#flirty Ws

[caleism-1]

The White Star, Cale's biggest enemy

A crazy bastard with unlimited powers and a smart head with some crazy theories. He couldn't act weirder....can he?

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

All Funk, No Punk - Still Hobart Brown

Gold chains instead of silver spikes. Gator shoes in place of thrifted boots. And an afro bigger than Hobie's -

Spider-Funk is Hobart Brown - Earth 831

Hobie Brown maybe Artie's chiller, rougher, and louder self - but somehow, they get on like a cop car on fire (or whatever the saying is).

And Artie Brown maybe Hobie's cockier, flirtier, and flashier self - but they just tell people they're twins.

Or at the very least - they call each other 'brotha' and 'bruv' all the time.

When people ask about the accent thing - you know, Artie being American, they say 'Ever seen The Parent Trap?'

[A LONG ASS post - Below is Artie's Origins, Fighting Style, Relationship to Hobie, and how he got recruited - All About the Brown Bros! Artie & Hobie, FunkPunk!]

It's Hobie 2 - Electric Bugaloo!

And just when Miguel thought he could only stomach one of them.

Though he calls himself the older brother, being born over a decade earlier, Artie is Hobie's less mature, more materialistic, but just as kind variant.

He's a pacifist instead of an anarchist - Full of Soul instead of bursting with Rock.

And he still hates cops.

Origins:

When Artie was drafted for the Vietnam War in 1969 - the first thing he did was burn his draft card. Then he joined the Black Liberation Army.

He wasn't the only one - Artie was part of the almost half a million draftees to do so.

And then President Osborn was elected.

To fill the gap in enlistment, Osborn came up with a solution.

V.E.N.O.M - A highly toxic, unfeelingly aggressive, and wildly bloodthirsty symbiote. A solution to the protests and draft dodgers.

Engineered by Oscorp - if you didn't induct yourself as a soldier, the V.E.N.O.M would make you one. And suddenly his friends were disappearing one by one.

A subtle but sudden-onset disease, the V.E.N.O.M variant was nearly undetectable, very persuasive, and incredibly effective.

More primal than animalistic, the symbiote's function didn't raise one's bloodlust, - instead it lowered, and at worse cancelled, your empathy. The symbiote subtly normalized dehumanization - attacking neurons in the cerebral cortex to destroy one's capability of empathy, compassion, and at times - recognizing faces. Able to follow commands without a second thought - the perfect soldier. Convincing the host of necessary order and their own biological superiority, over the course of 72 hours the host would lose their ability to recognize the people around them as anything other than sub-human. In 138, V.E.N.O.M turns you into an animal. In 831, V.E.N.O.M turns everyone around you into an animal.

It could make anyone into an unfeeling, unrelenting soldier - no guns needed.

The best of them got sent overseas to the War - and the rest, he turned on the people, hunting down all those who dared to dodge their call.

While on tour in DC, Artie was bitten by a radioactive spider, as he attempted to burn draft papers at a government facility.

He burned the papers. Plus he got some sick powers out of it. Plus Plus he gets to beat up The National Guard on a weekly basis. Ain't that a score.

And Hobie may hate the name Spider-Punk (or so he says), but Artie loves being Spider-Funk.

He calls them Funk & Punk. Hobie calls them that too, but like in a cool ironic way.

Artie & Hobie:

Personality:

Hobie knows that Artie is going through his 'Pavitr Phase', so he cuts him some slack. Artie's only been Funk for a year and some change.

He's got more Ws than Ls, so he's always one to be a bit cocky and reckless - though never at anyone's expense.

He's more talkative than Hobie - and WAY more flirty than Hobie, ready to wink at anyone willing to stare.

Like Hobie, Artie has his own groupies. And the pair on campus do get stares (and whispers. and giggles); Two 6'5 dudes with enough hair to cause an eclipse, walking around in loud ass boots, they're sure to draw attention.

Something Artie loves.

Artie considers himself a Ladies' Man. And a Man's Man. And what gender you have to offer really. (He's still a 'Hobie' - he doesn't discriminate)

He's got a waterbed in his boathouse, shag carpets, and wine at the ready. He loves sweet-talking people, and showering them in compliments. Whereas Hobie's love language is Physical Touch, Artie's is Words of Affirmation.

But all Hobie has to do is open his mouth and Be British and suddenly Artie's date is swooning and he's like 'Brotha, I'mma need you to shut the hell up for a second right quick.'

If you hang out with them, get ready for Hobie hanging off your shoulder, while Artie is in your ear complimenting your outfit.

Fighting:

Artie's fighting style is a lot more fluid than Hobie's with a lot of martial arts involved - similar to blaxploitation movies of the era.

Hobie thinks he looks bloody ridiculous meanwhile Artie is like 'if dem damn jeans weren't so tight maybe you could get like me and have some flair in your fight, my man.'

He also has an INCREDIBLY MEAN backhand.

Ideology:

The two of them are fairly close, hanging out with each other a lot. Though the two of them are fairly different. Artie is far more pacifist than Hobie, but that doesn't mean he's above violence.

He's just not one to talk about it, or threaten it. He's more of the 'let people talk - don't start none, won't be none'. Camp - and he'll almost never throw the first punch. Though he absolutely considers intimidation, selling hard drugs, and fucking with the general population 'starting some'.

Their ideology may clash heads everyone once in a while, but they hardly ever fight. At all. Instead, they have frequently heated, in-depth debates.

Artie may not be as radical or educated on things as Hobie, plus Hobie has ten years of extra history to pull from, but the two of them do it often, and it keeps them spry.

The only problem is, they get so into it, it SO HARD to understand what they're saying. Accents, slang, cutting each other off, roping other people into the conversation to back them up. It's WILD.

Artie is a lot more materialistic than Hobie. Not as critical of capitalism, Artie likes to game it rather than complain about it.

Unlike Hobie, Artie LOVES the finer things in life, and spoiling those around him. He likes gold over silver, and wears more rings than spikes.

He's a bit full of himself, and he carries a rag in his pocket to whip blood off his nice white boots. Something Hobie wouldn't be caught DEAD doing.

And Hobie clowns him for it everytime. Artie doesn't care. 'True playas never play sloppy.'

But how can he afford all of this? Well,

He's not as uhh,..honest as Hobie. But he has a heart of gold (get it?). And he never lies just to lie - if he's doing it, it's probably for work, or to Miguel, because he does not respect Miguel.

Artie be stealing. He's a master at sleight of hand. If it's a big corporation, it's free game. He never steals money - but to put it concisely: He's a smooth mfer.

He likes gold - he thinks it looks nice. But he knows for a fact that the worth of it is completely manufactured my human and capitalism, and that it's literally just a pretty metal.

He knows that paying hundreds for a chain or gold is exploitative, especially when it's stolen to begin with. So to him, it's justifiable, gimmie.

He also does it mostly for fun, a magic trick - in the same way Hobie makes stuff 'disappear' while talking to Miles, and doing hand tricks.

Artie does that, but more often, and more skillfully.

He doesn't do it all the time, but the first time he did it in front of Hobie - snatching Hobie's homemade watch of his wrist - Hobie was genuinely surprised.

Mostly he does it to make things disappear from your hand, parts he finds lying around, and playing pranks on people like Miguel. Generally, just being a lil shit.

He's a sweet-talker and a big steppa.

Unlike Hobie, Artie knows better than you force his way in. Artie slides in. He can talk them in to anywhere.

He'll pretend to be someone else, pretend to know someone else, steal passes and key cards to get in, and try to attack from the shadows when he can.

In battle, Spider-Punk is the louder, chattier, more immature one. And Spider-Funk is the chiller, sarcastic one.

Like twins, the two of them have their own in-jokes, and they hang at each other's places all the goddamn time. Though they live in different universes and decades, Artie & Hobie are kinda a package deal.

They may not always be together - they both got their own shit to do and they're not actually brothers - but if you hang with one, it's only a matter of time before you meet the other.

"Why is your brother American?" "Divorce." - "Adoption." ........ "Adoption." - "Divorce." "One of you or the both of you are lying."

Diane & Artie & Annie -

[This section is about my main OC Disco-Spider Diane, and her variant Annie P. Disco-Spider is Hobie's....something and they are happily....a something]

Every Hobart needs his Diane, and Artie is no different.

Artie & Diane:

And like usual, it all starts at the beginning.

Diane was the one to recruit Artie - because of course she was. And Lyla had told her two things: He was a guitarist, and his name was Artie. That's all she needed to know.

Lyla wanted it to be a surprise.

She snuck back stage to his show, brushed off the nearly palpable feeling of deja vu in the air, broke into his dressing room, and then tried to flirt him into joining the Society. Easy peasy.

Diane is a very oblivious woman. They spoke for nearly 10 minutes - and Artie decided to hear her out. He sat down on the couch in his dressing room, pulled back his hair and-

Diane goes -

"Hobie??? Is that you?! Oh my goodddd, you look so cute! Your hair!! Hobarrrrt - Why you ain't say nothing, had me standing here doing all this."

Speech completely forgotten. Mind you, she still hasn't explained anything. Diane is destined to freak out every Hobart she meets.

Artie is starting to think he should stop flirting with weird ass groupies that break into his dressing room.

Diane takes out her watch, the watch he doesn't know she has. She pulls up Lyla, the AI he doesn't know she has. And Diane asks her -

"Lyla! Does Artie stand for-" "It does!" "Oh my god!!! That makes this SO much easier! You're soo sweet, awww!!" "You know I saw the mission and thought of you-" "Am I on drugs right now?"

Needless to say - Diane's recruitment was successful.

Diane and Artie actually get on well, really well. Like weirdly well.

Artie and Diane are both extroverted, flirty, and a bit full of themselves. They're expressive, and more into their hair than they're willing to admit. They're perfect for each other - and people notice.

And Diane finds it a TAD BIT WEIRD

I mean, the differences between her and Hobie is what Diane loves about them - they're like sugar and spice, PB and J.

Sometimes Artie and Diane may accidentally finish each other's sentences - and Diane will be like 'Hey don't do that :)'. Other times, Artie will playfully be like 'Why are you standing so close to me, mama?' Just to piss her off.

Of course, Diane thinks he's 'cute'. But not Hobie Cute. And unfortunately, he 'speaks American'.

Besides, Hobie is the only Hobart for her.

Artie is definitely into Diane, but more in the 'she's a catch I would go for' kinda way. He did hit on her a couple times early on in their situation - but once she made it clear that she was 'seeing Hobie', he took the hint.

There's no jealously there - Hobarts are incapable of it. In fact, he's kinda proud the only other guy who could pull the hot girl is ..another him.

Now, Artie is a lot more like a big brother, kinda like the ones Diane grew up with in the Panther's house.

He's protective of her, in a 'Be mean to her and I'll deliver an ass whoppin on a plate' way. He thinks she's cute in the way a platonic sense, and finds her groupie mode to be as amusing as it is adorable.

