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burrowdarling · 2 days ago

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The Offline Series 001

Summary: The introduction to The Offline Series, covering the last day of the regular season and the beginning of the postseason.

Pairings: boyfriend!Joe Burrow x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: This series will have mentions of adult content throughout so MDNI

Note: Hi everyone and welcome to The Offline Series! It's taken some time and rewriting, but the first part is finally here. I have plans to do specific events like the Pro Bowl Games as well as other ideas as connected standalones. I'm excited to create this small for these two and I hope you'll come along for the ride! Asks about these two are always welcome, I'd love to develop a world for them.

Word Count: 5.6k (my longest fic yet!)

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The past few days have felt a bit tense in the house with the season ending the way it had. Of course, you had wished things had gone differently, but it only made you more hopeful for the next season to come. Things were very touch and go when it came to Joe’s mood. Which was to be expected. You were so proud of him and the way he was able to lead the team to a winning record by the end of the season. You knew Joe was beating himself up about it despite the records he was breaking and the path he was paving in the NFL as a whole. You knew he was MVP material and it gutted you that he wasn’t in the conversation with the numbers he was putting up despite the final scores of each game.

He was processing the way he always would, by himself in his own way. He was going to the gym, meeting with who he needed to, throwing himself into everything else but rest. Arguably that also meant it was most things except time with you. You hadn’t seen too much of him recently, but you could feel his lower energy in the house even when he wasn’t around. Things felt colder and you had to admit you were starting to get a bit lonely. You thought back to that Sunday when the big shift in him happened while you went around the house and tidied, not like there was much when one of your stress relievers was cleaning.

**Flashback to Sunday**

You had the 4:25 games all on at once, each game taking up their respective corners of the screen. You were hopeful that having more than the two games would provide some kind of distraction, but you knew his mind was elsewhere when he kept his vision darting between the two opposing corners of the screen. You wished you could read his mind, making sure to remain close enough if he needed you, but far enough that he was able to be with his own thoughts.

You knew that the other guys were glued in the same positions after talking with the other girls. There was a constant stream of messages in your group chat talking about how the guys were doing and sharing the experience with one another through the phone. By some miracle, you hoped the Jets and Broncos would pull this off. You had a deep gut feeling based on the Chiefs lineup that things weren’t going to go the way you needed them to. The most you could do was hold out hope and watch with cautious optimism. You found yourself copying Joe’s movements, unable to look away from the two most important games. The Jets were starting off strong and that lifted some weight, but the Broncos came out swinging so fast against the second stringers for the Chiefs.

You couldn’t blame them, really. It was no other team's job to win or lose for someone else, but that didn’t make the game on the screen any less frustrating to witness. The amount of time the Chiefs quarterback was taking in the pocket from having no open players to pass to, it was no wonder he was getting sacked left and right. The score just kept getting higher and higher, the Bengals chances slipping away the more the Broncos scored. The Jets win wasn’t even necessary at this point, feeling worse knowing everything had gone to plan except this once game.

You kept glancing over at Joe, watching the light in his eyes fade with the passing time. You knew he was worried about the outcome as much as he tried to hide it. He wanted a chance in the playoffs, working his ass off to finish with the win streak they had, not to mention the records he was breaking for himself and on the team. If anything he turned colder, feeling the shift in him from where you were sitting on the couch. You made no move to touch him let alone speak to him when he got like this. You didn’t know which version of Joe you would get and you weren’t in the best mindset to find out.

By halftime, Joe had retreated to his office without a word and you let him. You couldn’t get yourself to turn the screen off, watching the abysmal scene in front of you at the Chiefs vs Broncos game. The amount of things that had to go the Bengals way, it felt like it was so far fetched. It really did come down to this one game. The score was so far gone, it was purely to see how far the Broncos would push it.

Towards the end of the fourth quarter, you turned the game off and made your way to the kitchen to make something for dinner. You didn’t know if Joe would eat, but you had to at least try. You cooked his favorite, plating some for yourself and making him a plate. You walked cautiously up to his office, a warry feeling sitting in your chest as you got closer to the closed door. It was silent on the other side, able to hear a pin drop. You took in a deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves before you faced what could be on the other side of the door.

You knocked gently on the door, hearing some grumbling on the other side before the door was pulled open. You were met with a blank faced Joe, his hair roughed up from his fingers tangling in it. You knew better than to mention a word about the game. Joe was beating himself up more than you could even imagine. You held his gaze, trying your best to keep things direct as you moved the plate in your hands towards him.

“I made you some dinner in case you were hungry. I’m gonna take a shower and get in bed to read for a bit. In case I fall asleep before you, I love you and I’m here if you need me,” you said and weren’t expecting any type of verbal response back.

He looked down at the meal you made him, watching as the slightly bit of tension dropped from his shoulders. His eyes moved back up to yours and the smallest ‘thank you’ slipped past his lips. You arched up on your tiptoes to reach his cheek, his frame always towering over you. He took the plate from your hands and gave you a nod before turning to close the door. You let him shut himself inside, knowing that all you could do at this point was wait for him to come around. You wouldn’t stop showing him small acts of kindness and support, knowing he was still appreciative even if he didn’t show it. You would always be there to take care of him and you weren’t stopping now.

**End of flashback**

You had your current read perched in your lap, trying your best to keep your mind occupied on something that wasn’t the thick feeling in the air. You were doing anything you could to keep yourself busy-reading, cooking, cleaning, even leaving earlier for work, and getting yourself a coffee in the morning rather than making it at home. You knew Joe would open up when he was ready, but the meantime wasn't always the easiest to manage. You felt your phone buzz on the couch next to you, lifting it to see what the notification was. You saw that it was an Instagram post notification from Joe because of course, you have his notifications on. It was a rare occurrence when he would post anything so you had to be in the know. You clicked on the notification, having an inkling of what it could be, but the wind was still knocked out of your chest as you read his caption.

"Season to remember, sorry you won’t get to watch anymore. Year 5 in the books."

You stared at your phone for a moment, processing the post he made. You felt your heart break for him, unsure of what could be going through his mind while he was upstairs. Swiping through the few photos he posted along with it. The first photo being of “the big three” as everyone has been calling them. The next two being of himself on the field and the last of him and Ted. You felt like you could sense the emotion through the phone screen.

He came down from his office a little while later, his hair ruffled from constantly running his fingers through it. You could imagine him sitting at his desk, looking for the right thing to say to his fans. The movement of gripping his locks through his fingers was a way of grounding himself when he felt overwhelmed. You noticed it as the season had gone on, tending to do it more often in press conferences when all he wanted was to be at home either alone in his office or with you. He went over to the fridge to grab something to drink, spinning off the cap and taking a huge swig as he walked over to where you were in the living room. You had on some mindless TV show in the background for noise, not paying it much attention.

He came to sit down next to you on the couch, slouching into the cushions with a deep sigh escaping past his lips that he must've been holding in. You shifted to sit up criss-crossed with a blanket draped over your lap. You patted the spot on your lap gently, signaling Joe to rest his head in your lap. He moved to you without a word, positioning his long limbs on the couch to settle his head in your lap with his legs draping over the edge of the armrest.

“Take this as a chance to just be offline for a while. You spent months holding so much of other people’s bullshit all season. You deserve to take the offseason as time for you,” you spoke softly as you started to gently touch his head and felt him lean into your hand.

Joe let out a sigh of contentment as he settled into your touch. You knew it was something that made him feel safe and grounded. You ran your hands through his hair, giving him time to process your words and respond. A break was something Joe wasn’t the most familiar with, always needing to be on and moving all of the time.

“I know you’re right. It��s just hard to shut my mind off sometimes. It’s hard to feel like I could’ve done more, still can do more to prepare for next season. I don’t want to have the same rhetoric from everyone next season like I did this year.”

You felt your heart break for him. There was an ache in your chest at his admission, feeling a small tear drop against your exposed skin. You leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his temple, letting your lips linger there.

“I know you worked your ass off Joey, you always do. You also earned yourself some time to unwind for a while, let your body rest. I’m excited to finally get to spend some uninterrupted quality time with you. Your mind and your body deserve to heal J, I’ll be here with you while you do. I already know you’re gonna come back stronger than ever.”

You tilted his chin up, turning his head towards you. You looked down and the gentle giant with glossy eyes in your lap. The thought brought a smile to your lips and a small laugh. You leaned over once more, placing a kiss to his pouting lips this time. You were about to sit back up, but Joe kept you in place. The kiss began to get more intense, feeling a small fire igniting within you at his tongue grazing across your lower lip.

You were putty in his hands, body willing to do whatever it was that he wanted. Joe loved how reactive you were to his touch, no matter how small or innocent it was.

A small moan escaped your lips, unsure of how you guys ended up in a full makeout after having such a deep moment. You finally pulled away, the angle becoming too much for you as you started to get a bit light headed. You weren’t sure if it was from having your head turned or the intoxicating pull that was Joe, figuring it had to be some kind of combination of the two.

“Sorry hun, I couldn’t keep my head like that for much longer. I was only trying to make you feel better, not —” you were cut off from your apology with a much gentler kiss placed on your lips.

“I know that, this was one of those times I was at a loss for words to tell you how much I love you so I figured I would show you instead. I know I can get in my head a lot, I really do appreciate that you give me the space to think.”

“Of course, Joey. You know I’ll always be here whenever you need to talk. Me forcing you isn’t going to do either of us any good in the long run. You also know I’ll happily be a willing participant to your throes of affection. In that case you’re more than welcome to show me properly.”

Joe sat up and took your hand in his to guide you off the couch, moving so quickly towards the stairs.

“Don’t mind if I do, all you had to do was say the word.”

Joe was always amazing in bed, but there was something even deeper about the way he would make love to you. Everything felt ten times more intense than usual, his passion unmatched. You were left lying there breathless, the sheets haphazard over the bed with your body tucked snuggle into Joe's side. His hand gently grazes your side, slowly lulling you to sleep. Exhaustion almost overtook you before his voice broke through the silence that enveloped you.

“Thank you for everything that you do for me. I know I’m not the easiest to love, but I’m grateful for you everyday,” his words waking you from your sleepy state.

You turned around to face him, his arm falling between you as you did. You moved your hands up to cup his cheek, feeling him lean into your soft touch as you stroked the stubbled skin. You felt Joe release a breath he must’ve been holding in and let his eyes fall closed. It was the most relaxed you had seen him in days.

“Joey loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done, doing this with you makes the highs and lows worth it all.”

You saw a quick tear slip past his defenses, quick to wipe it away hoping you didn’t see. It was too late for him though, you were too busy doting on him. His eyes looked up to meet yours and it was over for him. Joey tucked himself into your body as if you would make the pain he was feeling go away just from your touch. The more tears streamed down his cheeks onto your exposed skin, silent sobs racked his body and all you could do was hold him. Whispering sweet nothing in his ear while stroking his back with light scratches of your nails. Your heart split in two at the pain he must’ve been feeling, it being so hard for him to let you in.

You have no idea how long you two laid there, your gentle giant finding his solace in your smaller embrace. As his tears seemed to settle and his body relaxed, the tension finally dissipated his body for good from the emotional release. Joe sniffled as he pulled back from your neck. His baby blue eyes were red, his face flushed pink. You brought your hands up to wipe any stray tears from his face. Joe seemed to be closer to his normal self, something still holding him back.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, able to tell that there was something he wanted to bring up.

“I got an offer to attend the Australian Open and I’ve been thinking about it, it could be a different experience for me. I wasn’t necessarily gonna go, but after we talked I think I’m gonna tell them yes. I was hesitant because I was honestly still feeling so down on myself, but you’re right that I deserve to go out and enjoy the fun things like everyone else has been doing. People are gonna talk regardless so I might as well be happy while they do,” Joe said with a finality to his words and a returning sense of confidence you hadn’t seen for a bit.

“That’s awesome sweetheart, I totally think you should go. Get out of the cold in the land down under,” you joked back with him wishing you could escape the throes of the Cincinnati winter.

By the look on his face, you could tell he wanted to make some kind of oral joke but was holding himself back to preserve the moment the two of you were sharing. You felt him pull you in closer to his chest, his arms securing you in like a fortress from the outside world. You rested your head on his solid chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat bring you a feeling of comfort.

“They offered for you to join me of course, but I know you can't just take off of work that easily. I wish I could have you there with me, I really am sorry for being such a dick and icing you out,” Joe spoke as he peppered the top of your head with kisses

“I would love to go with you, but I already finessed time to go to Orlando for the Pro Bowl Games with you, unfortunately. I’m excited for you to get that experience and can’t wait to hear all about it. I’ll be here when you get back, don’t worry,” you assured him.

“I’d hope so, don’t be surprised if I don’t let you out of my sight when I get home,” Joe warned in a teasing tone you knew all too well meant only one thing.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way lover boy,” you pushed back, giving him a kiss to his nose. “I’m starting to think I’ll have to make you a self-care plan to ensure you actually take a break for once.”

“Does this plan involve you in all sorts of positions for me,” Joe teased as he brought his hand to cup your bare breast, swiping his thumb over your peaked nipple.

You gasped at his touch, still feeling sensitive. You lightly smacked his hand away as you feigned offense. Your body’s reaction betrays you in that moment, feeling the heat begin to form in your center. You had to be the voice of reason for once, both of you needing some kind of sleep more than anything.

“Get your mind out of the gutter for once, I actually meant it seriously. If I need to take the time to make one for you I will,” you said and you meant it, “just because I work with kids doesn’t mean it can’t apply to you too.”

You worked in mental health, mainly with kids and adolescents. You were able to be a safe space for them to learn how to share, develop healthy coping skills, and work through anything that was going on with them. There were times that you could see where Joe would benefit from taking a different approach. He was such a big advocate for mental health, but he didn’t always give himself the same grace when he needed it.

“Yes ma’am, I’ll behave and take my time. I was honestly thinking of getting a massage tomorrow if you’d like to come with me. It could be a great way for us both to destress,” Joe suggested.

The idea did sound incredibly tempting, knowing you had your own knots and pent up tension stored in your body. You hadn’t gone for a massage in ages and Joe always got them as a form of restoring his body during the season.

You rolled over, feeling Joe sniggle up behind you as he draped an arm over your waist, “you let me know when and where, you bet I’ll be there.”

Joe’s trip to Australia came and went in a flash, sticking true to his word and making sure he showed you just how much he missed you. Claiming he needed some way to ‘exhaust himself’ and get him to sleep from the massive time change he was combatting. He told you all of the stories from his time there that you hadn’t already heard over the phone while you two lay in bed. You weren’t exactly sure when you fell asleep, being lulled into slumber from the warmth and presence of your boyfriend.

That next morning, you woke up to Joe splayed out next to you. He looked so peaceful; with the thin white sheet draped across his lower half, chiseled chest on full display for you to admire. Both of you had forgotten to pull the shades over after yesterday’s activities, the morning sun casting a warm glow across his sun kissed skin. It felt like a crime to wake him, but you had massage therapists coming to the house. Joe wanted to keep things private and got a few people to come here that he’s worked with through the team during the season. You were grateful considering how tender each of your muscles felt from last night, skin heating at the thought.

The least you could do was wake him gently, shifting on the mattress so you were level with his stomach. You always admired Joe’s body and he damn well knew that. You never got the chance to do so this close and unrushed though. You took your time absentmindedly tracing patterns across his skin, lightly dragging your fingertips through the dips and curves of his muscles and hips. You dropped your lips to his warm skin, making a path of kisses up to his neck. You felt him stir about halfway through, glancing up to see a barely there smile on his lips.

You could tell he was trying to remain “asleep” to not interrupt your pursuit. You decided to have a little fun knowing he was awake. You dragged your lips up his chest, lightly sucking at the skin on the base of his neck. You felt his breath hitch underneath your lips feeling satisfied. You nipped at his ear causing a groan to come from Joe, unable to hold back his facade any longer.

You could tell he was trying to remain “asleep” so as to not interrupt your pursuit. You decided to have a little fun knowing he was awake. You dragged your lips up his chest, lightly sucking at the skin on the base of his neck. You felt his breath hitch underneath your lips feeling satisfied. You nipped at his ear causing a groan to come from Joe, unable to hold back his facade any longer.

He shifted quickly, tucking you under his body as his strong arms caged you into him. You giggled as he ducked his head and nipped at your neck, knowing it was where you were super ticklish. His attacks against you were ruthless, leaving you begging him through sputters of air and laughs to get him to cease fire.

“Good morning to you too,” you said, trying to regain control of your breathing.

“I could say the same thing to you too, I’m not complaining if I get to wake up to your touch every morning,” Joe said as he ducked back down in an attempt to move things further.

