#i love them both equally and i'm not ashamed to admit it

[wrengrif]

Alright, last Random Thoughts for today

Be mad at Aziraphale! Look at the horrible things that he said! Look at him leaving Crowley after Crowley poured out his heart! He went off to toxic Heaven on an impossible mission!

Be mad at Crowley! Look at the horrible things HE said! Look how he doesn't ever take responsibility for his actions! He walked out when Aziraphale needed him the most!

You know what? You can be angry at both of them. You can blame both of them for not taking the time to actually see the problems right in front of their faces. You can be mad that Aziraphale never asked Crowley to move in with him directly, for not seeing how on edge and depressed Crowley was, how he never seemed to relax, always waiting for another shoe to fall. You can be mad at Crowley for not realizing just how seriously manic Aziraphale was, how the angel was going around without an rudder, using Crowley as a proxy!Heaven to report to.

They both made mistakes. They both have something to learn in their separation. They both have to come back to this friendship, this relationship, having made progress in their own self-realizations.

I think that's what Neil, and the script, have been leading to all along. They're stronger together, but only if they are working together. Equal partnership, fifty-fifty. Balancing out each other's weaknesses, supporting each other's strengths.

We, as a fandom, should not be, in my personal opinion, Pro-Crowley or Pro-Aziraphale. We should be Pro-Ineffable Husbands. We accept they are both fucked up, that we love them anyways, and we're going with them on their wacky journey of personal growth, and eventually, their triumphant reconciliation. That's why we got on this crazy ship to begin with.

So. To them. To Us. To their world.

[universal-imagines]

Hi! I wanted to request a headcanon with Akashi, Murasakibara and Aomine (and another character if you want) about them having a female s/o who is not their original type? (Aka: elegant girls with dignity, Mura: tall girls, Ao: big breasts) Their s/o isn't really elegant lol, or has an average height etc. But they love and treasure her. They reasure their s/o, when she finds out their original type and she's insecure about it

❥ ﹝ insecurities ﹞

i. akashi seijuro

it'd been a couple of months since you'd started dating akashi, but you had yet to make it public

not that he or you were actively hiding it, the occasion just hadn't presented itself, but as time continued to pass by you began to wonder if he was ashamed of you

you'd been friends for a while and people knew the both of you were close, even when everyone else was terrified of him you were always there and he treated you like an equal so you didn't think people would be surprised if you ended up together

however, you didn't fit his type, the type everyone assumed he would eventually end up with, someone sophisticated and well-mannered, someone who oozed elegance and power...

you were just you, maybe a little loud and outspoken or maybe a little clumsy

but your insecurities were immediately dealt with when he took you by the hand and walked down the hall

it was a particularly busy day, you don't quite remember why because your mind was too preoccupied with his hand in yours, but it was probably due to festival preparations

"why did you do that?" you asked when you finally found your voice

"because i could tell something was troubling and i hadn't done anything wrong, so i figure it had to do with our relationship status"

you smiled, of course he could read you like a book

ii. murasakibara atsushi

to be honest you had expected a little more than "you're the perfect size" when you voiced your concerns about your height difference

before you guys started dating you had asked him about his type and he said he wanted someone tall so he didn't have to worry about bending down and stuff, so it had been weighing on you this whole time

you wanted some kind of reassurance that he didn't absolutely hate it, but he just shrugged and continued to eat his snacks

"well can you tell me how exactly i'm the perfect height?"

after taking a bite of a chip he titled his head, studying you for a few seconds

"when i'm tired i can rest my chin on your head and it fits perfectly, doesn't matter if i'm sitting or standing and when we're sitting down you fit perfectly against me. i can practically swallow you up with a hug and i think it's nice"

he ate a few more chips before smiling

"oh and i like the way my sweaters look on you"

iii. aomine daiki

you found the magazines he used to get bribed with by his teammates and felt your stomach drop

in all honesty, you weren't snooping or anything your foot just accidentally knocked into something under his bed and you pulled it out to make sure it wasn't damaged, you actually wished you hadn't stumbled upon his hidden stash of magazines

"what do you have there?" was his nonchalant reaction when he walked into the room

he could tell you were uncomfortable with what you'd found but he thought it was nothing more than shame or disgust that he'd keep something like that

it wasn't until a couple of days later when you brought the subject up that he realized why exactly you looked upset

"are you disappointed that i don't have a big chest like those girls... in the magazines?" you were trying to sound as casual as possible, but your body language told a whole different story

"what?" he frowned, but only got a shrug from you

"i'll admit that's the first thing i see in a girl. i'm a tits guy through and through but that's not all i care about. besides, yours are just the right size. if you had big tits i'd have to watch out for other guys..." he stopped, thinking about how that might have sounded "but that doesn't mean that's the only reason i'm dating you either. without you i wouldn't be able to function. i used to rely on momoi for everything, but now you're the person i look for, so get those stupid thoughts out of your head"

[kathairoette]

Various Yugi, Yami, and puzzleship headcanons because one I'm too busy to draw much, and two I wanted to write a little something for myself, just for fun. And you get to see them too (• 3 •) :

Yami’s transition from vengeful vigilante to kind-hearted yet prideful pharaoh was rocky to say the least. Not understanding and not quite willing to accept Yuugi’s kindness, most of his attempts to understand his newfound life was filled with stone-cold faces, confused stares, and offended petulance. But Yuugi is equally stubborn in helping his new friend acclimatize to being human again, so he does his best to teach him, even if not everything he does is successful.

Yami, despite loving Yuugi, doesn’t worship the ground his partner walks on. Instead he sees a person who’s gone through hardship, being lonely and bullied, and still somehow smiling at the end of it, and it amazes him as much as it confuses him. He’s unsure how to proceed with a person who seems so contradictory. Though with time, he recognizes Yuugi's inner strength and resolves to help Yuugi see what he himself saw in his partner.

Yuugi will never admit it, but whenever he gets the chance to become “the strong one” and help Yami out for a change, it gives him a heady feeling that rivals anything he’s felt before. For once, he gets to protect others, something he never gets to do, and plus, he’s protecting the one person who protects everyone else. He, the tiny and small Yuugi Mutou, protecting Yami no Yuugi, the hero! He finally gets the chance to be “the lead” almost, and it brings him greater joy than any other. Ofc he doesn't flaunt it, but it's definitely something he feels and to a degree feels ashamed about. Though he lets himself be arrogant, just a teeny tiny bit.

To Yami though, Yuugi becomes very vigilant and constant in looking out for him, something he does appreciate exclusively from Yuugi when he can no longer stand on his own. 

In terms of love, the spirit only knows it in theory. He loves his partner, he cares for his friends, he loves his home of Egypt, and he loves his priests and his people. But the kind of love where two people love each other, is less foreign and more of unsure territory for him. He recognizes it’s a love that goes beyond what he’s felt for anyone else, but doesn’t know how to approach it. Much less appreciate it. 

Yuugi meanwhile, understands love very well. He’s yearned for it for years, and finally feels it for Yami, his partner and dear spirit. He hides it of course, the world is more important than his feelings, but when it’s all over and he gets the chance to act on them, his desperate heart won’t let him be so selfless. He enjoys and revels in teaching Yami the many ways one could love, as to him, it shows just how much he loves Yami in turn. But he’s equally patient about it, taking it step by step. Sometimes, he’s so gentle that Yami gets impatient, but Yami’s equally weak to his partner’s tenderness, especially when it’s geared towards him. 

Their relationship isn’t fueled by something as small as one’s appearance, nor did it ever start from it. But when those moments come, Yuugi can feel his breath be stolen by Yami’s visage, or Yami blinking when he sees how the light refracts in Yuugi’s eyes. Still, they appreciate each other’s appearance and take full advantage to do so, especially when having separate bodies. They appreciate them as they entirely are, and not for singular details. 

Yuugi likes squeezing Yami’s butt. There isn’t much there, but whatever he gets, he gropes. Yami’s since then no longer bothered to scold him, only giving him a mild glare and blush whenever he does it. Though he always somehow knows when to smack Yuugi’s hand away when they’re out in public events. 

Neither are comfortable to sleep on because they’re quite lanky, even if Yami came back in Atem’s body (trust me, if he really is all muscle then those are rocks dude, not pillows) So instead Yugi and Yami both like taking a pillow and just putting it on themselves so the other can sleep on them. 

Atem, when alive, was a well-meaning king. A little spoiled, since he was such a golden boy, but overall, a good-natured king. He often listens out to his people, gets into quarrels with Seth because of his seemingly soft nature, and tries to be equal in his sense of judgement. But it never changes the fact that he was a young king, and there was much he had left to learn by the time Kul Elna’s history was revealed. These lessons unfortunately, he would never know, not until 3000 years later. 

When Yami/Atem comes back, he doesn’t come back fully human. Being locked in an ancient artifact with the remnants of darkness incarnate changes you. So while he looks human, he still holds control over the shadows and is as much of their slave as he was their master. The only difference is that the shadows don’t scream anymore, and are more or less docile unless Yami riles them up. And they don’t hurt him anymore, so that’s pretty good too. 

[venturethighs]

Day Three: Role Play w/ Gangster!Venture

Surprise! I said I was going to skip today but I decided that I'd actually challenge myself instead. Instead of my original plot (you "stealing" money) I came up with another one equally as cheesy and I think y'all will like it! Hopefully lololol

First fic is here, second is here!

AFAB!Femme Reader x Nonbinary!Lesbian!Gangster Venture! Enjoy!

No warnings! Everything is consensual and is safe to read! Written in head canon format.

♡ "I told you, I'll never tell." You fight the urge to smile as your beloved slams their hand down on a nearby desk.