It's ironic though that his ACTUAL girlfriend is - well, Diane's Opposite.

Artie & Annie:

[This section is shorter, and will be longer in Annie's post]

Diane Pastors is Annie P. is Mod-Spider.

Artie's girlfriend, Annie is the farthest thing from Diane while somehow still being just as big of a diva.

An avid feminism campaigner and modern woman, she would never be caught DEAD hanging off of Artie like that. And she can't stomach Diane all that much.

Hobie, Annie HATES. And not in a coy way. She thinks he's obnoxious - she calls him a poseur. She thinks he's a scrub.

Her & Artie are in a committed relationship - officially boyfriend and girlfriend. And instead of Annie, Artie is the one who wears her name on a chain.

Just like Diane and Hobie, Annie and Artie have a musical duo - called ModFunk.

We're almost done I PROMISE.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Random Details:

Artie's design is an inverted version of Hobie's, but it's also inspired heavily by Jimi Hendrix, mainly this photo on the left.

Right is an example of Artie's Style. His universe has a paint-marker aesthetic, a lot more colorful and soft than Hobie's, with dripping paint and splatters, but it tones down a lot - like Gwen's.

Artie plays Soul, Jazz, and Funk.

He has a band with his version of Daredevil, Felicia Hardy, and Captain Anarchy.

Artie has killed cops - and soldiers before. But he doesn't see it as a big deal. He hates cops, but he doesn't focus on it. He doesn't discriminate. Ass Whoopin's for everybody.

He DOES pull his hair back, his face isn't covered all the time. Maybe 80% of the time.

He can get around with Spidey Sense, so he doesn't care much - he loves his fro and is always picking it out.

He Pavitr are like best friends. Pavi and The Brown Twins get LOUD AS HELL when all together.

Gwen thinks he's an absolute goofball - So Artie tries his best to make her laugh. She seems like she needs it.

When not on stage and in battle, he prefers to play an acoustic guitar, which Hobie doesn't like playing. His acoustic is also blue.

Him and Hobie can play on each other's guitars, but it sounds very trippy, and VERY VERY weird, abnormally so.

If their heads are covered, or hair done like each other's, they can seamlessly pass as each other.

Hobie SUCKS at an American accent - but somehow, he can mimic Artie's perfectly.

It's the same for Artie - sucks at British, but can speak like Hobie.

He loves chocolate candy bars, Hobie likes fruity candy.

They do write songs together and go to each others shows, though they don't ever really perform together.

They wrestle A LOT

Artie is a genius as well, and they work on mechanics together, Artie is great at math specifically.

He and Hobie do each others hair care and help oil each other's scalps.

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So uh.....that's Artie :) The guy

If you made it this far THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENTERTAINING ME - Artie platonically gives you a red rose.

ALSO TELL ME Why I tried to draw him like Jimi Hendrix But he looking like the Jackson 5 IM SO SORRY YALL

Here's OG Hobie as a thank you! Just imagine two Hobarts standing on either side of you both tall and with big hair and touchy and talkative as fuck Diane is living the DREAM let your OCs be happy

Bye.

[bronsinseele]

see while i think eimiko's dynamic is so deeply intertwined w devotion and seeing through someone's evolution, elymei is more about being a representation of possibility. elysia and mei have this certain loyalty to each other of course (mei refuses to really believe elysia is a traitor) their dynamic is nothing close to a god and her priestess!! bc the whole fucking point of mei going to the elysian realm was to show elysia that mei was like her!!!!!!!!!1 that herrschers of this era can be like her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! miko waited for ei for 500 years!!! she made the traveler promise that theyd bring her god back! she brings ei out of her shell because she knows ei needs it! she knows that ei needs to move to the next stage of grief!!!!!!!!!!! in a way eimiko is about the differences between them bettering them!!!!

and i know some people are like "oh but personalities" 1. HELLO??? I DONT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND MIKO OR ELYSIA........

ok do you guys wanna hear me talk abt ely/mei and ei/miko again :3

[theshadowyalchemist]

Happy Birthday Hugo Rottewange (+ Olivia)!

I know, I know I'm late but I'm doing it! Happy 250-somethingth birthday! There are not enough words in the world to describe how much I fucking love you. Disney were wrong not to accept you but that's probably because you're better than they could ever dream of. Your charm, irresistible flirtiness and how amazingly oblivious you are never fails to make my day. I also love how much you develop as a character over the course of VAT7K, like, that's what you call character development, Disney!!! Thanks for also being literally the best partner ever for Varian, like there is no better ship EVER! Plus, I love your cute little ponytail like I really wanna comb my fingers through it in the least creepy way possible. And one thing me and Varian can agree on is that people in glasses tend to make them hot (Especially for you, but you didn;t hear thata from me!!!) Anothwr thing I love about you is Olivia whose bday ws on the 3rd. Olivia is amazing and such a queen and I love her for helping get my OTP together. Plus she;s amazing at giving advice and being the better rat out of the two fo you!!!! Hope you guys had an amazing day!

Leo xxx P.S: Don't ask why I wrote this like i ws sedning it to Hugo directly

P.P.S: This wasn't long wnough, I louve Hugo more than anything <3

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

Thanks to @lavenderpanic I finally got around to watch the new WS ep on What If

Some of my personal highlights

Winter Soldier theme within the first five seconds

Awful emphasis on guns, possibly The Gun™

Hairpulling/Tugging

"That piece of Hydra Trash" <- no way that's not a htp reference. Maybe I'm delusional

Flirty Bucky

Bare-chested patch up. Suddenly this is a Hurt/Comfort fic??

Disney+ says [speaks Russian] but actually it's something along the lines of "Coтрите его" so literally the command to "Wipe/ERASE him"

[valentinedaughtler]

Tainted Opal (Part 3)

Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2

3 - Pirates

T/Ws: violence, romantic feelings, blood, mild spice scenes sometimes, fem!reader and she/her pronouns, sexual abuse/trauma (not explicit)

Synopsis: You prepare for the heist, boarding the ship with Kaz and his Crew. (Domestic fluff with the crows)

REQUESTS: OPEN✅

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The port was cold, but not in a comforting manner. It was the type of chill that felt like needles were lodged in your throat when you took a breath. No one in Ketterdam seemed to mind though, especially the people who probably had needles lodged in their throats. It was the Barrel after all.

My hair came undone from the wind, trickling down my neck and shoulders. It appeared aflame in the fiery sunrise.

The tapping of a cane alerted me of Kaz's presence. I turned around to see a crowd of six misfits, all coming my way. My crew. Well, Kaz's crew.

The tallest was pale, with long, blond hair that cascaded down his shoulders. His eyes were shadowed by thick, creased eyebrows. Beside him was a blue eyed, auburn haired girl with full lips and freckles. She was curvier, her dress accentuating her figure. Finally, standing between Inej and Jesper was a timid boy, he looked slightly younger than me, but only due to his round face and soft eyes. His fluffy hair puffed awkwardly in places, he looked so short next to Jesper.

I smiled as I made my way across the docks to them. Kaz towered over me, looking down at me with a smirk. He gestured to the crew, introducing each one and their skills.

"Lovely," I purred with a satisfied expression,  my dress flowed, kicking up dust, as I spun to the direction of the boat; my boat.

The ship was grand, with ornate wooden carvings at the mass: every knot in the wood had flowers etched into them. The sail was my favorite color, and it looked incandescent as sunlight poured through. The Crows looked up, some uncomfortable, others awestruck, but Kaz's expression stayed a neutral scowl.

"Well, quite a ride you have," Kaz rasped. He made it clear he was mocking me. I huffed softly and began to load up the boat with the rest of the Crows.

"Brekker, we've both made a name for ourselves in this city from theft. We just chose to invest in different forms," I reply, my voice carried with a heavy feeling of pride. The boy didn't respond, but I saw him smirk before bringing more crates to the ship. My gaze fell on the timid explosives expert, Wylan. He struggled the lift the crate filled with ammo, beads of sweat forming on his temples. "Here, let me help you," I smiled softly and with a wink, I easily lifted the load. I heard Wylan squeak out a 'thank you.' I laid it down on the ship's storage quarters with a soft thud before returning to the dock to repeat the process.

The tall woman, the heartrender, walked over to me after the ship was fully loaded. Nina. I remembered her name. My sultry eyes met hers, and my lips curved into a little smile.

"I admire a woman who can pull the weight of men," she joked. Charisma radiated off of her in beams, similarly to me, but in very different ways. I chuckled, even I noticed how it sounded like if you could blow bubbles with honey.

"Thank you very much, me as well."

✵ ♣ ✵

The rocking of the sea felt familiar in my heart. As I smelled the salty air my mind began to flood with memories. He told me to be careful by the edge of the boat... but I guess he never warned-

"Brooding in the back of a ship with the sea?" I heard Kaz's husky voice ask. I didn't turn my head, but I offered him a soft laugh. He walked up to stand against the edge of the boat with me, clasping his gloved hands together. I eyed his cane, with was leaning next to his right hip. The top was a metal crow head.

It was hard to maintain the whole Seductress demeanor for such long periods of time, but I attempted to remain flirty and calm. Kaz's eyes drifted as the boat rocked, he stared at the expanse of ocean. "I hate the sea, but I've ignored it for long enough. Finally get to put this boat use," I said with a sigh.

"Then why did you buy a boat?" There was a hint of humor in his voice. I pretend to ponder that question for a moment, but I knew the reason. I knew it all too well.

"It was this or a dungeon in my basement," I replied, looking at the profile of his face, "and this one didn't require home renovations." I continued. I wasn't just going to tell him the real reason-

"You're a terrible liar."

My eyebrows raised to my forehead, and my eyes met his. He continued without waiting for a verbal response, "Your bottom lip quivers before you speak if you are about to tell a lie." His face is rested in a slight scowl, but his eyes are laughing at my flushed face. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. He opened his scarred lips once again to speak, "it's called a 'tell' in poker."

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Two weeks rolled by in a swift motion, the sea rocking the boat all the while. Wylan wasn't doing too good with the constant sway at first, but he managed.

I'd became quite close with the Crows as the days past, and I stopped feeling the need to personify myself as a Seductress. Now I was just y/n. I don't mind myself being let in to others. After all, if you don't let them in, you can let them go easily. Mornings were spent hoisting sails and cooking, days for navigating and watching. Evenings consisted of laughter and dinner, nights reserved for planning and rest.

We each had bunks, but I spent most of my nights planning for when we reached Ravka with Kaz in the cabin's office. Sometimes I just sat and read while he worked or Inej and I would sharpen her knives, Saints, she loved those knives.

Matthias and Nina were on cooking duty for tonight, and once it was served Jesper made an announcement.

"Before we departed on our journey," he began with a comical, dramatic tone. "I purchased seven pirate hats, after two weeks sailing, I believe we deserve them!" He sprung up from his seat and ran down to the bottom deck. He quickly  returned with said hats, and I had to admit, they seemed authentic...