You stuck your hand out as a barrier to stop him. You wouldn’t have nearly enough time with your massage appointments happening soon. You wanted to freshen up quickly to be ready for them when they got there.

“We’re not gonna have any time right now, J. They’re gonna be here in,” you looked down at your bare wrist, a small laugh rumbling in Joe’s chest at your humor, “like 10 minutes.”

“I’ll bet you I only need three of those ten if you let me,” Joe tried to press, hoping to win you over with a morning orgasm to start your day.

You had to admit, it was definitely a tempting offer. Joe loved lazy morning sex with you, feeling the lack of time constraints and pressure. It was his favorite way to start his day when he could. There were also mornings where quickies would wake either of you up before you had places to be, connecting before your busy days. You contemplated the idea, Joe wiggling his eyebrows suggestively above you trying to entice you. You also would have the rest of the day with this being the only thing you had planned. You worked to flip yourselves to get you on top, Joe grinning thinking that he would be getting his way. You slipped off of him, throwing on some semblance of clothing and ran your fingers through your hair to tame it.

Joe groaned feeling like you pulled a trick on him. Before he could protest you, the sound of the doorbell ringing sounded through the stillness of the house. A smile crossed your lips as you started to make your way out of the room, turning back once you reached the frame of the door. You left him alone in bed, sat up against the headboard frustrated from your absence. He looked lost, a pout formed on his lips and a prominent bulge obvious underneath the thin fabric of the sheet.

“You should probably take care of that before you come down, I don’t think your massage would appreciate it,” you said with a smirk as you disappeared down the hallway

“Oh you’re gonna get it later sweetheart,” Joe called after you, making you laugh at the promise.

You composed yourself before pulling the door open. You greeted them kindly, letting them in to get everything setup in the living room. The pair seemed lovely, telling you a bit about themselves while getting their things ready. They handed you a robe and requested you change into whatever made you feel the most comfortable. You left to change, tying the robe overtop of the bralette and sleep shorts you put on. You were exiting the bathroom when Joe made his way down the stairs in a pair of tight alo shorts. They were sitting high up on his thighs as if he had them pulled up, the glimpse at the skin making your mouth water.

It was like he could read your mind, choosing those on purpose as a form of payback for leaving him alone to take care of himself. He dropped you a wink before passing you to say hello, taking the second to shake those thoughts from your mind for the time being. This was technically your fault, but you knew it would also make him more worked up later.

You both laid on your respective tables and let the two ladies get to work. You had never gotten a massage before, not thinking it was a necessity, but having a change of heart after the first few minutes. The lotion felt and smelled absolutely amazing, giving reprieve to your aching and neglected muscles. Your shoulders felt the tightest from how much sitting you had to do at work, constantly seated in different positions at your desk or on the floor if that’s what your clients preferred during their sessions. Sighs of content and groans of pain as she worked tumbled from your lips without a second thought. Joe was mostly silent, making you realize how often he did this and was used to it by now.

Knots you didn’t even know you had were being pressed and worked. You couldn't help the groans of relief that left your mouth, trying your best to taper the sounds. Turning to look over at Joe whose pupils were blown wide as his back was being worked on as well. You let your eyes trail down his frame, knowing exactly what was under the sheet covering his lower half. Your body was heating, feeling conflicting feelings of tension and relaxation as your masseau’s hands worked wonders at alleviating your deep seated stress. You turned your head to face away, knowing it would be for the best.

You made small talk the best you could, finding it hard to speak when certain tight areas were touched, cutting off whatever it was that you were saying. It made you wonder how Joe did this as often as he did, focusing on the temporary hurt being worth it in the end. After about 40ish minutes, they began to finish up and gave you both a few minutes to relax while they went and cleaned up their hands.

You sat up to stretch, reaching your arms above your head and appreciated the lack of pain when you did. You felt Joe’s eyes locked on your body sensing the heat in his gaze without meeting his eyes. He stood up off of his table, not worrying about wrapping his robe back around him. He came to where you were sitting, leaning into you with his hands pressing into the massage table on either side of your legs. His knuckles brushed against your exposed skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Joe leaned down more to meet your ear, bracing for what filth was about to come out of his mouth.

“You bet your sweet ass the minute they leave, I’m gonna have you screaming my name for so long your voice will be gone by dinner time,” he whispered, his voice husky and dripping with lust.

You glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing that it was only barely lunch time. You breath caught in your throat as Joe brought one of his hands up to cup your cheek, slipping down to lightly grip your throat. You swore you forgot how to breathe, getting so lost in the moment that the sound of running water scared you back into reality. Remembering you weren’t alone and could get caught with Joe hand around your throat at any moment made a new wave of pleasure wash over you.

You separated when you heard the footsteps begin to get closer. Heat crept up your cheeks at almost being caught in a not so innocent position, even if you were in your own home. You chatted for a few minutes while they packed everything up. You talked about tentative plans for another appointment soon, now that you knew what you were missing out on. You had barely walked them out the door before Joe was behind you in his robe. Your front was pressed against the cold material of the front door, eliciting a gasp from your parted lips.

“Do you know how hard it was to just lay there knowing you were wearing so little beside me,” Joe said as he slipped your robe off your shoulders placing kisses to the exposed skin, “making all of those little noises of yours.”

Joe slipped the robe off the rest of your body, letting it fall to the floor. Turning you around to face him, keeping your proximity to one another so close it was hard for you to spin. He dropped to his knees before you, taking in the sight before you. He slipped off your shorts, growling at the sight before him.

You had forgone underwear, forgetting to sip some on after this morning and assuming the coverage of the shorts would be sufficient enough. In hindsight, it worked as easier access for a moment like this.

“Naughty girl, getting that entire massage while eye fucking me with this bare pussy,” Joe chastized into the flesh of your thighs, alternating between kissing and nipping at your skin.

“I was too preoccupied this morning, I guess I must’ve forgotten,” you spoke, half lying as you tried to keep your head on straight from his touch so close to where you wanted him the most.

“Likely story, you could’ve had this pussy wrapped around my cock this morning, but someone had to be a tease,” Joe said as he brought his hand down to your wet pussy.

Joe wasted no time in latching his mouth onto your center, feeling so close a release already from how strung up your body already was. He alternated between licking and sucking that your mind was spinning. You gripped your hands into his hair, tugging slightly to let him know how close to the edge you were.

Right as you were about to fall over it, Joe pulled back and stood to meet your lips in a rough kiss. You groaned in frustration at your lack of climax, irritated at how close yet so far you were from release. When Joe pulled back

“What the hell J, I was so fucking close,” you whined, knowing you sounded like a brat.

“You’ll get there when I let you, if someone was nicer to me this morning then they wouldn’t be left hanging would they,” Joe said as he sauntered off towards the stairs, “I'm gonna hop in the shower. I want you on the bed and ready for me once I’m out and maybe I’ll let you cum if you behave.”

You were stunned in your spot for a moment. The time off seems to already be doing wonders for his mood, the downside being that he had time to be just as much of a tease as you were. You hustled up the stairs doing exactly what he asked. You were glad that your body was relaxed, not sure if Joe would be using that to his advantage. You could get used to disconnected Joe.

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therainscene · 3 days ago

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While I'm on the topic of Will being on Vecna's side after the destruction of Castle Byers -- I have to point out the how well the colour symbolism in Will's costuming reflects his connection to Vecna.

In S1 he wears his iconic jacket with the giant red collar that evokes a Demogorgon's maw. For now, this is an innocent choice that simply serves as foreshadowing for the horrors to come.

During his S2 possession, he wears only grey, blue (symbolizing Mike perhaps?) and Vecna's signature red. But interestingly, the more control Vecna has over Will, the less red is present in his outfits. I can see two ways of looking at this, both of which are probably true:

It symbolizes his loss of individuality: S1 showed us that he likes wearing red, after all, and he wears it prominently in 2x01 as well. His efforts to reclaim the boy he was before his kidnapping aren't working.

It symbolizes how agreeable he is about having Vecna in his head: some red stripes remain on his pyjama bottoms while he still has enough control to spy on Vecna, but it's gone by the time Vecna starts using him as a spy in turn.

S3 begins with Will still only wearing blue and grey... but the red is back.

Vecna's back too, of course, but it's worth noting that this season brings with it the onset of puberty and the obnoxious reality that is Mike Wheeler spending all his time with El Hopper -- perhaps Will's anger about that can't help but splash onto his outfits.

Either way, red never appears on his neck (the area which most strongly symbolizes his connection to Vecna) until he fights with Mike and destroys Castle Byers -- after which his collar turns solid red and stays that way for the rest of the season.

(If you were skeptical about red symbolizing how agreeable Will is about having Vecna in his head before, maybe now it's making a bit more sense -- he spends this portion of the season choosing to be a glorified Geiger counter for the party.)

Red continues to dominate his wardrobe after the gate is closed, but it's gone from his neck. At least, his collar is blue when he affirms his devotion to Mike in the S3 epilogue:

It doesn't stay that way, though. After six months in Lenora with no contact from Mike, the collar is red again. Will can't sense Vecna here, but he certainly can sense how lonely and different he is.

(And just because Vecna isn't literally in his head doesn't mean he isn't on his mind. It's probably not a coincidence that the flirty girl is a Patty Newby lookalike who just so happens to share a shot with the word "HENRY" appearing behind Will's neck. He relates to Henry way more than he's letting on, I think.)

The instant Mike returns to him, he immediately excises almost all red from his wardrobe -- just swinging directly from one extreme to the other, with emphasis on blues and greys at first followed by generic Byers earth tones for the rest of the season.

I don't think this is a promising sign. The only other time red was this absent from his wardrobe was when Vecna was crushing all the individuality out of him -- and now he's doing it to himself.

Anyway, then S5 happens.

#stranger things #red collar symbolism #byler #will byers #my analysis

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tarotbydelilah444 · 1 day ago

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PAC • what is manifesting for you

pile one

angel numbers

111

888

444

777

222

what’s manifesting…

Abundance in all forms is coming your way. You have unexpected windfalls of money that is coming in. I intuitively heard, “Fuck Up Some Commas” by Future. This could be a tax return, refund check, settlement, inheritance, return on investments, or a loan being repaid. Whatever it is, you have definitely been waiting on this for a while. Make sure you spend it wisely!

Starting your influencer journey. You may start an influencer/lifestyle channel. Do it! You will receive so many followers and views.

Gaining happy weight. Your body is filling out and going in all the right places. You will definitely appreciate and love the appearance of your body. Realizing that you're "that girl".

Starting your own garden. Growing fruits, vegetables, and herbs.

Becoming a plant mom or spending more time in nature.

• Trying new products for your hair and skin and seeing amazing results.

The months of May and September are of significance. Autumn is also of significance.

• If you’ve been thinking about changing your appearance, go for it! This applies to you if you want to dye your hair, specifically red, or even straighten your hair for the first time. A silk press or perming your hair is of significance.

• Someone that you blocked or in a no-contact situation with could be lurking on your social media. You know exactly who this person is. They still have feelings for you, or they still in their feelings about you blocking or ignoring them.

MAIN CHARACTER ENERGY. Your confidence will be improving. “And to me, you are the star of the show still”. You are officially God’s favorite and the universe will be showering you with nothing, but blessings on top of blessings. Be open to receive and give thanks to the most high for these blessings. This is your time to shine and thrive because everyone is watching you, yes, even your HATERS. Everything about you is so magnetic and contagious right now, so be mindful of who you are letting in your space at this time because you definitely got some people trying to block your shine, trying to talk shit, and even sending you the evil eye to block your blessings, but know that you are protected and no harm shall touch you.

Changing your eating habits. This could be dieting, fasting, or even being more mindful of what you are consuming. Working on that summer body!

• Learning new cooking recipes rather than eating out all the time. You could find new recipes on TikTok that you've been wanting to try out. Nara Smith could be of significance.

• If you are single, new love is coming in. This could be a soulmate connection, especially, if you've been trying to manifest in your soulmate. The wait is over and there is no need to look any further because this person is coming in sooner than you think. This person may be an Aries, Leo, Sagittarius, or Taurus, or could have these placements in their big three. They are very attractive, confident, friendly, creative, passionate, nurturing, and fun-loving. They could be younger than you or they could be a bit immature. Your advice is to allow yourself to be open to receiving this love and give this person a chance. Do not allow past experiences to rob you of this beautiful opportunity. "Love Like This," by Faith Evans is what I intuitively heard. For others, you got options, babyyy! You have so many people who are attracted to you and ready to shoot their shot and risk it all. "I'm here for a good time, not a long time" is your mantra. Right now, you are perfectly content with just exploring your options and having some fun. Take if it resonates, but some of you are discovering yourself, as it pertains to your sexuality, and others are becoming more comfortable in how you express your sensuality. Overall, you have good sex coming your way, so make sure you take precautions. I am sensing heavy fertility energy in your reading.

If you recently applied for an internship or scholarship, you will hear good news regarding this within the next few days or three to six months from now. Nursing could be of significance.

Receiving an invitation. This could be an invitation to a birthday party, baby shower, graduation, concert, trip, or some type of event/celebration. It will be fun and I see you enjoying yourself, if you decide to go. This definitely applies if you are an introvert, you are being encouraged to get out more and say “yes” to new opportunities and experiences that are heading your way. Time to get out of your comfort zone!

• Making birthday plans, especially, if you are a Pisces, Aries, Taurus, or Gemini.

• Tapping into your creative energy. If you have been thinking about starting a business or working on a new or old project, it’s time to START RIGHT NOW! I intuitively channeled that clip of Kim K, saying "Get Your Fucking Ass Up and Work". This may be a passion project or even you discovering a new hobby that has piqued your interest. Whatever it is, nurture it and watch out for how abundant and prosperous, it can become. It's time for you to share this idea, business, or project with the world because it will receive so much recognition, praise, and attention, especially if it's related to beauty or fashion.

keywords: glow up, Obsessed by Mariah Carey, abundance mindset, "patience, young grasshopper", Sum 2 Prove by Lil Baby, the world is yours, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper, "My vibe right now is just living life", How Stella Got Her Groove Back, Blessings by Big Sean ft Drake, All Eyez on Me by 2Pac, having my way, YOLO, Valentine's Day, Congratulations by Post Malone ft Quavo, new character development, going viral, five-star b*tch, All I Do is Win by DJ Khaled ft T-Pain, Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, monitoring spirits, Cocky Af by Megan Thee Stallion, destiny swapping, Pretty Girl Rock by Keri Hilson, soft girl life, Work Bitch by Britney Spears, high maintenance, Get It Sexyy by Sexyy Red, losing your virginity, I Am Woman by Emmy Meli, Korean skincare, life feeling like a movie, pilates princess, Git Up, Git Our by OutKast, "baby, you summertime fine", gang-stalking, Look At Me Now by Chris Brown ft Busta Rhymes & Lil Wayne, brand deals, "young, hot, and turnt, TGFI by Glorilla, Shining by Dj Khaled ft Jay-Z & Beyonce, romantizing my life, Stay Schemin by Rick Ross ft Drake & French Montana, buying a rose vibrator, Excuse Me Miss by Jay-Z ft Pharrell, Brokey by Latto, “let me give her a new style, a new hair-do, a new cut, a new color”

affirmations to affirm

"I am intelligent"

"Life is beautiful"

"I am beautiful"

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angel numbers

333 666 888 444 111

what's manifesting...

You may have gone through a rough time or felt like it's you against the world for some time. You've learned harsh, yet valuable lessons and managed to overcome each obstacle and challenge that has come your way. "Everything happens for a reason". The Universe is so proud of you and is ready to reward you for your resilience, bravery, patience, and perseverance during this time. Things will begin to make sense and finally shift in your favor very soon. The storm is finally over!

A solo trip. I channeled Paris, Mexico, or Italy. If it's not these specific places, it will definitely be somewhere overseas. You want to get away to clear your mind. I intuitively heard, "reset button".

Learning how to detach and move away from things that no longer serve you. You no longer want to entertain and engage in/with low-vibrational things, people, and situations that subtract from you rather than add to you. "It ain't nothing to cut that b*tch off" is what I channeled. LOL, you guys are truly over the bullshit and are choosing to protect your peace by removing yourself from unnecessary stress and drama. It hasn't been easy, but these changes are necessary, for new things to come towards you.

Wanting to change your number. "New number, who dis". You are being more selective of who you allow access to you. You could be de-cluttering your phone by deleting old numbers and texts.

A passed-on loved one watches over you and constantly sends you signs from Heaven. They actively try to communicate with you through synchronicities and send you messages in your dreams to get your attention. They act as a guardian angel, always guiding you and protecting you from harm, both physical and spiritual.

