 1999, people were unfamiliar with the idea of a movie made to seem as though it was not a movie. No musical score, no introductory credits, unstable shots that seemed realistic to how early handheld cameras worked at the time— all of this gave viewers the impression that what they were watching was real, actual footage.

Like HG Wells' radio broadcast announcing an alien invasion, the found footage horror subgenre's playfulness with the boundaries between fact and fiction got it in a lot of trouble. Many of these incidents have been obscured by years of rumor and urban legend, but there are at least three examples of pre-1999 found footage horror fooling audiences.

Cannibal Holocaust (1980)— the infamous found footage mockumentary about a film crew being captured and killed deep inside of the Amazon— was the first to experience this issue. Though the extent of the inquiry has been exaggerated over time, there is generally believed to have been some form of investigation by Italian authorities into whether Cannibal Holocaust was a real snuff film.

Guinea Pig 2: A Flower of Flesh and Blood (1985) had something similar happen several years later. A particularly gruesome Japanese slasher filmed from the perspective of the killer, this movie circulated amongst VHS traders until it eventually reached actor Charlie Sheen, who alerted the FBI under the belief that it was real. The FBI took it seriously until they found a making-of documentary which detailed how Guinea Pig 2 did its gore effects.

My favorite example is Alien Abduction: Incident in Lake County* (1998), which depicts an alien abduction in rural Montana. When the film was aired on TV, most viewers only tuned in after the opening credits that made clear Alien Abduction was a fictional movie. Many early internet users came together to discuss their experiences seeing something on TV late at night which displayed a disturbing, seemingly realistic alien encounter, and none of them knew what it was or where it came from. People started reaching out to Montana law enforcement for more details only to be told that no one with the main character's name had ever lived in Lake County, Montana. A TV station in New Zealand even reported that the movie's legitimacy was "a topic of dispute."

Now that most people know about found footage horror, the same type of hoax is far more difficult to pull off. A few more recent entries in the subgenre take this dynamic to an even deeper level of meta-narrative: the plot of Butterfly Kisses (2018) revolves around the idea that, because the public has grown accustomed to these types of fictional found footage hoaxes, no one would seriously believe a genuine piece of found footage horror were one to emerge. If something truly inexplicable were caught on film by an amateur, everyone would just assume that it's part of a marketing campaign for some new film coming soon to theaters.

But I think the events of the last few years have made it clear that there's still lots of unexplored territory for found footage mindfuckery. Why not set up TikTok and IG accounts for fictional characters (like what Cloverfield did with Myspace), have actors run them as normal accounts for a year or two, gradually start introducing weird and inexplicable details to their videos that are minor enough to be dismissed as coincidence or fluke, build tension until a climax in the form of an elaborate livestreamed hoax, and then create deepfake news coverage of the event that looks like it's coming from a real local news station. If we're going to have a general collapse in the public's ability to distinguish fact from fiction, we should at least have some fun with it.

Side note:

*Alien Abduction: Incident in Lake County is often confused with an earlier version of the film released in 1989 called The McPherson Tape. Even though Alien Abduction was just a remake of the equally-fictional The McPherson Tape, rumors continued to swirl after Alien Abduction's debunking that it was a reenactment of a real abduction supposedly captured in the "raw footage" of The McPherson Tape. You can probably still find a few UFO people who believe this, even though the original The McPherson Tape is now available online and uses cheap amateur film-making effects that are easy to spot for modern audiences.

#horror #found footage

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chimerafeathers · 2 days ago

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#MIRAAAAAAAA #Mira #Siffrin #augh. She's so #she's so important in so many ways #hey op do you have any thoughts on how Mirabelle's first response to Sif knowing what her papers are is GRABBING HER SWORD #because that stunned me the first time it happened #and something about it pings as related to me here but I'm not quite sure what yet (via @cellar-whales)

YES ACTUALLY i was thinking about this scene too while i was writing!! just didn't have a great place to bring it up. but. i think it's an extension of her instinctual reactions (negative, aggressive, defensive) versus her needing to consciously choose to be trusting and interpret people's actions as friendly. in combination with her feelings about being teased, it was making me wonder if she's been directly bullied in the past (and how badly?), or if she's just always on edge about that being what's happening because she has trouble telling sometimes, and that's not her natural way of connecting with people.

she's gotten more comfortable with it lately! she even teases back and plays up the drama—i think a lot of her instances of being gently patronizing (ex. "Siffrin, you're so talented! You know so many things! Congrats, Siffrin!" during the tutorial, "It feels like we tamed a wild animal, doesn't it?" at the dictionary) aren't so totally sincere and more her way of getting in on the joke, since everyone else is comfortable with teasing each other in similar ways. she's trying to be playful—Siffrin realizes this in repeat tutorials, actually!

but when it's aimed at her, it's...uncomfortable. Don't tease me, Siffrin. she KNOWS (reassures herself, again and again) that this is friendly behavior, it's affectionate, it's not mean or hurtful (but what if it is)

so Siffrin is poking at these papers that she's really, existentially, long-term stressed about, on a day where she is really, short-term existentially stressed about possibly not having a future to worry about at all, and how the FUCK did he know what these papers are, actually, did they invade her privacy and snoop in her things somehow??? (yes, in fact, sorry about that Mira) how did they know? is he going to mock her for this?????

and then. Siffrin says something that implies that they don't REALLY know as much as she thought they did, so maybe he just caught sight of them while she was lost in thought looking at them here and made some assumptions, and is really sincerely offering to help her out because he cares about her, and mayyyyybe it WOULD be nice to get someone else's opinion since she's so lost here, and Siffrin is so worldly and experienced so they MUST know more than she does about this, right? (well. about that.)

my friend pointed out that she got really anxious in the tutorial situation about fighting Sadnesses, but didn't hesitate to pull her sword on a human being who's also her friend. he suggested that in the Sadness situation, the confrontation hadn't actually started yet and she was anxious in anticipation of it, while in the papers situation she felt like she was already IN the "combat" part of the interaction. i think it's also that...she probably hasn't had a lifetime of constantly fighting Sadnesses, which as far as I recall did exist pre-King, but not nearly as pervasively. but she has likely had a lifetime of specifically human conflicts and anxieties, and all the knee-jerk defensiveness and fear that come with that.

so maybe her recent months of constantly being in survival mode in a very physical, combat-oriented sense, plus her instinctual "THIS PERSON IS BEING MEAN TO ME AND I NEED TO PROTECT MYSELF FROM THAT" reaction, combine to having a combative defense response to interpersonal conflict. and since she's SO stressed, all that happens before she has a chance to talk herself down. end result.....drawing a weapon on a friend! oops!

i really love how intensely Mirabelle reacts to act 5 Siffrin botched friendquest.