"For each of us! I now declare us honorary pirates," Jesper shouted to the deep blue sky dusted with stars. A few of us laughed as he granted each of a hat. "I'm not sure I should give my dear Wylan one though, he doesn't seem sea ready," the sharpshooter joked before kissing Wylan on the cheek. I giggled before interjecting.

"Ah, I don't know, I believe Wylan would be a mighty fine pirate." I said with a toothy grin, my eyes sparkling at the dinner's commotion. I noticed that Kaz eyed me keenly, his pupils dilating as I smiled. He's an odd one.

As Jesper attempted to place a hat on Kaz's groomed hair, he was met with a cane to the ankles. The lanky man let out a groan of pain before collapsing on the wooden deck with a laugh. I loved the lively ambiance. It reminded me a bit of home. Home. I thought to myself. I shook off the complicated concept of my past before turning my attention to Kaz.

"Oh come on Brekker, wear the hat like everyone else," my tone was playful, but my eyes demanded it, for Jesper's sake. Kaz huffed and he was obviously irritated. I grabbed his hat and place it on his head, but I too was met with his cane. My boot hit it with a metallic thnuck as the cane whipped through the air. I took this as an opportunity to hoist myself into the air from atop his cane. The hat left my grasp and floated softly onto Kaz's head. I grinned as I did a flip, landing safely on my feet behind him.

The other Crows laughed and applauded when I bowed dramatically. Jesper hollered at me.

"Damn, y/n, 'bought time someone beat Kaz at something-," Jesper silenced himself abruptly as Kaz's gaze pierced through his skull. I regained my spot in the dinner circle between Nina and Inej, locking eyes with the scowling Crow, who now wore a pirate hat. I noticed, despite his locked jaw and frown, there was a glint of something in his eyes, but I wasn't sure what.

After dinner, I made my way to the office, it was mine, but Kaz seemed to claim it as his work space. I suspected he just went there to escape the rambunctious atmosphere at the dinners.

I noticed him staring at a map of Ravka again with scribbled notes covered it, his scrawled handwriting filling empty parts of the page. The warm candlelight illuminated his sharp edges, and exaggerated the dark parts of him. Like where his face caved under his cheekbones or where the lines under his eyes were gray. His scars looked pale against his skin, wisps of loose hair covering one on his forehead. I realized I was blushing, my cheeks dusted with a soft pink. He's quite nice looking...

"Are you going to stand there all night or come in?" He grumbled with sharp undertones. I entered the small room and pulled a dusty chair up to the opposing side of Kaz's— my- desk. He paid me no mind and his gloved fingers continued to scribble on the map. My mouth began to move before my brain approved,

"Why do you always wear gloves?"

His writing halted, but his expression did not warp. He quickly resumed his task.

"Why do you know how to navigate the sea and use a ship so well on a boat you claim to never use?" He combated. My mind went silent. I cursed myself for speaking in the first place. We both stayed silent for a while, not bringing up the topic again.

"What are you writing?" My soft voice sliced the silence like one of Inej's knives. Kaz looked up at me, his gaze harsh.

"I never suspected you'd be so inquisitive," his husky voice made my bones shiver, and I felt the blush creepy back up onto my cheeks. I liked the way he sounded. "I'm attempting to find the most officiant route to get us to Arx's destination." His words released me from my trance, but made me focus on his scarred lips. I wonder how the scar would feel against my lip- what am I thinking? I shook away my thoughts and nodded at him.

"Well, I'm much better with sea routes, but my- well, I've been told that the most bandit-free paths are through Fjerda due to the relentless snow." I pointed at the map, tracing the roads I was referring to. He hummed in response, but I noticed his gaze fixated on me. I began to smile, for reasons unknown to my conscious mind, I smiled.

"Are you sure about this? Fjerda may have less bandits, but they have quite a few Drüskelles, little tailor."

"I like you, Kaz." I purr, using his first name. As I did so, I saw a mild flush appear on his ears. "You're cautiously optimistic," I smirk and narrow my eyes. His eyebrows creased but he chuckled. He's slightly softer when less people are around.

I lifted myself from the chair and sauntered my way towards the door, "Good night, Kaz."

"Good night, y/n."

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The following morning began as those previous to it did, I washed my face in my cabin with stored water and changed my clothes. I slipped on a frilly, white dress that stopped at my knees and layered a brown, leather corset on top of it. I put my hair into braids and tied my leather boots tight. I finally put stud earrings on, they were silver crows. Before I left the cabin I grabbed the pirate hat Jesper had gifted me, smiling at the emblem that read 'Captain'.

My made my way to the top deck, the sun filtering through the sails, laying a sheer blanket of light over my face. I was the first one up, or so I thought. I looked over to my right, at what should have been an open expanse of sea, but it wasn't.

Fear rose in my stomach and into my throat like bile. I rushed down the creaky stairs of the boat and into the bunks. "Everyone, you need to wake up," my voice echoed off the walls and shook the five crowd awake... five?? Where's-

My feet took off once again until I reached the office Kaz seemed to have made his home. I rattled the knob and swung open the door. Kaz looked up, confused, as he shot up from the desk. He clutched his cane and stared at me, a mix of irritation and shock in his eyes.

"What made you burst in? Did Jesper and Wylan light something on fire again-?"

I couldn't get out a sentence, but I managed to blurt out one word,

"Pirates,"

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Please feel free to imagine yourself wearing or having a different hairstyle/texture at any point through the story, feel free to ask for specific outfits, hairstyles for later parts of the story.

-Valentine

[best--dress]

Baz raises an eyebrow.

Ok so I think about this line a lot:

"You should eat something," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. “Oh, piss off.” (CO pg 330)

Like, I've always been curious what exactly Simon thought Baz was implying with that eyebrow raise, you know?

In WS, we get this from Baz:

I raise an eyebrow, which is my go-to move when I want to look cool but don't have anything cool to say. (WS pg 272)

Relatable! Is this *always* the reason behind Baz's singular raised eyebrow, though?

He's looking at me like I'm a complete freak. .. His right brow is arched so high, it looks like it's broken free of his eye. (CO pg 240)

Post magic-sharing dragon fight - here, I think the eyebrow raise reflects genuine surprise - altho we know Baz is also feeling the aftereffects of Simon's magic - “being struck by benevolent lightning.”

She frowns at Baz–”Hot.” He grins, hitching up that eyebrow again. (CO pg 244)

Alright, this one is definitely innuendo.

Then, sister, he cocks one of your eyebrows at me. (CO pg 308)

Very cheeky!

He cocks an eyebrow and stares at me, like figuring out what's wrong with me is something he'll never have enough time for. (CO pg 390)

Idk Simon, I think he's truly startled again - definitely a candidate for “I want to look cool but don’t have anything to say.”

"You don't have x-ray vision." Baz raises an eyebrow. (CO pgs 491-492)

Cheeky! Flirty!

Baz's eyebrows are at maximum up and down positions. (WS pg 40)

A delightful description of the single raised eyebrow, and an eyebrow that is surprised bordering on impressed.

My eyebrows drop, in suspicion, then I slowly raise the left one. (WS pg 97)

I'm gonna categorize this one as surprised bordering on flirtatious. (Oh, and Baz’s lowered eyebrows might warrant their own separate post.)

"You can't be serious," I say. He cocks an eyebrow at me in the mirror. (WS pg 229)

Oh, he is dead serious. (Undead serious?)

I raise an eyebrow. "A picky eater?" (WS pg 281)

This one’s not NOT flirty.

He tips his head back and cocks a thick eyebrow. "I don't think I said always." (AWTWB pg 226)

Now THIS is where "figuring out what's wrong with me is something he'll never have enough time for” comes into play...

Baz cocks an eyebrow above the frames. "I don't think this is what Lady Salisbury had in mind when she lent us her heirloom reading glasses." (AWTWB pg 323)

Playful, flirty, Baz’s eyebrows are an entire category of banter unto themselves.

Which brings us back to this!

Can’t think of anything cool to say, Baz? Surprised? Or... could it be...

flirting?!??

[navybrat817]

Hi Navy! 💙

I have been struggling with something, and I figured you would be just the right person to ask since I think you always give great advice!

When I started writing within the MCU, I wrote almost solely for Bucky, but ever since then, my focus has shifted to someone else within the MCU. However, I don't seem to get as much recognition for that work. I know their fanbase here on Tumblr isn't as big, and that's okay, but I sometimes miss my interactions with Bucky fics.

Now, I was curious what drives you to write about Bucky and so many versions of him as well! What is it about him that you like so much, and what do you tend to bring back in other fics, too? Personality traits, maybe looks?

I'm trying to write for Bucky again, but unfortunately, I haven't been very successful, which really saddens me. So, do you maybe have some tips for getting back into writing for Bucky?

Thank you so much, Navy, I love your stories, and I can't wait to see what else you have planned for all the Buckys in your library 💙

Hi, nonnie! That's so kind that you think I give good advice. I'll do my best. ❤️

@targaryenvampireslayer and I actually chatted a bit about writing for Bucky recently. One of the beautiful things about him is that canon gave us so many layers with the limited amount of screentime he had. We saw him as a charming and flirty guy while also being a good friend (40's Bucky), a brainwashed weapon (WS), someone off the grid (CW), trying to heal (IW), and a bit of grump and still learning to adjust, accept, and forgive himself (TFATWS).

Attractiveness aside, I can see Bucky in so many worlds because of those layers. He has this mix of being both developed and not, which gives us enough to stick with canon if we wish or go our own way. I have no doubt we'll have even more to pay around with once Thunderbolts is out.

It's all about the kind of Bucky you want to write! Do you want flirty or confident Bucky? Reserved or quiet Bucky? Grumpy or brooding Bucky? Dangerous or deadly Bucky? Maybe a combination?

Where do you see him? Where do you want him to be? Let your muse go wild!

I don't know if this helped at all, but I hope it sparks your muse. All the good vibes and I hope you continue to enjoy my nonsense. Love and thanks! ❤️

[f0point5]

What did/do you think of Vettel(when he ws around)? Please feel free to elaborate and/or ramble as much as you want, I love reading your long takes

Okay, disclaimer, I wasn’t watching f1 during his RB days. I probably would have liked him a lot in that era because I’m a slut for success, and I love me a golden boy.

That being said, since I’ve been watching, the vibes have always been off for me.

I just find him a bit…he’s got a touch of Lewis in him. Like, he comes across as a bit self pitying, a bit self righteous, and just generally arrogant in way that doesn’t appeal to me.

