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cherrychilli · 2 months ago

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18+ Steve Harrington x f! reader, perv! Steve, best friend! reader Masturbation(m), voyuerism (f) implied PIV sex, very teeny tiny mention of body horror. Nothing graphic I prommy. WC:2.7K

A/N: Pervy Steve being pervy once again. Reader's a bit of a weirdo herself. Enjoy!

Steve's already beginning to regret his decision.

It's a sobering realization as he tries to think back on the last time he played ball with the team. Or with anybody for that matter. A long long time ago, he gulps.

The thing was, stacking VHS tapes at Family Video was certainly a far cry from the kind of exercise he used to do back in Highschool. Barely breaking a sweat. His breath remaining controlled and nowhere near labored.

And now here he was, damn near wheezing as he tries to catch up to you as your jog ahead of him, although if there's one thing that's making this hellish jog tolerable its that he gets to watch your ass bounce underneath those little shorts of yours.

"Just two more blocks, Stevie c'mon", you called over your shoulder at him as he sourly trudges on, making a mental note to never get roped into one of your fitness kicks again.

Throat hoarse, knees shaky and sweat aplenty, he manages a thankful smile at the sight of your house, the both of you agreeing to stop there because it was much closer than his own place.

Both his and your Nike's crunch over the gravel that fills your drive way, now much prettier lined with your mother's hydrangea bushes in full bloom. Fresh bunches of pastel blues, purple's and yellows attract buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies alike. It's beautiful enough to make Steve forget about the way his ankle clicks with every step after jogging up the slope that lead to your home.

"So, what are you going to stitch these onto next?", he gestures to the hydrangeas and your whole face lights up ecstatically. "I'm not sure just yet but I can't wait until I find something good enough".

It was no secret that you liked florals, most of your clothes featuring some kind of posy, big or small. But for the items that didn't have any, you learned quickly with a needle and some thread, embroidering all kinds of flowers onto your clothes and other belongings - cushion covers, tote bags, the pockets on your jeans, pillow covers and whatever else you could leave your mark on.

Walking up to the porch that wrapped around your house, the windchime tinkles above your heads as you work your key into the lock, the sound reminding Steve of clinking champagne glasses together which in turn reminds him of how positively parched he is.

When you get the door unlocked and step aside, you let Steve walk ahead of you this time, sensing his impatience as he heads into the kitchen, pouring the both of you a tall, chilled glass of ice water each.

You thank him and sip at yours, amused at the sight of Steve chugging his down. Well, not just amused. A rivulet runs down his chin and snakes down the length of his throat as his adams apple bobs up and down, dampening the sweat soaked collar of his shirt even more.

Putting your empty glass down, you discreetly turn your back to Steve, bringing your hands up to pinch your cheeks hard, as if it might help force out the weird but not exactly unpleasant feeling that sprouted as you watched him trying to quench himself. It wasn't the first time it's happened either. Just a side effect that came with being friends with the former King Steve you supposed. It was during times like this that you could see why so many wanted his attention.

Steve on the other hand hasn't noticed your reaction, only that the pleasantly chilly relief that washed over him is short lived when it comes time to head up to your room. It's on the second floor so Steve frowns at the sight of your oak staircase, slowly but heatedly ascending it, cussing all throughout the way. You're just so tickled by it, his silly disdain making you giggle.

Feeling sorry for him, you insist on letting him go in and shower first because it was the polite thing to do. There's a little back and forth exchanged between you two when Steve begins to feel a little embarrassed and suggests you head in first seeing as it was your bathroom but you press on until eventually you get him to give in.

"Alright alright. I'll be out in ten" he tells you, picking up his duffle bag containing a fresh pair of clothes for him to change into, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

He sticks to his word, making sure to wrap up in under ten minutes because he hated keeping you waiting. But perhaps most importantly because he didn't want you to think he might be doing something he shouldn't.

It's something he's always been cautious about for a long time now. Many a time he's showered in your bathroom, carefully observing all of the products that make you smell as nice as you do. It's all innocent except that he can never shake knowing how you shed your clothes in here. How you work in your cranberry shampoo in your hair. How you squirt your cherry blossom body wash onto your loofah and run it over every inch of your body - your legs, between your breasts, your belly your --

Whipping his head side to side just in time like that might help eject the thought from his head entirely, he's able to snap out of it, toweling off and shoving his clothes on before taking a moment to compose himself.

Coming out, Steve nearly walks into you when he interrupts you in the middle of pulling off your socks and dropping them into the wicker basket by the bathroom door.

"I'll just be a couple of minutes" you tell him but you both know it'll be a little longer than. You weren't one to skip over your haircare and skincare routines. Not that Steve minded.

When the door clicks shut behind you Steve lays down on your bed, the soft mattress feels like heaven on his back after that cursed jog and it's all made even better because your sheets and your pillows smell like you.

He could have dozed off right there if he wanted but his mind keeps working. It makes him wonder. Having spent the night a few times he knows you throw on a pair of modest shorts and a wrinkled sleep shirt two sizes too big for you. But was that how you always tucked in for the night?

Were you the type to forego the shorts? maybe leave on a pair of panties under that billowing shirt? or did you discard that too? panties and nothing else. Or maybe you took those off too if the conversation he'd overheard you having with Robin was to believe.

"I feel like I'm on the menu, man. Barbeque all day. I pretty much live in my shower when I get back home that I might have to start paying rent for it", Robin comments on the heat.

"Shit, me too. Nights are the worst though", you reply, using a leaflet someone had handed you out on the street to fan yourself.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Sometimes I don't even towel off and that's how I get to sleep. No clothes, no covers. Just praying it doesn't get hotter. And that I don't wake up in a pool of my own sweat in the morning, you know?"

Oh fuck oh god no.

Steve stares down at his sweats, horrified to find the very evident outline of his cock tenting between his legs. And what's worse, he knows all too well that it won't go down on its own unless he takes care of it himself. It's always been this way. His dick is anything if not persistent.

He looks around your room in panic, surveying carefully. He knows he can't finish the way he usually does, messy streaks splattered on his soft belly. He needs something to clean up the mess without you finding out. That's when his eyes land on the dirty laundry hamper you'd used not even fifteen minutes ago.

Steve scrambles off the bed, approaching your hamper of dirty laundry. He can still hear the shower running inside, letting him know that he probably still has a little more time left.

Looking thoroughly, Steve figures you must have done your laundry recently because all that's there is a couple of t-shirts and...

He picks up one of your socks as it lays at the very top of the little pile, slightly damp but still plush and soft, a little sprig of lavender embroidered near the top by the Nike logo.

Just knowing you'd worn it makes his dick twitch and though it's a couple of sizes smaller than some of the socks Steve's used for the very same purpose, he guessed it'll be a tight fit but possible.

Quietly shuffling back into your your bed, Steve's quick to pull the waistband of his sweats below his cock and his ass.

He spits into his hand to slick it up and down his length, finding even more embroidered items neatly spread in every corner of your room -- a row of sunflowers running up your curtains, fuchsia colored tulips on your blanket, daisies on the robe you've left folded over your desk chair.

He thinks himself rotten for doing this. Using something of yours to help get him off. Especially something of yours which you'd gone through the trouble of making look nicer.

Although, if he's being completely honest, knowing that kind of makes him want to do it so much more.

To corrupt. To taint. To claim.

Steve gently, but with a sense of urgency, pulls your sock over his length. Groaning, he guessed right about it being a tight fit but that just makes the sensation all the better.

The slippery slick fibers makes him think of your mouth - your pretty lips when you're both outside, trying to beat the heat with a couple of cherry popsicles. Your red tongue always wrapped around the sweet treat in a way that Steve could never do but watching you suck at it and take it in inch by inch down to the bottom was just as good to watch too.

There was no dry chafing as he kept at it, precum soaking into the cotton too to help keep things wet and glide his cock through. Looking up at the ceiling he thinks of you on top of him. What he'd give to watch your tits bounce in front of his face, to hear the springs beneath your mattress groan and strain the harder you bounced on his cock.

"Oh Jesus, fuck", eyes squeezing shut. At this point he knows he's getting close, and all wants to think about before he cums is you coming out of your bathroom, draped in your bathrobe. The black satin one, although if you were emerge in that thick baby blue one you seem to favor you'd get no complaints from Steve about it.

His hand pumps harder and harder, picturing you undoing the sash from around your waist, pulling it open and letting it fall to the floor and pile there. The little pink Dahlia you'd stitched into it still visible where it sits on the floor.

"No clothes, no covers", Steve recalls you saying and that's exactly how he pictures you, draping himself over your nude body, touching and kissing you all over. Surrounded by the scent of you, pressing his nose to your pillow. He wants to know what you smell like if you were to let him bring his face between your legs. The soft scratch of your bush tickling his nose, the warm tangy slick collecting on his tongue as he runs it up between your folds, never forgetting to kiss your clit before he sucks it.

And that's what does it. Hips twitching, toes curling, eyes so close to rolling back into his head. Steve empties himself into the sock, filling it with the thick, sticky cum he'd much rather pump into you if you'd ever let him.

"Well, thanks for cleaning up Stevie"

He shoots up in your bed, horrified at being found out like this -- for fuck sake he's even still got your soiled sock fitted over his cock.

"I didn't hear the door open..." he wants to crawl out of his own skin and slip into somebody else'. Literally anyone else who isn't him would do.

"Oh don't worry about that. I caught an eyeful peeping through the keyhole." you walk over in your cotton shorts and t-shirt.

"So, what were you thinking about"? you cock your head to the side all inquisitive.

something about the way you're composing yourself tells Steve that you're neither mad nor trying to embarrass him. So there's no point lying at this stage is there?

"You", he admits shamefully. Like a puppy who'd chewed up the furniture.

"Oh yeah?", you inch closer to him, eyes dropping for a second to get a look at his limp cock still stuffed to the brim inside your sock.

"Would you like to feel the real thing? if your friend isn't too tired to come out and play that is", you wink at Steve who can only look back at you with his mouth agape.

"Yea-Ye-sur-yup. Yeah, I can do that", he sputters, cock already turning stiff again.

"Good, now lets get this thing off", you carefully peel the sticky sock off of his cock, stringy blobs of cum left behind.

"Wow, that's a lot. Have you always cum this much?", you ask with amazement, collecting some of it onto the pad of you index finger before rubbing it against your thumb. So slippery. still warm. so tempting to suck it right off your fingers.

"Only when I think of you", Steve confesses with a smile and it makes you feel ecstatic to hear it.

"Okay. Prove it", you grin, challenging him. Jumping on to Steve's lap where you can feel his dick already springing up again.

"Oh, you're really in for it now", he grins back, determined to leave you so sticky that you'll both need another shower to wash it all off again.

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Morning comes, sunlight pouring in from between the curtains and he finds himself alone in your bed, alarm bells about to ring when he sits up to find you busy at your desk.

"Morning", You smile at him and it makes Steve feel a little silly for thinking you might have walked out on him.

"What you got there?" he tries to peer at the desk and you swivel your chair towards him, holding up a black t-shirt Steve recognizes as his own.

"Like it?" you look at him hopefully, finger tapping at the pocket on the left.

His heart begins to cartwheel, doing all kinds of gymnastics in his ribcage when we sees it. A bunch of powdery blue hydrangeas looking like they're emerging from inside his pocket.

"it's beautiful", he tells you honestly, pulling on his boxers to join you at your desk, running his thumb along the pretty stitching.

"So...would you mind if I made one to match?" you ponder cautiously, afraid it's too soon. Afraid of scaring him off.

"Yeah? you want everyone to know you're my girl?", he grins right in your face, his nose brushing yours. Exactly the opposite of what you'd feared.

The butterflies in your stomach delight in being referred to as his girl, a whirlwind of them fluttering their wings wildly.

"Mm...maybe I'll just stitch your mouth closed instead", you sass him just for fun rather than inflate his ego.

"Hm...but then I wouldn't be able to eat your pussy the way you like it", he counters easily.

That makes your face feels warmer and warmer, like you'd been standing out in a sunbeam without an umbrella.

"Fine. Wouldn't want a perfectly good mouth go to waste", you shrug.

"But one wrong move and it's the needle for you, Harrington", you point the sharp end at him, blue thread still looped through the other end. Your threat merely jest and nothing more.

"I'd be happy even if one day you decide you'd like to stitch us together". he says plainly. Not at all like the other remarks when it was more than clear that he was joking with you.

It shakes you for a fraction of a moment but the corners of your mouth pick up into an enamored smile. There's a big difference between wanting to be with someone and wanting to be attached to someone. You know he doesn't mean it in the literal sense but fucking hell, do you love the sound of it. To share the same blood coursing through your veins, to share the same flesh, to share the same scars once the stitches dissolve away.

No one without the other.

"Okay", you lean forward to press your lips to his. "That can be arranged".

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington #perv! steve harrington #stranger things smut #stranger things #perv steve harrington #perv! steve

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piracytheorist · 7 months ago

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So about that grenade pin...

On first glace, this is certainly a top-notch proposal scene. A spy and an assassin, who are hiding their identities from each other, arranging their marriage for mutual benefit while fighting criminals, and the proposal ring coming out of a grenade pin, followed by an explosion from said grenade behind them? It's so absolutely badass and fun and as wacky as the story goes.

But I also like over-analyzing this story and making that everyone's problem, so I would like to share with you my thoughts on the symbolism of that gesture.

1. It's unconventional.

Twilight's original plan was to use the diamond ring from the repossessed artifacts to propose to Yor. In his mind, he wanted to create a family that's as conventional as it gets, in the hopes that it won't attract too much attention. Losing that diamond ring is a sign by the narrative that there was actually no chance this family would be anything but extraordinary. A grenade pin is not only unconventional for a proposal ring, it's also the result of impulsive thinking, of using what he has on hand.

Over time, this family will cause Twilight especially to act more impulsive than he's used to. All three of them will also be able to be themselves within this family, without putting any acts - Yor has already started feeling more confident than what she started as. There won't be any need for fancy diamond rings, or for any part of the family to be the perfect husband, wife or daughter. They will feel free to be themselves and know that they won't be judged for their secrets.