The months of February, May, and August are of significance.

A new job or job offer is coming in, especially, if you've been applying non-stop or waiting for a response about a position. Make sure to stay vigilant and check your emails, junk mail, and messages, and answer phone calls because they may come in unexpectedly. This can also apply if you applied for an internship.

Tapping more into spirituality and leaning more into your spiritual abilities. You will find it easier to trust your intuition as a guide as well as see and trust in the signs and synchronicities that the Divine sends to you to assist you on your journey, especially when you are feeling confused or lost. Lots of praying, meditating, connecting with the elements, practicing gratitude, shadow work, and visualization. You may even find it much easier to manifest.

Finding or changing your style or aesthetic. "A new era of me".

If you recently went no-contact or blocked communication with someone, this person has been thinking about you a lot. You and this person share a karmic connection. They may have Gemini, Aquarius, or Pisces placements in their big three. Further characteristics: hazel eyes, average height, Asian, brown or darker complexion.

If you struggle with any health issues, you will make a speedy recovery, as long as you remain consistent with your health regime. You are learning how to prioritize yourself rather than choosing to ignore them for a change, through radical self-care and mindfulness. Replacing bad habits with good habits. Taking responsibility for your health, no more victim mentality.

Working and improving your credit score. You are becoming more frugal or mindful of where you are spending your money. Learning how to budget and how to invest in stocks. Paying off your debts.

Becoming more organized and being able to accomplish and deal with things with ease. Moving with intention.

Setting boundaries and being comfortable with saying "no". You guys are finally putting yourself first, for the first time in a long time. You are no longer interested in being a "people pleaser" and are focusing on only pleasing and accepting yourself. I channeled, "Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved". Not playing "captain- save-a-hoe anymore". The solar plexus chakra is very strong in your messages.

Shifting your mindset and learning how to be mindful of what you are thinking. Learning how to observe your thoughts rather than attaching meaning to them. Gaining control over your mind and thoughts.

keywords: protecting my peace, law of attraction, the art of detachment, I Wish You Roses by Kali Uchis, DND mode, Joy & Pain by Maze ft Franke Beverely, "It's above me Now", The Pressure by Jhene Aiko, actions speak louder than words, Free by 6lack, entering my villain era, Access Denied by Lucky Daye ft Ari Lennox, divinely protected, Female Energy by Willow "it's in me, not on me", spring cleaning, Bounce Back by Big Sean, me vs me, "I am the master of my fate", self-improvement books, epiphanies & realizations, Level Up by Ciara, herbalism, "I got to put me first", Do Not Disturb by Drake, in my healing era, medicine woman, "I forgive, but I don't forget", Not My Problem by Laila!, the path of self-discovery, phoenix rising from the ashes, Ambience by Nia Sultana, finding your voice, After the Storm by Kali Uchis ft Tyler the Creator, out of sight, out of mind, M.I.A, year of the snake, "no mean no", enlightenment, expand your consciousness, Surrender by Jhene Aiko ft Dr. Chill, too much static, return to sender, Fuck the World (Summer in London) by Brent Faiyaz, being tested, Silent Hill by Kendrick Lamar ft Kodak Black, the five clairs, sink or swim, Spider-Man Superman by Drake ft PartyNextDoor, "come correct or don't come at all", fuck around and find out, mental clarity, thrift shopping, standards going up, G.O.M.D by J.Cole, None of Your Concern by Jhene Aiko ft Big Sean, 0 to 100 by Drake, "didn't tell I was a savage", I Don't Fuck With You by Big Sean ft E-40, rebirth, Prada Process Guapdad 4000 ft 6LACK

affirmations to affirm

"I have a beautiful life"

"I am in control of my destiny"

I know my value and I add tax"

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Disclaimer: Tumblr has a limit on the amount of songs you can add, so the rest of the channeled songs will be typed out.

Never Be Yours - Kali Uchis Burning - Tems Lucky Girl - Carlina

angel numbers

555 222 888 1010 111 /1111

what's manifesting...

Receiving recognition or having a viral moment. I channeled "overnight success/sensation". You or something is finally receiving its flowers after a long time of going unnoticed.

Wanting or getting a piercing.

Adopting a new pet.

Reconnecting with your inner child by following your passions and childhood dreams. Enjoying activities that you enjoyed in your childhood.

Volunteering. You could be working with children.

If you are experiencing family issues, there will be some type of resolution or mediation. "Waiving the white flag" is what I heard. For others, you could spend more time with your grandparents, especially since they are getting older.

Experiencing shifts in your friendship circle. The snakes in the grass are revealing themselves. Using your intuition to help guide you on who needs to be removed. " Not everyone can come along with you on this next phase of your journey". Don't worry though because you are meeting new people that are in alignment with you and your path.

People from your past will be resurfacing. This could be old friends or an old love interest. However, I strongly sense that this is the energy of an old love interest. This person could be Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn, or Cancer. This person is missing you real bad. They constantly replay the last encounter with you in their head like a broken record. They cannot get off their mind, no matter how much they've tried to, everything reminds them of you, especially if this a no-contact situation. I am intuitively hearing, "Missing You" by John Waite. This person looks at your photos a lot at night. They definitely relieve themselves to your photos and have flashbacks of the "intimate" moments that you two shared together. I received the "twin flame" card twice in the reading, so this is confirmation if were looking for a sign. This person wants to communicate with you and tell you how they truly feel about you. Apply if it resonates, but they are tired of running away from this connection and are realizing that they still love you or have fallen in love with you, and are hoping that you will grant them a second chance when the time is right. For some, they may even ask you out on a date. Further confirmations: Hispanic / Latino / Latina, curly or wavy textured hair, hazel eyes, and piercings.

Receiving calls or messages from unknown numbers.

If you are doubting if you are on the right path, 222 is confirmation that you are on the right path and that you are right where you are supposed to be.

Maturing. You are growing out of certain things that no longer resonate with you. Some of you may have experienced or are currently experiencing a spiritual awakening. Everything is shifting for your highest purpose, so don't panic or resist! You are no longer interested in repeating the same cycles.

The months of March, June, July, August, and October are of significance relating to your manifestations.

Good news about an interview or a deal. This can apply if you have aspirations of becoming a singer or pursuing a career in the creative field.

A new car. For some, this could be your first car, and for others, you could be passing your driver's test, getting your driver's license or your driving skills improving.

Going out on more dates. This could either be solo dates or allowing yourself to be wined and dined by others.

A mentor.

Enrolling in school to further your education or to earn a certification/license. If you are currently enrolled in school, your grades will improve and you will pass your courses. For others, yes, you will graduate, just stay focused and continue to study and work hard. This applies if you are studying for exams or a standardized test as well, you will get the results that you are seeking. An acceptance letter.

You will be more confident in sharing your talent with the world. You are beginning to believe in yourself and you are ready to share your talents with the world. You were meant to stand out and inspire others, you have so many people that look up or will look up to you as inspiration. "Allow me to reintroduce myself" is what I heard.

The ability to speak your manifestations into existence is becoming more powerful and potent. Remember that there is power in the tongue, so make sure, you are using it wisely. I also channeled that some of you are listening to subliminals to help you attract and manifest your "dream life", and receive your desired results.

keywords: What About Your Friends by TLC, having flashbacks, Can't Get Over You by Maze ft Frankie Beverly, true colors, "I want that old thing back", butterfly cycle, follow your dreams, "You complete me" (Jerry Maguire), close mouth don't get feed, Express Yourself by Charles Wright, Sparkle (movie), No Frauds by Nicki Minaj ft Drake & Lil Wayne, look how far you come (looking through old photos), Break My Soul by Beyonce, facing and overcoming your fears, Same Ol' Mistakes by Rihanna, the world is your oyster, Empire State of Mind by Jay-Z ft Alicia Keys, Lakshmi, it was all a dream, God's Plan by Drake, focus on the vision, Dedication by Nipsey Hussle, power of the mind, Glamorous by Fergie ft Ludacris, out with old, in with the new, 7 rings by Ariana Grande, the people's princess, New Level by A$AP Ferg, investing in yourself, honor roll, valedictorian, Roar by Katy Perry, runner & chaser dynamic, Live Your Life by T.I. ft Rihanna, trash taking itself out, Make Me Proud by Drake ft Nicki Minaj, "with great power comes with great responsibility", listening to subliminals, Motivation (Cardi B clip), "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade", Complicated by Nivea

affirmations to affirm

"I am proud of all my accomplishments"

"I am high frequency"

"I am standing in my power"

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chapter eight. | WHERE DO YOU SLEEP? — YU JIMIN.

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 — y/n, a rising music producer, has built her dream career while keeping her personal life under wraps. karina, aespa’s leader, is preparing for a huge comeback with a mini album produced and written by the one and only y/n.

karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.

something about their connection feels different—like maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — angst, mentions of drinking (bro kinda has drinking problems), cringey if ur not locked in frfr, and let me know if there's more.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 — 3.2k

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲— another filler chap...imsorry. i also recommend reading the extra content for this chap!

taglist (open) — @sunshinez4 @gtfoiydlyj @yuyuy90 @liaponderstings @rinapomu @bimkayd @minaripenguu

series masterlist. main masterlist. prev. next. extra content.

"have you eaten?"

"have you been sleeping well?"

"are you keeping hydrated?"

"have you had your vitamins?"

"is the food okay?"

"do you need anything?"

you look up from your lunch, raising an eyebrow. your mom's been fussing over you since the moment you stepped into the house, and she hasn't stopped since. you've only been here for an hour, but it feels like she's on a mission to make sure you're taking care of yourself. you hadn't been home in a while—too wrapped up in recording the album and writing, so when the opportunity arose, you jumped on it.

you missed your family, but your mom's been driving you crazy with her questions.

"mom, i'm fine. you don't have to worry," you reassure her. "i'm taking care of myself."

she doesn't look convinced. "are you sure?"

your dad snorts, earning a glare from her. he raises his hands in defense.

"what?" he asks, chuckling.

"don't you have a garden to tend to?" she huffs before turning her attention back to you.

he rolls his eyes, clearly used to her relentless questioning. before he can escape the conversation, your mom narrows her eyes at him. "that's right. speaking of the garden—"

your dad cuts her off with a grin, leaning back in his chair as if he's ready for whatever's about to come. "your daughter has a girlfriend!"

your eyes widen in surprise, and your mom freezes, her face turning slightly red. you glance between them, wondering how the hell your dad knows, especially since you haven't told them anything. you're caught between feeling embarrassed and laughing at your dad's teasing.

"wait," you start, "how did—"

"grandma may have mentioned it," your dad explains, giving you a wink.

"traitor," you mutter under your breath, earning a chuckle from him.

"excuse me?" she asks, blinking as if she didn't hear him correctly.

"you're excused," he says, shooting her a teasing smile.

your mom rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed, but she turns her attention back to you. "you've been hiding a girlfriend from me?"

"not intentionally," you protest. "i was going to tell you."

"well, i want to meet her," she insists.

you feel your cheeks heat up at the mention of karina. you hadn't exactly planned on bringing up your relationship with her just yet, let alone telling your mom—who's always been a little extra when it comes to knowing about your love life. but here you are, caught between your dad's teasing and your mom's hopeful gaze.

"i mean…" you glance down at your food, trying to find the right words. "we've just been… spending time together."

your mom raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying your attempt to downplay it. "spending time together? that doesn't sound like a casual thing to me."

"i'm just not sure we're there just yet," you explain, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. "we're still figuring things out, you know?"

your dad smiles, giving you a reassuring nod. "that's good. it's been a while since i've seen you like this."

you bite your lip, your mind racing with a million different things you want to say. but instead, you just take a deep breath, forcing yourself to relax. you know your parents aren't trying to embarrass you, and they are happy for you. and honestly, hearing your dad's words makes you feel better, calmer, knowing that they're here, supporting you.

"i think we've had enough of the interrogation, don't you?" your dad finally says, earning a small chuckle from you.

your mom huffs, but there's no malice in her tone. "fine, fine. but you better introduce me to her soon," she says, pointing a finger at you.

"i will," you assure her. "i promise."

that being whenever you get a hold of jimin yourself. after the two amazing nights the two of you shared, it's been difficult for the two of you to get ahold of each other, let alone spend some time together. the group is busy preparing for their comeback, and it's all hands on deck, meaning the members don't have much time for anything else.

it's been an entire week without the fleeting messages she'd send you and the few seconds on facetime. a week… your heart aches every single day. and even though you know it's a lot for her, a lot for the group, there's a part of you that can't help but wonder if you're a priority for her. it's not the first time the two of you have gone days, even weeks, without seeing each other, and the thought that maybe, just maybe, this is normal, settles in your stomach like a stone.

"so," your dad starts, breaking you out of your thoughts. "someone's birthdays coming up!"

"oh god," you groan, already knowing where this is going.

"what are your plans?" he asks, his eyes twinkling.

you give him a shrug. "i don't know. probably go see grandma. i have to be in milan around that time, but afterwards i'll be going to korea."

"that's it? that's your plan?" he asks, clearly disappointed. you can sense the disappointment in his voice, knowing that he was hoping for a more exciting answer. "well, i might plan something with friends when i get back," you offer, trying to appease him. "i just haven't had the time to think about it yet."

"but what about a party? you're turning 23! you need to celebrate."

"a party?"

he nods, and you shake your head, knowing full well he won't let it go until he gets his way. he's always been a sucker for parties, and he loves throwing them even more. he's a social butterfly, and he has a knack for planning events. if you ever do end up having a party, you know he'll be all over it.

your mom raises an eyebrow at your dad's enthusiasm, crossing her arms as she interjects, "let her decide, will you? not everyone wants a big party."

"but it's a milestone!" your dad argues, leaning forward with an excited grin. "she's 23—it's worth celebrating. besides, it doesn't have to be a huge thing, just close family and friends."

you were pretty content on having a very low-key birthday. just you, your grandma, and her amazing cooking. you've never been one for the attention, especially since most of the time, it comes at the expense of privacy. and you don't know when you'd be in america again to celebrate, so you'd rather not make a fuss about it.

"maybe," you concede, taking a bite of your food. "but i'll probably be too busy with work, anyway."

your mom frowns, shaking her head. "you can't let work control your life, y/n. it's your birthday."

"i know," you sigh. "but it's not like i can just ignore everything and pretend it doesn't exist."

she gives you a sympathetic smile. "well, at least think about it," she says, patting your hand. "we want you to be happy, honey."

"thanks, mom," you say, returning the smile.

the rest of the afternoon is spent with your mom catching you up on all the local news and gossip. she talks about how she ran into her old friend, who happens to be the new mayor, at the grocery store, and the two of them ended up chatting for nearly half an hour. you listen, half-interested, and make mental notes of which people to avoid.

as the day wears on, you find yourself relaxing. you've missed this: the quietness, the comfort, the familiarity. your home has always been a place where you feel safe, and now, even more so.

eventually, the sun begins to set, and your dad suggests watching a movie together, which turns into a debate between him and your mom about what movie to watch. your mom wants to watch a romantic comedy, but your dad wants to watch an action film. in the end, you settle on watching an animated movie, which you're glad for because the two of them start bickering over the choice, and you don't want to deal with that tonight.

after the movie ends, your parents retreat to their room, your dad grumbling good-naturedly about losing the remote war, and your mom teasing him about being a sore loser. you watch them go, a small smile tugging at your lips. their banter never changes, and it's something that always makes you smile, no matter how many times you've heard it.

the house falls quiet, but your thoughts don't. sitting alone in the living room, you scroll aimlessly through your phone. the silence around you feels suffocating, a sharp contrast to the noise inside your head. you tap on karina's contact, staring at her name. the urge to text her is strong, but you stop yourself, unsure of what you'd even say.

instead, you decide to head to the studio. it's late, but working on music has always been your way of processing everything, and you need it more than ever. grabbing your keys and notebook, you slip out of the house as quietly as possible, leaving a note for your parents just in case they wake up.

the drive to the studio is short, the streets almost deserted at this hour. there's a peacefulness about the city, a quiet that's only interrupted by the occasional car driving past, its lights cutting through the darkness. it doesn't take long to get settled in. you settle into the chair, setting up your laptop and plugging in your headphones. the glow of the screen bathes the small space as you dive into a project you've been meaning to finish. hours slip by unnoticed as you tweak melodies, adjust vocals, and layer harmonies.

the clock on your laptop reads 1:34 a.m., and your body feels heavy with exhaustion. you sigh, shutting your laptop with more force than intended before grabbing the bottle of liquor you'd stashed in the corner.

a few swigs later, the last of the burning liquid is gone, and your head is swimming. you lean back, letting the chair support your weight,as your fingers hover over your phone, hesitating. eventually, you force yourself to stand, grabbing your things and stumbling slightly as the room tilts for a moment. you know you need to go home.

the drive home is quiet, the streets even emptier than before. you roll down the window, letting the cold night air hit your face in an attempt to sober up. when you finally pull into the driveway, the house is dark, save for the porch light your mom always leaves on for you.

you make your way inside, careful not to make too much noise. setting your bag down by the door, you head to the kitchen for a glass of water. your mouth is dry, and your head is starting to hurt. you down the glass quickly, the cold liquid soothing the scratchiness in your throat.

