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potatoqueensays · 2 months ago

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Heyoo 👀 So you said you could/Should make a post just for Bill and I am interested in his role considering the horrors you'll put him through (no pressure tho)

YEAH OF COURSE!!!!

(ignoring the fact I posted this early oughhhhh I hate you Tumblr 💥💥💥)

Unfortunately I do not have my collab partner on this one cause he's busy so you get my unfiltered thoughts 💪

I'll go up until weirdmageddon (calling it normageddon for now) cause that should be it's whole entire post, and also some more details will be with the mystery twins, not too much to miss ofc!!

Warning for torture and stuff, proooobably should've done that with the other post and stuff but I was tired 🤷‍♀️

Also Bill will be addressed as Will Cypher only right before he meets the mystery twins. Keeping some stuff from the original au but still with my spin, ya feel?

LETS GO!!!

So Billy! Little guy. Totally not an interdimensional freak yuh huh. Born with his defect (I hc it to be his eye being in the middle) that ostracized him from society. Parents tried to give him help and restrict his vision of beyond the 2D world, but he wanted more. In an attempt of freeing his world from their limited vision, he ended up destroying Euclydia in a massacre. Only thing left was a single speck that he keeps under his hat wink wink

Now when meeting the henchmaniacs, they don't go the full mile and instead do petty theft and trickster stuff. Bill isn't as much of a crazed lunatic like in canon so his actions are more subdued.

My drawing for timeline reference :)

Parties are still a big interest for him ofc, just....a little less arson. Now the nightmare realm is still receding in itself, so Bill still has the motive to make the portal cause he hears the prophecy of merging the realms.

He still goes to Earth and Gravity Falls. Prophecy is still considered deadly as yes, merging the realms is still very very deadly. Bill doesn't know this yet (tho even if he did he probably wouldn't care)

The Silas Birchtree stuff still happens, but the cult stuff kinda happens on its own without Bill forcing a cult to be made. It kinda just happens and he's like "aight"

Now this goes up until he's summoned to Gravity Falls by Ford. He can tell the scientist has potential and could make the portal for him, so they make their deal. Bill asking for the portal while Ford asks for power and knowledge in return.

Bill stands by, giving direct orders of what's needed for the portal yadda yadda. But it gets interesting once he notes that McGucket is having second thoughts (Fidds will also have a post cause he's very important in normageddon)

Bill constantly nags Ford, giving (mostly) empty threats to harm him. He gives him dreams of power when the man does manage to get sleep. Bill has a very distant understanding of how humans work here, due to possessing a corpse from his previous work and he himself doesn't really need to fill needs like humans.

Once McGucket is thrown into the portal all bets are off with Ford. Initially Bill appreciates the quick disposal of an interruption, but he reminds Ford the portal needs to be built. Constantly.

Ford is fed up with the nagging, he takes to letting his frustrations out on Bill. Bill doesn't bother giving the dreams anymore to Ford, just bugging the man whenever he's awake. Ford doesn't have a stable sleep schedule anyway after McGucket.

Eventually, Ford asks about possession due to him being a demon. Bill takes him up on the offer, but quickly regrets it as Ford is extremely hungry and sleep deprived. The hell is dizziness to him? Why does it suck so much?

Ford tells him he'd like to research him for the journal. Since Bill doesn't have a physical form, Ford takes to studying him while he's asleep or in the mind scape with Bill in his body.

He tests the limits of Bill with electro shocks, acid, nuclear waste. He blasts loud synthesized music while Bill is in his body and gaslights him for research.

They don't go out partying or for karaoke like the journal states. In this I imagine the journal is filled with scientific jargon on Bill and his limits. Ford is testing what limits a demon has since he isn't human.

Bill can't do anything about it, because Ford asked for knowledge in the deal. Unlike canon, Bill has to stick to deals and unless the deal breaks or Ford dies, he's stuck.

And he really wants this portal to work.

Soon Stan is brought in as the next assistant, and Bill gets a break from all the torture. He retreats to the mindscape to watch from a distance, hoping Ford doesn't get interrupted from work.

Unfortunately, Stanley leaves the project and Ford tries to go solo. When Bill tells him one more time with the threat of taking his eyes, Ford focuses more on torturing him. In the mindscape an altercation came up that ended with Bill's hat crushed, and the speck of his dimension used as leverage.

Needless to say he goes silent.

Drawing ref I did of Bill for this part 🎉

His color becomes more desaturated the more time goes on, less articulate and chatty. Ford is still working on the portal from the side, so he can't call off the deal. Ford falls in and out of sleep in free time, with Bill trying to possess him and actually get Ford to call off the deal. Even if it'll stall the merge, he could always try far far in the future, when Ford is dead.

Unfortunately it doesn't work, nightmares don't work either, as Ford just pushes back harder and digs up trauma of Euclydia.

Bill can try to get Ford to fall off the water tower all he wants, but when the body he's piloting is operating off of gallons off coffee and loud music it's hard to get a grip on reality.

Soon enough Mrs. Gleeful comes into the picture, and another break is given to Bill. As much as the years that pass by should seem like seconds to him, every second with Ford feels like years.

Bill can only watch from the mindscape as Ford uses the memory gun on Mrs. Gleeful, treating her like some machine that just needs a good reboot.

When Stanley finally confronts Ford, Bill thought he'd finally get a reprieve. Ford would call off the project since he has no materials, and he'd grow bored.

Unfortunately that's very much the opposite. Ford is locked in the bunker and tied to Bill, since he has to fill his end of the deal still. The shapeshifter talks circles around Ford, filling his head with ideas. Ford tortures Bill in his body, sometimes even forgoing pain meds for his eye so Bill can feel the pain.

Bill is forced to still give visions when Ford sleeps, and it only makes him more insane. His ego already growing to new heights as Bill can only watch.

Sometimes he tries to talk to the shapeshifter in the mindscape to get him to kill Ford, but they both know Ford could deal with them in a heartbeat.

When Bill is alone with himself, he thinks of forgoing his identity, changing his name and packing his bags to run off to some far away dimension.

Eventually some kids summon him in 2012. The pines twins.

Art I did of Will. His bowtie is skewed and his hat is still crushed. His cane is more than a prop sometimes. He's also fully blue now. Depressed and irritated with everything.

In the heat of the moment he tells the Mason kid he'll call him Dipper if they call him Will.

The new deal is to get inside of the head of a one Bud Gleeful for the deed to a shack. The same shack Ford had. He knows the twins are probably gonna just take back the shack anyway, but as long as it's not Ford's he doesn't care.

He takes the deal, going through memories and occasionally seeing Mrs. Gleeful. He feels a little bad for the guy, thinking his wife went missing when she's actually in the same town but practically lobotomized.

He almost succeeds, when Gideon and Pacifica steal back the code. The twins call the deal off, and he lets the anger get to him. Years of repressed anger at Ford will do that to ya.

Eventually when it's all over, the twins offer him to make it up to them with a deal. Accompany them to steal back a journal. Hey, if he's away from Ford, he'll take it. Plus they're kids, they probably just need a bodyguard.

They do not need a bodyguard.

I am telling you now, he is NOT a slave like in the original au. That kinda irks me a little, plus the twins are kids so why would they need a slave?

So Will is glorified butler right now. Used as a footrest or something to get drinks. They don't even bother to talk to him like a person.

He had hope in shooting star, seeing as she had a bit more empathy than her brother. But she uses him as a table for arts and crafts or a mannequin for sweaters.

So he's fed up with the pines family. Hell they didn't even tell Stanley! Will has half a mind to torment the guy to free him. He's the one that locked sixer away!

When the events of sock opera arrive, the twins ask him to retrieve the journal from Gideon. In an attempt to get it, he makes a hurried deal for a vessel to let Gideon get the code to a laptop. Seems to be McGucket's by the make of it.

He throws the laptop out of the window, being reminded of Ford after a comment from Gideon about the pines twins.

Luckily Gideon's body is more maintained than Ford, and Will can almost walk down the stairs without tripping!

Gideon pleads with him from the mindscape, saying how much the pines have been a nuisance. They have a talk before going to Pacifica's pageant (I should make a post more in depth about the kids on their own huh 🤷‍♀️)

They come to an agreement about the pines, and he makes a deal with Gideon to help him against them for the future.

He doesn't give the journal to the twins, Mabel and Pacifica fight on stage, Dipper does some backstage tricks. But they make it out okay. Oh also instead of "Bipper" it's Wideon. Widdle Wideon!!! (Very proud of that)

He joins the Gleeful's side after the events of it, sometimes asking Gideon to burn that journal of his.

Anyway!! That's where I'll leave it until the normageddon post. Still gotta get all my refs made and stuff before I can do that. I'm pretty happy with where I have it rn. Leaving Bill a little more in character than just a sad boy who's enslaved.

Thank you so much for your ask!! This was a lot of fun to lay out again!!! 🫶

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #reverse falls #rehash reverse falls au #bill cipher #bill cipher fanart #im blue dabodeedabodai 🎶#man as i was making this i was imagining making a Spotify playlist for this and what I'd put on it #hey if anyone likes that idea ill probably do it #oh yeah dont tag as ship ford is mega evil in this

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trifling-victories · 2 months ago

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DDMonth Day 7 - Joke

Summary: Sarmenti finally cracks Paracelsus's sense of humor.

“What do you get when you cross a crusader with his loyal steed? A knightmare.”

Under his mask, Sarmenti grinned at the duet of groans his poor humor elicited from Dismas and Audrey. Absolutely music to his ears, made better by the surprisingly decent acoustics in the halls of the ruins. Paracelsus, who was trailing behind him, was quiet, off in her own world.

“You know, before the whole jester thing, I briefly considered a career in execution. Unfortunately, at tryouts, I just couldn’t cut it.”

“Boo,” Dismas called back in exasperation.

“Is it too late to amend my contract? I’d like to add a clause so I never get stuck with him again,” Audrey snapped with a sharp, quick glare to the jester behind her. He responded by dramatically clasping his hands to his heart.

“Oh, you wound me! Is it my fault if my audience has such poor taste?” Sarmenti barely kept from giggling. Maybe his companions weren’t having fun, but he certainly was enjoying being a pest. It wasn’t as if his terrible wordplay had no purpose, though. Whether his companions were laughing or jeering at him, an involved reaction meant their focus was taken away from their dire surroundings. It was his way of helping keep stress at bay.

“I got another.” His intention was met with protests he ignored. “A fella finishes up a doctor’s visit, to which the doctor informs him that he’s got the plague and a case of amnesia. He replies, ‘well, at least I haven’t got the plague!’”

Another round of annoyed whining sounded off in front of the jester, along with something else that made him stop dead in his tracks. Following the joke, there was this strange, little *snrk* that came from behind him. The doc wound up stumbling right into his back.

“Oh, pardon, you stopped and—”

“What was that?” He questioned.

“What was what?”

“That sound! That, you know…” Sarmenti did a poor imitation of the noise. That only seemed to confuse her further. Even with her mask hiding her face, he could see the gears turning in her head. “Alright, I think that was a giggle, doc.”

She was silent, clearly stunned at such an accusation! Or maybe she just couldn’t believe that he stalled the group’s progress over something so mundane. “...Okay,” Para replied, nudging past him to catch up with the others. Unfortunately, Sarmenti wasn’t one to let this go so easily.

“Did you hear about the gentleman who had to have his infected left arm amputated? He’s all right now.” And there it was again. Though muffled by the mask, Para definitely snickered at that one. He grinned with all the enthusiasm of a madman. “That was a giggle! And another! I knew it!”