2. It represents the life of violence both Twilight and Yor are living.

Being in dangerous situations, protecting themselves from such dangers, and killing people is by now second nature to both of them. Throwing a grenade at a group of thugs after them is nothing out of the ordinary for them. It's very fitting to connect that with the thing that brought them together - the mutual need for a cover spouse.

But it also represents a truth; Twilight lies to Yor about the reason why he's being pursued by murderous thugs, and Yor lies to Twilight about how she became so good with self defence tactics. There's a TON more violence in their lives than they let on. The grenade ring is kind of a symbol of all that violence they're hiding from each other, and almost like an admittance of it, from the narrative at least.

3. Despite its catastrophic nature, it's a gesture of defence.

Twilight might have stolen back the stolen art pieces, but getting shot at by the first thieves was not a fair retribution. Plus, they weren't shooting just at him, they were also shooting at Yor, without knowing for sure whether she was an accomplice or not. She did kick a few of them unconscious but neither that nor taking the art pieces back guaranteed the death penalty. So he was acting out of defence when he threw the grenade at the people shooting at him AND Yor. Yor, on her own, only attacked a thug when she saw he was directly targeting Loid, so she was also acting in (self) defence.

And this parallels the reason behind their motivation for their jobs; Twilight wants to stop a war from happening and to avoid all the pain and casualties brought by one, and Yor wants to stop violent people from causing pain to her family or other innocent people. It is dirty work, without any consideration of their own innocence and well-being, but it's one they do for someone else's peace and safety.

That's what that grenade did. It killed the thugs, but it kept both of them safe.

4. They're a match of weirdos.

I don't think I need to point out how downright wacky it is for someone to propose with a grenade pin. We joke like "If my significant other doesn't propose to me like this they shouldn't even bother" or something, and it's a good joke, but in reality we would be horrified to see someone pull a pin from a grenade, throw it at a group of people, then propose to us with that same pin while those people are being blown to pieces right next to us. We would also be horrified at the prospect of us being the person to pull the pin and propose like that.

Yet neither Twilight nor Yor find any of this weird in the slightest. Twilight doesn't hesitate for a second to use the pin as a proposal ring while he's reciting his vows to her, and Yor accepts it wholeheartedly and even looks at him with admiration, not even worrying about the fact that this near stranger is holding her hands in his - a kind of proximity that would normally cause a violent reaction from her.

Not only is neither of them weirded out by the whole situation, not only do they not suspect the other might find this whole thing weird... their inner thoughts even match here. Cause the main feeling in that moment, for both of them, is a kind of relief that their plan for a cover spouse was successful, much faster and much easier than anticipated, and a security that they don't have to fake their feelings to each other. Until Twilight's mission and Yor's real job do them part.

I can't be certain how much of all that was intentional, but it was fun looking for what that grenade pin could symbolize. And I'm always down for an excuse to go meta on this story :D

(anime only here, don't spoil me for the manga)

#Spy x Family #sxf meta #twiyor #500

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luxcuriousao3 · 2 months ago

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Not-So-Creepy Landlord!König Part Three

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Warnings: none Notes: he baby WC: 843

Your landlord was odd.

That wasn’t news—you’d known from the second you met him that he was a grade A weirdo—but what was news was that he was also strangely… sweet?

You supposed he had always been sweet—he had started helping you with your groceries after only a few weeks of you living there, after all—but you hadn’t noticed, too busy thinking he was plotting your murder.

(You weren’t yet entirely convinced that he wasn’t. Just… mostly convinced. Enough to let your guard down a little bit more.)

But it was hard not to see it, once your eyes had been opened. His awkward attempts at conversation, when he told you little bits about his childhood in the apartment where you now lived, were less offputting, and more endearing. The way he pretended to be sweeping the lobby so he could carry your groceries to your door was no longer creepy, but kind. And the grin he gave you when he sat down at your too-small table as you poured him a glass of lemonade was honestly kind of adorable, despite the gruesome scars twisting the expression of joy into something straight out of a horror film. The happiness just radiated off him, his massive form folded and squished and hunched over to fit into the chair. He did it with ease, and you wondered how long it had been since he’d fit in one.

It was the third time you’d let him into your apartment to put your groceries away, the little routine the two of you had established finding a permanent place in your schedule. You expected him to wait at your door instead of running off, now, bouncing on the balls of his feet, eager for his reward. He was a little like a dog, in that way. A huge, scary-looking, stray that just wanted to be told he was a good boy.

You’d always liked dogs. Especially the big ones.

“I planted lilies in the garden,” König said as he drank lemonade. “Did you see?”

“I did,” you answered, leaning against the counter. “They look beautiful. Lilies are my favorite, you know.”

“I know,” König said earnestly, looking very proud of himself. “You told me before, when I gave you a tour of the apartment.”

“And you remembered?” You asked, surprised and more than a little touched.

“Ja,” he replied, nodding. He went to take another sip of his lemonade, but then frowned down at the cup when it came up empty. “I remember everything you say.”

And… that was kind of weird, but again, also weirdly sweet.

“Do you want more?” You offered, and König looked up at you, blinking those perpetually sad, perpetually big blue eyes at you. If you stared at them too long, you started getting the urge to wrap him up in a blanket and give him hot chocolate. It was unnerving.

“You usually shoo me away as soon as I finish,” he pointed out, and you coughed in embarrassment, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Well, I can certainly do that, if you want—” you started, only for König’s eyes to widen as he shook his head rapidly.

“Nein! Nein. I would like some more, please,” he answered quickly, holding out his glass to you. You huffed, half annoyed, half amused, and refilled it before giving it back. He smiled shyly at you. “Danke.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed in reply, then turned towards your sink and made a face at the pile of dishes that had accumulated. Not having a dishwasher was turning out to be quite the adjustment.

“Is something wrong, Ma— Fraulein?” König asked, and you glanced over your shoulder to see him watching you with a furrow between his red brows. You waved a hand at him dismissively.

“It’s nothing,” you insisted, turning on the faucet and starting to tackle Mount Dishware. “Just not a fan of doing dishes by hand, is all.”

König was quiet for so long, you almost forgot he was there. By the time he spoke up again, you were already halfway done.

“I have ordered a dishwasher,” he declared, and you nearly dropped the plate you were holding in your shock. “Someone will come to install it in three days.”

“Wait, what?” You stuttered, clutching your chest with a soapy hand as you waited for your heart to stop racing. For such a big guy, König could be worryingly silent.

“The dishwasher will get here tomorrow. I chose overnight shipping. But I could not get someone out here until Thursday.” König’s shoulders were hunched, his chin tucked to his chest. “I am sorry, M— Fraulein. I will do your dishes for you until then.”

“What— I don’t have the money to buy a dishwasher!” You replied, a tad hysteric. “Or pay for its installation!”

König’s frown deepened, and he tilted his head to the side a little, like a confused puppy.

“You did not buy it,” he said. “I bought it. Just now.”

You gaped at him, wide eyed and speechless.

Yeah. Your landlord was so odd.

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robotlyra · 8 months ago

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So I heard good things about the movie Conclave, so as a dutiful little post-Catholic weirdo with lingering baggage, I gave it a watch and was thoroughly entertained. I highly recommend it.

But one of the reasons why it's been getting so much discussion is that people keep comparing it to Drag Race and making it out to be this campy drama full of gossip and machinations. And while those elements are there, and I certainly endorse taking that approach to analysis, I also can't help but wonder. I wonder if the reason why people are clocking it as a glam gossip drama is because they don't have enough lived experience with Catholicism, and its most vociferous adherents that they can't clock the sincerity when they witness it.

There is a mundane hierarchical jockeying aspect to it, and that cannot be denied, but the true fascination in the experience, the creeping horror of it, is to see dudes who have completely convinced themselves of their own self righteousness that they believe Performative Humility is Genuine Submission to God's Will. There's a bit that carries through the film that says "nobody who acts like they WANT to be pope SHOULD be pope", but that unto itself is a form of performance. It's the most insidious kind of grandstanding because it's the kind that can convince the performer themself that it's genuine. It can make them think: "I've eaten enough humble pie to prove I'm a good person, so I don't have to continue the work of self examination."

In my opinion, that sort of performance has less in common with high glam ego-driven drag competition, and more in common, say, with online political posturing, the contest to appear most sociopolitically aware and self-flagellatory. To prove how good one is by being loudest about confessing how bad one is. And maybe some people aren't ready to make that connection because they don't want to believe that old dudes in church are capable of the same kinds of mental gymnastics to pursue their own self-interests as the most liberated, educated, and media savvy online commentator.

#conclave #catholicism

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lovelylonelinesssvt · 3 days ago

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Back To You-Jeon Wonwoo

Pairing: idol!Wonwoo/friend!Reader

Word Count: 10k

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, denial of feelings, idiots in love, slooow burn, some suggestive smut

Summary: What happens when the universe suddenly wants to test your friendship? Your feelings? Are you two mature enough to talk to be strong? Is this just young naïve love between best friends? What happens when there’s no communication between you and Wonwoo?

Misunderstandings, overthinking, hiding feelings, not thinking straight, denying the truth and even joking about it will test you; Not to mention being far from each other changes everything. Perspectives and feelings are on the line. Wonwoo is your best friend, but being best friends with an idol is a lot harder than it seems and even harder if you work with him and enter the chaotic world where SVT exists.

“I never thought the universe, God or whoever that is above us will be so against me”

General warnings: explicit language, sort of insults, mentions of death, grieving, nicknames (Sun, babe, weirdo, baby, Pea) accident, mentions of blood, temporally memory loss, drinking, sexually suggestive situations, sexual tension, friendly bullying/teasing and a very hurt not thinking straight and mean Wonwoo for a little bit but apologizes later.

SPECIFIC WARNINGS for this chapter: The mention of Wonwoo’s mom passing away and I mean no disrespect about it. May she rest in peace, I am not assuming this is how Wonwoo would react or feel. I mean no disrespect to him or to his family about that topic.

This fic will be divided into chapters

Big shout out to Luna (@belovedgyu) who motivated me to try and post this. Thank you!

2014

“So, this is goodbye?”

“For now, but I’m pretty sure we’ll see each other again” You said smiling with tears in your eyes “at least I know I will see you on TV and all over the internet and the music shows”

“You don’t know that Sun, I might not even debut” Wonwoo said, he certainly didn’t know what his future looked like, and it was a gamble whether he was going to debut or not

“You will Won, I know you will”

“You’re going to be back, right?” he asked with hope in his eyes, it was going to be the first time both of you were going to be apart for long

“Of course! You’re not getting rid of me that easy Wonwoo”

“I’m going to miss you Sun” Wonwoo said looking down. Suddenly, his phone started to ring loudly “damn it”

“Take it, it might be important”

“No, you’re more important” he declined the call looking back at you and smiled “I really want you to be happy Sun”

“I want you to be happy Woo” you said, now more than ever you were feeling the weight of what it meant to go abroad. You were not only leaving your family, but you were also leaving your best friend. You sighed and whispered looking down “I love you Woo”

“Sun?” he lifted your chin and looked straight into your eyes and whispered “I love you too”

You stared at each other smiling, a bittersweet love you were exchanged that day, leaving to your own interpretation of those three powerful words.

Out of all days it held a special meaning, you were leaving Korea to study abroad and Wonwoo was training and fighting hard to debut and that left no other but a sad goodbye that both of you hoped it wasn’t for long.

One last hug held too many emotions, too many words left unsaid and just a promise remained

“Promise you’re my Sun”

“Promise you’re my Woo”

May 2015

At the small stage, 13 boys were all lined up, a few cameras pointed at them while listening carefully to the instructions.

All of them turned to face the back of the stage which slowly started to lift a curtain revealing the people behind waiting to approach them, all the tension in the stage lifted and was filled with almost too many emotions, all 13 boys’ parents were there walking to them holding a small black box, cries and laughter filled the stage, every single one hugged their relatives. Each one placed a ring on the pinky finger of each member

“I’m proud of you”

“you’ve done well my baby”

“Good job son”

“I love you”

Every single sentence hit the right spot for each member considering how hard they’ve worked these years and everything paid off. Finally, they will have their debut as a group.

After an hour, the shooting of this special gathering consisting of family giving the members their respective group ring and a small performance ended, and the boys were allowed to leave and be with their family for the day and everyone decided to get dinner together filling the entire restaurant.

“Wonwoo?”

“mom” a woman with black hair and a white cap hugged him tightly, she held his face and smiled

Wonwoo took her hand and with his father next to her walked with the rest outside the building

“Someone has a gift for you as well” Wonwoo looked at his mother confused; he was about to speak when a voice behind him made him freeze on the spot

“Hi, Woo” a sweet, soft, melodic for him and almost like a whisper spoke, Wonwoo turned around and confirmed what he hoped he would find.

Standing there with a smile, the sweet smile he knew all too well, you were holding your hands behind you, your long hair falling on one side, wearing a simple but graceful light-yellow outfit fitted right for you, making you look just like he remembered you. Wonwoo smiled and he thought how this day was now the best day ever.

“Sun!” he ran to hug you lifting you up and immediately burying his face on your shoulder, he missed this and he missed you “my Sun!” he didn’t want to let go.

“Hey! my Woo made it” you whispered “I’m proud of you” after letting you go; you handed him a small black box. You smiled and Wonwoo could see how your cheeks were now slightly red “this is for you”

Wonwoo grinned and carefully with a big smile he opened it and there was a silver necklace with a music note and a sunflower. He gasped and immediately hugged you before he leaned back to kiss your cheek surprising you

“Thank you, Sun I love it!”

You smiled with rose cheeks, you were glad he liked it because you were scared it was too much or maybe too girly for him, but this was special, it had something that represented you.

You flew all the way back to Korea just for him, luckily you had your fare savings. You definitely had to be here as his best friend you couldn’t miss this day.

“Thank you, Sun. Come on you have to see the members again!” he grabbed her hand, but she stopped him “What?”

