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beomiracles · 5 months ago

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hii congrats on 500 !! this is my first request so plss bear with me

i've been thinking a lot about enemies to lovers(?) with ice skater!yeonjun x ice skater!reader..

the two had been paired together by their coaches but they DO NOT get along

but they have such good chemistry when they perform and they feel it too

then on a day before a competition things just snap and they just cannot keep their hands off each other

again congrats on 500!! :33

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... this was such a good idea!! but idk if I like how I executed it or not (╥﹏╥) so any feedback is super duper appreciated! (I did proofread but I'm almost certain there's a few mistakes, feel free to point them out!)

wc -> 1.9k

pairings ice skater!yeonjun x ice skater!afab!reader warnings semi-public sex, unprotected sex + pullout method, slight descriptions of cum, marking, hate sex?

The feeling of his warm hands on your waist causes an almost burning sensation to ripple through your body, despite the ice rink being well below freezing degrees. Your feet lift off the ground as Yeonjun’s grip on you becomes tighter. — Effortlessly, you land again as the two of you separate. Every moment on both your parts were flawless and you were more than ready for the day ahead. That was until…

“Ow! Fuck!” You cry out in pain as your knee hits the ice beneath you. Confused, you brace yourself against the cold surface as you glance up to see Yeonjun a few paces away, seemingly equally lost. “What’s going on?” Your coach asks as he stands by the entrance of the rink, a frown plastered across his face. “You were supposed to catch me”, you seethe as you turn to your partner.

“And you were supposed to be on my left not my right”, he retorts as he glides over to reach out a helping hand, one that you push away. “No I wasn’t”, you grit out as you rise to your feet, wincing slightly. “Were too”, Yeonjun presses as he folds his arms across his chest, his lips pressing into a thin line. “No I wasn…” — “That’s enough!” Your coach shouts as he beckons you over. With your heads hanging low in shame, the two of you skate toward him.

He sighs as he runs a stressed hand through his short hair. “Get it together”, he pleads as he looks between your and Yeonjun’s unblinking expressions. “You guys perform so well together, learn to put your differences aside and work toward the bigger picture. We can’t afford screw ups like these.”

Screw ups. You glance over at Yeonjun who seems just as disappointed. If anything he was the screw up and not you. He sends you a small glare, seemingly holding similar thoughts of you. “Coach I…” you begin but is quickly silenced by an accusing finger from your trainer. “I don’t want to hear it. Go home, get some rest and come back early tomorrow for a final rehearsal.” He sighs as he gives you one last pleading glance and you nod. “Yes coach.”

“This is all your fault.”

The sounds of the locker slamming shut fills the joint changing room and you glance toward Yeonjun with a scowl. “My fault?” You scoff, sitting on one of the benches you slowly work on untying your shoes. “You’re not the one who ended up with a bruised knee.” You retort as your attention returns to the strings in your hands.

Leaning against his locker, Yeonjun folds his arms across his chest. “You’re the one who can’t follow a simple program. How do I know you won’t mess up tomorrow?” He questions as he cocks an eyebrow at you. Frowning, you don’t look up from your skates, “I’ll mess up? You’re the one who failed to catch me.” You state as you tug at the knots, to little avail as they seemed to draw in tighter against your ankles. .

“And I would have, if you had appeared on my left, like you were supposed to.” He barks as he pulls on his sneakers. — “You always blame shit on me”, you sputter as you helplessly pull at your skates; groaning in frustration when they refuse to budge. Kicking your feet against the tiled floor, you wince as your bruised knee makes itself known once more. “Fucking piece of shit”, you mutter as you brace your hands either side of you on the bench.

Letting out a huff of air, Yeonjun runs a hand through his dark hair. “You’re fucking unbelievable you know that?” He mutters as he marches up toward you. Confused, you blink up at him, “what’re you…doing..” Without even sparing you a glance, he crouches down by your feet as he begins untying your shoes.

“It’s an easy program, I don’t understand what about it is so difficult for you to grasp.” He grunts to himself as his lean fingers work to relieve the pressure the knots on your skates had been putting on your ankles. “Yeonjun what are you…” — “Just shut up will you?” He groans as he pulls one of your skates off before moving on to the next one as he continues his rant.

“You’re so fucking difficult”, he mumbles as the frown on his forehead deepens. “And the worst part is, you don’t even realize it”, his words come out as a breathy laugh as he shakes his head. “Do you know how hard it is to focus out there?” He complains as he pulls your second shoe off before tilting his head up to look at you, bracing his hands on the bench either side of your own.

Too stunned to even speak, you watch him with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “What?” You whisper, your brows furrowed as you try to make sense of his blunt statements. He chuckles as he runs a hand through his hair in disbelief. “Even outside of the rink you’re fucking oblivious.”

“Yeonjun, what are you talking ab…”

He shuts you up with a harsh kiss to your lips and your eyes go wide as you lean back. Quick to chase after you, Yeonjun pushes you up against the locker as he parts your knees to make room for himself in between. His hands move from their spot on the bench to wander along your upper thighs and waist, pulling your hips forward as he deepens the kiss.

Blinking away the shock, your eyes flutter closed as your hands find their way under his shirt; feeling him up the way you had undeniably wanted to for so long. The fact that you hated Choi Yeonjun was no secret, and neither was it that he hated you too. — However, the thoughts of him you allowed yourself to have late at night when no one else was around; the lingering glances when no one paid attention or the brief spark of electricity that coursed through you whenever his hand brushed against yours, those were all very secret. — You just hadn’t imagined Yeonjun to be carrying the exact same burden.

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me”, he groans against your lips, his fingers moving to twiddle with the material of your rather short skirt. Lost in the heat of the moment you sigh against his mouth. “Then why don’t you show me?” — Pulling back to look at you, Yeonjun’s chest heaves up and down, “what did you just say?”, he asks, as if making sure he’d actually heard you right.

You grin as your hands retract from his shirt, pushing his soft hair back, you lean in to whisper against his ear. “I said, why don’t you show me?” You hear him mutter a few curses under his breath as he glances down between your bodies. His tongue prods against the inside of his cheeks as he considers his options. Throwing a quick glance toward the door he then smirks, “your words, not mine.”

With that he reconnects your lips, teeth clashing together as you gasp into each other’s mouths. His hands wrap under your thighs as Yeonjun hoists you up with little effort, just like he did out on the ice. Without breaking the kiss he walks you over to the nearest wall, groaning as your hands tug impatiently at his shirt.

“Off”, you breathe and as he lets you pull the fabric from his body; your eyes immediately drop to his toned torso, nails trailing along the outline of his prominent six pack, recalling the many occasions in which you had ogled his chest. “Fuck you’re so sexy”, Yeonjun mumbles as his gaze focuses on the way you bite your lip as you openly check him out. Your eyes snap up to his, “yeah?” Your fingers pull at the hem of his pants and Yeonjun lets out a small sigh as his lips crash against yours.

“Coach probably thinks we left by now…” you murmur as he moves to trail kisses along your jaw and neck, humming in response. He groans as your hand dips inside his pants to cup his cock through his briefs. “We should hurry, he might come and lock up early…” you urge as Yeonjun sucks harsh marks on your skin; you would have to cover them up for tomorrow.

Peering over at the clock behind him, your hands push his pants down enough to pull his cock free from the confinements of his boxers; making him moan against your skin as you languidly stroke him. The same fingers that you had fantasized about so many times before slip past the lining of your panties, pushing them to the side as he makes room for himself – letting you guide his tip until it's pressing against your wet folds.

Your head falls back and a small gasp escapes your lips as he gently slides himself inside of you, groaning at how you clenched around him. “Fuck”, he grunts as he braces one of his hands on the wall next to your head, the other one maintaining a tight grip on your thigh. “You don’t know how, fuck, hard it is to focus whenever you’re around” — “how often I think of you”, he grits out between thrusts as his lips return to your neck.

“You think about me?” You breathe as your hands grasp his shoulders tightly. Yeonjun huffs out a short breath against your skin, “all the time.” — “God you’re so fucking annoying”, he groans and your cunt clenches at his words. You tug at the strands of his hair, bringing his face level with your own.

“Do you hate me?”

The question makes him smirk as he pries your lips open with his own, his tongue slipping inside easily to slide along yours. “I hate you”, he drawls and you moan into his mouth. — “I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone the way I hate you.” He pulls back to watch the way you withered under his touch a menacing look on his disgustingly sexy face. “Yet you’re all I can think about.”

“F-fuck, Yeonjun I’m gonna…” You whimper, barely able to finish your sentence as you clench vigorously around him, pulling a groan from him when you finish around his twitching cock. It was a hundred times better than all the previous occasions in which your fingers had made you cum to the thought of him. — “Fuck, do that again”, he grunts as he snaps his hips against yours, making you cry out from the overstimulation.

With a dazed expression you watch as he pulls himself from your dripping cunt, wincing slightly at the loss of him as your gaze drops to the way his fingers wrap around his shaft as he brings himself to his own orgasm. You shudder as the warm liquid coats your stomach, ruining your shirt as it runs down the thin fabric. His hand swipes across your lower abdomen, smearing the mess further along your clothes as he smirks. You glare up at him. “I fucking hate your guts.” — Yeonjun cocks an eyebrow at you as the smirk on his lips widens, “but your pussy loves them.”

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temis-de-leon · 5 months ago

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One bed - 500 F.C.

Characters: Solomon x gn!reader

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Requested by: Romance anon

CW: the bed is third-wheeling in this one. Secret relationship and ✨communication✨, mushy af. Mammon is not jealous, he's just the most annoying older brother ever.

Mammon’s indignant screeches followed them well after they separated from the group on their way to the room, echoing in the emptiness of the hallways and remaining even when they closed the door; muffled and incomprehensible, but still audible.

“Does he think we’re dating?”

Hearing his words, MC immediately looked at the sorcerer, who was placing his bag on the bed and eyeing the sheer size of the mattress with great interest. It occupied half of the room, almost as ridiculous as Lucifer’s back in the House of Lamentation.

“Would he be wrong in thinking that?”

He smiled sheepishly in return, scratching the back of his neck in a poor attempt at trying to hide the obvious blush on his cheeks. He watched as his beloved fellow human slowly walked towards him, hands behind their back and an innocent sway in their strides.

They enjoyed the way his eyes lingered on their body and he perfectly knew it, which was the reason why he didn’t bother hiding it.

“How could he not?” MC added, letting their hands drag over his chest before hugging his neck. “Just by the way you’re looking at me, I’m surprised no one has said anything yet”

Solomon chuckled, hugging them back and closing the distance between them. Their lips were touching, but not enough to properly kiss, and when MC tried to do just that, he leaned back a little and softly laughed again.

“What can I say? You’re irresistible”

“Flatterer”

“I’d rather call myself an honest man”

They opened their mouth to reply, but he effectively shut them up with a quick kiss, staying only for a short few seconds before turning around and rummaging through his bag like nothing happened.

Dumbfounded, still dizzy after his brief affection, MC stood with a pout before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Well, now you’re looking at me like you want everyone to know” he said at their silence, trying to appear nonchalant despite his curious eyes.

His hidden words were clear. Did they want to go public? Their secret relationship had been fun for a while, hanging out behind everyone’s backs, stealing kisses in the dark and subtly throwing flirtatious remarks under a façade of friendship, but maybe it was time to end the game and start the real thing.

And it wasn’t like MC was embarrassed about being with him; on the contrary, they were thrilled and over the moon. They couldn’t wait to hold his hand in front of whoever would watch, go on dates without worrying about their surroundings and spend the night at Purgatory Hall without lying about the reason.

Were they ready, though? Were they ready to look him in the eye and profess their love in front of all of their friends? MC’s found family?

“You know there’s no hurry, right?”

Solomon was smiling with fondness, but MC could see his slight and almost imperceptible disappointment. They walked towards each other again, like magnets, and stayed face to face in the middle of the room. In a certain way, it looked like a wedding ceremony.

Their heartbeat increased at the thought.

“We can keep this the way it has been for another while” he continued speaking, voice soft as a murmur while he cradled their face. “As long as I’m with you, I’m okay with it”

“Such an honest man you are” they replied with no bite, caressing his skin back at his confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, Sol…”

They sat again, this time bringing him with them, and grabbed his hands without breaking eye contact.

“I want to make this official as much as you do, I’m just afraid” then continued speaking before letting him intervene. “What if this changes once everyone knows?”

“In what way, change?”

“I don’t know…” MC averted their eyes, wondering what they could say so he would understand them, but no words came to mind. Suddenly, they felt embarrassed, blushing in self-consciousness under his watchful gaze. “Maybe the brothers will spoil our dates or keep me inside the house so I can’t see you! You know how they are!”

“Oh, I certainly do” he laughed, raising his arm as an invitation for a hug. MC wasted no time in scooting closer, letting their head rest on his shoulder and smiling in contentment when he kissed their temple. “Listen, okay? I assure you, I’ll curse all of them if they ever attempt any of those things”

“Lucifer would probably curse you back”

“Lucifer knows me enough not to try”

They hummed, not knowing what to answer to the sternness in his voice. Despite that, Solomon’s touch was gentle and caring and, if they stayed like that for longer, it would make MC fall asleep.