Isabeau is mostly operating out of concern and, eventually, hurt. he already knows something’s up before Siffrin gets to him. he knows something truly awful must be wrong for Siffrin to be lashing out like they are, and as soon as he can’t handle the situation anymore, he leaves and asks (with strained cheer) for time apart to cool off.

most of Bonnie’s anger comes from being upset and afraid that Siffrin would willingly put themself in danger for no reason, when that’s exactly why they’ve been so unsettled since the eye incident. they hate that Siffrin values their own life so little, they hate that they’re the cause of any pain or loss for him, and here he is, putting himself in that situation AGAIN. on purpose. it’s loud and explosive, but it’s familiar, too, being “hated” by Bonnie for this reason.

Odile pushes, and keeps pushing, until her concern overwhelms Siffrin and they strike where they know she’s most vulnerable. she gets physical, just for a moment, grabbing his collar before controlling herself and letting go. her fury shuts down into cold detachment, and she walks away.

but Mirabelle—dear, sweet, gentle, loving Mirabelle, “the most wonderful being on earth,” with her secret “ruthless side” that largely involves lightly badmouthing people behind their backs and then apologizing—slaps them. immediately.

and then COMPLETELY RENOUNCES THEIR FRIENDSHIP.

not just “we’re not friends anymore,” but “we were never friends in the first place.”

that’s!!! pretty extreme!!!!

of course, she ALSO starts by asking what’s wrong. something must have happened for him to act like this. but as soon as Siffrin brushes her off, she jumps past that line of questioning and dives headfirst into re-evaluating everything she thought she knew about them as a a person.

if he could say something like that to her and not see anything wrong with it, then she was wrong to treat him as a friend, wrong to read camaraderie into his teasing, wrong to think they must care about them all under their aloof demeanor.

that’s how Mirabelle phrases it—“I was wrong about you”—but i think that there’s a hidden layer of I was right about you, too.

she talks about the way they tease her like she had to convince herself that he was doing it in a friendly way. she says they talk like they “know better than her” like that’s a thought she’s had for a LONG time.

“Always soooo mysterious, Siffrin, always talking as if you're better than me! As if you know me!!! But you don't, Siffrin!!! You're just as lost and useless as I am!!! So stop!!! Talking!!! As if you know me!!!!!!”

none of this comes across as a new, sudden way to view Siffrin for her. it doesn’t shock or confuse her. it makes her angry, defensive, almost like she was waiting for something like this to happen at some point. the feeling of resentment, frustration, jealousy, being patronized and condescended to—this is something she’s been actively pushing down and rejecting this entire time, but they’ve given her ample reason for it all to boil to the surface. violently.

Mirabelle’s kindness is not inherent or easy. it’s a choice she’s making. she treats Siffrin warmly because she gives him the benefit of the doubt—refusing to act based on anxiety-fueled, cynical speculation, and reassuring herself that his actions are driven by care and friendship even if she can’t quite see it.

“I was wrong about you” doesn’t mean she always and without question believed them to be a fundamentally kind, caring person from the beginning—it’s that her first, colder instincts were right, and she was wrong to convince herself otherwise.

never mind that she asked what was wrong at first. she barely gives them time to speak in their own defense, to explain what they really meant by what they said. all of her suppressed doubts and frustrations are getting aired out now, now that all the trust she’d so deliberately placed in him has been betrayed. her pain feels bigger than this singular moment, so when she hurts him back, she makes sure it extends back through the entirety of their relationship for him, too.

“You're awful. You're not my friend, not my ally, not anything. You never were.”

like the others, she goes back to the clocktower and tells Siffrin not to come back until later. but there’s a finality to the way she ends this confrontation that isn’t quite there with the others. Isabeau and Odile reach their breaking point and remove themselves from the situation, asking for space to cool off but still somewhat leaving the door open for Siffrin to tell them what’s really going on at some point. Mirabelle is the only one who tries to fully cut ties—after everything else she says, her “I don’t want to see you until tonight” reads to me somewhat as “I don’t want to see you anymore unless I have to.”

I can’t wait to never see you again.

even back at the clocktower, Mirabelle doesn’t really defend Siffrin’s place in the party when Odile suggests leaving them behind out of concern for their trustworthiness on the most important day of the journey. Isabeau and Bonnie protest out of sentimentality and faith in Siffrin’s abilities and connection to them, and Mirabelle agrees, but…

“I agree, but... B-But would he even agree to come with us, still? Maybe they won't even come back tonight...”

she doesn’t say much outside of that. maybe the stutter and hesitation here are signs of regret about how things happened, but she lacks Isabeau and Bonnie’s confidence that Siffrin even wants to come back to them in the first place. she doesn’t trust that their bond was real anymore. maybe it never was in the first place, or maybe she broke whatever was there herself.

and she’s still mad when they finally catch up to Siffrin at the King! and she makes sure Siffrin knows that—after saving them, assuring him that he no longer needs to fight, that they’re all there for him. she still cares, of course she still cares—she’s still hurt, too, but they can figure that part out once there’s less world-ending stuff going on.

she’s the first to say that they all reserve the right to still be angry at Siffrin later—and that they’ve already forgiven him.

she’s also the first to say we want to stay with you, too. it’s not just you.

she was wrong! she thought they didn’t care but they care so much, it’s overwhelming, it’s world-ending.

i think she’s gonna be wallowing in guilt post-canon the moment she remembers what she said and did TO SIFFRIN and not just what Siffrin said to her. especially now that she knows Siffrin’s exact hangups, and especially especially if she figures out what Siffrin was trying to say.

they put themself through hell out of loneliness and fear that none of the others cared about him the way he cared about them, he was going insane from repetition and exhaustion and hunger and trying to keep them all safe and together, and all they did in the midst of all that was say something kind of mean to her one time (that turned out to not even be MEANT to be mean it was supposed to be HELPFUL they just SAID IT ALL WRONG) and she SLAPPED THEM? and told him that they WEREN’T FRIENDS AT ALL??? how could she!!! she should have known better!! what they said hurt a lot but still!!!

so when they eventually manage to try to talk about it, they end up almost in, like, a guilt competition.