I don’t like that in the last couple of years of his career he took on a bit of a “grid dad” role when he was a bit of a dick to Max when he came into f1 (I know everyone was a bit of a dick to Max and I will never forgive that but that includes Seb), and I always got the sense that he was quite territorial with Charles when he came into Ferrari. It is mostly the Max thing that rubbed me the wrong way because for someone who made a bit of a meal of being bullied as a child he sure didn’t go out of his way to not be a dick to his child coworker when he was in his 30s. And then he’s all helmet swaps and writing cute messages to everybody and it’s a bit like…idk. It’s easy to magnanimous when it’s over. Again, I don’t know the guy, this is just the vibe I got. (And in case anyone was going to mention this, I know he was the only one waiting for Max after Silverstone and that he wrote Charles nice messages when he was doing sim work, I’m not saying he’s an irrevocably shitty person, I’m just saying the way he acted when it looked like he had something to lose really put me off.)

I also never liked his flirty comments. Sorrynotsorry. I am not in any way saying he’s a perv or indicting him in the way I’ve seen a lot of people try to do. I’m saying for me personally, I would not have found the comments cute if they’d been directed at me. And maybe that’s because I already don’t like his vibe. But if I’m not your friend, like your actual proper friend, and you’re saying that to me with a camera around, I will not appreciate it. Some of it I know was with reporters he knew but like when he was on a panel and he talking to the (I think they were flight attendants from the sponsor?) in the back, I’m like my guy if you want a girl’s number then ask her later. And it just seemed like attention seeking antics because he was in a relationship with his childhood sweetheart the whole time (and lord if I were her he’d have never heard the end of it, because no way you’re talking to women like that on camera when I’m at home waiting for you). It’s just not cute, to me. Cringe behaviour. Again, nobody come for me and say I’m accusing him of harassment and all that because I’m not. I’m saying that I didn’t find the vibe endearing.

And after all this, I feel like he ended up kind of adopting this “wise old man” persona at Aston Martin which didn’t seem authentic. Maybe he changed and grew but idk to me the only thing that grew was his hair. He clearly had this more circumspect view of things but I just didn’t…connect with it.

Fundamentally he has never come across as a nice person to me. He’s just the kind of person I’d feel I have to watch my back around. And hey, I’m saying this having seen very little of the guy, when he’s got a camera shoved in his face, I am in no way saying that’s his entire or even his real personality. But you asked, so I answered.

[gyeheoni]

wooseok's red sweater

[byuntrash101]

Baekhyunie don't leave me - Part 6 [END]

barista!baekhyun x fem!reader

mafia!AU | action | angst | smut | nsfw

8.4k word count

abduction, dub con, sir kink, BIG cock, unprotectec sex, dirty talk, really really rough sex, begging, oral (m), orgasm control, impact play, overstimulation, dacryphilia, sadism, breath play, spit play, breedind kink, squirting, creampie

Don’t trust anything in this story. Don’t trust the cute bright cover, don’t trust the handsome playful flirty barista and do not trust the cute innocent timid girl.

Concept song: Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose.

A/N : there we are guys!! Last part! I'm so excited to be closing down this series after almost a full year of writing it. It ws such a fun and challenging experience for me. But I pulled throught and its all thanks to your support! Thank you so much guys! I hope you enjoy the ending! <333 - Cat

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<< Part 5

You don’t know for how long you just let your heart be broken. You didn’t do anything to fix it. You didn’t want to. You spent all day inside crying, letting the gaping and agonizing wound hurt you. You let these images of him torture you, you just let yourself suffer for days. Maybe weeks. 

Until the pain lessened. Gradually the wound became numb and so did your soul. Until you were only a ghost roaming the empty luxurious rooms of your apartment. A tired spirit haunting your own tired body. You are nothing of the person you used to be….An empty shell. A pathetic excuse for the strong woman you were.

But as the apathy settled in the pit of your guts it was slowly molded into something else. As days passed you started feeling like yourself again. day after day you regained your superb. You got back some of that burning passion that characterized you. 

You were never the kind to back down from a challenge. You are the kind of girl that always gets what she wants. And if your devotion and your expensive gifts couldn’t buy Baekhyun’s love, you were determined, even absolutely fixated on changing his mind. By all means and as God is your witness, you will make Byun Baekhyun love you.

And for that you could always count on your family.

It was ridiculously easy getting to know where he lived with his stupid bitch. The only reason why you didn’t know sooner is because you didn’t try. You just trusted him. But you know better now. Your men were experts in tracking, and you sent them the best two to trail Baekhyun’s every move. You came to know every single detail he was keeping from you since the beginning. Baekhyun being the creature of habits that he is, his routines were pretty much easy to spot. It’s almost like that apart from occasionally cheating on his girlfriend with you he never ever does anything unplanned.

You came to know about where he went to the gym, where his parents lived, when his brother would come by to drop off his nephew, every single habitude, your men gave you a detailed report about everything. Including her.

You learned her name, learned about her medical history, her family, her friends. You learned her and Baekhyun had been dating for three years and you learned that in fact he had never loved you. 

This time spent together it was only a way of distracting himself from the routine he had set for himself. With you he saved himself from boredom of the everyday life of the perfect boyfriend that never does anything eventful. Maybe Baekhyun grew tired of the same old boring sex he had with his girlfriend and that’s why he came to you. You were nothing more than that, a bucket for him to dump his cum into. Because one thing was for sure he never, ever, doubted his love for her. Not once he picked you over her. And that was explaining the canceled dates, the late nights booty calls and the secrets. So many secrets that made you doubt that you ever knew who Baekhyun really was. But all that didn’t matter because you did now. You knew him. Better than his own mother. And it was time he came to know the real you too.

An eye for an eye, the mafia way.

***

“Come downstairs we need to talk”

That’s the simple message you texted him while you were waiting in the black van parked in front of his apartment building in downtown Seoul. The building resembled many of the same sorts here. Middle class people like him couldn’t afford anything better than these one-room, maybe two if they were lucky, appartements. You thought as you looked over each window that was lit at this late hour that maybe one of those was him, watching TV or maybe taking a shower before bed or maybe even balls deep in this bitch. Your slenders fingers balled into a fist around the device before it vibrated.

“Who’s this?” the message read. You chuckled.

It’s true… You almost forgot… Officially you never got this number but getting your hands on it was incredibly easy.

“🍭” You simply replied, feeling bitter sweet. This nickname you thought to be adorable only turned out as another way to keep you a well graded secret. The cute emoji was just that, another secret because you didn’t even deserve to have a name.

“How did you get this number?” This time the reply was a lot quicker. A smirk found its way on your lips as you imagined Baekhyun's fingers trembling while holding the shitty phone he could barely afford. 

You were not here to play around and quite frankly after months of hiding you were sick of it. Fed up.

You sent a simple picture. But it spoke a thousand words. It was louder and more persuasive than any poetic and larmoyant speech you could ever write or say.

A positive pregnancy test.

You were certain of the effect this simple picture will have on Baekhyun so you joyfully hopped off the car into the pouring rain of fall and rushed yourself in the hallway of the building. You waited there, by the numerous mailboxes of all the destitute people living here, stacked like rats in a sewer. 

The building was even more seedy from the inside. The ugly dirty green carpet in the hall reeked of humidity and mold, the elevator that hadn't been replaced since the early 70’s didn’t really inspire trust but neither did the old staircase with the filthy steps and flickering lighting. But still you heard rushed footsteps coming from the ominous staircase and you couldn’t help but to smile, your heart couldn’t help but to race, you couldn’t help but to be happy. Because you were going to see him again.

And finally he emerges from the corner. He looks exactly like he did the last day you saw him. Well not exactly, his blond hair is messed up and he traded the brown apron for a pair of comfortable gray sweatpants and a black oversized t-shirt but he looks just as handsome, just as enticing, just as perfect.

“What the fuck is this about, y/n?” his voice, that he tried to keep as quiet as possible, resounds in the unwelcoming hall. You missed the sound of his voice so much.

“Hi, Baekhyun” you respond simply, but your calmness seems to ignite the exact opposite emotion in Baekhyun.

“Listen, I want to give a second chance” you start, maybe you got weak when you saw his angelic face, maybe you were reminded of all the love you felt for him. But you couldn't bring yourself to yell at him. 

“Are you pregnant?” he whistled, through gritted teeth, voice getting cold and eyes growing somber, maybe even as dark as the poorly lit hallway. 

You hesitated for a second. You wanted to lie and say yes but this solution was only temporary so you decided to go against your plans.

“No…”

“What?” he exclaimed in disbelief and confusion.

Of course the test was a fake. Despite you were never once before on birth control and the countless times he finished inside you over the course of the last six months. You never actually got pregnant. But you could have! It was plausible, believable and that was what mattered.

“That was just to lure you out here with me” you clung onto his arms, craving a physical type of affection. “Listen, I know we can go together, you and me” you start with stars in your eyes, looking up at the blonde man. “Let’s go on a date right now let’s try to sort things out okay?”

“Are fucking batshit crazy?” he says violently pushing you away. You never saw such burning anger in his eyes, not even that night he thought you were out cheating with Chanyeol. Turns out he was the cheater all along. This thought gives the memory of this night a bitter taste and Baekhyun’s anger spreads to you.

“YES! YES I AM!” you start to yell in the lobby. “WHY CAN’T YOU REALIZE THAT I WILL LOVE YOU MORE. I WILL LOVE BETTER THAN HER. SHE’S JUST A BITCH. SHE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO LOVE YOU BUT I WI-” you turn quiet when Baekhyun firmly grab you by the arm, slender fingers harshly digging in your skin and leaving five interlaced bruises around your limb.

“Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking skank” he spits between his pinched lips. “Now you’ll listen to me carefully” as if it’s even possible his grasp around your arm gets tighter. “There’s no ‘us’! They never was. My girlfriend was abroad for a couple of weeks and I got bored and horny. Turned out I liked having fun with you so I kept you as a toy a little longer but I eventually got bored of you” you eyes started to prickle with tears. “Stop bothering me and my girlfriend i don’t want to see you ever again”

One single tear spilled out of your eye but you promised to yourself it was the first and last one of the night when you heard the biting and poienous words his mouth spat next.

“Do you love her?” your trembling voice got caught in your throat.

“I do not love you. I never have and never will.” 

That was the last dagger through your heart. Words so hateful, tone so hostile that it turned you back into the ice queen you were six months ago. Swallowing back your tears as your face gradually turned as cold as Baekhyun’s.

You humed in disappointment. Baekhyun picked the change in your attitude right away and his fingers gradually lost their hold around your arm. You started to laugh, with an open mouth, a laugh that had no humor, no happiness, no warmth. A laugh that chilled Baekhyun’s bones. Confusion started to spread on his face like a drop of ink in clear water. When your reddened eyes met his dark brown eyes there was no trace of sorrow left. 

No more cute and frail little girl. The play was done. Closing act. Curtain.

Once the mask was dropped only the real you was looking back at him. For the first time Baekhyun saw the fearless mobster, the murderer, the blood thristy monster that was always lurking over your shoulder every time you played the doe-eyed, submissive and naive rich girl.

“I really didn’t want to have to do it this way” you said looking at him dead in the eyes wearing that same cold smile. “But you leave me no choice”. Baekhyun frowned, jaw hanging loose in a state of shock and incomprehension. 