“It’s your choice, MC” he whispered, tilting his head to get closer.

Still speechless, drowsy and drunk in love, MC craned their neck and kissed him with all the warmth they could muster. He let out a sound in return, not a whine or a moan, but something similar. They could feel his fingers tightening his grip around their arm, pulling them even closer and turning them so he could lay them on the bed.

Just then, having the preciseness of a Swiss clock, the door opened and crashed against the wall behind it. The noise pulled Solomon and MC away from each other and made them stare both in amazement and irritation as Mammon screeched like a banshee while pointing at them with disgust and horror on his face.

“ONE BED...! KISSING! THEY'RE KISSING!! WHY…? GET OFF THEM, YOU SHADY SORCERER! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

The rest of the brothers’ voices, as well as the prince’s, his butler’s and the angels’, came closer and closer.

It was like being trapped under the threat of a tsunami, except a tsunami would be preferable in this particular case.

“Then again, maybe, it’s our luck the one who decides our fates, my love”

MC smiled at Solomon’s playfulness, which only increased when Mammon sat down to catch his breath so he could keep screaming.

“Then so be it”

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azriona · 18 days ago

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Coffee Thievery

Pre-Bucky/Reader, ~500 words, Rated Gen (it's a meet-cute, guys, keep your clothes on). Set in the Not a Fairy Tale Kiss 'verse but not necessary to read that to enjoy this very fluffy ficlet. Today is Election Day and I wanted to give you a little bit of fluff on what is sure to be a stressful day. Please remember to vote if you're eligible and take care of yourselves! No coffee was harmed or spilled in the making of this ficlet.

Summary: It is a perfectly normal morning in Avengers Tower, and you are on a perfectly normal mission to steal Clint’s coffee, when a complication turns up at the breakfast table.

Read it on AO3 or just read it here!

The op is going perfectly when you realize you’ve been made.

It’s not your fault. Everything had been going exactly to plan: Clint’s coffee is sitting on the table, exactly where he always puts it. He’s forgotten the sugar – again, it’s a very reliable failing – and it’s not on the table like it usually is because you made sure of that as soon as you’d gotten back from the mission the night before.

So Clint’s digging in the deep well that is the pantry, trying to find the sugar, and you’re sneaking around the side like Indiana Jones, and that’s when you realize that it’s not just Clint in the pantry and Natasha on the couches reading her book.

It’s also the guy sitting at the other end of the table, holding his own mug of something and frowning at you like he’s about to blow your cover.

He’s cute, especially with his nose wrinkled like that, all frowny-faced. His hair’s dark brown and tucked behind his ears, like he normally wears it short but has missed a haircut or three, and you can tell even from here that his eyes are the bluest blue to ever blue. He’s wearing layers of soft cotton shirts and a strange shiny glove on one hand and he’s so clean-shaven you can see the slightly reddened skin, as if it’s been a while and he couldn’t wait another minute.

A little disappointing; a bit of stubble would probably look good on him. Contemplating how he would look more disheveled is probably why you’re distracted from your goal long enough to let him open his mouth, like he’s about to announce your presence.

You quickly start motioning to him Stop stop stop! Shut up shut up shut up! Slashing at your throat, one finger over your mouth, mouthing no no no, the works.

He stares at you, still incredulous, mouth open, before turning to look at Natasha.

Natasha looks up, looks at you, looks at Mysterious But Adorable, shrugs, and turns a page in her book.

MBA just looks back at you, still incredulous, but you grin and ease forward to slowly remove your goal from the table.

You’re already at the door to the stairwell for your exit when you hear Clint talking.

“We need to order more—fuck. Barnes! I thought you were watching my coffee!”

“I was,” says MBA – Barnes, apparently.

Barnes. Oh. It clicks.

“You were.”

“Yeah, I watched it as someone came in here, took it, and left again.”

“You…” Clint’s sputtering now.

“She went to the elevators,” offers Barnes helpfully, “if you want to try to catch her.”

“That little minx, I’m gonna—”

The door to the stairwell (conveniently on the other side of the floor from the elevators) closes quietly behind you so you can’t hear the rest of the exchange.

Which is really kind of too bad, because if that was James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, fabled war hero, Captain America’s best friend, and just-returned-last-night-from-that-mission-no-one’s-telling-you-about, then he totally had your six and you kinda want to thank him.

(With your tongue. No no, bad thought, put that away, the guy was a brainwashed assassin for decades, you are absolutely Not Allowed to think about a teammate like that, nopity nope.)

(Well. Maybe once would be okay.)

It’s gonna be a great day, you think cheerfully, as you take a sip of Clint’s coffee and head down to Tony’s lab.

Read the rest of the series on AO3.

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xcalkenf · 8 months ago

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SNEAKING OUT. [MAFIA!SUKUNA X F!READER] P2

NOTICE: f! reader, mafia sukuna, the reader was sold by her family to sukuna, sukuna calls reader brat + mine, fluff (wow), short part 2 note: This is a short one since I'm still sick and can't think of any good plot. Sorry about that, will upload more drabbles instead of 500-2k word fics since that will take less time to write. No smut, sorry people.

800 ish

The car ride back to the penthouse was tense. Sukuna’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw set in a firm line. You, on the other hand, stared out of the window, your anger simmering beneath the surface. The city blurred past, a chaotic dance of lights and shadows.

When the car finally pulled into the underground garage, you practically flung the door open, desperate for space. Sukuna followed suit, his expression unreadable. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words.

As you stepped out of the elevator onto your floor, he caught your wrist, pulling you to a halt. His touch was electric, sending shivers up your spine. “Listen,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Again, I don’t do affection. It’s not in my nature.”

You met his gaze, challenge burning in your eyes. “And what if it’s in mine?”

His lips quirked, a hint of amusement. “Then you’re in for disappointment.”

But before you could retort, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss. It was fierce, possessive—the kind that left no room for doubt. His mouth moved against yours, demanding and hungry. And for a moment, you forgot everything—the gilded cage, the blood on his hands, the danger lurking outside.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your heart pounding. His eyes bore into yours, a storm of emotions swirling within. “That,” he murmured, “was a small affection.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you took a step back, steadying yourself against the wall. “I thought you said—”

“I know what I said,” he interrupted. “But, sometimes I crave a moment of tenderness..”

His ears turned a delightful shade of red, and he cleared his throat. “Go to your room, brat.”

And with that, he practically fled down the hallway, leaving you standing there, dazed and disoriented. You thought he was mad, but in reality, he was just adorably embarrassed. Perhaps there was hope for this guarded heart after all.

A gentle glow was created on the wooden floor by the morning light that slipped through the curtains. You sat up in bed and blinked, confused. You quickly wondered if you were alone in the quiet room. Maybe he had left early to go to work.

You slipped out of bed, your feet sinking into the plush carpet. The penthouse was eerily silent, and you tiptoed across the hallway, pushing open the door to his room. Empty. The sheets were neatly folded, the pillows untouched. Great, another day without him. Even after last night, you thought.

As soon as you entered the living room, your heart began to rush. The door to the balcony was slightly open, and there he was, sitting on its edge, staring down at the city. His shoulder tattoo was visible as he wear his "comfortable"-looking clothes and ruffled pink hair. To be honest, he did look quite nice now that you think of it.

“You took the day off,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

He glanced at you, his eyes unreadable. “Someone has to make sure you don’t escape.”

You swallowed, the weight of his words sinking in. “I’m sorry,” you blurted out. “For last night. I didn’t mean to—”

He waved a dismissive hand. “It’s in the past.”

“But—”

“Brat,” he interrupted, his tone sharp. “Move on from it.”

You bit your lip, the memory of his lips against yours still fresh. “Why are you like this?” you whispered. “One moment, you’re—”

“Because,” he snapped, “I can’t afford sentimentality. Not in my world.”

You turned away, frustration warring within you. But then you remembered the kiss—the way he’d held you, his eyes. “Last night,” you said softly. “That wasn’t nothing, was it?”

His silence spoke volumes.

“Why?” you speak out. “Why bother?”

He stood, walking closer to you. His fingers brushing your cheek.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "I care about you," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

"More than I should."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Why?"

His lips brushed against your forehead, a fleeting touch. “Because you’re mine,” he murmured.

You gaze up at him, and thoughts of confusion cross your mind. "What's causing him to act this way now? Maybe he's trying?" You gave it some thought.

With a swift dismissal, you backed away from Sukuna and asked, "U-uh, have you had breakfast?" You ask in an attempt to lighten the mood, eyes looking everywhere -too ashamed to even look him in the eye.

He raises an eyebrow while his gaze remain fixed on your face.

"Breakfast?" he uttered, as though the word meant anything more than just food. "It's not necessary for me."

But you didn't give up, your curiosity winning out. You spoke softly, "You should probably eat." "Even monarchs require food."

He snorted. "Brat," he remarked in a sarcastic voice. "You're annoying."

Unaffected, you shrugged. "Perhaps. However, sometimes even a killer needs a little sweetness."

And just like that, the tension eased, leaving room for something fragile—a thread of connection between you and him.

A/N: Ok so I did say I *might* put smut in this part, but I think I'm gonna move that to another part (If I manage to figure out what to write) Sorry about the short writing :) God bless <3

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(for some reason, I can’t tag the people in itallic.)

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year ago

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Pitiful Puppy

Requested: Yes [Hi, I was wondering if you could do ghost with a chubby, femdom partner. Maybe rope and overstimulation but it up to you. Thank you, have a wonderful day or night.]

Warnings: Afab!Reader, Domme!Reader, Sub!Simon, Pegging, Cock ring, bondage, Master/Puppy play, dirty talk

A/N: I somehow managed to force myself to write this while still in the depths of hyperfixation. It wasn’t easy and I’m not happy with it at all, especially since it’s pretty short (500-ish words), but I needed to get something out.

Big. Simon was big. Big absolutely everywhere. Big and thick and warm. And god did you love that such a big man was under your control, hanging off of every word you said, so eager to please you in any and every way you’d let him. Like he was a pet looking for your approval.

Which was exactly why you got to call him puppy. Your pathetic little crying puppy, who promised he could take all of your strap this time but backed out at the last second, just like last time and the time before that and the time before that. Your cute puppy who was only clenching around half of your cock and crying for you to stop, shaking under you like a leaf in the breeze.

You clicked your tongue, letting him hear the disappointment in your voice as you brushed your hand down his sweaty face, reveling in his little whimper before he turned his head to kiss the center of your palm, a weak attempt at an apology.

“My sweet Puppy.” You whisper, leaning in to peck his cheek. “It’s cute that you think you can get out of it this time.”

Simon’s eyes widened followed by a loud groan as you shoved another inch inside of him, your hands tightening on his hips.

“No, Master! I can’t!” He says, hands jerking against the ropes holding his wrists to the headboard posts. “Can’t take it! It’s too big!”

You hum, dragging your nails down his thighs, leaving red scratches that stuck out against his pale skin.

“Give me your colour, Baby.” You tell him, pausing in your movements, giving him a moment to take a few breathes and consider your words before giving his answer.

“Yellow-Green?” He replied, not seeming totally sure of his answer and you bit your lip in thought.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Manchester.”

“And if you can’t speak?”

“Three kicks to the footboard.”

“Good Puppy.” You say, satisfied with that for now. “Now, you’re gonna take all of my strap-” he whined. “Without complaint, aren’t you?”

“C-can’t!” He says again, a pitiful whimpering groan spilling from his lips when you pry his mouth open and spit in it, holding your hand over his lips so he was forced to swallow it.

“You can and you will.” You tell him, voice firm despite his weak protests, forcefully sliding in another inch. “Look how easy I go in. Bet you were just trying to rile me up. Telling me it hurts to have my cock in your slutty hole when you feel anything but pain.”

Simon starts to protest but you quickly shut him up by wrapping your hand around his length, thumb stroking at the cock ring at the base.

“I don’t want to hear it, Puppy. Don’t make me muzzle you.” You tell him sternly, satisfied when he started shaking his head, clearly not enjoying the idea of that. Not that you did either. He made such pretty noises for you, after all!

#cod #call of duty #mwii #mw2 #call of duty mwii #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #Simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader

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koffeesfancy · 2 months ago

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8. “Are we happy?” | Riri Williams x Reader

Summary: Can you build a future when your girlfriend is still looking back?

Rating: Mature (due to language)

Genre: Romance, angst

Word Count: 608

A/N: Tomorrow is the last day of an annoying two-week virtual training I’ve had at work. I’m so surprised that I’ve lasted this long doing daily updates, particularly during such a busy time. Also, I’m really enjoying this mini-series. I never would have thought that I could maintain so much plot with so few words. I definitely tend to overwrite, with many of my fics reaching 5,000+ words a chapter- which may sometimes take weeks to edit. 500-750 words is really beginning to feel like a sweet spot as it makes frequent updates far more feasible.