Mirabelle apologizing for how she reacted, that she shouldn’t have yelled or hit him, that she doesn’t want to be the kind of person who acts that way out of anger and she’s sorry that she made Siffrin expect that reaction from her, she should have known better and believed in him more and they only messed up like that because they were losing their mind in a time loop but what’s HER excuse—

and Siffrin going nononono stop I deserved it—(HUH DON’T SAY THAT NO YOU DIDN’T)—and that he should never have said such awful things to her, ever, and she was under so much pressure already with the weight of the country and everyone’s lives and futures and her religion and their whole party counting on her to do this impossible task because she’s the only one who can, all this unbearable expectation and hope crushing her, and they KNEW that but they thought they could skip to the ending as though her feelings didn’t matter at all, like helping her wasn’t as important as saving a little time—

until they’re just. in tears together, apologizing for all the horrible things they did in between complimenting each other’s strength and kindness and resilience and how much they admire each other and saying that no, everything you did was completely understandable, actually, the only one who sucks here is me. which neither of them will accept coming from the other!!

they’re so similar, in ways they couldn’t really understand, before.

warm, affectionate, perfect Mirabelle, the resolute hero, a beacon of compassion and hope for all those around her, who wears her heart on her sleeve, her fear making her courage shine all the brighter—nothing like the insignificant, forgettable Siffrin, too terrified to be known, too fragile to touch, too selfish and disgusting to bear letting go.

cool, mysterious, unflappable Siffrin, the worldly traveler, as charming and silly as they are confident and skilled, who brushed off losing an eye like it was nothing, accepting the risks of this journey with barely more than a shrug—nothing like the anxious, stagnant, underserving Mirabelle, a fraud and a nobody crumbling under the weight of a mission too important to be entrusted to someone like her, doubting herself, doubting her friends, doubting her mentor, doubting her faith, too weak and brittle to bend and change the way the world needs her to without breaking.

not worth bothering others with their problems. they should be able to handle this alone. stay positive, stay calm. breathe in, and out.

they’ll struggle with it, still—the hiding, the minimizing—but now, they understand each other a little better. they can hold each other accountable for what they leave unsaid.

it’ll get easier, eventually. they have plenty of time.

#cellar-whales #i tried to @ you but it didn't work for whatever reason. rip #or maybe it did?#replies #mypost #isat #isat spoilers #isat meta #mirasif qpr #thanks for asking this i was very happy for the opportunity to think about it harder bc i kinda forgot after i hit post #that it was something i could touch on

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fruitiesss · 3 days ago

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|| SWALLOW YOU WHOLE ||

PART 1

There is a darkness that surrounds your new team. It is something you have never seen before.

tags: reader gets a wound, ew blood, the thunderbolts are found family, nightmares, the void word count: 2k

pairing: eventual bob x gn reader

a/n: wowowowowow this took time to plan out and i actually proofread this time. Pls enjoy. Lmk if you want another part to it.

Every sound around you was muffled, your ears ringing as Bucky and John took each arm and pulled you away from the middle of combat, Yelena crouching in front of you to snap her fingers in your face and ask a question that fell deaf on your ringing ears. She held up 3 fingers and started talking, her lips moving but nothing reaching you. The battle around you slowed as the two super soldiers sat you against the outer wall of the watchtower, John pressing his hands firmly against your stomach and crouching beside you so the other two could finish the fight off. Your head fell forward and shoulders sagged while he held you up with his sturdy arm.

With time, the sound seemed to return to you, intensifying with each passing moment. John had left you and someone else had come to your aid. Bob's hand splayed across your font as he kept you from getting up that you returned with a grunt of exhaustion and protest. He shook his head and slid his arm underneath your knees and supported your back and he lifted you up and carried you inside to safety. With your senses shot, you succumbed to sleep.

Darkness. Pain. Void. Your eyes shot open to nothing, an empty yet endless null. Your heart pounded against your ribs rhythmically as you got to your feet, turning around again and again in an attempt to find something, anything.

The third time you turned, bright amber crowded your vision despite the darkness around you. Two people, man and woman, stood beside each other on a grassy hill deep within the spot of colour. Their faces were hidden and their hands were joined but they looked… uncanny. Wrong.

Dread filled the pit of your stomach as you took an uneasy step back, gaze scanning them up and down as they just stood there, motionless. Their forms twisted, spun and dissipated into the amber alongside the grass of the hill, leaving behind a barren and rotten ground. Perplexed, you took measured steps forward until your canvas shoes hit soft ground. Moving further, you looked over the contour of the hill down onto more barren ground.

Snap.

You whipped around, seeing that the void had vanished, the amber and strange surroundings fully encapsulating what had just been endless black and you shut your eyes for a brief moment, only to open them to the familiar ceiling of the infirmary.

Sitting up with a start, you frightened Bob and Yelena, who had both been sitting beside you since you'd passed out. Bob tilted his head with a quizzical expression and Yelena sat forward, hands out as if she had been ready to catch you.

"What happened?"

According to the rest of the Thunderbolts, you had taken a blow from some enemy they had been stopping, though you strangely don't remember any of it, only the searing pain in your side which had been a blow from their blade evident by the mass of bandages around your midsection. Bob had been the one to carry you inside as he had refrained from using Sentry in battle since the New Avengers were established.

Bob. He sure had been a pivotal relationship in your recent life. You connected with him, his past resonated heavily with yours and you found him genuinely pleasant to be around. He had his dark moments, as did you, so you both helped each other out when you were having trouble. There would be times he was experiencing hardship that you held his hand through, making sure he ate and wasn't alone at all. And there would be times you'd be struggling where he would do the exact same for you. You two had grown to be inseparable and the rest of the team knew it.