“I’m not sure what the fuss is all about,” she said.

Audrey huffed. “Darling, for the love of all that is holy, please don’t encourage him!”

“This doesn’t concern you!” Sarmenti was agog. The fuss. The fuss. Surely Paracelsus of all people should understand the importance of a new discovery! “Here’s the thing, I’ve never heard you laugh before!” Not at anything he’d done! He had cracked every one of his companions’ senses of humor. Dismas never failed to smile at some good gallows humor, for instance, while Audrey was secretly a fan of slapstick. The doc, up until now, was a total mystery.

“You’ve heard me laugh!”

“I’ve heard that cackle you do that makes you sound like a cliche villain, if that’s what you’re talking about.” “Not that I want any part of this,” Dismas chimed in, “but the way you usually laugh is fairly unnerving.”

“I—! I cannot believe what I’m hearing!” Her gloved hands curled into fists at her sides. If Sarmenti was a betting man, he’d wager she was blushing under her mask. The doctor had an embarrassing tendency to burn red at the smallest hint of upset. “Can we focus on the mission at hand? Distracting ourselves with petty topics like my laugh will surely see us wander into an ambush.”

He tapped his chin in faux thought for a moment. “I suppose you’re right. Fine, I can wait until we camp to bother you any further on the matter. Deal?” There was absolutely no hint of genuineness in his voice. The jester never dropped a subject for such a flimsy reason as ‘the group’s safety is at stake’. Still, the doctor bought it nonetheless.

Minutes of silence ticked by before he spoke again.

“How can you hear the blood in your veins?” Then he waited, trying not to crack at the near hateful looks the others all quickly fired. Timing was everything here. As soon as everyone’s guard was dropped, he made his strike. “You have to listen varicosely.”

Paracelsus outright snorted, unable to stifle it in time before it slipped out. “You…you dreadful man! I was more mature than you when I was a toddler!” On and on she went while Sarmenti laughed aloud like a hyena. Only when she finished ranting and calling him childish in every way possible did he promise, for real this time, that he’d let her be until they were back safe in town. She didn’t understand that she handed him a tool to do his job better. Medical puns, was it really that simple the whole time?

When they finally camped, he traded the comedy for his lute. At least everyone genuinely enjoyed his music.

#ddmonth #I'm participating!

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iguessitsjustme · 8 months ago

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I was tagged by @my-rose-tinted-glasses, @troubled-mind, and @littleragondin and I finally have a chance to do this (cries in introvert forced to be social)

RULES: put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people.

I listen to approximately a million songs all of the time. I always have music playing if I'm not working or watching something and I have talked nonstop about many songs already here so I tried to choose songs I haven't mentioned yet.

Laugh About It - Remember Monday

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Quite literally been obsessed with this song lately. Also this music video doesn't make me feel gay at all. Nope. Definitely not. I am looking respectfully. Completely. But also I genuinely love the song. These girls have gorgeous harmonies and the whole song is about being petty so of course I love it.

2. Sinner - Leadley

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I bet you thought I was gonna put the other Sinner here considering how often I mention it and that I made a video edit using it. But nope. This song is just...a bop. At least for me. There was a time in my life I listened to this at least once a day.

3. She - dodie

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This song was probably the catalyst for me to start...questioning things. Anyway it's gorgeous and calming. Actually dodie is one of my favorite artists and I don't mention her nearly enough. I especially like listening to her when I'm traveling because her calming voice and soft melodies help me keep my travel anxiety in check.

4. Pegadito - Tommy Torres

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This song scratches my brain perfectly. Also nothing like listening to songs in Spanish to remind me that I need to brush up on my Spanish because I now suck at it and I am very angry at myself for that. But also this song is just...I love it.

5. HAN "외계인 (Alien)

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Would I be able to leave Stray Kids off this list? Of course not. I mean, I'm mentioning songs I haven't mentioned before, not bands. Anyway believe it or not, my favorite of their albums is skz-replay and this is just the first song I saw when I was trying to choose. My favorite by Han is actually Wish You Back, but this is a very close second. It hits just right for me. Can't explain it. Also Han is just an extremely talented person and it both baffles me and impresses me. I genuinely believe he might be one of the most talented people on the planet. At least musically. And definitely works very hard for it as well. I'm getting sidetracked.

Tagging @heretherebedork because I told you I was going to and I want to see what 5 songs you end up choosing :P

I am also tagging anyone who has not done this and wants to but maybe hasn't been tagged yet. It's been a minute so I don't remember everyone who's done it and who's been tagged. But if you do this please, please, please, tag me so I can see your song recs. And also potentially scream at you about music.

#tag game #rae irl #making me choose only five is cruel and rude and mean and a very fun challenge #but give me at least fifty next time #Youtube

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solacedeer · 9 months ago

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i want to humbly request YOU SPILLING EVERYTHING YOUVE THOUGHT ABT KEITH EMMA AND LICHT AS AN OT3 DONT LEAVE ME HANGING PLS

Okay!!

Keith x Emma x Licht Head canons; (i’ve never really done this before but i’ll try.)

Fluff !

- All three of them are on the exact same wavelength so they have THE most comfortable silences together.

- That also ends up creating situations where Emma’s getting duplicates or very similar versions of the same thing. It happens so frequently that they just discuss what to get their lover together.

- When one gets sick (even with something unserious) the other two insist they let them fret. (moreso licht)

- It’s long distance sometimes because Licht has responsibilities in Rhodolite and Keith has responsibilities in Jade, Licht builds his dream house closer to the border then he would otherwise. Its near one of those big fields of flowers.

- Two people to hold Licht after his nightmares, Licht seems soothed with him around similar to how he is with Mc.

- Alter keith and Licht have a totally different dynamic. On one hand Licht has no trouble accepting him, and they do get along. But he wants to be possessive. (It results in wicked keith being super petty,)

- When Keith and Emma start talking about whatever book they’re reading they’ll excitedly relay the whole story to Licht (I bet licht predicts stuff sometimes, thats based on a gut feeling though)

- Emma has to basically spot them when they’re training because they’ll just EXHAUST each other the very second they have free time. (they get carried away and are very apologetic when it cuts into their plans)

- Keith gets in the habit of fixing both of their hair after they train

- Dill still doesn’t like licht

- also adding mimi’s (your) tags because they’re glorious, and exactly the vibe they’re just so cute 😭

#i don’t know if this is doing them justice 😭#ikepri #ikepri keith #ikepri licht #ikepri emma #im hesitant to explicitly double triangle ship because of the whole silver hair tanzanite thing but whatever #ot3

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iamlostsomewhereinthegarden · 2 years ago

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Braiding Yugioh Hair Headcannons

Me writing this came to me in my dreams actually

You’re the Kaiba’s adopted sibling that’s just a year younger than the gang!

Yugi Muto:

* The only place that you can actually braid properly is those yellow bangs and it still sticks up awkwardly

* The amount of products and hairpins you have to use to braid his hair in his head and have it stay on his head is enormous

* The only way that you didn’t go broke by buying the products and hairpins was by tricking Kaiba into wanting to see yugi with his hair braided down

* Aka telling him he would never be able to get the products to keep his hair down, it works really well

* Honestly yugi was just happy to spend so much time with you despite the hectic process

* The braiding sesh was actually fun for him and Yami was so confused and amazed when he was in control of the body

* Yugi also enjoyed the shocked looks he received when others especially the gang saw his hair completely braided down

* A lot of people thought the world was gonna end lol

* His hair was back standing after 3 weeks

* 2 weeks with products in before washing it out then another week of the hair slowly rising back up

* He enjoyed his time with braids

* You tried braiding his hair without products

* But to keep it down you had to place either a bunch of clips or hair ties and it ended up giving him a headache

* “Yeah Y/N these clips aren’t going to work, sorry!”

* It was a shame too seeing as you got him dark magician hair

* So it was flying braids or spending a lot of money to keep them braids down

* Your pick

* The only time it works without product is when his hair is soaked

* But then it’s frizzy and weird when it dries, better to not do it

* At least once every 3 months Kaiba buys the products to relax Yugi’s hair in order to braid it cause you bother him for it

Seto Kaiba:

* Don’t you dare touch my hair

* This rule applies only before work and important meetings or galas

* Ofc you can braid his hair any other time and he’ll wear it pridefully out of work

* Kaiba is weak to his younger siblings (cause they’re his only family members)

* He doesn’t wear it to work only because a whole crew of valuable people almost got fired for making fun of the braids his sibling did

* “It seems you guys don’t value your jobs huh?”

* He still comes in to work time to time with braids and clips but no one dared to j joke or laugh about it now

* Yeah he has short hair, but he grows it out just enough for you to make some braids in it

* Mokuba enjoys braiding his hair too

* You guys add a bunch of BEWD clips into his hair also so Kaiba walks around even more prideful

* He enjoys his clips

* Braiding Seto’s hair is bonding time whether it’s just the two of you or all 3 siblings

Mokuba Kaiba:

* Braiding his hair is also sibling bonding time

* He gets his hair done on the regular though and takes great pride in it

* His hair is really messy and gets tangled easily so the braid is the best thing for his hair

* You joke often and call him Rapunzel

* A bunch of Kuriboh pins are added to his hair much to Seto’s disgust but he doesn’t say anything

* Almost threw hands at school for someone making fun of it

* “My older sibling did it for me, I bet you wish you had two cool older siblings like mine huh?”

* Despite hands not being thrown the other kid was roasted so bad you had to pick him up cause the teacher took him out of class

* “They started it by making fun of your work!”

* That kid better pray their parents don’t get laid off cause Seto is petty af

*You’re also really pissed when he cuts his hair later, but convinces him to not cut his hair as short as canon

Joey Wheeler:

* Doesn’t like his mullet being changed

* But through the power of you and Serenity he eventually relents

* His hair is great

* You give him cornrows cause of the “Brooklyn Rage” joke to mess with him

* He likes it

* This session also cause Serenity to get her hair braided

* It turns into a bonding session between your boyfriend and his sister

* It’s really cute and he enjoys this time

* But ain’t no one catching him outside the house with the braids

* He’s got a reputation to upkeep

* But I’m the safety of his or your home he’ll gladly wear it

* Or wear it with a hat

* He only wears it at your house cause Seto refuses to make fun of your work

* Actually is kinda cool with Seto cause he also gets stuck in the hair braiding bonding time so they spend time together anyways

Ryou Bakura:

* Have you seen his hair?

* It’s most likely Mokuba quality but fluffier

* He enjoys having his hair braided

* It’s relaxing and destressing

* Has definitely fallen asleep with you braiding his hair

* But he’s def tender headed

* So no box braids or super tight twists, plaits, or braids

* Reminds him of doing his younger sister’s hair

* And when his mother did his hair before he left to be by himself

* When he comes over for hair braiding day at the Kaiba place the staff knows it’ll be a calm day

* Man can make the situation calm af on this day

* Takes care of everyone’s hair and makes it’s hair not tangled

* Mokuba loves him cause of this reason and approves of the relationship

* Seto and Ryou works on promotional art, ads and other business stuff Ryou during the hair caring sessions

Marik Ishtar:

* OMG ITS HAIR BRAIDING TIME AINT IT?!?!?

* Loves his hair getting done with you

* Enjoys your hand in his hair

* Brings him great comfort as it means someone isn’t scared to touch him and actually loves him

* Reminds him of the time his father was actually nice to him and ruffled his hair and he braided his dad’s hair

* Also reminds him of the peaceful times when Ishizu braided his hair and when they did Rashid’s hair

* You bring back the sessions and he’s very happy about

* Actually the whole family is

* Always has some drink with him for this time

* Is actually part of his self care schedule

* It specifically says in his routine list:

* “Y/N braiding my hair”

* Very good family banding time

* Good job on helping bring the family back together!

