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mins-fins · 1 year ago

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withered — ricky shen

ricky wonders if he's good enough for such a task, and as time ticks, another flower in the garden withers.

tags :: ricky shen x m!reader , a bunch of analogies , ricky is extremely introverted , reader is a flower nerd , angst?? fluff?? idk , they have a happy ending , they don't talk much but they communicate if you get what i mean

y/n likes flowers, ricky guesses.

well— it's not really a guess, more a well known fact, as it's spread across his room. his room is littered with flower material, flower paintings adorn his walls, and they seem to be everywhere you turn.

it seems to be a hobby of his to collect flower related souvenirs, ricky notes.

y/n is an interesting character to say the least, he isn't complicated in the way that ricky feels he needs to find clues, he's already cracked the case, he's complicated with how he feels.

one emotion, all day, everyday, happiness.

ricky finds it confusing.

how can someone be so happy? he's never seen the boy without a smile on his face. he doesn't think he's even seen any of his friends like that, not even junhyeon, the smiliest of smiley people.

however, ricky also finds it nice.

he doesn't particularly remember how he and y/n became friends, but he knows the boy approached him first, making friends was much more better when the person didn't treat you like you were the king of the world.

his presence was simply enjoyable, ricky thinks he could listen to him ramble about flowers and gardening all day, even if they aren't his interests, he enjoys listening to y/n talk about what he likes.

though sometimes he feels like a pushover, he constantly gets reassured by y/n that it's okay, that it's fine for him to tag along with whatever he was doing even if he stayed quiet most of the time.

he has no particular interest in flowers, but y/n does, so he listens, and remembers. he remembers certain things or facts y/n tells him, so when he does talk, he has context on what topic y/n is talking about.

he's a good friend, maybe ricky would like to be something more than friends, but he can't say anything because he feels embarrassed. he knows y/n is understanding, but every time he did try to say something, he quickly shut himself up in fear of sounding stupid.

he just stays quiet.

but then, a flower died.

y/n took care of the flowers in his garden like they were his children, his grandparents were too old now to take care of their own garden, so y/n took up that responsibility.

so when one of them died, it was.. weird to say the least.

"i can't believe it, this is so weird?" his statement comes out as more of a question than anything, as he stares at the dead tulip out of place in his garden of blooming flowers. "it was just fine yesterday?"

ricky stares, he's never liked the sight of dead flowers. it gives him chills, like how an actual corpse would, though his expression doesn't falter one bit, his heart breaks at the sight of it.

"i'm sorry" ricky suddenly says, words barely a whisper. y/n perks up, looking over at him, he tilts his head to the side, as if confused on why ricky would feel the need to apologize.

"what?" he asks, and ricky pauses. he doesn't know why he feels the need to apologize, he just does, he feels in his heart as if he did something to blame, as if the tulip dying was his fault.

"i'm just.. sorry" he whispers again, y/n blinks, and ricky can't decipher what he feels this time. he hopes y/n isn't mad, constantly apologizing is a bad habit of his, and he doesn't want to be a nuisance. "your flower died".

"it's okay!" y/n quickly reassures, like he's done a thousand times before. he pats his back, a smile coming to his face.

still, there's a feeling of a guilt that washes over ricky.

y/n keeps the enthusiasm, though, as he always does, but there's something bothering ricky, his feelings.

he wonders, wonders what y/n feels, what y/n thinks of him, is he annoyed? tired? done with him?

he wonders everyday.

his flowers keep withering, dying. y/n is clearly confused on why they are, he's a good gardener, everyone knows that. so why do his flowers keep dying? it makes no sense.

ricky watches as he gets more and more confused by the sudden withering, especially in the middle of spring. he wonders if his unsaid love has something to do with it, but he feels stupid thinking such things, because why would it?

he gets consumed in his thoughts as he listens to his parents argue about money. the two of them barely ever acknowledge his presence, even if he's sitting right there, do they care? no, they're too busy negotiating with investors.

everything goes by in a flash, and the next second, he finds himself at y/n's house. he always goes there for solace, comfort. y/n is willing to let him sit there silently, he never judges him for things that are apart of his character.

"your parents are fighting again?"

of course they are. ricky doesn't have to say anything for y/n to know what happened, he just stays silent, and y/n knows what his answer is due to that silence.

"do you want me to get you something?"

"no.. no i'm fine".

"do you wanna talk about it?"

ricky goes silent, he clasps his hands together. he bites his inner cheek, and y/n simply laughs. "it's okay" he says in a hushed tone, pulling his sleeves to cover his hands as ricky simply stares at him.

did y/n notice how much of a loving gaze ricky was staring at him with? ricky is sure he would notice if anyone, let alone his best friend, stared at him with such loving eyes.

maybe he needed to be more obvious.

nope, never mind, throw that plan out of the window.

if ricky did get rejected, then being obvious would be insanely embarrassing and he would never live it down.

so, he resorted to the next best thing, what he always does—

staying silent and keeping his feelings reserved.

y/n is a talker, so it's not overly silent when he's around, ricky usually enjoys the peace and quiet but y/n's voice relaxes him to an unexpected extent.

they're doing what they always do, y/n rambles about his hobbies, waters his plants, and all that jazz whilst ricky listens, listens to everything he says even if he doesn't really get it all that much.