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world @pvnks0ul

You sat on the couch, staring at the clock, watching the hours crawl by. It was nearly midnight, and you’d been home since four, waiting. Waiting and wondering where Riri had gone. You kept replaying the scene at the clothing store over and over in your head—walking in and asking about the interview, the embarrassment when your friend told you Riri had left without even meeting the manager. The disappointment, the confusion. The anger.

When you got back home, you tried calling her. Once. Twice. Fifteen times. Each ring felt like a heavier weight pressing on your chest until it became hard to breathe. The phone eventually stopped buzzing in your hand, and now you were just staring at it, waiting for a message, a call, anything to explain why she’d gone ghost.

When the door finally opened, you jumped, relief flooding your body for half a second before the anger kicked back in. Riri stepped inside like nothing was wrong, like she hadn’t just left you hanging for hours. She tossed her jacket on the cost rack and started pulling off her Jordans.

“Where the hell you been?” Your voice came out sharper than you intended, trembling at the edges. You were shaking now, tears you’d been holding back starting to burn at your eyes. “I’ve been calling you for hours, Riri! I was worried—”

Riri waved you off, barely glancing at you. “I’m fine. Chill out.”

“No, I’m not finna chill out!” you snapped, standing up. “You missed the interview. My friend put her neck out for you, and you didn’t even show. What were you doing all day?”

Riri sighed, rolling her eyes as she stepped into her slides. “I was making money.”

You froze, your mind scrambling to make sense of it. “What… what you mean you were making money?” you asked, your voice trembling. “You didn’t—Riri, tell me you ain’t—” The words stuck in your throat. Rob somebody. Steal something.

She glanced at you, the corner of her mouth twitching in amusement. “Calm down, Ma. I ain’t rob nobody. Moved a few ounces, that’s all.”

The relief you felt was immediate but short-lived. This wasn’t better. Not by a long shot. Your stomach dropped as the realization sank in. “You sold weed? That’s what you been doing instead of going to your interview?”

Riri shrugged, grabbing a hoodie from the chair. “I wasn’t about to be getting dropped off by my girl to make $20 an hour, Ma. You know me better than that.”

Your chest tightened. “Riri… I can’t believe you right now. I’ve been breaking my back, doing everything I can to make this work, and you out here hustling like we still in the streets. Is this what you want? To keep living like this?”

She stopped at the door, looking back at you, bored, like she was already over the conversation. “Come outside.”

You followed her, your heart racing, part of you scared of what you might find. She led you down to the curb, where a sleek, black Dodge Charger sat gleaming under the streetlights.

You stared at the car, then back at Riri, your stomach twisting into knots. “Riri, what is this?”

She smirked, tossing you the keys. “That’s what I been doing today.”

You caught the keys, staring at them like they were about to explode in your hand. A sick, hollow feeling settled in your chest. “Are we happy?” you whispered, not sure if you were asking her or yourself. Riri just laughed, walking past you and heading back toward the apartment, leaving you standing there with the keys to a car you never wanted.

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they-lived · 7 days ago

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The Veilguard Post

I have a lot of thoughts about the new Dragon Age game.

Spoilers for all games and critical analysis below (and I do mean critical I have some nice things to say and some really not nice things to say) if you’re not here for that kind of content then keep scrolling….

Alright now that we’re alone, my beloved, I have some big thoughts about this game.

First, let me introduce myself as a Dragon Age player. Years ago I started trying to play Inquisition because I wanted to play my first real big kid game (I was like… 15 I think) but I was very lost so I went to my brother who gave me Origins and his copy of DA2 and told me to ask him if I had any questions.

I played over 500 hours of Origins - I played every origin, romanced every companion, played every angle and got every single stinking achievement the game had on offer INCLUDING all of the DLC achievements. I loved the hell out of that game and honestly still believe it is one of the best games I’ve ever played. It taught me how to mod! I love modding my games now and she’s the reason!

I didn’t love DA2 nearly as much but I still enjoyed parts of it. Honestly, if the game had ended after Act 2 I would have probably loved it just as much, I just feel like it doesn’t hold its drama very well at the end and truly if the Anders confrontation had more gravitas to it I would have enjoyed it a lot more. For context, I’ve only played her three times but I did help my sister play through all three games in their entirety. So to be clear I have played through romances for Fenris, Sebastian, and Isabela, and my sister romanced Anders (yes I did watch Merril’s romance so I do know what happens in that one as well).

Inquisition was my pandemic game, I played the hell out of her. I have easily clocked close to a thousand hours in that game between all five playthroughs because I was mentally unwell during the pandemic lol, but I digress. I played that game as much as I could, modded it to high heaven and unplayability frankly. I romanced Cullen, Dorian, Cassandra, Bull, and Solas (if I go back and do another playthrough which is likely at this point, frankly, I’m open to doing Josephine or Blackwall). Trespasser is an all-timer for me, one of the best DLC expansions I have ever seen, I was gagged, gooped, dead and deceased on the FLOOR.

All of this to say, my love for these games runs deep (I have a whole world in mind that I may one day bring myself to fully write but alas… Idk man shit’s hard). I wrote fan fic for this world and I cherish it deeply.

So… Veilguard… honestly, I was expecting it to be worse, I was expecting to hate it. I went in knowing it had been stuck in production hell for 10 years, had cycled through writers and layoffs, you name it, they suffered through it. But while what we got was not terrible… it was not great either.

I will say, I enjoyed some quests and some ideas in there. Here’s a short list:

The siege at Weisshaupt was a treasure, it even made me briefly enjoy gameplay! (I universally play on easy mode but this one felt smart)

Solas being inside of your head when you’re trying to get to Elgar’nan’s arch demon was dope as hell

All of Emmrich’s quest was exceptional, especially the ending was firing on all cylinders. Truly a great quest

When I got Lucanis romance it was pretty stellar (just lacking in content which we’ll get to)

Honestly, having my romanced inquisitor ending was satisfying for me. Really, I was getting the flutters in my heart watching it.

Ok so… now lets get into why you’re really here, the disappointments. In ten parts because I have too much to say apparently.

Let’s start with the art: I know some people love what they did with the art style and I will say I appreciate that they stuck with the style throughout and made the game feel cohesive… I still felt like it was too fortnite cartoon-y for what I prefer in a Dragon Age game.

Second: The companions… I feel like… I feel like this was ‘therap-ize your friends’ the game at times. The amount of times I only responded with ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘you’re allowed to feel that way’ or ‘this is hard’ was so often I genuinely wondered at times if it was the same sound bite being played every time.

I heard someone say that you can’t even be mean in this game and I-... they’re right… you can’t really be mean in this game. I can’t unsee it. And this is coming from someone who played a full evil campaign of Baulder’s Gate 3 and had to play a sixth time to cleanse my soul after being a meanie and feeling dirty about it… I believe being evil and cruel (or at least being a dick) is kind of essential in an RPG and I personally feel like you should be able to disagree with your companions and make them hate you.

I don’t recruit Sera anymore because she bothers me, I don’t love Merril or Fenris and I straight up hate Morrigan (more on this later) and Oghren, and the games before allowed me to be a bitch to them if I wanted to.

In this game I vaguely like my companions but they all feel like ideas and not people. I didn’t like Sera but she felt like a person, so did Merril and Morrigan - they’re people and I don’t like every person. My least favorite companion in this game is Neve and she’s not offensively bad, just a vague idea of a cynical detective who fights the man and doesn’t take anyone’s shit… but beyond that… nothing.

We spend a lot of the companion quests just kind of… walking around and talking to them… but I feel like I don’t actually learn about them. I think that half of my companions avoid this - Davrin, Harding, and Emmrich feel like fully realized characters with passions and history. Their walk and talk quests felt more immersive and like I was genuinely learning about a new friend and I enjoyed it but too few of my companions sucked me in this way.

Bellara constantly talks about how hard things are and how much she misses her brother (and also her romance serials which are my favorite interactions with her). Taash’s mother is the most interesting part about them and their arc is just not very compelling (or tied to basically anything else happening in the game beyond the Dragon King is working with the evanuris but I digress). And Lucanis… dear sweet Lucanis you had so much potential but they stuck you in a predictable story and gave Spite no actual substance. Also apparently Spite is a spirit of determination which I had to find out from Solas at the end of the game… like huh? What? Excuse me? Why wasn’t that explored more? That's a fascinating concept.

Who are these people? They’re just kind of… vaguely awkward, supposedly good at their jobs, and wasted potential.

I think that’s what it comes down to for me. There’s so much potential to have really interesting characters here. If you want me to do a deep dive on how I would re-write these characters let me know maybe I’ll do it lol. This post is already long enough.

Third: Romance full disclosure, I fall into the category of - I want my RPG to also be a dating sim - so this one I get is not everyone’s cup of tea… that having been said the romances in this game are really lacking. Not only are they flat or uninteresting there is practically no content!

I romanced Lucanis and I genuinely mean this - when I did get romantic scenes with him I loved them. They were sweet and tender but so few and far between it didn’t feel earned. I loved the scene after being pulled out of the Fade prison - I replayed it like six times. I felt like it was so sweet and so well executed and I craved more of that.

Watching the other romances it’s clear that this game lacks content for the romances, full stop. Everyone gets a grand total of about half an hour of content for their romance start to finish. And like… huh? Why? Dragon Age is known for its romances! Even the more surface level romances in other games have more going for them!

Sebastian’s romance is easily the weakest romance in any DA game and I think that his romance somehow still has more content that’s actually romantic than any of Veilgaurd’s… and listen I know I’m the rare Sebastian defender but his rival-mance (the superior option imo) requires you to challenge him and his faith. It’s interesting, it’s got substance and grit and is thought provoking… Veilgaurd doesn’t offer that.

I’ve watched all the romances at this point and it seems that - once again - Emmrich has the most content. Davrin and Harding are close behind, but all of them still lack true romance. Half the time the flirtatious option just reads as being nice and there’s so little pay off that arguing these romances are slow burn is dead on arrival in my opinion.

Not to mention that most of the romantic scenes are interrupted by something goofy or awkward. Lucanis, Neve, and Emmrich all have kisses that are interrupted for one reason or another and frankly I didn’t care for it. It felt like padding and I want my romances to be more present.

Fourth: And this one is big for me. Your choices basically don’t matter… like at all.

I need it to be known that my friends and I regularly call big choices in our DnD games ‘Dragon Age choices’ these games are hugely influential in how we run our DnD games. We love a morally gray, ambiguous, ‘things will never be perfect make the choice you can live with’ type of stakes. And this game frankly has none.

There are three big choices in this game - by my count - and none of them have weight or substance. The only companion that has one even remotely close to the other games is Emmrich’s - which I will admit took me all the way the fuck out and I genuinely couldn’t decide if we should resurrect Manfred or let Emmrich become immortal. I was floored by his quest in general.

Anyway, big ‘choices’ in this game are as follows:

Save Minrathous or Treviso

Punch the First Warden or talk him down

Let Harding or Davrin Live

So following my first playthrough I knew I wanted to romance Lucanis so I saved Treviso and I was initially taken aback by how fucked things were in Minrathous�� except they’re not really that fucked to be honest. Yes the venatori took over… and yes the Shadow Dragons go into hiding… but you still have access to the dragons and the Viper - even infected with blight - lives throughout the rest of the damn game.

Like… huh? I thought this would be pivotal. In Origins once you leave Lothering you literally cannot return because the blight is beyond devastating. It’s horrific, blight sickness is so horrible that in DA2 you have to kill Aveline’s husband and one of your siblings either dies or becomes a warden, it’s so bad that nothing can be done about it. But the Viper just casually sticks around for the rest of the game and the Shadow Dragons can still help you in the end. Not to mention that either Bellara or Neve can be cured of the blight at the end of the game for some reason…

Can you imagine in Inquisition if you still got to hang out with the Templars after Samson absolutely decimates them? Like… that would simply not happen and I like that each game gets a different minor villain and ending based on your choices, it’s juicy, it’s diabolical, it’s interesting. It inspires further investigation and playthroughs.

I understand that not every choice can matter in a video game because then a game would just be impossible to play and that’s what DnD is for… but BG3 did just fine and they have dozens of choices that really matter (note I have clocked 700 hours in BG3 over 7 playthroughs including evil playthroughs). Within the franchise you have dozens of choices that really matter. Hell in Origins the Redcliff quest has about four different endings at least, depending on how and when you do it. We’re not asking for a lot, we’re asking for what is honestly, at this point, an industry standard for an RPG.

Punching the First Warden or not is such a minor decision all things considered that like… it genuinely baffles me that it’s even a choice at all because even when you knock his ass out cold he still staggers back to the fight and gets pulled into the abyss. Sure, you’ll see him later in Davrin’s quest and he can react differently to you based on this choice but there’s just… no weight to it. The Wardens still help you, you cannot lock yourself out of any of the factions, you can please everyone. Which I love doing in a DA game don’t get me wrong - but it’s much more satisfying when I have to work for a good ending where everyone’s happy.