Duke Devlin:

* Has you often braid it

* Finds it fun and relaxing

* Crap ton of dungeon dice monsters and dice monster hair accessories made by Kaiba Corp specifically for him based on your request

* Speaking of which, he would also be someone to do business during the hair sessions

* But the staff knows it’s gonna be a chaotic day when he comes over

* Screws around with Seto but genuinely helps Mokuba with his hair

* Has you try to do his hair in multiple complicated styles

* His hair is silky smooth but thick af

* Sometimes he falls asleep when you card your hand through his hair before braiding it

* Loves the time you spend together doing hair and make up the most outside of cuddling

Maximillion Pegasus:

* In this case Pegasus is your adoptive father and you’re friends with the friendship gang through Duelist Kingdom

* Hair care day is a weekly thing

* Minimum of once a week it happens but it usually happens every single day

* He wants to connect with the child that reminds him of his dear wife

* This is how he first connected with you when you were newly adopted and still shy

* Eventually you become comfortable with him but the braids are really bad

* Now we speed up to the present and you’re an expert hairstylist and your braids are immaculate

* His hair is silky smooth and thing too

* When you’re sad he comes in and it’s a hair makeover session!

Tags: @reallyromealone @jkloserdazai @kokonoiscoconut @gaybitchfx

#headcannons #gn reader #gn!reader #yugioh #ryou bakura #yugioh headcanons #gender neutral reader #yugi mutou #maximillion pegasus #duke devlin #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #joey wheeler #marik ishtar #yugioh dm

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joseopher · 2 years ago

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HELLO, LADIES, WORMS, HOMOSEXUALS

As we know I check the novacaine tags daily.

AND THE ATLAS SIX VACATION SERIES HAS BEEN UPDATED!

I LITERALLY SCREAMED

when the dust has set!!!!!!!!!

WHY YOU SHOULD READ THIS FIC:

Nico continues to wish he drowned instead of witnessing novacaine

LOVE CONFESSIONS

Sibling dynamics

Found family dynamics

Friendship dynamics

Sleepovers!!!

THE BEST ENDING EVER

Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers!

"They had gone upstairs together earlier today, probably to fuck. When they finally were downstairs again, Tristan had talked to him like nothing happened. Like the relationship between them was completely normal. Eventually, the two of them disappeared again, probably to fuck. Again."

Nico is so done. He is so done. He will commit murder if he has to deal with novacaine again.

"He didn’t want to think about them having sex, although it felt like that was all they ever did."

I mean...he's not wrong.

Then Nico sees Callum smile and is like what the actual fuck. He just stares at Tristan like "explain yourself". And Tristan is just like "la la la".

Nico is suffering.

"Wanted them to be the type of friends that could share those things. "

Awww Nico wants to be friends with Tristan <3

“It’s just that we were just there not too long ago. Before we went to my room. I just thought that Tristan doesn’t even go to his room that often. Only to sleep. Or with me,”

“And you wanted to rub that in our face again because….?”

HAHA Callum being jealous and petty and Nico just wanting to murder him.

Nico @ Callum constantly: You are a bitch.

"'Well, I don’t know. Why on earth would anyone want him dead?' Nico nodded toward Callum.

Callum put his hand on his heart and cooed at him.

'That’s exactly what I’ve been wondering for years now, Varona,' he said. Nico flipped him off. Tristan rubbed a hand over his face with a sigh."

I love these people so much. Callum is sooo petty and Nico is just pissed off and Tristan is like "I can't believe these are the people I want to hang out with".

"'So someone tried to blow me up. That’s nice.'

'Tried to blow you and Callum up,' Reina corrected.

'That I can understand,' Nico said. This time Tristan flipped him off.

Nico is #1 novacaine anti

"Nico had always suspected that was just a sex thing. Maybe Callum had just such a big dick that Tristan couldn’t resist. It simply couldn’t be because of his personality, because it was shit."

Correction Nico is just a Callum anti.

(Parisa listening to Nico's thoughts as he tries to understand novacaine is so funny.)

"'As long as we have pillow fights,' Callum added. Parisa snorted.

'Prepare to die again old man,' she threatened."

The friendship dynamics in this fix>>>>>

“If you even try to kiss each other below the belt while we’re in the same room I will cut off both of your dicks,”

LOLOLOL YESS GO OFF NICO!!

"Libby sighed. Callum sat down next to Tristan. He let himself fall back, held up by his elbows, and pushed his feet on Tristan’s lap. Tristan just let him. It was disgusting. "

Nico has "novacaine supporters" in his DNI on twitter.com

“We’re in love, for starters.”

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Maybe he quite liked the rest of them too. Some more than others, but there was fondness in him somewhere."

AW NICO IS MAKING FRIENDS <3 <3 <3

“Are you in love with him?”

“Yes,”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"so

i did dreamfuck you?"

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"'Got it after a few hours on the first day. Same handwriting as the invite. Suppose it was from Atlas. He’s been planning to kill me since then, I guess. Think he was hoping for you all to do it but no one did. Stayed here to spite him.'

'And to sleep with his favorite the whole time. To rub it in,' Parisa added. Callum smirked.

'Perhaps.'"

Aww Atlas's plan was that them being stuck here 'on vacation' would make them try to kill Callum again. But they didn't and instead made friends <3 <3 <3

Also, Callum got laaaaaid.

Bet you didn't expect that Atlas!

OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS WAS AN AMAZING ENDING. PHENOMENAL! PERFECTION! I LOVED IT!

I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!

SO HAPPY!

I LOVE THIS AUTHOR'S WRITING SO MUCH!

GO READ THE ATLAS SIX VACATION SERIES OR I KILL YOU!

#novacaine #tristan x callum #callum nova #tristan caine #the atlas six

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sakebytheriver · 2 years ago

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Oh I didn't even think of Trevor competiting with the thought of Elias but you are so right! I have more H-Money questions: 1) do you think they've ever been almost caught by one of the others and do they like that? 2) have they ever had sex on the grounds (outside)? and 3) Do you think either one of them or both of them are loud in bed? (I bet Trevor likes it when Hetty is loud even though they have to be quiet most of the time, it's part of the fun 🔥)

Things got wild here so I'm putting a keep reading because idk if I can be this loud on main even though I have definitely been worse already 😭😭😭😭

I just know Trevor is always thinking about him in the back of his mind, ok? Like theres a sick part of him that wants to one up that guy for a lot of reasons, 1. Because Elias was a dick who treated Hetty like crap and Trevor wants to prove to her that he's a better guy than Elias but he's got 20 years of bad behavior to disprove, 2. Elias was a well known very horny dude who clearly fucked all the time and hearing it from that guy's wife that Trevor is a better lay? Well that's just gonna make his insecure brain go insane, and 3. Having bragging rights over not only the guy who was the Master of the house but also the ghost who made people horny that Trevor has not only banged the guy's wife, but that he's better than him in bed is exactly the kind of thing that clout chaser would go after 😭😭

Okay.

So here's the thing.

All of your questions?

Pretty much gonna be stuff I'm writing into my BDSM sequel fic 😭😭😭

Like I'm gonna be writing all of that stuff into the sex scenes I swear to god 😭😭😭

But I'll try to stay in canon universe and not mine.

1. Do I think they've almost been caught? Yes, because there's only so long you can hide when there's a whole bunch of bored ghosts wandering around who only have one outlet for all eternity, gossiping about each other, so I think they've had some close calls here and there and I definitely think they get off on it, Trevor can't even hide it, but Hetty puts on a front like she's a lady and could never be caught in such a position of disrepose, but then she is also the one to find him in the hallway right out in the open in the middle of the day when anyone could wander by and initate something only to almost get caught so he's not exactly clueless about the fact that she's into it 😭😭

2. Have they had sex on the grounds? I do think they've probably done some stuff in the stables because like, Hetty has a thing for stable boys and no way Trevor doesn't happily play into that 🙊😭😭😭

3. I do think that they both can get loud, I think Trevor can get real whiny about it tbh and Hetty definitely loses herself some times in the beginning, she's definitely got these deep vibraty moans that drive Trevor wild and he absolutely does whatever he can to bring those out of her even if she gets real loud, honestly, especially if she gets real loud 😭😭 he 100% is the type to be into his partner being a screamer or a moaner so to him its just another part of the fun getting her to be loud, more of his clout chasing and people pleasing rearing its head while also satisfying his insecurity and his petty wish to be better than Elias 😭😭😭😭

#ignore me #anon #answered #trevor hetty #trevor x hetty #trevor lefkowitz #hetty woodstone #hetty trevor #minors dni #ghosts cbs #h money

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kittycat0419 · 2 years ago

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“Any last words?” the king asks his son, a noble who foolishly lead a rebellion against him.

“More like a request,” he replies, a smug look adoring his already bloodied face.

“What is it then?”

“I want to fight all your knights”

“I will allow your request, but you will only be given a training sword”

“Perfect”

“Then that will be your execution first thing in the morning”

The boy was led away by the guards to spend the night within the palace dungeon and the king turns to go to his bed chambers. On his way there he pondered why his son would wish to duel the knights with only a training sword. Surely he knew just how powerful the knights were, far more powerful than even him. Asking to fight them only equipped with a dull, wooden sword is just asking for death, but given that he was to die by noon the next day it would atleast be more entertaining this way. The king was satisfied with that answer and got ready for bed. As he laid down in his bed one last thought came into his mind as he drifted off to sleep, what if his son had a plan to escape his death.

The next morning, just as the sun was coming into view on the horizon, people began to make their way to the castle arena. They knew that today was to be the execution of the ex-prince. Some came hoping to see the boy be let freed and spared, other wished to see the blood bath of the arrogant young man. There was a silence in the crowd as the king came to sit on his throne with the best view of the arena, no one knew just how the execution was going to be done, but if the king came to view it it had to be something interesting. However, the anticipation grew into confusion as they saw the boy being brought out in nothing but the torn clothes he had been in the night before and a wooden sword. They wondered why the executed was seemingly given the chance to fight off their death.

“He was allowed to choose his death” the king loudly said to the people coming to watch, “what he chose was to fight till he died”

At the king’s last word, a door opposite the boy lifted up and out came a knight. This knight was young but capable, an easy first opponent that should still get the job done. The knight brought out his weapon and the boy raised his own. The crowd watched with baited breath to see just how this would play out. The king sat unamused, knowing that his son didn’t stand a chance and would be dead before long. The knight ran at the prince, intent to finish him in just one blow, but he wouldn’t allow that. The boy jumped up just before the blade reached him, being much faster without the armor weighing him down like the knight. Everyone gasped as the boy dodged the hit as time seemed to slow as everyone watched to see what would come next. The boy was not in the air above the now confused knight and took his chance to get a hit into the knight’s weak point, the shoulder. The king sat up now, worried about just what kind of skills his son had learned without him knowing.

“That is one knight down, send in the next,” the boy spoke as he looked at his father, “unless i need to kill each one that is”

Even before he finished, someone came to take away the first knight to be looked at while the next one came out. The show has truly begun. The next knight had more armor than the last, but even he was deemed no match for the prince. The story is the same for all the knights that followed. The king kept sending in more with varying armors and weapons and skills, but the boy got through each one. He had taken some cuts and scrapes from all the fights, but no major wounds like what he had done to each knight that faced him. As it reached noon, the whole kingdom came to watch. There were people placing petty bets on if the prince would survive. The king had become very worried, what was he to do with the boy if he had killed all the knights? What would become of the kingdom if all their knights were severely injured by this one boy?