"ricky can i show you something?"

ricky hums, nodding. he hears y/n's footsteps shuffling closer to him and he suddenly grabs his wrist. ricky finally pays attention and notices that y/n is putting a bracelet on his wrist.

"so, do you like it?" he inquires. "i know your used to fancier stuff being rich and all—"

"no no" ricky shakes his head, cutting into y/n's words. "it's beautiful, i love it" he replies honestly, examining the bracelet on his wrist, one which y/n had made himself.

y/n smiles, humming. he rubs his eyes, staring up at ricky, and ricky feels like he's gonna faint.

"ricky?"

"yes?"

"do you like me?"

ricky is in disbelief, not only because he answered his question with another question, but because of said question. trust and believe, if ricky knew that he knew he would've never beat himself up about it, he's just in shock—

"um.. why are you asking?"

"because i like you!" y/n squeaks, covering his mouth right away. "and i don't wanna be wrong in thinking you like me then get hurt.." he mutters, he momentarily looks away from ricky to gather his thoughts.

"also, i don't wanna be mean, but it seems kind of obvious.."

ricky thinks his face is completely red at this point, and he wouldn't blame y/n for laughing at his face because of how flustered he is. he blinks, not knowing how to respond, though his answer seemed pretty obvious.

"yeah, yeah i do like you, thanks for figuring it out".

y/n covers his mouth as he laughs again, ricky feels his face go red and he covers it with his hands.

"aww, you look so cute".

at least they had a happy ending.

AUTHORS NOTE — do you guys wanna know how long this shit has been rotting in my drafts?? the ending was literally so bland omg i hate myself but it's ricky sooooooo

#shen quanrui #zerobaseone #ricky zerobaseone #ricky zb1 #ricky imagines #zb1 #ricky x reader #male reader #mlm #kpop imagines #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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bella-rose29 · 1 year ago

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Reminders of her - George Karim x gn!reader

requested by anon: George Karim x reader (established relationship) where one of the Visitors they have to seal is the reader’s dead mom or sister or father (whichever you want)

I am so so sorry that this has taken me forever to write, I have been swamped with assignments and work and then a period of no imagination whatsoever, so I'm very sorry about that anon! I also had no clue how to end it so sorry about that too

I tried to make this gn (since no gender was specified), but there may be a slip up or two so I'm sorry if there is <3

Hopefully this is roughly what you wanted anon!

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: mentions of character death (reader's mother) and dealing with grief, mentions of cancer (non-specific, but it's not aggressive).

Tag list: idk who wants to be tagged for George tbh (let me know if you do!) <3

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The inhabitants of 35 Portland Row were all relaxing in their various rooms when the doorbell sounded, startling everyone.

Lockwood hurried to the door, trying his best to not look too disgruntled in front of a possible client, but when he pulled the door open to see Y/n he gave up trying to rub the tea stain off the bottom of his shirt.

"Oh, hi. Everything alright?" They didn't say anything, head dipped so that Lockwood couldn't see their face, but when he heard the slight sniffles coming from Y/n he ushered them inside, immediately calling for George. Lockwood wasn't the best at dealing with people crying, and he'd had to learn for his job, but given Y/n was George's partner he figured he had a free pass this time. The boy in question came thundering down the stairs barely a minute later, pulling his jeans all the way up as he did so and fastening his belt before bringing Y/n into a crushing hug. Lucy appeared at the top of the stairs, peering at the scene in front of her, and when she saw her best friend crying she hurried into the kitchen to start making tea. Lockwood was left to stand awkwardly to the side, hands stuffed in his pockets while George comforted his partner.

"What's wrong, Y/n/n?" George asked, pulling back slightly to wipe away their tears. They sniffled a little bit, small sobs still breaking through as their chest heaved, trying to get the words out.

"It's- it's my mum," they broke off into tears again, hiding their face in George's t-shirt. "She- she's, uh... I need your help," they finished in a whisper, turning to look at Lockwood, and suddenly everything made sense.

"Where is she?" Lockwood asked softly, making eye contact with George. The two boys led Y/n into the kitchen, sitting them down at the table and providing a plate of biscuits (George was a compete hypocrite about the biscuit rule when it came to his partner). Lucy brought over a cup of tea, placing it down in front of Y/n with a small smile.

"Sort of just... everywhere. In the whole house. I don't know why she's only just turning up now, she's been dead for eight months."

"It doesn't always make sense," George said, pushing his glasses up. "We can come over tonight if you like, right Lockwood?"

The company head nodded, sympathetic smile on his face when Y/n looked his way, and Lucy murmured her agreement.

"That's decided then. We'll come over tonight and try and put her to rest completely, yeah?" Lockwood declared, and Y/n nodded, wiping the last of their tears away.