♡ They truly got into their role– maybe a little too much– but it definitely gets your attention.

♡ "I have ways of making my clients talk." They lightheartedly threaten. "You seem like a nice enough lady. Just give me what I'm looking for and we can both be on our way."

♡ You look away and pout in a refusal to talk. You feel their hand reach out and grip your chin, forcing you to look at their grinning face.

♡ "I already told you I have no information to give you." You pout even harder. "Even if I did– I'd never sell them out like that. I'm loyal, thank you very much."

♡ "Pssh. We'll see for how long." They lean up and grab a nearby rope.

♡ They're extra meticulous about tying you up this time. They wanted to leave as few markings behind as possible. They start off with your legs.

♡ They carefully wrap the soft rope around your ankle and tie it loosely in a knot before tying it to the bed frame.

♡ They repeat this action on the other side, double checking that everything is nice and comfortable for both you and for them, then move onto your hands.

♡ Your wrists have fully healed up from the last time they were tied, which you were both thankful for but for different reasons.

♡ For you, it finally means they'd stop worrying. For them, it means no permanent damage was done. Though, they expected it would heal just fine anyway... anxiety doesn't deal very well with logic.

♡ Regardless.

♡ You are now helplessly tied up and at their mercy. You're already hopelessly soaking wet just thinking about the upcoming "interrogation".

♡ Not just any interrogation, though. A detective's interrogation looking into the "mysterious" case of your downtown "cafe" and its suspicious amount of customers.

♡ Not realistic in the slightest considering the police force were actively on your side anyway, especially because of the lovely amount of payout, but that is certainly the point of role play– and it seems the "detective" has finally found their biggest lead.

♡ None other than the lover of the smuggler themself.

♡ Your thighs tense as you hear them rummaging around for their "interrogation" gear. They pull their hat below eye level to add a sense of seriousness to it all.

♡ "Last chance to be reasonable. Are you sure you want to go this route?" They look you over and feel a pulse stirring between their own legs at how good you looked.

♡ The lingerie they put you in beforehand certainly didn't help. You looked good enough to eat.

♡ But, tonight, they would be holding off. No– tonight, they're trying a little something different.

♡ They had a massive selection of toys they kept incase either of you ever wanted to use them. While they do see use from time to time, there's truly nothing better than feeling you come against their tongue and face. It's just something that couldn't be topped.

♡ Sometimes, though, it's fun to mix it up. Tonight is one of those nights.

♡ The vibrator wand is all plugged in and ready to go.

♡ You delicately writhe against your constraints. They feel themself grow hotter just by looking at you struggle– though, they're still a tiny bit ashamed to admit it.

♡ "My answer is still no." You pour a little extra sass onto your final word to give it an extra sting. "And you'll never make me tell, no matter how hard you try."

♡ Their dark painted thumb hovers over the ⏻ button on the wand.

♡ "Alright. Just know that it was your choice." They respond without emotion.

♡ You bite your lower lip as the moonlight illuminates them from behind. You watch as their shadowy figure crawls onto the bed and hovers above you silently for a few moments.

♡ They lean down to place kisses to your chest and stomach, feeling your back lightly arch into their touch before settling back down onto the mattress.

♡ "I can see why they keep you around." They mumble, kissing you a little more before stopping just above your clothed mound.

♡ "Excuse you! They'd beat the shit out of you for saying that!" You amusingly fight back.

♡ "Assaulting an officer is a crime. Just like smuggling." They state, hooking their fingers inside your underwear and shuffling them down just enough to expose you.

♡ Their hot breath against your slick folds makes you tense and squirm once more– and they have to fight themself hard not to devour you right then and there.

♡ But... they are patient.

♡ They sit up on their knees before pressing the cool, unmoving wand against your slit. An inaudible sigh escapes your lips.

♡ "Since I'm so kind, I'll warn you one last time." They pause for a second. "So...?"

♡ "No."

♡ The vibrator flickers to life without remorse. It starts off on the lowest setting, and a soft whimper rises from your throat.

♡ They press it further against your wet skin, swirling it lightly as your hips buck upwards.

♡ You find yourself grinding against it rather quickly, throwing your head back into the pillow beneath your head as your breathing picks up.

♡ "Tell me where they are." They command you with a jovial anger.

♡ "Mmmh– no!" You feel them press the vibrator against you even harder as the intensity is turned up a notch.

♡ They continue maneuvering their toy in quick circles against your excited center– hitting exactly where you need them and stimulating you deeply.

♡ They switch through settings to make sure you don't come too fast– their particular one was extremely good for that.

♡ Even on the lowest setting you feel the pleasure inside your hips build exceptionally quick– but you hold back as much as you can. It's just hard to knowing how good it feels.

♡ You continue your needy grinding against the head of the vibrator as your eyes squeeze shut from the pleasure.

♡ "That's it. How does it feel knowing you could've prevented this? Hm?" They snicker.

♡ As if you wanted to prevent it.

♡ "I– I don't care!" Your voice shakes. "My answer is s-still no!"

♡ A brief minute on the highest setting is enough to make you squeal from surprise, fading back into needy moans and whimpers as they fiddle further with the settings.

♡ Little did you know, their hands are also working on themself at the same time. Is it any wonder the settings are so jumpy and inconsistent?

♡ "Just tell me where they are, you worthless whore!" They spat, putting a little extra spice on their insult.

♡ Your heart leaps at their name calling and you feel your knees weaken. Once again, the setting is at its highest.

♡ "N-never!" You answer between heavy pants, drool forming at the sides of your mouth.

♡ "Tell me or else!" They argue, voice cracking as they bury fingers deep inside themself. "I know you're close to cracking!"

♡ Oh, you're definitely close alright.

♡ They continue swirling the wand up against the most sensitive part of you, watching as you grind hard against its warm and wet surface as your orgasm threatens to explode at any minute.

♡ Your moans are unbelievably loud– you're almost scared the neighbors could hear, but at the same time you couldn't care less.

♡ Your eyes roll back into your head as their name falls from your lips by accident.

♡ "Call for them all you want, they're not coming to rescue you!" They taunt you.

♡ You feel yourself convulse wildly as your orgasm approaches at a rapid rate. It only takes a few more repetitions of their toy to send you falling over the edge, coming hard as a little bit of excess liquid deposits on your bedspread.

♡ Only a few moments after that do they also finish, but they're quicker to sober up knowing you're still tied up.

♡ Finally, the wand stops and pulls away from you completely.

♡ "Gah– whatever, you're useless to me if you're going to clam up like that." They set the vibrator aside and begin untying you. "Next time you won't be so lucky."

♡ You don't reply– you just breathe heavily as you slowly descend back to earth and feel your clit pounding from the aftermath.

♡ After you're fully untied, they pull up your underwear and readjust it so you're comfortable. They snuggle up next to you and nuzzle your blushing face.

♡ "You're not a worthless whore by the way. Just in case you actually thought that." They reassure you.

♡ You can't help but laugh.

♡ "Phew, for a second there I thought I was useless, too." You joke.

♡ They smile, nuzzling you further and sprinkling kisses all across your tired face.

♡ "Okay! Okay! I surrender!" You add, feeling their arms wrap around you tenderly and swoop you in.

♡ "Man, if only that detective would've tried that first." They point out.

♡ You both laugh. Then– it's all cuddles.

♡ Again.

[shelbgrey]

Dating Felix Davison Headcanons

-A/n: due to personal stuff the Spooky season series has been canceled and I'm just releasing this one.

Paring: Felix Davison x Reader

Summary: headcanons about dating Felix and what it's like to be around his family. (from the horror movie 'You're Next') -SMUT warning!

❤️MasterList ML2 ❤️Dating Moodboard

First off I think you both would be total opposites. He's kind of a hothead, the rebellious one out of his siblings and you're just really sweet, playfully, and have a big heart.

That's what attracted him to you. You always went out of your way to be nice to him dispite you being really shy around new people.

You guys met during your 2nd year of film school, you both got a job at a movie/book store. He had already been working there a couple of months before you got hired.

You could tell he wasn't a people person so you didn't force him to talk or interact with you, but you were always nice and helped him out when he needed it.

Once he got you to warm up to him he fell in love with your big heart then found it amusing that you had a twist sence of humor.

He found out quickly you were shy. He just hated everyone equally and you were just too shy to talk to people, so it took him a while for you to have a full conversation with him. He found out if he gets you talking about movies you'd be less shy and more open to have a conversation.

He also goes out of his way to be really nice to you even though he's a complete asshole to others. He also loves to make you laugh.

It'll probably take him a few months into dating for his family to find out you even exist. He doesn't get along with anyone in his family other than Crispin and his mom. He'll also be terrified of them scaring you off. It'll probably be a year before you get to meet them face to face.

He's never been ashamed of you, but he could say he's ashamed of his family's actions and personality. He also knows you're shy and way too nice for your own good, so he doesn't trust them around you.

His mom would probably be the first person to meet you and know about you. He doesn't admit out loud, but he's a mama's boy and he was able to get you guys to meet without anyone else around.

She absolutely loves you even though you're the exact opposite of what she expected Felix to date. She loved the fact you were a little shy but very kind hearted. “she's good for you. You both balance each other out”

His ex-girlfriend Zee was manipulative even if Felix didn't relize it, but it's just the little things that make him relize what a relationship is supposed to be when he's with you. You always put him first, have discussion with him instead of fighting like Zee would with him.

Zee also didn't really care about his well-being or his mental health. You learn all his little ticks and his Body language quickly. If he's uncomfortable you'll hold his hand or ask him if he wants to leave. He didn't know how to take all the affection at first because he didn't experience any of that with Zee.