"y/n?"

you turn, startled by the sudden voice. your mom is standing in the hallway, looking tired and disheveled.

"hey, mom," you say sheepishly, setting the glass down.

she frowns, taking in the sight of you. "why are you up so late?"

"i couldn't sleep," you explain. "so i went to the studio."

she doesn't seem convinced. "you haven't been sleeping well lately, have you?"

you shrug. "i'm fine, mom."

she shakes her head, crossing her arms. "you don't have to pretend. i can tell something's bothering you."

"it's nothing," you insist.

she gives you a pointed look, her brows furrowing. "y/n, you can talk to me, okay? whatever's going on, i'm here."

you glance down at your hands, tracing the edge of the counter with your fingers, avoiding her gaze.

"i know," you say quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat. "i just… i don't even know how to talk about it."

she steps closer, her voice gentle. "start with what's been keeping you up at night."

you sigh, running a hand through your hair. "it's jimin. things have been… complicated."

her face softens, and she pulls out a chair at the kitchen table, gesturing for you to sit. you follow her lead, sinking into the seat as she sits across from you, her eyes full of patience.

"i know she's busy. i know what i signed up for when we started this, but…" you pause, the words catching in your throat. "i feel like i'm barely a part of her life right now. it's like i'm waiting around for scraps of her time, and i hate feeling this way."

your mom nods slowly, letting you continue without interruption.

"i keep telling myself it's just temporary, that things will get better after her comeback," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "but what if it doesn't? what if this is just how it is? what if i'm asking for too much?"

"sweetheart," she starts, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "loving someone doesn't mean you have to shrink yourself or your needs. it's okay to want more. relationships are about balance—about giving and receiving in equal measure. if you're feeling like this, it means something's off. you can't just ignore it. you have to talk to her. communication is key."

you bite your lip, trying to keep the tears at bay. "i know. it's just… hard."

"i know it is," she says, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "but it's worth fighting for."

"yeah," you murmur, a wave of exhaustion washing over you.

"get some rest, honey," she says, standing up and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

jimin doesn't know how things got so complicated between the two of you. she tries to piece it together in the quiet moments between rehearsals and meetings, but everything feels like a blur. at first, it was just two days—two days where she'd been too swamped with her comeback preparations to even check her phone properly. every hour seemed to bring another schedule: choreography practice, vocal sessions, press interviews, and endless meetings about promotions. she'd told herself she'd call you later, but by the time she got back to her dorm each night, it was so late she was too tired to even think straight.

those two days stretched into a week, then two. each passing day made it harder for her to reach out, guilt twisting her stomach in knots. she'd open your message thread, staring at your last texts. your words had started cheerfully—encouraging her, asking how her day was, telling her you missed her. but as the days passed without a response, your texts grew shorter, more strained, and the distance between the two of you felt impossible to overcome.

jimin didn't mean to ignore you. she never wanted to make you feel forgotten, but there was so much on her plate. her members had been working tirelessly, and the stress had been taking a toll on all of them. she'd barely slept, her mind always racing with everything that needed to be done.

she thought about calling you late at night, but something always stopped her—the fear of waking you up, or worse, the fear of hearing frustration in your voice.

how did it come to this?

you'd always been her safe haven, the person she turned to when the world was falling apart. but now, she couldn't bring herself to reach out, scared that her absence would only make things worse.

and as the weeks dragged on, she tried to bury her guilt under her hectic schedule. but every time she caught sight of her phone, a sharp pang would shoot through her heart, and she'd find herself thinking about you. she missed you more than she could express, but she didn't know how to fix things.

jimin scrolls through her packed schedule for the next month, her eyes landing on the tour dates highlighted in bold. it's supposed to be an exciting time—her first time performing the song you two made together on stage.

but instead, she feels a bit uneasy. that song was yours as much as it was hers, and it was only fitting that you'd be there to share the moment with her. it's the perfect excuse—the perfect reason to text you, to reach out after the silence she's let grow between you.

before she can talk herself out of it, she sends you a message, her fingers shaking as she types.

"hey, i've got tour dates coming up, and i'll be performing our song. :) i'd really love for you to be there. can we talk?"

she presses send, her heart pounding as she waits for a response. a minute passes, then two. nothing. she stares at her phone, willing a reply from you.

the read receipt comes, and her stomach twists.

and her phone begins to vibrate.

jimin lets out a sigh of relief as she sees your name pop up on the screen. she accepts the call, bringing the phone to her ear.

"hey."

there's a beat of silence, and the tension between the two of you is almost palpable.

"so, um," she starts, her voice soft. "i wanted to talk about the tour."

"okay."

"i was wondering if you'd be able to make it."

another beat of silence.

"i'm not sure," you say, your voice laced with uncertainty.

"oh."

"things are busy," you explain. "i have the vmas and…"

"right."

the word comes out flat, and she can't hide the disappointment in her tone. she hears you take a deep breath, and she imagines you sitting on the other end, struggling with how to respond.

"i'll try my best," you offer, but it doesn't ease the weight in her chest.

"okay."

silence.

"is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

"no, i guess not," she says, feeling dejected.

you're silent again.

"are we okay?" she asks hesitantly.

you let out a small sigh. "we're okay."

"are you sure?"

"yes."

she bites her lip, not believing you. she feels like she's walking on eggshells, and it scares her. the two of you have never had problems talking to each other, and now, she's not even sure what to say.

"do you miss me?"

it's a selfish question, but she needs to know.

"of course," you say, your voice wavering. "but sometimes, it feels like you're not here at all."

she feels her throat tighten. she knows she deserves that, but hearing it still hurts.

"jimin."

"yes?"

"do you remember what yesterday was?"

"yesterday?"

jimin frowns, the question catching her off guard. she tries to think back, but everything from the past few days has blurred into one hectic rush.

"uh… no, not really. why?"

you don't answer. instead, she can hear you let out a shaky breath.

"y/n, what's wrong?"

"nevermind."

"y/n—"

"just forget it," you say, your voice thick with emotion.

"please talk to me."

"it was my birthday, jimin."

her breath hitches, and her heart drops. she feels her throat tighten as realization hits her like a ton of bricks. the panic starts to claw at her chest.

"i… i—"

you don't let her finish, your voice quiet but tinged with the disappointment she knows she deserves.

"you missed it."

jimin's chest tightens even more. she feels the sting of guilt deep within her. how could she forget? how could she have been so consumed by everything else that she missed something so important to you?

"i'm so sorry," she says, her voice cracking. "i didn't… i didn't mean to. i swear."

you let out a slow exhale, and for a moment, the silence feels like it stretches on forever.

"i get it, jimin," you say, your voice softer now, though there's still an edge of hurt in it. "you're busy, and i'm not going to pretend i understand what you're going through. but i can't help but wonder—am i not important enough to be a part of your life? am i just a distraction, a side thing to you? because if i am, please, just tell me now."

"y/n, no, i—"

"i don't know, maybe i'm being unreasonable, or maybe it's my fault, but it feels like i'm the only one trying here. and i know i can't expect you to give me everything. i'm not asking for that. but i feel like the more i give, the less i get in return."

"i'm sorry," she chokes out, her chest tightening as the words sink in.

"i'm sorry too," you say, and there's a finality to it. "i need to go."

"y/n, please," she begs, her voice trembling. "don't go. please."

"i'll talk to you later, okay?"

"y/n."

"goodbye, jimin."

the line goes dead.

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starconstruction · 10 hours ago

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I really love your 🌙 smut, as a f-reader, I like how you consider f-reader as well in the kinks post, even it’s for m-reader I still like it so much , I want to see more about cosplay kink of jinsoul hehe~ I do think her fav one is student and teacher (because she love school uniform a lot🥰)

Classroom Cosplay

Allow me to give you some more Jinsoul cosplaying, i was going to do both readers for these thoughts but i didnt have the motivation.

I'll keep writing female readers for non fic asks, because it doesn't require it to be wrote twice. If im suggested any really good f!reader fics i might do them but they seem to be less popular so idk.

Smut Tags: Classroom, uniform kink, clothed sex, table sex, blowjob, creampie, rough, cosplay.

wc:1111, not proof read.

The faux classroom wasn't majorly convincing, but it would do. You had rearranged the guest room, scrapping the bed in place of tables. Buying a cheap whiteboard which had hastily drawn equations on it, the walls painted a soft beige. The walls had several pieces of paper on it, class work that Jinsoul had written in her last year of college.

You were sat at your desk, the "lesson" just concluded. The phantom students walked out the door, Jinsoul was about to join them. But you couldn't let that slide. "Jinsoul. Come here." You spoke firmly, gesturing at the desk in front of you. Jinsoul complied, sitting on the wooden surface.

She was wearing her last year college uniform, a black skirt that had well and truly rode up her legs. Giving you a view of her lace panties, her white shirt was mostly obscured under the accessories. A black tie laid on her chest surrounded by a grey and maroon cuffed blazer. Her hair was in a neat ponytail, she always looked beautiful but she was in her element here.

"What do you want professor?" Her voice turned the sweetness up to 100. Like she was innocent and not a class disrupting bitch. "You keep disrespecting me, distracting others and disrupting the class." You barked, "What do you have to say for yourself!" You felt strong in this moment.

Jinsoul paused, pretending to give a fuck. Tapping her fingers into the desk, "Oh nooooo.. I'm so sorrryyy." Your chest tightened as you got up from your desk, you towered over her body trying not to fly into a fit of rage. "You are a disrespectful pest." You breathed, Jinsoul smiled in your face. "If I've been such a bad girl, why don't you punish me?" She said, a gaze of defiance over her face. "Fine, I'll give you another essay to do."

Her smile disappeared, "No professor.. Not like that." Jinsoul grabbed your hand, pressing your long fingers against her panties. Now slightly wet as she fell into character. "Like this, if I'm such a bad girl make me regret it." She gasped.

"Oh really now?" You said, rubbing her clothed cunt. Her body reacted to your touch, gasping as her legs started to close in pleasure. "Yes professor..." That wasnt going to do, she had to learn. "Call me sir." You demanded, pulling her tie against her neck. Her lips met yours with the taste of flavourless sugar. Jinsoul's hand wondered against your slacks. Fingers brushing against your clothed hardness, they started to rub as Jinsoul kissed harder into your mouth.

You two pulled away from each other's lips, a string of shared saliva connecting you two. Jinsoul's pink tongue sliced it up as she looked at you expectantly, "Sir, are you going to punish me or what?" She smirked, baiting a reaction out of you like she was dangling fish food. "You fucking slut." You growled.

In an instant hands found her legs, roughly shoving her into the floor as she fell on her knees on the ground next to you. A yelp of surprise came from her sensational mouth, now inches from your clothed dick. "You want a punishment so bad?" You asked, Jinsoul nodded eagerly. "Then you'll fucking get one." You unzipped your pants, boxers falling suit with your cock firmly pressing against her mouth.

"You will take everything I give you." Before Jinsoul could react you forced yourself into her mouth, eyes widening as your length was firmly inside. She was warm and inviting, saliva coating your cock as her tongue was dragging against the bottom of your shaft. Every bump brought a whirlwind of pleasure, Jinsoul's cheeks tightened as they hollowed out.

"Such a great throat for a good slut.." You moaned, but if she wanted a punishment she was going to have it. You monuvered her body, pushing her against the throat of your desk. Still planted deep inside her mouth, the new angle gave you deeper access into her college mouth pussy. Slamming into the students throat "God, your slutty throat takes me so well.." You groaned, her eyes pooled with tears as your cock hit the back of her mouth. Sliding down her throat as you pulled back and forth, "You want my cum in your stomach?" She tried to nod, struggling against the frequent assault. "Too bad, you don't deserve it in anywhere but that cunt of yours." You moaned, her hands trapped against her side as you used her.

You grew bored of her greedy throat, pulling out the slick cavern. Saliva dripped against the floor as your cock was now dirty in her spit. Jinsoul started to catch her breath, heaving as she coughed up more saliva onto the carpet. Your hand grabbed her collar, picking her up as she looked at you with a pitch black lust. "Sir.. I'm so wet, please.." Her voice was whiny, hand tugging at your shirt. "Fuck me." You had to comply, cleaning off the desk as the equipment rained down onto the floor.

Jinsoul fell against the desk, body hitting the surface as she laid there. "I'm going to keep this uniform on you slut." The way she looked in her uniform was irresistible, moving the soiled fabric between her legs to the right, cock rubbing against the eager folds. Soft and supple as it coated your tip, you lined up with her hole. "I'm going to penetrate this cunt, make you regret ever disrupting my class." You pressed in. A shared moan erupting in the classroom as you entered her tightness.

You and Jinsoul had sex several times before, she was always tight but this was different. Clenching against your cock, suffocating it as you were drowned in her juices. This angle made it hard to thrust into her, an uphill battle that was rewarded with hitting her g-spot. "Yes s-sir! Ram that cock into me!" She begged, locking eyes with you as you entered and left her gripping walls. Balls slamming against the desk as you thrusted into her wanton body.

"Jinsoul!" You accidentally called her name, hand reaching towards her mouth. "Open up." Her mouth complied, finger weaseling in as her tongue licked it. Sucking on your digit as you slammed into her crotch, cunt reddening as every slap of your body drove her wild.

Her earlier head made you sensitive under the cunt of your student. "I'm gonna cum!! Fuck!" You blew into her body, spurts of semen shot up into womb as you pulled out, dripping onto the classroom ground.

"Thank you Y/N, you are an excellent actor." She said, kissing you passionately.

#smut #male reader #imagines #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #girl group smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #loona smut #jinsoul smut #artms smut

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asofspades · 2 days ago

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Okay, this is the first part of the shared item analysis for the LU boys, in going to be bringing research that includes not only the existence of the same item either by direct name or function on different games, but also I bring insights into where they're found or how they're obtained when I think it's relevant.

Starting off with the boomerangs, now, Legend (Alttp, OoS), Hyrule (LOZ1) and Four (MC) all have magic boomerangs, they're literally named "Magic Boomerang", while their designs don't look too similar to one another I think we can still consider them to either be Four's magic boomerang changing over time or just the Tingles continued making magic boomerang across the ages (that's how you obtain it in MC).

However, I've noticed (acting like I haven't been in the known since I first played Wind Waker at 15) that Wind's boomerang is quite literally the same as Four's, which makes me think that it might actually be Four's magic boomerang that got to Wind. Here's Four's magic boomerang (MC) and Wind's boomerang (WW):

If you know me you know I think Wind inherited a lot of stuff from Four that he doesn't know about and that he just assumed it was from the Hero of Time because they're called stuff like "Hero's bow" "Hero's Shield" and they only know about time due to how impactful he was for their timeline, yet Four was in fact a hero too, and he comes way before Time so I guess his stories were lost with old Hyrule but some of his items stayed.

Now that we've cracked this conection between Four and Wind, let me make it even clearer with some more examples of items and a little extra fact:

The mirror shield from MC is the exact same you get in Wind Waker, in fact, Hyrule Encyclopedia uses the sprite from Wind Waker for both of them when they want to avoid using the pixelated sprite from Minish Cap, which means Wind currently has in possession Four's mirror shield. Here's both shields in game:

Another thing they share is the small shield, at the begining of the adventure in Minish Cap, Zelda wins Link a small shield, now, in Wind Waker grandma gives Link a shield they keep in their House that belonged to "a hero" (Hero's shield), we all assumed it was the Hero of Time, but actually it has the same design as Four's small shield. Now, I think Wind is actually using the lobster detail shield from Phantom Hourglass in Linked Universe, which is very similar to the small shield, however we can't deny that Wind has inherited a fair share of stuff from four and we're not fully done here yet. Here are the small shield and hero shield from left to right:

Now, another interesting connection I've found between Wind and Four is the bows, in MC you start with a regular bow and upgrade to a Light Bow that shoots light arrows, and if we follow the design it's the same one used in Four swords Adventure by Four but it's also the same as the Hero's bow Wind uses in Wind Waker, which means that he got Four's bow as well and not only that, but the fact that is was a light bow might have helped Wind channel his light energy into it to use it as a light bow as well as a regular bow. Here are the bows for MC and WW:

Now I'm bringing you another item of Four that wind inherited, his Smith's Sword, when you start out the adventure in MC, link's grandpa gives him the sword he made for he winner of the sword tournament, and obviously as the story progresses you switch it for the white sword that ends up becoming the Four Sword. However, it's not out of character to think that Four would've kept that sword like a treasure, it accompanied him at the very beginning of his first adventure and it was made by his grandpa. And now to get to the point, in Wind Waker you're also given a sword by Orca when you start out your adventure, along with he Hero's shield, which is called the Hero's Sword. They're remarkably similar, enough for me to think they're the same and they were kept, wether it is familial bonds that tie Four and Wind or just a family deciding to pay respect and keep the weapons of a previous hero, I like both options. Here's the swords for a side by side comparison:

From left to right: Smith's Sword (MC) Hero's Sword (WW)

And last but not least, this is just a little thing I've noticed but the second link with the most relation to the wind element, using the Ocarina of Wind and having a sword made out of the element of wind among others and a part if him that is the closest to a personalisation of said element, is Four. I just find it cool that they share that connection and frankly offensive that no one else has made it before and there's no fics about it that I know of🥲.