“I can’t be here for long Won, I actually ditched school to come here, and I already spent one whole day on a plane, totally worth it though” you giggled remembering her little white lie to skip school which oddly enough your mom agreed to back your story up. But soon that giggle faded remembering you just had mere hours to spend with your best friend “My flight leaves past midnight”

“But you just got here” he sighed defeated “how long do I have with you?”

“About 5 or 6 hours I think” Wonwoo looked at you then back at the restaurant across the street where the rest of the group was “we can go there for a little while, I really want to see them again, but I want at least 2 hours, you know just us before I have to leave to the airport”

“Definitely!” his eyes light up “come on!” you giggled because he looked like the small 6-year-old kid when you two met, even though he was a full-grown teenager now.

3 hours passed way too fast, you saw how everyone was so different from each other but also the same even if that does not make sense. It was so chaotic and full of energy, and it was exactly what Wonwoo needs in his life, and he fits so well. You were happy to see him comfortably in the group.

After a little while of catching up, or trying to catch up with everyone, Wonwoo and his parents knew it was time to leave.

You stood up and everyone looked back at you, you felt weird but tried to shake it off.

“Everyone, it was nice to meet you all, thank you for meeting me and I hope everything goes well from now on. Congratulations on the debut, I will be supporting you. Please take care of Wonwoo, fighting!” you bowed, and the members cheered and bowed back.

Wonwoo felt how suddenly all his energy was drained out and the realization of you leaving hit him like a bucket of cold water.

“Go son, we’ll wait here” Wonwoo’s mother patted his back, and you walked to her

“Thank you for picking me up and helping me” she bowed twice “I hope to see you soon”

“It was lovely to see you again dear, please take care and keep in touch” she smiled as she touched her cheek “aigoo my pretty girl”

“Love you eomoni” you smiled and bowed one last time, you looked at Wonwoo’s father and bowed “love you abeoji”

“Take care and be safe” he replied patting her head smiling “bring us something next time”

“Definitely”

You and Wonwoo walked out of the restaurant and looked at each other and like he was reading your mind, Wonwoo smiled and grabbed your hand

“There’s a convenience store around the corner that sells homemade chocolate muffins and cookies, they’re pretty great” Wonwoo exclaimed leading the way “not like the ones my mom bakes, but close enough” and both chuckled

“Ohhh! your mom makes the best chocolate muffins ever!”

Two hours passed by faster than you would’ve liked, between laughter, and updates on what happened in those 7 months apart. Now it was time, that painful part both of you dreaded since you saw each other again today.

A taxi stopped right in front of them, Wonwoo looked at the ground and suddenly he was speechless just like you. Holding your tears, it was now your turn to lift Wonwoo’s face and make him look at you.

“I knew you would debut; you have done amazing Woo. I know how hard you’ve worked” she smiled “you are so talented and I’m so very proud of you. I will be supporting you from abroad always until I come back, but you have to promise me some—"

“I will never forget you” Wonwoo said softly, and you smiled trying to hold back your tears. You hugged Wonwoo tightly not wanting to let go. You heard him whisper “I love you” three words she wanted to say so badly, but she knew she would break down if she does.

“You’re my Woo”

“you’re my Sun”

Closing the door of the taxi you and Wonwoo waved each other goodbye for now, as soon as both were completely out of sight of the other, tears flooded, and a bittersweet memory was once again tattooed in their hearts.

Both tried to reassure yourselves that, this wasn’t a goodbye, and you will be back soon, he won’t forget you

You two were best friends and that’s like forever, right?

2019

Time and distance really test every relationship, no matter how close or how far you are, it really is a way to see and test the bond two people have, including family.

As the time passed since 2015, you and Wonwoo had trouble having the time to talk but somehow managed it on your terms. It was complicated because of all the activities that filled his and your time, he had to work with new music, comebacks every 3 or 5 moths including promotions after promotions every comeback.

You tried to focus on your studies, originally pouring yourself on studying law, but then changing your opinion in the middle of the semester.

You found yourself, which was good, but the sudden change made you stay another 3 years due to the start over. You didn’t know you had more abilities than memorizing things which you thought was enough to study law, you liked it but it wasn’t until one of your teachers pointed out your extreme sense or organization but also full creativity, styling and when you were helping your roommate with some projects it made you question yourself and soon you made your choice.

Changing careers was such a dramatic turn, but you liked it, your family had doubts about it at first but supported it with the simple condition of you coming back home, they felt anxious and lonely without one of their daughters and your sister was missing her partner in crime at family gatherings.

Wonwoo? You didn’t truly know.

This was a full consequence of your choice because that made it even harder to keep in touch with Wonwoo. His schedule and yours were barely aligned, you made it work for a while, calls and video calls were a must every day, teasing him and the members about their hairstyles and wardrobe were your daily dose of fun and home.

The amount of mutual disrespect and banter on several calls had you laughing, wishing to be there and kick some of their asses.

Through the years— for a little while—you and Wonwoo found a rhythm, and the video calls were a must almost daily. It worked pretty great so far.

Updates on his schedule, you ranting about how sometimes you regret leaving but Wonwoo cheered for you. Wonwoo would get shy the moment you showed him you brought merch and how a very illegal shop had printed a pillow with seventeen’s faces, and you got one of him and Mingyu; he was not happy about it— not about the pillow with his face— he didn’t like that you had Mingyu’s pillow.

Wonwoo didn’t exactly know why though.

The calls were good, both of you were happy, you missed each other but it was working.

However, that changed.

With time one video call a day turned to be 2 a week, then 1 call every two weeks to 1 every month, then the calls turned into only texts, suddenly a call every few months was a win for both of you and soon those calls ended for a long period of time, the texts were there but somehow only to know if either of you were “good”

You thought constantly about him every time you opened YouTube, or any social media. You always cheered him up and without a beat buying and streaming SVT.

He often thought about you, he wanted to be more available but since seventeen started to get more recognition, his schedules and demanding perfection in every comeback, made it increasingly difficult to keep up with you.

You promised to always support him, and you always will even if the timing is never in your favor, even if you think you’re drifting apart and even if his life was supposed to thrive without you for now.

May 2021

“Wonwoo, what do you think?” a voice brought him back to the meeting the group were having with the managers and the representatives of PLEDIS

“I’m sorry about what?”

“The contract, are you okay with the contract? Would you like to add something, or do you disagree? The rest already shared their opinion, what do you think? Manager Jung asked trying to get his attention, Wonwoo thought about it deeply and had just one thought in mind, surprising everyone he replied.

“Will the dating ban be removed?”

“Dating?” Seungcheol asked surprised, out of all members, Wonwoo was one of the least to ask something related to that issue.

“Yes, will that rule be removed?”

“Well, it’s been over 5 years now, but we will have to be careful on how we address everything considering how your image as a single idol is more desirable and sells more and having a partner…” manager Jung paused for a second holding his pen looking at Wonwoo, then at the rest of the group “look I’m not dumb, I know some of you have already dated or are in a relationship right know, don’t deny it”

“No, we won’t deny it, but you have to agree that regardless of our relationship status we’ve done a pretty great job at hiding it and still giving it all for the team” Seungcheol spoke

“I know, I’m not saying it as a bad thing, I’m just letting you know we are well aware of everything that is going on among our groups” Manager sighed “the dating ban will be removed yes, but I will repeat myself, the way we address the situation is what matters, the way we announce the relationship has to be dealt with caution”

“Okay then, I’m fine with the terms”

“I must warn you all just like I’ve done it in the past with all of the artist, the dating ban might be removed, but that doesn’t mean we will support any wrong doings, such as partying, dating several partners, relationship issues such as rumors regarding who you date” Manager sighed “basically all we want is for you to be responsible, because all of those issues will not only affect you as individuals, it will affect the group and the status you’ve build not to mention the company and that will not be tolerated”

“We already know that. You made that pretty clear when my dating scandal came out” Jeonghan sighed and rolled his eyes

“That’s another issue we tried to—"

“No, you didn’t defend us, you didn’t defend me and that left no choice but to excuse myself for something that it wasn’t even true”

“You know that wasn’t me Jeonghan” Manager Jung rubbed his temples “that was out of my hands”

“It wasn’t, you just choose to not fight for him” Seungcheol rolled his eyes and took a deep breath “look all we ask from the company and from you is to support and help us in any case, not to take advantage of the situation”

“You know I’m on your side; I’m always on your side” they all knew that

“We know” Jeonghan sighed looking up “we just don’t want to go through that again”

“Specially not now, we’re starting to gain the popularity we have tried to get since debut” Woozi finally spoke after a few minutes “listen, we will renew the contract, but you seriously must keep your word, about being on our side and prove it to us. You owe us that much after everything”

“I will, but you have to help me here too, we just ask for responsibility” Manager looked at everyone “look as far as you guys don’t make a mess, create or fuel rumors and scandals we can all live a happily ever after with rainbows” Manager smiled while doing an imaginary rainbow above his head causing the members to chuckle at his tactics.

Despite the drama and issues, they have experienced these 5 years with PLEDIS, and the now Hybe issue, Manager Jang was truly an advocate for them, even if he made mistakes by not protecting them like he should, or like the company should, he was Seventeen’s support and he was their fan.

“you have a very strange way to try to lift up the mood hyung” Seungcheol chuckled shaking his head “So, to wrap this up, all of us agree on the terms of the contract as well to the warnings made from Manager Jung?” he said while standing up with all the members attention “if you have something to say do it now”

“It feels like what they say at weddings ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ but with the contract” Seokmin said trying to fake a voice and then let out a chuckle followed by a snort from Mingyu who was sitting next to him.

“Seriously?” Woozi rolled his eyes trying not to laugh and Seungcheol sighed

“Focus” Seungcheol raised his voice a bit and looked at everyone who nodded their heads meaning they agreed on everything they talked or at least most of it “it’s settled then”

The moment the meeting ended everyone left to carry on their plans. Wonwoo just needed a moment alone at home.

Seungcheol walked to Wonwoo and Mingyu who were about to get into the van who will drive them back to the dorm

“Wonwoo, is there something…” Seungcheol sighed not sure how to ask him“are you seeing someone?”

“No, I just remembered that rule that’s all” he shrugged and Seungcheol looked at him a little longer trying to figure out if he should push him to tell the truth or wait for him, so he chose the latest since it wasn’t the place or the moment to ask more about this. It was obvious something was bothering him about this special topic but knew better than to push Wonwoo, he has his own time and way to open up.

“Okay then, be safe see you guys tomorrow” Seungcheol waved at Mingyu who was already inside putting his seatbelt on

“See you later hyung” Wonwoo said closing the door and putting on his seatbelt, sighing he leaned back and closed his eyes.

Even with his eyes closed he could feel Mingyu’s eyes on him “stop staring”

“What is it Hyung?” Mingyu asked, tilting his head as Wonwoo sighed, it took him a minute to gather strength to open his eyes and look back at him. “it’s her, isn’t it?”

Mingyu always saw right through him. From the start, both had a connection that even if they have different personalities, the bond they created made it almost impossible to lie to each other and to not know if something is bothering them.

And Mingyu saw what he feared the most in Wonwoo’s eyes since he asked that question to the manager, sadness and heartbreak.

“It’s been too long since we last talked” he sighed

**All Seventeen members Renewed their contract under PLEDIS Entertainment**

Back to December 2019

You finally had a tiny break from your studies, taking it as your opportunity to visit your parents, God you were way too absorbed on getting good grades, and the fact you changed careers to start over a new one took more of your time than you expected. Not only to visit and talk to your parents, but to talk to Wonwoo as well, and that was frustrating, even though you both finally found a common day and talked two days ago for almost 3 hours.

Now you were hoping everything would go according to plan. You were going to make a surprise visit, only your sister Nari knew about this little surprise. With music on full blast, you started to pack your bags.

Those plans were cancelled and ruined.

Somehow fire was catching in your building and fast.

You had little to no time to think or act, you had been dragged out of the building by your neighbor, Jae? Jake? Josh? You didn’t remember his name but he helped you. Saved you.

Saved you, but you lost so much there.

“Pea!!” you heard a girl yell your name. turning around you saw a girl running along with other people “oh my god! Pea, are you ok?”

“Nana!” both of you hugged each other, the moment you hugged her tears finally came like a tidal wave “our apartment Nana”

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” she hugged you tightly with worry in her eyes “I don’t care about our stuff right now Pea, are you hurt?”

“I’m ok”

“That’s good.” Hannah looked at Jae who was talking to the phone, both exchanged a look and he nodded

“I have to go, I’ll see you around” he said to you now avoiding Hanna’s stare

“Thank you again”

The fire subsided slowly, firetruck’s sirens, firemen yelling and all the people surrounding the building left you speechless. The fire that spread to your apartment consuming everything on its path, leaving you and Hanna with almost nothing but ashes. How did this fucking happen? Why?

Everything you planned was gone. Everything inside that dorm was burning. Your plans to leave and visit your parents, to visit Wonwoo and to finally catch up with him, were all gone.

You saw how successful he’s been with his group, and you wanted to know everything, you wanted to tell him everything you’ve been doing and how your new career was making you happy and how you were planning to go back home soon, but all of that fell apart by flames.

After all the chaos was controlled, you could breath just a little.

It really was a bit comforting and painful to know some things were saved, you kept thinking how you lost two things you actually cared about.

A painting your grandma made, for you especially, a cherry blossom tree and a path with a tiny girl walking by, she was supposed to be you. Grandma said it would look pretty in your apartment and that you would have something of her with you. She gave it to you before you left, and she passed away.

The second thing you treasured the most was the first SVT album they released, Wonwoo sent it to you the moment they got their hands on the hard copies. The whole group signed it with a couple of jokes and some of them, more like Seokmin, Mingyu Seungkwan and Chan wrote a couple of times “Noona this is for you” knowing damn well you hated them calling you Noona.

What made it so special besides being the first album and everyone signing it, was the letter Wonwoo wrote, dedicated to you.

*.*.*.*.*.*

“You didn’t open it, right?”

“No Woo, I haven’t” you giggled throwing your bag and coat on your bed while holding your phone

You were on a call with Wonwoo, you didn’t know what time it was in Korea and you were worried it was too late there, but Wonwoo kept insisting to call once you got the package he sent.