You basically have the 'I don't know what love feels like' and 'well, let me show you' thing going on.

I think all the in-laws would just hit it off immediately. You, Erin, and Tariq would become closer than the actual siblings are. You and Tariq bond over films and stuff since he's a film maker and you're going to film school to be a script writer.

You and Drake don't get along at all. You're a very kind and gentle person and Drake always pokes fun at you and sees how far he can push you. It pissises Filex to no end and he doesn't let anything Drake says slide. “Apologize to my girlfriend, or I’ll rip your tongue out and make you eat it…”

He's very protective and loving towrds you. If you're walking around somewhere together he's holding your hand the whole time. He makes sure to sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door and he's not afraid to defend you from his siblings.

Like I said he's very loving, which would be a suprise to some people. He always wants to hug you and kiss you, he's touch starved and doesn't like much space between the two of you.

For the purposes of this fic, the invasion didn't happen.

I think Felix's mom would secretly favor you and Erin the most. Felix and Crispin are secretly mama's boys, Felix is more willing to admit(to you only). I think it would really piss Kelly off, you and Erin are both down to earth people and kind hearted and Felix's mom just really loves that about the two of you.

Felix's mom would also always encourage Felix to propose to you and even wanting to help pay for a ring if you and Felix have money problems.

You guys are always playful around each other, Felix would rather do it behind closed doors but if you start messing with him when family is present he'll play along.

He likes to play wrestl with you. He didn't like doing it with his brothers growing up, because drake would take it too far and Crispin would start whining. With you its just so much more fun.

Sometimes he'll just let you win so he can see you happy. His hands go to your waist after you push him back down on his back, straddling him. “Playing dirty now, huh?”

Playfulness Is new to him in some ways, like I said somthings he just didn't want to do with his siblings growing up. So tickling is one thing, one time you hit a ticklish spot in his side while you were wrestling and now you just take advantage of it.

Physical touch is his love language.

You're his favorite stress reliever, in both comfort and sexual way. Sometimes he just needs to cuddle while you play with his hair or he needs a good, rough fuck. “you want to fuck me? Use me till all your frustration is gone?”

He's a rough kisser, he's way taller than you so usually he holds your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.

He also loves forehead kisses, it's just so soft and he loves doing gentle gestures like that to you. It just makes your relationship so much more intimate and real to him.

NSFW headcanons:

He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.

He has a tendency to grip the headboard when he's close to cumming.

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

You guys are very adventurous in the bedroom. You both have definitely gotten messier than usal before.

“You want it harder, baby?” He'll complied with her request, thrusting deeper and faster, causing the bed to shake with your movements. He let out a low groan as he felt your nails dig into his back.

He'll lap at your clit with so much hunger, circling his tounge over your swollen bud until you're a moaning mess. When he thinks he's teased you enough he'll take it into his mouth, eating you out like a starving man until you're cumming hard on his tongue.

He doesn’t keep quiet. A good amount of teasing, dirty talk and the way he grunts...

there's alot of sex in secret with him at his family's place during family get togethers, they're mostly quickies which aren't his favorite but he's never opposed to it.

Bondage kink. He'll tie you up with his belt or anything if you're comfortable with it.

He loves getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

He'll move his hips fast, thrusting himself deeper down your throat, the way you suck him drives him insane “Fuck, baby, your doing so good”

biting your neck just to hear you moan. When you finally give in to him, he'll lay you down on the couch or bed and start peeling your clothes off to reveal your chest.

Even though he's the dominant person in bed he wants to know you have equal control too, if you don't like how rough or fast he's going he'll stop and check on you and make sure you're okay. All he cares about is your pleasure.

[what-if-queen-camilla]

A Little Secret - Chapter 7

16th January 1987

Charles had caught and saved the love of his life and their unborn child from falling onto the hard and cold floor and tenderly carried her back into the flat, gently placing her on the sofa, while Annabel quickly got a glass of water from the kitchen. "Darling…", he almost begged her, tenderly stroking her forehead and her cheeks. “Please wake up. Everything’s going to be alright, I promise you…” Having said this, a tear fell from his eye right onto her face and eventually made her eyelids twitch. He bent down and placed a soft, loving kiss right on her beautiful lips which finally brought her back to him. “Darling…”, she croaked and looked at him in complete disbelief. “Am I dreaming?”, she whispered and immediately started crying as well once she realised that he was, too. “No, darling.”, he assured her, pressing her hand and kissing it. “You’re not. I’m here with you and I won’t ever leave you alone.”, he vowed sweetly, as Annabel reentered the room with a glass of water  for her sister and a good glass of Scotch for the Prince and herself. “You… you’ve told him?”, she asked, not really reproachful, and Annabel nodded reluctantly. “I’m sorry, Milla. I know it’s not my business, but… Gosh, Charles suddenly showed up and none of us knew where you were and what happened and… I was just so worried!”, she admitted, taking a huge sip of her Scotch. "Don't worry, Bells.", Camilla replied. "I'd have done the same for you." Annabel sighed in relief but then immediately frowned her forehead again. "But, Milla, what… what happened?", she asked and felt a thick lump in her throat, afraid of what her sister might be going to answer. "I…", Camilla stuttered. "I went to a private hospital.”, she said and both Annabel and Charles gasped for breath for a moment. So they’d been right with their assumption and they were both equally curious and scared to hear more. Camilla nervously looked from Annabel to Charles and from Charles to Annabel again and suddenly felt incredibly ashamed. Sighing, she lowered her eyes and insecurely went on with a tearful voice: “I thought it’d be best for all of us.” Charles looked at her like a wounded animal and held her hand so hard that it almost hurt. But she was more than grateful for this closeness and eventually shook her head. “I couldn’t do it.”, she whispered almost inaudibly and immediately started crying again, while Charles heavily signed in relief and bent down to her again, first kissing both her hands and then all over her face affectionately. “Oh, thank God.”, he exclaimed and it almost sounded like a prayer. Annabel quietly sighed in relief as well and decently left the room in order to give them some private moments. Goodness knew when and how she was supposed to get home again but that was a different story. For the moment, she was nothing but relieved and happy that they had made it there in time and that both her sister and her little niece or nephew were alright. Everything else was surely going to fall in place somehow. “Darling, I’m so sorry.”, Camilla started to apologise in a tear-stained voice but Charles determinedly shook his head. “There is absolutely nothing to be sorry for, darling.”, he assured her, kissing her again and looking at her full of love and adoration. He’s loved this woman since the first time he saw her beautiful face all of those years ago but in this very moment he was sure that he’d never loved her more. She was carrying their child under her heart… Their sweet, little baby, the third child that both of them had been longing for so desperately but never got in their respective marriages; theirs was a true love’s child, the sweet product of their deep, great and immortal love for each other… God, it was a miracle.

“Darling, listen, if one of us should be sorry than it’s me.”, he sobbed and tenderly stroked her belly. "I left you all alone with this, I wasn't there for you when you needed me… and I'm so sorry for that. I'll never leave you alone anymore now, darling, don't be afraid. We'll find a way. I'll be there for you. For both of you." At the end of his speech, he carefully placed his head on her belly, still stroking and gently kissing it. Camilla meanwhile was in floods of tears, but she didn't really care anymore. With him, she felt so secure and loved and it was just now that she realised just how hard the last couple of weeks had actually been for her, both emotionally and physically, keeping the secret, not letting anything show, and not to speak of all of the pregnancy symptoms she was suffering from anyway… "So… you're happy?", she asked carefully and a bit disbelieving, but he nodded strongly and fully convinced. "Darling.", he breathed, devotedly locking her eyes. "I've never been happier. I'm so, so grateful that God has given us this little miracle and I can't wait to hold it in my arms. Her." "Her?", Camilla asked, looking at him in confusion. They didn't know the baby's gender yet… ? "Yes, darling, her. I know we'll have a daughter." Camilla chuckled and shook her head. Of course he was wishing for a girl, he had always been dreaming of having a daughter. She herself didn't really have a preference, nor did she have a certain "feeling" like some mum-to-be's reportedly had, she hadn't had that with Tom and Laura either and she was totally fine with the baby's gender to be a surprise. The most important thing was that the little one was healthy. "But what are we going to do?", Camilla asked anxiously and looked at him in uncertain anticipation. "I don't know…", he admitted. "But I promise you we'll find a way. We'll stay here tonight and I'll take you back to Highgrove tomorrow. You can rest while I'm in Bath and then I'll take care of you over the weekend. You must be so exhausted, my poor darling."

He had meanwhile laid down next to her and held her tightly in his arms, watching her facial expression in a mixture of pride, concern and admiration. She was so strong. How could she possibly have carried this burden all alone all of this time? She certainly needed somebody to look after her as well and God knew that wasn’t Andrew. The mere thought of him and how was treating Camilla almost made him sick but he didn’t want to make it about his feelings, tonight; tonight, it should all be about his darling who was very obviously not feeling well at all. “How are you feeling, darling?”, he candidly asked, tenderly running his fingers through her beautiful, golden hair, and Camilla sighed “Oh darling, I've been so terribly sick for weeks and can’t hardly eat anything.”, she sobbed and cuddled up to him a little closer. Usually, she wasn’t one to be snivelling but somehow it felt good to have him looking after her so sweetly. And it was neither a lie nor an exaggeration, in fact, she had lost about ten pounds since she had first found out about her pregnancy. “Have you tried ginger?”, he asked and his serious curiosity almost made her laugh. Of course her sweet little doctor darling had read through all of the pregnancy guide books and, being the hopeless advocate for everything organic he was, he certainly had to suggest something like that. However, she had to admit that she hadn’t tried it yet but promised him to do so on the weekend. "You also need enough folic acids, my darling.", he added, still in that serious manner. "At least 400 micrograms every day. I'll tell the chef at Highgrove to keep that in mind, it's important!" 