The boy was starting to get weaker. It could be soon in his movements, the way he held his sword looser and the way his body seem to slump while waiting for the next challenger instead of being ready to face them. He knew he couldn’t fight forever, but he was sure going to try. If he couldn’t defeat his tyrant father, then he would make sure someone else had a fighting chance. If he could get rid of even a tenth of the knights, then someone else may just be able to get rid of the king for good.

As the sun was getting lower in the sky, the king got increasingly worried. He had been getting updates on the numbers of knights still in fighting condition, and that was getting dangerously low by now. The boy continued on and so, even though he didn’t want to, the king kept sending out more knights to try and finish the boy off.

The twilight began to set in now. Many of the people who had been watching since the morning were starting to get tired. This has been going on all day, even the king was getting tired even as he worried about just how many knights this could take. That was until one knight finally managed to land a major hit on the prince. He had cut deep into his shoulder, a wound that matched what he had given the first knight. This last knight stopped after this hit, knowingly the king’s rule.

“Any last words?” the king asks his son as he starts to bleed out from his wounds.

“I should be asking you that,” the boy retorts as he takes his last breath.

As the boy laid on the arena ground the people wondered what he meant in his last words. That was, until they looked up at their king. While everyone was distracted watching the prince’s fight and while the knights were busy waiting for their chance to fight, the resistance group that the boy had formed snuck up to the throne and stabbed the king.

The monarchy was gone and only one question remained, where do we go from here?

A noble sentenced to die is allowed to choose their execution method. They ask to die in honourable combat against the king’s knights, armed with a wooden sword while the knights have real weapons. It’s been 24 hours since the execution started and the king is running out of knights.

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secret-hidden-feelings · 1 year ago

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I fell for you, I loved every single part of you good and bad and you were the person that I want to call when there's something new or bad going on in my life. You were my best friend, my whole world and you were my future. I could only see you and you hurt me. If you think I dont know what you've done to me, I do. I have had a whole month and a half to play back the last year and a half of my life over and over again. I have obsessed over the fact that you have moved on and I was so angry at you up until yesterday. Yesterday my friend made me realise you cannot control people and you cannot force people to be there all the time or push them to give you what you want when you want it. I can't keep hassling you to give you my stuff back because you're petty and you know how much it means to me. You will do what you can to keep hurting me and that is something that'll hurt me. they said what's happened has happened, it is what it is. You probably feel like I hurt you, by 'trying' to ruin your little new relationship little do you know I was trying to help her from being manipulated by you. I was a little too late though and I wish I knew more things before messaging her out of hurt and anger. You claim to have loved me, yet you don't cheat on people you love and lie about it. I came clean to you when I messaged my ex because I felt bad, I told you I messaged him saying I missed him. I loved you enough to tell you what I was doing wrong in our relationship. You don't go missing for hours and hours on end when you go out and think it's okay. You don't deceive the person you love because even when its wrong its better the truth is told before being found out later. Even when you got caught out, you called me a piece of shit because what.. you got caught and you didn't think you would. Honestly I was fuming when I found out from Vikki.. I was so angry because obviously everyone knew something I did not. I was being cheated by everyone around you and you were making me out to be some crazy ex girlfriend.

Although, you know what I've learnt that was overtime since our break up, you were the best liar I ever dated, you would project your insecurities on me because of what you were doing. I wasn't perfect, I am flawed but I really did give you my 100% more than I have given anyone else. there were others who deserved it more than you ever did. you thought you could conquer me and buy my love. love isn't to be bought. The fancy restaurants were nice, the living together was great we excelled there, but you were still able to lie and hide things from me. The expensive gifts and designer stuff was nice. Thats not why I loved you and if you thought thats what bought my love, you are so daft and a joke. I know so many more things than you think I know and I bet you thought I would never find out but thats okay. I will always love what we had. Once upon a time you were the person I truly loved and I loved you with everything I had. we hurt each other and you were just as narcissistic as the people you surrounded yourself with. One day I hope you look back and really see I wanted what was best for you, I wanted you to stop hanging around certain people because you had potential to be a really good person. However, maturing comes with growth and time.

Hopefully when we cross paths one day, I won't hate what you did to me, because you left me with more than just a broken heart. You put me back together and broke into a billion more pieces than what it originally was. You shattered it and you stepped on it to break it into tiny tiny pieces. The person putting it back together now, is me.

so thank you for allowing me to find this time to grow and be the better version of myself. I was broken then and im broken now, but I won't be broken for long.

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mettywiththenotes · 3 years ago

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No listen its not just the fact that people seriously thought the UA Traitor theory was “forgotten”

Its the fact that when you read this manga, you KNOW Hori loves slow burn

He loves dragging stuff out. He loves creating tension. It’s literally what he does and he’s always done it. He has done it throughout the entire manga with so many little and big things

He did it with Dabi being a Todoroki. He did it for years and dragged it out to hell and back before revealing it. He did it with what Hawks would do in the League. He did it with Bakugou and his apology, with Izuku and his entire build up of learning how to save people, how to train himself, revealing the quirks and OFA etc, with almost everyone

But people, for some reason, were so adamant that he had forgotten

MAY I ALSO REMIND YOU that a whole lot of people read Endeavor’s arc as it went along and kept saying that Hori had somehow forgotten he was an abuser or trying to twist things to make him look like a Good Person. They thought he was an abuse apologist (and still do) because he was rounding out Endeavor’s character. Right as soon as Endeavor was trying to be “good” (I believe it was around the second PL exam), everybody assumed Hori had abandoned him as an abuser and tried to retcon his character

There is so much evidence to how Hori slow burns plot lines, character arcs, lead ups to character introduction (like showing their silhouette and then not showing who they really are until 5-6 sometimes a whole arc later) and yet literally everyone missed that and proclaimed he “forgot”

I hate to sound like a bitch, but are you people even paying attention to this manga? Are you even registering how Hori writes?

I agree that sometimes he’s a little shaky in pacing, but the number one thing you should know, should have known, is that Hori loves👏to👏slow👏burn👏

How would that be any different when the first arc we ever got is the one with no definitive answer? With writing like that, you’re bound to get an answer at some point

And the thing is, this is good. This is good writing. I don’t care whether his writing is overall good, I don’t care about the rocky pathways he took to reveal different things in the story - the number one thing about a writer that you should know about is that building tension is a good thing. It is good writing

Why is it good writing? Because it keeps the reader gripped. It keeps them reading. It keeps them asking questions. Some of you are rolling your eyes, throwing your phone at the wall and asking why the fuck did I hang onto this manga for years just for that to happen? Because Hori kept you gripped. He kept you reading. He kept you asking questions. That’s what a writer does

Let me also add in the fact that not only does any writer do this, but especially horror writers. And Hori is influenced by the horror genre. You know what the horror genre has? TENSION. When the music builds up, when everything goes quiet, when the character grabs a knife and you wonder oh my god what will they do now? Will they survive? Will they die, or will they live? Will they save their friends or family? THAT is where it comes from. THAT is what the horror genre is about. It’s meant as jump scares specifically, to keep you so far on the edge of your seat from beginning to end that you feel like you’re going to fall off at any moment, but for manga like this, where we have splices of cute interactions mixed with complete and utter skin-tearing gore, there are bound to be moments where you have to sit back and watch before you scoot to the edge of your seat again and wonder what will happen now? What will happen now?

Also, I mentioned horror genre because we know Hori is a fan of horror, but tension is in literally anything. Even in that cutesy shounen school life anime you watch every week, wondering if Character A and Character B will finally kiss or hold hands. Wondering if Character C will finally get on the track team, or if Character B will finally get the treatment they need for their illness.

Tension. is in. every. media.

It’s in the questions that are seemingly never answered, in the missing scene that hasn’t been shown, in cut-off dialogue, in an outstretched hand you don’t know who is on the other end of

The fact that we hadn’t got an answer to who the UA Traitor was is tension building up for the reveal. He made you ask questions and thats what kept you reading. That’s what Hori, as a writer, was doing, and he did a good job of it. As he did with the Todoroki reveal. As he did with Bakugou’s apology. As he did with Hawks in the League

I just... how did people miss that? How are you missing the tension? How are you skimming past it and not wondering why and how and for what reason?

Are any of you even paying attention?

#okay this was a whole ass rant but i just needed to get this out #i bet you thought i was done with the whole being petty thing about the ua traitor #nahhhh i'm still talking about it #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha 335 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #horikoshi kohei #mettys posts #metty posts

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incurable-bookkl3pt0 · 7 months ago

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Now this, I can get behind. We are already dragging this guy for the whole covering up Viva's existence stint, so why not make him the reason why JD went bonkers with the Perfect Family Harmony? TWT already shredded King Peppy's credibility, and TBT just added fuel to the flames that was our trust in this guy, so why not give us yet another reason to not like/trust him?

And yeah, I was more focused on the youngest siblings in my ask, but yeah. Give trauma to them eldest siblings. That's what we're here for, to be traumatized either by life, parents, or both.

Poppy repressing the memory of her sister's existence is actually an interesting take, I like it. I want something to be done with it though. I want them to talk about it and find a way to navigate being reunited with each other. And I want them to drive each other crazy. And I know, Trolls aren't malicious by nature, so their sibling squabbles probably won't be all that bad like us human sibling squabbles. However, in TBGO we see Satin and Chenille CONSTANTLY at each other's throats, and of course, we can't forget the whole BZ drama/trauma that was TBT, so Poppy and Viva having an AUTHENTIC sibling experience is something I need in my life badly now. It's not an authentic sibling experience until one of them is yelling that the other is adopted, and how they wish the other was never born. As the eldest in my family, I speak from experience that while yes, I would be the first to throw hands FOR my sisters, I would also be the first to throw hands AT my sisters, so give some of that dynamic to Poppy and Viva. Make them have dramatic pillow fights, prank wars, and petty arguments over stupid things. Because what was shown in the movie was essentially what I would think an only child would think having a sibling is like; completely unrealistic. (Or, maybe realistic because they are both adults, and I'm told that you only really start liking your siblings once you're all adults, and unfortunately, I'm the only one who's an adult so far so IDK. I also have no clue what it's like to have a brother, so in the end, my views on BZ can't be 100% trusted, because again, no bros for me.) I would know because that's what I thought having a sister was like at the ripe old age of 4. Let's just say that 9 months later I severely regretted ever asking for a sister.

But I swear, DreamWorks REALLY needs to lay off Branch. Hasn't he suffered enough? The fact that it was originally supposed to be him in the bottle doesn't fill me with confidence that DreamWorks is done with him, and I need them to be. Traumatize someone else for a change jeez! Like Viva. We only got a brief glimpse of her trauma, so explore that for a bit. Or BZ, I want to know just what shenanigans they got up to in the 20+ years they were gone. I bet there was a crazy amount of trauma there. Or even Poppy, and exploring that potential trauma response of forgetting her sister or something. Anything! Just for goodness' sake, lay off Branch!

I've said it before, and I'll say again and keep saying it until the fandom finally acknowledges this glaring plot hole. If Poppy didn't remember Viva, Branch shouldn't have remembered BroZone. he was a baby. It was said over and over again that he was a baby. I don't care if Poppy was implied to be younger than Branch was when their respective siblings disappeared, THEY WERE BOTH BABIES!!!