#lu four #lu wind #lu legend #lu hyrule #wind waker #phantom hourglass #minish cap #four swords #four swords adventures #linked universe

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mandy-asimp · 3 days ago

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When She Calls

Lilia Calderu x Life!reader (she/her)

Warnings: language, deaths, sprinkles of angst, fluff, smut (but that's for waaay down the build up), whole lotta friendship, I'm like 87% sure that's it

Summary: when Life is asked to make a promise, she doesn't seem to be able to say no. But that promise was going to be served out so much longer than what she could see.

Chapter 1

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chapter 2

Lilia was lost in her own thoughts. The regret of just leaving her cat like that, her familiar, it was gnawing at her. Thoughts of what could go wrong clashing with what will go wrong. Even as she stood behind the coven and stared out to the house in the sand. Her ears tuning out whatever Agatha was saying as a faint meow emitted from behind her.

Her head whipped around, swearing she would see her fuzzy friend right near her feet. Calming all her nerves of something actually has happened. “Lilia? Are you coming?” Alice softly spoke, her eyes looking back into the Road trying to figure out what the other was seeing.

She didn't answer right away, “Yeah…yes.”

Life, as a white cat once more, waited in the tree right above the exit. Watching as each one slid down the ground and onto the other. All crowding over the lost member. Her heart felt heavy to see the woman’s soul stand and stare down at herself. She was shouting for them to see her, but deep down she knew that it was no use. Even as her sad blue eyes glanced up to the trees, she could feel a warmth consuming her transparent self. There she saw the white subtle glow and her brows furrowed.

“Is this it?” Her voice was weak as she spoke to the cat. Only to watch as she bowed her head in apologies. “What happens now?” But the cat didn’t answer. Instead they both watched as the ‘coven’ started preparing a burial for the lost member.

There was nothing more to be done on Life’s part. All she could do was wait for the inevitable to occur. The moment that Death would appear to make her claim, and she knew the counterpart would stick around. To attempt her hand with her former lover just once more now that she couldn't go far. Life knew that she’d be pulled right along to appear. Tied right back together. Yet, all she could hope was to stay in cat form just a little longer. To hide herself just for a few more moments.

Then suddenly, from the branches she resided on, she was falling through the air. Seeing above the entire Road and its mysterious glory, down to the dirt road that was soon to be under her paws. Her paws, she was still in cat form thankfully. As she kept falling, she could hear the screams from the coven begin to fade in. “How did you get here?!” Agatha’s yell echoed into the sky.

“I was in the neighborhood!” Rio had this twisted grin as she crept forward. Skipping in her step to hand over a leaf from her hand. “M’ lady!”

Except all attention from her dropped when the cat did as well. She made a perfect landing and just sat while looking amongst the witches. “Dolcezza?” Lilia whispered, watching the cat yawn and flash her sharpest teeth.

“Lilia, your cat followed you to the Road?” The young boy furrowed his brows, making a clicking noise as he crouched.

Rio smirked though, she knew exactly who that cat was. She walked over and picked up the ball of white and held her at arm's length, her dirt covered hands ruining her perfect coat.. “This is where you’ve been hiding? As a cat? A familiar?” Her smirk was mocking. Her espresso iris shimmered with anticipation to tell the truth. “You do know who your cat really is right?”

“Meow!” She protested with a bite to her hand. Being dropped instantly to the ground and hopping back to Lilia’s side. Brushing herself all against her legs, glaring at the green witch in warning.

Agatha instantly knew her theory was correct. Life and Death were connected hand in hand. Of course Rio would be able to tell off the bat. That was her lighter half. The brunette, glancing between the both, gave another frustrated groan before storming off. Teen followed right behind and called after her. Leaving the other four to awkwardly stare at Rio.

“Sup..I’m Rio!” She took in the setting she had now found herself in. “So what, we're just supposed to walk this thing?” Her eyes were looking towards the way Agatha and the boy had gone. Her answer was a collection of confirmations before she went whistling down the way.

“What a scary bitch.” Lilia hummed her opinion. Eyes falling to the cat at her feet. “How did you get here?” She scooped Life up and cradled her into her arms, noting the way the paws had wrapped around her arm almost in a relieved way. Lilia knew that leaving her familiar wasn’t the right choice, that she needed her for this just as much as anything else. And it was like the feeling was reciprocated from the feline.

Alice came closer, putting out a hand to pet the soft fur. “What did Rio mean by who this is?” She held a soft tone while awing over the precious creature. The oldest only shrugged and wondered the same thing.

“Meow..” Life pushed her head further into Alice’s hand and purred slightly.

They stood at the next trial's door and the weight of it all was settling on Alice. Especially as she stared at the wooden cabin with the moon on the door representing the fire stage. “Nope. Not doing it.” She quickly turned to go the other way. Everyone was stunned at the reaction just before chasing after the protection witch.

“Alice!” Agatha led closest behind her. Her hands clasped together the entire time. “What's the plan Alice?”

Her red tips shook with her head, “I dunno, but it's anything but that.” She kept moving backwards. It was all too close for her to face. Her biggest nightmare was not something she was ready for. Not after seeing how close Jen’s had put them to death.

“Yes, it's horrible, I agree..” her eyes caught a glimpse of the new cabin. “But I think the road disagrees.” She drew the focus right to the trial and shrugged. Hands up as she only saw one way, which was through the cabin.

Rio, eager to know, pointed to the cat. “What about her?” It was teasing. “Are we really bringing the cat into this? What if something is revealed?”

“What are you trying to imply?” Lilia bit back, holding her familiar tighter just slightly and eyes narrowing greatly. “I’m not leaving her out for the Road to get her. What type of witch would I be leaving my familiar?”

Rio chuckled, finger raising and pointing right at Life. Seeing her exactly for who she was. “That is no familiar, but let’s see if The Road accepts this cat form.”

The old witch stood with Alice in silence, her brows furrowing. Letting her enter before setting the cat down and questioning her for a moment. “She’s just a cat, right?” Alice raised as she tilted her head.

Life gazed heavily onto Lilia, losing herself into her brown eyes and meowing a few times over. “I have no idea.” The words came tumbling out from the woman. “She looks like a cat. Sounds like a cat.”

“No reason not to believe she's not a cat.” Jen finished as she passed into the trial. Taking a deep breath before entering. The two shared one last look before agreeing silently to go in together. Life trailing a few steps behind, her only thought was to stay a cat.

But, life wasn't fair for Life herself even. The Road finally counted her into the reality of it and her powers were rendered useless. Meaning she stood at the doorway with her eyes closed as she already knew. She already knew she was exposed for who she was.

Life stood furthest away in a simple getup. The white boho pants hung low and gracefully fell down her legs. Covering the white boots that added to her height just slightly. The top matched, only it was tied between her breast and revealing her iridescent skin that shimmered in every light and step. The bell sleeves were the most dramatic as they hung at her sides. The blonde curls had been swapped out for long blonde waves that cascaded down her back.

“Welcome to the party!” Rio had her gaze locked to the other by the door. Her cocky smirk of being right was taunting. “It’s nice to see you eye-to-eye.”

The blonde could only stand perfectly in place. Inspecting each reaction to her true self and trying to figure out where to go from here. “It’s not to see you.” She spoke with quiet venom. The gray eyes were sharp and full of emotions as she still had yet to move.

“Oh! Kitten! Don't act so cold to see us, you came here all on your own. I saw you sneak in while we were opening the door. You knew what you were getting into!” Agatha came from checking herself out, eyes now glued to the counterpart from a distance. “I knew those eyes were too purposeful for a cat.”

The other four were mildly confused. “I’m sorry, can someone explain who she is or are we going to stay uninformed?” Jen had waved her hand in the air, speaking on everyone's behalf. “First we get Rio’s crazy ass and now Lilia’s cat..isn’t a cat? Along with Agatha knowing both of them? Does nobody else see how she could easily be a part of the deeper intentions?”

“I can assure you, on everything that makes me up, I am not with her.” A sharp white acrylic was pointed at the purple witch. “I would rather be stripped of everything before I worked alongside her.”

“That’s so harsh, kitty. You know I have no deeper meaning but to get my power back. And besides, you’re too much of a goody-two-shoes for my line.” Agatha scoffed. Her icy blue eyes bored over. Her mind worked to figure out how much of a loop hole she was now granted with. She was going to make it off this road with or without anyone, and Life herself was going to help. This might work out better than she anticipated.

Rio was the first to step closer to her though, knowing she was the only one who would stand any real chance against Life. “So..care to explain?” She beamed sinisterly as she stepped over. Giving the perfect view to the ‘coven’ that awaited answers.

“You know you’re a part of that explanation right?” Life raised a challenging look to Rio first, and when there was no reaction…her gray gaze snapped to Agatha.

“No. Let's keep moving on. I don't want to be here forever, no wonder how good I look here.” The brunette shook her free waves and set her path to the sound booth. Her lover, if that's what you could call their strangled relationship, Rio went right after her.

Life still stood by the door, accepting the questioning stares before everyone went off to search for a clue. It felt cold, Lilia’s stare. For the first time she was staring at the eyes that she used to know as a cat. It was a swarm of hurt, confusion, and most of all..unfamiliarity. Life was a stranger to Lilia all over again, yet this time there was no harmony of meows to be her answers. No, this time she would have to speak if she wanted to continue her promise.

Chapter 3.

#marvel #agatha all along #lilia calderu #lilia calderu x reader #reader insert #agatha harkness #billy maximoff #alice wu gulliver #rio vidal #jennifer kale #fanfic

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Appendix: Grief or Guilt? Engaging with Lorrie Kim's Reading

@snapecentric first pointed out the similarities between my meta above and Lorrie Kim's reading of the same scene in her masterwork Snape (A Definitive Reading). Kim and I both argue that there is, in fact, more going on than Snape's dislike at being called a coward, citing the "long pause in the sentence" as evidence (Kim). We also refer to the panic of being inarticulately trapped in a catastrophic world (Kim, paraphrasing Hilary Kovar Justice). Both of us read the scene as Snape reacting to Dumbledore's death, not just James's. Both of us speak of Snape's pain communicated via Fang and of Snape's great isolation. After this, however, our interpretations begin to diverge.

Kim's work fleshes out aspects of the scene that my meta doesn't handle; for instance, she brings up Buckbeak's attack on Snape as evidence that Snape is so isolated that even the world of beasts is not a safe refuge for his emotions (a brilliant and heartwrenching point). Also, she reads Harry's words as Harry intending to reveal to Snape that he now knows Snape betrayed James. As far as Harry's concerned, I'm now inclined to agree and stand corrected; for Harry, the most impactful part of his statement probably is intended to be "like you killed him," as in primarily James (but partly Dumbledore), which causes fewer narrative complications about how Harry switched entirely from the topic of James in Snape's last line of dialogue.

I think, however, that Kim too readily assumes that Snape and Harry are on the same page. For Snape, the crux of Harry's statement is the moment Harry solidifies his similarity to Dumbledore — "Kill me, then," the same request Dumbledore made. Harry repeats it twice, cementing his role as Dumbledore in this situation, and by the second time around, I don't think Snape's emotional focus is on James at all.

Because I think that Snape is not dealing with James here (although Harry thinks he is), I can put forward a thesis that does not involve James: This scene is about Snape's grief. Kim does fleetingly bring up grief ("There is no time yet to grieve"), but she does not centralize that grief. Since she keeps James in Snape's mind, Kim promotes a thesis that more plausibly refers to James: This scene is about Snape's guilt.

I maintain, however, that looking at grief gives a more complete engagement with all aspects of this passage. Kim's reading provides no explanation for the adjectives inside the narrative pause. While my reading of "inhuman" could be seen as a stretch, I think "demented" does require an explanation at this point in our familiarity with Dementors — and if "demented" does, "inhuman" might not be so much of a stretch after all. Granted, Dementors likely prey on feelings of guilt as well as sadness, but the narrative has always presented Dementors as bringing up "the worst experiences of your life" (PoA ch. 10), not the worst things you did.

Guilt is certainly a pain-inducing emotion, and Kim ties Snape's emotions to Fang in this way; but if Fang is connected with guilt, we lose the connection to Fang's grief-motivated howling later in the same chapter, and I think the two instances are so close together that the connection is likely important. Reading Snape as primarily guilty here breaks off that connection, and it also jeopardizes the connection between the present scene and Snape's "DON'T!" in the Prince's Tale — the only other time in the series he shouts this word. In the Prince's Tale, also, Snape is described as sounding "like a wounded animal," a possible callback to Fang in the present scene. Yet Kim makes no comment, either in her reading of the Prince's Tale or this scene.

From a psychological perspective, also, I think it unlikely that Snape is feeling primarily guilty here. He had qualms about killing Dumbledore in the past, yes; but the Killing Curse requires certainty, and Snape delivered. He knows that what he did was at Dumbledore's (reiterated) request. He knows that Lily and James died despite his best efforts; he knows that endangering them had never been his intent. Snape does not seem the sort of person to shout "DON'T!" if what he means is "DON'T BRING UP MY GUILT!" — when faced with accusation, he generally responds to it in some way, even by denying it, rather than trying to get out of its existence. The "DON'T" scene in the Prince's Tale shows Dumbledore trying hard to make Snape's "DON'T" into guilt (an action-spurring emotion) rather than grief (an emotion to sit with), but we see that his "DON'T!" was provoked by Dumbledore describing Lily's eyes, and it is followed by "Gone... dead..." which seems far more grief-filled than guilty. Snape is not afraid to face and debate the possibility of his being guilty, but he is profoundly uncomfortable with the action-opposed emotion of grief. His "DON'T" here, I argue, means "DON'T MAKE ME REMEMBER HIM, I CAN'T STAND THE PAIN YET!"

If Snape is trying to keep Harry from bringing up his guilt, Kim herself states that this is clearly not something he can legitimately request in any circumstance, since he did do the things for which he is feeling guilty. It would be tantamount to saying, "Don't tell me the truth." Even if he were not a spy, then, he would have to reframe this statement to a more appropriate one, so he would end up still saying, "Don't call me coward." ("Don't call me coward" is also an indirect way of refuting his guilt; if he is sufficiently detached to give this indirect refutation, I would imagine him to also be sufficiently detached not to look inhuman at the very thought of his being guilty.)

If Snape is trying to keep Harry from making him experience grief-laden memories of Dumbledore, though, this would almost always be a legitimate request to make... just not here, not as a spy. Snape's cover as a spy is the only thing holding him back from saying what he means in this instance, which increases the stakes and the pathos of this scene.

To conclude, then, while Kim's explanation of Snape's reaction does more easily explain the presence of James in the conversation, I still think that grief, not guilt, best accounts for all the complexities at play.

Meta: "DON'T CALL ME COWARD!" as Grief Response

"Kill me then," panted Harry, who felt no fear at all, only rage and contempt. "Kill me like you killed him, you coward —" "DON'T —" screamed Snape, and his face was suddenly demented, inhuman, as though he was in as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the burning house behind them — "CALL ME COWARD!" -HBP ch. 28

This scene is not, primarily, about Snape's dislike for being named a coward.

I'm not saying there's less going on than that very real and warranted dislike. Many excellent metas have been written about why Snape doesn't like being called a coward, and that does make sense; he has just performed a feat of moral courage, after all, and it has to hurt to have that attributed to cowardice. He has also just been provoked by Harry's trauma-triggering attempt to use Levicorpus — but, interestingly, that isn't what tips him over the edge into uppercase instability. Nor is it, I argue, the term "coward." McGonagall and Harry both call Snape a coward in their canonical last words to Snape, but Snape doesn't react this way to McGonagall. Nor did Snape absolutely lose it the first time Harry called him a coward in this scene. While there is a cumulative effect from the repeated insult, the extremeness of Snape's reaction gives one pause. The most obvious conclusion is that something else is going on. In this case, I argue, that "something" is Snape grieving.