About an hour later, Annabel decently sneaked outside and kindly asked Charles’ driver to take her back home which he agreed to do immediately, had the Prince told him he was going to stay the night anyway… In the meantime, the happy couple kept talking for hours, tightly cuddled up to each other, sweetly dreaming of their future as a family of three until they finally fell asleep around midnight…

[limpdickharrington]

1, 15, 22, 27, 41, 63, 76 (Ozzy sucks 👁️👄👁️)

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

Equal preference tbh. I can't write short multi-chaptered though, either a 10kish oneshot or a 100k+ monster.

2. How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

I try to focus a lot on the balance of tenderness and crude reality. I don't know if it actually comes across to the readers, but I guess the intention is to let you forget what is physically happening for a moment, then push you back into the physical realities of sex and vice versa, spelling out the mechanics of what is happening and cutting it off with the emotional journey.

I don't aim for perfect realism if I'm writing a detailed sex scene because, well... what is fiction for if not exploring things you can't/shouldn't do in real life? But I also struggle to both read and write completely unrealistic sex that's either too perfect or too over the top.

When it comes to smut I only write what I wanna read, so I guess I always figure out what gets me hot about a concept, then try to get that across best I can.

3. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

I can't do omniscient narrator/fics that change pov randomly, it confuses my brain just reading them, nevermind writing one. I also struggle writing supernatural stuff even in my original work and I'm also not really into omegaverse, though I enjoy the occasional meme/thread.

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

Favourite: either when the flow of a new chapter/fic hits and I churn out thousands of words like it's nothing, or when I edit it at the very end and it all comes together.

Least favourite: when I get stuck on something small for 3 months and it gives me a writing block 🙃 Bimmer's done this to me a lot.

41. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

Depends! Usually one-and-done but there are some fics I will go back to. I also reread my own smut a lot skdkfjd but I do write it for me so that makes sense

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

Oh boy.

Too much prep that feels almost mechanical in the way it's done. Safewords for things that don't include cnc. Kink negotiations that are exceedingly mature and educated for the characters and the context. Anal sex being the go-to choice for characters that are inexperienced and sleeping together for the first time.

76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of Ozzy sucks?

Several!! Get ready for a long answer (cnc and noncon cw)

- Really wanted to write their first time fucking afterwards, like would it be gentle for Steve to feel like he's taking care of Eddie and making it up to him? Or would Steve want Eddie to take control, top him and dom him to tip the scales in their power dynamic to a point where Steve feels more balanced about it all?

- I kinda wanted Steve to fuck Eddie in the hallway, on the floor, against random furniture in the house, just fucking wreck the place and beat the shit out of each other, but decided it worked better with Steve's intention of "fixing" Eddie and bringing him back into the fold of their relationship to take him to bed. It was never intended to be a particularly rough and violent scene, the tender parts of it are equally important.

- Speaking of tender, I had a second idea of how the scene could go, with Steve being extremely sweet and caring and reassuring through it all until he breaks Eddie with love instead of pain/fear. More of a mindfuck feel to it, where Eddie is disgusted with Steve but also with himself for feeling good. And Steve reassuring him again and again that it's normal for it to feel good, even if it's rape. That it's okay, there's nothing to be ashamed of, it's normal, overwhelming Eddie with tenderness, exhausting him until he's helpless and has to accept it and admit it feels really good.

- Wanted Steve to make Eddie say a lot of embarassing things/things he doesn't mean under the threat of pain. Forcing him to say he's missed his cock, he's been thinking about it all this time, been wanting it so bad. How it feels so good, even while Eddie's bleeding and clearly in pain. That kind of stuff. Kinda regret missing out on Eddie crying and covered in blood while he sobs out how much he loves it.

- Eddie escaping and managing to run halfway across the house covered in blood and piss until Steve catches him 👁️

Anyways, let's just say I really, really wanna write a follow up chapter/oneshot.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Dani hellooo! Exam season starts and I'm so not ready, have been in a very "I want to just burry myself under a blanket and do nothing" mood and I hate it when that happens. But I'm starting to get more productive so that's something. How are you? I hope your allergies are under control and you feel better and have time to rest!

Finally in a productive mood means I finally feel energetic enough to comment about the LBAF updates I've read. Be warned, this will come in parts because I have a lott of thoughts🫢

You said somewhere that Other Max is the first and we don't know what triggered him. Why was Other Max the first Max triggered first-was he the first Max to witness the prophecy fulfilled or is it something else? (I know you won't answer but I had to ask)

It feels like Mallory was to Other Max what Other Max is to David(like a therapist)

I know sometimes I don't completely get Other Max (I'm still trying to understand him) but I will forever be thankful that he saved Max from Mallory

So if Other Max saves the world let's say from the prophecy and Lucifer, he will be the only one not benefiting from it? Why do you keep doing this to all versions of Max??

The "If Max dies Other Max can take his place" train of thoughts scares me and I don't like them one bit

I'm ashamed to admit that I kind of thought that Other Max put the whole world at risk and fucked Mavid in this timeline (both equally important) just because he can't stay away from David and I too thought it was a little selfish. But of course this amazing complicated person must also have more important reason- if the prophecy was full filed like Lucifer said Other Max is here saving lives. As a reader that loves Max I apologise to him for judging-sorry for doubting you😔

Also, you're telling me Other Max's home, his mundane home was erased when he helped them get the institute-the place where he made so many memories with his David just gone? My babyy

So David didn't ask Max to erase Lance's existence, he asked other Max? Why does this feel something small yet important? Like Other Max hearing this sounds like something that shaped him and Max not experiencing it-unlike Mallory-is something that doesn't benefit him (pushes him and David more far away)?

So Other Max kept saying that Lance will be fine to Other David? But it used to piss Max off when David wanted to hear it/said that? Is it because it was Other Max that started it and if he wasn't around, Max would say it to David?

David promising Vera's mother to protect Nico/never let anything happen to him and take him to see the world in FMF (David failed) and Max promising Vera to take Lance to see the world/keep him safe is a parallel that scares me

Okay maybe Veranica isn't a mundane, maybe? Don't know what else she could be that they wouldn't have noticed, but it's a thought I'm having

Okay didn't they pass a law when the rumors with Rafe and Magnus spread that they're not allowed to gossip about children or something? Why is everyone gossiping about Lance?

What if Nico didn't see the future but had visions about what Lucifer wanted him to see and do??

Max wished Lance would get his sense of humour and Lance's is then times worse-be careful what you wish for buddy😂

Mavid naming their kids was the cutest, Max and David haven't felt like that in a long time, I'm soft

I'm curious about Other David's feelings on Other Max seeing Mallory

Lance roasting the Clave left and right just like Other Max told Rafael that he would Max:poetry

RAFAEL WAS GOING TO BE LANCES GODFATHER? You can't do this to us😭Who is it now?

Antoine and David-we were robbed (although Antoine could theoretically keep contact with Ney York 👀)

The idea of Lance and Regine is kinda laughable now, which hurts because their friendship would have been quite unique:picture Arthur and Regine forcing Lance to play dress up, gold

I have sooo many more thoughts but they will go on a separate ask because this is getting huge🌼

LET'S GO MOTHERFUCKERS.

I mean, yes, I can't answer, but I guess we can assume many things. I can also tell you feel find out in LBAF 6.

This is...true. 😳

He's saved Max from a lot of things, but yes specially Mallory.

I suppose he'll benefit from it in some ways. But not in the way he wants.

It's no a fun thought, no.

Apology accepted hehe. But he is a very complicated man and we have many feelings about him so it's valid.

His memories (of that home) are still there though. Idk if that's better or worse.

It's important - but for something completely different. David asking Other Max to erase Lance leads to one of my favorite moments in the story (later on!)

I think Max's problem here is that he isn't the one comforting David. But a part of the reason (as we will see) is that Other Max over does it, resulting in almost a delusional state for David where he thinks 'everything will be fine' just because Other Max said so. Max isn't being reassured or comforted, so he is panicking about Lance. David is not. It's causing, erm, problems.

Vera :(

She's mundane. I can confirm (not that yall trust me at this point)

Very good point. But remember that 'laws' don't apply to Lance. They don't consider him a legal or literal nephilim. So, it's not as if Mavid can fight against it. He's literally viewed by them as an external threat (like the Devlins or Asmodeus or whatever - not like Valentine or Zara etc).

LUCIFER STAY AWAY FROM NICO YOU CUNT

Lance's humour is the best of the lot and I stand by that.

I'm patiently waiting for the rwrb au for the softness to be back oof

I'm guessing it was something very similar to how he felt when Max refused to kill Mallory. He gets it, but he also feels bad for Max because he knows Max is doing it for her and not for himself. MY PRECIOUS BOI.

It's what she (the clave) deserves.

It's still Rafe if I'm not wrong. the whole godfather thing is more symbolic in the shadow world anyway.

I think about this brotp every day ngl

NOW I WILL THINK ABOUT THIS TOO.

Thank you for the lovely thoughts - and all the questions that make me thing! Also why is exam season starting so early omg. I am ready to fight them!