“What the fuck are you talking about? You are fucking crazy” he whispered this time. You chuckled.

“You have no idea how right you are. I’m fucking insane.”

“Boys come get him”.

The next 15 seconds unfolded very fast for Baekhyun. Before he could realize 5 guys rushed in the lobby. While one was placing a bag over his head, the other was covering his mouth. He didn’t get the chance to run or scream or even protest and he was striked on the head with a long metal bar, knocking him out on the spot.

Everything fades to black as his consciousness slips under a veil.

“Good night my love”

***

When Baekhyun comes back to his senses his vision is blurry. Blinding lights shine directly onto his face. He tries to bring his hands to shield himself from the light but he realizes his hands are bound behind his back. Slowly his eyes adapt to the brightness. 

What is this place?

It looks like a warehouse, the ceilings are high and the ground is plain bare concrete. In front of him there’s a small round table with a white linen table cloth, two sets of plates along with fancy silverware.

“You finally woke up Honey” you say as you smile adorably at the half conscious man in front of you.

“Where are we?” he asks, squinting, looking around slowly.

“We are on this date I told you about!” you replied cheerfully. “Look! I got all dressed up for you!” you stood up from your chair and did a little twirl in your burgundy red dress. The fit was simple, a burgundy red dress that was ankle length and a slit on the side. You knew you looked ravishing with your luscious hair swaying on your shoulders and minimal make up.

Baekhyun looked at you up and down, still confused.

“You’re a little undressed but it’s okay I guess.” You said pointing at the gray sweatpants and oversized t-shirt. “You still have your handsome face” you smiled at him once more.

“Where are we?” Baekhyun asked once more, confusion still painted on his face “Why are my hands tied?” he asked, trying to pull on the ropes. But you ignored him and kept on rambling.

“I had the best Italian chef in all of Seoul make us a nice, hearty serving of the best authentic ragù alla bolognese” you lifted the lid off the stainless steel pot that was placed in the middle of the table “Well… Second best italian chef in Seoul because I killed the best one”. 

Clearly Baekhyun was not listening to you, he was looking around and pulling on his restraints trying to break free which didn’t worry you because you knew it was useless. But still… It was irritating.

“WHERE ARE WE?” he started screaming at you, which was extremely rude. But since he insisted so much on getting answers…

“Fine!” you said as you sat back down. “No need to yell!” That caught Baekhyun's attention and he stopped squirming on his chair for a moment. 

You opened your arms at your sides in a grand gesture.

“Welcome to the family warehouse” you said dramatically. “Where most of the business is conducted”

It was only now that Baekhyun fully acknowledged his surroundings. He saw countless plastic bags filled with white powder in wood crates. Some were open and spilling out, some other crates were tightly shut. Baekhyun also notices the blood splatter on the ground and various empty cartridges. His heart started to race in his chest, his breathing got irregular and hectic, his head was spinning and beads of cold sweat started to pearl on his forehead.

You can’t help but to let an evil smile run on your lips as you see the man before you gradually slip into panic. Handsome features beautifully contorted into anguish.

“Do you remember Baekhyunie? That is the family’s core business. We’ve been doing this in our clan for centuries” you started to pace around him. “Drugs, firearms trafficking, prostitution and murder” your hand brushed over one of the closed of crates. “And we are damn good at it. But I must say I’m the best.” you cooed at him while you gently caressed his cheek with cold fingers. Baekhyun stiffens as soon as he feels the cold glide on his cheek, he rips his face off your reach, shooting you daggers through his brown eyes. But you only chuckle.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” 

You go back to your seat and plate a generous serving of spaghetti for your lovely guest and yourself. Right when you’re about to shove a fork full in your mouth you realize Baekhyun is still bound.

“What was I thinking ?” you chuckled again. 

You stood up and put the leg on the side of the slit forward. With care you started to brush your hand on your thigh. From your knee to your hip, pushing the thin and soft fabric aside and completely opening up the slit. You smirked when you saw Baekhyun’s avid eyes follow your fingers’ glide on your smooth skin and thickly swallow when the slit was just high enough to suggest you weren’t wearing underwear. You scuffed. Even in this situation he was still a randy dog. 

Around your thigh was a leather harness that held a small knife. You took it in your palm and let the fabric fall back on your leg, concealing yourself from him. Immediately his eyes shot back to yours. You walked around to stop right behind him. You stuck the blade onto one side of his neck while you bent down and brought your lips to the other side. You let your lips brush against the thin skin of his neck. You exhaled and your hot breath lifted goose bumps on his skin.

“Don’t do anything stupid ok?” you whispered in his ear. Which he responded to with a quick nod.

With a sharp movement you cut the restrained and set him free. Instinctively, Baekhyun rubbed the painful marks in his wrists. You walked back in front of him.

“However, you do understand that as you are a compulsive liar and a fraud I can’t really trust you right ?” Once again he looked back at you, puzzled.

“Boys!!” you called out and immediately ten men came rushing from the double door of the warehouse. All tall and armed to the teeth. But one stood out for Baekhyun, he as significatively taller than the rest and seemed bigger. But most of all his expression was menacing. While the others looked straight ahead like well trained guard dogs this one was staring at him and his eyes held so much resentment and bitterness. He peered at him like one would at his nemesis, however Baekhyun was sure they had never met before.

“Baekhyun, meet Chanyeol. Chanyeol this is Baekhyun”

Chanyeol looks back at the seated man with a blank face but Baekhyun finally understands that is the guy you ran off to that fateful night. 

“Now eat” you order pointing your chin at the plate of food getting cold.

“I’m not hungry” Baekhyun spit looking right at you, eyes ignited with dormant, controlled anger. You start to laugh. Even after all this, this boy surprises you again. He’s clearly not in a position where he can demand or refuse anything but still he chooses to be difficult. He’s clearly not afraid of you and you love that even more about him. You could kill him right now but he knows better. He knows you love him too much.

You give Chanyeol a small nod and he immediately steps out the circle to hold Baekhyun down. The taller man grabs his jaw and forces his mouth open. Baekhyun struggles and protests trying to slip out of Chanyeol’s grip but it's in vain. You manage to delicately spoon into his mouth some of the delicious meal in front of him. Right when Baekhyun is about to spit the food out Chanyeol closes his jaw back, forcing the blonde man to swallow with pain.

You just smile adoringly at him. Even like this you can’t help but let your heart sing for him. 

“Isn’t it delicious?” you ask while Baekhyun shoots daggers at Chanyeol to which he responds with a sufficient smile.

Even if Chanyeol never dared to put it into words he always had a thing for you. And it happened that he considered himself a way better fit for you. He was stronger, taller, knew the ropes of the job, had a trusting relationship with your family and he knew he was the suitor chosen by your father. And the most important part he liked this ruthless part of you, he loved the way you could skin a man alive and find joy in it. He liked the way your eyes lit up when you held a man’s life at the end of your canon. He was the one for you. A mobster for another. Not this insignificant commoner who doesn’t even realize how lucky he is that you look at him with those enamored eyes. A gaze that should only be for Chanyeol…

The tall man undertook the initiative to force feed Baekhyun once again but with just a simple disapproving look he stepped back like a well behaved little doggie. Baekhyun then took the engraved silver fork in a tight grip that made his knuckles white and brought some food to his lips.

“You know… The first time I laid my eyes on you I knew…” you started as you rolled a meat ball across your plate. “I knew you were the one my heart chose but you know I saw you as unapproachable and I was truly fine with that. I was going to keep being your customer and only admire you for afar. Even seeing you like this was enough for me if I could just be around you for a couple of minutes”

Baekhyun holds his breath only chewing very slowly.

“But then that day that you stepped in my direction I thought my heart would burst into flames. I got a taste of you, of how it was to be someone that you liked, someone that you loved. Even if I know now that it was all a lie… still it’s something nobody can take from me…. This feeling, this memory it’s mine forever.”

You look absentmindedly as the beautiful deep red of the glass of wine in front of you, reminiscing of this first time in the golden hours of the café as the pedestrians were hurrying home….

“But this was my breaking point. I went too far on that road with you and I just couldn’t bring myself to be without you… So I made up this little stratagem to bring you out of your cave…” you chuckled humorlessly as you pictured him curled up on the couch watching tv with her. 

“You’re crazy” Baekhyun exhales in one sort breath as he looks at you.

“Don’t you get it by now?” You slam your fist on the table which makes the plates and gaudy silverware clatter. “The exotic getaways, the fancy dinners, the expensive gifts, this fucking watch” you agressvely point at the Rollex around his wirst as you list with cold, dormant anger all of the pricey beneficts Baekhyun profited from while going out with you….

“All of this” you spread your arms and look around the place. “All of it was bought with blood, cocaine and hookers. With dirty fucking money!!” you swipe the table sending the plates and food to the ground in a grand cacophony, shattered glass and tomato sauce covering the floor.

Baekhyun was the only one shivering, you and your men on the other hand were used to your fits of rage.

“Of course at first I took you for an unsuspecting handsome boy that didn’t know what he got himself into. I thought that for your sake I’d better keep your innocence shielded but as time went by I knew I could make you into someone… Someone who could run this family."

You stepped around him slipping a cold finger onto the warm skin of his nape then across your bottom lip, as if you could taste his warmth. 

"Do you remember that night?" You asked. Baekhyun stayed silent but as you looked at him he finally spoke up.

"What do you mean ?"

"That night I left you at my apartment to help Chanyeol?"

Baekhyun's back stiffened at this memory as Chanyeol's ears perked up at the mention of his name. You smirked.

“See I knew you remembered!” Baekhyun averts his eyes.

“That night I had the absolute certainty that you were going to be the perfect match for me and for our family.”

You sigh as you stand right in front of him and put your hand on his knees, slowly dragging your palm up the gray sweatpants and his robust and thick thighs to his groin. As your hand progresses you feel Bekhyun’s thigh getting more and more tense. Only to make his hips jolt forward when you finally reach his hardening cock. Instantly your eyes go to his to hopefully catch a glimpse of a softening expression but you only find the same unyielding and bitter orbs looking back at you, eyebrows knitted and lips pinched in a resentful expression that makes you smirk even wider.

“And now I’m even more convinced than before… A man so cold hearted that he would even fuck a girl he hates this much…” you direct your gaze to his crotch that has become fully hard under the constant teasing of his sensitive area. Only gently glazing your finger over his hard on never giving him the satisfaction of applying any kind of pressure. His cock is even slightly twitching, gray sweatpants making it oh so very easy to look.

Somehow his eyes seem to darken even more, but you can’t tell if it’s from blatant contempt or carnal frustration.