That's why you found yourself sneaking into his room late at night when you couldn't sleep or were having nightmares about horrible things, just to feel human touch and comfort. Alexei would make jokes about you two exiting his room together in the morning, which always earned a smack to the back of the head from his daughter. You both grew flustered when it was brought up, stuttering and stammering to brush it off casually but there truly was nothing going on between you in those moments, just shared comfort and warmth.

This was one of those nights. That void you'd woken up in, or dreamt, you really have no idea, had been haunting your thoughts like a ghost. It had you twisting and turning on your plush bed, eyes screwed shut one moment and the next wide open and looking around. Eventually, you sat up and looked around, that dread settling in the pit of your stomach once more as the shadows danced across the walls, taunting and leering at you. Your breath became shallow as you picked up your phone and left your room, pacing the halls for a few minutes before shaking your head and coming to a stop outside the familiar door of his room. Inhaling deeply, you knocked quietly on the hardwood.

Bob answered the door in a matter of seconds, his soft brown hair tousled from sleep and his eyes half lidded from sleep. Your knock had woken him.

"I'm sorry--" You began, interjected by Bob's soft sigh and voice.

"It's fine, come inside. Tell me what's up." He stepped aside, allowing you to slip past him. You sunk onto his teal beanbag that he'd begged to move from the main room to his bedroom, sinking into the beads.

"I can't sleep. There was this dream I had, in this.. void.. you know, not that void, but a different void. There was just nothingness. And it was so vivid." He listened to you ramble and recall the events of that dream, nodding his head along as he woke up properly. His hands came to rest on top of yours as your voice trailed off in the middle of a sentence, eyes meeting his. "Bob..?"

He squeezed once, twice, three times and sighed again, holding your hands firmly between his. "It was just a nightmare." He reassured. "I haven't been using my powers, so there's no way that I-- that he can do anything like this." His eyes were weary, exhausted. "Come and sleep, okay?"

Searching his eyes, you nodded and stood alongside him, slipping into bed beside him and wrapping your arms around him. His hand found its place on your back, making sure it was alright to place it there before doing it. His soft breathing lulled you to sleep.

The next week was a blur. You were forced to take a step back and focus on healing while the others got missions, all except from Bob, who had been staying beside you and helping you with every step. He had been your rock during all of this, without him you wouldn't have healed as fast as you had. Now it was Saturday, the whole team got together every Saturday for what you referred to as 'Family Game Night' to Bucky's dismay (he secretly loves it).

You, Bob, Alexei and Ava were sat on the couch while Bucky, John and Yelena were on chairs around the coffee table, each of you holding a set of uno cards with the discard and deck on the coffee table. You had changed into your pyjamas after you had all eaten dinner together, the comfiest pair you owned. It was a cream set, oversized fit, with small grooves in the fabric like corduroy.

"I am greatest at this game!" Alexei announced, setting down a wild draw four and making John pick up four new cards. He sighed and threw a blue one on the pile with a grumble and rolled eyes. Yelena put another blue one on the pile while Bob set down his blue one on top of theirs with a triumphant smile.

"Uno." He grinned, holding his single card close and shielding it from Ava, who was trying to peer over his hand.

You sighed and drew a card while Ava, still trying to see Bob's card, lazily placed her next card onto the pile. Alexei laughed again, the sound booming around the living room, and placed his next card. It was a draw 2. Walker smirked and set down another draw two, shooting a victorious glance at Alexei as Bucky sighed exasperatedly, drawing the four cards and tipping his head back so he was looking at the ceiling.

Bucky would win, Bob would end up with eight cards and a grudge, and you would retire to bed moments after they began to argue. You'd had your fun for tonight, so now it was time to rest. Your wound had been pulsing with aches and pains all day but you had persisted and now it was time to suffer the consequences.

Sleep would come but not easily which was a recurring factor of yours nights recently. Dreamless, boring nights without interrupting Bob. It was torture.

Alas, you closed your eyes and started counting sheep. But then you opened your eyes to a sharp noise.

You were in a laboratory. Clinical white intruded on your gaze as you dazed around, squinting at the harsh light around you. A dark figure sat atop a medical bed in an alcove of the lab, head sagged forward and stance defeated. Two humanoid shadows standing either side of it, their borders bleeding into the surroundings and posed as if they had been in excruciating pain for whatever had come before.

Your eyes widened as you eased forward again, still dressed in your cream pyjamas. Your heart pounded in your ears, the light becoming too much, too harsh, burning your retinas.

The figure stood slowly, lead by it's head, and faced you. It was all black, as if what was standing there was devoid of light. A void. The void.

Your heart leaped into your throat as the dots began to connect. "You--"

It cocked it's head with a sickening crack, and you woke up with a sharp gasp, sitting up and accidentally tearing a stitch or two. Your face contorted into a wince as you held your side, gasping your air. your throat constricted around your gasps, eyes watering as red seeped into your clean bandages. Calming down, you peeled your duvet off of you and glanced down at your bandage. You'll have to change it.

You stood from your bed and left the safe confines of the room, the tall walls feeling like they were caving in on you as your limped, clutching your side as if it was a fresh wound. Uneven steps echoed throughout the hallway while you made your way to the medical bay, your eyes bloodshot from the strain and stress of what you had woken up from. Your heart still pounded in your ears like you had just been ripped from the dream and placed back into reality, never changing.

The digital clock on the tray in the infirmary bleeped in and out, red digits reading 5:28AM as you sat on the first bed in the row, unwrapping your bandages from your middle. Blinking through bleary eyes, you took the supplies you had gathered and soaked a cloth in antiseptic, pulling the skin taut to clean it when you noticed something. The edges of the gash were seeping droplets of blood here and there but where you had the skin stretched, your eyes caught something that had that unease settling in your gut again. Where the skin parted in a smooth line across your midsection, a dusty pool of black seemed to ebb onto the surface from inside. It was surreal, something you have never seen before in anyone. It began to grow, the veins around the wound turning black and stretching around your middle like lightning. It was slow, and then it stopped.

What was going on with you?