My jan is currently not as hectic so I really hope my health will get better before I have to dive into work!! Thanks for the love (and the yellow flower!) 🌼

[nedlittle]

top five fast food places

you know i don't really eat a whole lot of fast food aside from tim hortons, which isn't so much a choice as a microchip implanted in my brain. however chinese kfc did ruin regular north american kfc for me forever so instead we are doing top 5 things from chinese kfc that i think about daily

peking dragon twister. the most loving relationship i've ever had in my life is probably with the dragon chicken twister. she's perfect. chicken, scallion, cucumbers, and duck sauce wrapped up in a tortilla. there were multiple occasions where i had a dragon twister for lunch, then got another dragon for dinner (from a different kfc of course). i am a little ashamed to admit this but given the state of my brain in 2020, the fact that i was consuming food at all has to count for something

mashed potatoes. the best mashed potatoes i've ever had in my life. they come with gravy. my friends did not believe me when i told them the mashed potatoes are good and i got to watch them experience mashed potato euphoria in real time. a good side for a dragon twister combo, but as a treat

tea eggs. you could swamp this & mashed potato around, they're both equally good. once i ordered 4 tea eggs and a beverage and that was my entire order

egg tarts. one of my coworkers was dead set on these being the best egg tarts in shanghai and while i do not agree (the pastry doesn't have enough integrity) i respect that opinion

i vividly remember an assortment of crayfish-themed foods (including a wrap) during crayfish season but the only image i can find is this monstrosity which i'm pretty sure i did eat. yes it is a taco made out of chicken

bonus points to the grapefruit mojito that was out at the same time over for the summer if only for the comedic value in the possibility of rolling up to kfc and getting a mojito before my 8:45 am class. i did not because i have standards and also do not drink but god i was TEMPTED

[butch-reidentified]

oh I gotta unpack this one.... this just strikes me as such an odd reaction, honestly.

first - I have to ask, why on earth did you jump to violence?? neither OOP nor OP even remotely hinted at violent thoughts or intentions toward TIMs who disregarded their boundaries. what about this post caused that to enter your mind? I'm not seeing the connection. It certainly didn't pop into my mind on reading the initial post, as my understanding is that by and large, women who feel afraid and/or violated do not have a tendency to react with violence (sometimes even when they should, in self defense situations 😕).

like, as far as I am aware, there's no epidemic of women acting on their own or forming violent angry mobs and maiming TIMs after they've used our restroom - especially without doing anything besides relieving themselves, as in your provided hypothetical. women are socialized to be more passive, men are socialized to be more confrontational, and sadly, many people never get the opportunity to unlearn gendered socialization.

it also is odd to me that you said "just ignores your demands." I am going to give benefit of the doubt here on the word "just," thought I admit I tend to suspect an intent to minimize when I see this word in similar contexts. but here I must reiterate that neither OOP nor OP said anything about making demands, or even confronting the males in question. Both of them spoke of how these behaviors reflect on those who engage in them, and that is all. Neither alluded to what she would do if condronted with a TIM in a women's restroom.

But the thing that I found actually alarming in your response was "ignores your consent (not all women's)," as if this is a normal, acceptable, or remotely ethical thing to say. What exactly did you mean by that? Because it sure sounds like implying it's fine to violate some women's consent to cater to male feelings just because not all 4 billion female humans on earth share the same feelings/perspectives/boundaries. Whatever you meant, *that* is how it comes across, and I find it hard to imagine anything you could claim to have meant that would make this make sense as a mere miscommunication.

And then you seem to rephrase "ignores your consent" as "ignores your demands." Do you hear how that sounds?

Moreover, let's talk connotation: "consent" versus "demands." If I have to tell you that "demands" conveys an image of someone being unreasonable, whiny, petty, spoiled, and entitled, if not a straight-up violent criminal holding people hostage to make demands. "Consent," on the other hand, brings to the mind mutual respect, healthy boundaries, love and intimacy, and honoring the rights of the human individual.

The thing is, we don't want to battle males out of our spaces. Your response is part of the problem that OOP was talking about - the narcissistic and entitled "What are you gonna do about it?" attitude so many gender identity ideologues express toward this subject. It's an attitude of conquering, of bullies. It is not an attitude of a desperate, endangered minority fighting for basic human rights (peeing was already equally legal for everyone, actually! choosing which bathroom is a "right" only trans people get). We want males to be decent enough to respect women's humanity and consequently our boundaries and consent. We want that so so so so so so so fucking badly! We want males to have enough of a conscience to stop and think, "Hmm, I know for a fact that a huge number of women vocally find this behavior upsetting, frightening, violating, and/or triggering, and it's pretty likely that many more women quietly share those sentiments. I need to fight for another solution to my problem here, because I would feel deeply guilty if I made even one woman feel those things."

By 4th grade, I was changing in the bathroom stalls at my school while most girls changes in the locker room. Not because I was ashamed or insecure about my body, but because I knew I was attracted to other girls and I couldn't even stomach the thought of accidentally making one of my peers feel uncomfortable if she realized that, or if - god forbid - I was ever staring into space while daydreaming and thos caused another girl to think I was staring at her changing. These were very irrational anxieties, as I never stared at a girl who was changing ever in my life, and anyway was very much still closeted. But I chose to separate myself because the right of causing even a single girl to feel violated or objectified was agonizing to me.

So it strikes me very acutely clearly to see the bottomless pit of apathy, the utter disregard that males have for us. I had no actual reason to think I might cause a girl any discomfort in the slightest whatsoever, and I was NINE years old, and yet I did not think twice about my decision to prioritize their feeling safe and comfortable over anything I might have felt or wanted.

Males hear from COUNTLESS women and girls how negatively their behavior affects so many of them, and they don't fucking care! The complete opposite of what I felt, they often don't hesitate to strut into our locker rooms with chests puffed and bare dicks flapping around (Lia Thomas is a great example of this). So we are to tolerate our disregarded boundaries and consent, our compromised rights our great grandmothers fought for, and all too often our safety, to "affirm the identity" and accommodate the feelings of our "vulnerable sisters" who act suspiciously like typical entitled and self-centered men.

🤡

TiM’s are wannabe r*pists.

Women’s consent means nothing to them and they will ignore it each and every time.

[afrustratedmom]

I Hate Being A Mom Most Days

My stepson and oldest daughter had a day off from school today which meant there were 3 kids (including a baby) in the tiny apartment today.

My stepson has behavioral issues and was a nightmare today. He constantly whines about EVERYTHING even if it's just to tell you he's getting a drink of water. He threw tantrum after tantrum, out of anger hit my daughter in the face, and constantly lied accusing his stepsister of throwing things, taking things, or drawing on the walls. Basically all of things HE was doing. His highs are excessively high and he is on an 11 when he's that high but within 30 minutes his low are depression like lows. These ups and downs happen all day long every 20-45 minutes. I hate that I feel this way about my own stepson but he is an absolutely insufferable child. My oldest daughter felt the need to constantly touch me and get as equally loud as her stepbrother. Both of them spent all day screaming and running around and touching everything. My youngest, the baby, just cried, and cried, and cried some more. So I spent my day off cleaning and having to deal with 3 children, completely overwhelmed by the noise and touched out. Somehow, some way, my partner doesn't understand why I hate family time. As a mother, I feel forced to want to be around my family, to express to the entire world how much I love being a mom. Every day it feels like work, most days I fucking hate it, and a few of those days does it ever feel worth it. I'm a mom with 3 kids under 5 and I hate it. I feel absolutely miserable about it. I'm stressed out at work only to have to come home and be just as equally stressed out. I hate it here. I hate that this is my life. Is this an extremely unpopular opinion? Yes. Do a lot of women feel this way and are too ashamed to admit it? Yes. Am I going to say it anyways? Also yes. Signed, A Frustrated Mom at Her Wits Fucking End

[adhdilettant]

Hello again, Internet

Today I went outside and realized how much of a complete arse-bucket I've been. It began with a package. I was waiting in anticipation for a knock at the door. But it was far past the delivery time. After sleuthing the reason, I found the package was undeliverable due to an inaccessible mailbox. I'm ashamed to admit, but I had a moment where I almost Karen-ed out. I even took pictures to submit in case they disputed the redelivery (really didn't want to go to the post office, n'yall). But while I was taking the picture I realized just how much of a dick I was being.

Tip your mail-person, right? Yeah the holidays are past us and everyone is starting to settle into the people who they choose to be "this year". I have to admit: I completely forgot to acknowledge them. This is the person who beings me packages and special occasion cards from my dad, though most of the post consists of junk mail and credit card offers! They deserve way more than what I'm able to give them.

I had been going outside so little (thanks, WFH, I truly do love you with all my heart it's not your fault) that I didn't notice the state of my curb. The other caretakers of my street are clearly thoughtful, caring, and diligent people. And no, we don't have an HOA. It was one of the TOP priorities when we were house hunting. It's taken me FAR too long to realize the equal and opposite reaction to that choice. I am the one who is in fact, the HOA. I know it sounds so stupid to say out loud, because duhyouhavetotakecareofyourshitAdi... but dear non-existent reader, all I can say is yikes.

It would be easy to beat myself up over how stupid I've been or just feel badly forever. Maybe even justified if I didn't make sure to from now on have a clean, clear path to my mailbox and try to offer a (late, but genuine) thank you with a nod to my obliviousness. I, however, am going to do both of these things. Doesn't matter if the mailperson hates me forever (because tbh now that I've seen the state of my curb I would absolutely understand); I'm doing my best to fix it because I fucked up. And from there, I can give myself a little grace.

Not to get into it here, but social interaction generally baffled me as a child; I always wondered how it seemed to come so easily to the other kids. Also, how they managed to use folders instead of just kind of... stuffing everything in their backpacks. Up until recently, the general idea I had cultivated about myself, for myself, was just that I was just kinda... bad at things. After a few significant setbacks, I finally consulted a professional and found out that I'm neurodivergent, and I'm adjusting as I go now. That's my grace and it may not be the same for the next panda but it works for me, and I'm satisfied with that.