"Yeah, alright. Thank you."

~~~

That night, just before sunset, the four of them headed over to Y/n's house (the members of Lockwood and Co had refused to let them go back, insisting that they stayed until they were properly cheered up), kit bags slung over shoulders and rapiers at their hips. Y/n went without, having barely any Talent, clutching the silver rod that George had gifted them as a defence. Lucy and Lockwood strode ahead, George hanging back with Y/n as they dawdled.

"You alright?"

"I don't really know. I mean, she died of cancer, so that shouldn't really mean that she comes back as a Visitor, right? She died in her sleep, peacefully, and spent her last couple of months seemingly happy."

George was quiet for a while, debating what to say. He often had a habit of putting his foot in it, being the socially awkward person that he was, and dating Y/n had meant that he'd found himself thinking before he spoke much more. At first, he'd barely spoken to them when it was just the two of them, being too scared that he'd say something wrong and never see them again, but when they'd admitted that his blunt attitude was one of the things they most adored about him, he'd opened up more. Still, in situations like this a little thinking was required, especially since his partner's dead mother coming back as a ghost was the topic of conversation.

"Generally, Visitors seem to come back for unfinished business. Maybe she just wants to say good bye?"

"She had months for that though." Y/n was worrying their bottom lip in their teeth, a habit that had become more frequent since their mother's death.

"I really don't know, Y/n/n. Once we're there, though, I'm sure I will," he said, offering a small smile as they turned down their street. Y/n tried a smile of their own, but the worry was still there, growing with every step closer to their house the agents got.

"Come on you two, we're losing time!" Lockwood called, and George rolled his eyes.

"Ignore him. Those two can do without us for a bit if they need to. You alright? You're looking a bit pale."

"I- I'm fine, Georgie. I'm just... not really looking forward to this."

"I get it. Hey," he called, brushing his hand against Y/n's. "We'll sort it, yeah?" He linked their hands, and Y/n smiled properly, the action lighting up their face.

"Yeah. Thank you, George," they replied earnestly, planting a kiss on his cheek.

~~~

Y/n was worried.

It had been an hour since Lockwood, Lucy and George had set up, and while Y/n stayed in the kitchen, surrounded by the defences and armed with the silver that George had handed over earlier ("Just in case," he'd said, no hint of humour in his expression), the three agents had been eerily silent. They'd heard the creak of an occasional floorboard, and a whisper of voices from the living, but aside from that anybody observing the situation would think that Y/n was alone in the house.

They had zoned out a few minutes ago, getting bored of standing and waiting with nothing to do, when suddenly a figure appeared in the doorway.

"Mum?"

Their voice was shaking, damn it. Y/n had promised that they wouldn't get too scared, but the possibility of seeing their mother (and the further chance that their mother would try and attack them) was terrifying.

The figure crept closer, glowing faintly, and Y/n held their breath. It stopped just inside the doorway, and distantly Y/n heard themselves calling for George. Everything else was a haze. Time seemed to stop as the two of them observed each other, and while Y/n could feel a chill creeping up, the warmth they felt at seeing their mother's face again made it seem insubstantial. The trance was broken when Y/n was shoved to the floor, George landing on top as Lockwood and Lucy fought back against the now violent ghost of Y/n's mother.

"Are you alright? Y/n? Y/N?"

"Stop shouting! I'm fine," they huffed, unsure why George seemed so panicked.

"You were very nearly permanently ghost-locked, idiot!" Y/n's eyes widened.

"W-what? But I was fine! I didn't- I didn't think I was there for that long, was I?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but when we came in you were glazing over. I tried calling out to you but you weren't responding."

"Oh, so that's why you rugby tackled me to the floor." George leapt into action again at that, pushing up and offering a hand out to Y/n. Lockwood and Lucy had found the Source, and now the agency head stood with a small object wrapped in a silver net. "Is that... is that her?" Lockwood nodded.

"A comb, of all things. Luce says it was her favourite?"

"The one with the fake pearls in it?" Y/n asked, unable to tear their eyes off of the object.

"Yeah, looked like it. She um, she showed me something else," Lucy spoke, a little tentative. Y/n gestured for Lucy to continue, and the girl lead the two of them upstairs to their parents' bedroom. "There was a moment when she uh, she pointed to this drawer. There was a letter inside, addressed to you. I think she wrote it for you, and wanted you to have it. Did you know about it?"

Y/n shook their head. "No. I had no idea." Carefully they opened the drawer and lifted out the envelope inside, trying desperately to hold back the tears at seeing their mother's handwriting.

"Do you... do you wanna read it now? Because I can give you some space if you do," Lucy asked gently, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder.

"Please, thanks Lucy." The girl wrapped them in a hug, tight and crushing, and when she pulled away she wiped the tears off of Y/n's cheeks.