“Why the long face, baby?” you coo in his ear as you feel an almost imperceptible twitch on his cheek pressed against yours. “Is it because you hate me?” you make a long pause to allow Baekhyun to respond but he chooses to stay silent. “Or is it because you want this” 

With that you finally grip your fingers around his hard cock, the poor thing has been in so much need for attention that you feel that he has already made his loin slightly dampened, making the gray sweatpants somewhat darker. As you press your fingers and rub his length from base to tip you hear him take in a shaky breath and for a split second you see his eyes roll back. He tries so hard to hold himself back but you know his body by heart and he can’t hide anything away from you, at least not anymore.

“Or maybe it’s because you feel a little bashful in front of such a crowd?”

With a gesture of the hand you command your men to leave you two alone; they all execute themselves, even Chanyeol who decides to glare one last time at Baekhyun before closing the doors behind him.

“Finally some privacy” you exhale in relief before immediately putting back on the same mischievous smirk. You are quick to return to business. You crouch down, scraping your knee on the cold concrete floor but the adrenaline and excitement keep you from feeling any pain.

With extreme slowness you decide to carefully pull on the waistband of the sweatpants, the usually ample and comfortable piece of clothing now really seems to restrain Baekhyun. The fabric is under a lot of strain as it seems Baekhyun’s huge cock keeps on growing before your amazed eyes. So you’re more than happy to relieve him. As you roll the fabric down on his hips, his cock finally springs free -well apart from his boxers- and the alleviation of this unbearable tension has him biting hard his bottom lip.

Your intuition is confirmed when you finally peek at his completely soaked underwear. The visible dark gray wet patch is even more consequent than what you anticipated and you can’t help but to feel amused when you see it. You take so much joy in torturing him. You enjoy seeing him unable to resist you even after all this. You might have to still figure things out in regards to his heart but you know how to make his body respond to you.

You peel off the damp underwear to finally uncover Baekhyun’s raging cock. You see him lightly jump when the cool air hits his blazing hot and wet tip which makes you chuckle. 

“You became so sensitive Baekhyunie! How cute!”

You grab the length at its base and keep it straight into the air. You bring your face close and start by lightly kissing the wet tip. When you look up at Baekhyun, he seems to be in pain, eyebrows furrowed, hand firmly planted on his hips. So you decide to show mercy and finally wrap your warm lips around his tip. Your eyes flutter close as the familiar salty taste spreads in your mouth. You missed him so much. You missed his thick cock so much. You hum in satisfaction, the sounds vibrating Baekhyun’s cock in your mouth.

You adroitly swirl your tongue around his tip, hungrily gathering and tasting as much precum as humanly possible, rejoicing in the countless memories the delicious flavor brings back. Once you dry out the source it’s time to make more so you start to take your mouth up and down his girth making slurping noises all across his length.

Baekhyun is being a lot less vocal than usual, you only hear him breathing in and out shakily, trying his best to not moan and growl like he can do it so beautifully and he’s succeeding. You must admit you miss the dirty talk, the hair pulling and the pleasured groans but it’s okay for now… in time you know he will give in.

You suck on his cock some more and Baekhyun digs his nails in his hip still trying to not make any noise of pleasure apart from the occasional sharp gasps. You put one hand on his balls, fondling them while your tongue gives a little more attention to his tip, popping the length outside your mouth in a lewd noise to lick around his tip, harvesting more and more hardearned delicious and intoxicating pre cum.

The taste goes to your head and makes your center quiver and your guts stir in bliss. Your underwear starts to clam to your folds as it is being soaked to the point where your slimy juices pierce the fabric to form long strings linking you to the concrete ground underneath you. You do your job with such passion and drive and that you bring both of you to the brink of insanity. Both filled with compelling desire.

You stand back up. With one swift movement you slip out of your burgundy red slitted dress. Your breasts standing proud on your chest, nipple hardened by a desire that possesses you. As you stand before him, Baekhyun drinks in your form, eyes darting between your soaked lace underwear, your beautiful breasts and your shiny and silky thighs glazed in your love juices. 

Baekhyun doesn’t budge an inch when you approche to straddle him. You take his wrist in your fist and place his hand on your lower back before leaning on his chest to whisper in his ear.

“Hold that to the side for me” you murmur, hot breath hitting the tip of his ear and making the hairs his nape stand up. 

There is a motionless and silent moment. For a second Baekhyun doesn't move. He thinks about what this decision will cost him… he thinks about her. But he knows he doesn't have a choice but to do what you tell him to. Because if he doesn’t… you could hurt him right ? Yes! He has to do it. 

That is exactly what he tells himself when his large palm caresses your rear to hold on to the string and push your panty line to the side, making way for his large cock to penetrate you. 

With that you grab his length into your hand and guide it to your entrance, circling your clit with the tip, gathering wetness and slowly, you lower your hips. 

You bite your lip as you moan all the way down, feeling the scolding hot length deliciously parting you. Boldly making its way inside you, taking your body over as its righteous place. And fuck yes you are convinced of it. It is its righteous place. He feels so good inside you, you find yourself wishing he would never slip out again. 

Baekhyun on the other hand still holds on. He manages not to let another noise slip his lips as your tight cunt welcomes him back in its warm embrace. Sure he can control his voice but he cannot be so proud of his abilities to control his expressions. His furrowed eyebrows marking a deep crease on his forehead and his agape mouth give in on the unbearable pleasure he has to endure.

You, in contrast, make no effort to restrain yourself. Why would you ? You have been dreaming of the day he was going to be inside you again for so long. And it was finally happening. It was like coming at last after a long day. That's how comfortable you felt with him.

Once you link both of your hips together and his tip gently kisses the bottom of you, you can’t help leaning your head back and moan loudly as you focus only on the pleasure he makes you feel with just one simple stroke. And you smirk while you feel Baekhyun’s fist tighten on your lower back, holding on for his dear life onto your thong. 

“Yes that’s it. Hold it like this so I can…” You say as you firmly plant your heels on the ground making sure you have good balance and support. And very slowly, almost painfully so, you pull your hips up, carefully gliding along his shaft until only the very tip is still nested inside you. Only to smash yourself back down. This time the brutal penetration has you squealing in blissful pleasure. And the pleasurable sensation only makes you hungry for more. 

You set an unforgiving pace as you bounce yourself up and down, filling the large warehouse. Each of your moans and each of Baekhyun’s shameful sharp breaths bounce off the high ceiling. 

“Fuck” you cry as you feel the familiar tigling building up in your core, knot growing tighter by the second, your pussy squeezing him as you near your high.

But then Baekhyun’s hand which was until then staying put at his side, flew to your waist maintaining you immobile his bulging cock deep inside you, unable to raise your hips once more for the final blow, in just one single and strong grip, finally putting a stop to this hellish carousel. 

You exert a disappointed sigh as your cunt twitches in frustration arounds Baekhyun’s big hard cock. 

“Why did you stop?” you ask pouting slightly.

“I don’t want to… do this” Baekhyun struggles to reply through gritted teeth. Every word intersected with painful groans that testify of his state of frustration. He’s been flirting with the edge for a while now. First the way you sucked him off with drive and passion and now your tight cunt violently smashing on his length, crushing his dick with incredible tightness. There’s no way Baekhyun can hold on and he knows it but he refuses to give up.

You see this determination in his eyes. The will to fight the primitive urges of his flesh, the will to fight you. You chuckle slightly as you delicately wrap your hand around his nape and lean in to sensually kiss his neck making your way up to his ear.

“Baekhyunie…” you coo “don’t you get it by now ?” you place your other hand on his which is maintaining your waist down on his cock and one by one you peel each one of his fingers off, he doesn't oppose much resistance.

“You cannot fight this.” You raise your hips up again but this time much slower. “You cannot go back to your previous life. You kissed that goodbye the day you fucked my mouth in the café” you arch your back and sink back in on his hard cock, twitching and throbbing inside you. 

“But…” He struggles under you. But you kiss him to shut him up, slipping your tongue inside his mouth, and playfully swirling your tongue on his, his heavy and hot breath fanning your cheeks and even slipping the tiniest of moans. You take a step back to look at his face. He’s flushed out, eyes drooping in pleasurable frustration but also mixed with incomprehension and confusion. He doesn’t know where he stands anymore. He’s starting to forget what he’s fighting for.

“Shhh” you shush him, laying one delicate index finger on his plump and swollen wet lips. “You cannot go back to her… Ever”. Your hips keep on going up and down very slowly, the proposed pace is not meant to give pleasure but pain, frustration. It’s meant to finally chop off that last strand of sanity that ties him up to her, to his past. You’re is present and you’re is future.

“Please…” he breathes in your ear. You can’t help but to smirk knowing how close you are to winning him for good.

“Don’t you remember that night ? I came back smelling like fire… I remember how your eyes filled with a cold anger and desire how that smell triggered you. To this day you still don't know what that smell was, right?”

Baekhyun would look confused if he could wipe off that pained look off his face because he has now idea why your train of thought brought back this memory but his cock and himself are submitted to so much unbearable pleasure that he can only manage to shake his head as a response.

“It was gunpowder and blood… That was the smell that made you this horny.” Baekhyun was confused…

Was it really ?

“Do you remember how you played me like a game just to get what you wanted… Abusing the trust and love of a naive virgin girl just to have a laugh?” You wrap your hand around his cheeks to make him look at you.

“Face it. You are a monster. You are not different from me. A perfect fit for this family. I know it.” This time you smash back violently earning a low pained groan from Baekhyun. 

“Fuck… you…” he growls, eyes half closed, trying his best not to burst.

“Come on Baekhyunie… I know you have it in you. Don’t you want to make me pay ?” you lick the shell of his ear metal taste of his earring spreads in your mouth. You lift your hips up again even slower now. “Don’t you want to make me feel how much you fucking hate me right now ?”

His eyes are filled with such contempt. Such hatred that it makes your heart flutter you can’t shake the feeling that right now if he had the occasion he would just end you. And that makes you so happy. Slowly but surely he’s becoming you.

“Sir…” The word makes him shiver. “take revenge on this cunt. Fuck me hard for ruining yor life and for being the worst misake you ever made”

Suddenly you feel Baekhyun’s grip on your underwear tighten to the point where you feel his balled fist tremble on your lower back and all of a sudden with extreme force he rips the thin piece of fabric off of you. Symbolically ripping from the chains of guilt he still felt somehow, ripping away from yesterday and embracing tomorrow. 

In one rotation he managed to flip you over and slammed your body on the white cloth table, sending his almost full plate of spaghetti to the ground along with his glass of red wine, spilling the red liquid on the ground like blood. One strong palm on your nape keeps your cheek nice and pressed against the white linen of the table.

“Yes that’s it baby” you smirk, lifting your squeezed cheek.

“Shut the fuck up you fucking whore” Baekhyun spits at you firmyly pressing on your nape.  Even if you’re unable to see his face you know exactly what type of furisome state he is in. “And it is Sir for you” He says in this familiar authoritarian tone that makes your soaked pussy quiver in anticipation.

You can’t help your heart to flutter when you hear the fateful word. Finally he’s back, he's back to you but this time it’s forever. You’ll never let him go again.