And I've seen the whole "we they're trolls and they work differently, just look at Tiny Diamond" argument, and I'll tell you why this doesn't have much merit. TD is a Glitter Troll, and it seems that Glitter Trolls have different biologies and customs than your average Pop Troll. Tiny came out of his egg singing and dancing, with full comprehension of the world around him. Branch in the flashback acted like a naive little kid/a literal baby, and Poppy also acted like an infant when they were shown as babies. And as you can tell, neither are Glitter Trolls. So I firmly believe that Branch could not have possibly remembered BZ as he did in the movies, and they would either be a blur or completely forgotten. The only way he could have possibly remembered is if he had a photographic memory of some kind, because otherwise, it would make no sense for him to remember BZ. Honestly, it was kind of cruel od DreamWorks to have Branch remember losing his brothers and have Poppy not remember losing her sister, and really shows how much they love to traumatize and bully Branch.

What are your thoughts on this?

I feel it is meant to be as simple as Branch being an older baby due to just overall being Bigger than Poppy was and capable of slightly more cohesive speech.

not to mention his adorable Big Head 😭😭😭😭 and like you said Tiny I think is meant to be an exception either due to being a glitter Troll or just due to being a Rare instance of a Baby coming out the Egg already capable of talking and walking and even driving.

like I agree it is somewhat cruel by the writers having Branch Remember his Brothers while Poppy forgot about Viva and got to live in Blissful ignorance for all these years.

if anything her remembering her sister and like her dad thinking she'd died in the escape could have maybe been a neat little bit of background for Poppy's character imo.

what I mean is if beneath her overly posotive demeanour she'd actually had a bit of past damage herself that she preferred to forget actually giving her and Branch something more to relate over.

Hell if this had been the case it'd actually make her earlier attitude towards Branch's negative feelings towards his Brothers more understandable and forgivable.

since she'd have for all she'd known lost a sibling forever hence why she'd be convinced that there wasn't a problem too big that Branch couldn't fix with his brothers to have another chance with them.

that'd make her reasons more understandable imo than simply her being suddenly insecure over growing up a happy single child with a supportive parent.

and thus blatantly ignoring justified grievances from Branch even tho before the wedding she was the one trying to get him to open up to her about his negative feelings of upset.

but hey that's the writers for you they can be cruel when it comes to Branch here's Hoping they don't add anything else to his backstory in the future.

like maybe his parents died on his Birthday when he was a baby or maybe after his Grandma died he was placed in a Troll foster home and was abused their for years before finally going off on his own to build his Bunker.

I swear its a good thing these films are meant for kids otherwise who knows what sort of messed up stuff they'd write into his backstory next 😅😅😅😅 they gotta give that Angst to someone else next like Bro zone or Poppy or maybe even Bridget or Gristle just anyone who isn't Branch.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls poppy #trolls branch #trolls band together #trolls brozone #trolls viva

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antiwhores · 2 years ago

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Bakugou’s game.

Angst with no comfort so if you a pussy leave on god. Tw: no spell check, cheating and shit. Well kinda, unintention cheating? Intentional but not intentional- DAMN JUST READ THE STORY.

Summary: Bakugou plays with your feelings in an attempt to make you get jealous but he goes to far and shit.

Part two!

All night all you’ve seen is just Katsuki being flirting with her. A new girl, Kaminari had brought her as a plus one. Apparently she was a family friend. They weren’t dating, she just begged to go so he said yes. She was a fan of a lot of the people attending.

No one noticed except you. Another plus of having a secret relationship. He always does this when he’s feeling petty. You both had a fight before about something insignificant. You called him stupid during the argument. In your defense, the whole thing was stupid. He was stupid, you were stupid, etc.

You watched as he completely ignored you the entire night. He would barely glance at you. Only giving his attention to the girl.

He was playing a game, a game you hated. A game you couldn’t win at. He’d done this before to get a rise out of you. When you’d get jealous enough and confront him he’d get hard and start to fuck the security into you.

It worked at first, but theres only a couple times you could play this game with him before the insecurity wasn’t temporarily.

Suddenly the dress you wore looked ugly. Your makeup wasn’t as good as hers. Your hair wasnt what he liked. Your body wasnt as fit as hers. Everything was wrong.

You poured yourself another glass of alcohol to numb your senses as everyone chatted at the table you occupied. The glass blocked the sight of her hands wrapped around his bicept. Unfortunately, it couldn’t block hearing either.

“Oh my god, I would do anything to wake up to you. Im so jealous of whoever got the privilege!” She whined, lip pouted. You had learned her name was Essy, you didn’t want to trouble yourself with memorizing it but you couldn’t help yourself. You imagined him moaning her name instead of hers. It hurt. You downed more alcohol.

“I could make that happen,” He smirked at her brightened up face. “Only if you show me how you foreign girls sleep.”

That was the last straw. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

You calmly stood up, “Excuse me you guys, I gotta go take care of something.” “Are you sure y/n?” Kaminari questioned. “I still haven’t taught you my sick dance moves!” You faked a laugh, “Next time!”

Everyone waved you off as you headed towards one of the vacant rooms. This place was a mix of a hotel and club. It was opened late nights only and gave people a place to stay and party to prevent driving home drunk.

As soon as the door closed you let out a shaky breath. You climbed over to the bed to start your thinking. You had little time before Bakugou would come in the same room, expecting some jealous fucking. You couldn’t do it anymore. You hated feeling so replacable.

You sucked up the tears that begged to fall as the door opened. Just as you had thought, Bakugou came waltzing in with a smirk on his face. He was midway of unbuttoning his shirt. You felt angry how easily he thought it was to get you to just submit to his body even after he’d done horrible shit.

He threw your bag onto the bed, “You forgot this, its like you wanted me to come in with you.” You clicked your tounge, “No, its just cause I was too distracted by your new girl fondling you.” He unbuckles his belt, smirking at your comment. “Hmm, well shes still waiting for me out there so you better stop being bratty.

Your face felt hot with anger, He cant take a fucking hint? You shot up to walk away. You didn’t want to freak out on him right now. You felt way too exhausted to not act rash. But he grabbed your neck and pulled you into a heated kiss. “Mmm, bet that slut doesn’t walk away mid moment.”

Although it was meant to be some sick joke you couldn’t stop yourself. Your hand had crossed his face, making a loud sound, before you could even process what you were doing. “I can’t fucking believe you.” You sobbed. He stopped his advances, “What the fuck?! Why’d you slap me?” Heavy tears started to fall down your face as he grabbed his face. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Your knees buckled into the wall, “I cant.” He stared in shock at you for a couple of moments before speaking again. “Why the hell are you crying?! You know I don’t actually want her!” “Except I dont!” You yelled, “You haven’t looked at me all night, not even a glance. You’ve given her all your attention. You went out of you way to make my night horrible. She’s been all over you! You’ve been all over her. You threatened go sleep with her for Christ sake!”

He pulled your arm away from your face, “That was all an act to make you jealous dumbass! I only wanted you this whole time.” You pulled your hand away from his. “An act, huh? I never liked this act. It makes me insecure, you make me insecure. And you think you can just pull your dick out and I’ll be okay?!”

He was frozen, you thought about how he definitely wasn’t expecting this. He probably thought he would get his dick wet and all will be swell. Stupid. He followed you as you went to grab your purse and car keys. “I only want you! I did that to get you!” You headed for the door, “Well, you cant go get to her, as you said like a minute ago. Shes waiting for you, isnt she? Cause I’m not playing this game anymore. Im done Katsuki.”

You reached for the doorknob to leave but he pushed you up against the door. “What the fuck? What do you mean?” He looked panic, good. “I mean, we’re done.” His face paled at your comment. His whole body tensed and his eyes widened. “You’re…. You’re breaking up with me?” He possessively grabbed your waist to wrap his hands around. You arched away, “Get off me.” “Im sorry, I won’t do it again. Just stop. Stay.” “Get off me.” He started to tear up with his teeth clenched. “Please y/n! Ill do anything. Ill buy you anything. I’ll do everything you say. Ill even go out there and fucking destroy that bitch myself! Just please-“

You pushed him away with all your might. It wouldn’t have worked if he wasnt so suprised you would try so hard to get away from him in the first place. “Dont ever talk to me again Bakugou. Enjoy the single life.”

You were glad that he was too shocked to go after you.

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itgirlification · 4 years ago

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supermodel | jjk

the last three months have been hell for you, but Jungkook seemed to be living his best life.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: explicit mentions of body image and insecurities, infidelity, anal sex, oral (male receive), foul language (kinda), etc.

now playing: supermodel by sza

part two part three

Exactly three months ago, your and Jungkook’s 2 years relationship officially ended. Unofficially, it ended about 5 months ago. And for about one month now, Jungkook’s been seeing someone else.

Your heart and mind told you not to do it but you couldn’t help calculating. Three months ago, you were still dating, two months later, he started dating someone else. That must mean he’s known her for a while. Did he cheat on you with her? Well, it’s not like it matters now anyway, does it?

Her name was Yuki, an undeniable Japanese beauty. You were still in college, studying music and she was a famous model who appeared in internationally known magazines. You assumed she met Jungkook during a photoshoot since he was a professional photographer who often worked for companies like Vogue and Playboy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her.

It wasn’t the fact that he moved on so quickly that hurt you the most. It was the fact that he knew all about your low self-esteem and how you lack confidence. Especially about your body. And he still went and dated a model, of all professions in the world. He was definitely over you.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he did it on purpose. But thankfully, you knew better, he looked too happy for that to be even considered. He forgot about you.

You’re making yourself sadder by remembering all the times he assured you you were beautiful and your body was nothing to be ashamed of. The times he let his fingertips run over the lines of your stretch marks, whispering in your ear how much he loved them and how they reminded him of Tiger stripes. The times he caressed your jiggly thighs and told you how sexy he thought they were.

Then your mind would drift back to the phone in your hand, the Instagram page of Yuki Sakurai opened, careful not to accidentally like anything and expose yourself. Not that she’d notice anyway, she had 3.7 million followers, while you had a private one with 500 followers and no posts, and she gets around 300 to 700 thousand likes on each post, depending on whether she posts random photos or pretty pictures of herself. Or newly, your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Oh, how crazy everybody goes whenever she posts him. People love them together. You couldn’t blame them. Two attractive people? Of course, they’re gonna look great together.

Fucking great.

That the end of your relationship with Jungkook would look like this was semi-predictable from the beginning. He did admit to you that he never thought he’d date someone that looked like you when you first dated. And your heart broke a little. But he also made up for it in those two years, it was a beautiful relationship nonetheless.

While you weren’t exactly his ‘ideal’ type, he was definitely yours. You always heard from other women ‘when in a relationship, the man always has to love the woman more than she loves him. Otherwise, it won’t work.’ You never really got the saying until your breakup with Jungkook happened. It was the fact that you clearly loved Jungkook more than he loved you that lead to this.

“Oh my goodness!”, your roommate, Jane, dramatically exclaimed. “Will you stop feeling bad for yourself and do something? That’s not what hot girls do, sis.”

Jane was a lovely girl with a not so lovely temper. She always means well and you got along perfectly as soon as you met. Which was around 3 and a half years ago.

She looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at. You obviously didn’t want her to see you snooping around your ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend’s Instagram but it was too late.

“Seriously, yn?”, she took your phone in her hand and threw it on the bed. “Let’s go somewhere, you can’t do this to yourself anymore. I’m not letting you.”

Jane was clearly worried about you at this point. The only thing you did these last few weeks was eating, shower, cry, sleep and miss a whole bunch of classes. This wasn’t good at all.

“Where?”, your question was short.