“Now you can open it”

“Oh, I didn’t know I had to ask for your approval to open MY package”

“I sent it”

“I know” you rolled your eyes and picked it up while sitting on your bed

It was light, and it didn’t sound much, but something moved definitely

“What is it?”

“Just open it Sun” he laughed “wait! Turn the camera on, I want to see you”

“Okay but I don’t get to see you? How’s that fair?”

“Come on Sun today was lazy day, I didn’t even shave, I have spots and my hair is a mess”

“I’ve seen worse Jeon Wonwoo”

“Just turn the camera on Sun” you sighed as you finally turned it

You weren’t really a fan of video calls; a slightly low-quality video call made you question your beauty often. Nothing compared to Wonwoo who in 144p still looked like a young model even in this awkward teenager phase

“Okay, can I open it now?” you said a little bit frustrated as you settled the phone on the bed at a reasonable angle to capture your face and the package “please turn your camera on, I also want to see you”

“Fine” he turned it on, and you froze for a second before letting the most obnoxious snort and laugh ever “I knew it”

“Wow, Woo what happened?! Did a tornado hit you?”

“Open it Sun”

You smiled and chuckled opening the package, you started to complain about how tight and well glued the tape was around the box until you finally saw it

A silver with blue box, the cover had a logo and at the bottom in blue and white letters “17 Carat” seventeen 1rst mini-Album

You felt your heartbeat going faster that you thought it was going to burst, it looked so pretty, shiny and with all their signatures, little words of thank you and “Noona’s” written specially to annoy you but also in a way to show you their affection.

“Wonwoo” you let out in a whisper; it looked pretty and real oh so real.

“Open it” you could hear his voice was soft like he wanted to cry too

You did, now you noticed the moment you pulled out everything, that it had all the members photocards, both versions and that made you laugh a little

“it’s so…” you tilted your head and smiled bigger “you look cute here” you said lifting his photocard

“I’m not a fan of the bow though” he chuckled

“Oh my god!” you laughed a little too laud “Chan looks adorable! Oh, my I just saw the other set!”

You kept telling him how everyone looked good, how you found Soonyoung cute while holding the bow and how you wanted to tease Mingyu about his pose and how you envied Jeonghan’s hair

“you’ve talked about everyone but me” Wonwoo was almost pouting at this point. He wouldn’t say it directly, but the only opinion he cared and wanted to hear was his parents, his brother and yours.

“You want my honest opinion?”

“Yes”

“You look good, it is a bit awkward, but good”

“Awkward?”

“Yes” you giggled “you look good don’t get me wrong, but it’s new and it’s the first time I see you in something so, professional. I know you from before all this and I don’t know. But I do know that it suits you” you tilted your head with a smile “looks like you know how to pose”

“Is there something else?”

“Oh, a bag, wait what is this?” You took a tiny yellow bag, you felt it was something small, opening it you pulled out a necklace, a music note and a microphone. You smiled and chuckled, your eyes already tearing up

“It’s beautiful Woo” you couldn’t stop looking at it

It was silver, just like the one you gave him, this time the microphone represents him. You didn’t need him to tell you anything else about it, you knew it was something he wanted to give you so you two could have something from each other.

“Now, we match” smiling he raised his eyebrows “is that all in there?”

“I think so” you checked again and there it was, a small piece of paper folded in half “Oh! wait there’s something else”

“Read it, not out loud but yeah read it”

“Dear Sun

This is the first copy, I managed to pull my charm and ask for all the photocards to be in this one, I made everyone sign it, so I hope you like it.

Thank you, you’ve been supportive always. This album and so many more, if we do make it big, will be dedicated to you because you’re my Sun. I still think this is not real and I doubt myself, but you believe in me and that’s always enough.

This necklace is for you so you can have something of me with you, cherish it like I do

Thank you, my Sun”

“Wonwoo” you whispered trying to whip away the tears, the feeling of warmth filling your chest and how your heart swelled was a weird but nice feeling

“That’s for you, I just wanted…” he chuckled trying to hold his own tears, it all felt too personal, too emotional. How could it not be, you are his best friend “I wanted to say thank you”

*.*.*.*.*.

You remembered it clearly, vividly. Because it was the first time you realized how Wonwoo had a certain effect on you, but you still thought it was a friend thing.

The memory of that day, and the idea of losing all that hurt you in more ways than you thought it would.

They were saved.

The painting was kind of ruined, a couple of burns on the side and smoke ruined the soft pink colors of the tree. The album was also ruined on the sides, but it wasn’t much, and you finally cried.

It was all too much, losing your apartment and 80% of your things, and somehow you didn’t lose two of your most precious gifts.

“This is going to be hell”

You knew this was the beginning of so many things to solve, and it was not going to be easy.

The worst part? You didn’t had a way to contact him.

March 2020

“you’re all gloomy again” Mingyu sat beside Wonwoo taking a break from the practice, handing Wonwoo a bottle of water and sighed “still nothing?”

“Nothing” Wonwoo leaned back taking a sip “Gyu, it’s been months”

He thought you were busy with exams or projects, with your internship or something related to your career, it was the most common issue when you couldn’t call back.

He wasn’t that free either, but between comebacks, practice, recording songs and videos his time was too reduced and his schedule wasn’t helping.

The thing that bothered him was that no matter the time at least one text was delivered to each other, and now you don’t even text.

“it’s probably Uni or work, you know how hard it is to balance it all” Mingyu was always trying to be positive and look for the bright side and find the answer, Wonwoo appreciated it though.

“Right, Uni” Wonwoo sighed and looked to him “I don’t know if I should be worried or angry”

“Angry?” Mingyu scoffed, “you can be angry, but I think you shouldn’t be. I mean her life might be as chaotic as ours”

“Well, then I’m worried this covid thing is not helping either”

“I see a gloomy Wonwoo” Seokmin walked, more like danced towards Mingyu and Wonwoo “what can we do to cheer up a gloomy Woo” he kept dancing

Wonwoo just stared at him and for a moment he actually forgot he had them, he had the members and amongst his worries, he managed to smile and laugh at Seokmin’s tactics.

He forgot for a minute, but that was the issue only for a minute. He was thankful, somehow, Seokmin knew how to make him smile, he always knew how.

Just then, his day went from bloomy to bloomy and busy. It wasn’t like he forgot completely, but the whole group activities had him busy, occupied.

Most of the time he was distracted because it didn’t take you more than a month to reply to him, but now? Over 3 months and nothing.

He tried to convince himself that soon you will call. Soon you will tell him what’s going on and how Uni and work are doing.

Soon you will ask to know what he’s been working on, what song he’s writing, how his music shows have been, how many wins they got or how do the shows, going seventeen and tour are like.

Soon he will see you and he will be complete again

Soon.

You tried to reach out, so many times.

Tried to get his phone again but you couldn’t, you tried social media but come on, millions of followers and you knew he wouldn’t be able to see you.

You tried.

“Are you kidding me? Of course not!” Wonwoo was sitting in Jihoon’s studio reading the lyrics for the next song when Manager Jang walked through the door

“what’s up with him?” Jihoon turned his chair to look at Bumzu and Wonwoo sensing the tension the moment Manager Jang walked in

“I don’t care what she says, you know what we dealt with before, don’t give her any information you hear me?”

Wonwoo, Bumzu and Jihoon looked at each other but waited until manager Jang hung up

“what’s going on hyung?” Jihoon was the first to ask

“it’s nothing”

“Speak, if it has something to do with us, we deserve to know” Jihoon said with a more serious tone

“it’s a sasaeng probably” Manager Jang sighed “she’s trying to get information but we’re handling it”

“a sasaeng again?” Wonwoo leaned in placing the sheets down “the same one that tried to get in touch with Seungkwan?”

Manager Jang hesitated, he didn’t know if he should answer any more questions, he doesn’t want to worry them. They all need to focus on music right now.

“We don’t know yet” he sighed “but stay focused and don’t worry too much, I’m dealing with it”

“Yeah well” Jihoon rolled his eyes and tried to focus again on the rack

“Thank you hyung” Wonwoo was a bit on edge but thankful to actually see manager Jang dealing with whatever this was

“No problem, now focus and give us a banger”

“Always do” Jihoon raised an eyebrow and with a chuckle he kept testing the track

Wonwoo just smiled and kept trying to learn his part, but the more he read it the more he remembered how he also helped with this song, and why he wrote it

More like, to who

“Hyung” Jihoon said almost in a whisper, Wonwoo frowned and looked up, Jihoon looked at him a little bit worried but soft understanding that he didn’t need to say much

“You never call me hyung” Wonwoo chuckled looking down again, he could feel his stare

“Just when I’m worried”

“I know you are” he looked back up and leaned back on the couch “everyone is, but I’m fine”

“you’re not” Jihoon got up from his chair to sit next to him “you often forget how similar we are”

Wonwoo knows. Both feel and think often the same, and there are only 3 people who can actually know what’s going on with Wonwoo before he even knows.

Mingyu, Jihoon and you.

“Right, I keep forgetting” Wonwoo chuckled shaking his head while holding the sheets of the lyrics

“Are you sure you don’t want credits for this song?”

“I’m sure”

“What about the other one?”

“None of them, I’ll tell you if I change my mind”

“Hyung, you’ve helped me with a lot of songs, yet you barely want any credit for them”

“I don’t want…”

“You don’t want her to know”

Wonwoo just looked down, he helped writing songs, but he knew you were listening, and that made him chose not to give any hints that it was him who wrote them, because that meant to confirm that the reason for those lyrics, those feelings… That all of it was about you.

A full year passed and the more you tried the more you failed to get in touch with him, you even tried to send messages through social media, but it was no use.

He’s not ready for it.

Life apparently had other plans and issues, you had to deal with things way out of your control. Every minute of every day that you had to spend in that hospital —because of the damn covid— you thought of him.

When you got out you had to find a job and it was so hard during this pandemic, but your mind always thought of him, what he was doing, how he was doing.

It killed you not being able to contact him.

The universe really was against you for a while, everything that happened you felt was completely unnecessary. You knew you were strong but there was no need to test you like this.

What hurt the most was that it was little compared to the next test the universe would have in store for you and Wonwoo.

Something wasn’t right and you felt it, right in your gut. A really annoying ache in your chest, and a feeling of uncertainty that something was wrong.

Hanna saw it, how often you would be quiet holding your necklace distracted trying to act like you were actually paying attention to her.

“Pea, are you okay?”

“Yes, yeah why?”

“Alright, tell me what I just said” Hanna crossed her arms looking at you squinting her eyes, serious and almost offended that she was rambling for 5 minutes and you probably didn’t listen a thing she said

“You were telling me about Jay and how he was flirting with someone else when he clearly was interested in you at that party last month” you said while smiling at Hanna who rolled her eyes.

“Fine, you were listening” with a sigh her smile fell, and worry started to show. You knew what that meant “but your mind is not entirely here”

“No, it isn’t”

“Is this about Wonwoo?”

“Something is not right Nana” you were still holding and playing with your necklace shaped as a mic with a music note “and I can’t even get a hold of him. Nana I’m trying I really am”

“Pea, you know how this works, how idols work“ Hanna held your hand trying to give you some sort of comfort

“I know, I’m just worried” taking a deep breath you tried to shake your thoughts for a minute. Right now, Hanna needed a friend who listens to her rant, not some zombie.

Wonwoo was sitting on his parents’ couch, waiting for them to be ready and go out to eat since Wonwoo was on his tiny break. He was playing games with Bohyuk on his phone. His mind was somewhere else –with you— like always.

Taking breaths won’t stop you from feeling something is wrong, and now you’re feeling heavy and worried.

“We’re ready let’s go” Wonwoo’s father walked out his room with a smile to take his wallet from the side table.

Wonwoo’s mother came out a few seconds later with a soft blue dress, and a side braid laying down by her shoulder. She smiled but something was wrong and Wonwoo felt it.

His mother didn’t make it to the door, she fell right there in the hallway, she was so weak she couldn’t stand. She was burning up and she looked pale, she tried to say something, but she was too weak.

“let’s go” his mother’s voice was soft

Wonwoo was scared holding her telling her everything was going to be okay even if he wasn’t sure about that.

In an instant everything shifted, everything started to fall apart piece by piece and Wonwoo didn’t know how to stop it.

It took a little while for everything to be okay with his mother, she was weak and had health complications, but doctors assured them that it would be fine, she was going to be fine.

He wanted to believe them, but something wasn’t right.

His life was more chaotic now, pretending everything was okay, filming, recording and going to some events, shows and photoshoots distracted him for a little bit.

That didn’t last, at night everything came to him, overwhelming situations, worries and memories.

Everything was starting to be too much. Pretending to be okay on camera and sometimes off camera in front of the members, but inside there were a lot of things bothering him, worrying him.

Not knowing how you were was one of those things.

Life has a strange way of reuniting people, neither you nor Wonwoo were expecting the way you were going to meet again, and how you met again was twisted.

April 2022

“it’s sunny today” Wonwoo whispered looking outside the window, it was way too early in the morning, but he could see the leaves on the trees moving to the soft breeze, a beautiful day outside.

“My dear” a weak voice called him, as he turned around and his mother was looking at him, she was on her hospital bed, her eyes looked way too tired, her face was pale, more than usual, she looked weak but even in that state, she looked beautiful, Wonwoo’s mother always looked beautiful.