I think of Redcliff in Origins or Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts in Inquisition, these quests have choices that matter and you have to work to make sure you get the ending you want. Saving Isolde and Connor in Redcliff takes work; getting the exact right combo of rulers in Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts, takes work. It’s not easily handed to you, you have to pursue it by interacting with the world around you and understanding what’s actually going on.

The Harding vs. Davrin choice is so cheap and I really have no other way to describe it. First, we have no reason to believe that this choice will lead to the death of our companion, especially since we’ve spent all this time making sure we level them up and follow their quest lines to their end. But that doesn’t matter, it feels like it was done for shock value more than a story reason. It’s not even really brought up again except for brief mentions in the Lighthouse before the final march. They’re also the only ones who get locked into this type of ending which makes it feel even cheaper!

Neve and Bellara can be saved even after being infected with the blight and no I’m not over it! It’s just a real slap in the face that Davrin or Harding - two of the best characters in the game imo - are sent to their death for what feels like no reason except that… checks notes… their idea was better in your opinion? They don’t even die on their side mission, they die WITH YOU IN A CUT SCENE. It doesn’t matter what you do, one of them will die and I wouldn’t mind that except… no one else is ever put into this kind of peril.

It also feels like no other choice I made up until that point matters. It doesn’t matter that Davrin and I chose to release the Griffons to forge a new path, it doesn’t matter that Harding chose forgiveness instead of being consumed by the rage of her ancestors. It doesn’t matter that we helped the gray wardens or that I asked Harding about the inquisition or that I took them on any number of side quests, it doesn’t matter if you romance them.

You just pick which of them you don’t mind finishing the game without and that’s that. It’s grinding my gears the more I think about it so let's move on.

Fifth: The Morrigan of it all… Okay, full disclosure, I’m a Morrigan hater. I find her romance in Origins gross, I think it’s stupid she became an advisor to the Orlesian Empress in Inquisition (homegirl was raised in a swamp, what do you MEAN she’s an advisor to the Empress!?!?), and I hate that her solution to your problems is trust me intrinsically and also let me have sex with someone who expressly does not want to. BUT I truly did enjoy the Mythal lore and Morrigan becoming Mythal is interesting.

Just one itsy-bitsy problem is that I just spent three whole games spanning in-game decades trying to make sure this didn’t fucking happen. And yet, here we are, with this… happening. Ooooo Bioware when I catch you it’s on SIGHT. Not only does this make everything else you did with her feel like a colossal waste of time… it ultimately feels like nothing mattered. Who cares if I spent two in game decades handing Morrigan her own autonomy on a silver platter? Who cares that I did everything in my power to make sure she could do what she wanted instead of bending to the whims of her abusive mother?

Ignoring the fact that apparently Morrigan and Isabela (who are both easily in their 50s at this point, remember how Wynne was barely cresting 50 and the game treated her like she was a granny?) haven’t aged a day cause I guess women can’t age… did anything I do matter? We get a weird vague line from Isabela about family and Morrigan seems to think she and the inquisitor are besties… which they are reluctant allies at best in most playthroughs I’ve seen and played. And oh by the way, that kid she maybe had, that could be an elder god? Yeah he either doesn’t exist or she’s an absent parent whoopsie.

Sixth: The lore… I understand this game is trying to take the world in a new direction but this was not the way to do it. We could have gotten a better shot at a DA2 type of game. A smaller, more contained story but they went scorched earth with so much that it feels… like a huge let down.

Not to mention that as a recovering catholic I loved the lore of the Chantry. I loved dissecting the intricacies of a huge religious institution that has good people but a rotten core. Examining faith and how sinister it is when institutions get a hold of something that imbues so much meaning into people's daily lives was genuinely cathartic for me. And this game basically tells you that the chantry is wrong and to go fuck yourself because it doesn’t matter and it never did. It takes away so much nuance and realism within its own lore (not to mention they just hand wave it off when Harding rightfully brings this up as an earth shattering moment for her. What a weird thing to ignore). The answer is Elves, if you have a question the answer is elves, and I’m sorry I don’t love that answer. I’d rather have no answer, I’d rather be able to draw my own conclusions.

I love how nuanced and messy the lore of Thedas is, personally. I loved learning about how twisted the Qun is and how fucked Antiva is and that Ferelden is no better. I found it so fascinating no one place is good and just. They really did some revisionist history with Tevinter and especially the Crows (this game had one too many freedom fighter groups for my liking but I digress). All interest, morally gray intrigue, and nuance was sapped out of the world. All the bad guys are venatori or antaam, all the answers are Elves did it, and it feels so… devoid of intrigue. It was such a let down.

At no time did I ever feel conflicted about what I was doing, at no time did things ever make me question if I was doing the right thing. I never even really had to think very hard about what I was doing because most choices were pretty benign, like I could do no wrong, like I was being spoonfed my heroism. I didn’t have to think, for the most part, and that makes me sad.

Seventh: Varric… oh Varric… my sweet beloved child they did that to you didn’t they? I don’t inherently have a problem with Varric dying, honestly I don’t. The execution, however (pun intended), was garbage. I echo what others have said… why is Varric the one chasing after Solas? Varric was close to everyone in the inquisition, sure, but I’m not sure he and Solas were besties.

If Cole were the one going after Solas I’d get it. If it were Bull going after Solas to beat the shit out of him, I’d get it. If it was Dorian going after him because he’s the closest in proximity I’d get it… but Varric being the one to try talking him down ‘because he’s my friend!’ is frankly, bad writing. I feel like the team wanted to send him off but this was not it fam. Varric does love his friends this deeply… but for Solas it feels wrong and weird and (dare I say it?) out of character.

Honestly, if they had him actually be alive in the Lighthouse and being that mentor figure I would have much preferred it. I could have overlooked the narrative wonky-ness if Varric had lived… but him being dead pissed me off. I can't even lie about it. It felt like shock value for shock value’s sake and I hated it.

It feels like we should have been with the Inquisitor tracking Solas down or at least hired by them… but instead we get dead Varric and no substance… awesome.

Eighth: The God’s Prison… of all the weird retconn-y odd narrative choices that were made this one irks me the most… just… the very concept of Solas and the other gods not being able to get themselves out of the Fade prison but you can is so… just dumb honestly. I think, in theory, the idea that you have to work through your regrets to release yourself from that prison is actually really interesting… but here’s the problem with that:

Solas did work through his regrets and he has been able to let go at least somewhat. He knows what he did was wrong and he wants to change… He’s just the king of over correction lol. I just find it laughable that you can get out of this supposedly impenetrable prison but no elven god can because they’re too proud. Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain I can buy, but Solas I simply don’t buy it. It’s just… I don’t know, truly laughable is the only word I can use to describe it.

You’re telling me that Solas - who learned about the power of friendship and individual autonomy all throughout Inquisition - hasn’t learned to navigate his regret? Solas who can look romanced quizzie dead in the eye and tell her ‘I love you, you taught me so much about this world and I am still learning. I’m going to end this. I’m going to fix my mistakes. I’m going to make the world better.’ hasn’t had to grapple with what he’s done? Are y’all for real Bioware?

Ninth: Solas… Solas, Solas, Solas, my sweet summer child, you are the biggest case study of missed opportunity that I see in this game. I think he was severely underutilized, talking to him, his memories, and just having him around was genuinely the best part of this game for me. I love him fighting with Elgar’nan in my head, I love him being saucy with me in my dreams, and the romanced quizzy ending is cannon to me. But he just wasn’t present enough! He felt like a vague threat but I also… I also don’t really think this game did enough to make him a threat.

In Trespasser I genuinely feared this man, I thought ‘oh fuck we aren’t going to be able to stop him easily’ but then he is just… so easily taken out it’s laughable.

I think this game’s biggest flaw is that we get no build up to Solas as Rook. This game relies on the fact that you know Solas from Inquisition but then we don’t even really get that Solas (see bad ending where he calls himself a god oh Bioware I am in your YARD he would never say that). If we spent the whole game trying to find him, gathering allies, looking for clues only to meet him at the end and triumph by sealing him away… only to find out we released the evanuris into the world (obvious sequel bait is obvious but hey games do what they must) that would have been dope as hell!

I feel like the writers of this game felt like they had to deliver a sequel when honest to goodness I think it would have been much better if they didn’t. I think if this game had been divorced from the main series and truly had an independent story it could have been great. I keep saying if this game was a precursor to the ‘let’s take down Solas’ game it would have been epic. If this game introduced us to Rook and co, then at the end we meet the inquisitor and they’re like, “Hey losers do you wanna save the world!?” That would have been so cool.

But at the end of the day it IS a sequel and it’s a bad sequel. I truly like this game when it’s not trying to follow up Inquisition, but as a sequel it fails at every hurdle. Solas is a fascinating villain, he is a character I adore and really find interesting, compelling, tragic, and downright terrifying. And they didn’t use him to his fullest extent at all.

In theory - Rook is Solas’s foil. We get to accomplish what he couldn’t, saving the world and all that… but Rook and Solas are not actually parallels, their life experiences and their goals are nowhere near aligned enough to make this argument. If Solas were really watching us become him or if we saw ourselves becoming Solas that would have been interesting. Instead, Solas points out our similarities ‘you’re willing to do whatever it takes’ or ‘you’ve got fire and passion to do the right thing’ or ‘you do what’s right and say fuck the man when you need to’ but our reasons feel achingly hollow compared to his. We are not the same. So him thanking us at the end of the game feels out of place. He should be thanking the inquisitor for coming back to him - because really she is the one who saves him. Her love saves him, Rook just bought her time to get to him.

What sucks is that Solas is so endlessly interesting to me. This is a character that created this world and he regrets it. Can you imagine a god that regrets their creation? That idea has me physically unwell and they squandered it.

Tenth: The thesis of this game. Now let me start off by saying, not all games NEED a thesis. But some of them have them regardless and the Dragon Age games like having something to say. So bear with me while I opine about a very watered down thesis for each game. And it could be argued these games have multiple or different ones than I present but this is my hear me out post, get your own, lol.

Origins poses the question ‘how far will you go to save the world?’ We are constantly asked to do morally dubious things to save the world. Do we recruit slave labor from the Golems for a better army? Do we save the Circle mages or do we let the templars slaughter them? Do we recruit Loghain as a gray warden knowing the crimes he has committed? Do we let Morrigan conceive a god baby to save our own life? These questions are answered by our choices and it makes this game interesting. It makes each Hero of Ferelden different and it makes our choices matter, people we meet and grow to care for live or die by our decisions and it makes the player feel important.

DA2’s thesis is ‘we are the product of our circumstances’. DA2 is, at its heart, a tragedy, people are victims of their circumstances, including Hawke. No matter what we do, we lose our siblings and our mother to circumstances beyond our control, with or without our heroism. No matter what we do the qunari will rampage through the city. No matter what we do the chantry is destroyed and we must side with the templars or mages. Yet, in spite of the horror, Hawke can choose how they respond to their situation. We get to choose to be kind or brutal, we can choose to seek justice or be pulled through it kicking and screaming. We are dealt a shit hand at every turn, what we choose to do with it matters.

Inquisition’s thesis is ‘how do we forgive in the face of corruption?’ Every organization we meet in Inquisition is corrupt as fuck. They are terrible, they treat others without dignity or care, they spit in the face of decency but WE can change that. We as the player can step in and be the change we want to see in the world, literally. We can beat back corruption and evil with compassion and understanding… or you know, we can make them worse, because Inquisition gives you the option to be a dick if you want. We are tasked with saving the world and we can either be selfish about it like every other organization we encounter or we can be the altruistic light in the darkness - the dawn in an otherwise bleak future.

It feels like the thesis of Veilguard is ‘you can’t do anything alone’ when it should have been ‘what are you willing to sacrifice for the greater good’ or even better ‘it is easy to become the very thing you fought against’.

We spend the whole game watching how Solas made the hard choices in a losing fight, that he became something he never wanted to be because all he saw was the end result and not what was being lost along the way. Solas was a good leader, Solas had people fighting with him, and Solas was not afraid to make sacrifices for the greater good. Which would have been fascinating if we - Rook - had any hard choices to make at all and could relate to that.

We tread dangerously close to something great in this vein, the idea that we can be good leaders, get the job done, and do minimal harm - but it is done in such a way that it is made seriously unrealistic and uninteresting. We get through mostly unscathed with minimal losses that we care about beyond the vague answer of ‘normal people died/got hurt’ but we never really see that (don’t get me started on the mourning scene in the final battle, I was surrounded by sheets? I can only assume if your friends died you’d see their faces but mine didn’t soooooo). We are a better leader than Solas by virtue of our situations being significantly different. We are facing a known foe, with a clear cut way to beat them, allies who help us with minimal persuasion, and no insurmountable problems. He didn’t have any of that, he led a grassroots rebellion with basically only slaves and spirits to help him against people who were doing things he’d never seen before. The difference is just… they’re incomparable.