“To the mall? Or the nail studio? Anything that’ll get you out of this fucking dormitory.”, Jane sighed, pulling the blanket off of you, making you whine a little. “C’mon, go put on some cute outfit and we’ll go.”

You felt bad since she was trying hard to make you feel better. But it didn’t really work.

You nodded, standing up from the bed, nonetheless. You picked out a cute two-piece dress, that brought back blurred memories of the time you went on a date with Jungkook, wearing the same two-piece. Bet Yuki would look cuter in this...

‘Shut your petty ass up, yn. It’s embarrassing, the way you’re stuck on a taken guy who wants nothing to do with you’

You wish you could change the way you think, even if it’s just for an hour or two. You wish you would stop imagining Jungkook judging you when he saw you naked or when you told him that you wished you could cut off some of your fat with a pair of scissors.

You were beyond ashamed of yourself. Why wasn’t it easy for you to just stay by yourself? why were you so desperately in need of Jungkook by your side to the point where you’d lock yourself in your room for a month just because he isn’t there?

You needed Jungkook. You became so attached to him in those two years, because you always saw him as a permanent, a forever. Not just a temporary, not just a distant memory. You already saw him as the father of your children, as the man you’re gonna marry.

You were so blinded by the fact that you had him, that you forgot you could lose him anytime.

“I’m done, let’s go.”, unenthusiastically, you announced to Jane, who was already waiting for you.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here!”, In contrast to your spirit, hers seemed to be all roses and daisies. “Lord knows you need it...”

__________

“Look at this cute ass skirt, girl”, Jane pointed at a chic, wine mini skirt she was holding. “You know, when I saw it back there I wanted to have it, but it’d look so much better on you”

You took a few seconds to admire Jane’s beauty. She was about 3 cm taller than you, had a great posture, and almond, dark brown eyes that suited her dark skin tone perfectly. Her body leaned more towards the slimmer side.

“Shut up! No, it would not”, you let out a small giggle. “It would look gorgeous on you, buy it.”

She smiled a little at your laughs. She was happy to see you at least a little cheerful again. “Yeah, but I think it’d look better on you. I’m entitled to my own opinion, am I not?”

You knew this debate was gonna go back and forth, because of her stubbornness. “Let’s both buy the skirt.”

You ended up doing so, added by a bunch of bags full of clothing. This may’ve turned into your new coping mechanism. Who needed therapy when you can go on a shopping spree?

Two hours were spent in boutiques and clothing stores and Jane decided she was tired, wanting to visit the local spa.

“No, seriously, these Riverdale seasons just keep on getting worse and worse. Netflix needs to step up their game ASAP”, Jane ranted, making you laugh at how serious she takes it. “It’s getting embarrassing. I’m being for real.”

The two of you were sitting in the whirlpool at the spa, relaxing your whole bodies a little.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t watch these new Netflix shows anyways. Been stuck on the vampire diaries for the last 7 years”, you chuckled, knowing you hated trying new things. “Can you pass me one of those magazines?”

Jane nodded, grabbing a random one from the table next to her and handed it to you, without looking at it.

The cover of it caught your eyes immediately. How could it not, when your ex’s new girl looks absolutely dazzling on the front page of it.

‘Supermodel Yuki Sakurai talks summer fashion tips, struggle with self-love and most importantly, her hot, new boyfriend the media is going crazy over’ was the headline of the Harper’s Bazaar Magazine cover.

You felt your stomach getting sick and your breath getting heavier, but you still flipped the pages until you found the one with her interview. You began reading it, skipping the boring parts.

‘Int: so, we see you have a new boyfriend. Tell us, how did you guys meet?

Yuki: Yeah, he’s an amazing guy. We actually met about six or five months ago at one of my photoshoots, since he’s a photographer and we exchanged numbers and stuff, and then we made it official mid last month.’

About six or five months ago? You were with him back then, but her answer was too unclear to find out if he cheated or not.

“Woah, yn, you okay?”

You entirely forgot about the fact that you were with Jane, let alone somewhere other than your bed.

Before you could react, Jane snatched the magazine out of your hand.

“You really can’t escape them, huh?”, She sighs, taking you in her arm. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. In a few months, you’re gonna look back to this and think wow I really was stuck on a guy who’s scared of microwaves and cried like a bitch when Iron Man died.”

You laughed, punching her arm playfully. “You know, I actually love these things about him. Shows his sensitivity and the way he perceives things.”

Jane looked at you as if she didn’t believe you were actually saying that stuff. “Girl, you’re overanalyzing this. Let’s just throw this shit in the trash, okay?”

She put the magazine aside.

“I just don't know what I did wrong.”, You murmured. “I know we weren't the best, but we didn't even fight that much. We could’ve talked it through.”

Jane pursed her lips and cooed. “You know, relationships are complicated sometimes. The reason why he broke up, to begin with, is probably not your fault.”

“Well, what if it is? I mean what if I was too fat or too ugly for him?”, you asked. “If he wanted a skinny girl so bad, I could’ve lost weight for him, I don’t get it.”

Jane looked at you like you lost your mind entirely. “I can’t believe you just said that! Even if that was the reason, which it wasn’t, you shouldn’t make yourself suffer because of it. That’s his loss. You’re beyond gorgeous and you have an amazing body.”

“You’re just saying that.”, tears slowly started coming up in your eyes. “But the thing is Jungkook knows all about my insecurities. Why would he do that to me? I know he knows that I’m still not over him.”

You usually didn’t like crying in front of other people, but you didn’t really care at the moment, besides that was Jane. You trusted her with your life.

“Girl, men are trash, I can’t believe you’re crying over one right now, seriously.”, she wiped your tears and held your face between her hands. “You know, honestly, I’ve read so many articles about how models actually hate themselves and have like the lowest self-esteem so in conclusion, no matter how miserable you are, his new girl is even more miserable.”

You knew Jane didn’t mean it in a harmful way, but it sounded harsher than needed. “I don’t hate her, she probably doesn’t even know about me. I’m just really insecure. He upgraded from me. He’s dating a whole model now.”

The situation just felt like a deja vu of these last few weeks laying in your bed, even though you were at the spa with your friend. You were supposed to have fun, yet you didn’t feel like having any.

“Why would you feel insecure when all you’ve seen of her are Instagram posts and red carpet pictures? She’s supposed to look beautiful, it’s her job.”

To a certain extent, Jane was right, but that didn’t really help your situation, you still felt bad about yourself. You stayed silent.

“C’mon, this isn’t fun anymore. Let’s leave.”, Jane mumbled.

_______

it’s been two days since the incident at the spa and you felt a little bit better now.

Those days were spent reading the same three book series you’ve read your entire life, overthinking, hot Cheetos, Indian takeout, and Netflix. It really wasn’t as miserable as it sounded.

You were just taking a little rest before term break ends and you have to go back to the shithole college again.

Jane was using the time until college starts again, but in different ways than you were. She was planning on going to some frat party in an hour and forget about the world’ for a minute. Or till 4 in the morning, where she will most likely drunk call you and ask you for a ride back to the dorms, because the friends she went to the party with were shit-faced as well and were in no way capable of driving anywhere without the cops stopping them.

Going out partying on a Friday night was a Jane tradition. In the past, you’d sometimes go with her, but you mostly spent your time out with Jungkook doing something more fun than partying could ever be. Now you can’t do that anymore, but laying in bed is more ideal than a party for you at the moment.

“How do I look?”, Jane twirled around to show off her black cocktail dress. She looked beautiful.

“You look beautiful.”, you responded to her question. “Are you leaving now?”

“Hm”, she said, to which you nodded. “You sure you don’t wanna come with me? It’s gonna be really fun.”

You shook your head no.

“Alright”, she shrugged, making her way out of your bedroom. “But I told you, it’s gonna be fun.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I’ll stay here, I have shit to do.”

“Yeah, right, like binge-watching the vampire diaries and taking 5-hour naps”, she said in a sarcastic tone. “Anyway, bye-bye, Vic’s already waiting for me in the car.”

Victoria was perhaps one of the most obnoxious people you know, yet she was too much of a nice person for you to talk shit about her. The voice of your intrusive thoughts couldn’t help but to, though.

“Alright, bye, take care and say hi to Vic from me.”

After Jane left, an hour went by like it was just a couple of minutes. You were starting to get real bored and decided to watch some regular tv in hopes to find something you enjoy. You ended up not finding anything fun, but you still watched it, because you didn’t have anything else to do.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang and you were suddenly worried. Either this is a serial killer or Jane forgot something.

But to your surprise, it was neither, but it was none other than

“Jungkook?”, truly, those were the only words you were able to mutter out at your shocked state. “What are you do-“

At the speed of light, you were interrupted by your ex-boyfriend pressing his lips to yours. He didn’t say a word.

You weren’t expecting him. Not knowing how you were supposed to feel at the moment, you just let it happen. You were sure your mental state couldn’t get any worse than that, no matter how this will affect you in the end.

“Is Jane home?”, for the first time in 3 months, you’re hearing his silky voice again.

Jungkook knew Jane always had some type of special hatred for him with her killing stares and her bitter comments. You didn’t notice either though.

He also knew she must hate him even more after your breakup. Or maybe she liked him more now since she was able to get rid of him without killing anyone.

“No”, your answer was short and it made a weight fall from Jungkook’s shoulders before he continued kissing you.

It wasn’t anything you haven’t done before, yet it felt like it’s been ages since it last happened. Your mind drifted to the thought of Jungkook and his model girlfriend. You were asking yourself what their sex life was like, if she was tighter than you or if she had stretch marks and scars.

Jungkook’s lips were moving south, giving your neck wet kisses, while you were wondering why he broke up with his model girlfriend. Or if he even did. You felt selfish for not caring.

Removing your clothes one by one, you were left in your underwear, while Jungkook only had his boxers on.

This body was yours. You knew it inside out. Where he liked to get touched and where he preferred not to. You knew him better than anyone else. You were sure.

You already moved to your bedroom, since Jungkook effortlessly carried you there. You were sat on his lap, facing him and your hands were in his messy hair. His hands were around your waist, he was slightly smiling into the kiss, as you started grinding on him. He loved how easy it was for him to turn you on. You were still his.

Cutting off the kiss, he looked you in the eyes, while his hand was on your cheek. “Say aah.”, he said.

You widened your mouth obediently, which was followed by him collecting as much saliva as he could in his mouth and spitting it into your mouth.

“Swallow.”, demanding, he spit on your face, his eyes become darker with every passing moment. You did as he said.

You looked at him with big eyes. He knew you loved it. You’ve always had a thing for him degrading and humiliating you during sex.

He started grinding on you almost desperately. You knew exactly what he wanted.

Getting out of his grip, you dropped to your knees and freed his hard dick from his drawers. You reached for it and started pumping it, and licking it. Your spit was leaking down his dick as you used it for lubrication. Then you started sucking on it, just the way you used to.

Jungkook’s groans and satisfied sighs were enough to make you even wetter than before. You enjoyed giving more than receiving.

Your mouth was wet and warm around him, giving him a feeling of familiarity. You lick over the tip a few times, then proceed to fully take him into your mouth.

The bulge in your throat could be seen and the way your eyes were tearing up a little wasn’t bothering you at all. You loved giving.

Jungkook started thrusting in and out of your warm, welcoming mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat multiple times.

“Fuck”, a throaty moan left Jungkook’s mouth, giving you hints that he was about to cum. And he did, releasing in your mouth before you swallowed it. “Shit, baby, that was so good.”

You felt your face heat up and a sheepish smile made its way to your face. Your throat was sore.