#marvel #thunderbolts*#bob reynolds #thunderbolts #mcu #robert reynolds #the new avengers #dysfunctional found family type beat #alexei is loud #bob reynolds x reader #robert reynolds x reader #the sentry #sentry x reader #bob thunderbolts #the void #sentry #x reader #gender neutral reader #angst

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written-in-knife · 23 hours ago

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Hi! Could I please request something with Jade. Maybe angst/comfort and a bit suggestive. Imagine that the reader/yuu has found a way back home and starts kind of avoiding Jade due to not wanting to leave him but also not really feeling like fitting in in Twisted Wonderland. How would this play out, and how would Jade take action? Or if you've got your own plot or genre, that's fine too!

Thanks! Really liked your recent fic about Rook :)

Easy to Read

Jade Leech x gn!reader, established relationship

they/them pronouns, Jade calls the reader darling, angst/comfort, open ended

Word Count: 1882

The merform pulls are going SO GOOD Y'ALL. IM JUST SO PLEASED. IM NOT AT ALL UPSET OR TAKING IT OUT ON JADE IN THIS FIC. HA HA. HA HAHA. Anyways. I love getting a plot prompt, it's really hard to come up with ideas sometimes, so thank you! It's a little shorter than my other ones, but I do really like how it turned out, I hope y'all do too!

After so long, Crowley finally approached you with the news you'd been waiting for. He could send you home, as soon as you wanted. You heard the undertones in his voice that indicated he would prefer sooner rather than later, but with how many messes you'd cleaned up for him and the outrage it would inevitably spark from the many friends you'd made, he had no room to demand you leave that night.

You were pleased. You were supposed to be pleased. This is what you had wanted all along, right? To go home? This world was a place of magic so far removed from where you were born. You had no place in it, you didn't belong here.

These thoughts kept spiraling in your head from the second Crowley told you the news while you debated how you were supposed to tell your friends that you likely weren't ever going to see them again. How you were supposed to tell Jade... How were you supposed to tell Jade? He'd always been able to see straight through you, always able to tell when something was off and almost always able to fix it before you even said it out loud. How were you supposed to tell the one person who understood you so perfectly-- sometimes better than you knew yourself-- that you were leaving and probably never coming back? You weren't ready to face it yet. Despite the undertones, Crowley had given you time, and you were going to take as much of it as you could.

For the first few days, you tried to just play it cool and act normal, but Jade could tell something was off. He always could. You may as well have been an open book to him, all your problems laid out on the pages bolded and underlined. He knew there was something wrong, but for once, he couldn't figure out what it was. You could tell by the way he looked at you, the question behind his eyes as tried to look for the answers in yours. But you weren't ready yet. He watched as you started to shy away from him. It was the little things at first; avoiding eye contact when you were alone which lead to too much eye contact when you realized what you were doing, the way your fingers twitched when he reached for your hand, as if you wanted to pull it away before he could grab hold, the way you held onto him a little tighter and a little longer whenever he had his arms around you. He could see all the signs, plain as day, but the answer still eluded him. He could garner nothing from your friends, there were no hints at Ramshackle. He hated not knowing, but assumed you would tell him when you were ready. But after the first few days, you started to pull away more. You stopped going to the Mostro Lounge to see him during his shifts, you were going out of your way to avoid him after classes let out by following Ace and Deuce to Heartslabyul instead, you'd even called to cancel a date the two of you had set up a month prior. You were so easy to read, so why couldn't he figure this out?

As easy as it was for Jade to read you, it was even easier for Floyd to read Jade. Perks of being with someone since birth. He knew something was up between the two of you from the first stray eye twitch. So he watched. He watched Jade's reactions as you started to pull further and further away, watched his brother slowly unraveling with worry. Not enough for most people to notice, but Floyd saw. He saw the weird, lost look in his eyes before he could slap on that usual neutral smile and the disappointment on his face after another shift that you didn't show up in the middle of. Floyd wanted to believe you two would work it out on your own, but it was really getting on his nerves. So when Jade actually zoned out during a meeting about the lounge, Floyd finally lost it.

"Just go talk to Shrimpy already!" Floyd groaned loudly, draping himself dramatically over the couch. "You're killing the mood!"

"I apologize, I wasn't aware that my relationship troubles were interfering with your good time." Jade shot back with a sarcastic smile on his face. "I assure you, I will endeavor to think quieter thoughts as to not ruin your day."

"As much as I hate to admit it, Floyd is right." Azul sighed from his desk, Floyd giving him a shit eating grin that was promptly ignored. "You've been off your game for well over a week now, I think it's high time to cut the dramatics and go confront the problem."

Jade's tense smile thinned as his eye started twitching again. "And how do you propose I confront a problem that I have no knowledge of and haven't been informed about?"

"What, they haven't told you what's wrong?" Azul asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"They haven't told me that there is anything wrong."

"So then why are you just moping about it?" Floyd grumbled. "Go ask! I dunno if Shrimpy bites, but they ain't gonna bite harder than I am if you don't get your shit together!"

Jade scoffed, but bit his tongue. He knew he was being silly about it, just wishing that you would come forward with your worries on your own when it was becoming more and more clear that you had no intention of doing so. Not without a nudge. There was also a small part of him that worried that you'd disagreed with something he'd done and were afraid to talk to him about it. Afraid of him. He usually delighted in people having a healthy fear of him, but you? The idea that you could be afraid of him hurt more than he cared to admit. Floyd was right, he had to go talk to you. He didn't want to corner you, but there seemed to be no other way to be alone with you anymore.

He waited another day to put his plan into action. It was hardly a plan, to be perfectly honest. Jade had watched you follow Ace and Deuce to Heartslabyul after class again, and went to Ramshackle to wait for you to come back. He didn't know what else to do. Hours ticked by, a pot of tea long cold and he could swear he had dug grooves into the floor from all the pacing he'd done by the time you returned home. He stopped in front of the fireplace as he heard the door open, followed by a loud and long sigh before you headed towards the lounge. You froze when you turned the corner and saw him standing there, his ever present smile still on his face but it looked forced. You shuffled in place for a moment before entering the lounge to drop your bag on the couch, not looking at him.

"Hey Jade." You said, clearing your throat to try to get rid of the strain behind your voice. "What's going on?"