Can you imagine if we really had to face the idea that we are becoming the very thing we sought to destroy? Can you imagine the slow, creeping realization that we are just like Solas. If we had to sacrifice one or two or even more of our faction alliances to proceed through the game? If there were actual STAKES!?! If Solas saw us as his equal or another incarnation of himself? If he saw us going down the same path he did and it sparks empathy in him? If he wanted us to actually succeed because he has learned to see the good in this messy creation of his?

The DA games are - at their core - about sacrifice, what you are willing to give up for the greater good? In these games, the goal is to save the world, so how will you fight for it? We have nothing to fight for here because it’s not really a fight at all.

This idea that you can’t do anything alone is nice… but being alone is never an option for us. Solas puts himself in exile, Solas is alone but Rook never is. It’s not an option not to recruit your companions, you have to. It’s not an option to turn any of them away or to have them leave your party, and they’ll always love you if you do the bare minimum for their quests. The only time they ‘leave you’ is if they die but that’s not until the very absolute end, and even then they die in service of you - you are not ever alone in this fight.

If this game wanted to say something about how our people make us better we should have been met with a point in the game where we are alone. Fade prison doesn’t count because really nothing happens there; it's all cerebral internalized shit and you’re pulled out of it relatively quickly. We should have been hit with the idea that without our people - the bonds we choose and those we love - we are nothing and we were never faced with that potential reality.

In addition… Solas had people. He had Mythal and Felassan and he trusted them so intrinsically it became a part of his downfall. If he was your friend or lover in Inquisition he is a ride or die, he cares deeply for you and your team - so much so, he leaves because he sees himself as a danger to you. He’s only alone now because he chose to be alone… should we not also parallel this? Should we not also feel more bound to Solas because we see ourselves in him? We keep saying we’ll do ‘whatever it takes’ but it only takes the minimum to get the damn job done. We get to take the path of least resistance constantly, we get to be a hero with little to no losses that we see or care about - and perhaps this is because I did completionist this game and worked for it… but I didn’t ever feel like I had to work particularly hard.

This game ultimately fails because what it’s trying to say has no weight, what it’s trying to dictate to us is just said and never shown. We are not treated as an active participant in this narrative, we are just a consumer and I find it offensive that it was touted as an RPG when there’s minimal roleplay in the game.

In conclusion, your honor, this game is not a disappointment because I wanted Inquisition 2 - this game is a disappointment because it doesn’t say anything worthwhile. It presents ideas that, on their face, are good but never delves into them, it saps nuance out of an otherwise lively incredibly lore rich world, and it ultimately takes power away from the player to service a story that no longer wants to affiliate itself with its predecessors. Which is a damn shame because what came before it has so many interesting and thought provoking ideas this world could have built itself upon and chose to disregard.

If they wanted a relaunch, that’s fine… divorce yourself from ALL the games if that’s the case. Tell a smaller story, go back in the timeline before any other game, do anything else.

I will still probably play future Dragon Age games (because the track record is now the odd numbered games are good, the even numbered games are less good). I can find the good in these games despite my disappointment. But this game is still just that to me, a disappointment, end rant.

#dragon age 4 #dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #dragon age veilguard #dragon age veilgaurd spoilers #dragon age spoilers #da4 #datv #datv spoilers #datv critical #dragon age veilguard critical #kind of goes into hate tbh #there’s a lot to like here #there’s also a lot to critisize #and boy howdy do I have things to say #solas dragon age #dragon age varric #full of spoilers #yall asked for this post and now we’re here

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meaningofaeons · 1 year ago

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Hi! Congratulations on 500 followers!!!

I'd love to visit the cafe with Geppie and play with a white himalayan kitty. We would also like to order a glass of cider~

Thank you 💛

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ could you be any more dense?!

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau ⊹ word count - 1.1k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, hurt/comfort

⊹ katze's 500 follower writing cat-baret

THANK YOU!! AND ALSO TY FOR BEING THE VERY FIRST CAT CAFE REQUESTER ANON!!! <3 I hope you enjoy your "cat cafe date" with geppie!!!! (=^･ω･^=) also sorry this got a LOT longer than I was expecting these are meant to be short but I doubt I'm gonna manage to keep them short LMAO

Gepard is a very courteous man.

Sweet, patient, and above all, cordial. Gentlemanly, if you will.

However, that can definitely get to be... too much.

Especially when you feel like you've been just about as upfront as you can...

Or perhaps not—but at the very least, you're obvious enough, even if unintentionally, but...

It starts to get ridiculous.

Gepard is close to you, but painfully dense.

He's started keeping you at arm's length, a polite distance to maintain between two friends.

Friends, and nothing more.

You can try all you want, but in the end, he continues to put up that front around you.

It starts to even get... uncomfortable.

Like he's intentionally beginning to step back from involving himself with you.

It wasn't always like this—before, he was as open and close with you as he could be.

Even his sisters didn't know some of the things he'd share with you.

However, now...

You went to see him after his shift?

Sorry, he was invited to a function with some other nobles. Can't disappoint his family, now, can he?

You were at his greenhouse helping take care of his flowers (and waiting for him in the process)?

He would try to tactfully avoid the space until he was sure you were gone.

And really?

It started to hurt.

"Gepard, you're being ridiculous."

"Hardly, Serval. If you thought about it from my perspective—"

"Geppie! Hey, Gepard!"

Your familiar voice rang in the Landau siblings' ears.

As much as Gepard wanted to whip his head around and rush over to you, ask about your day and see what you've been up to, he instead turned away.

He began to speed walk in the opposite direction, making a beeline for Serval's workshop.

And only his elder sister bore witness to the way your facial expression crumpled.

Serval tried her best to give you an apologetic glance, clasping her hands together as if to say, 'I'm going to figure this out for you!' before chasing after her brother.

"What was that?!"

"I already told you—"

"Gepard Landau."

The blonde stopped in his tracks, wincing at the use of his full name.

He turned to his sister's fiery expression, trying his best not to back down, but it was frightening—Serval could be scary when mad, and she was your friend, after all. There's no way she wouldn't be up in arms.

"I don't care about your crap excuses anymore! Y/N is clearly hurt by what you're doing, ditching them everywhere, avoiding them... They're going to be more hurt by this than any danger you could put them in! For Aeon's sake, it's not like they've ever followed you to the front lines!"

Gepard knew Serval was right. She usually was.

But if the Supreme Guardian could be lost to the Fragmentum... even if it was contained...

Gepard also knew his worries were groundless.

However, what he was most scared of was caring for you too much, only to have you taken away by an accident.

Or coming to find out that you felt the same way (truly, deep down, he already knew you did) only for something to make you dislike him.

Ironically, the thing he feared most was more likely to come to pass by his current actions.

Serval only sighed at her brother's conflicted face, rubbing her temple.

"Oh, my aching head... Just go to them, would you? Talk it out! I'm tired of seeing Y/N sad, and I'm tired of seeing you being a mope!"

"But I—"

"No buts!"

Before he could protest further, his sister had promptly shoved him right out of the front door of the workshop... directly in front of your waiting figure.

"A-Ah, Gepp- I mean, Gepard—" you stumbled over your words a bit, having expected the man before you to have hidden out in the workshop and for Serval to have greeted you instead. "Sorry, sorry, um, I'll get out of your way—"

"No, n-no, wait—" Gepard stammered himself, both of your cheeks slowly turning pink at the awkward contact. You glanced up at him at that, acknowledging the first words he'd really spoken to you in quite some time.

"Um..."

You both spoke at the same time, which only worsened your collective anxiety.

"Oh, you go first—"

"Ah, sorry, go ahead—"

You stopped at that, as did Gepard, and then, you slowly began to giggle. The blonde smiled fondly at that, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Really, I insist you go first."

"Okay..." You took a deep breath, fiddling your fingers as the mood soured somewhat again. "I was just... wondering if I did anything to upset you, or..."

"Never!" You jumped at the loud response, staring at the man as he cleared his throat, looking about ready to run for his life (and dignity). "You haven't, um, done anything of the sort."

"Right..." You stared a bit longer. "Then, why do you keep avoiding me? Do you just not want to be around me any more?"

"That's not it either! I just... um, listen, Y/N... to tell you the truth—"

"Good lord!"

Serval slammed the workshop door open, glaring at your duo with ferocity. It sent Gepard barreling into you, the blonde man catching you in his arms just in time to prevent your fall. You both stared up at the eldest Landau with wide eyes.

"He likes you, and you like him, so quit umming and ahhing outside of my workshop! Go on a date! I have a show tonight, so go!" The woman wasn't truly angry, but... she was definitely exasperated.

As she shut the door and stomped back inside, you could hear her muffled voice.

"So obvious! It's so embarrassing!"

Silence settled over the space, and then, you broke out into a slight giggle.

Gepard smiled soon after, chuckling a bit as the two of you began laughing more and more at his sister's loss of patience.

"S-She meant it?" you asked through tearful laughter, "Y-You actually..."

"Yeah," the man stammered a bit, his own chuckles subsiding as he tried to contain his embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, Y/N. I just didn't know... if you felt the same, or if... I don't know, I was being stupid—"

You gave him a small smile, reaching down to clutch his hand tightly in your own.

"Yeah, you were. Next time, just talk to me."

"...Gladly."

"Now, about that date... Your treat?"

"I suppose that's only fair, considering how rude I was to you..."

"That's right! And I'll never let you live it down!"

#katze's cat cafe #katze's cat baret #katze's 500 follower special #gepard x reader #gepard landau x reader #gepard #gepard landau #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #hsr #honkai #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail

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kosmicdream · 11 months ago

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The FATE of FEAST FOR A KING

.. and Nasty Red Dogs…

And some other miscellaneous thoughts about comics, writing, and time.... AND ENDINGS...

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As I’m approaching 10 years on FFAK and NRD is currently 5, I’ve been reflecting a lot on How far this journey with comics has taken me and how far I still have yet to go. For those unaware, my first webcomic was actually Eggshells, which started in 2011, but i only started posting pages publicly in 2013. It too is unfinished, but its planned for 7 chapters. (I’m currently working on chapter 5, which probably will come out early next year.) I have 9 ongoing comics I’m working on. NINE!! 3 of those are FFAK related. (FFAK, After Dinner Treat, and the prequel series “Help.”) It is so many comics though. And beyond that! I have two other stories I’ve been working on for the past few years in secret, one being Nice Blue Cats, which I might still draw as a comic someday.. As well as a series of “one shots” that is meant to be its own collection. Slugmom and “The Teacher & The Fairy” are part of these one shot collections. Which, uh, it was designed to help me practice writing short stories. Which TT&TF is now going to be three parts long, and roughly 300 pages. So I guess that’s short enough…? Ha.. laughs… Anyway, as I was saying.. Sometimes I’m sure, readers might wonder. “Do you ever feel overwhelmed, with so many projects Kosmic?” Yeah dude. I sure fucking do. I got 9 of them! That’s more than a full pokemon team of projects that are potentially a decade + of work. A couple of them already are a decade old/older at this point. (Praeymoon is actually one of my oldest-lasting projects, even tho its first chapter only finally released in 2023.. I first attempted to draw ch1 back in 2016, but was unable to finish it and scrapped the “full color” angle i was trying then. ) All my current ongoing comic projects are as follows: Feast for a King, Nasty Red Dogs, Eggshells, The Teacher & the Fairy, Replacer, The Eyes of Miasma, FFAK: After Dinner Treat, FFAK: Help, are all written. The only one which isnt fully written is Praeymoon, which I don’t mind because the way that story is organized is almost more of a sandbox-fantasy world of mini stories. I’ll be honest, if you havent heard of Replacer or The Eyes of Miasma, I don’t blame you- its not that i don’t like those stories. They just kind of are the “most neglected” comics yet I’m also kind of amazed they exist at all, like I DONT know how I found the time to draw over 100 pages for both of them. They also have fully written outlines and all things considered, are probably only going to be under 400-500 pages in length. But that’s still a decent amount of work there. Its been ten years since I more or less started making webcomics… and as I plan, and try to calculate all my projects for the next 10 years, my main priority at the moment is well.. Finishing all of these fucking stories one way or another. Its hard! I don’t know if I can as I put way too much on my plate. But at the same time like.. Whatever. I could easily drop most of them, if I felt inclined to - but I don’t. They are my library of work, and I’ve sort of made an artist oath to myself that I will see as many of them to the end as I can. I’m excited that three are very close to its end. (Nasty Red Dogs, The Teacher & the Fairy, and Eggshells.) After that well.. I’ll see what I can cross off my list next once I get there.. That’s still going to take years to get those done. But hopefully not too many.

[Spoilers for potential LENGTHS of FFAK/NRD.. And other things.. I speak very transparently about writing and working on comics here AND including my thoughts on ENDINGS.. You’ve been warned]

I’m comfortable enough sharing that the fairy comic is 3 parts, Eggshells is 7 chapters, but when it comes to FFAK/NRD.. Its much harder to give an estimate, or if sharing those things will only be disappointing or annoying to hear about.. If you have ever been around me for more than 10 minutes, i am constantly talk about the “length left” on these projects a lot anyway. At night, i count them in my head. In the day, I write little lists as if I’ve forgotten the names of them.. They are MY LIST.