I'm not bad at things, I'm just better at doing things in a non-conventional way. I'm allowing myself the grace to accept that I grew up in a time where being a gifted kid just meant being assigned more advanced busywork. I've got the space to explore my own creative paths that little Adi and that's exciting.

So, dear-nonexistent reader, here's to continuing my own education. Cheers to taking paths that would exhilarate Young Adi's intellect and creating a life befitting the woman I want to be.

<3

[musebluebird]

She raised her brows at his words before leaning over the table to look at the papers. It was a mess to say the least. If it wasn't for the company logo on the trim, she wouldn't have believe him. It made no sense for those financial statements to belong to the company. Her uncle had tried to sink the ship and it seemed like he had done everything in his power to do so. "Firstly, may I remind you that you signed certain papers that prevent you from talking about this with anyone other than me?" And by 'anyone' she meant especially his family, especially his father. It wasn't that the old man scared Skylar but maybe it was necessary to clarify to James that he couldn't even ask anyone for advice on the matter. It was just the two of them and that was it. Contract was pretty clear on that.

"Second, give me some bloody credit, if I had anything to do with this it wouldn't look so sloppy or obvious, you know I'm smarter than this." If she had anything to do with it, to start with she would have delayed the marriage as long as possible until the situation was unrecoverable and above all, she wouldn't have been so stupid to do it with James on the other side, Sky knew better than to underestimate him.

She took a deep breath before continuing "Third, as much as you'd love for me to be the one to blame, we both know there's only one person responsible for this" Her uncle. He must had something to do with all that, what had the board of directors said about it? They had to know about it too. Skylar had been playing the cat and mouse game with her uncle for a long time. She chose not to work for the family business for a reason she kept to herself "Knowing him, he did everything he could to destroy everything so the family legacy would end with him" and for Skylar to be blamed for any failure of the company. Normally she would never let something like that go unnoticed but getting involved in the company meant entering into an armed war with her uncle. She preferred to hide, she was ashamed of even thinking about it but Sky had done better being the mouse and hiding than being the cat. There were battles she had already decided to lose. All that was left was to make sure her husband fought her battles for her. A coward but a smart one she guessed.

"And knowing you, that's only going to happen over your dead body cause, James? If there's one thing I know about you it's that you like to lose as much as I do." She shrugged as if to downplay the matter. Skylar was trying to manipulate him into wanting to take matters into his own hands as much as she did. Making him see that they were both on the same team there and that she wasn't his enemy, at least not about this "I guess you don't need me to tell you, you need to fix this before it goes public or worse, before it's time to make the annually financial statements public, investors are going to run away if they see this and the board, you need to find out if they were aware of this and then fire them, because if they didn't know, at best they're incompetent, at worst they're as guilty as my uncle" James and she spoke the same language when it came to finances, at least she knew that he was a self-centered idiot but he was capable of solving a crisis of that size in equal measures.

And then, reality hit her like a bucket of cold water. A small, big detail. In order for him to do everything she had just mentioned, James would need to be there personally. "We'll have to move." She nodded, putting the papers aside and leaning back in her chair. "Or maybe you can go I can stay here." But deep down Skylar knew it would never work out, two newlyweds willing to enter into a long distance relationship just a week after saying 'I do.' That was not going to be possible, not really, they would both have to move "This is a mess" She sighed. Skylar was not willing to go back to Europe and all that meant to be back there. She was better at running. She was also too coward to admit she was scared.

Oddly enough, James welcomed the silence that came after he made that comment. He was well aware what he said, but he was not above a ridiculous comment to regain his peace and quiet. It wasn't until she spoke up once again that James got the sense that he had caused a prick of pain. And for a moment, he felt a pang of guilt for his abrasiveness. Still, not something he was going to back down out of. One thing that characterized him and his siblings was their stubbornness, something that usually developed into their inability to admit when they're wrong. So, instead, he looked up from his desk as she got up from the chair. "Lunch break? And, here I thought you controlled your own schedule." James rolled his eyes, nodding in agreement. It was what he had suggested earlier. What was the point in spending hours planning something they both were in disagreement over? Planning a marriage he dreaded sounded like the worst way to spend his evenings. "Great, wedding planner is the best course of action. You keep throwing the kill thing around, you better hope I don't drop dead before reaching the altar." Well, at least she still agreed to see him there. James wasn't sure how it'd go if he told his father she flat out refused marriage.

Once James took the time to process this marriage as the merger it would eventually be for both families, he was perfectly fine. It was good business, and he was confident in his abilities to drive the company forward. His brother had been committed to their family's empire, and his sister would eventually get her head in the game. The Greys were secure, and that thought comforted him. Honestly, honestly? He might've actually enjoyed the reception a bit, when he ignored the drawback to this situation - Skylar. It was a bit weird, sure, for the few words exchanged between them to be their vows and I do promise, but they had said too much at their last meeting. They had already laid everything out on the table, what more could they spat at each other? She kept her distance, and kept their conversation to a minimum. He was fine, at least he wasn't hearing constant complaints of how he planned this entire scheme.

The wedding was stunning, at least she had a good eye for wedding planners. He had even heard it was considered one of the weddings of the year, two for the Greys. Great, one point for Skylar. The wedding planner had reached out a few times with the dumbest requests, which color for whatever. Who cared, just pick one. Aren't you the expert? Admittedly, he contributed nothing but his presence. Though James supposed that his parents had a say here and there. He could see glimpses of their touch.

He had no plans to come into her family's office building. Shortly after the wedding, he had been given access to the company files, and knew he had a lot of work to do to catch up. Still, he preferred to keep his distance and continue using his office at his family's building. After all, he'd see more than enough of her at home. But, just the beginning of his review, he already had more questions and one that he really wished his wife wouldn't confirm. Walking into her office, he rolled his eyes at her first comment. "Cut the crap Skylar." Did she really think this was a social visit of some sort, that he was actually demented enough to make his way here? He came in with a file, printed versions of the files he had received access to. "This is not a social visit. Help me? Yeah, I'd hope so. Care to explain why your family's finances are shot? All that shit you talked about old money, and your family is in the red? Cute. What's your game here - trying to dupe my family into marriage? Use our money to rescue your company?"

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

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Thanks for the ask anon!

1. Who are your three favourite characters, and why?

First two that I can't decide over the other are Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, so they are always first and second depending on who I focus on more that day.

Wei Wuxian because I think thematically and in personality he is very appealing as our main protagonist. And I definitely can't think of having this same book if it weren't for his determination and his innate nature for wanting to do what is right. His want for others to want comfort and a good life as well is just a very humble wish and rather amazing despite he himself admitting the many opportunities he could have taken to meet hurt and harm equally. There are accusations of his hypocrisy from fandom and within the book, but he is one of the only ones that does say "It is fair of you to hate me for what I have done to you intentionally or not" but, he doesn't allow this to martyr him, he does not dislike himself or is insecure with himself for that since he realized he could have as he wanted as soon as he was comfortable with Jiang Fengmian. A naturally good person does not push for more insatiably and constantly when they are content. And he is a show of that, it makes others want more for him in his place. I think of a character is able to invoke that sort of yearning as a complete stranger for the audience, it's done it's job as a narrative.

Lan Wangji, to me he has the best and consistent character arc that follows the way he has to bridge what he knows and sees as morally right, with the way he was taught and learned. It's a difficult middle ground to come to terms to, especially when you are raised in such a traditionally strict environment and are told one way is the right way to live and be. Human feelings aren't always easy and trying to come to terms that they are okay and not something to be ashamed of, is a hard lesson to learn as you grow. Discipline and kindness can coincide and can be used to nourish others as long as you first and foremost remember to love and exhibit that care. He is able to grow into that resolve of wanting good for others and choosing to also teach that to others in his quiet way. He is able to make peace with his own self and his determination for the choices he decides to follow through with. It's an admirable thing to be steady in your choices no matter what.

Jiang Cheng, I can write a lot about him, but I'm salty at fandom today. So fuck that. He is my shitty blorbo raccoon that deserves to be served crap on a plate and to be roadkill only.

7. Is there any fanon character interpretation that really bothers you, and if so, why?

Oh, there is plenty....

But since this is asking for a specific one, I suppose my biggest one is forever and always a Wei Wuxian who doesn't think he is "good enough or deserving" of love. It's frankly bullshit as he very openly takes the affection that is given to him with not one lick of hesitation or guilt once he is given it. It's there with Jiang Yanli and Lan Wangji. He meets their love as ardently as he can since they equally and unreservedly give it. He is not a waif craving and holding himself back once it's there and given openly, why WOULD he keep his own confidence and indulgence of that back? He isn't at all worried about his own talents and what he thinks of his own abilities, as he says, he is arrogant enough to have thought of himself as a big fucking deal and said that to anyone hearing. That's not the words of someone who sees no worth in themselves or for others to ever get that idea themselves. His confidence is large, and in a sense partially what got him into the messes that it did at times, but it's not like those fails ever knocked it down, just made it stronger and wiser. He'll see someone willing and wanting to spoil him shamelessly, he'll also shamelessly go "Hell yeah" and indulge them both to hearts content. Even with a larger sense of guilt within CQL, this is still just as apparent as soon and Lan Wangji shelters him safely

[slashbitch2]

The Very Nosy Neighbour

this fic was 100% inspired by this one here , but I mean it practically wrote itself I couldn't resist

NSFW

You can't remember much past waking up in an unfamiliar room- though 'room' is really a sugarcoated description, as in reality it qualifies more as some kind of cavern. You're sitting in a chair, ankles and wrists bound by an indistinguishable material. Whatever the binds are made of feels strong, so any attempts to struggle against it are futile. Yet, in spite of what really should be an extremely stressful situation, you find yourself completely relaxed. You briefly wonder whether you've been drugged, but with every sense feeling fully operational, that theory is soon dismissed.