"I could ask you the same." He'd been debating how to approach the topic while he was waiting for you, not sure if it was better to be blunt or to ease into it. The heat of the moment ultimately made the decision for him.

"What do you mean...?"

"We don't need to play this game, darling, I've barely seen you in a week."

"I've been busy..." It was a weak argument on your part, and you knew it. You couldn't look up at him, eyes glued to the floorboards as you lied through your teeth. You weren't ready yet.

"You've been busy before, this is not that." He took a couple tentative steps towards you, like he was trying not to scare you off. "Please, talk to me. I only wish to help."

You weren't ready yet. "I don't think you can..."

"I'd like to try."

The abnormally soft tone to his voice is what finally pushed you over the edge. Tears blurred your vision before you could stop them, a massive lump in your throat cutting off any defense you could try to form in a pitiful whimper as you did your best to just not start sobbing. Jade was in front of you in two steps, gathering you up tenderly in his arms as you desperately tried to wipe away the tears before your face could become overrun. You weren't ready yet, but you were out of time. Crowley had pulled you aside a few times already asking for your decision, getting more and more impatient with each visit.

"Crowley found a way for me to go h-home." You managed to choke out around the sobs in your throat. You felt Jade tense up for a moment before some invisible tension was lifted off of him, making him relax against you with a light chuckle.

"Oh, darling, is that all?"

You paused for a second at the audacity of the question, as if all your worries meant nothing. "What do you mean, is that all?!" You bit out, smacking his chest and taking a step back. "I'm going home! I'll never... I'll never get to see you again..."

He frowned, blinking in confusion for a second before reaching out and wiping a stream of tears off your face. "You've... already decided then?"

"What?"

"You said Crowley found you a way home, not that he was forcing you to take it," he explained, "meaning you have a choice to stay or go."

"I..." You hesitated with a sniffle. He was right, you did have a choice, but... "I don't belong here, Jade. I was never supposed to be here."

"But you are." He cut in quickly before you could go on, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "You are here, whether you were "supposed" to be or not." He pulled you back in against his chest, one hand carding through your hair and the other tight against your back. "I often feel I don't belong on land, but I am here. I have found purpose on land, I've found hobbies and interests and love on land, even feeling that I don't belong." The determination in his voice made you cry a little harder. "Just because I am out of place does not mean I don't want to be here... Do you want to be here?"

You nodded into his chest, snaking your arms around his waist. "I just don't know if I should be." You admitted, no louder than a whisper.

"That is something only you can decide." He muttered into your hair before pressing his lips to the top of your head. "Whatever you decide, I will respect it... but if I may be a bit selfish?" You pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes as he gave you a sad but hopeful smile, pressing one hand to your cheek again. "I would prefer it if you stayed."

You didn't have to say it out loud, he could see the answer behind your eyes. You were always so easy to read.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #twisted wonderland fic #mine #i also just finished book 3 in my reread so im READY to talk about the tweels lmaoo

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lostwysteria · 2 days ago

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(Part 10. Ok. I lied. This show is killing me and I need to cope.)

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Ling ran over to the cameras, not knowing what to do, but knowing something was wrong. Wreck wasn't supposed to be there.

“Wreck! What are you doing here!?” Nice asked in shock as he stood up.

“Nothing much. I just wanted to pick something up. You see, i’ve been hearing some interesting new rumors. I wanted to verify them myself. It seems as if they were true, though. You really did replace me, huh?” The man asked. He moved fast and grabbed Homemaker, twisting his arms behind his back and encasing his arms and feet in stone, immobilizing him.

“Wreck! Let him go! Don't do this. Please.” Nice pleaded. He was frozen. He couldn't move closer and risk setting Wreck off. He could read the instability in his body language. He didn't know who to worry about more at that moment.

“Please? Ha! Don't make me laugh. All I have ever wanted to do was be by your side. When I couldn't be a hero with you, I became your villain. All to be close to you, my oldest friend. Now, though, you’ve really replaced me? No. I think I’ll be taking this pretty little thing with me. See what's so special about him. Have fun dealing with Enlighter’s little surprise.” Wreck said as the studio door burst open and a Fear Empowered man attacked.

Wreck absconded with Homemaker slug over his shoulder.

The cameras were still rolling. They caught everything.

…

Faejay @rockinrobin

OMG???? NiceMoon IS PLATONIC??? AND WRECK!!! OUR BOI WRECK IS IN LOVE WITH NICE???

Shut Up and Dance @tiredfanfic

MY SHIP IS MAYBE SAILING!? But did you guys catch that? Wreck became a villain to be close to Nice! I have told you guys before that I work with Heros and can allegedly confirm that they were childhood friends that had a falling out.

Holly @hollybellsring

@tiredfanfic

You have been trying to tell us something this whole time?????!!!!

Gegege @obscureanimefan

@tiredfanfic

Wait. You recently started writing NiceHome fics. Are you implying something????

Shut Up and Dance @tiredfanfic

Look forward to a WriceHome fic.

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Ling felt nauseous as Wreck sped through some underground tunnels. He stayed silent the whole time. He didn't want to anger the already upset man.

They emerged in an older neighborhood. Wreck climbed up an old fire escape and into a messy apartment bedroom. He tossed Ling onto the bed.

He took off his helmet and plopped down next to him.

“So. Homemaker. What makes you so special, huh?” He asked almost casually. “Sure, you're cute as hell and give off some frankly killer milf vibes. But why replace me with you?”

“What!?” Ling choked. “It's not like that. I’m just his caretaker. I… I saved him from killing himself. I was on the same roof he was. I’d just gotten fired from my soul crushing day job. He cried for hours. I can't leave him.” Ling explained. “Nice needs you. Not being able to be with you is tearing him up.”

“What?” Wreck asked in a hoarse voice.

…

Nice wasn't too worried. He knew Wreck wouldn't actually hurt Lin Ling. Once he found where they were, Nice could settle things and hopefully get the ball rolling on that throuple he wanted.

Miss. J tapped him on his shoulder and handed him his phone. “His number is unblocked.”

A text from wreck was already opened

‘At our old place. I see what you do, now. Lin Ling is just way too good at this.’

Relief and then joy flooded his body. He knew that Wreck would see it!