"We'll be in the kitchen if you need anything, alright?" Y/n nodded, sitting down on the bed when Lucy had shut the door behind her with a soft click and opening the letter.

~~~

A short while later a knock sounded on the door, and George's messy curls poked in, followed by the rest of his body. "Hey, how are you doing?" He came over and sat down next to them, placing an arm around their shoulders and bringing them in for a slightly awkward hug.

"I'm okay. I think," Y/n frowned.

"What... what did the letter say?"

"Just about how much she loves me, and how proud she is of me. It's funny, it doesn't feel like she's gone a lot of the time, but every now and then I'll see something that makes me think of her and I just... I have to stop myself from breaking down." They paused for a moment. "The paper smells like her. It's nice to have this, as a reminder of her."

George didn't say anything, instead just stroking their back, and they were glad for the comfort. He might have a tendency to say the wrong thing sometimes, or accidentally offend people, but George was a damn good partner, and Y/n was glad that he was there to help them.

The two of them headed downstairs a few minutes later, finding Lockwood and Lucy arguing about what the best kind of biscuit was over cups of freshly made tea. George joined the argument, gesturing wildly as he fought for his biscuit of choice, and Y/n could only chuckle slightly at their partner's antics. They gladly accepted the mug of tea that Lucy pushed their way, and smiled at the three agents gathered in their kitchen.

Their mother might be gone, leaving a hole in Y/n's heart, but these three people in front of them were just what was needed to fill it.

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #george karim x you #george karim x reader

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bucknastysbabe · 2 years ago

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your pegging fic with bucky was SO FUCKING GOOD. can you please do another one?? like im literally so into it i was drooling the whole time

as for plot, just making him cry again LOL and overall just having him be a mess because

we love that for him.

thank you thank you thank you!

Bro I am so sorry I have no clue how this escalated. You have another free Bucky railing fic that doesn’t include my brain going wild. But he do be crying and a complete mess. Thanks for asking and I hope you are at the LEAST entertained!

Goes along with Praise Kink

Shadowplay - Joy Division

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3,882

Tags: TW‼️WHUMP, DEAD DOVE, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS, OFF SCREEN SUI‼️, Everyone is crazy, the reader is having a Hydra Life Crisis, Lots of ass play, pegging(m!receiving), fem dom, reader is ace spectrum, Bucky is a crybaby overstimulated touchstarved Angel, praise kink, slight dacry, angst ANGST ANGSTTTTT, switching pov’s like me in bed, they do a little Russian it’s called they do a little Russian, Hydra!Reader

A/N: idk man I’m just a vessel, also just liked the idea of there being a lead up to Buckbuck being like I Cannot Compute Anymore You Assholes then his boyfriend Steve saves the day💞 HC: Pierce likes Bucky be in emotional pain so sends him to her thinking he’ll kill the reader. Translations under cut

Russian translations: Милый (dear), блять (bitch/whore), глупая девчонка (foolish girl), Малыш (baby/bb boy), Умница (good boy), да (yes), хуй (cock), Трахни меня (fuck me), командир (commander), Спасибо (thanks/ty), зимний солдат (winter soldier)

To the center of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you.

To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you

The asset knew he had to report to his Komandir. That’s what happened every mission. They tried to tell the asset that Rumlow was his handler now. Rumlow was not his handler. Komandir was. But she had been gone for some time and he needed her back. The strike team leader was reckless and too bloodthirsty, not calculating enough. The asset could not say that out loud.

He trudged through dark alleys and poorly lit streets, rain pelting down on his leather tactical gear.

Nice Komandir. She was nice. The asset had unregulated emotions for her. He needed maintenance badly. First, the asset must give the mission report to her. The fake handler would be monitoring for the asset now, with their dogs and strike team.

Strike team would not find the asset. He will return himself after reporting to Komandir. The asset got intel on her whereabouts. She was relocated in New York under a new alias. The asset could almost smell her, see her, if he focused enough.

His boots slapped through a puddle before launching up a fire escape. The rain poured down harder— threatening to fill up the alley like an ocean. The asset would swim until his lungs gave out. The Director couldn’t take her away, putting her in an swarm of people or in the deepest cave. Because the asset would find her. She had to be locked up. She would never leave the asset.

They took her— he’d decided earlier after reporting to the pretender. The asset’s morale was sinking fast under Rumlow. That’s when the Director informed the asset on his Komandir. The Director had waved a hand dismissively, “Go find her then, do what you must and come back.” He didn’t understand but went out anyways.

I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you.

In a room with a window in the corner, I found truth.

Soldat climbed higher and higher until he was outside her window. He’d memorized it over and over and over and over. The asset grappled onto the thin balcony with a jump, using the moment to swing himself onto the platform. His covered eyes gathered the limited surroundings. A couple of flowerpots, an ashtray on the windowsill, and her familiar face gaping in the window.