“Yes Sir” you promptly reply, desiring nothing more but to be a good girl.

“Why did you have to anger me like that, whore ?” he growls as his hot and wet tip smoothly glides against your folds. You let a moan slip out of your lips when he hits your swollen clit.

“I’m sorry Sir.” you mechanically reply. Baekhyun scoffs.

“I don’t think you really are though. I think you're just saying that.” He gathers your wetness alongside your thighs and then aligns himself with your center.

“All of that for my cock” he starts to push in very slowly, you’re already stretched out and cock-straved little pussy has no trouble welcoming him back inside you. You exert a sigh of relief and you feel the delicious pull on your walls. But he only pushes in the first couple of inches before he stops. You start to struggle in protest, only wanting to be filled to the brink by him.

“Please” you whine.

“To what a extend a bicth like you can go just to have a taste of my fat cock?”

“Please Sir i’ll do anything” you beg, wiggling your ass up in the air like a bitch in heat.

“Yeah I figured” Baekhyun tightens his grip on your nape, pushing your face further on the table, shutting you up on the spot. “Lying to me about this fake ass pregnancy, abducting me and taking me hostage here…” without a heads up his other hand slaps your ass with all his might, the sound of the powerful impact bouncing off the high ceiling and resonating in the grand space. You can’t help but to scream at the unexpected pain. 

You bite your lower lip and the pain gradually lessens but then another strike comes in. Even sharper this time. You whine again, your eyes filling up with tears as his dick is still barely hanging of your pussy. The anticipation of more pain from his unforgiving hand on your raw ass and the frustration of the long awaited pleasure from his divine girth inside as you completely soaked, large droplets of juices crashing on the concrete ground below you and running down the table cloth. 

“Please Sir, I did that so you would love me again…”

“Don't talk about love, slut” he slaps your ass again, one tear spilling out your eye, burning your squelched cheek. “You don’t know what it is. And it just so happens I can't remember either.”

With that he finally thrusts inside you, you are totally caught off guard as his massive length rails you, ripping your tiny cunt apart. You moan aloud, already feeling drunk on the mixed up and indistinguishable pain and pleasure. 

Baekhyun sets a haineous pace, completely ravaging your pussy along the way. You can’t help but to moan in bliss as you finally hear him enjoying himself, plying growls and groans. 

He lets go of your nape as your body is shaken by each violent thrusts to opt for a tight grip on your hair. He firmly maintains you in place and he smashes his hips inside you. Gradually you feel yourself  coming closer and closer to the edge for the second time of the evening. 

But then again Baekhyuns slows down to come to a complete stop. This time there’s no disappointed sigh but an irritated growl of frustration erupts from your lips. If you weren’t fearing his reponds so much you could have cussed him out.

“What’s that, baby? Were you going to cum?” You only whine in response. “Aww. I wanna see that.”

With that he flips you over with impressive force, managing to flip your body over on the table, knocking off the rest of the silverware and plates that clatter on the concrete floor.

“I wanna see your disappointed cute little face.” He huffs as his avid eyes finally land on you.

He smirks at the sight. You are a complete mess. Hair tangled up in knots, face flushed beetroot red, wet eyes on the verge of tears and pussy shapeless and swollen, twitching from so much pant up frustration.

“Would you look at that ? What a beauty you are” Baekhyun murmurs as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I want to see you more in pain like this” He says, not caring anymore if his sadistic tendencies show through. He doesn't want to hide this part of himself anymore. Maybe you were right, maybe he was hiding a monster all along… Maybe it was time to let it out.

“Please Sir… Fuck me again” you beg squirming on your back your four limbs in the air and legs widely spread like an animal, feeling no shame in exposing your tits and cunt to him. Baekhyun chuckles, he likes to see you struggle. He starts to draw small but rapid circles in your clit with his hot tip. You arch your back at the delicious sensation on your heat that has become overly sensitive from all this teasing. 

“You want this cock, right?”

You moan in response trying to make it go inside you by moving your hips around. But Baekhyun doesn’t like it when you don’t use your words.

He slaps you across the face, leaving the burning red imprint of his large palm on your rosy cheeks. You look back at him with round eyes in total surprise. Not expecting such a powerful strike on your face… Even when he fucked you relentlessly he was always somewhat gentle with your face…

“I asked you a fucking question, whore!” His eyes are cold but his little satisfied smile gives in on how much fun he has while torturing you. 

“Yes I really want your cock Sir”

“You would do anything for it right ?”  he asks as he presses a little harder on your aching bundle of nerves.

“Yesss!!! I would die for it!” you affirm.

“Then… fucking…” he aligns himself with your dripping heat “TAKE IT” he growls as he thrusts inside you with such power that it jerks your whole body upwards almost knocking the whole table over. 

Immediately he goes back to this destructive pace, making his earring frantically shake and pulling your already worn out cunt inside out as you scream in pleasure, not having a care in the world for the indiscreet ears of your henchmen guarding the doors just outside the warehouse. 

“Look at your fucking lewds tits bounce everywhere. Such slutty tits you have” With that he slaps your breast repeatedly until your skin is marked and burning. Making your eyes just spill out tears of confused pain and pleasure. You are so hungry for this treatment. You want him to abuse you even more. You want him to destroy you.

“Thank you Sir” you moan and scream.

“You want to cum, whore ?” he huffs in betweens short breaths, your clenching pussy making it difficult for him to keep up with words. 

“Yes please sir !” you reply barely able to keep your thoughts together.

“Then cry and beg more” 

With that he violently slaps your clit, the sting is so sharp that your body is shook with sobs, big tears soaking your cheeks and running your makeup, making you look even more miserable than before.

Baekhyun loves every second of it, he loves to see your eyes lose consciousness of your surroundings, being only obnubilited by his hard cock rocking your body back and forth. He loves to see your face contort in pain while your pussy uncontrollably throbs for his huge massive cock, making your mind slowly sink in insanity.

He continuously slaps your pussy. It’s made so sensitive and it’s slowly turning blue from the bruising hits.

“PLEASE SIR PLEASE STOPPPP” you beg as the pain becomes so unbearable that your pussy is about to crush his meat rod, having it its way with you. Without even realizing you start squirting all over him and yourself, completely soaking the both of you with your juices, such powerful streams that some even hit him in the face.

His punishing hand stops the damage to your pussy to grab your neck once more as Baekhyun licks his lips hungrily tasting your wetness in his mouth not stopping once seconds his incessant back and forth inside your cunt.

“Such a good little whore for me” He says as his grip becomes tighter. “Stick your tongue out. and beg me to spit in your mouth”

You feel your face becoming more and more red as oxygen is restrained to your head but you execute yourself anyway. You stick your tongue out and without putting back your attempt to start talking despite the choking.

“Pleashh Shir spit in my mouth” you struggle to say.

“Good girl” he says before aiming right at your tongue, his precision is surgical. You feel the hot slimy liquid glide on your tongue as you roll your eyes in pure bliss, becoming light headed from the lack of oxygen.

Baekhyun spits again but this time on your cheek just to slap you again right after, finally letting go of your narrow neck to mix together spit tears and sweat on your face. He chuckles again, he relishes to see you like this. Right now you’re not the heiress of a powerful mafia empire. You’re just a simple cock hungry whore who'll do anything for him. You’re his toy. You’ve always been and you always will be and you desire nothing more than that.

“I’m going to cum inside you now fucking slut”

“Yes please” you beg in sobs, knowing your release is near.

“We’re going to make this baby you want so bad” he says as he voice is interspersed by each deadly thrusts.

“Please Sir get me pregnant with your child.” you cry out. “Please use my pussy to make yourself feel good. I wanna be your good for nothing cumdump. Please get this bitch pregnant” You ramble as you feel your center quiver deliciously, thoroughly milking Baekhyun’s cock as he finally sprays out his seeds grunting and swearing under his breath. So much cum is poured into your pussy that it starts to spill and runs down your ass and the tablecloth.

At last… you felt him again. At last you won him over. You both know that. You trapped him forever caught in the mafia way of life. There’s no escape for him. So why not have fun along the way? Maybe he can become that mafia boss you see in him… 

Only time will tell…

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A/N: So that concludes this story!! What do you think don't hesitate to tell me in comments or drop an ask (i love those). I really wanted to to say thank you one more time to everyone that read and made themselved known. You guys made this story! I wante to give up sometimes but your support kept me going! I really wanted to say i appreciate all of you. Thank you thank you thank you

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Saw a post about the "lack” of trauma in Wayward Son, especially in comparison to the representations of trauma in Carry On. Which seemed like a gross oversimplification of the many ways trauma can manifest and therefore came across to me as dismissive and gate-keeping, whether or not that was the intent.

There is no one correct way of experiencing, exhibiting, or depicting mental health/trauma. And these things shift within everyone all the time. The way a person’s trauma manifests at one point will not be how it always manifests. That’s part of the problem.

So, I thought I would offer some of my own thoughts about the ways we see Simon and Baz’s mental health issues and trauma played out in WS, especially in comparison to how we see it in CO.

This is NOT exhaustive. I am likely going to forget many things. But it’s something.

Simon:

Simon shows signs of PTSD, depression, anxiety, and rejection sensitivity dysphoria

These were all things he had in CO, but they were well-hidden thanks to his compartmentalization abilities and the fact that he was held together by pure stress and adrenaline at all times

Pretty much every single thing shown to us in CO is also shown to us in WS, though sometimes in more subtle ways - name it, it’s probably there

Now that he has his own space, his own rules, and no reason to fear for his life on a constant basis (no care homes, no attacks, no Big Bad, no roommate out to get him), he actually has SAFETY and COMFORT for the first time in his life - and he has no fucking clue what to do with it!

He crumples under the complete LACK of pressure - it was the only thing holding him together

He’s developed a drinking problem, neglected his hygiene, dropped out of school, and gained weight due to lack of maintaining his usual levels of self-care - this is not someone being “listless” - this is someone with mental health concerns on a level where intervention is needed

But rather than tackle this, Simon forces his brain to continue its attempts at compartmentalization, and he stops going to therapy

Except he can’t do that anymore, because Pandora’s box has been opened - AND, again, he has no external pressures keeping him going

He feels hopeless about his future and views himself as completely useless

His self-esteem is awful to the point where he is sabotaging his own health and relationship

He thinks he’s showing Baz “who is really is”, but he’s actually just discrediting himself entirely, showing us his self-destructive hero complex in a different way than in CO

He’s still reactive and loses control - he screams at Penny when she uses her magic on him, he’s itching for a fight, and he’s also channelled a lot of this into possessiveness

He still shows his black-and-white morality continuously throughout the book - not trusting the vampires, throwing his life on the line to save Agatha even though he knows it’s a trap, still quoting the Mage, etc

He only comes to life when he finally has a reason to be useful again

He kills vampires and possibly kills Terry - this is not surprising - he spent his entire childhood as a soldier, slashing things, blowing things up, etc - WS is showing us this side to him explicitly, whereas it was more glossed over in CO - but it was always there (he killed an excitable dog in CO, remember?)