But for those who do not know and wish to, NRD is likely going to end with 10 chapters. I have extended this in the past, so it could still change.. but it only really has gotten “longer” due to pacing of scenes rather than the actual content. And Honestly, it was paced out specifically to avoid this next chapter. Not that I didn’t want to draw it, its because i was Scared to do it.. Why? Because there’s cars I have to draw in it. And dogs. I have drawn those things before, at least once or twice. But I do not enjoy drawing cars or dogs. Dogs are okay now, but i hate that they have legs. Dont give me references, i have those. Its just how my brain is, with those fuckign legs and how there’s four of them. I know practice makes perfect. Or do-able. I have drawn amost 1000 pages of NRD, i dont remember how they bend and i’ve forgiven myself for knowing there’s just some things god cannot do, which is to give kosmic the ability to look at a dog leg and understand. Anyway. Because of this reason, somehow, finishing NRD with it only possibly being 4 more chapters, still feels harder than finishing ALL of FFAK - which (drumroll) might be .. only around 10 or 12 chapters left. Yes, you heard me- for the second AND third arc. 10 or 12 more. Will that also change? Probably!!!!!! Like, yes… its been 9 years and I’ve completed a lot more than just 10 chapters of comics in that time.. But wrapping up a story is way harder and I dont know what that’s like..yet! But i feel still confident that i will. I mean, i don’t really have any other choice than to experience it. I used to recoil and fall apart just emotionally contemplating finishing FFAK. my FUCKING baby. My joy. You mean that has to end?? NEVER. My attachment to it and the characters was incomparable to anything else I had done, and in my mind ever WILL make… (and that is still true.) But.. I’m okay with that now and I actually look forward to seeing how it could end up. Even if its bad!

Its kind of weird to say, I just don’t really think it will be.. super good? Like.. it could be? I don’t know how readers will react. I dont even know how I feel about the whole thing.. I have felt so many feelings about this comic already, now I’m kind of.. Past it in a new stage. Zen like peace almost. There’s just.. so much that I wanted to PUT in FFAK and so much i could STILL put in. But I kind of just am okay with what i wrote, does that even make sense? The whole comic has felt like such a fluke to me, from the very start. And I managed to accidentally make so many great things in it I don’t actually understand sometimes. And my dreams for the comic has been nearly limitless. I couldn’t possibly contain all the feelings I’ve had over this story over the many years I have been making it, and all the incredible narrative outcomes I could see the characters going in.. the possibilities, the parallels.. The anime music videos.. I would NOT compare my writing style to GRRM, I haven’t read his books. but I can’t help but feel a bit like a weird baby version of him with the amount of cast members I have to push around and draw.. And I want to be clear. If FFAK was written as a book, it wouldn’t happen. I cannot write books. I do not think writing books is easier/faster than making comics, but sometimes it is hard to have to draw everyone. Point is, I understand the reality of a long-term comic project now, I have numbers and logs to prove it and my range. And I’m fairly consistent, even in my low days. So.. in recent years my writing style has.. has changed to accommodate.. Those.. General Realities i’ve observed in myself.

That’s why the second arc excites me. It has a lot of uhh, urgency that underlies it. You might have already noticed a change in the tone in chapter 16, which I’ve been working on for almost a year now. (I mean, I’ve been working on the written version for.. LOL.. much longer.) Maybe you haven’t! It could all just be from my own POV with how differently i feel that I delegate time to characters now. I did not start “writing” FFAK until chapter 10, and then i did not really start WRITING writing ffak until about.. Honestly, i want to say as late as 2019. It TOOK SO LONG you guys. I dont even know how many fucking thousands of pages of madness word documents I’ve got, with revision after revision and trying to list, contain, every possibly plotline… character backstory.. Blah blah blah.. Ive cut it down so much its impressive only to me. I don’t remember my lore anymore , and i love it. My readers probably know my lore better, and I don’t love it. Except when it benefits me. Then Its good. I would not describe myself as a RUTHLESS cut THROAT author, im actually too way sentimental to really let go of anyone. That’s why it took me so long to kill off Rock, but also because I wanted spoon to look really sexy and evil and that’s hard to do sometimes when I cant remember what half side he is. And when he was flipping around, I had to actually make a paper doll for him so i could TRY .. TRY to draw his arm on the correct side. Sometimes I didn’t. I just let it go if the drawing is good enough and i let it be a fun game for the readers to catch. But anyway, That’s why characters like Aeschylus are still around. Now that time has passed, I kind of regret it. Rome was right.. I dont need Aeschylus here and I’m mad he brought his friend Randall too. That being said, they’re some of my favorite characters in this arc even if they’re totally useless. In general, i have tried my best to not repeat all my writing sins and all my regrets of arc 1. I would not have been able to do this without the help of NRD to help get me to see that I can get attached and motivated to write new stories. When I hit my writing block in 2016/2017, it almost broke FFAK. FFAK still continued, but it also didn’t. But i was patient, and i worked through it.. And now I look forward to the ends of my comics, not because I want them to end but I’m very deeply excited for all the new opportunities my imagination to go to. I don’t know what that will be like. I don’t know how long it will still take me to get there, but I have it on [digital] paper and it does feel good to see that. Its affirming. I feel like i have a clear mission and I feel strong enough to really do it and commit to it. The second arc has barely started but in my heart I’ve made peace with the ending, whatever it might actually result as.

Plus if I finish it and its so bad, I’m sure that will be inspiring in itself! People might actually write fanfics!! I think a lot of readers are NOT going to enjoy the ships, for one. The MEAN greedy part of me hopes they don’t. That’s the most ruthless part of my writing to me is the ship choices. Oh! My evil mind. I mean theres no possible way to please everyone, or even myself, but there is a possible way to displease a lot of people. Including myself. So that’s kind of the route I find myself drawn to. Why? Because it gets me out of the hole of like.. I dunno, being stuck.

I used to write out a lot of big posts but over the years, I’ve kinda stopped. Mostly bc they were honestly really repetitive..or about lore that didn’t truly matter too much… That hasn’t really changed. This post is more or less “im still working on it, everyone! Just hang tight! Wow it’ll be a crazy wild ride” but it also is something I wanted to write to myself as words of encouragement. This has been a tough year. Like so tough that its hard to think about. But its very nice to feel like, i guess, my drive for my stories hasn’t gone anywhere. If anything, i really feel like i’ve gone through the mourning and ego death of “not being able to write a thing how you want” and now I’ve made total peace with it. Its just gonna be what it is, and I like that actually. When my life is tough, my comics at the moment serve as a place of hope for me - and assurance that I can survive through tough years. That’s the message they have ultimately given me, finished or not. And… I honestly don’t think of FFAK or NRD as my masterpieces or anything, but i know they might very well be the only stories people will know of when they think of me. If they think of me! So I wanna do a complete job with those. Rest assured, it’ll get there. I cant make big promises about all the comics I work on… even the bonus comics for FFAK, but at least those main two are my main priorities. That has not changed. THE FIRE is still in me. Even if FFAK took a like.. Mental.. 5 year hiatus its back baby.

I’m about 30 pages in to my 50 page script for chapter 16, so I guess it’ll be around 300-400 pages more before its done. Things are picking up speed! So it could be less. I am also preparing for the monster that is the 7th nasty red dogs chapter. I cannot stress ENOUGH that this next chapter, I have put off since chapter 4. Yes, I’ve actually buffed the story out to be longer than it intended, just to avoid drawing it. I even put a horse guy in there, I never draw horses because those ALSO have legs but they’re worse than dog legs. And, its not that i didn’t want to draw this part of the comic! But I didn’t think i could do it. It intimidated me. It still does, but, I’m gonna do it already. I know chapters 8-10 will be hard too but like…eh… I know in my heart its gonna really be about 7 for me. It always has been about 7 to me.. 2024 will be a big year for my comics for sure, just because of that alone I think. Not only will I have chapter 16 done, as the first step of the 2nd arc and a new adventure of my apocalyptic wormy drama, I’ll be facing my fears of the dog variety. Its TIME.

I’m so happy people have stuck around for my work, or shared it with others, even if they’re a strange mess. Its interesting to see, who comes and goes. I still enjoy refreshing my comments every morning when I wake up, and right before I go to bed. Its comforting.

My closing thoughts on this. I don’t HATE the ending of FFAK. I… like it! Its an ending. But I LOVE the ending to NRD. i think that ones legit good, i hope. With FFAK, part of me kinda hopes that turning up the pressure on myself of proceeding anyway will help the story. I don’t really know, or expect the ending to change though LOL…. Maybe i’ll come up with something better, but it will be too late so I cant do it or something, and then we can ALL write fanfics together of something else. Then sometimes I think about GUNNM and how the first ending was retconned but then last order was like? Basically the first ending again? I dont know actually, its hard to remember. THATS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN BTW. Also the ending is not everyone dies, even though that ending is fun and tempting. I didn’t do it, because end of evangelion already exists and its got a great song to go along with it too. YES it is also tempting to have someone go “WELL That was A FEAST.. For a KING” as the like final line, but I.. it wont wont. I prommy i take the ending seriously.

The reason I wanted to write all this, with webcomics, I think in general too people are so scared about writing their big comics that take 328523895235 years and the ending being bad. I see so many webcomics just, kinda die before the finale.. Which I totally understand, But I just.. Wanna show everyone that its much better and much more satisfying to just write the ending even if its a fucking disaster LOL. Because ultimately, its a webcomic. I don’t even know how to spell but people read mine! And so.. If theres anything I feel like i can promise and deliver to the world of the internet/my readers, is this big fucking disaster mess.. But it will end someday! And I’ll miss it. I hope readers will too, when that day comes (?) in probably another… 10 years…. idk.... BUT UNTIL THEN.. I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of chapter 16!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Kosmic Dream

#ffak #feast for a king #nasty red dogs #long post #webcomics

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jupitervega · 2 years ago

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fleein the south part II

hi, i'm ri & i'm an autistic nonbinary trans guy-lite-ish person. 4 years ago i moved out to denver from mississippi (where i was born & raised) & immediately had a massive improvement in my quality of life. i was able to access medical & psychiatric care, my career stabilized, people were addressin me with correct terms for the most part, & i was startin to feel like life had finally begun

unfortunately when the lease ran out on our house end of summer last year my roommates decided not to renew, & then the people who were gonna be my new roommates backed out last minute. in a panic i looked for other options but with time runnin short & top surgery approachin i decided to recover at a friend's house & move back to mississippi once my surgeon cleared me to travel cross country so i could regroup somewhere i figured would be less expensive & at least somewhat familiar

that, friends, was a very costly & painful mistake! every single problem that made me wanna move away in the first place has only exacerbated!

i'm comin up on 8 months post top surgery, i have a beard, & i'm still gettin called ma'am/she/her. trump flags & signs still adorn many yards/porches here. hatred & bigotry run rampant in local politics. the other day i didn't even enter one of the convenience stores in the town where i live when i stopped by because they had posted a very thinly veiled racist sign on the door

when i arrived back here i was not even a full month outta surgery & i had a minor complication, so i went to the emergency room cause what else was i sposed to do? applied for charity as i had around $100 to my name at that point, which i THINK? got approved? also applied for mississippi medicaid the same day, which got denied almost outright as i have no children. so i've been uninsured since november & rationin the 3 month supply of my psych/migraine meds i received before leavin colorado for goin on 7 months. never mind bein able to access hrt!

job prospects here are Not Great! i've had to collect unemployment for a while as i cannot for the life of me find a full time job with a livin wage. otherwise i literally cannot make ends meet as the jobs i've held so far down here are payin average 50% or less of what i was makin in denver. even with the part time gigs i've had i have yet to crack 30hr/wk on any kind of regular basis

housin is an absolute shitshow. my lease is up 1 july (got a month extension) & i've been searchin everywhere for an affordable place of my own or at least a good roommate. the more affordable studio/1bd apartments go for around $700 & up, but most have income requirements of 2.5-3x the monthly rent which, considerin previous point abt wages, is near impossible. roommate listins are available but the majority are questionable at best & seekin a live-in bangmaid at worst

with all these considerations i spent the past few weeks feelin worse & worse lookin for somewhere close to the job i currently have. the leases are like 6mo-1y so i was picturin another year down here & how i was gonna survive, let alone thrive. my thoughts got darker & darker. i'd wake up in the mornin & be sad/disappointed i'd survived the night

this is no way to live

i snapped a few days ago. said to myself "if i'm destined to struggle wherever i go, i'd rather do it somewhere i actually Wanted to be in the first place" & started applyin for housin in denver. waitin to hear back from my first option & have secured a backup with a friend with a spare room for 6mo in case that falls through

right now i need help gettin the hell out! i've got first month's rent already put back, i can continue to collect unemployment until i land a good job in denver, & i'm already reachin out to find somewhere to work. i just don't have anywhere to go for another month or two to save the money i'll need to travel almost 1200mi (~1900km) back to colorado. i'll need at least $500 to make gas/food happen durin the time it will take me to get there, & i need it by the first of july (38 days from day of postin)

please help me escape!!!