“Mom, try to rest” Wonwoo sat down on the chair next to her bed, she smiled weakly at her son and held up her hand waiting for him to take it

“My dear, remember what we talked a few months ago?” she said her soft voice sending a painfully memory “about life and happiness?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“My son, I want you to be happy”

“Mom, please”

“Woo, I’m proud of what you’ve done, what you’ve achieved it’s fantastic. I knew my son was talented, I always knew that” she smiled “I want you to be happy, music and the group makes you happy, but outside of that I want you to live fully. Happiness is about the moments you cherish with those around you. To build memories and to connect with them. It’s very rare to find a person who will… how do you guys say nowadays? ‘Match your freak?’ I heard Gyu say that one day” both chuckled at that, tears forming in Wonwoo’s eyes while listening to her, she was saying goodbye, and he knew that

“But it’s true, you find the people who will be a perfect match for you, who will make you happy, laugh even cry. They make you feel everything all at once, and the bond you create with them is unbreakable”

“Mom why are you telling me this?” a tear rolled down Wonwoo’s cheek while holding her hand and all she did was smile, her eyes filling with tears

“Because I want you to cherish those around you and the moments you live. I want you to live a fully happy life, I want to see my son happy” she squeezed his hand and now a tear rolled down her cheek “I know it’s been so long dear, but I know you will see each other again, just like old days, and I want you to promise me that no matter what, the bond you two created won’t break”

“Mom…” he knew exactly who she was referring to, and Wonwoo’s heart ached at the thought of you

Bittersweet memory of his best friend but also a stranger? It has been too long since he last heard about her. A year ago, he saw her parents at the airport, but Wonwoo couldn't reach out to them, the airport was filled with fans and cameras all pointing at him and the members, it was impossible.

“I know what you’re thinking my dear” she squeezed his hand “I do believe god pulls out some very annoying stunts, but I also think that what we love never leaves us, it just gets lost sometimes, but always comes back” she smiled “she will come back”

A part of Wonwoo wanted to believe her, that his Sun would come back and be friends again, so much happened, so many things he wanted to share with you, so many things Wonwoo wanted to know about your new life. He wanted you to come back to him, but it’s been so long that he doesn’t even know if that girl is still there if you, his Sun was still there.

“My dear?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to go home and bring some pictures, this room is seriously way too plain” she made a disgusted face “makes me feel sicker than I already am” she looked around, even if it had a few flowers, it did look boring

“Which ones?”

“The ones I have up on the wall next to the tv” she looked up scratching her chin “oh and bring me the beige knitted blanket please, I’m cold here” she smiled at Wonwoo, nodding he picked up his bag and the mask ready to leave. He went closer to her to place a kiss on her forehead.

“I’ll be back in 20 minutes” as he walked to the door Wonwoo looked back and she smiled at him “do you want something else?” she looked at the window and then back at Wonwoo, her eyes were all glossy and smiled widely

“I want you to be happy, that’s all” she waved at me and chuckled “I love you my dear!”

“I love you too mom” Wonwoo waved and walked out of the room putting on the mask

As he walked to the car something about him leaving the hospital felt weird. Wonwoo felt something was not right. That talk with his mom made him feel way too many things and he was now more anxious because, why does it feel like a goodbye?

As soon as Wonwoo arrived at his parents’ house and got out of the car his phone rang. Wonwoo’s first thought was Mingyu, he had slept at his parents’ house and forgot to help him with his “happy birthday” set for his live like he always does.

Mingyu knows Wonwoo was with my mother but that wouldn’t stop him from sulking because he didn’t call, clingy as he is, that sulking will last all day.

Wonwoo though he was lucky if he could find a way to stop him, sulking Mingyu is terrifying.

*Bohyuk Calling*

At that moment, Wonwoo knew what the call was about. He felt the blood in his veins run cold and a sudden breeze sent shivers all over his body. Wonwoo felt pain in his chest and the air leaving his lungs.

With fear of what Bohyuk might say, Wonwoo answered the call and what he predicted was right.

“Hyung…” Bohyuk spoke softly before his voice cracked and Wonwoo heard him sob, no words can describe the pain he felt right then and there. She was gone, she left and in that moment a part of Wonwoo also faded away with her. His last moments with her talking about happiness, that was her goodbye, she wanted him to be happy.

He can’t be, he thinks he won’t be.

If his mother’s not here, if you’re not here then, how can Wonwoo be happy?

How is Wonwoo supposed to be happy if his mother left him too now?

You walked back to your apartment juggling between holding your bag, the iPad and a cup of coffee.

You had 2 free hours before leaving to go back to S.R. for the last photoshoot you were helping styling for and then you finally get to rest for a month and a half, well not exactly rest you have to pack all your stuff since finally after you graduated your father got an opportunity to get you a job at some agency in Korea.

The pay is a bit better than what S.R. offered you once you told them you were leaving. It was fun working there but you wanted to go back home, and live the hectic life of Seoul, you wanted to go back to your parents, to your sister and maybe back to him.

Damn it’s been so long.

“Pea!” Hanna shouted and she walked, more like ran to you, while you were still struggling to open the door “Have you seen uhm twitter or something today?” she asked, but her voice and the way she looked at you made you feel something was off. She looked worried, it was like she didn’t know if she should ask

“No, I just got back I was talking to the principal about my documents” you said opening the door with her help “why? what happened?”

Both entered the apartment you let out a deep breath as you placed everything on the small couch and pulled your phone out of your pocket

“I just think…” she sighed and looked down at her phone frowning, not knowing what to say while staring at you.

Confused and scared now, you opened twitter, and it took you a while to process what you saw as the first tweet.

PLEDIS Announcement of seventeen went viral, a published text that made your body go numb, your heart stopped, and you felt like going deaf your legs gave in and felt yourself fall on the bed vision blurry and felling dizzy.

“Hello.

This is PLEDIS Entertainment SEVENTEEN member WONWOO’s mother passed away this morning from an illness. WONWOO is currently at the funeral hall, and the funeral will be held with family and close friends.

We ask for your kind consideration and support so that WONWOO can have a period of mourning with his family.

May she rest in peace.”

“No, no no… eomoni”

Your heart broke down and you didn’t know what to do, all you could feel was pain in your chest and not only for you because eomoni Jeon was an angel and always so sweet to you.

You loved her, but your thoughts went to him right away, to Wonwoo. You felt pain thinking about what he felt and that’s when you lost it. Crying, you tried to hold yourself until you felt a pair of arms hold you, Hana.

You almost forgot she was there. You were glad she was, so you let yourself fall into her embrace, her soft touch and calming words helped but just a little. Your heart ached, not only for how you felt, but for him. Your best friend, your Woo is hurting, and you are miles away from him. That’s when it hit you and you pulled away from Hana

“I need to go” You got up and whipped your tears frantically, searching for your suitcase to pack whatever you had to go back. You weren’t thinking straight.

Tears were falling nonstop, and you felt like your head was going to explode. You were looking frantically at what to pack in your bag.

Overwhelmed, in pain and dizzy, your mind was trying to process what happened, but your body was not listening, you couldn’t stop pacing back and forth until Hanna stopped you

“Pea, stop” she said as she held your arms, you didn’t notice until then, your whole body was shaking “Pea calm down”

“No, I have to be there” you sobbed again shaking your head even though you felt dizzy “Nana I have to go to him… my.. he’s my…” you looked down feeling tears falling over and over “he is hurting”

“I’m so sorry Pea but you can’t leave yet. Remember you need the documents from the University, and they have them by next week”

“Nana, I need to be there!”

“I know honey” she sighed trying to get your attention “I hate to be like this, but you need to think about money right now. With you moving back in three weeks the expenses are on the roof, and you know that. I’m sorry Pea, but I don’t think you can make it today”

Hanna couldn’t help her friend, just like you couldn’t help yours. You can’t be with Wonwoo and all you can feel is pain thinking how you can’t be there for him right now.

“you’re going to be there in two weeks; you can see him then”

Somehow that comforted you, but just a little. You still felt like you should be there, you should be by his side right by this second, not here.

It wasn’t fair, your heart ached for him. The sorrow, the loss he’s feeling, you just wished you could reach out somehow.

You felt more tears come, that woman was amazing and she had a huge heart. Her smile could light the entire room, the spark in her eyes made you feel warm inside.

She had an incredible personality; such a kind woman and you will always remember the first time you saw her.

She was walking with a 6-year-old Wonwoo holding her hand, you even remember her exact outfit, a blue blouse with white flowers and white jeans with stains right on her knees. You could tell she kneeled just a few minutes ago, her long black hair tied and landing on her right shoulder with a white scrunchie.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

She looked at you as you were sitting in a chair right outside the pharmacy waiting for your mom, she was working there and she didn’t know her clumsy daughter fell but at that moment you didn’t want to disturb her, so you just waited outside

“Hello dear” she smiled at you and saw her eyes look at your dirty hands mixed with a bit of blood “oh my! Are you okay? Need help?”

“Thank you, I am okay I’m going to wait for my mom, thank you ma’am” you bowed to her

“Oh, are you sure?” smiling sweetly at you, she then looked through the glass “dear, stay here with her while I buy the bandages, I think you two have something in common right now” she chuckled and made Wonwoo walk shyly to you “This is my son Wonwoo” smiling she left to enter the pharmacy, and you giggled at Wonwoo who looked like a lost puppy.

“Hi! My name is y/n I am 6 soon to be 7 years old”

“Oh uhm… I am Wonwoo, I am 6 years old” he looked at the ground and then he saw your hands “oh! I fell too” weirdly excited he showed his knee; a very visible and bigger scratch than what you had on your hands.

In that moment you giggled at how excited he was that both were hurt, his mother walked out with bandages and two ice cream she kneeled and gave each a cone.

Smiling she began to treat Wonwoo’s wounds and after she was done, she turned to you and carefully helped to clean your hands

“what’s your name dear?” her voice was soft and sweet and gentle, just like her touch, she was being careful and calm

“Her name is y/n” Wonwoo exclaimed, making you giggle. His mom smiled because he didn’t pronounce your name right

“No, dear you said it wrong” Wonwoo tilted his head, he looked at you for a few seconds and mumbled trying to catch on how to pronounce your name, he suddenly gave up and smiled at you

“you’re wearing yellow like the sun so I’m calling you Sun” he said proudly making you giggle

“What a pretty name” Wonwoo’s mom smiled after she finished cleaning and covering your wounds ”and you are very pretty dear, there all done”

“You didn’t have to do it but thank you ma’am” You bowed

“Your mom told me to help you, plus it looked like it hurt really bad” You just nodded trying not to cry, it was just a fall but back then it hurt a lot, as she got up you saw your mom walk to you thanking Wonwoo’s mom for everything and in a matter of minutes, they both already had each other phone numbers.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*

In that moment Wonwoo’s mother made you feel better. Her kindness and motherly approach to you was truly sweet, 6-year-old you were fascinated by her and her beauty, you thought only your mother was pretty but that woman with just that simple interaction stole a part of your heart, another big part was stolen by a 6-year-old boy with black hair and a cute gummy smile. That boy turned out to be your best friend, all thanks to his mother who kept in touch with yours.

That’s what you will mis the most, she brought you two together and the simple idea of not being able to see her hurt like hell, you won’t be able to share with her your new achievement, to share with her how it was living in London.

It’s almost as if you lost your second mother.

Now you didn’t know what was supposed to happen, your heart was broken, and you were worried, you wanted, no you needed to see Wonwoo, but you had to wait

Waiting was painful, for you and for him, and the more you waited the more complicated things were turning and this pain was far from over.

Ella x

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A/N: So I saw something in a museum when I was on holiday about curtseying and then like the weirdo I am my brain turned that into a fic. Enjoy!

Pairing: 73!Elvis x wife!reader

Word count: 2.4K

TWs: Reader calls Elvis Daddy and Sir, sub/dom themes, Elvis is teacherish, the cane makes an appearance, praise kink, Elvis talks reader through it, smut including a bit of a rough blowjob.

You stand nervously in front of him, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. You know he doesn't like it when you fiddle but you can't help it. He's been sitting on the couch, reading and ignoring you ever since he called you into the room what has to be at least five minutes ago, although it seems like twenty, and it's making you feel kinda awkward. Part of you wants to mumble your excuses and go back to what you were doing, but the rest knows that wouldn't be a good idea. He did call you in after all, so he must want something. You've always struggled to stand still though, no matter how hard you try, shifting your weight from foot to foot as your fingers caress the very edge of your dress. Impatient, that's what he always calls you. An impatient little girl. But you can't help it if waiting in silence for him to finish reading an unknowable amount of book is boring. You hate being bored. It baffles you how often he subjects you to it, actually. Considering you're absolutely certain that you mentioned it at least ten times.

“Baby, ya've gotta stand still. Yer causin’ a distraction.”

He hasn't even looked up, his eyes still fixed on the page. Or you think they are anyway, the shades make it hard to tell. You're sure this head hasn't moved though.

You bite your lip, hard, and let go of your dress. “Yes, Daddy,” you reply, trying to use the sharp pang of pain to focus your mind. You can stand there without shuffling. It's got to be possible. Those guards at Buckingham Palace don't move for hours, so a little girl from Kentucky should be able to manage a few minutes.

After what genuinely seems like forever, he closes his book, sets it to one side and moves his attention to you. You can feel yourself colouring as he looks you up and down, studying every inch of you. It goes on for far too long, and you start to worry about your hair and whether the humidity has made it frizzy, and then whether your dress has creases from where you've bunched it up to get it out of the way when you were scrubbing the floor earlier. Maybe your eyeliner is smudged, the bow in your hair is crooked, your nail polish is chipped. A million worries go through your head as he continues his silent observations. You wipe your slightly sweaty palms on your skirt and toss your head a little in the hopes of rearranging your hair. He chuckles.

“Can't keep still, can ya? Impatient lil thing.”

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you wet your lips with your tongue as you try to endure the intensity of his gaze without any more shuffling about.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

Looking down, your eyes alight on his black boots, shining from the polish you'd given them the other day. The memory of the way you'd done it makes your cheeks burn with shame, it's certainly not how your mother had taught you to polish shoes, and you briefly wonder what she'd think if she knew what your life was really like here. Just a nice country girl, thinking her daughter had married well, into fame and fortune and the Presley family. Having no idea the sorts of things he asked you to do on a daily basis. The sorts of things you enjoyed doing.

“Baby, I've been readin’ somethin’ that might interest ya.”

His smooth baritone interrupts your thoughts and your head whips up, eyes meeting the shadow of his behind the shades.

“Really?”

Another low chuckle. “Really. Book ‘bout manners.”

You look at him, wide-eyed, as he continues.

“Young ladies used ta curtsey fer their masters.”

Your stomach drops at the word master, and you can feel tingling between your legs.

“They did?” You breathe.