The asset wanted to weep, kneel, receive her perfect touch. The asset only got stabs, bloody thrusts, and punches between his bloodshot eyes. Then wiped and put on ice. Although he hadn’t been put on ice much since transitioning to the United States. They had lots of people to get rid of before that. So the Director wiped him more often.

The window opened and her familiar rasp rang out in the rainy night, “Sweet soldier. You must be cold. Come in.” The asset nodded dumbly, shoving himself precariously through the window, contorting his broad shoulders and thighs to get through. Inside was a silent, thinly furnished room.

Cigarette stubbed beside the couch, the television playing something. His blues caught on a blanket and book, her handgun laid on top. Air blew the curtains softly from the window in the corner. The asset whimpered, “Where did you go Komandir?,” he fell to padded knees, “I cannot comply when Rumlow doesn’t have clearance for mission report.”

She cooed and stood tall as always, only clad in a thin gown. Komandir’s lips turned down at the mention of Rumlow. Her hands brushed his cheeks. Off came the goggles, then the mask. The asset’s wide blue eyes followed her obediently. One of her calloused thumbs strummed against his stubbled jaw. She said, “Sweetheart, I’m not officially your handler, not your Komandir anymore.”

He nuzzled into her hand, lips already wobbling. Why would they replace the best Komandir? She learned from Vasily Karpov, Vasily from…from. He couldn’t remember— there had been so many. One that smelled of aftershave and two older men with glasses that made him feel very cold.

She sighed, “They said I wasn’t worth their time sweet boy. I had to go.” The asset believed her, Komandir always told the truth. She knelt down and smiled, tears welling in her eyes. “You’re a star, precious, you shine so bright that not everyone can keep up with it.”

He replied, a ghostly whisper if anything, “The left me to Agent Rumlow. You couldn’t stay under him?”

Fear laced her stern features for the first time. The asset grew uneasy. His programming was screaming, “Maintenance! MAINTENANCE!” Her heart rate spiked rapidly while the agent fumbled for words. He gripped her wrist to bark, “You defected then! You defected like a coward and left me,” a sob tore his throat, “with them!”

His silver hand wrenched Komandir‘s other wrist towards him, her grunting in pain. Her breasts heaved as she panted. The asset glared her down, so many emotions swirling he felt he may explode. She lied to him. Why would she lie to him? Her star.

“Soldat. Status Report please,” she quavered.

Soldat’s tight shoulders relaxed minutely as he listed off, “Physical functions one-hundred percent. Maintenance required as soon as possible. Confusion, dangerously elevated norepinephrine, panic, traumatic response, and- and-,” he bit his tongue to stare. Komandir’s face was wrought with grief.

She murmured, climbing into the asset’s lap, “I need you to slow down comrade. It’s just you and me right now,” she pet his long locks to elicit that chest deep purr, “Can I tell you what happened while I get you clean sweet boy?”

The asset’s lids dropped at her soft body, familiar scent, and wise words. His plump lips trembled while whining, “P-please. I-I’m becoming…defective.”

“I know,” she soothed, “I know.”

In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more.

As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor.

As the former agent pet her broken star her chest constricted with emotions. Pierce knew. The bond between asset and handler had grown entirely too close. He’d spat at her, “That thing is a weapon, not a puppy for you to coddle.” She wanted to tell the Director that a person could only go so long under this treatment before snapping completely. Render them useless to the plan. Whatever that may be.

Surprisingly Pierce had demoted her down to the lowest strike team squadron and elevated the prick Rumlow to be the next handler. The Director’s shiny teeth looked like fangs as he spoke, “I’ll keep you around because of your…skills. Any infractions you’re dead.”

So the former Komandir was a grunt again, under Strike Team Omega. They mainly went around sabotaging small terrorist cells. Soldat whined under her hand again, the woman tilting his wide eyes up. She frowned. Poor baby looked so broken, so lost. He had no clue he was going to leave here without his Komandir.

“Take off your gear, precious,” she ordered.

The Russian divested soldat of his guns and knives, laying them out on a neat line. She asked, “How much are they putting you on ice sweet boy?” His blues grew disoriented as he thought. Mechanical as ever, Soldat’s hands divested his leather top.

“Not much. More wipes. Something is coming.”

Something was coming. Maybe not now but in a couple of years. Pierce had something big. There was a reason scientists were holed up in one the hangars, crews building day and night. So they were over-using the soldier to make sure nothing crept out.

She thumbed the seam of scars along the asset’s prosthetic, the other’s hands jolting at the sensation. His pretty lips opened to whimper. Komandir unbuckled his belt and hummed, “They demoted me. I was with a lower strike team. I couldn’t take it anymore. W-without you I cannot provide anything useful for the greater cause.”

The woman remembered her last point. They were in Zagreb celebrating after a arms dealing commune was torn to shreds. Instead of going home, the team helped themselves to the women in trafficking. Assassins, warriors— dancing fools with these broken women. The former handler left and didn’t look back. She knew nothing. Hydra had a purpose once. It grew rancid just like everything else.

And with cold steel, odor on their bodies made a move to connect.

But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.

Alone in the world again. The Komandir wandered and wandered. Somehow always getting roped back into the underbelly of civilization. She told the silent asset about it. He seemed just as lost contemplating free will.