Snape is not usually permitted to openly grieve, and this scene is no exception. He is a double agent; he cannot let it show that he misses "those whom he could not save." Therefore, we have to read between the lines, avoiding Snape's careful misdirection of his feelings into allowable ground (upset over an insult) and away from dangerous territory (grief over people he isn't supposed to care about).

The dialogue is also party to some misdirection. If you read only the dialogue in this scene and the preceding pages, you might assume that the "him" that Harry is talking about is Harry's father. This makes no sense, as Snape didn't kill James. The narration, on the other hand, explicitly sets up Harry in this scene to look exactly like Dumbledore before he died, making it clearer that both Harry and Snape are thinking of Dumbledore now, not James, despite Snape's attempts to keep the conversation on the (ironically) safer ground of James Potter. (Snape was the first one to bring up James in this interaction, and I think that's intentional.)

The narration is also pointing us to a bigger picture in its use of reporting and interrupting speech. Snape's paragraph splits what could have been a straightforward sentence ("DON'T CALL ME COWARD!") into two parts, with so much narration in between that we are invited to speculate on what Snape doesn't want Harry to do. The effect gives Snape a little pause, a breath, so that he probably says "DON'T — CALL ME COWARD!" That breath in the middle gives Snape a hairbreadth space to change his initial reaction to something appropriate to his cover. This is the closest we ever see Snape to blowing his cover, but (eminently capable as he is) he salvages it regardless, so thoroughly that many fans can't see past it either. I didn't, until recently.

But the narrative does. We'll see confirmed in The Prince's Tale in the next book that "DON'T" is Snape's automatic grief response; he cannot bear to hear his loved ones spoken of:

"Her son lives. He has her eyes, precisely her eyes. You remember the shape and color of Lily Evans's eyes, I am sure?" "DON'T!" bellowed Snape. "Gone... dead..."

In the HBP scene, Harry has just mentioned Dumbledore's death; Snape is being confronted by someone else about it for the first time. Furthermore, Snape knows at this point that Harry must die, and we know that being told that by Dumbledore agitated him deeply. So the parallels between Harry and Dumbledore here are even more heartbreaking for Snape. Snape is actually having to work towards Harry's death for the same reason he had to kill Dumbledore. In this scene, he has to watch Lily's son looking up at him with her eyes, looking up the way Dumbledore just did, and he has to hear that son yelling at him about how he must bury every last vestige of everyone he most loved, while that son simultaneously reminds him that the whole world, including Lily's closest representative, will hate him for it. No wonder he's reacting with "DON'T." I would too.

Even without knowing what "DON'T" means in Snape code, however, we have other narrative clues. Snape's face is described as:

demented

an unusual word, linked in the Harry Potter universe to the Dementors, who prey on despair. Being demented could just mean being deranged or unstable... or it could mean being the subject of a Dementor-like sadness so crushing it threatens to take your very soul.

inhuman

This adjective recalls a scene from OotP, another case of all-caps shouting, where Harry is torn up by grief for Sirius:

"Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human —" "THEN — I — DON'T — WANT — TO — BE — HUMAN!" Harry roared, and he seized one of the delicate silver instruments from the spindle-legged table beside him and flung it across the room. -OotP, ch. 37

Lastly, the HBP scene compares Snape's pain to that of Fang stuck in Hagrid's burning hut:

as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the burning house behind them

Dogs are symbolic of loyalty, and Snape really is in a similar situation, trapped in an utter catastrophe in which he is collateral damage for his loyalty (in his case, to Dumbledore). The next time Fang howls, at the end of this chapter, is in grief for Dumbledore's death, drawing the parallels still closer:

Harry crumpled the parchment in his hand, and his eyes burned with tears as behind him Fang began to howl.

Unlike Fang, Snape is not allowed to express his true feelings. Even Dumbledore, the person who understood him most, redirects him to act and not lament, and Dumbledore is dead. A metaphorical tie to a nonhuman character who is able to grieve later is as close as Snape gets. He cannot go to the funeral, just as he could not for Lily; he cannot talk to anyone; he will later be confronted with a horrifying specter of Dumbledore at Grimmauld Place. In light of all this, when Snape gives Harry the memory of himself crying over Lily's letter, it's not just him giving Harry back the correspondence. It's Snape reclaiming: I, too, grieve.

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deception-united · 3 days ago

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Hi,

I'm rewriting an one-shot with OCs. They are both women in their late teen years, early twenties. A fancies B in a slightly obsessive way, and B is going to get married, so they don't get together at all. I thought about how should I write it being angsty, on A's pov, without ending up boring or whiny.

Have a great day/night :)

Hi, thanks for asking!

Writing Unrequited Love

This is a classic trope with a lot of emotional tension involved, but there's a fine line that falls between deeply evocative storytelling and a protagonist who comes across as melodramatic or pitiful; so, when writing from the POV of a character (A) who obsessively fancies another (B)—who is about to marry someone else—you want to capture the intensity of their emotions without exhausting the reader with endless self-pity. Here are some tips!

1. Make the obsession feel real, but not over-explained.

A’s feelings, albeit visceral, would be better woven into the narrative through sensory detail and subtext rather than outright declarations. Instead of repeating things like, "She loved B more than anything. It hurt. It wasn't fair," try showing the longing through her reactions—things like stolen glances, hesitations, or memorising B's habits as if hoarding the last pieces of her. Examples:

The way A's stomach tightens when B laughs at her fiancé’s joke.

The way A’s hand twitches, itching to reach out, when B absentmindedly brushes a lock of hair behind her ear.

The way A studies every micro-expression, searching for doubt or regret or anything that says she doesn't want to marry him, either.

2. Resist the urge to rant in internal monologue.

A bit of this is good and can add insight into A's exact thoughts and feelings, but it can be tempting to let her spiral into pages upon pages of why won't she love me back, which can get tedious. It may be more difficult to connect with excessive wallowing, but keeping internal monologues sharp, poignant, and purposeful can keep readers engaged. Include them mainly in moments of heightened emotion, rather than drowning the narrative in a flood of self-pity.

3. Let her have moments of denial and delusion.

A character in unrequited love will likely have fleeting moments where they convince themselves they still have a chance, no matter how irrational. Maybe B holds A’s hand for a second too long, or says something wistful about their past together, and A clings to it like an addict chasing a high. This emotional whiplash between hope and despair can add a lot of depth to her internal conflict throughout the story. Here's an example of how you can depict this in the narrative:

She's sitting on my side of the table. She still looks at me first when something funny happens. Maybe that means something. (hope) Then again, maybe it doesn’t. Maybe I’m just a memory she keeps around for nostalgia’s sake. (reality)

4. You don't have to paint B like an unattainable angel.

It’s easy to write B as a perfect figure—someone A puts on a pedestal. And this may be how you choose to write it, which can make for an interesting story of its own! Maybe she sees B as radiant and untouchable, and every smile she gives someone else feels like a dagger. But it's also important to show B's flaws as well (though this may not work as well in a one-shot with only one POV). Maybe she’s oblivious to A’s pain, leads A on unintentionally, or is struggling with her own uncertainties. This adds more complexity: A isn’t just losing something; she’s also struggling with the fact that B chose someone else over her.

More tips and things to consider:

Suppressed emotion: let A's emotions simmer beneath the surface and show her turmoil through the little things, like a lingering glance or a hand that hesitates before letting go.

Instead of drowning the reader in raw, explicit yearning, let them feel the gaps. Make A's world feel off-kilter, distorted by B’s impending marriage. Maybe the wedding preparations invade her senses—the clink of glasses, the rustle of silk, the scent of flowers that now feel sickly sweet.

Self-delusion: give A moments of near-normalcy, where she's pretending to be fine and almost manages to be—until something tiny unravels her again.

How does A cope? Does she act out in small, destructive ways, grow distant and quiet, or lean in, helping with the wedding like it's some self-inflicted punishment?

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Unrequited love rarely gets neat closure, which is what makes it so miserable. Maybe A finally accepts the loss, or maybe she doesn’t—but keep in mind that angst isn't just about drowning the reader in sadness, but about making them feel the weight of what's lost.

Hope this helped ❤

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Part 6 based off a prompt by @ready-to-read7

I'm going to keep posting on here as well as AO3, but if y'all think a preview plus a link may be better let me know ^^

It was a cave... A wet, echoey cave with huge platforms filled with tech and random things Danny's baby mind just didn't have the processing power to deal with. Overwhelming was an understatement to what the child was feeling. But hey, at least there was a cool dinosaur and a giant penny...and a creepy puppet in the back that looked like a mobster... (Danny looked a little closer and noticed some ectoplasm glowing from within but ignored it; that was future Danny's problem)

"Father, why have you returned so early with Superman, Wonder Woman, and a baby in tow?" The voice was hard to pinpoint for Danny seeing as the giant cave made all noises echo outwards. Thankfully the source of the voice made its presents known by the squeaking of a chair by the giant computer (Danny for a moment wondered why a hero with all the technology batman had would have a squeaky chair, he had to figure it was cause of the cave)

"I really hope you didn't have another fling" the small boy in a red and black costume said hopping down from the squeaky chair. Whoever this boy was, danger seemed to follow him. This was Danny's first impression based on two things,

1. the kid in a mask had a large sword and what looked to Danny like a thousands knives all over his person.

2. the amount of ectoplasm that this kid was expelling could feed an entire army of ghosts.

Also, what did he mean by fling? Did this man have more kids? Did he think he was going to adopt Danny? Well he wouldn't allow that! Sure the man seemed like he would make a decent father (he was intelligent, knew what he was doing, and focused on helping people so Danny assumed that transferred towards parentage as well) but if he had to choose a father he would rather Superman be his dad and he would fight anyone who tried to take him away from momma!

"And now the child's eyes are glowing like the Lazarus pits grandfather watches over," this was said so bluntly that it took a few seconds for Danny to even realize all eyes were on him. He tried his best to play it off by smiling wide but he had forgotten how his teeth get when his ghostly attributes take over only causing his mother's frown to deepin. Danny frowned "sowwy momma, will exwain as bewst I can." With a deep breath and a kiss on the childs forehead his mother nodded.

The time has come for Danny to tell his mother what exactly was going on. He started with the basic of how he chose this world to be in, how he admired the three immensely and thanks to Clockwork (who he explained was basically time itself given a form) he was able to be reborn into this world, though even he didn't understand how or why he was in his core and in the possession of Luthor. He told them how Clockwork watches over the timelines within the multiverse and how he makes sure no deviations that could cause either that universe or the entire multiverse to unravel.

"So...he is kronos?" His mother asked causing Danny to pause for a second, "huh...kindwa? Nevew awskd... Wait dwos dat mean kwolcwork is my..." His mother confirmed with a nod, "great grandfather, yes my little one; seeing as my mother is Athena." Danny jaw dropped at that, oh he was so going to call CW gramps as soon as he could. Somewhere within the ghost realm CW shivered and turned to look at his mirror he used to check on Danny glaring at it.

Superman was in full attention to the little child's words while Batman was focusing both on the words and on quickly typing things into his small wrist computer to send to the main computer for later; only briefly stopping to ask questions. "So this realm you come from connects all worlds and multiverse together?" He asked and Danny nodded in answer, "baswiclly." Batman nodded at Danny, his emotions were starting to show more (it seems he allows himself to show emotions more when he is relaxed; as far as Danny could tell) curiosity and some kind of obsession floated around the man like tiny bats of different colours... One of them looked like a bat wearing a disco costume which puzzled the young boy.

More and more questions were asked, mainly about the ghost realm and how it worked which Danny couldn't really tell them in detail cause even he didn't know. They asked him if he had a name beyond what wonder woman had given him and he confirmed that Danny was his name, "Last name?," batman asked bluntly, Danny pointed at his mother "hew wast name," it was an obvious answer to Daniel but the smiles on everyone's faces (even batman was slightly smiling though Danny could tell from his emotions floating around he was genuinely pleased) his mother hugged him close and kissed the top of his head causing the child to giggle happily.

Then came the tough questions, of where he used to live, he didn't remember much still, he remembered a crazy rich guy chasing him and wanting him to be his son, (this caused everyone including the child in red and black to laugh hysterically as Batman scrunched in on himself only to be hugged by superman, calming him down), he remembered a clone of himself that the rich man made to replace him (this caused Superman's emotions to flare with sadness and understanding which made Danny think he had an experience similar to him). They asked if that clone would be a problem and he shook his head, "she twavels a wot and hewps othwers," superman seemed to calm at his words confirming Danny's suspicions.

"Constantine called you quote "your highness" what did he mean by that?" Danny sighed, he knew that question was going to come sooner or later. So he explained, he explained how the ghost zone had a rule of battle, where one owns what their opponent had upon defeat and how the last king of the realms, who basically kept order in the entire multiverse, was a tyrannical monster who was sealed away only to be brought back by worshippers. He explained the fight that almost killed him, that through some way and will he kept fighting (he knew it was to protect peopled he cared for, he just couldn't remember who, it was starting to make him slightly mad but he figured if they needed to be remembered they will) and eventually bested the king, sealing him away forever.

Superman and his momma where trying to absorb all the info but Batman seemed to already figured everything out, "so your people just let you come here?," the man asked and Danny paused thinking how to respond. " Well, yes and no, vey wanted me to take the trone immedwiantly bwut CW swaid dis was fow da bwest, so fwostbit took ovew as my we...veasion?" His mother patted his head and corrected him "liaison," and Danny looked up at his mother pointing at her with a smile, "what momma swaid."

After all the questions we're finally asked momma let Danny down to explore, reminding him to be careful of the edges of the platform, "even if you can fly I'd rather you not risk it okay little one? Now go with Damian and let him show you around while I and my friends discuss everything." Danny nodded and turned around slowly marching up to the larger kid. Damian, the kid who had a bird symbol on the right side of his chest and a red hoodie, looked down at Danny with apprehension, Danny looked at Damian, wearing a cute superman onesie his momma got him, with unblinking, semi glowing eyes and smiled impossibly wide at him.

The dinosaur was even cooler up close! It looked like one out of the movies and it was robotic. Danny could see some bent parts and wires sticking out of the joints, he wondered if the Batman one day would let him repair it, It would make a great security device, could even make it scare people in the shadows like the hero himself.

The penny was bigger than Danny expected it to be and gave him an off feeling; like it was waiting for him to turn his back so the giant piece of metal could flatten him like a cartoon. Danny stayed away from the mobster puppet, but just over to the side of it were broken apart metal teeth and a strange looking ball with a strange green liquid in it. It wasn't ectoplasm, that Danny was sure; but it was eerie looking.

The entire time the young child was looking with awe at all the cave had to offer, Damian was watching him (it creeped Danny out) his emotions were as hidden as his father's, but every so often light waves of curiosity and suspicion would make it's way out. After looking at a hat that looked like it came directly out of Alice in wonderland Danny got annoyed at the quiet kid,

"Why are yew stawing at me?" Danny finally asked staring up at the slightly taller boy his eyes knitted together. The hooded kid looked down at him, "you feel like my grandfather and suddenly appear with one of fathers friends, I do not trust you for now and feel you shouldn't be allowed here so I am keeping an eye on you to make sure you to not plant anything." Danny was confused by every word beyond not trusting him. He huffed, "imma be a hewo like momma! I wuldt dawe to pwant things, even if I cwould thews no diwt to pwant them!" Danny was slightly floating up glaring back at Damian's scowl before being shocked back by a laugh.

"You remind me of Jon, I will trust you, for now," the red hooded child responded after finishing his laugh. Danny was starting to suspect that anyone related to the batman was as batty (heh pun) as the man was. This suspicion was confirmed when he heard a squeal coming from the elevator located near where his momma and her friends were talking.

"Superman you had another kid! And didn't tell me!" A girl wearing a purple hoodie (Danny began wondering if everyone here wore hoodies but then figured they were in a cave, was probably a smart thing to do) and basic jeans was quickly walking up to him before scooping him up from the air. "He is such a cutie pie! Hello there small child, I'm Stephanie and I'll be your honorary auntie ok?"

Danny didn't know how to react, on one hand the emotions of this woman where of compassion and kindness and love. On the other hand a random stranger was holding him and pinching his cheek. Naturally Danny whined, "stawwwwp." Funny enough the person did stop, mainly because another person grabbed her hand. He expected it to be momma or even superman but instead it was another girl who was wearing a black mask shaped like a bat like batman, but with the mouth piece covered with leather lazily stitched over.