A grin spreads lazily across his face. “They sure did, honey. Thought ya might like ta learn how.” He's leaning back against the couch in that self-assured way he has, hands resting on his spread thighs.

“Yessir,” you reply, sensing the slight change in atmosphere.

His grin gets somehow wider at the use of the honorific, and he opens the book back to the page he’d just been looking at, holding it up for you to see.

“Alright then. Feet out ta the sides like this, baby.” Tapping the picture in the middle of the page with his index finger.

You shift your feet out as far as you can, then put your hands behind your back as he tells you. He nods his approval, reaching for his cane, which you somehow hadn’t noticed had been propped up against the couch this whole time. You’d been too busy looking at him. You might’ve been bored, but his attention was all you wanted.

“Bend yer knees,” he continues, tapping one with the end of the cane. “That’s it. Keep bendin’ ‘em honey. Keep goin’. Very nice. Now straighten up again.”

You do as you’re told, springing back to an upright position with your legs straight. His teeth seem to gleam as he grins again.

“Very good. Again.”

You weren’t really expecting to have to do it again, but you repeat the movement as he gets up from the couch to stand in front of you, watching you bob down and back up.

“Don’t stop, honey.”

Slightly flustered, you curtsey again, trying not to move your head to follow him as he starts to walk around you, looking at you from all angles.

“Straighten up, honey.” A tap to your lower back with the head of the cane. “Keep yer chin up.” His fingers under your chin, pushing firmly. “No stickin’ that lil bottom of yours out, now. Keep goin’ straight up an’ down.” He taps your ass with the cane, just hard enough to make you flinch. To make you remember other times he’s tapped you not quite so lightly.

Your quads are starting to ache from the movement, and you feel the start of sweat beading on your brow too. His warm breath on the back of your neck as he talks you through what he wants you to do, praising you when you’re getting it right, the smell of him… it’s driving you crazy, wanting his lips pressed up against yours, his tongue in your mouth. You feel something hard nudge your hip as he leans closer, whispering that you should be looking straight ahead as you dip down for what seems like the hundredth time. A sharp little exhale gives away your discomfort and he smiles to himself as he asks you for just one more, one more perfect one for Daddy.

“Yessir.” Your voice is hoarse, lust-filled.

“Oh that’s my good girl,” he coos. “Ya can stop now.”

Your legs tremble as you stand there, watching him move back to the couch, his legs splayed and his obvious hard-on on display for you. The idea that you’ve got him so excited makes you giddy.

“Well, I think ya got it down, baby,” he tells you, with a wink as he removes his shades. “Think ya deserve a reward. Whaddya want?”

You can barely tear your eyes away from that big bulge in his pants and you can’t think of anything else but how much you want his dick in your mouth right now.

“Can I suck you?”

He blinks, that’s not the answer he was expecting at all, but surprise is soon followed by delight. What a good girl you are. “Such a fuckin’ good girl,” he murmurs, undoing his belt. “So good fer me.” He gestures for you to kneel between his legs. “Don’t deserve ya, baby.” Unzipping his pants and freeing his aching dick. “C’mere.”

You shuffle closer, opening your mouth obediently, feeling it water at the sight of him. He gently eases the tip between your lips, pumping it slowly as you run your tongue around the head, enjoying the sound of him moaning softly. As you start to take more of him, you look up to see him reaching for a cigar and lighting it, taking a long drag. His hand cups your cheek and he softly encourages you until his whole dick has disappeared inside your mouth, puffs of cigar smoke enveloping you both. His fingers continue to caress your cheek, murmurs of praise and encouragement falling from his lips as he grips the cigar between his teeth and adds his other hand to your face, holding you oh-so-gently while his hips start to thrust upwards, the end of his dick nudging the back of your throat and making you gag.

Your eyes water, and feeling your stomach clench you shift to get a better angle, one that gives him a clearer route to fuck your throat, hands demurely resting behind your back. Groaning at the sight of you and the feeling of tightness all around him, his fingers knit into your hair, hips snapping now, trying to hold back so as to avoid hurting his princess, but failing a little more with every movement.

“Yer so goddamn perfect, baby,” he mumbles around the cigar, still trapped between his teeth. “Gonna cum right in that perfect little mouth a yours.”

Your watery eyes look up at him, lost in pleasure, you can tell he’s only a few strokes away from completion. You love watching him like this, out of control because of you. The final thrust forces him further down your throat than he’s ever been before, and you cough and your eyes stream, but you swallow it all down anyway. You don’t want to waste a single drop.

“Lemme see,” he instructs, lazily, putting the cigar into the ashtray as you pull off him, saliva trailing out of your mouth. He grins as you stick your tongue out to show him you’ve swallowed. “Good girl.” Putting himself away with trembling hands, he pats his thighs. “Come sit in Daddy’s lap.”

You wipe your wet lips with the back of your hand and shakily get up off your knees, letting him help you sit sideways in his lap. One arm is around your body, holding you to him, as the other runs up your leg, feeling the bumps on your skin from kneeling on the carpet for so long.

“So good ta me,” he murmurs, kissing your face, then your lips.

You moan into the kiss, the place between your legs is so hot and swollen and so needy for him. His big arms make you feel safe and warm and that rich, woody smell that surrounds him makes you melt into his kisses. His hand carries on its journey, sliding under your skirt now, the coldness of his rings and the roughness of his palms just adding to the sensations.

“Not even askin’ fer anything, after bein’ so good,” he coos, fingers deftly moving your panties to the side. “Can’t leave yer pussy like this though, can we?”

His fingers slide through the slickness he finds between your legs, making it very hard to think, let alone speak.

“Hm?” He encourages, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, his nose tickling the end of yours.

“N-no Sir…” you finally manage.

He smiles. “She’s all wantin’ an’ needy…” he slides his fingers down to your entrance. “Can’t leave her like that… all empty…” he pushes one finger in, and then another quickly follows. You gasp. “Not after all ya’ve done fer me.” His thumb brushes your clit as he starts to pump his fingers in and out, lubricated by your arousal, his eyes flicking over your face to watch your reaction. You whimper at the feeling, pushing your face into his chest. “Pretty, selfless little girl didn’t even ask ta cum… so goddamn patient…” he whispers in your ear, fingers still working you in the way he knows will make you come undone. “Best girl I ever had…” he continues, praise so intense it’s making you blush, pleasure filling your body. It feels like he’s holding you right on the edge of orgasm and it’s starting to make you crazy.

“Uhhhhh.” Muffled into his shirt.

You hear that tell-tale low chuckle of his at the noise you just made, knowing he’s fucking you stupid only using his fingers, knowing he doesn’t need anything else. Sometimes you think he could make you cum just by talking to you.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, back to encouragement again, feather-light kisses on every inch of skin he can reach, pressed into your hair. “Cum all over Daddy’s hand. You can do it. Fer me. Reward fer bein’ so patient…”

You feel it start to build then, his fingers brushing against that place inside of you as he increases the pressure with his thumb. All those years of guitar playing… people said he wasn’t any good, could only do basic rhythm parts, but he’s playing you like a damn virtuoso… your attempts at being demure fly completely out of the window when it finally hits, fingers grasping desperately at his shirt, head tipped back, back arching as you moan low and dirty, looking like the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Yes… fuck…” he mutters, holding you as he gently finger-fucks you through it until you’re flopped against him, breathing heavily.

Watching you as you lean your head on his chest, eyes closed, your make-up a mess from the blowjob earlier and your breasts heaving, he wants to hold you like this and never let you go. He slides his fingers out and presses a kiss to your temple. Gradually you start to come back down to earth, eyelashes fluttering as you open your eyes to see him watching you. His cute, lopsided smile makes you smile too, a hand reaching to touch his cheek.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you tell him.

“You deserve it, baby.”

Still smiling, you feel warmth spreading through you at his words. And then you remember what you were doing earlier.

“Though I should probably curtsey, shouldn’t I?” You giggle.

Elvis chuckles too. “Ya should. But I won’t make ya.”

Giggling together, you nestle closer into him, and he picks up his book again, flicking through a few pages ahead and then moving so you can see. The next chapter is called "the Texas dip” and there’s a photo of a girl doing it. Her arms are out to the side and one of her legs is bent behind the other. She’s bent over so far at the waist that her head is almost on the floor. You giggle. It looks kind of ridiculous.

“Whatchu gigglin’ for?” Elvis teases, elbowing you playfully in the side. “This is tomorrow’s lesson, little girl.”

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systlin · 10 months ago

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I've got a question about beekeeping that I think is probably dumb, but I couldn't really find a definite answer anywhere online. And you keep bees, so I figured you might know. Some background:

A friend of mine recently told me she doesn't eat honey because she was told beekeepers kill their bees at the start of winter because it's more lucrative to start the new year with a fresh hive, apparently because the one they used that year is supposedly to exhausted from being overworked or something.

now from what I know about bees, that is probably bullshit. I think someone somewhere might have confused the thing about all the drones getting chased out at the start of winter maybe? But the point was made that maybe hobby beekeepers don't, but industrial beekeepers do. I can't find anything anywhere about how industrial beekeeping works and if it's any different from hobby beekeeping apart from in scale. And I do always think it's weird how cheap honey in stores can be if I look at the work that goes in honey and the fact that I think you can harvest honey from a hive 2 times a year or so?

basically, I think she's very wrong about this and want to be able to convince her otherwise. (or be very very surprised and learn she was right but I doubt it) I don't want to be a bitch about it to her because you can't really fact check everything you hear all the time. but this is just. such a weird idea to me.

(this may have turned into more than one question and I'm now interested in bees a lot, so if you wanted to infodump about a ton of bee related info I didn't ask for too I certainly wouldn't mind)

It is 100% prime bullshit

Bees are fuckin expensive. A package of 3 pounds of bees is $160+. A nuc is $200+. New hives usually don't even produce honey the first year. The first year is letting them settle in and build up. Hives that have wintered over at least once are the ones you can actually harvest honey and wax from.

No beekeeper is going to kill their bees. Even if they're utterly amoral profit driven weirdos, that's simply not how it works. It would be absolutely absurdly expensive.

Most beekeepers who do it professionally don't make money from honey. They make their REAL money from pollination services and from selling bees. AKA, swarms. AKA, those things you only get from overwintered hives. See prices of a new colony above.

The older a colony is, the more valuable it is!

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lych33dragoncookie · 8 months ago

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Continuing on from my last post;

Right, so about that certain someone. After we see Burning Spice FUCKING MURDER SOMEONE, we get on to their rematch. And-

... Hm. Not normal. You're enjoying this a bit too much

During the fight, we get to see something interesting; Spice's own followers ditching him and Nutmeg Tiger, despite orders to go after Smoked Cheese. Not out of some sudden rush of conscience, no; but the realization that, no matter how hard they try, how closely they follow him, how much they embody everything he stands for, in the end, following him can only result in their own destruction. That they're better off escaping than dying for the sake of someone who couldn't care less what their fate is.

On top of that, we get to see one of my favorite tropes! A protagonist refuting the ideals of a "hero", admitting that they fight for reasons that on the surface could be seen as selfish and short-sighted, but that are born from a massive amount of care and emotion, loyalty, and a desire to protect what matters to them, rather than stopping a great evil, sticking to a rigid moral compass, or any sort of other pretentious ideals.

And we get to see, visibly, undeniably, just how far she's willing to go to protect that which she cares for. We get to see her closer to death than absolutely anyone else we've ever seen before, with visible damage, about to crumble into pieces. And, despite that, despite her state, she never stops fighting. Not for a second. No matter how close she is to death's door.

Alongside this, Smoked Cheese, at the end of an exhausting fight, has some words about his queen.

At the end of it all, her love is what makes her powerful. It's what will lead her to greatness, no matter what. Her bountiful nature is the gift she has to give to those around her, and what keeps her going. It's not logical, it's not rational, something which drives Smoked Cheese off the fucking wall, but even he has to admit that it doesn't have to be. That it's what got here where she is in the first place.

You'd think that this would be setup for something that happens later on, specially with the line "Sycophants, charlatans... even willful traitors... All of them have a place among her treasures. She embraced them all... with open arms.", instead of just being there so that Smoked Cheese can tell Nutmeg Tiger that her ruler sucks complete ass and his' doesn't, but... Well, we'll get to that later.

Anyways, back to the freak.

Again with this? I don't say this in an exasperated tone, I just think there's something severely wrong with him. He's just trying to get her to go feral like him for fun. Weirdo. Also, as I mentioned before, holy hell this is the most visceral it's ever gotten. We've never seen any other character this physically damaged, so close to actually crumbling. This entire arc continues to be unexpectedly brutal in every way it possibly could be, and honestly for what it's going for, it just works.

Also, I'm stuffing the below line into my pocket for later. You'll see why.

After this, Golden Cheese refutes every bit of Burning Spice's own mentality in much the same way I did the last post, and it gets under his skin. Really, really badly. To the point where he basically just ends the fight outright, more or less. ... Until Golden Cheese gets her obligatory powerup. It's cool as hell, and it works with the very same base that I mentioned earlier, of her care & love for everything she holds dear and her strong undying urge to protect it all until her last breath, an urge to protect her treasures, everyone who's filled her life with joy up to this point, and it's all strong enough to draw forth her soul jam and awaken her true power and all that other power of friendship stuff. Not anything too mind-blowing considering we've seen it before with Dark Cacao, but it certainly hits a bit harder because Golden Cheese is just a deeply lovable character who does not hesitate to wear her heart on her sleeve, a really warm presence who you want to see succeed simply because of how much her love and desire to give to others shape her every action.

As is to be expected; there is no third act breakdown from Burning Spice here. In fact, he's having the time of his life!

... And then. He. Just.

Gets hit once. And it's over.

...

Y. You. You j. HUH? HUH???

HUH??????????

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. THE FUCK. ARE. YOU. DOING. THAT'S THE ENDING? THAT'S FUCKING IT? HE JUST GETS HIT ONCE AFTER GOLDEN CHEESE TRANSFORMS, GETS BURIED UNDER SOME RUBBLE, AND THEN YOU NOT ONLY HAVE GOLDEN CHEESE OUTRIGHT SAY THAT HE PROBABLY LIVED THAT BUT ALSO TEASE HIM BEING ALIVE AT THE END???