Instead of choosing a more logical response to the circumstances you've found yourself in, you decided to focus more on your surroundings: not to form any resemblance of an escape plan, but simply out of curiosity. Although, the investigation is equally as ineffective. You're unable to name anything around you except for stone walls, strange (glowing?) vines and weird symbols carved above a few archways. Everything beyond that is either entirely lost to you, or shrouded in darkness.

With little else to do, you start to think back on the events that led you there, trying to glean any useful information from the blurry memories. The clearest image, therefore the most recent, is the smirking face of a woman, Agnes you realise. Though the malicious glint in her eyes doesn't quite match your perception of the nosy neighbour. But where is she now? Is she also in danger? You may not have known Agnes for very long, but are reluctant to let any harm come to her regardless.

With a clearer head, you consider calling for help, but a small voice at the back of your subconscious warns you against this. And the voice sounds smart, so you elect to listen to it. But what should you do instead? Where did this voice come from? And most importantly, should you trust it? Luckily, you aren't given much time to overthink the decision.

While trying to tune into this voice, footsteps echo in the distance, gradually drawing nearer. You hold your breath as the sound suddenly stops, leaving your eyes scanning the vicinity for any movement. The unpleasant reality dawns on you all too quickly: the footsteps were approaching from behind you.

“Well, well, well.” Someone says playfully, then snorts as they start walking closer. "Sorry to be a total cliché. I couldn't resist." It's Agnes. She narrows her eyes and smirks, folding her arms as she examines your constrained form. Subjected to her scrutiny, you find yourself swallowing, but your throat is too dry. Other small discomforts also become noticeable; your cramped limbs, aching back and the bruises on your hands. Well at least you put up a fight. The more rational part of you, however, realises that your hands are no longer bound. You stare down at them, flexing each finger as if checking they were all still fully functional.

Something suddenly knocks into your head and you grimace. Left reeling from the impact, you realise that you're slightly nauseated. Though not enough to stop you from reaching out to grasp the floating cup of water. The fact that the glass is suspended in mid-air doesn't go unnoticed, rather ignored, since there's too much happening simultaneously to comprehend any of it in sufficient detail. You swirl the liquid round, hesitant to drink, unwilling to trust your captor's apparent mercy.

"Drink up, dear." Agnes drags a chair forward, which seems to have just appeared out of thin air. She sits backwards on it, legs spread and arms resting on the back casually. "That's all you're getting until we're done here." The tone of her voice is both threatening and teasing. You're reluctant to admit it's quite a turn on.

One glance up at her prying expression and you relent, downing the chilled water way too quickly. Though you aren't given a chance to mourn your impatience, as with an effortless wave of her hand, Agnes refills the glass. While you sip at the water, she refuses to tear her eyes away from you for even a second. It's slightly disconcerting.

“Now," She claps her hands, startling you. "I assume you know why you’re here?”

“Not really.” You confess, unable to pinpoint why anyone would go to so much effort to kidnap you, especially Agnes, who up to this point had been an eccentric yet kind neighbour.

She sighs, more for show than anything else, and rubs at her temple. "Come on Y/N, let's not play dumb now."

Embarrassingly, a heat begins to pool deep in your gut, but you quickly dismiss the unwarranted lust. "I don't know what you mean."

"Oh really?" She quirks an eyebrow, sitting upright. "You really have no idea?" The inquiry is ridiculing, and you can see that your naivety is starting to annoy her.

All you can do is shake your head and pray the sincerity is reflected in your eyes.

"Okay." She slams her hands down on her thighs. "I guess we'll have to go about this the hard way then, toots." A sharp gesture and your hands are bound before you once again.

By the time you're looking up, she's striding toward you with purpose, which does nothing to ease the building heat between your legs. Her hands clasp on the armrests either side, essentially trapping you, not like escape would've been possible without the extra precaution. Up close you finally recognize this isn't Agnes- in fact it never has been. There's a feral yet wise appearance to her, the facade of nosy neighbour dissolved in an instance to be replaced by a deranged, frighteningly powerful woman (or witch, you're undecided).

Despite your better judgement, you're unable to stop yourself from asking. "Who are you?" Your voice barely breaches a whisper, but she's standing close enough that nothing less intimate is required.

She looks mildly impressed, the corner of her mouth twitching almost indiscernibly. "Agatha Harkness." She extends a hand, smirking upon realisation that you're a little too tied up at the minute to reciprocate. "Lovely to meet you."

You swallow again, finding your throat to be a little less dry. "Likewise." Then decide to take another risk. "So what do you want from me?"

“Wanda's true identity.” She replies so quickly that you almost miss it, looking at you with an eagerly expectant expression.

Agatha's question confuses you further. “I don’t know what you mean.” Although your answer is honest, something at the back of your mind hisses lies.

"There's no need to lie here." Her patient humour had disappeared. "Trust me, no one will hear you, so drop the act."

For some unbeknown reason, her accusation angers you. "I'm not putting on an act, I don't know why I'm here or what you want from me." The bravery dissipates all of a sudden as you remember that you're not exactly in the position to command such authority. "Please, stop this."

Agatha purses her lips, stands up and turns away from you. She calmly moves forwards a few paces, and in the short amount of time you manage to convince yourself that she's given up. Until in a completely unprovoked move, she swings her hands to the left, sending her chair crashing into the wall in frustration. Whether this is part of her interrogation performance or not, it works. Your heart starts racing, and confusingly, the awkward heat between your legs pulses.

She runs a hand through her hair, still facing away from you. "Don't make this any harder harder than it needs to be." You can practically hear her grinding her teeth, but don't doubt that she was getting some enjoyment out of the situation.

"I can tell you that Wanda is my sister and only real family, that I moved to Westview with her and that I couldn't live without her." You start listing off some basic facts, desperate to prove to Agatha that nothing is hidden. That you're normal.

"What about your brother?" She swivels round, clicking her fingers as she tries to recall something. "Pietro!" She exclaims.

"Pietro..." You falter. Why does the name sound so familiar? The nausea worsens. You shake off the feeling. "Never heard of him."

“Liar.” In one swift movement, Agatha is right by your ear. The feeling of her lips brushing against your skin causes you to close your eyes. The close proximity was becoming overwhelming, and your body had chosen to react in a rather unfortunate way. Admittedly, you'd always had a thing for Agnes, but Agatha was on a whole other level. You dreaded to open your eyes, worried that she'd noticed your current state. Instead, you internally begged for mercy.

“Don't go all shy on me now.” She pushes your shoulder into the chair, compelling you to open your eyes. "If you don't want to talk, I have other methods." Her hand raises, a purple flow emanating from the tips of her fingers. It crackles and sparks, as if the power was barely contained, yet as she shifts closer to brush the hair out of your face, you don't flinch. One finger remained touching your forehead, then traced down to your jaw, and finally along to grasp your chin.

While the vaguely sinister movement terrified you, it also forced you hold your breath and grip onto the armrests for dear life. Why you'd decided this was hot was beyond you considering the many connotations of her words, yet your thighs pressed tighter together as she drew closer. You attempted to turn your head to the side, longing for distraction, but her hold on you kept your head still.

"This won't be much fun for you, dear." She sighed in mock pity, her breath hot against your skin... Which just tipped you over the edge. As hard as you tried to stifle the noise, a broken moan escaped your lips. You'd definitely hit a low point here. Too ashamed to face your apparent arousal, you screwed your eyes shut. Although, at Agatha's silence, you relented and opened them barely a minute later.

To your relief, or perhaps dismay, the woman was grinning like a maniac. Her eyes flickered down to your parted lips as she chewed on her own. Then carefully, as if she were testing the waters, her fingers began to rub against your jaw, and upwards to your mouth. Your breath deceives you by hitching as her thumb slips between your lips, stroking your tongue. At the contact, you can't help but arch into the touch. Agatha chuckles.

"I take it back." She murmurs, removing her hand. "This will be fun." Although the intimidation factor prevails, there's a certain desire mirrored in Agatha's expression which cancels out any remaining common sense. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, and even if you wanted to, there was little you could do to stop her. So, you give into your yearning, sighing as she climbs to sit on your lap. Immediately, her hand switches to gripping the back of your neck as she slams her mouth onto yours. You willingly indulge by opening further, allowing her tongue to slide between your lips. Her other hand lowers to grab at your chest, like she were trying to tug herself impossibly closer.

Without removing her lips, the hand massaging your chest shifts to your thigh. She still keeps her lips firmly pressed to yours, and with the lack of oxygen, you can feel yourself growing lightheaded. It almost feels like a challenge, one which you're determined to succeed at. Though when she eventually does break away, her hand suddenly slips between your thighs, and your breath is stolen from you once more. Wasting no time, she massages you through your clothes, dragging out an inevitable whine. The touch is both too much, and not enough. But judging by her malevolent smirk, that was exactly her intention.

Even though you were currently incapable of producing any reasonable thought, you still noticed that Agatha wasn't entirely unaffected. Her breathing was laboured, hips occasionally jerking against your thigh and eyes struggling to stay open. The influence you were having on her only encouraged you to moan louder, craving to see her equally dishevelled. Your plan seemed to momentarily fail as her hand retreated. But you'd certainly earned her attention.