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faghubby · 1 year ago

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Costume made real

"You should go as Taylor Swift" Emily said excitedly. Emily believed I looked like Taylor Swift. Well if she was a guy.

"Your crazy, but even if I did look like her, there is no way I am going dressed as a woman.

"Top prize is $500" Emily pointed out. She showed me the flyer. There where several categories for the Halloween costume contest. With a $500 prize for each category. And a grand prize of $750 for best overall. Emily kept at me for a few days about dressing up as Taylor. "What are you two on about"our mother interjected one day.

"Mom, don't you think Paul could make a believable Taylor Swift?" Emily asked.

"What?" Mom laughed a bit shocked by the question.

"For the Halloween contest" Emily clarified

"Well with some work" Mom laughed.

"$500 worth of work?" Emily asked.

"Really?" Mom said reading the flyer. "Well Paul what do you think. It would be a good boost towards a car" mom pointed out.

"I cant go dressed as a woman, mom" I whined.

"It's Halloween no one will care, I bet we could make you a pretty good Taylor" my mother pointed out. I did need the money.

"You could really?" I was sceptical.

Emily showed mom several pics of Taylor on her phone.

"Yes, I think so a wig and well risqué clothes" mom giggled. Mom started right away as soon as I agreed. Ordering a wig. Emily raided her closet with mom's help. The next day they presented the outfit they thought would work best.

"You are the same height as her". My mother pointed out " but she wears heels so you are going to have to learn to walk in these." My mother handed me a pair of her boots. "I think they will fit you"

I tried them on they where tight. And I almost broke my ankle trying to walk around the kitchen in them.

Over the next few days mon had me practice walking in her heels. She also experimented in doing makeup to make me look more femine. As with everything with mom nothing was half way. She plucked my eyebrows and found the perfect earrings.

"The holes will close up when you take them out" my mother told me when she pierced my ears. Two days before the judging we had a dress rehearsal. I stared at the mirror, I couldn't believe how much I looked like Taylor swift. The skirt was very short.

"You can't wear those boxers" Emily told me. "They ruin the look."

"I thought the tights would hide those hairy legs better as well" Mom chimed in.

"You should shave your legs" Mom said plainly. I believed I could win as I looked at myself in the mirror so I agreed. It felt strange having hairless legs.

"Here" Emily said handing me a pair of plain white panties.

"No way" I said.

"Look the are brand new, never been worn and you don't have any underwear that won't stick out" she told me. I groaned but I guess it was better then going commando.

Mom had one last think she had bought boots in my size. "We can return them after tomarrow" she smiled.

As I got dressed the next day, in my sister's panties, my mom's bra with some kind of padded inserts. Skirts and the top allowed my bra straps to show. Mom did my makeup and hair. And I took my guitar to finish the look. Mom drove us down to the event center. I met up with my friend John. He didn't recognize me. Actually asking Emily where I was as I stood next to her.

"Holy shit you look great" John laughed. We went in to be judges I made it to the third round before I was voted out. I was disappointed I had gotten so close. I went to use the bathroom and ran straight into Kevin. Kevin was for lack of a better term my bully.

"I can't believe that's you" he said cornering me. He leaned in before I could say a word and kissed me. Not a peck but a deep close kiss. I melted into him. I had never been kissed like this. I found myself kissing him back. Opening my mouth allowing his tounge to dart in and out of my mouth. I felt weak. He broke the kiss. I realized his cock was hard. Mine was as well. I was so confused. Kevin pushed me into a stall. He started to pull out his cock.

"Kevin I'm not" I started. Kevin grabbed my hand and placed his cock in it. My God he must be twice as big as me I thought again I wasn't thinking caught uo in the moment I started to stroke him. He pushed the top of my head.

"Kevin don't make me" I was almost in tears. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

"Not making you, letting you" he whispered then bit my ear lightly. I dropped to my knees. And loomed up at him.

"I have never" I told him then took tip of his cock in my mouth. Kevin just leaned back against the door and let me lick and suck the head of his cock as I stroked the shaft. It wasn't long before the taste changed slightly. His precum I thought. I looked up at him just as he let loose filling my mouth with his cum. I spit it out all over the wall. As he kept Cumming all over my hand and dripping on to my legs. Kevin quickly tucked his cock back in his pants and left. I tried to clean myself up. Realizing my panties where damp as well.

I tried to fix my makeup and found mom.

"Can we go?" I asked she nodded thinking I was disappointed at having lost.

"You should of won" Emily told me. Then stopped and looked at me. She used a napkin to wipe something off my shirt with a huge smile.

"Or maybe you did?" Emily whispered, I blushed deeply. When we got home Emily followed me to my room.

"Who was it?" She laughed.

"What are you talking about?" I said trying to deny her suspicions.

"Did you let him fuck you as well?" She continued lifting the back of my skirt. "John?"

"No it wasn't John" I said shortly realizing I had admitted to it.

"Details" she pleaded.

"Okay, yes I well it just kinda happened" I started.

"You gave someone a blowjob" she laughed but tried to he quietest letting mom know. Emily loved that we shared such a juicy secret. I on rhe other hand was confused. I liked girls. But something had triggered me to bend to Kevin's will. And it had turned me on. Kevin was such an ass. He had teased me and tortured me for years. But I had not even hesitated when he offered me his cock. Emily tried to get me to tell her who. I remained silent. Emily kept quiet about it. It was a few days later when she burst into my room.

"Here" she tossed a back of cotton panties.

"Why?" I said out of habit. She just smiled. "You know why big bro" Emily just closed the door. I studied the pack of colorful panties with little flowers on them. I thought about how I had liked how the tight panties held my balls tight. I hid the package and picked up my phone.

I searched about wearing panties, sucking cock, what it all meant. I learned aboutSissies. I mean truely what it meant. The more I read the ,ore I learned about alphas and betas. Crossdressing. Bi sexuals. The further I looked the more kinks I learned about. I found myself masterbating to the idea of being bred by someone like Kevin.

I watched videos of twinks. Was I gay I thought. I couldn't be I liked to look at woman.

The next day I went to school, I found myself checking out both guys and girls. It was third period when Kevin found me. He delayed me on the stairway until after the bell then led me to a janitor closet.

"Kevin look I just" I started. He stared at me.

"You say one word about the other night" he threatened.

"Of course not" I wimpered not sure if he wanted me to suck his cock or beat me up. But I was excited either way.

"Better not faggot" he said and left. I waited a moment and went to class late. Earning a detention for my troubles. It was my first class with John. John seemed mad at me. But I had no idea why. After school I stopped by John's house.

"I know what you did" John said as he answered the door. "That asshole why?" He blurted out.

"What?" I said nervously

"I mean you could of asked" he added. I swallowed hard what did he know. Then as if forgiving me let me in. Was John jealous? how did he even know? I was not drawn to John like I was to Kevin. I paused.

"Would you like me to?" I asked shyly.

"What?" John said. "Next time just ask me to help you out, Nick is going to lord that shit over you forever" John said.

"Nick right" I realized he was talking about our other friend completely unrelated. As we hung out I kept thinking would I have sucked my friends cock? What did it look like? I didn't think he was hung like Kevin? I got an erection while I thought about it. I was freaking out. "I should go" I started to get up.

"What's wrong" John asked.

"If I told you something would you promise to have an open mind about it" I asked unable to look at him.

"What are you talking about" John said putting down his game control.

"I want to suck your dick" I told him. Not waiting for a response I kneeled between his legs.

"You're serious" John stated then looked at me and stood. He dropped his pants. I reached up and pulled his boxers down. Exposing his cock. I was about to chicken out. So I licked it. He was already hard. He was a little bigger then me I thought but had not been circumcised.

"Paul that feels amazing" he moaned as I sucked the tip of his dick. I knew John was like me and had never been with anyone before. John tried to force more of his cock down my throat as I continued. John came quickly I tried to swallow it all but it came out to fast. As John recovered

"Paul, that was wrong I don't mean to hurt you but I am straight. Not that I have any issues that you. Well are gay?" He said.

"No, I'm not gay. It was just dressing up the other day. And then well I wanted to experiment" I told him.

"Ypu looked hot dressed up" John told me. "Well did you like it?" He asked. Because I sure did.

"It was exciting but I don't know" I told him. I grabbed my stuff and went to leave.

"You won't tell anyone?" I asked.

"Of course not " John assured me. I walked home with an erection the whole way. I found a pink bra on my bed with a note.

Paulie if you want to keep dressing up, I will help you. MOM. As I picked up the cute little bra. Just as my mom popped her head in.

"If you want to talk" she said.

"Mom" I said stopping her. Holding up the bra.

"I saw your face when you where all dressed up" she said softly. She suddenly stopped and removed her earrings. She sat me down and put them in my ears.

"Don't want your holes to close up" she said kissing my forehead.

"Mom, I'm not sure about" I said

"It's okay, I am here to support you no matter what" my mom said.

I started wearing the panties Emily had given me. Well at least at home. Okay a few times when hanging out withJohn. But we didnt do that thing again.

Mom found the panties in my dirty laundry, in response she added other things, soon I had a dress, tight shorts. And several nightgowns. It was now early December when I hung out at John's house one day. When John and I crossed in the hall. He stopped and caressed my cheek. I froze.

"You look nice today" he said. "I noticed some of your um changes." His finger flicked my earring and then his hand exposed my bra strap.

"Okay" I said.

"What?" John replied.

"Okay I will suck your cock" I told him. He lifted my shirt over my head. I just stood there as he unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall exposing my pretty panties. He ran his hand across my stomach.

"You shave?" He smiled as I nodded. His hands cupped my ass.

"I don't know about that" I said nervously shaking. He removed his own shirt. For the first time I noticed he had been working out. The definition of his muscles was predominant. I reached out and touched his cheat.

"I don't think I am ready for that" I said softly swallowing hard. John nodded and let my hands slide down and unbuttoned his pants. As I knelt I pulled his boxers down. I was so excited I couldn't help but suck his cock as I cupped and even licked his balls.i had watched alot of videos about sucking cock, or about gay sex. I tried to remember everything I had learned. I was even able to take all 5 inches of him. John knees buckled he held my head to remain standing. He came I was able to swallow every drop. I stood back up. My dick trying to burst out of my panties. He tried not to notice it. I understood. I pulled my pants back up.

"If you like I would be willing to do that for you more often" I told him looking at the floor. As I said that John eyes lit up.

"You figured some things out then?" John asked

"Yes I guess I did" I said softly. I finished getting dressed and left. I didn't go home though. Instead I drove to Kevin's house. He was working on a car in the driveway when I pulled up. I got out of the car.

"I was wondering" I started but couldn't finish. He walked into the garage I followed. He just leaned against a tool box. I did the rest. Pulling out his cock and trying to suck it all. Unlike John Kevin pulled my hair and forced his cock down my throat. He didn't finish instead he pulled out and pulled me to my feet. He pushed me over a work bench. And tore my pants down. I heard the button fly across the room. His hands grabbed my panties ass. He stepped away just to return a moment later he pulled my panties down enough to expose my ass. He pushed some lube into my hole. He wasn't asking he was taking what he wanted. He continued to push more lube in. I felt him start to push his cock against my hole. At first just pressure. I tried to relax and push out. When suddenly his cock slipped in. I instantly cried out. It hurt. Kevin didn't wait he just kept pushing working his cock in and out pushing in further each time. He didn't stop until I felt him fill my ass with his seed. He pulled his softening cock out.i felt so empty as he did. My ass hurt so bad. I tried to pull my pants back up. I realized I had cum in my panties. The button broken on my pants. I had to hold them up. Kevin grabbed his keys.

"Come on I will drive you home" he said. He pulled in the driveway.i expected him to just drive off but he walked me to the door. I had no idea what to do. As I unlocked the door he followed me in.

Kevin grabbed my ass. Just as my mom called out. "Paulie is that you?"

"Paulie" Kevin laughed.

"Yes, mom and " I started as mom came around the corner. Kevin stood very close to me.

"OH hello" my mom said with a big smile.

"This is Kevin" I said introducing him.

"How nice, will you be staying for dinner?" Mom asked.

"Thank you, that sounds great" Kevin answered. Who was this man. He was always such an ass to me. Kevin went to use the bathroom

"He is Hot!" My mother smiled, she knew ?

"Sweety are you okay?" She asked concerned at how I was walking. I just smiled and looked at my feet.

"What happened to your pants? But she wasn't looking for an answer. "Go get changed" she said patting my ass.

I went upstairs I didn't know what to wear I thought. I changed my panties. Then opened my closet I thought for a minute and put on the pink dress mom had gotten me. I added the wig from Halloween. And a pair of mom's high heels. Before I went backdownstairs.

"You look beautiful" Kevin said. Making my mother turn to look.

"Wow, the dress" Mom commented Kevin got up and kissed me. Mom tried to look away. I showed Kevin around we wound up in the basement which was basicly where me and Emily hung out with our friends.

"Kevin, can I ask" I started. He leaned in and kissed me again . Deep tounge darting.