The woman who grabbed Stephanie's hand made a few hand signals Danny didn't understand before walking back. Waves of embarrassment and sadness came from the purple woman holding him; what was her name again? Stephanie? Danny was sure that's what she called herself. "Sorry, I tend to go overboard, thank you Cassie." Stephanie put Danny down and turned to the adults, all of whom had made their way over.

Danny's mother scooped him up and hugged him, "we will need to work on your freeze instinct but you kept calm, very good my little warrior," she kissed the top of his head as Damian nodded from behind everyone in agreement. Stephanie looked on with wide eyes, "ohhh he's your kid WW? Sorry for being so... Quick to judge..just the onesie... and the floating..." The girl was stopped with a wave of Diana's hand and a small smile, "it's ok, it was a natural conclusion to come to," she responded quelling Stephanie's worry, "though touch him again without his consent and you will be on the floor," and the worry was back again, Danny sighed, his mother could be a tad overprotective, but then again he was a baby so that was understandable.

To quench his mother rising anger he hugged her neck, "it okay momma, just supwized." That thankfully seemed to help as love radiated from his mother and the worry stopped from Stephanie, replaced by adoration from the display of affection.

The reving of an engine turned everyone's gaze to the red motorcycle currently parking next to the batmobile as a man wearing a large red helmet got off. Danny's eyes were wide, if the kid in the hoodie had ecto oozing out of him for an army this man was exploding with the stuff and it felt like it was rotting! He wiggled out of his mother's arms and ran up to the man patting his leg, "yew, yew fiwed with bad ecto, I hewp." The man with the helmet looked down at him, one of the eyebrows of the helmet raising (Danny had no time for confusion on how that could work) and crouched down and booped his nose before looking at the adults staring on with their jaws dropped.

"Who's the brat and what does he mean by bad ecto?," the man said causing Danny to pout and punch him (it actually hurt red a little which shocked him but he made sure not to show it) "not a bwat! Bad ecto from ghost wealm, wotten gween, wepwace!" Danny emphasized this by patting the mans chest and pushing some clean ecto into him. The reaction from hood was not what Danny expected, he was hoping for calmness, mabey joy, or even shock. He did not expect the man in the helmet to fall to his knees and vomit.

The three main heros acted instantly, Batman ran over to the mans side expertly taking the helmet off. Superman was gone in a second and by the next had an old butler with water and a box with a plus symbol on it. His mother scooped him up and looked at him with furrowed brows, "Danny Prince you will explain right now what you just did." He had never seen his mom's anger pointed to himself before, it scared him and the child started to cry,

"I...I ju...juwst w...was hewping, hewmet man had b..bad ecto, ghost enewgy, I wepwace wif good ecto, did nowt get aww, shouwd feew bettew soon."

His momma patted his back holding him close and humming a tune, "there, there, little one, thank you for explaining, but know now not to do so without asking first, all actions have consequences, what was meant to be good caused a mess to need to be cleaned up, now once red hood feels better you will apologize and we will head upstairs to Bruce's home and have a moment to relax... I think we all need it"

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Jason's head hurt and he felt like he just had fourth degree burns quenched with water from a glacier mixed with electricity; overall not how he expect his day to end, that was for certain. It had been an overall annoying day to begin with, first he wakes up early from a nightmare about that damn clown only to find out his safe house was out of cereal and coffee.

His afternoon was decent, he stopped by some of the non profits he kept safe from bandits and assholes to check if all was going well and to donate some cash (which he may or may not have gotten from a drug den he busted up for dealing to kids) and was then off to the gym where he worked out for a few hours.

Wasn't till late into his nightly activities that shit went sideways, first black masks goons thought it would be a good idea to try and kidnap some homeless kids on his alley. Then a new crime boss tried taking over his territory so obviously Jason had to hunt him down and take out his goons. And now he is kneeling on a metal platform, dizzy as fuck, his skin both burning and freezing, and his stomach doing more flips than Dick during training.

When the world finally wasn't upside down he was alone with Alfred holding a glass cup of fizzing water. "Its ginger ale master Todd, young Daniel recommended it to help with the... 'ecto sickness' as the young one calls it. Apparently whatever helped bring you back to us caused something to stick around."

Jason drank the beverage with gusto as he slowly stood up. Making sure he wouldn't faceplant getting up was dear Alfred by his side. "do you need a moment to yourself? Everyone else will be waiting for you at the dining room area," Jason gave a short nod as he walked over to the batcomputer and sat down heavily, -man Bruce has to get a new chair- he thought to himself as he tried to make sense of whatever the fuck just happened.

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Danny had to admit, the house was far better than the cave below it. It was huuuge! A mansion to be certain, one that Danny was sure that if he had a chance to explore; would probably take him days to see it all. Currently they were in the dining room, a giant area with ornate carvings along the corners of the ceiling and a giant chandelier situated above the very long table currently filled with six inhabitants.

His mother had just finished a long lecture to him about asking before doing anything to anyone for any reason (unless of course they were super villains then all was fair game which caused Danny's prankster of a mind to be riddled with ideas) and the butler (who Danny learned was named Alfred) had just put down the last plate of dinner. Danny was nonchalantly eating a rib, bone and all, when the man he helped walked in.

He stopped and took in the sight, everyone was watching Danny with worry (besides his mother she had gotten use to this long ago) and coughed , "so .....what's the deal with the kid?" Everyone's head swiveled to look at the man as well as Danny; who stopped mid bite. Bruce gestured to a seat and explained what was going on as Jason went to sit down. "Danny here is a being from a different reality, one that connects all realities, after events that happened to him he chose this world to start a new in. Diana found him as a crystal and when he appeared as a baby decided to become his mother and take care of him"

Jason looked at Bruce, his eyebrow raised and a snort exiting his being, "well...at least he isn't another one of your forgotten children I suppose, we will have a deeper chat about what it is he did to me, for now I'm hungry and tired." Everyone around him nodded as they all went back to eating.

After the dinner was finished Danny got to explore the mansion, with supervision of course, red hood took up the task at hand not knowing how hard it would be. Within the first few minutes Danny was alone wandering giant halls filled with paintings and suits of armor. It honestly reminded him a bit of the palace in the ghost zone just less...colourful.

This mansion had pretty much everything, giant gym in the basement, theater in a side room that could be it's own house, even a room for playing bowling! Daniel realized rich people were a little weird when he entered a room covered in animal heads (a relic long since abandoned by Bruce and family it's still well kept and dusted regularly by Alfred); Danny didn't like that room and so moved on. Honestly this place has everything a person could need to live a secret life which Daniel guessed was accurate seeing as who's house it was.

Only thing missing was a arca... -holy crap they have an arcade!- Daniel thought to himself and it was huge! It had a vr setup with moving floor, arcade machines of old and new types, and DDR! Daniel was so preoccupied staring at all the machines he didn't hear the man come up to him and screeched when a hand touched his shoulder. Turning around he saw a large man with short black hair that looked like it took hours to get to look right.

"Whoops! Sorry little guy, I guessed you would have gotten mesmerized by this place, Stephanie just loves her games and bruce loves indulging us sometimes," the man said, worry emanating off the man calming Danny slightly (but man, if he wasn't use to having his heart stop as a ghost he would have had a heart attack!)

Slowly he breathed in, his mother taught him some techniques after a hectic tantrum over a toy. "Deep breath in, hold, slowly out" she would say, repeating it like a mantra to calm him down. The man saw Danny breath deeply and cocked his head, "ya know...for someone who is barely a toddler you are very intelligent young man," Daniel giggled at that and the man smiled, "there we go all calm? Okay well I'm Tim, one of Bruce's kids it's nice to meet you."

Tim gently ruffled the toddlers head, "let's get you back to the adults ok? They are a little worried about you...cept Diana but that's just her normal state of being," Tim stated and Danny nodded, "momma best wawwior." Daniel giggled at the man who picked him up with wide eyes.

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It had been a fun day in Danny's opinion, he got to go to space, met momma's friends, answer some questions, and see a giant house that a man dressed as a bat lived in; Overall a good day. Sure he had to deal with his mom lecturing him again and yeah he felt embarrassed that he got caught, but hey for someone only turning one in a couple days he has had a lot of fun. He was sure he had made the right decision in living here.

After dinner his other tucked him into bed and read him a story about a boy who was the child of a god (his mother chuckled as she read it). After finishing the chapter and putting the book back Diana sat on the edge of Danny's bed and petted his head,

"know this little one, no matter your situation , no matter your past, you are my ward, my child, I love you and will always be there for you, anyone who dares to harm you will answer to me."

Daniel smiled wide, tears in his eyes as he held his mother close a warm spreading from both. Slowly the two separated, his mother tucking him back in and slowly exiting leaving the door open just a crack after turning off the light. Danny slowly drifted away to dreams of his new life to come.

#writing #dp x dc #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #dpxdc #wonder woman would be a great mom #dc x dp crossover #The Mother of the Ghost King

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rivalswrites · 2 days ago

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Backstage

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

Definitely suggestive (making out, possible inappropriate touching if you wanna consider it that way), but nothing explicitly specified.

Y'all this is so nasty, super self indulgent because OH MY GOD SHE'S GORGEOUS UUUGH

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The music pierced through the air, bass practically causing an earthquake from the large speakers around the stage. Illyana was- well, she was next to you, jumping up and down while screaming the lyrics to the song like everyone else.

While she was super into the concert the two of you were attending, her focus was still somewhat on you. Her hand held yours while her other was raised up and fisting the air repeatedly with the beat. When she had asked you to go with her to a concert, you don't know what you expected- but it wasn't really hard metal.

Throughout your time being with Illyana, you knew her taste in music was hardcore- loud and barely verbal lyrics- but it still surprised you when you showed up to the venue to see a bunch of metalheads. And by no means did you hate it, it was just going to take a moment to get used to. Except you weren't used to it after about two hours of it, the continuous music and screaming, band after band going up on the stage.

All you could do to try and make yourself calm enough in such a high energy atmosphere was focus on her hand in yours, how it was tugged up and down by her jumping and other movements.

When the next song had finished there was a pause in the music, the bands were switching again, which allowed Illyana to stop her dancing and turn to you- taking large deep breaths to calm her heart a little. “Are you okay?” She asked, huffing it out while using her free hand to wipe under her bangs that practically covered half her face. “Yeah, yeah,” you replied, using your sleeve to help her wipe off some of the sweat, “I'm not used to concerts going this long.”

The hold of your hand tightened before she started tugging you along, making way through the crowd to the back before making it past everyone to where the food vendors were and then beyond, finding a small crack between empty buildings.

“Better?” She turned back to you and looked into your eyes, though you couldn't see it, to get an estimate on how you were feeling. “Yeah, you didn't have to-”

“Nonsense,” she cuts you off. “I dragged you here, you should've told me earlier you were overwhelmed.” And just like that she had clocked your entire mood since the beginning of the concert. Though you suppose you should've known she'd eventually find out, she was very in tune with not only her own- but with your emotions too.

“But you'll miss part of the next band” you whisper, looking over to the large crowd that was now yelling the name of the next band to get them to come on stage. “Eh, they're not my favorite.” She shrugs and looks around for a small moment.

“Yeah, you, Illyana Rasputin, don't like a metal band” you said sarcastically, chuckling at your own statement. “I'm serious,” she says, taking a few steps closer until your back is against the wall and she's just about entirely touching you with her own body. “they're music isn't great. Bad tempo and stuff.”

You couldn't even reply, paying more attention to how her body heat radiated into yours with the close proximity. Your hands that were holding each other suddenly felt sweaty, though maybe that was just you and your nervousness. All you could do to show some respect was let out a little “uh-huh” after what she had said.

Illyana looked down at your hands that were connected, bringing them up and placing yours gently on the wall, holding it there with her own while her other hand had settled on your hip. “I’d much rather be here with you anyways.” Her statement made you flush red, looking up at her with admiration. “This is way better than some music.”

Before you could ask what ‘this’ was to her, she leaned in and pressed her lips against yours, turning to deepen the kiss soon after and fully pressing her body against yours. Both her hands tightened their grip on you. You raised your free hand to wrap around her shoulders, careful to avoid the spikes, and grab onto the fabric of her shirt.

She pulled back for a deep breath before diving in for more, barely letting you catch a breath for yourself. Music started playing in the background, the two of you being just far enough away to where it felt like music you'd have playing in the car. The pounding of the drums ran through the wall and verberated onto your back.

The make out was turning messy, her hand on your hip trailing back and gripping your shirt tightly before letting go and rubbing back and forth- the friction causing your shirt to raise enough to where her hand eventually just laid on your bare skin underneath. She only pulled back on occasion, breathing deeply- and letting you catch your breath a bit this time- before going back in for more. The saliva easily trailed from your mouths to covering your lips from all her movement, it was as if she wanted to devour you.

Her hand holding yours to the wall let go, moving to join the one on your lower back and gripping the skin there gently, her nails scratching in a satisfying way. With a free hand you used it to grip her shirt in the front, trying to keep her close even though you knew she wasn't going to detach from you for a while.

“You're right,” you whispered in-between sloppy kisses. She hummed in a questioning tone, not quite paying attention as her tongue laved against yours. “Bad tempo.”

#marvel rivals #marvel rivals x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel rivals magik #magik x reader #marvel magik #magik #illyana rasputin x reader #illyana rasputin #magik xmen #illyana x reader #punk magik my beloved #makeout fic #suggestive fic #lime fic #I LOVE WOMEN

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followtheechoes · 2 days ago

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FOUND AT LAST! thank you so much @eleceedlover for sending this to me!! it's a three part series and it's in the second part, so here are the links to each part:

Three Wheels: A Year for Secrets by Requiem17 | After Morgana's latest takeover attempt, things quiet down in Camelot…on the surface at least. [Canon Divergence, Post S4, Eventual Reveal] This story and its following two parts are revamped and posted on Ao3 under Three Wheels - Triskelion and the same penname. As of Aug '24, start on Ao3 and come back here at Part 2 if you're eager for the rest.

Three Wheels: The Year of Shadows by Requiem17 | Was he born Emrys, or is it a title to be earned? [Post S4, Canon Divergence, Eventual Reveal, Part 2/3]

Three Wheels: A Year for Strength by Requiem17 | Do you believe in prophecy, Merlin? Or do you make your own Fate? [Post S4, Canon Divergence, Reveal, Part 3/3]

And the ao3 link mentioned is here:

Three Wheels: Triskelion by Requiem17 | One month after Morgana seizes Camelot with Helios' armies, Gwen is crowned. Camelot almost knows a short period of peace, but for three small changes: Arthur follows through on a promise to a murdered druid boy. Merlin recognizes the insidiousness of complacency. And the Diamair foresees their own death.

In a journey that will take Merlin and his friends through the Veil into crystalline tunnels of golden magic, force them to revisit the trials of the Purge, and send them against Leshys, Shades, and dark magic itself- they all must decide whether they are brave enough to face their own fallacies and earn an age of gold.

Is Emrys born, or a title to be earned?

Do you rely on prophecy, or make your own fate?

some fics I found which are not the one I'm looking for but which still feature gwen, whether that means having her own agency as a character in a long fic or a brief character study (unfortunately it's usually the second):

A Heartbreaking Impossibility by Min Dae | Uther's ward needed a lady's maid. Morgana needed something else. Gwen is trying to figure out what she needs, somewhere in the middle.

Wonder What You Are by Capriccio. | There's a sadness in Gwen's eyes that wasn't there before. In the days following her father's death, Merlin sees very little of her. When he does catch her at the water pump or in the hallways, she turns away to hide her face. He can't think of what to say to make her smile again. (Set after 1x12.)

Night Piece by significantowl | It begins when their nights are once more their own, and neither Gwen nor Merlin sleep. [post-s1]

Untitled tumblr fic by @agapantoblu | This night, the happiness it pours into her, has to be the happiest she's felt in a long time. All the candles in the room are dancing and all the edges are dulled even when she bumps into them; her mouth is sweet with mulled wine, winter is held at bay outside the thick stone and Merlin is so, so warm.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears by tielan | It's not just her father's sword or the sword of the knight who made it - it's her sword, too.

nothing to fear for the day has broken by stanzas | She doesn’t know exactly when she realized it, but once the truth was presented to her, she couldn’t dismiss the idea any longer. Merlin used magic. Merlin had magic. And clearly he was mentally addled, like Arthur said – for why else would he be living in a place like Camelot?

a thief in mourning by killing_all_joy | Gwen manages to figure out that Merlin swapped Lancelot's cloak for a fake one when it was burned. She decides to ask him if she can have it, unaware of Merlin's connection with and love for Lancelot. / When she learns, they mourn together.