He is disfigured - he cannot go out in public without depending on someone’s magic (which we already know from CO that he hates!) or covering up oddly in a trenchcoat

Even with those things, he can’t go confined places - like the Tube - or a public toilet!!!

Prior to Penny’s new spell, he had not been able to sit up straight properly for over a year - OVER A YEAR - he probably has chronic pain on top of the trauma of this

Baz:

Simon tells us he’s “blossoming” - that does not mean it’s necessarily true

Baz has thrown himself completely into his studies, and whenever he is not on campus, he is babysitting Simon

He is still coping with self-destructive martyrdom - he devotes all his time to Simon and does whatever he can to make Simon comfortable

One remnant of their history as enemies manifests in how Baz is terrified to set his boundaries in the relationship - he’s always on eggshells, he’s always counting himself lucky to be in Simon’s good graces at all, after everything

He watches everything he says around Simon - he’s terrified of giving Simon a reason to officially end things - the teaching-Simon-to-drive scene is a perfect example - it’s sweet and flirty and sexy, but also, Baz is SO careful about making sure Simon doesn’t get frustrated with him or the process

He still sees himself as unworthy of love - which is why he would rather have what little shreds of a relationship they still have left, than nothing at all

He is MISERABLE in America - he is starving and being burned alive and gets shot multiple times!! And he never once complains - that’s not admirable - that’s sad - that’s really fucking sad

He continues to put all of his dignity and pride into his external self, both visually and through his academic achievements, rather than into his mental and emotional well-being - perhaps even MORE than ever before, given how much he’s “blossomed” despite not going to therapy

These are high-functioning mental health issues - not a lack of them

He still hides his vulnerability and affections - he still never feels safe being himself - both as a vampire and as Simon’s boyfriend - coincidence? I think the fuck not

He likens Simon kissing him after the Ren Faire fight to when they shared magic, taking down the dragon - he thinks about how this time, he doesn’t need to pretend he’s not soaring inside - and then a few hours pass, and Simon pulls away from his kiss, and Baz has to go right back to hiding

He spent his entire childhood playing the villain, and now that he doesn’t have to anymore, we get to see that this is not who he was in the slightest

He’s the one appalled when Penny is doing illegal things - he’s the one always trying to talk them out of an altercation - he WANTS to be good but wasn’t allowed to before

He IS loyal - very loyal - and Simon uses this against him in subtle ways

He has no idea who he is - but we do get to see him try to find out, thankfully - it’s a matter of how much of this he is willing to accept and use as a catalyst for his own self-actualization - this is a journey he has only just begun - which should be celebrated, not seen as a dismissal of his struggles which came before

“You live in fear! In denial!” - pretty sure that says it all

There is so much more than this, but I am just so fucking tired.

Feel free to reblog, add your own thoughts, counter-points, etc. I love a good discussion. Just be respectful, ok? It’s not hard.

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Howling Commandos 

Barbershop Quartet 

Avengers 

Team Cap

All Caps 

Brooklyn 

Russia 

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Steve specific 

Steve Rogers 

pre-serum Steve 

Captain America 

Nomad Steve 

bearded Steve 

artist Steve 

badass Steve 

Hydra Cap / WS Steve 

old man Steve 

dog Cap  

Steve’s birthday 

Chris Evans 

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Bucky specific 

Bucky Barnes 

Sergeant Barnes 

Winter Soldier 

Cap Bucky

Bucky’s hair 

metal arm 

one arm 

BAMF Bucky 

grumpy Bucky 

grumpy soft 

Buckitty

plums 

White Wolf 

Bucky’s birthday 

Sebastian Stan 

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🐱 Companions 🐻

Bucky Bear 

Cap Bear 

Alpine 

cats 

dogs 

horses 

creatures 

Devil Dino 

coffee 

Dodger 

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I’m gradually working on linking the remaining ones...  📝 in progress !

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⚔️ 🏈 🧚🏼‍♂️  AUs  🎸🐺🦇 

AVAC : Avengers Academy

Planet Hulk

ShrunkyClunks 

Sports 

Musicians 

Medieval 

Cowboys 

Fantasy 

Supernatural beings

Vampires 

Merfolk 

Angels 

Demons 

Werewolves 

Transformed into Animals

Fairytales 

Winged beings  

Crossovers  

Gender swap 

Multiverse

post-apocalyptic 

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🎄💞🎉 Holidays and Seasonal ❄️ 🍂 🌸

New Year 

Valentines 

spring 

Easter bunnies 

Pride 

summer 

autumn 

Halloween 

Hanukkah 

Christmas 

holiday sweaters 

winter 

snow 

raining 

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✏️ Artist Things 🎨

art process 

animated 

mood lighting 

painterly 

illustration  

drawing 

sketches 

cartoon 

story panels 

chibi 

tsum tsum 

pinups 

posters 

calendar pages 

coloring pages 

watercolour 

pastel drawings / pastel paintings 

manip edits 

manip paintings 

moodboards 

physical crafts  

toy photography  

art roundups 

artist games 

art memes 

artist struggles  

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[chocolatetakoyakis]

⚫️ BAKI THE GRAPPLER HEADCANON : HOW THEY FIRST ACTED AROUND YOU AND THEIRS FIRST THOUGHTS ⚫️

( Basically how you met aha )

BAKI HANMA :

You were a new student in his class, a foreigner, you’re here because of your father’s work

The teacher decided to place you next to Baki

This dork was sleeping when you entered the classroom and presented yourself so he didn’t even noticed you until the teacher yelled at him

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was your beautiful smile next to him

He apologized with a small brush in his face which made you laugh

Since it’s your first day, you hadn’t your books yet so he proposed to share his with you by bringing his table closer to yours.

Trust me he never followed a class like he did when you were here aha

Awkwardly ask for your name at the end of the class

Probably ask if you want to eat with him at lunch

💭 : This girl is really cute, I wonder what’s her name ? Damn it why was I sleeping !

JACK HANMA :

Ok first, sorry if you’re not but here you are very very clumsy and one day, you bumped into Jack Hammer in a tournament you were watching.

His didn’t even noticed you at first as he was very concentrated about the fight he was about to do

Everyone was so scared when he bows his head toward you

He found you so small and so cute that he didn’t even talk

You apologized to him like a normal person and you even asked him if he was ok which confused him because he was supposed to be the one asking lol

Seeing that he wasn’t answering, you decided to leave him after apologizing again and wishing him good luck for his fights

This interaction completely STRIIIIIIIIKE HIS HEART, he was blushing a little as he entered in the stadium.

After his fight ( that he won of course ) he was looking at the crowd to see you.

Maybe you’ll meet another time ;) probably in the same situation lol. He didn’t get your name but he would never forget your amazing F/c eyes full of kindness

💭 : This girl is so cute but why the hell is she asking me if I’m ok ? I don’t know why but I feels nice...

YUJIRO HANMA :

You two surely met at the bar you were working for months

All employees were scared about meeting him and asking his order, so you had to do it because you could see he was feeling impatient

You tried acting normal and not scared but you couldn’t help but jump each time he was talking

He was supeeeeeeeeeeer flirty “ Sir have you decided ?” “ Yes I am but unfortunately you’re not on the menu” wink wink

You’re his favorite bar maid and apparently your cocktails are the best he ever drunk

Will touch your ass each time you walk next to him and cause you a HUUUGE BLUSH

He is scary but attractive at the same time

Him trying to have everything free by seducing you “ Hey doll, If you give me 5 bottles of Rhum, I engage myself to make you scream of pleasure for the rest of the week”

💭 : Ow..The barista looks hot tonight, let’s see if I can get some

RETSU :

You two met at the mall in very a weird situation because you got stuck in an elevator

You were not alone but you were a little scared of his heigh and his rude gaze

Your thougt completely changed when he started helping a poor old lady who was panicking ans surely clostrophobic

You helped him since you’re not bad at calming people ans you two started to simpatize

You fonded him very nice ans caring behing his scary look

After the elevator probelm solved, you two talked for a while outside the mall

Since it was late, he escorted you to your appartment 

You finally got his number and a date. you were super happy about it 

He found it so cute ans wished you a good night 

💭 :  I never thought, i would met a girl like her today 

SIKORSKY:

During his adventure in Tokyo, Sikorsky went to the store where you were working to buy foods

You didn’t noticed him until he came to you for paying his things

You almost lost yourself in his beautiful blue eyes, which were pretty rare in Japan and he smirked 

As you were scanning his ramens, you two started to talk, i mean, he strated flirting with you hehe

ask for your name and even try to make you laugh which he did because of hs charming attitude

inside of him, he is glad that you didn’t understand he was a criminal, so you’re not really afraid expect about his heigh maybe

The guy behing him started to get angry because he was slowing you down and he was busy

The angry customer got a huuuuuuuge kick in the stomach which made him fly at the other side of the store, you were shocked as Sikorsky finished giving money to you

He leaved peacefully after giving you his name and a wink. 

💭 :  I’ll come back at the send of the week pretty lady ! I hope you’ll be here again !

KATOU :

This thug probably saw you in a famous nightclub in Tokyo

Was drunk for suuuuuuure

Hit on you the second your eyes met ans stay the whole night with you

Wanted you to finish in his bed but even if his compagny ws great, you didn’t

Is supeeeeer disapointed but don’t argue with you since he thinks he got feelings for you and not only lust

Using nicknames all the night because didn’t get your name ( you’re playing the mysterious young lady of the club aha ) like : Sexy, Doll, Hottie 

Glare at everyone who look at you two when you’re dancing together 

Is very proud because thanks to you he can make all the man of the club jealouuuuuuuuuuuus

Buy you the Taxi when you went home, he felt really sad because you didn’t tell him your name. The next morning, he noticed that during the party you took his phone and add your number in it :) He yelled in joy.

💭 :  Wow ! Looks like going to the club with the guys was a super idea..Hi cutie !

HANAYAMA :

Our favorite Yakuza was smoking outside of his building when he saw you on the other side of the street

As he was watching you, he noticed your amazing presence and beauty

You’re a foreigner for suuuuuuure

As you walked peacefully with an ice cream in your hand, two thugs accidentally bumped into you and you dropped your ice cream on their outfits

They started to threaten you in front of everyone and nobody was moving to help you

Well expect Hanayama who saw the whole scene and apppeared right behind them as they were about to slap you in the face

He broke their hands before giving them a warning and let them go

He asked you if you were ok and proposed to buy you another ice cream and ask for your name

You finally spent an hour with him before he had to go for “ business” lol he got your number and never told you he was the most dangerous yakuza of Tokyo.

💭 : That woman surely needs help, how these fuckers dare threaten a lovely woman on my territory.

Guuuuuuuys I’m so sorry 😭 Doyle ans Katsumi were supposed to be there but I had no idea for them