“I joined a couple of syndicates, former KGB, some widows. I moved around the states and just found no one had a goal. I just try to get by now, my sweet. It’s not pretty out there.”

She wiped her nose, “And to think I’d always dreamed of having you to myself forever. Sick. Selfish.”

I did everything, everything I wanted to.

I let them use you for their own ends.

Tears welled in Komandir’s eyes. She pulled his huge frame close and cried into greasy hair. “I should have got you back, kept you safe, get Hydra back to stage one,” her voice cracked, “I don’t know. I just ran and left them to break you down even more. I-I-I-I’m so sorry Милый, I’m so sorry.”

The Russian knew how this would end. She would die and be a remnant of something unattainable. Perfect was unattainable. Soldat was the closest she would witness and that’s enough. She stroked his wide back with gentle circles, sobs dying.

Soldat’s voice was a dull rasp in the pitch room.

“What would you have me do, Komandir?”

He looked so hopeful. Rage filled her heart, cracking and blistering from exposure. Run with me, start anew, kill that блять Pierce. The woman sat back and put on a smile. She purred, “I would have you relax and let me take care of you, sweetness.”

The asset nodded, unlacing his boots, plates in his arm clacking and humming. The woman thumbed his delicate nose, the thin skin under a once bright blue eye. She whispered, “Such a pretty soldat, perfect soldat.” Silent tears slid down her face. Vasily was probably in a hideout shaking his head. глупая девчонка.

She said, “I’m going to get the bath running, just lay your clothes out and join me,” she shushed his panicked noise, “Just around the corner Малыш.” She padded through the small apartment, ignoring the state of it. Soldat likely cared.

The former agent ran it scalding hot, throwing some lavender in there. She readied a towel and fluffed it. The bath tub was small, but she wanted to pamper her perfect star anyways. She worried her lip, he seemed to be cracking, bad. Too much time off ice and repeated wipes have not been studied. Komandir had never heard him speak so much, all that raw emotion.

Soldat’s hulking frame shadowed the doorway. Knelt down the Komandir beckoned him over. He gracefully clambered into the tub, sitting down with a grimace.

“Too hot?”

“No. I like it hot,” he murmured.

Her eyes roved the beauty of his body, stopping on heated cheeks, full lips, bulky chest, and that beautiful cock. It laid on his belly, a deep red and leaking. His balls were tight but she could see the stress, the heaviness of it. Supersoldiers needed to cum much more than the average man.

The woman grabbed a cup and dunked it to fill it up. Her other hand cupped his knee, thumbing the soft inside. Soldat whimpered again, dark lashes fluttering. She poured the water over his oily dark hair, doing it again until it was soaked.

“Lean up baby.”

She poured some cheap shampoo into her palm, lathering it up. The asset groaned deep in his chest at the contact— nails scritch-scratching away the oils and dirt. He stated, “I’m not supposed to remember you.” His watchful orbs looked up.

“You’re not supposed to remember that you’re not supposed to remember, Умница.”

He bit down on his lip and warbled, “I’m s-scared Komandir. I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

You’re falling apart.

“Shh, baby, in the moment now, in the moment.”

He stilled but Soldat’s eyes had that ingrained wide-eyed fear. She washed the suds out and combed through the tangles, earning some pretty sighs. The Komandir found herself lecturing, “What the Americans do not get…you have to make sure your weap- agents are clean and cared for.”

She hissed while scrubbing his wide shoulders and neck, littered with yellowed bruises, “They don’t take care of their prized fist, that’s why poor soldat is feeling down.” He nodded along, shoulders relaxing minutely. Komandir washed down his arms, digging out the blood encrusted into the plates.

She did the rest methodically: Wash the feet, move down to the toes, calves, thighs. Stop. Soldat was mewling and squirming, face trained on her. His lips wobbled, brow furrowed in agony. The asset whined, “Komandir, please, need your touch, help me.” She ran a hand slowly down his trembling belly, palming the swollen cock.

“Soon, Малыш,” she promised.

His bitten lips pouted, but her good boy always listened. She stated, “I was blind that Hydra would keep the original goal alive. I felt more confident leaving knowing that. But I was wrong, sweet baby. You’re the key and they don’t know it.”

Komandir pulled out a straight razor and shaving cream. She shaved his stubble while continuing, “You will be the one to change Hydra. Burn it into the ground or rise above the sham it’s become. That’s your reality, and the time will come. You must not fail now dear soldat.”

He steeled himself, relaxing under orders, vague as they are. She knew Soldat knew he had to wait for the perfect moment. The brunette thanked her in the softest voice when she wiped off his newly cleaned cheeks. The woman cooed, “Never seen a prettier baby. Turn over so I can get everything.”

By the time she’d cleaned and prepped the soldier out he was a mess. He’d come once already, scrabbling at the tile and wailing in ecstasy. Poor thing wasn’t done. Now dry, her perfect soldier rutted against her soft, soft thigh. His pink lips were sealed around her nipple, whining and suckling.

She pulled at his long locks and said, “As a gift,“ she tapped his cleft chin, “Do you want your Komandir to fuck your sweet hole?” The Russian wouldn’t mention it was a final gift. He babbled in multiple languages but the message was clear— fuck me. She smiled down at his teary cheeks and cooed, “Eager baby. I’ll show you what it’s like to be fucked. Not like those jackasses.”