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Ling was cleaning up a storm. Wreck was lying on an old couch with a cold, damp washcloth over his puffy eyes. He had cried for three hours. He paused in his dusting and stirred the sauce for the spaghetti he was making.

“This place has never been so clean.” Wreck said from his spot.

“Sorry. I can't help it. Spotlessly clean, but still cozy is my compulsion. Part of my Trust Value.” He explained. He turned the stove off. The suce was done.

“Don't worry. I get it. I'm dating, maybe, Mr. OCD himself.” Wreck waved a hand dismissively.

It was at that moment a white blur came through the open window. Ling found himself on the bed from earlier. He was laying next to Nice who was smothering Wreck with cuddles and kisses. His hand was in Nice’s free hand.

“I would NEVER replace you.” Nice said fiercely.

“I know.” Wreck said, wetly.

“Tomorrow, I'm taking us all home.” Nice told both of them. “Tonight, though, we are staying here. I need both of you equally.”

#tbhx #to be hero x #homemaker lin ling #hero lin ling #lin ling #nice tbhx #wreck tbhx #moon tbhx #tbhx wrice

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odo-apologist · 3 days ago

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Ohh, I love sharing about my Red Dwarf thesis (especially now that I've actually finished it and gotten my advisor's approval lol) so get ready for a bit of a theoetical ramble. Basically, I looked at Red Dwarf through queer and disability theory (with some dashes of Absurdism and black studies) where each of the three chapters looks at different modes of temporality: the line, the loop, and the break/gap. One of my major inspirations and sources was Jack Halberstam who writes about queer failure and ways queer narratives resist capitalist, heteronormative ideals of success, which I argued is observable in Red Dwarf. While the characters are constricted by hopes for a linear, normative notion of success (ex. Lister in his plan to marry Kochanski and start a business in Fiji, no matter how absurdly improbable that plan is, Rimmer in his adherence to Space Corp/JMC chains of command which he continually tries and fails to move up), as well the cyclical nature of the situational comedy itself, returning constantly to the status quo, there are still ways they manage to find moments of joy and solidarity.

Yeah, Yonderland is so camp and has a queer energy that Ghosts, while still being queer, doesn't so strongly have. Which is fair; Yonderland is about a person from the "normal" world finding herself an outsider in a world that is fantastical- read, queered- though it turns out she was from there all along, while Ghosts is set in that "normal" world, more grounded even though a majority of the characters themselves aren't. In a theoretical sense rather than an identity sense, Ghosts does have queer potential. As I'm still thinking about temporality from my Red Dwarf argument, there's something about queer time in Ghosts too, what with the way the ghosts can't progress in the typical sense, can't age and can't stop repeating their deaths and can't leave their lives behind even though everything else has. Even though the Captain is the only main canonically, explicitly non-straight character, all of the ghosts are queer in the sense that as they remain unchanged over the the span of decades and centuries, their behaviors and attitudes become less the norm, immune to the forces of progress

Your point about the likable vs. unlikable protagonist is so true! It's really something I've noticed, especially watching shows like The League of Gentlemen where pretty much every character is horrible lmao. The Hayes Code not only restricted sexuality (and why early sitcom couples- even married and with children- had to be shown sleeping in separate beds) but also forced media to punish any characters who acted "immorally," so there could be just as much of that part of the code that left an impact as the other. Also, I think class and respectability play a part in it. Most of the sitcoms I can think of from the 50s to 80s are family (or workplace) comedies, and pretty much all of them are middle class (Tangent time! I think there's a shift in the late 80s, early 90s, with Roseanne, which revolves around a working class family and also, notably, characters that are less ideal, less entirely likable. Note: in the same vein as fuck Graham Linehan, fuck Roseanne Barr, who in recent times has proven to be transphobic and racist). I think U.S. comedy might be a little more hesitant to have characters fail and be pathetic, as you said lol, due to a reflection of that middle class respectability- which, from what I've gathered, britcoms seem much more willing to mock

Anyways, sorry for this super long response, I didn't expect to go on like that XD I'm just really fascinated by sitcoms and what they mean culturally!

a probably incomplete list and rating of all the britcoms i have watched and how gay they are

somehow, during my short life, i have managed to watch an obscene amount of britcom, mostly through family osmosis. this probably explains a lot about who i am today. i have recently been thinking about just how many of these things have passed through my eyeballs over the years and also just how many of them range from kind of to very to unbelievably gay. so here is a list rating how gay they all are out of 10 because i always love a list!

notes:

many of these i watched at a tender age so i remember kind of fuck all and i have not rewatched any for the purposes of this. so be aware that several of these reviews are based on hazy recollections of vibes

yes some of the ones with canon queer characters are going to have lower ratings than some of the ones without that's simply how the cookie crumbles. sometimes a show is just packed to the absolute brim with pure trademark typically english inexplicable repressed homoeroticism and it makes it feel gayer than one where a character came out

let's say 5/10 is what i consider the "average" level of britcom homoeroticism but other than that there's no system to the ratings just vibes fr

1960s

dad's army

this is probably the one i started watching at the youngest age, but i watched so damn much of it. i was too young to be looking out for this kind of thing but considering it fits the classic britcom format of revolving around the strong bonds between a cast that fails to pass the bechdel test i'm gonna make an educated guess at 3/10. there's probably old man yaoi in there somewhere. (and if i had to pick the main ship it would clearly be mainwaring/wilson)