THAT'S IT? THAT'S THE FUCKING ENDING? THAT'S THE ENDING YOU GIVE TO WHAT WOULD HAVE OTHERWISE BEEN ONE OF OUR BEST STORIES YET?!?!??

WHAT. THE. FUCK. ARE. YOU. DOING. ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME POP A BLOOD VESSEL

THIS SUCKS! THIS ACTUALLY FUCKING SUCKS! THIS IS NOTHING! THIS MEANS NOTHING! YEAH YEAH YEAH GOOD CONQUERED EVIL WHATEVER IT'S NOT ONLY A GENERIC VILLAIN DEFEAT BUT A COMPLETELY UNCEREMONIOUS ONE FOR A CHARACTER WHO IS RIDICULOUSLY WELL WRITTEN AND WHO DESERVED MORE THAN JUST GETTING ONE-SHOT AFTER A SERIES OF REALLY WELL PACED CUTSCENES.

IT WAS ALL. SO. FUCKING. GOOD. ALL THE WAY THROUGH TO THE PART WHERE HE'S LAUGHING MANIACALLY AT HIS INCOMING DEMISE. IT WAS ALL SO GOOD. WE WERE SO CLOSE. AND THEN WHAT DO YOU DO? WHAT DO YOU FUCKING DO? NOT ONLY IS HE JUST OUT LIKE THAT, WITH EVERYONE WELL AWARE HE'S NOT DEAD, YOU HAVE NUTMEG TIGER COME BACK TO HIM, MEANING NEITHER OF THEM HAVE PROGRESSED IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER, SMOKED CHEESE'S CONVERSATION WITH NUTMEG TIGER WAS ALMOST ENTIRELY POINTLESS, AND THIS WHOLE THING WAS RENDERED UTTERLY MEANINGLESS FUCKIGIIGNFRJGH GHRHRARAHGHRHGHEEJGHJSDG

Okay. Okay. Tantrum aside.

There are so many better ways of doing this. Like. So, so much better. Ways that not only hold more narrative weight, but don't set up a half-assed villain return later on that won't hit anywhere near as hard. Because, seriously, giving Spice another arc as a villain is a horrendous idea. Both from a gameplay and story perspective. The framing here was perfect, everything had gone off really well from start to finish all the way up until that last tiny bit of the story, and you're not going to get this sort of opportunity again. They fumbled. Really. Really hard.

For one...

Hey. Golden Cheese. Remember when you said this?

JUST TAKE HIS FUCKING SOUL JAM

ALL THE BEASTS CAN DO IT WITHOUT ANY EXPLANATION, WHY CAN'T SHE?? WHY ISN'T SHE, SOMEONE WHO IS FULLY OK WITH STEALING FROM SOMEONE SO LONG AS THEY DESERVE IT, SOMEONE WHO EARLIER SAID BURNING SPICE ISN'T DESERVING OF HIS POSITION AS A GOD, SOMEONE WHO WOULD BE MORE THAN WILLING TO THROW IT INTO HER TREASURE PILE, COMPLETELY UNABLE TO TAKE IT, EVEN AFTER BEATING HIM?!?!??!

It would genuinely be that! Fucking! Easy! And guess what? Guess fucking what? IT OPENS UP SO MANY WRITING OPPORTUNITIES! SO, SO MANY! Nutmeg Tiger no longer has a god to worship, the power that gave Spice a hold over his army is now gone, he has to live out as a commoner, not a god, because he never deserved to be a god, not in the slightest. Have GC say something like "you are not a god, you're an impulsive, reckless fool. you do not deserve the power of a god. you're a commoner. nothing less, nothing more." and then take away his soul jam and you're good!!

HELL, IT COULD SET UP A GOOD, BELIEVABLE REDEMPTION ARC, "Sycophants, charlatans... even willful traitors... All of them have a place among her treasures. She embraced them all... with open arms.", IT'S SO EASY, IT HAS ACTUAL SETUP, YOU COULD HAVE SPICE BE A COMMON MORTAL COOKIE THAT HAS TO FEND FOR HIMSELF, EVENTUALLY BEING FORCED INTO A POSITION WHERE HE HAS TO FIND A ROOF TO PUT OVER HIS HEAD IF HE WANTS TO SURVIVE, AND HAVING GOLDEN CHEESE BE THE FIRST PERSON TO OFFER THAT, WHETHER OR NOT SPICE IS WILLING TO IMMEDIATELY ACCEPT IT. YOU'D HAVE A PROPER THIRD ACT BREAKDOWN WHEN HIS SOUL JAM IS TAKEN AWAY WITH SPICE BEING ACTIVELY REFUSED A WARRIOR'S DEATH, BEING GIVEN AN ANTI-CLIMAX, NOT A GLORIOUS DEFEAT BUT A LOSS OF POWER AND A REFUSAL TO END THE FIGHT ON HIS TERMS, COMPLETELY REFUSING TO STOOP TO HIS LEVEL AND FORCING HIM OUT OF A POSITION OF POWER WHILE YOU'RE AT IT

ALL THIS. ALL THESE WRITING OPPORTUNITIES. AND MORE THAT THE COMMUNITY HAS LIKELY ALREADY COME UP WITH. WASTED. COMPLETELY. NOTHING. ALL FOR A QUICK, GENERIC, BLAND, FLACCID, DEVOID-OF-IMPACT VILLAIN DEFEAT.

Ooooohhh my god I am so worked up about this. We were this close. we were this fucking close to peak fiction. We could have had it all. But they fumbled right at the end.

I... I think I'm just going to completely ignore this ending's existence. If they do anything else with Spice from this point onwards? It doesn't exist to me. I'm not looking. Because whatever they do, it won't wash away the bitter taste of the complete fumble they just pulled. In my heart, he got his soul jam taken away, had to find a way to survive on his own, and ended up living in the Golden Cheese Kingdom (out of a lack of any other options and ideas of a potential soul jam recovery from the inside that would eventually be all forgotten about) where he was given a chance to return to normalcy and heal and be free of the burden of immortality.

I'm gonna go tear a hole in a wall with my bare teeth now. See you all.

#jester ramblings #update analysis #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #golden cheese cookie #burning spice cookie #smoked cheese cookie #nutmeg tiger cookie

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child-of-the-danube · 8 months ago

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I'm still in my Lilia brain rot era and I keep thinking about her and Agatha, and their dynamic and parallels.

Like, Agatha is a dick to everyone from the start, even Teen, but she's extremely chill and even, for her being who she is, weirdly respectful towards Lilia. Maybe it's because of the age, maybe it's because Lilia was the only one to show she still had true power when they first met, maybe it's because they share experience and persecution the younger ones don't truly understand, maybe Agatha just has a soft spot for those who are very clearly outcasts and weirdos.

The only sting at Lilia I can recall is calling her "Dory" in the last trial lmao

She never once questions or mocks her gaps. Hell, she said "we came to the right place" AFTER she saw Lilia scream her head off in ep2 over, to them, nothing. "Hmm, this bitch a lil bonkers, but that's exactly what I like and need :)"

She told Lilia that she couldn't take her power unless she's blasted with it - something she was certainly aiming for if the door didn't open and that ended up saving them in ep2 when she was using her ye old technique of being a menace. She may have told it to her only to get her in, but that's a big minus to her plan B.

When everyone had their hallucinations, Agatha didn't mock Lilia when she was, once again, "being weird". She believed her and reassured her in a soft tone that it was ok.

One interaction I found really funny is in ep3 when Teen asks about a sous vide machine and Agatha turns to Lilia with that "What the fuck is that? That wasn't around in our time" look

Usually when one of them starts spewing wisdom, someone will give a snarky remark, usually Agatha, but when they were talking about summoning a new green witch, Agatha let Lilia speak and was the only one who, at least somewhat, listened to her advice (50/50 but still haha). It was Lilia after all who was the first one to, tho reluctantly, agree to Agatha's idea of summoning a back up green witch.

Also the way Agatha looks at Lilia when she calls Jen out for giving Sharon only one dose of antidote when she had two glasses of wine. It's just so "mmm 😈 I like this one"

Agatha's first choice for "who could possibly play piano" wasn't Alice. Ya know the daughter of a rock goddess who would be the most logical choice. It was Lilia and I find that sweet and a lil funny too.

Lilia didn't tell Agatha's Salem story with judgement, even if she said "when Agatha killed her original coven". It was delivered as mere fact to explain the story.

Then when Evanora showed up and Lilia looks angry and almost disgusted at what she's hearing her say to Agatha. Even after Alice's death, she didn't jump on Agatha's back and accuse her. She let her be cause she was clearly distraught.

Agatha "I'm not drinking the poison. You can suffer but I won't!" Harkness jumped on Lilia and covered her with her own body in the latest episode when the sword was about to impale her. And then she let her do her magic even if it didn't seem to work as the ceiling was still falling and even if she thought tarot was bullshit. She trusted she knew what she was doing.

And the look they give eachother when Lilia reveals Rio is Death. Lilia's face reads as terrified, but more than terrified, she seems to have a moment of compassion. It's the look of "How deeply fucked must your life have been that the only one that ever showed you love and kindness is the one who everyone else sees as the bringer of pain?". Death broke Lilia's heart many a time, but in that moment she understood, she broke Agatha's heart too in even worse ways.

AGATHA LIKED HER! SHE LIKED HER FROM THE START AND RESPECTED HER! AND LILIA LIKED HER TOO, DESPITE THE INITIAL SUSPICIONS!!!

I need to know what her reaction to finding out Lilia sacrificed herself to kill the threat that was specifically after her will be. Will she brush it off and pretend she doesn't care to keep appearing stern and emotionless or will this be the thing that finally makes her realise people care for her? Cause Agatha has never had anyone, except literal Death, show her kindness, much less sacrifice themselves so she could keep living. And I find it beautifully poetic that the one other person Death has known well for centuries, who Death has acknowledged by name in that coven, was the one to do that.

Again, I'm aware that this is just my brain rot speaking, but Lilia was truly the MVP. She's the one with wisdom, the biggest experience, the one with seemingly most patience, the hype man ("Jennifer, look what you did", "It was all for you", "Don't worry, baby. We're cool"). Her trial is the only one where the rest was in fact not needed and was of no help. Actually, all they did was make it worse. The first three trials depended on teamwork. Lilia's was truly solvable ONLY by Lilia.

Anyways, Lilia mentally adopted Agatha and realised she truly was part of her coven and therefore worth dying for and I will never fucking recover 💔💔😭😭

#agatha all along #AAA #Agatha Harkness #Kathryn Hahn #Lilia Calderu #Patti Lupone #my thoughts have been consumed by their relationship since ep7 came out #I am unable to be normal about it #I need an AU where a young Lilia first comes to the US #and finds a freshly shunned from her coven baby Agatha #and takes her in #I NEED MORE OF THEM

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sugar-omi · 8 months ago

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Before I say anything else, I swear to god I’m not a purist or one of those weirdos who value virginity or think premarital sex is wrong

BUT do you think Rockstar Cove would feel bad (not exactly guilty, unless you like him pathetic like that like I do, but more like regret) about being a hoe before meeting MC? Like yeah he fucked around a lot for fun but now he knows none of it could measure up to doing it with MC, who he would literally move heaven and earth and kill his lifelong dream for and his first time would’ve been so different if it was with the one he loved

Bonus if MC is a virgin because I think that would definitely make him feel guilty for not “waiting” for them and not “giving” them his first time (again, not for religious reasons or anything, just because of emotional intimacy)

I love torturing him and wanna see him in distress hahaha 😈

first of all- SAME. i feel like, i might come across as religious sometimes, all imma say is dont ask me SHIT abt the bible or religion or anything. i fell asleep every time i went to chruch and god is SICK of me using his name in my filthy smut fics, i know it

BUT OMG YES. this this this...

i like to imagine he doesn't sleep around too much, he needs a bit of a connection for that, plus he's a celebrity so he can't sleep around nearly as much unless he's trying to get a fan pregnant or get a new stalker. so his body count isn't through the roof, but it certainly isn't low...

but he is at the very least a flirt. he'll flirt with you up and down the street, maybe even eat you out/suck you off, and if you're really lucky, get your back blown the fuck out.

when he meets MC though... all of that is over the second you make eye contact. he's obsessed with you, cant get you out of his head and he needs to see you again, needs to hear your voice and your laugh... he's totally done for, all he wants is you now and he's never felt like that before...

doesn't really know how to act because he hasn't been a long-term or one-person man until now but he absolutely cannot let you go.

if you've never been in a relationship before, it's been awhile since your last date, or only in one or two relationships that were more or less serious, he's anxious about being perfect for you.

he doesn't wanna scare you off, as if his fame and public image isn't bad enough.

oh my god if he learns you're a virgin though... he's dead. his heart has stopped...

immediately asks if you're serious, and what the fuck, and now he's worried you won't wanna have sex with him, would you trust him to take your v-card? has he slept with too many people for you to be comfortable with sleeping with him? is or would he be taking advantage of you? what if you hate having sex with him?

he's spiraling. he's thinking too many thoughts and its up to you to bring him down and tell him that you trust him, you wanna have sex with him and you are sure you won't hate it.

omg when he tells you how he wishes he could've given you his virginity, that he wishes he waited for you. you have to laugh, he's so silly... because how was he supposed to know that he was gonna meet the love of his life? if he knew, would he have believed it and waited or laughed and went about his business?

when you do finally decide to have sex... cove goes the full 9 yards, takes you on a lovely vacation, buys you anything and everything you look at twice, gets the most expensive hotel room he can find and spoils you absolutely rotten.

has the lights down low, candles lit and flickering gently along the absurdly luxurious room and he takes care of you.. slowly undressing you, kissing every inch of skin and whispering sweet nothings.

pulls you apart with his tongue again and again until you're weak and trembling, begging him to hurry up and just move onto the good part...

he doesn't fuck you, he makes love to you. it's all so sweet and intimate that even he can't help but feel like it's his first time again, his heart beating nervously and he's a bit shaky, moving automatically in ways he knows from experience.

he would cry, he has his arms around you, hardly moving his hips in a way that's satisfying to your long aching body because he's so intent on being gentle with you, treasuring you and tending to you...

cries and tells you how much he loves you, how much he treasures you and that he'll take care of you forever. that you're his soulmate, begs you drunkenly not to leave him and be his forever, to stay with him and love him and let him love you and spoil you. that he'll give you everything he has, materially, mind, body, and soul, everything is yours.

he promises that you're the only one for him now, that no one else will or could ever take your place and that he's always going to be yours in the end.

if this is what your first time is like.. jesus fucking christ, imagine him proposing to you.