The two of you were on the bed again. To you, it felt like it was the times before your breakup again, when you’d purposely start an argument just for the makeup sex because Jungkook wasn’t giving you any anymore. It was like sex was the only thing to look forward to.

You felt attached to Jungkook to a point where it was dangerous. You weren’t okay when he wasn’t around. He affected every part of your life and God knew it wasn’t always a positive thing. Maybe it was the fact that he took your virginity. Maybe because he was your first boyfriend, the first guy that made you believe you were worthy of love and that someone was actually capable of loving you. One thing you knew was Jungkook had an expansive influence on your life.

While you were practically drowning in your own thoughts, Jungkook was busy taking off your underwear.

“You okay?”, Jungkook calmly asked you, looking at your riddled face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.”, you sounded distracted, Jungkook wasn’t sure about asking you what it is though. He didn’t feel like getting personal.

So he shrugged it off and started kissing you again, his dick was unsurprisingly hard again as he played with your tits. He drew lines over the stretch marks of your thighs and kissed them.

“Can I fuck your ass?”, Jungkook’s raspy, tired-sounding voice casually asked, to which you quickly nodded, knowing that Jungkook’s favorite position had always been anal. He was massaging and gripping your ass firmly.

“This is gonna hurt at first, but I promise it gets better.”, He warned calmly into your ear, while putting some lube on his dick and just went right into your ass, slowly thrusting so you don’t feel as much pain.

He was right, it did hurt a lot when he first put it in, but the pain just changed into pleasure in a matter of time and his slow-paced thrusts helped with the adjustment.

“Fuck, I missed this ass”, he practically growled into your ear, as he kept on thrusting in and out, steadily gripping your wide hips with his big, veiny hands. “It just doesn’t feel right when I’m inside her ass.”

You knew your confidence shouldn’t rely on Jungkook bringing his girlfriend down, but you couldn’t help but feel good about your body when he said that. It’s been a while since you felt even a tiny spark of confidence. You weren’t so fond of him mentioning her while he was inside of you.

Your soft moans rang through the whole room like sirens, while he watched your ass jiggle against his pelvis, thrusting in and out faster every second. He missed this.

You had always thought you were indecisive, but you knew exactly what you wanted. You just couldn’t have that, so you’d eventually have to settle for less.

Jungkook wasn’t to blame for it, you just couldn’t concede your shortcomings. The movie’s villain wasn’t always the real villain.

Your hands traveled to your pussy to make sure you’d orgasm as well, when you heard Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier and his thrusts getting gentler than before, indicating that he was gonna cum soon. You were certain he could make you cum with just anal, but you wanted to cum with him.

With furrowed eyebrows and drops of sweat dripping down his body, Jungkook looked down at your arched back. The whole scene was sticky, especially when Jungkook presses his upper body to your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing the spot.

It was kinda odd, having sex with your ex-boyfriend you were crying over just a day ago. There was a certain intensity to it though. Like your long-lasting nostalgia was finally fulfilled.

You’ve realized you couldn’t imagine yourself being intimate with anybody else. Jungkook already knew your body, how it looked without the material protecting it, the strawberry skin, the slightly sagging breasts you swore you’d surgically remove once you had the chance to but didn’t. He knew where you liked being touched, he was the first one to even touch you in those places.

You were unsure what you’d do with yourself when he leaves.

Jungkook’s thrusts slowly started stopping and you too felt the familiar sensation in your stomach.

Suddenly, you two were nothing but desire, fear, and pleasure. And faster than you could process, you came together.

For minutes after your orgasm, you were just laying on the bed, thoughtless. Maybe a little regretful. Not you, but him.

You weren’t facing each other, but you could hear each other’s breathing. Your stomach was filled with something you’d describe as post-sex melancholia.

All of a sudden, Jungkook stood up from the bed, startling your resting self a little, but you decided to keep quiet, wanting to see what he was going to do.

He made his way to the door to leave what he thought was your sleeping body laying there. You couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Where are you going?”, your soft voice suddenly rang in his ears. “Don’t you wanna stay?”

He didn’t know how exactly to tell you. You’ve always been a gullible little girl, you were the type of girl to think fucking equals love. Little did you know that wasn’t the case at all.

“Yn.... you know I can’t”, Jungkook responded, you knew it wasn’t gonna be good when he said your name like that. “I got a girl at home and I don’t wanna mess shit up with her.”

There it was. Your suspicion was corroborated. He was still going out with the model and you were a certified home wrecker. Great.

You physically felt your heart breaking. “Bu- but why are you here then?”

You were incapable of being mad at him at the moment. It was your fault for letting him in, again. After breaking your trust and your heart.

“This was a mistake”, he declared, not looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry, yn...”

He’s moved past your room now, already at the exit of your dormitory. He was about to leave.

“You already ruined shit with her when you came here and fucked me.”, your voice was small, but your words were heard.

Without looking back, he left.

And you went back to your room, standing in the middle of it for a minute in silence before your brain fully processed what had happened and your tears started pouring.

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years ago

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A continuation of NHS invites WWX to JYL's wedding, and what happened there? Perhaps about how the estemed Hanguang Jun ended up running off and eloping with the Nie sect heir's intended?

continuation of that short fic, now it’s own fic on ao3

Plus One - Chapter 2

“So,” Nie Huaisang said, sidling up to his brother and his two sworn brothers now that they’d finally gotten to the party part of the wedding and they could all huddle up in a corner to be anti-social together.

Or, well, for Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen to be anti-social and for Jin Guangyao to be forcefully restrained from attempting to perform hosting duties, which he incessantly tried to do - it was like he had no idea what servants were for. Which Nie Huaisang supposed was understandable, given everything, but the way Jin Guangshan encouraged him to do it certainly wasn’t.

“So,” Nie Mingjue said, his voice only mildly ominous in a way that suggested, to Nie Huaisang at least, that he was still finding this whole thing incredibly funny.

Accordingly, Nie Huaisang ignored him. “How much do you think I can milk being horribly dumped?” he asked. “Because I think I’m about to be horribly dumped.”

“By your new ‘intended’?” Lan Xichen said, looking amused. “Really, Huaisang, I don’t know what you were thinking by bringing him.”

“Uh, that he deserves to attend his shijie’s wedding? Obviously?”

“But to bring him to Lanling…”

“He’s my guest,” Nie Huaisang said haughtily, bringing out his fan and doing his best ‘rich young master who is better than this and is most certainly above your petty questions’ Jin sect impression. “You aren’t suggesting that the Jin sect would take back an invitation they freely issued, would they? Or breach the rules of hospitality?”

“Huaisang, Xichen didn’t mean it that way and you know it,” his brother said, sounding annoyed, but in his relaxed run-of-the-mill ‘I hate parties’ type of annoyance, rather than specifically about his behavior. “Obviously the Jin sect won’t do anything about it. Regardless of any other considerations, anything they did would be refusing to show our Nie sect face, and then I’d have to make an issue of it.”

He sounded wistful. Probably thinking about how he could use it as an excuse to storm out and go home early.

“We’re only worried about you, Huaisang,” Jin Guangyao murmured, looking remarkably calm for someone who was definitely (if unobtrusively) being blocked from leaving by two very tall men with excessive mother hen tendencies. “You’re all grown up now, not a child – you need to think about the political implications your actions might have. Aren’t you concerned about your brother’s reaction?”

Huaisang was about to explain that he’d gotten his brother’s permission, but then he remembered that they were in Lanling, full of spies, so he decided to tell Jin Guangyao about that later.

“It’s not my problem that Sect Leader Nie has to think about politics at what should be a happy family event,” he said instead, nose in the air, and Lan Xichen frowned even as Nie Mingjue sighed, probably at Nie Huaisang’s total lack of caring about even the basic obligations of etiquette. Or possibly his reference to their little inside joke, but these were his sworn brothers, so they’d have to figure out sooner or later that Sect Leader Nie and Nie Mingjue weren’t always the same. “Besides, that isn’t what I asked. I asked about how long I can milk my terrible heartbreaking break up.”

“I thought you were getting dumped?” his brother asked, passing him a jar of wine. A good brother, even if he was mocking him.

“Getting dumped leads to a break-up,” Nie Huaisang insisted. “Wei-xiong is a thankless white-eyed wolf who was just using me with absolutely no consideration of my tender feelings.”

“You have tender feelings?” his brother said. “Why wasn’t I informed of this?”

Nie Huaisang kicked him in the shin.

As usual, it had no impact whatsoever on his brother and only hurt his own toes, but it was the principle of the thing.

“Huaisang,” Lan Xichen said, his voice oddly gentle, even softer than normal. “Did you – really – for Wei Wuxian –”

Nie Huaisang, who’d been taking a drink of wine, nearly choked. “Er-ge,” he said, mildly horrified. “Please. Wei-xiong is a very handsome gentleman, fearless and dashing, with all the skills one might ask for in a son-in-law –”

“Brother-in-law,” his brother muttered, as if he hadn’t been Nie Huaisang’s de facto father figure for years.

“– and, yes, I suppose we have similar tastes in drinking, carousing, and pornography –”

“Of course you do,” Jin Guangyao said, looking up at the ceiling as if it would hide how his lips were twitching.

“– but let us not forget: he lives in a trash heap. With Wen sect. I have standards!”

“I thought he was marrying in?” Lan Xichen asked, smiling again now that he had confirmed that there was no actual heart-breaking occurring in the vicinity. “He’d live in the Unclean Realm that way, wouldn’t he?”

“He would not,” Nie Mingjue put in. “I don’t care if they’re all enlightened saints that do nothing but charity all day, no one surnamed Wen is living in my home.”

“You see what I’m up against?” Nie Huaisang said, holding out his hands in appeal to his brother’s sworn brothers. “My da-ge doesn’t understand, he’s only good for swinging a saber! How cruel and heartless must a man be to stand in the way of true love?”

Lan Xichen covered his smile with his sleeve. Jin Guangyao pressed his lips together in such a way that made his cheeks especially round and quivering with suppressed laughter, like a mouse stuffing its face to bulging with rice.

“Er-ge, you wouldn’t be nearly this cruel if it were you, would you?” Nie Huaisang asked, reaching out and tugging said sleeve. “You’d be kind and generous about it – I bet you’d find them a nice little place to live, maybe next to those foothills you’re always saying you want someone to use but that you’re not willing to sell…”

“Were you planning on moving in with er-ge after your marriage, then?” Jin Guangyao asked. He looked much more amused and relaxed now – maybe he’d been stressing over this being some sort of scheme and was feeling much better now that he realized it was actually just Nie Huaisang’s nonsense. His paranoia had always been deeply endearing. “I don’t think your brother will like that.”

“Not me,” Nie Huaisang said, rolling his eyes at him. “But if it was Lan Zhan sweeping him away, er-ge would definitely support him. Right, er-ge?”

“I always support my brother,” Lan Xichen said with a smile.

“Good,” Nie Huaisang said, taking another swallow of wine. “Because he and Wei Wuxian just had a very intense conversation in a secluded corner that ended with them kissing and running off together, so it’s about to become your problem.”

Nie Mingjue choked, Jin Guangyao’s jaw dropped, and Lan Xichen’s eyes got really big.

“Not joking,” Nie Huaisang clarified cheerfully. “Totally serious.”

“Excuse me,” Lan Xichen said, getting up very quickly. “I need to – go see –”

He didn’t even bother finishing the sentence before rushing off.

“Go with him,” Nie Mingjue said to Jin Guangyao, who blinked owlishly at him. “It’s going to be a shitshow, isn’t it? Politically, I mean.”