“Mmmh-pleaseee,” the brunette wantonly begged. He rutted against the bedding while the Komandir moved to a chest in the room. The asset drooled, spreading his thick thighs to draaag his achy cock against the too-soft material— eliciting an annoyed whine.

“Almost there my star,” she laughed. There were some noises of clipping and leather. To their ears it sounded like a gun belt or harness of sorts.

She clicked the heavy black silicone into place. There was no other side to stimulate the woman. Same as it always was, it was her precious boy’s pleasure to take, not her own.

Ambling over to the bedside she asked, “Front or back sweetheart?”

“Front, front, front!,” he babbled.

“Okay. When you see me and change your mind just say so baby.”

He made a confused gesture but flipped onto his back, exposing that pretty pink cock again. Drool actively collected on his plump lips at the sight of Komandir’s strap. He obviously had never seen anything like it. Scarred hands gave it a slow stroke, fingers barely able to meet around the girth.

“Well?”

The asset whined her name thinly, begging for her to take him. She climbed upon the bed one knee at a time, hand on the cock, eyes heady and glued on the trembling soldier. She purred, “Are you sure you want it? Reaaaally think baby boy, there’s freedom of choice under all that mess.”

She tried to play it across seductively but the true meaning was laid bare. Soldat’s eyes flicked about the heavy silicone, throat bobbing in anticipation. He began to speak, faltered, frustrated tears welling up. Finally with his head down the soldier croaked, “Please, want you, please.”

“I’ve got you.”

To the center of the city in the night, waiting for you.

She stripped off the gown and tossed it to the dingy carpet. The woman crawled between his legs and kissed a path up to his waiting mouth, puckered tightly. He was vibrating with need, huge arms circling around Komandir’s slim waist. He closed the gap, licking into her open lips.

The woman seized Soldat’s throat with a loose grip, just to stabilize the inevitable freefall. The brunette’s lips were insistent, demanding— like he was trying to take her soul. She moaned lowly, twisting around his probing tongue easily, lips wetly smacking. She nipped his lip playfully, squeezing his veined throat.

The soldier cried out, teeth gnashing against hers as he kissed and kissed and sucked. The soft skin of Komandir’s belly rubbed against Soldat’s achy need, sending pin pricks of pleasure to overstimulated nerves. When she suckled on his tongue, the titanium arm shifted with a shrill whine.

She pulled back breathless, patting the hand once round Soldat’s throat on his sweaty chest. He mewled in frustration, rutting his cock into the air, no release on the horizon. The Russian cooed, “More kisses soon needy boy. You want my cock in you, да?”

Soldat nodded, tears dripping like a leaky faucet down his red red cheeks. The assassin spread his legs wide open, tucking heels against the meat of his ass. Komandir crooned, “Look at you, precious thing, all open and ready for my хуй.”

“Трахни меня! Fuck me!,” he sobbed.

She shushed him with a slight slap to a muscular thigh, wrapping them up around her hips afterward. A once-manicured hand guided the fake cock to the asset’s pink hole, glistening and ready with slick. He babbled, “Oh please- need it, командир, please!”

Without a pause she jabbed the entire length into his eager ass, pretty soldat crying in relief, ripping his big hands through the shitty sheets. She thrust into him deeper, before pulling out with a lurid squelch, then diving back in twice as hard.

The Komandir poured all over her anger, heartache, stupid stupid love, agony into the brutal fucking. The asset’s brown locks bounced around as he drooled and moaned like a slip of a thing getting her pussy split in half. He was in paradise. The woman grunted, smoothing her palms up his ridged torso, “Singing so sweetly baby, you feeling good star?”

“Y-yes,” he choked on his spit, “Gonna cum!”

She cocked her head in surprise, not missing a beat, “So soon, after I milked you out in the tub too? Greedy babe.” More tears leaked at the humiliation, the asset pulling her on top of his writhing body. He nuzzled into her sweaty hair, panting, “Mmmfuck, more, always more, never enough from you Komandir.”

Finding her own eyes growing wet the woman fucked him harder, shaking hand rolling his still swollen balls around. The asset mewled in her hair, getting it sticky with spit. His back was tightly arched as he clung to her. Behavior one wouldn’t see out of a six foot, two-hundred something pound killing machine.

He whimpered, “M’cumming, cumming for you, fuck!”

She seized his newly shaved chin and pressed damp foreheads together. The Russian breathed, “C’mon then, paint me up my precious. Good boys like you get to cum all they want.” He fell apart beautifully, all violent twitches of big muscles and the bloody biting of lips. Cum plastered her belly and even tits. The asset cried for his Komandir, trembling as she licked his tears up.

A feeling of time slipping struck the woman in the chest. In a fervent frenzy she coaxed him onto his belly, the soldier still dazed from the earlier release. The woman propped his ass up, praising the greatest creation of Hydra through her tears.

Die between his beautiful thighs.

She slid back into his sore hole, thumbing around the rim as she watched the stretch. Soldat snuffled, “Спасибо, Спасибо, Спасибо.” The brunette rutted back onto her brutal thrusts, bracing himself on his arms. Constant noises dried his mouth out but everything felt so good. His Komandir, back again to take care of the asset.

The Komandir was drilling his sweet spot dead-on now, moaning softly in delight. She pulled at her precious baby’s engorged cock and cooed in his ear, “Taking me so well, that’s my boy. I love you. You’re going to do big things,” he sobbed and spread out sluttily, “Bigger than me, Rumlow, Director, the whole lot of them.”