#olba #cove holden x reader #smut #cove holden smut #ramblings

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centrally-unplanned · 1 year ago

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Very much enjoyed Tracing Woodgrain's foray into the internet life of jilted ex-rationalist and Wikipedia editor David Gerard. It is of course "on brand" for me - the social history of the internet, as a place of communities and individual lives lived, is one of my own passion projects, and this slots neatly into that domain in more ways than one. At the object-level it is of course about one such specific community & person; but more broadly it is an entry into the "death of the internet-as-alternate-reality" genre; the 1990's & 2000's internet as a place separate from and perhaps superior to the analog world, that died away in the face of the internet's normalization and the cruel hand of the real.

Here that broad story is made specific; early Wikipedia very much was "better than the real", the ethos of the early rationalist community did seem to a lot of people like "Yeah, this is a new way of thinking! We are gonna become better people this way!" - and it wasn't total bullshit, logical fallacies are real enough. And the decline is equally specific: the Rationalist project was never going to Escape Politics because it was composed of human beings, Wikipedia was low-hanging fruit that became a job of grubby maintenance, the suicide of hackivist Aaron Swartz was a wake-up call that the internet was not, in any way, exempt from the reach of the powers-that-be. TW's allusion to Gamergate was particularly amusing for me, as while it wasn't prominent in Gerard's life it was truly the death knell for the illusion of the internet as a unified culture.

But anyway, the meat of the essay is also just extremely amusing; someone spending over a decade on a hate crusade using rules-lawyering spoiling tactics for the most petty stakes (unflattering wikipedia articles & other press). The internet is built by weirdos, and that is going to be a mixed bag! It is beautiful to see someone's soul laid bare like this.

It can be tempting to get involved in the object-level topics - how important was Lesswrong in the growth of Neoreaction, one of the topics of Gerard's fixations? It was certainly, obviously not born there, never had any numbers on the site, and soon left it to grow elsewhere. But on the flip side, for a few crucial years Lesswrong was one of the biggest sites that hosted any level of discussion around it, and exposed other people to it as a concept. This is common for user-generated content platforms; they aggregate people who find commonalities and then splinter off. Lesswrong's vaunted "politics is the mindkiller" masked a strong aversion to a lot of what would become left social justice, and it was a place for those people to meet. I don't think neoreaction deserves any mention on Lesswrong's wikipedia page, beyond maybe a footnote. But Lesswrong deserves a place on Neoreaction's wikipedia page. There are very interesting arguments to explore here.

You must, however, ignore that temptation, because Gerard explored fucking none of that. No curiosity, no context, just endless appeals to "Reliable Source!" and other wikipedia rules to freeze the wikipedia entries into maximally unflattering shapes. Any individual edit is perhaps defensible; in their totality they are damning. My "favourite" is that on the Slate Star Codex wikipedia page, he inserted and fought a half-dozen times to include a link to an academic publication Scott Alexander wrote, that no one ever read and was never discussed on SSC beyond a passing mention, solely because it had his real name on it. He was just doxxing him because he knew it would piss Scott off, and anyone pointing that out was told "Springer Press is RS, read the rules please :)". It is levels of petty I can't imagine motivating me for a decade, it is honestly impressive!

He was eventually banned from editing the page as some other just-as-senior wikipedia editor finally noticed and realized, no, the guy who openly calls Scott a neo-nazi is not an "unbiased source" for editing this page wtf is wrong with you all. I think you could come away from this article thinking Wikipedia is ~broken~ or w/e, but you shouldn't - how hard Gerard had to work to do something as small as he did is a testament to the strength of the platform. No one thinks it is perfect of course, but nothing ever will be - and in particular getting motivated contributors now that the sex appeal has faded is a very hard problem. The best solution sometimes is just noticing the abusers over time.

Though wikipedia should loosen up its sourcing standards a bit. I get why it is the way it is, but still, come on.

#history of the internet #rationalist adjacency bullshit

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dazedantics · 2 months ago

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Hiii!!! I’m not sure if your commissions are open, but then at least this is gonna be in your inbox,

Joker Mohawk!Mark x Harley Quinn reader, like they are both batshit crazy, but mark isn’t like toxic towards reader, and they be kissing while they nuke/kill massive amounts of people and ruin buildings, like them going around soaked in blood smiling as they raid their 25th house that evening, like they are so in love with eachother,

And like imagine if reader gets hurt, then he will carry her (with one arm or bridal carry) as he flies in the sky, watching the area were reader got hurt burn while cradling his precious

Thank you for listening!

Wild Card Joker Mohawk Mark x Harley Quinn Reader

Haven't really written directly for the Mark variants so this may be a little shaky, but I hope you like it

No one wants to end up like this.

Get into a discussion about whether it's better to be respected or feared, most people choose respect. You didn't always agree with it that, but what are you gonna do? Voice the risky answer and sow a disturbance that drags behind you whenever you enter a room?

No one wants to find themselves on the wrong side of a war.

Research old battles and there are clear good guys and bad guys. Heroes are praised while villains get crap for the rest of their life. And hardly is there respect for the few who can't clearly be labeled as one of the two.

No one wants to be deemed gone. Lost. Insane.

People pity the deranged, patronize as they say how they pray for them to get better. Then go on with their day, averting eyes, speeding past all the weirdos in the streets. Who cares what happens as long as they don't end up as them, right?

You used to do the same. Simply acting as polite society expected one to be. Stay on track, be kind but hold your tongue, speak your truth but don't let those risky opinions out lest you tarnish your precious reputation. Presentation is everything, you know? If people become uncomfortable around you then you basically become good as the garbage draining down the gutter.

Suppose that's why you like Mark.

He dosen't care about all those unspoken rules. He doesn't care what people want. Or think. Or say.

He only cares about what he wants. What he likes. Enjoying himself.

Maybe that makes him selfish.

But when he first showed up? Crumbling once steady skyscrapers, punching through the rich, the needy, and everyone in-between, brushing off their splattered blood, laughing above the cutting screams? Gloating about this world's pathetic lack of control, then seizing it without much of a struggle?

You decided you didn't care if he was selfish.

And you actually cracked a smile. One that wasn't forced out of necessary politeness.

You watched your old colleagues scatter by, tears of fear running down their cheeks. One ran into you. And then you lost it.

You started to laugh. Swinging them round like a kid in a playground. Couldn't they see? Nothing mattered anymore. No one has to restrain themselves by playing nice. This new guy in town was going to make changes for the better!

You have to meet him.

Your colleague shouted as they wretched away from you. And there was no reason for what you did next. But when they said you were acting crazy, that you needed to pull it together and find a way out of the city? You decided to follow in the Viltrumite's footsteps.

You snapped their neck and delighted in that bubbly feeling springing in your gut. It had never felt so good to laugh.

A new you was born that day. Or rather, your true self had been set free.

You went on for hours, your spree becoming more loose and experimental. So many methods, so much time. You truly forgot about Mark in those moments, practically moving in a daze as you searched for people in hiding.

But you had certainly caught Mark's attention by then.

Not noticing him watching from a distance, distracted by the unexpected, yet not uninteresting display. Snide grin spreading further on his lips.

If he hadn't been more than a human, you probably could've done some real damage to him as he got closer.

He was taunting and he was crass, poking fun at your unskilled manner. Seemed to be trying to goad you into attacking him as well.

But when he finally set foot on the ground, chest to your back as he let his hands grip your hips, lips to your ear as he whispered tricks to make the process go faster? You both knew this invasion couldn't have been a mere coincidence. You were meant to have met each other this way.

It was obvious you were asked to help rule his empire. And you learned to the extent that you could love his percieved selfishness.

You sit on the arm of his throne, leaning in to whisper news about the people trying to rebel. It's not hard to find their hideouts when you knew this world like the back of your hand. You do everything to be useful to him.

And he'll reward you with a hug and a kiss. But he's not soft and he's not fleeting. No, he yanks and pulls, rich with teases as he kisses you like you have nowhere else to be. God forbid someone interrupt. And if you praise him, those habits will only get worse.

Mark's taken a liking to you. So if anyone ever gives you trouble, you know he'll handle it. He'll even let you in on the fun. Whaddya say, babe? Should we give them a chance to run, five second head start? Or play around, torture them a bit?

You always get to provide your input on what happens to these people now.

It's nice ruling with him, sitting far above the rest, getting to see that scared look in people's eye once they see you. But sometimes the scenery in the throne room can get a little boring. So you go out on dates.

Anywhere you'd like, the world's your oyster after all. You sit in his arms, all nice and cozy, kissing up his neck as he flies you around, telling him how great he is and how you'd do anything for him.

You never plan where you're going. Sometimes you go on normal dates, making out in the ruined parks, star gazing till the sun comes up. It's nice and all, but you both prefer more excitement than sitting and enjoying nature can give you.

So you go to the city to have some fun. See who can kill the most people by the end of the night. Which of you can knock down the building fastest, his raw power or your bombs and other weapons? Who'll be the one to spark the flames that rage through the city first?

It's lovely. Watching the smoke pour out the doors, picking off the last few ants that stumble out of the buildings. Making a mess on the pavement, staining your clothes in a glossy coat that you won't easily wash off, careful hands drenched with a vibrant red. You laughter free and truly happy, ringing high above the terror. Watching Mark grin as he taunts the few still alive, drawing them out into a slow, painful death.

You couldn't be more greatful that he'd come to your world, that you got to see him like this.

You go over, turning him by his shoulder. You don't say much, just smile sweetly, hoping your eyes can convey how content you are. And you kiss him slow. Savoring him, thinking over every moment that had led to you being here.

When you pull back, his lips are stained red with the blood that had splashed over yours. An effective mark to seal you to him.

Thank goodness you already thought so, cause if he wasn't obsessed before, there was definitely no getting away now. I mean, how's he supposed to think when he sees you looking so tenderly at him like that?

He'd go through hell or high water to keep you at his lap.

He never really had to prove it, you would have believed anything he said.

But when you'd been ambushed on one of your outings, not responding to him for a certain amount of time. Laying on the ground, pinned by a few resourceful rebels. Getting kicked and beat for being a traitor to your own kind. Blood, your blood spilling around you. And you mutter out a weak, little, "Mark."

He proved he wasn't all pomp and words.

In an instant the roof caves in, light shining down on the rebel base like a spotlight. One second to scan the area, one second for the rebels to realize what true fear is, one second for you to laugh as you tell them how they messed up.

Then everything is a blur.

Screams are cut short as black and blue zips past, slicing through them like paper. Blood is spilt, organs are flayed, bones are splintered through as easily as toothpick, clothes becoming the kindling that would melt the flesh from their skeletons.

You're laughing, sides aching as you cough up fluids. You had warned them about this and they hadn't listened. So why wouldn't you enjoy their idiocy?

Mark though?

Mark was silent, for the first time since you had met him. He wasn't playful or joking as he usually does. Quick and efficient as he worked through the whole base.

You weren't on the ground long before he came over to get you. He held you carefully, not wanting to hurt you. Intimately close to his chest, not caring how dirty he'd end up after. He flew you back out the opening he'd made, stopping and turning a good distance away to watch the base crumble. The flames licking higher and higher, reflected in his soft brown eyes.

Right now though, his eyes were not soft. They looked on with disdain, stormy with thoughts you couldn't quite pinpoint. And his lips were set in a thin line. Frowning didn't suit him.

His hands were slowly starting to become painful in their grip on you.

So you kissed his cheek and thanked him. Once, then twice, coaxing him with smaller kisses as you insisted that you were okay.

Maybe he didn't agree, but his grip lightened and he looked down at you.

So pliant and delicate in his arms. You were still bruised in ways you shouldn't have been, by people who shouldn't be touching you. And he remembered how fragile you were compare to his Viltrum genes.

This would never happen again. If you were to be at side for forever then it couldn't happen again.

He'd make an example out of anyone who dared to think it. With his superhearing, it wasn't hard to weed out the people who planned to target you next time. He let everyone see what would happen to them if they tried.

He took his time with the executions, like he should have back at the base. But he'd been so angry then that he didn't even think of enjoying himself. So now he would. He laughed and smirked as people began to cry, reminding them how stupid and pathetic they were, what a waste they made by living.

He called out to the crowd that he forced to watch, declaring how it'd be them next. Breaking limbs so they couldn't resist, cutting and gouging enough for them to survive but for it to also be painful, beating them within an inch of their life but careful enough so they wouldn't fall unconscious.

Then he'd look back up to his throne, where you sat all safe and sound, waiting for your verdict. The torture didn't stop till you said so, till you gave him the thumbs down to rip off their heads.

The people had to clean up the mess when it was done, friends and family forced to scoop up the mushy remains of their loved ones and toss them out.

At the end of the day, you and Mark would fall into your bed. His head on your chest, memorizing the pattern of your heart. Your hand in his slip of hair, murmuring how sweet it was for him to protect you like that. Planning how tomorrow would go, assuring each other that you loved the other so much.

You were okay ending up like this. Being feared.

You were okay finding yourself on this side of the war. Seen as a villain.

You were okay being deemed gone. Lost. Insane. People had ignored it, you were given the chance to embrace it.

If it meant you were with Mark who didn't care about any of that, then you'd be okay.

You wouldn't have been able to be yourself if he wasn't around.

So you want to stay like this. Want to wreak havoc as day breaks. Want to kiss him amidst the screams. Want to lay at his side as night falls.

You want to be with Mark even if it meant being around no one else anymore.

And Mark was going to make sure that was gonna happen.

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