She licks her lips, then abruptly changes her expression to look disturbingly like that of Agnes. "You wouldn't leave me out of the fun now, would you dear?" Her voice is high pitched as she basically sings her words. Although the question must've been rhetorical as doesn't await a response, instead you find your hands unbound, flung behind your back and bound together all in a matter of seconds. Then, she shifted her position, yanking your bodies closer so that your crotches were pressed together. She grunts, heaving forward to rest against you for a moment and regain her composure. And finally, without warning, starts to grind your hips together.

It doesn't take long for her movement to become more frantic, accompanied by her hair spilling onto her face. She remains impressively quiet, however, or perhaps you were just comparably loud. With the little pride you have left, you decide to take matters into your own hands, and start meeting each thrust with equal vigour. Miraculously, it works. She throws her head back with a remarkably loud moan, proceeded by change in strategy as she starts almost bouncing on top of you, hips losing their rhythm, pleasure overwhelming her. Startled by her lack of self-control, the heat in your stomach begins building exponentially fast. Your eyes slam shut.

A hand grasps onto your face. “Look at me!” She growls, then emphasises her demand by rolling her hips torturously slowly. The movement ceases. She leans her forehead against yours, staring directly into your eyes. “Come with me.” To your surprise, there's an audible plea in her voice.

At a loss for words, you nod. The pleasure had been building for so long that you knew it'd only take a few more grinds to push you over the edge. With your confirmation, Agatha resumes her thrusting, though soon succumbs, throwing her head back and uttering an exceptionally loud, high-pitched moan. She arches her back, pressing herself so far into you that the pleasure peaks. You groan, lurching backwards in a moment of pure bliss. All you can feel is Agatha, all you can think about is Agatha. Coming down from the high, you sigh and collapse forward to bury your face in the crook of her neck.

She tenses slightly at the contact, but soon relaxes into the strange embrace. You gently press your lips against her skin and feel her shiver, confirming your suspicion that it'd been a while since Agatha had received such affection. Motivated by a new, more innocent desire, you continue to pepper light kisses across her throat and behind her ear, simply enjoying the unexpectedly intimate moment.

Agatha finally breaks the silence, leaning away from your touch to look down at you curiously. "Wanda really has you under her mind control too, huh?"

Although still stuck in a post-coital haze, you muster enough brainpower to consider her words. "Mind control?"

"Oh, right." She smirks, a slight sadness perceptible in her eyes. "Forgot to mention." Before you can say anything, she swings one leg to the side, stiffly sliding off your lap and clasping her hands together. "You might want to reconsider where your loyalties lie, dear." She glances at you, then ambles to the opposite side of the room. "That's one fucked up family situation right there." Her voice teasingly calls out.

You feel yourself flush, strangely offended by her comment, and annoyed by her vagueness. "Like you can talk." Your response is a total shot in the dark, but must've hit a nerve since she slowly turns back to you, a suspicious expression upon her face. "Just a guess." You add, unwilling to know the details of whatever sensitive topic you'd just touched upon. Agatha easily shrugs it off, leaving behind a stifling silence. Eventually, it's a mixture of your own boredom and concern that prompts you to end the lull in conversation. "Are you still planning on interrogating me about something I know nothing about?"

"Oh, no I read your mind." She waves a dismissive hand over her shoulder. "Got all I needed."

Again, you're left suffocating in the confusion her ambiguity provokes, with nothing else to ask except. "How...?"

The inquiry must've been exactly what Agatha wanted to hear as she immediately dropped what she was doing to turn around and lean on the wall, arms folded in a casually smug pose. "Sex leaves you vulnerable." She smirked. "All I did was take advantage of the opportunity- but I'll spare you the boring details." With a flourish of her hand and a flash of purple, the binds holding your ankles and wrists disappeared. "You can go now. First door on the left."

Without sparing you another glance, she busied herself with some witchy task, allowing you to see yourself out. Massaging your wrists, you stood slowly, watching her expectantly. Surely she wouldn't just let you leave? Yet as you sauntered over to the door she'd directed you to, she made no move to stop you. "Bye then?"

Agatha looked up at you and winked. "See you around, neighbour."

[highflyerwings]

I don't know if you still accept asks about My Name but I can't think of anyone else to talk about Choi Mujin.

I was thinking about him and Donghoon (and I do this pretty often) I just have a hard time understanding how Mujin could bring himself to kill his best friend.. Like how heavy he must feel in his heart. How heartbroken he became, maybe shocked, perplexed, when he found that voice recorder in his lighter. (I wonder how many years it had been since Donghoon gave it to him). But what always brings tears to my eyes is how he brought himself to kill his 10-12 years' friend, like how much pain he felt when he pulled that trigger.. Donghoon obviously wasn't just a friend to him. I fucking hate it now. I'm sorry for ranting on but those two brings so much pain to my heart alot these days. Ok I shut up, bye

Obviously in terms of reactions, Mujin's was pretty...drastic, by normal standards.

But by Mujin standards, it was pretty par for the course to be honest.

I've said it before, but I think loyalty was Mujin's love language. It's what he offered those he loved, but he expected the very same in return. Now, did he ever communicate this? No. Did he expect those around him to just...know (because it's Mujin, and Mujin has his code, and his standards, and his ways, and everyone should just fucking know???)? Yes.

Was he correct for any of this? Again, no. But let's look at it from Mujin's perspective.

If you've lived your life by the code of "loyalty above all," and you uphold that without remorse, without question, every single time; if you live a life focused on "the job," where maybe personal relationships (romantic or otherwise) are a rarity (if not an entirely foreign concept); when you finally find yourself with a friend -- and a Best Friend, at that -- someone who has risen above all else to find a place in your heart that sets them apart from "the job" and the life you've lived for years, that attachment can be...disastrous.

So here's Mujin. Thee Choi Mujin. We know him. We can see him. He's a dramatic bitch. And that's not even me being hyperbolic. He is just that dramatic. Canonically speaking. Mujin is the dark and mysterious villain with...maybe not a heart of gold, but a heart at the very least. He's got depth.

So this angsty, twisted man finally finds himself with a friend. Maybe his very first real friend he's had his entire life. And maybe he didn't even realize how attached he was until the day he found that tracking device in his lighter. Maybe he'd never admitted it to himself. Because he's Mujin. He doesn't get attached. He doesn't "like" people. He has a reputation to uphold. But Donghoon got him.

And I hate to say Mujin's reaction implied that he was romantically in love with Donghoon. Because romantic love doesn't equal "deeper" love. So looking at it from either perspective -- romantic or platonic -- the way Mujin reacted was dramatic, but it kept in line with his code.

The only other time we've seen Mujin as off the rails unhinged as he when he discovered the tracking device Donghoon put in his lighter, was when he saw Taeju's dead body. Both times he'd been betrayed. Jiwoo betrayed him by killing Taeju; Donghoon betrayed him by...being Not Donghoon.

Think about it. You're the leader of a drug cartel. You've spent the better part of your adult life running a literal drug ring. You're smart, and competent, and you've built a reputation on those grounds, and you've been running this business under very strict guidelines since you've taken over. So not only has This Person cracked your defenses -- they've wormed their way into your heart in a way no one else ever has -- but suddenly. SUDDENLY. You discover that, not only are they a cop (the literal enemy), but that they've been lying to you -- about EVERYTHING -- from day fucking one.

You're ashamed. You're embarrassed. You're hurt. You're fucking livid. How dare this happen. How dare they do this to you. How fucking dare. So you're a dramatic bitch about it. You break into his apartment and ransack his shit. You search for the very thing you know you're going to find, but dread discovering. You pray you won't find it. You pray, and you pray, and you pray, to whatever deity is listening. You beg that you're going insane, there's no way, there's no fucking way, this can't be happening, this isn't real, and then you find it. You find the proof that This Person has been lying. This Person is not who they said they were. This Person is suddenly not that person. They're a stranger. They're...who. Who the fuck.

So Mujin's code of "loyalty above all" takes over, and he's more angry than he's ever been in his entire life, and as Taeju says, "Hyungnim always kills traitors personally." So what other option is there? What's Mujin to do? He only knows One Way, and unfortunately that way is intensified under these circumstances, and he finds himself faced with the very real likelihood that he has to kill his best friend. He has to kill this person. He has to. He literally has no other option, simply because he's never afforded himself the luxury of having an option. There are no "options" in this life. There's action and reaction. And the only reaction Mujin has ever found necessary is revenge.

So he's a jealous lover. He's jilted. He's angry in the same way he is when business partners screw him over. But this isn't a business partner. This is Donghoon. But he only knows how to handle this in one specific way, so that's what he does. His immediate reaction is to kill the traitor, and maybe he's more impulsive about it than he normally would be. We've seen him take out business traitors. He's methodical, and calculated. But with Donghoon...that was impulsive. That was personal.

So yes. Mujin was hurting when he pulled that trigger. That was the most pain he'd been in his entire life. Then he heard Jiwoo's voice behind the door, crying for her father. The daughter Mujin never knew Donghoon had. The person Donghoon had been running off to all this time, not the lover Mujin had imagined. So now he's more confused, and he's immediately sick, and he's hurt, and he's guilty, and he's all the worse things he's ever felt, and it's only because he has a heart through all of this, that we get the Mujin that we meet.

Mujin reacted in the only way he knew how. He stayed true to his code. But it ended up killing him in the end. Killing Donghoon broke Mujin. He was broken before he ever met Jiwoo, before he ever lost control of his life, and his business, before he lost Taeju. He was broken the second he pulled that trigger.