The Sword's Tale by Sydelle Rein | Or - "Guinevere's Astute Observational Skills As Conveniently Ignored by the Show." As Arthur holds the sword above his head and the crowd shouts its fealty, Gwen's eyes widen in recognition. 4x13

Destiny's Path by MonJoh | Following the events of Season 4, Arthur suspects the one person in the world he thought would never betray him. Merlin is forced to confront first hand the price of not returning magic to Camelot. Morgana faces her own failures.

something blue by alittleacatalepsy | As the royal wedding approaches, Merlin searches for items requested by a magical rhyme, Gwen crafts two gowns and contemplates loyalty, and Arthur is just doing his best.

Queen of Swords by reelin_writer | Guinevere is not in the bed. She is in the far chamber, just visible through the archway, using his sword to practice drills up and down the narrow length of space beside the table. / Or, Arthur realizes his wife has been practicing and is instantly starstruck by this new common passion.

Selfish by donttouchtheneednoggle | "Perhaps there is not one among us who has not lost a person they would like to speak with. People we didn’t even get to say goodbye to. That if you were going to use magic, make such an exception to the laws you uphold you would at least involve others in your decision?” / His eyes widened. “I- didn’t- think-“ / She smiled, a little tight smile with none of its usual open radiance. “No. Of course you didn’t.” / Or, Gwen finds out what Arthur has been keeping from her, and Arthur finds out more things he has been blind to.

My Golden Crown of Sorrow, My Bloody Sword to Swing by queerofthedagger | Gwen finds Morgana just before she dies. Morgana has taken almost everything from her, and there are things Gwen has left to say.

some tags for people who wanted to read it if found: @auldsusie @atdawn @renninflight

there's this merlin fic I read a few years ago: it was some kind of reveal fic, I think, and it was one of those tense, drawn-out ones set when arthur is king and gwen is queen. I don't remember the full context but I remember that gwen is holding arthur's sword and thinking that the craftsmanship is similar to her dad's, and then scrapes her fingernail over the place where her father would usually have added some kind of signature mark, and she realises that this is the sword she gave merlin forever ago. it was a fantastic moment of realisation and I would love to read it again, but I can't remember anything else about the fic :( if this is familiar to you could you please throw me a link or a few more hints? tysm

#gwen appreciation post #bbc merlin #fic recs

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abslvrs13 · 8 hours ago

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camp counselor!reader x camp counselor!jj

cw: swearing, smut 18+, p in v, mdni, fluff, soft sex.

THE FIRE CRACKLED SOFTLY IN THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT casting a warm glow over the group of kids huddled around it. the scent of toasted marshmallows and melting chocolate fills the air as you carefully assemble s’mores for the little kids, their sticky hands eagerly reaching for their treats. JJ is sitting beside you on a worn log, leaning forward slightly as he tells a very fake ghost story, his voice dipping low and dramatic for effect. the kids are wide-eyed, hanging onto every word, though a few are clutching their blankets a little tighter, inching closer to one another. "and then," JJ says, pausing for emphasis, "they heard the sound of footsteps… getting closer… and closer…" he tapped his fingers lightly on the log, mimicking footsteps, and a couple of kids jump letting out startled gasps.

you glance at him, holding your laugh as you notice the mix of fear and fascination on their faces. “JJ cut it out,” you say gently, nudging him with your elbow. “you’re scaring them.”

he turns to you with a grin, mischief glinting in his blue eyes. “what? they love it" he says, gesturing to the group, though one of the younger campers is now burying their face in their hands.

“not the ones who are about to cry,” you reply, giving him a pointed look.

JJ holds his hands up in mock surrender, laughing softly. “okay, okay, no more ghost stories. we’ll stick to happy endings and burnt marshmallows from now on,” he says, leaning back and stealing one of the s’mores you just finished making.

“you’re impossible,” you say with a smile, shaking your head as he takes a big bite, crumbs dusting his chin.

as the kids relaxed again, chatting and giggling while they roast their marshmallows, JJ leans closer, his shoulder brushing yours. “guess I’ll just have to make it up to you later,” he says softly, his voice teasing.

...

Thats how you ended up pushed up against the wall of the inventory closet filled with camp supplies, legs wrapped firmly around jj's bare waist. his hand on the soft flesh of your sides. his cock buried deep inside you while he slowly thrust his hips to yours.

"shh..ah, y're so beautiful, gotta be quiet though" at this point, he felt like he was in some dream, he's wanted this for- what? ever since the camp began in june. you whined when he sucked on your pulse point, arching your back when he hit a good spot. "jayjay, hmph.."

"hm, here, here" he lifted his finger, placing the pad of it on your bottom lip, bringing it down before putting it into your mouth. the two of you could not get caught, it'd be a nightmare. you clenched around him, making him groan into the crook of your neck, "gotta stop- doin' that, i'm gonna lose it" his breathing got faster, lower but raspier. you opened your mouth and moaned onto his thumb when he pulled out and slammed back in with more force.

"fuck, fuck-" jj closed his eyes, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead from the tension and force. you shook your head, moving his thumb from your mouth. "m'gonna cum jay!" you nearly shouted but it wasn't loud enough to wake the whole damn camp. "s'okay, s'okay, come for me baby" he cooed, bringing his hand to the top of your head, gently moving his thumb across your sweat forehead.

"hm, c'mere" you spoke softly, reaching your hand to his cheek and connecting lips with his. it was soft, softer than before when it first started. he hummed into the kiss, stilling his cock inside you before he filled you with hot, warm loads of his come, leading you to come all over him while the two of you just kept kissin' and kissin'.

he gently, slowly pulled out before pulling his lips away but not his face. his eyes opening. "y'did so good.." he panted out, reaching down and grabbing the hem of your underwear that was discarded to the floor, lifting it and gently putting them back on. you giggled breathlessly, "thank you, thank you"

he smiled, his bare and sweat glistened chest still slightly heaving with pants. "uhh huh," he cupped your cheek, leaning in to eye level with a deep look in his eye, "i love you, m'kay?, that wasn't a little thing, i don't want it to be little, i really love you,"

you smiled softly, leaning into his touch. "i love you too, jay" he smiled softly, pecking your lips once more before moving away to put his clothes back on. jesus, jj was so so glad john b showed him that camp counselor application.

#jj maybank #outer banks #abbsrecs #obx x reader #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank imagine

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somerandomcockroach · 2 days ago

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Talking with myself about Brave Police J-Decker, 11 episodes so far, giving these series my congratulations since they managed to get a drip of tears from me and I love EVERY character there, it isn't logical for a cartoon Spoilers included

In the 2nd episode paparazzi asking Deckerd about what kind of women he likes and how his dream wedding might look. I literally fell off because. Is it some kind of mocking? First ai robot appearing and first questions are these? Yes for mass media it might be interesting "Oh look this is the dream wedding of the robot eheheh fun". He only recently went online what is wrong with this question, and let me precise do they mean with a human?

Deckerd got the build-team but they don't have emotions programmed. Because they don't trust Deckerd's program, they don't trust the kid. Oh well can't blame them for being afraid of a more new AI robots who technically operate on their own and might disobey their orders and a 4 or 6th grade kid as their boss pffht

Deckerd playing wrestle with robot of their neighbor: "He is so weak I could break him, I'll give in to him" Makes dramatic "AAaaa" and falls on the side DECKERD, I LOVE YOU AHAHAH

That's interesting. They gave build-team an AI only after they understood that it is harder to hack them if they don't resist with developed willpower. They wouldn't have allowed them to have AI too unless there was a chance of such situations.

Their AI was surprised by Yuta's kindness. They had the mind of "if can't make your job - useless" already sewed inside them. Or did they develop such thinking from the people in their basement? Because there literally only Yuta and two other men who treat them as machines with heart.

I am SHOCKED. I am SO shocked. This is the first time when I don't cringe from possible human x robot shipping even if not in a romantic way? But here? They fricking give the development to their mind and relationships. Mccrane, a pacifist, always hoping to the end and trying hard ways with more persistence. A Captain Seia Onoue, woman who doesn't allow the heart to get on her way. Mccrane acting more human-like compared to her and showing her other ways. WOW. Wow okay I look at you two I like this combo. Then? Dumpson, robot with a strong will and opinion, and Ayako, headstrong woman who doesn't believe in AI bullshit since these robots definitely just imitate emotions but don't have their opinions whatsoever. BAM look at Dumpson ahah. I look at you two too they make me giggle when they drum on each other's brains XDD And then Power Joe teeeeheheheh Kids looove him, no wonder, three bozos fighting over so that he would live with them. Yuta is just their Boss I suppose they don't find him as close friend as Deckerd did, but I'm happy they found the friends of their own

10-11 episodes.

Kagero is dead, even when his A.I. was changed to obey new owner, it didn't obey, because what was making this A.I. so strong were exactly memories with Shadowmaru. He wasn't a coward, but the person who mixed his brain with his is, and human's life is bigger compared to little data of his own Kagero managed to gain, so it isn't surprising human's side overpowered A.I. Shadowmaru wanted to die with Kagero, but Kagero, the little pieces of him remembering Shadowmaru, wanted him to live.

Kagero was built as Shadowmaru's shadow, prototype to develop Shadowmaru. All his memories are of him, his life literally has no meaning without Shadowmaru since that's like erasing your birth days itself. And Shadowmaru didn't want to leave him, he didn't listen to no one, he is pretty independent and even wanted to just die without fuel after he lost Kagero, let's specify killed him by his own hands. He doesn't have any strong connection with people, he has it only with his only friend. Kagero told him to live his life some more. Kagero, who was clenching to his memories since he learnt what is the meaning of life, by his own, no A.I. has a "value of your own life" data, only "humans' lives are vulnerable" data, and I'm sure Kagero would have had life so much bigger than just an attempt to keep the little pieces he have from being deleted. He told Shadowmaru to live his life a little more, to Shadowmaru, who wanted to just die because his only strong connection was with Kagero and I think he didn't learn how much he wanted to live the hard way Kagero did, but Kagero gave him an easy way to keep learning what it means. I wish they could get brain chip back and fix it, i wish they could, because now I'm sure even if they recreate everything, it will never be Kagero again, he is dead for Shadowmaru and I know Juuzou understands it better than anyone.

#Brave Police J Decker #bpjd #okay these are good series. These are very good I love it to bits and I am about to hug every character from there

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nabi-unveiled · 2 days ago

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Catching Up: Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (Ep 3)

Ep 1 React Ep 2 React

So fun facts....I haven't found a place to buy garlic ice cream locally, but there are A LOT of recipes for garlic ice cream on the internet. I do own an ice cream machine. We make homemade ice cream a lot in the summer. I sense an experiment coming up soon.

Anyways, onto episode 3. I am not doing a live reaction for this one. I had to wait over two hours for an oil change and decided to go ahead and watch episode 3. Controlling my facial expressions has never been harder. Although maybe I didn't need to try. Half of the people I know think that I'm a robot anyways. LOL. Anyways, I FELT like I was making a lot of facial expressions because...well just look at them!

There are no more qualms about sharing saliva. I love it btw that Dohoe keeps showing up with his chapstick. These kinds of small details are what make characters seem like real people. I'm known as the person who always have sunglasses (safety glasses really) on my head. No, I don't need them for work. It's just a habit. I'm also LOVING the color-coding. I haven't dove into the posts about this show, but I guarantee there was talk about them being color-coded.

THIS is what I want from a date sequence in a show people. THIS RIGHT HERE. GIVE ME MORE. I said in one of the BL Challenge posts that I frequently fast forward through the dating montages. Because typically they DON'T add any narrative or even show your characters really deepening their feelings. I want dates that FEEL like dates. This was it, and there was ice cream too! I should've just stopped the episode right here.

But alas, I didn't. And somehow, I'll still have to get work done today.

We got confirmation that Sunshine got expelled for fighting.

We got confirmation that Dohoe REALLY hates violence.

On the surface, this line SEEMS sweet. It IS sweet. But it's a bittersweet. Because what Dohoe is admitting is that he loves Sunshine enough to compromise his morals. And just like he didn't want to care to begin with, he will be conflicted about it. It WILL be a problem for him down the line. Because even if you're willing to overlook something, it doesn't necessarily make you feel good about doing it.

And we know that promise will be broken. I knew he would get in trouble for violence before this episode ever started. The foreshadowing has been strong.

Just like the foreshadowing on this line is strong. As soon as they said it, I was like crap. We're not going to be together. Either one or both of them is going to get their plan screwed up royally. My biggest fear was that Dohoe would be the one left behind. Because Sunshine? As much as he SAYS he doesn't have options, he really does. His family may have "abandoned" him, but they are still financially supporting him and calling him every day. Dohoe? Nada.

The watermelon is great here. I LOVE how much food is depicted in this show. This was a cute scene and reminded me that I need to finish my deep dive into soccer/football positions/rules before the next episode of FC Soldout. It also immediately made me think about the World Cup scene in Wild Chives and Soybean Soup.

It's a het drama that I don't recommend. Them as teenagers was great, but the rest was not. I guarantee it has aged poorly. However, I enjoyed that flash from the past. I looked it up. Apparently that drama was 10 years ago. Eesh. The feelings in both of these scenes were similar in that they are very young love and people just not sure how to handle it.

I love that they're training together and having secret meetings in the van. Everything about this feels SO much like what two teenagers in love would do. I squeed internally way too many times.

I'm beginning to sound like a broken record, but the amount of food in this series makes me SO happy. Real people eat. Real people making connections eat together. It's probably personal, but eating a meal with someone is a BIG deal to me. Many of my best memories with both friends and my children are over shared meals. Oddly enough - that doesn't include my husband. We don't enjoy the same foods and he eats super quickly. Fine, I'll revise. MOST people build connections by eating together, and these two DEFINITELY do.

Whoever chose RED for the phone understood the color assignment.

This guy has a problem. I'm assuming we'll learn more later about why this friendship went so badly south. Still...choices HAVE been made. Do-hoe is being a lot more civil than I feel he should; however, that seems in character for him.

It was at this point that I knew we were headed for trouble soon. Anytime the word "always" gets used, that's a red flag for me. Plus, look at HOW happy Do-hoe is at this moment. It shocked Sunshine, and you KNOW he was wanting to pursue that kiss further.

I'll be honest. I haven't figured out why we're seeing Sunshine in a school uniform just yet. The bike was when Do-hoe said he could succeed here. The other was in the scene where Sunshine was being beat, and it LOOKED like he was actually holding the Dad back. Was Daddy Dearest going to try to stop Do-hoe from taking the exam? Or am I reading too much into it. Either way, you can tell that Sunshine snapped.

Which led to our frenemies in the snow. Snow has definitely been a running parallel throughout the show. Typically, it's been hope, connection and even innocence. But it feels like the hope has been tainted through this scene. It also feels like this means we're getting a new beginning for these two frenemies. I can't be sure of that though.

My only question here was "WHO THE FUCK TOLD HIM?!?" Let the boy FINISH the exam before telling him anything. Whoever told him - you are on my hitlist.

We got new information that Sunshine was adopted. That's interesting. It could explain some things about why he so desperately wants his parents to be proud, but I don't have enough evidence. It's not uncommon for kids to want to please their parents after all.

This camerawork is SO good. Do-hoe has scared himself. He's seeing his reflection while his dad leaves the shot. It's him and his rage left behind. Plus, he doesn't like this reflection. This is NOT going to go well. Because THIS? This will scare him. He'll begin to think he could become his dad, and that's going to get all kinds of entangled with his feelings about Sunshine. It's real world feelings depicted well.

And now we have HISTORIC cold. And yes, it snowed. But everything is messed up.

And while I generally dislike time skips...

This one feels appropriate. This is when a time skip SHOULD be used. Based on where they were in life, the technology in that time period, and the situation that has occurred, this time skip makes sense. It'll be interesting to find out where they are now in life.

We know Sunshine is smiling. But sunshine characters often smile even when in pain (he's already done that frequently). We don't see Do-hoe. That feels purposeful. In some ways we knew sunshine would be okay. (I'm not saying emotionally okay.) It's Do-hoe, who didn't finish his exam, who had no other options, who is stuck. He's the unknown. Hopefully, he found a way out. But he's going to be scarred either way. I'm hoping now that we've had the time-skip that the rest is them overcoming the past and growing together as mature adults. We'll see.

AHHH. Why do we have to adult? Can't I just take a day off and binge-watch? This is infinitely more interesting than what I need to write this afternoon. Oh well. Bills must be paid.

#let free the curse of taekwondo #korean bl

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