1970s

all creatures great and small

i mean. OBJECTIVELY. it is not gay. it's literally based on real people who as far as we know were not in the least gay. but THERE'S JUST A WEIRD VIBE. AM I CRAZY? TELL ME I'M NOT CRAZY 5/10 (it's probably partly a side effect of watching this as a babygay since i would basically headcanon the whole main cast of anything i watched as bisexual. good times. i also had tristan farnon gender envy)

fawlty towers

really heterosexual vibe i will not lie. at least 60% propped up by classic i hate my wife humour. if there's anything queer in there it did not impress itself upon me 0/10 at least it inspired vicious

the good life

ostensibly this is about two married couples but it emits such an oddly bisexual energy??? like they're a polycule. to me. which is already basically canon since they have the whole wifeswap dynamic but i mean tom and jerry (yes really) are giving exes and margo and barbara have probably snogged a couple of times. TO ME. 6/10

only when i laugh

on balance i think it's probably at least a bit homoerotic considering the bechdel test metric again but despite having decently clear memories of it i can't think of anything particularly. i'll give it a 4/10 and as a raffles fan christopher strauli being there adds a point LMAO

porridge

despite being set in a men's prison i don't think it gets a very high score... let's go 4/10 because i'm sure there's enough there to go off of. pretty sure there were also many jokes about gay sex as can be expected. also inspired red dwarf

rising damp

going to be so for real the main thing i remember is the racism. 1/10? there are enough male characters that there might have been something idk

to the manor born

i mean it's a straight romance but it's not toooo hetero. audrey and marjory are kind of schoolgirl exes yuri #if you think about it. in fact i remember a scene where they're gushing about how they both had a crush on one of their schoolmistresses? 5.5/10?

whatever happened to the likely lads?

i THINK i've watched episodes of this. i know my parents have the box set. but i cannot for the life of me recall anything from it. just based on the premise though, i'll give it a strong 5/10

1980s

'allo 'allo!

girl... i forgor. i don't think so? i mean let's give it 3/10 for being set in france. also i have been reminded that there's an implied gay nazi, diversity win

blackadder (all series)

absolutely. "i cannot conceive", etc and so on. the crossdressing shenanigans. fry & laurie are there. just has a fruitiness about it generally. 7/10

only fools and horses

eeehh. all-male main cast but they're a family which hinders its ability to serve homo. generally giving very straight energy. 1/10 in case i forgot something

red dwarf

the fucking show that led me to make this ranking in the first place. grant naylor you will be dealt with. 10/10

a very peculiar practice

i didn't watch much of this and it was a long time ago but distinctly remember getting some kind of A Vibe. and looking it up apparently one of the main characters is canonically bi?? damn 7/10

yes, minister (and yes, prime minister)

look. LOOK. there's just something about it. it's the father of the thick of it which is british succession to me. also sir humphrey is homosexual there is literally no other way to read him nigel hawthorne told me himself actually. go and watch the homoerotic wispa ad 7/10

you rang, m'lord?

i actually haven't watched any full episodes of this but i must give it a 7/10 for the inclusion of CISSY the stylish 1920s aristocratic butch communist who could have walked right out of le monocle. love it

1990s

drop the dead donkey

this was such a deep cut i actually forgot it existed until making this list. i know i watched quite a lot of it to be honest but i can't remember shit other than that i liked one of the women's hair. i think it was pretty straight? NEVERMIND THERE'S A LESBIAN IN IT HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT A WHOLE LESBIAN 6/10

father ted

to be honest i don't think this comes from quite the same place homoeroticism-wise as most of the others on this list given that it's irish and not english (not to disparage oscar wilde of course!). catholic yaoi...? i really don't think so 2/10 for the catholicism also get fucked graham linehan

jeeves and wooster

let's be serious now. 9/10 i <3 gay people. i was raised on the books which also probably explains a lot about me... and naturally i have also always gotten severe gender envy from bertie

mr. bean

is mr. bean really considered britcom. can i leave him out. i'm going to leave him out

one foot in the grave

now i am certain i have watched this because i remember the theme song and vaguely the title sequence but i also forgot about its existence until this list. honestly i think it was just giving constant i hate my wifeism even the imprint where a memory once was of it that i have feels tiring 0/10

the royle family

painfully straight but in the way your irl straight friends are. if that makes sense. 1/10

2000s

black books

maybe i watched this at an overly impressionable age but like... it's giving. it's got the odd couple the domesticity the found family if you will. the m/f platonic relationships. also tamsin greig in that haircut? i remember always being so unconvinced that fran was straight that woman looks sooo lesbian 8/10 and FUCK graham linehan

the it crowd

very classic britcomism (you're my wife roy! you're my wife!!!) and i mean the guys snog on screen that is very much a thing that happened. also i just don't really think richard ayoade can totally play straight despite being a straight man. also the main three kind of have rancid bisexual polycule potential. also there's a goth. also i would watch gay! a gay musical. 7/10 AND FUCK GRAHAM LINEHAN!!!!!!

peep show

classic britcom homoerotic odd couple except one of them is actually bisexual and played by a bisexual actor. and the other is "possibly bi but basically uncurious". and they ALSO snog on screen. i haven't watched much of this to my shame but I Know What It Is 8/10

the thick of it

BRITISH SUCCESSION. i swear to god you would all be foaming at the mouth about this if it came out at a time and context to be big on tumblr. malcolm tucker god's worst bisexual 7.5/10 by the way that's an incredibly homophobic headline you massive poof!

2010s

ghosts

8.5/10 right off the bat brother firstly it's a six idiots show which already guarantees a high score but also it's genuinely very sweet with regards to canon queerness and the characters are flamboyant and lovable in a way guaranteed to attract the kind of queer fandom it has today. captain my beloved

upstart crow

i mean of course it's about shakespeare and it doesn't shy away from implying he's queer but the general vibe is not suuuper fruity. i'll say 6.5/10

vicious

this is what i'm TALKING ABOUTTT i'm so glad this show exists in the world. genuinely what would we even do if there WASN'T a show about ian mckellen and derek jacobi being a gay couple of 50 years who hate each other 11/10

yonderland

i feel like this makes ghosts too low but i wanted to put yonderland a bit higher for the sheer amount of environmental queerness knocking about in there and also the general campiness of it all. six idiots moment. 9/10 the elders are incredible ho-tan you will always be famous queen

2020s

staged

yeah. 9/10

thank you for reading 🙏 honestly i basically just made this for the appeal of making A List but absolutely feel free to argue with me about the ratings, suggest your own fav britcoms not listed here, et cetera

(also have fun spotting the same fucking people in half of them LMAO. i fear british tv is never beating the 3 actors allegations)

#of course I'm making these observations from what I know of U.S. and U.K. comedy- I'm afraid I'm greatly inexperienced with any other #country's TV comedy culture #Would love to hear from others outside of Britain and America on this topic! I'm sure that would be very interesting!#Sigh I might need to return to grad school for my doctorate just to write about *this* now don't I?

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