"Yes, I like little faggot boys" Kevin told me. "Your mine now" his hand lifted my dress and his hand caressed my sore ass.

"You should dress like this all the time" Kevin told me. Kevin spent the next 20 minutes driving me absolutely crazy. Kissing and caressing me.

"I don't do anything with that" Kevin told me meaning my dick. I understood that I was his bitch. I was the woman for no better way to explain it while he was a true alpha male.

he made me confess that I had sucked John off twice,

"No more of that" he told me.

After dinner, Mom and Emily asking a ton of questions, Kevin took me out for ice cream. We never made it instead I found myself bent over the hood of his car as he fucked me for a second time in 3 hours. I was scared to let anyone see me in a dress. And Kevin was okay with this. So skipped the ice cream altogether and he drove me back home.

Kevin kissed me goodnight. Emily rushed into my room. She had intimate questions. how big was he? She knew Kevin had bullied me was it because he liked you? How was it going out in a dress for the first time?

I confessed that he had fucked me, and had a big dick. He wanted me dressed prettier all the time.

Emily helped with that helping me put several outfits together. The next morning I headed straight to Kevin's house. Emily had helped me get all dolled up. I knocked on Kevin's front door his father answered.

"You must be Paula" he said. I nodded to shy to answer. And blushing he had told his dad about me.

"First door top of the stairs" he smiled. "Tell him he was right you are very pretty, and to get up we have to get going in 45 minutes" again I blushed even deeper red. I opened his door he was still asleep. I closed the door and pulled the covers back. I pulled out his cock and started to suck him off. He woke up instantly.

"Whoa, I got to pee" he told me and got up. When he came back in.

"Why you here" he asked smacking my ass.

"I just wanted to see you" I said was he mad at me.

"It's okay, but in the future you will come when I tell you too" he told me. He pulled me across his lap he smacked my ass.

"Understand?" He asked.

"Yes" I said

"Good, now I need to get going" he led me downstairs and properly introduced to his dad and his mother.

Kevin didn't just want sex. I mean he did, taking me whenever he pleased sometimes two to three times a day. He dated me. We where a couple. Of course some laughed about it. But we ignored it and mostly it went away. For as much as I knew Kevin could have threatened them all. I was his arm candy. He didn't want my opinion I was little slut. I styled my hair to be femine so I didn't have to wear the wig. John stayed my friend but understood we couldn't do anything any more. By New year I didn't even have any male clothes anymore. And had a consultation about starting on hormones.

"No hormones, I like you as a horny slut, wanting but never getting. Kevin instead bought me a chastity cage. He knew I jerked off and he didn't like it.

By Easter Kevin started talking about marriaging me. He didn't ask just suggested it. Kevin never let me out of chastity. Unlocked only t4o remove hair. And a tattoo for my eighteen birthday. A rose just to the left of my clit. In this time Emily had found someone as well. A friend of Kevin's. I knew she to had fallen for a dominant man. And often told me how she had earned a spanking. I knocked knowing gthis feeling Kevin used the same type of punishment. For the last few months I had only cum three times and each time was while Kevin was fucking me.

"Please baby let me cum" I moaned.

"You know the rules" Kevin told me. I did for Christmas Kevin had bought me a vibrator to hold against the cage if I needed relief bit it didn't work. Kevin didn't seem to care that it didn't work. I was there for his pleasure not the other way around. He actually wanted me to get permanent hair removal so he would never have to unlock me.

This all worked all I thought about was sex, and Kevin .

One day I sat and realized that it had only been 6 months ago that I had not even thought about a man. And now it was my whole world. I knew this is where I belonged and longed for. And I waited for the day when Kevin would ask me to marry him.

#gay #cross dressing #tease #denial #Cock sucker.

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beomiracles · 5 months ago

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hihi , firstly, congrats on the big 500!!! i’ve never sent you any asks before bc i’m shy even thru anon but your writings are amazing!!!! i often find myself re-reading criminal conscience because the way you write is just so detailed and perfect! since it’s the last day of requesting today, i wasn’t sure if you’re taking in any. but if you are, i was wondering if you’ve ever thought about writing an enemies to lovers for beomgyu? i’ve never requested before so i might not be good at expressing 😭🥹 but i was thinking academic rivals sort of thing where they’ve been rivals throughout most of their school years but they actually hold a soft spot for each other much like the netflix series ‘never have i ever’ i just love seeing 2 nerds not realising how much they actually love each other and are meant for one another like the fluff, angst, (sexual) frustration. chef’s kiss!

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#serene adds ✎... hii anonnie!! please don't be shy to talk to me I love love love interacting with you guys! :> YOU REREAD CRIMINAL CONSCIENCE? I think my heart exploded (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ — i loved your idea super super much, it's not very angsty rather fluffy I'd say but I still tried to incoorperate the enemies part! I hope you can still find it a good read >.<

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pairings academic rival!beomgyu x afab!reader warnings enemies to ???, nothing crazy i'd say !

You let out a startled noise as Beomgyu slams his test paper down on your desk. Blinking up at him, you’re met with a menacing expression as he cocks an eyebrow toward his paper, a big 100%, written in red marker presented next to his name. You frown as you let out a small scoff, “you came all the way over here to shove a mere paper in my face?”

Beomgyu sneers as he snatches his test back, glancing down toward your own sheet which you immediately cover with your hand. — It doesn’t take him much effort to pry your guarding arms away and his eyes widen as they land on the 87% mark. The smirk that quickly etches its way to his lips is enough to make your stomach drop as you breathe out a heavy sigh. “Holy shit, you suck!” He exclaims, followed by a breathy laugh.

You shoot him a glare, “fuck off will you?” It was already bad enough that you had scored lower than him, you had also scored low enough to where it might affect your total grade. The last thing you needed was Beomgyu’s endless nagging, a constant reminder of your failure. Math was hard, it was perhaps the only class you couldn’t quite wrap your head around, Beomgyu on the other hand, seemed to have little issues as he sauntered around with his test sheet held high.

“Hey!” A few familiar faces approach your table and you sit up a bit straighter. “How’d it go?” One of the guys asks, you can’t quite place him but you know that he also took this class. Another girl nudged his side, “what — are you stupid? Obviously she scored a hundred, she’s just as smart as Beomgyu, maybe even smarter.” The girl turns to you with an expectant smile and you feel your chest churn with disappointment.

The first guy leans forward, “what’d you answer on question 15?” He wonders as he tries to sneak a glance at your paper. “I…” you quietly begin as you fumble for an excuse, “well I…I can’t remember”, you nervously chuckle. “Ah”, he leans back slightly as he frowns, “then can I see your paper?” — You bite your lip as your gaze flits between him and your test sheet, gripped tightly in your hands. “I don’t know”, you mumble and he groans, “oh come on, just one peek..” he presses.

“She said no”, Beomgyu’s firm voice cuts through the tense air as the guy snaps his head in his direction. “Yeah but she knows the answer–” he begins but is quickly cut short as Beomgyu pushes his own sheet against his chest, making him stumble backward in the process, “then look at mine instead”, he grunts as he turns his back on your confused classmate.

Bewildered, you glance between Beomgyu and the retreating group of people as they flip through his test paper. You open your mouth to say something but Beomgyu has already turned on his heel as he made his way back to his own desk. — It was odd, shouldn’t he be thrilled to let everyone know just how much of an idiot you were? Thinking back, you couldn’t recall a single instance in which he had been kind to you. Excet today.

Determined to score at least a 95 on your next test, you find yourself in a quiet corner of the library as late afternoon turns into early evening. Outside the window, students were emptying out of the large building as they headed home, the library had been almost vacant for the past hour. Your gaze drifts back to the multiple sheets of papers splayed across your desk, containing all sorts of advanced formulas. Your fingers rubbed the sides of your temple as you tried to decipher the equations before you. At some point, the letters and numbers had just started to blend together, creating one big mess and you groaned as you let your head drop forward.

Suddenly, the large oak doors of the library are pushed open and your ears perk up as you follow the sounds of footsteps approaching. You frown, who else would come here at such an hour, if not…Refusing a heavy sigh, you glance up to see Beomgyu pulling out the chair next to yours as he takes a seat beside you. — You could already imagine all the things he had to say and you cursed yourself for not choosing to study at home.

However, he remains quiet beside you as he leans back in his chair, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans as he gazes ahead without as much as a word. Awkwardly, you shift in your own seat, reorganizing a few papers as you peer at him through the corner of your eye. — Finally you can’t take it anymore, “what do you want?” The question comes out like more of an accusation, but you don’t care.

Beomgyu shrugs before glancing over at your papers. “Advanced algebra?” He asks as his gaze travels over the, in his eyes, familiar formulas. Nodding, you internally groan, expecting a snarky remark. His next words surprise you.

“Do you need any help?”

It was a baffling statement coming from Choi Beomgyu, especially when directed to you. For as long as you could remember the two of you had been neck to neck when it came to your grades. The number on your papers suddenly determined a lot more — it determined your pride, perhaps even your happiness. There was truly no such feeling as scoring higher than Beomgyu, the bitter look on his face whenever you shoved your results up his nose. But then came your advanced math courses and suddenly, you weren’t playing in the same lane anymore.

You frown as you turn in your seat, searching his face for any kind of mischief. But you find nothing. Beomgyu tilts his head to the side as he studies you with a small grin, “algebra is pretty shit”, he then says and you feel the corner of your lip twitch into something dangerously close to a smile. “Yeah”, you mutter as you slide your book across the table for him to have a look. — “Ah um, question 29”, you quietly mumble and Beomgyu nods as his gaze flickers to the equation on the page.

“You need to factorize this part before you can find the value of x”, he says without tearing his eyes from the book. You blink as your eyes flit between his face and the paper in front of him, then back to your own unsolved equation in your notebook. Upon noticing your silence he lifts his gaze to look at you. “Do you have an extra pencil?” He wonders and you nod as you scramble to open your pencil case.

“Start by breaking out 2 from all of these”, he says as he leans over to write alongside your failed previous attempts. When this close, the smell of his perfume fills your senses, he smelled like fresh apples, neither sweet nor sour, just…nice. You try your best to keep up with the movement of the pen as he breaks down the equation, explaining things as he went. Though your gaze slowly drifts to his fingers around the pencil, to the small watch around his wrist, to his exposed forearms, his shirt pushed up to his elbows, your eyes trail along the faint veins, noting how the muscles there flex as he grips the pencil.

Your gaze then flickers toward his face, inches from yours, his lips moving, though the words coming out goes unregistered by your clouded mind. You watch the slight flush of his cheeks, his soft hair falling across his forehead. You watch his eyebrows twitch, his dark eyes unwavering as he focuses on the problem at hand. — You don’t even realize when he stops talking, the air around you falling into a thick silence. It’s not until he lifts his gaze over to you that you finally jump back into action.

Blinking away the surprise, your lips part as you search for a way to explain yourself. Beomgyu beats you to it, “did that make sense?” he asks, if he had caught on to your blatant stare he didn’t comment on it, you felt grateful. Biting your lip, your eyes drop back to his neat handwriting, “I uh…” Not really, no. But you couldn’t possibly say that.

“Here, I’ll walk you through it”, he says as he points the tip of the pencil toward the beginning of his lengthy calculation. This time you get it right, and a small part of you felt hopeful, like you actually had a chance at scoring those 95%. — “Hey um”, you turn to him with a hesitant frown, not wanting to come off as ungrateful, yet you don't think you could go without asking. “Why are you doing this? I mean, helping me, didn’t think it would be in your best interest..”

Beomgyu remains quiet as he watches you with a small smirk, “I suppose not.” He then sighs as he leans back against his chair, the scent of apples suddenly diminishing from your radar. “I saw you in class”, he drawls as he twirls your pencil between his fingers, studying it intently, “I guess I realized…it doesn’t feel particularly good to win if the odds aren’t fair.” His eyes snap back to yours and he offers you a small grin. “Don’t you think?”

Your lips part but no words come out and you find yourself gawking at him almost dumbfoundedly. Was this really the same guy you had been competing with all these years? In the golden glimmer of the setting sun, Choi Beomgyu suddenly looked different, very different. — “I do suppose you are right..” you mumble as your gaze drops to your paper.

Beomgyu reaches over to his bag as he rummages through it, seemingly in search of something. The small rustling noise garners your attention as you subtly peer over at him. “I actually came here to ask”, he begins as he slides a textbook over toward you. Immediately recognizing the sleek cover, your fingers trails across the title. Mythology was your favorite subject, and the book before you, well you knew it by heart.

You give him a questioning glance as Beomgyu sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. He clears his throat, “I uh, I came here to ask if you could help me with this.” He quickly motions toward the book in your hands, “I…I’m stuck on chapter six”, he mumbles and you flip the book open, easily sorting through its contents.

The corner of your lip twitches as you place the textbook between the two of you. Beomgyu gives you a hopeful look and you offer him a genuine smile, it was probably the first time you had smiled in his presence.

“I’ll walk you through it. After all, winning isn’t fun if the odds aren’t fair.”

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