“Uh,” Jin Guangyao said.

“Really, da-ge,” Nie Huaisang said. “The notorious ostracized-by-the-cultivation-world demonic cultivator Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch, is abruptly reintroduced to society as my intended bride, only to be stolen away by the Lan sect’s Second Jade, the second most desirable bachelor in the cultivation world, in the middle of a wedding party thrown by Lanling Jin? I have no idea why you think this would so much as raise an eyebrow.”

“That’s a lot of words to say ‘shitshow’, which is why I didn’t,” Nie Mingjue said. “Meng Yao – Jin Guangyao – oh, fuck it, A-Yao, someone is going to need to keep their head about them and think about the political implications long enough to keep Xichen from getting himself into serious trouble, and you’re better at it than I am. Go help him. I’ll cover for you two here.”

Jin Guangyao still looked torn.

“Don’t listen to da-ge, he’s worrying too much,” Nie Huaisang volunteered his own opinion. “How much trouble can the Lan sect really get into over a matter of love?”

“I’m going at once,” Jin Guangyao said, and ran after Lan Xichen.

A moment later, Nie Huaisang handed the jar of wine back to his brother.

“Well done,” he said, voice much more neutral than it had been a moment before. “Assuming your goal was to deprive Sect Leader Jin of san-ge’s assistance while we define the situation to make it come out the way we want.”

“Couldn’t have done it without your timely assist,” Nie Mingjue said, pinching the bridge of his nose. He did so hate politics, and he hated being good at it even more. Truly there was nothing better, in Nie Huaisang’s opinion, than forcing his brother to relent and give in to the sneaky bastard half of his heritage. “Anyway, Sect Leader Jin is drunk and his heir is the groom, and thus occupied. It’s only reasonable that I, as the person with the next highest status, take charge of dispersing the news.”

“And by ‘dispersing the news’ you mean rehabilitate Wei-xiong’s reputation, get him reinstated in the Jiang sect, and arrange an appropriate marriage between him and Lan Zhan before anyone can complain about an inappropriate elopement, of course.”

“It’s called being efficient, Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue said.

“It’s called creating a countervailing alliance to the Jiang-Jin sect connection, getting both the Jiang sect and the Yiling Patriarch to owe our sect a favor – not to mention the Lan sect, too! – and conveniently also undercutting Sect Leader Jin’s authority just at the moment he’s trying to install himself as the new ruler of the cultivation world.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue said, finishing off the jar and putting it down. “I’m far too stupid to be considering any of that. Only good for swinging a saber, remember?”

Nie Huaisang sniggered.

“Yes, I remember,” he said. “You won a whole war against a much stronger, more numerous, and more unified force on Baxia’s strength alone, no brains required. How can I help? You want me crying or excited?”

“Whatever you think is best, Huaisang.” His brother solidified his scowling angry face, just the sort of thing a dumb brute might wear when dealing with politics that he was far too ignorant to understand. “Let’s go right some injustices, shall we?”

#mdzs #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #jin guangyao #lan xichen #my fic #my fics #plus one #mentalcarebear

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No Doubt About It

Pairing : OT7 x Reader

Genre : Angst? CEO!Au

Rating : pg15

Warnings : swearing, I have no idea how pawn shops work, Jimin is a jerk

Wc : 1.7k

A/N : Lord help me Idek what this is anymore... Thank you @agustdjoon for being my amazing beta! This fic would be a bigger hot mess if it weren’t for you lol Also this is supposed to be a two-shot so don’t @ me for keeping the ending as it is huhu. Place your bets, how long will I take to finish the second part? As usual, hope you like this hot mess~ Feedback is always welcome!

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Jungkook sat on the couch, typing away on his laptop. He didn’t even know what he was typing anymore, fingers moving over the keyboard without a thought. He should’ve been paying attention, but he couldn’t get the earlier events out of his mind.

Giving up on work, Jungkook leaned away from the screen, hands coming up to run through his hair, tugging on it in frustration. Why was something like that getting to him so much? He should be used to people talking shit by now but this time it stuck. Why? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was because they tried bringing you into it, but then again why was his mind fixated on it for so long?

Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back and rest against the couch. Cracking one eye open when he felt someone begin to play with his hair, only to close it again when he saw it was Hoseok.

“What’s on your mind, Kook-ah?”

Jungkook sighed, rubbing his face, “It’s just… what that asshole said before… I can’t get it out of my head.”

Hoseok glanced at Jin when he heard a scoff, raising a brow in question. Jin slammed his laptop shut and put it aside, face red from anger. “How dare that guy say something like that about our baby? Who the fuck does he think is he calling her a gold digger?”

Continuing to play with Jungkook’s hair, Hoseok was about to reply in hopes of calming Jin down when a quiet murmur caught everyone’s attention.

“What if he was right, though…?” Jimin asked, eyes downcast and lips tugged down into a frown, “Maybe she really is using us for money…”

The whole room fell silent. None of the boys made a sound; in that moment you could hear a pin drop. No one knew what to say, on one hand they loved you with their whole hearts and would never think such a thing, but on the other hand no matter how much they tried not to give into those thoughts, a part of their mind kept asking, what if?

Taehyung got up from his seat, walking over to Jimin and sitting beside him, “Don’t think that way. You know Y/N, you know she isn’t like that. She’s with us because she loves us, not for our money.”

“Do we really? What if it’s all just an act to get to us. This wouldn’t be the first time someone has tried this, you know?” Jimin replied, looking up to meet Taehyung’s eyes.

Scoffing, Taehyung abruptly stood up and started pacing, “Don’t compare them to Y/N. She is not like that and never will be! I’m not going to let you ruin what we have with her just because of a baseless doubt!”

Sensing a fight about to break out, Namjoon sat up straight, clearing his throat to get everyone’s attention, “Both of you, calm down. Y/N is upstairs, she can hear you if you argue right now.”

Taehyung looked away, jaw clenched in anger. Hoseok looked at Namjoon and gave him an appreciative nod, quietly thanking him for stepping in before something bad could have happened.

“We could ask for some money from her and see how she reacts,” Jin suddenly proposed, anger no longer present in his voice.

Hoseok stared at him in shock, did he hear him right? When no one replied, Jin shrugged, “I mean think about it, the maknaes are fighting over this and I know you people have doubts too, why not test her?”

“I agree with hyung,” Yoongi spoke up after staying silent the whole time, face void of any emotions as he did so, “it’s not a bad idea, we get to see if she’s really here for the money or not.”

Seeing how no one protested against the suggestion, Taehyung sputtered, “That’s a terrible idea. Where will she get the money? We’re the ones who made her quit her job, this is absolute bullshit!”

Maybe it was pettiness after the little argument with Taehyung or perhaps it was simply because he wanted to test you, Jimin agreed right after Taehyung’s little rant. The others humming in agreement or vocally letting the rest know that they were in, it was decided between them that they would ask for some money from you as a ‘test’, much to Taehyung’s chagrin.

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You hummed happily as you walked downstairs to check if the boys were back and maybe get some food. You hadn’t eaten anything the whole day, too busy working on the book you were writing. Usually at least one of them would check up on you and if you had eaten if they were at home. You smiled to yourself at the thought, how lucky you felt to have the fortune to call such amazing people yours. You’d always be grateful for everything they did for you, they were the reason you had enough courage to leave your job and follow your dream of being a writer.

Your smile dimmed as you stepped off the stairs, Taehyung was sitting on the couch alone, a frown on his face. Walking to him, you sat down beside him, placing a hand on his lap as you looked at him. You couldn’t help but smile when you felt him grab your hand and squeeze it tight.

“What happened Tae, why the long face?”

Taehyung sighed at your question, refusing to meet your eyes when you tried looking at him, “I..I need your help, Y/N.”

“Help with what, bub? I’ll try to assist you in any way I can.”

He finally looked at you, tongue slipping out to lick his lips, “I need some money…”

Your eyes widened, Kim Taehyung, one of the CEOs of Bangtan Co. was asking for money? This had to be something serious.

“Why?”

“It’s eomma… she’s sick. I can’t withdraw enough money at once from the bank due to previous withdrawals… I don’t know what to do.” Taehyung explained, voice thick with sorrow.

“How can I help, baby?”

He bit his lips, seemingly contemplating his words before saying, “Can you lend me some money? The others are going to chip in too but it’s not going to be enough.”

“How much do you need?” you asked, already trying to formulate a plan in your head.

“Approximately three million won”

You sucked in a breath at that, how were you going to get that much? You shook your head at the thought, “How soon do you need it?”

“As.. as soon as possible.” Taehyung answered, hesitation clear in his voice.

Nodding, you got up from the couch, Taehyung looked at you in question as you did so, “I have to go right now, but don’t worry Tae. I’ll try my best to come up with something.”

He said nothing as he watched you rush out of the house, frowning to himself at your departure.

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“So how was it? How did she react?” Jimin asked, as he and the others strided into the room where Taehyung remained seated.

“She left.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened at his words, “What do you mean she left? Where did she go?”

“I don’t know. All she said was she had to go and that she’d come up with something,” Taehyung answered, his frown only getting deeper as he spoke. Maybe Jimin was right after all? No he couldn’t think like that.

“So let me get this straight,” Yoongi started, looking at Taehyung with furrowed brows, “You asked her for money, and she left? After saying that she would ‘come up with something’?”

“Precisely.”

Jimin scoffed and rolled his eyes, “I was right then. She’s with us for the money.”

As much as the others wanted to argue, no one said a word.

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The bell chimed, alerting anyone inside of your arrival as you stepped into the little pawn shop. Eyes darting around nervously before they settled on the man tending to the cash register. You gulped, wringing your hands together as you slowly walked towards him.

“How may I help you today, ma’am?” the man asked, giving you a smile.

“I’m here to pawn some jewellery?” You answered, though it felt more like a question when you did so.

“Of course. What are the items you want to pawn?” he inquired, the smile never leaving his face.

You fidgeted in your place for a second, contemplating if this was what you really wanted before deciding that yes, this was what needed to be done. Taehyung asked for your help, and you were not going to turn your back on him. Not after everything he and the others did for you.

Taking off the diamond ring that you had gotten from your mother, you placed it in front of him. Then your hands raised to unclasp the necklace that hung around your neck before placing it down too. You smiled wistfully at the items; the necklace was a gift from the boys for your first anniversary while the ring was your late-mother’s. It was the last thing you had to remember her by but now you had to part ways with it, even if it was only for a while.

“Is that all?”

“Yes,” you started, looking him in the eyes, “how much are they worth?”

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It was near midnight and you still weren’t home. Jin paced around in front of the entrance, while the others sat or stood around, all of them worried.

“Where is she?” Hoseok exclaimed, anxiously running a hand through his hair.

“Ran away when she realised she wouldn't get any money, I bet,” Jimin chimed in, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he leaned back into his seat.

Taehyung growled, speed walking towards the man and grabbing him by the collar, “I am tired of you. No one fucking asked you to stay up and wait for her.”

“Taehyung!” Namjoon shouted, rushing towards the duo alongside Jungkook to break them apart, “Now is not the time to fight.”

“Then tell him to either leave or to keep his mouth shut,” Taehyung hissed, glaring daggers at Jimin who just rolled his eyes again and remained silent.

Hoseok sat on the couch and watched the scene unfold in front of him in worry, “Where are you Y/N-ie?”

#thebtswritersclub #bangtaninn #blackswannet #ot7 x reader #bts fic #bts x reader #bts angst #ceo!bts #bts au #castlebangtan

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