The asset was mewling and babbling, nose runny from how overwhelmed his body was. Everything felt like it was getting fucked on his touchstarved body. The cum getting forced out of his balls was spreading all over Komandir’s bed. But he was listening to her words, trying to, hard when he was about to explode.

“Promise me зимний солдат,” she whispered, “Promise me that when the chance comes you take it, okay sweetling? Do it for your Komandir who loves her star very much.” The woman couldn’t hide the crack in her voice at the end. Those gorgeous blues gazed at her like she was good, whole, someone who hung the moon and stars.

“глупая девчонка”, Vasily would say.

The woman kissed his blubbering lips to stop herself from crumpling. He panted, “I promise, I promise Komandir. I will cuh-comply.” He was puffing out weak cries now, twisting underneath her clumsy strokes. She swiped her thumb over the red hot tip of the asset’s cock and watched him spill for a third time, crumpling with a cracking wail. Only a bit spurted out this time.

The Komandir pressed her lips to the center of his spine, chest heaving. She sounded like a broken machine at this point. “Promise me, promise me precious star.” He wept, “I promise, I do, I love you, always follow my Komandir.”

The once prideful woman knew that was the last words her boy should utter. She eased out of his overtaxed hole, shushing him and holding on to that sweet little mewl for dear life. She took off the harness, aware of the soldier waiting. The woman would cuddle up for now, letting the soldier gather her up in his warm embrace. She snuggled tight, imprinting this moment into her soul.

His breath petered out into slow puff, mumbling ‘love you’ sleepily. The Komandir slid from his embrace, padding to the kitchen. Her heart was eerily calm. She knew this had to occur for the greatest creation of Hydra to rise above. His pain would fuel the fire of the future.

She scrawled out a letter, sweet as could be, apologizing for everything. The woman knew she deserved death. She wouldn’t make him do it. Ripping off the Hydra insignia necklace she kept on her neck was placed on the letter.

The woman moved the the couch and grabbed the gun. Shift, click, pray for me soldat, pull.

To the center of the city in the night, waiting for you.

#READ THE TW AND TAGS #answered asks #bucky is touch starved #ws bucky gets his ass rammed #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #hydra trash party #hydra reader #angsty angst angst #songfic

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 1 year ago

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I was bored, so... The Gardener theory! I've scrolled all the fairy au posts down to the start bc not all of the y/n posts have gardener tag, and now I can say exactly. From the very beginning ppl wanted to make a y/n fairy, then somebody offered to make a y/n human, and then it growed to the idea of a gardener/naturalist (sorry no link I accidently closed the browser window and I don't want to scroll down again ''ToT). Next post was the reference of y/n as we know them now. Also, there was some lore hints, and I figured out it could be important.

1. The Gardener is related to Nan theory. (all the info is from this post) We had a gardener grandmother, "You seemed to have inherited your 3rd great grandmother's green thumb". Is it Nan??? It is possible! Now, hear me out- "Inheriting this old house"? Nan's one?? She bequeathed her house to her grandchildren! Still no info where do we have this house from though "The grounds are perfect for growing all sorts of plants". These 'all sort of plants' grew in the Nan's garden, too "you live on the outskirts of a beautiful forest, surrounded by fields". Not sure where was Nan's house standing, but I remember she had to ride (a bike? still can't remember) to get to the closest town. Also, in the latest ask about is the gardener related to Nan Meg answered she can't say it directly, and said "But the clues are out there". HERE'S THE CLUES I LISTED GUYS HOW CAN'T YOU-

2. Moon and Lunar are in danger and Sun don't know where they are theory. Let's get back to the beginning again. Somebody asked if y/n was a child and they found the boys after the eclipse (sorry no link again) and OH BOY THIS IS GONNA BE FUN- And back to the reference. "But one day, after the events of a solar eclipse and a sudden forest fire, your life is about to change as you make the most unexpected of friends." SOLAR F*CKING ECLIPSE. HIM. So, now we know that the veil will be open one day, and that the fairy Voldemort is gonna have some fun. Moving forward, this post. "But I have a couple of more stories in the AU to get through first. Including the start of yours, the Gardener". So, the start of our story will be without Eclipse And finally, this newer post. On the doodle in the right lower corner Sun is quite battered and injured. The theory is he's the only one of the fairies who managed to escape the forest fire, and the lunar fairies are still in there. Also, he has Moon's sword, idk why- Most likely, the gardener offered Sun help. "This should help while you recover." About "Don't worry, we'll find him" doodle. Why him? Not them? We know exactly that Lunar is also around by this time. So, hear me out- Sun may think Moon is dead, and he's referring only to Lunar. That could explain why does he have his sword. He can't feel his brother currently, maybe he's in coma or the distance is too big. So, here was my theories.

#answered ask #fairy au #dca fairy au #fairy au theories #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare au #the gardener #gardener y/n #him #nan #the witch #sundrop fairy #moondrop fairy #lunar fairy #solar eclipse

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imaginespazzi · 3 months ago

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Finallyyyyy, chapter 7. I was dying waiting for it and now I'm already dying waiting for the next so I guess this week will be filled with rereading and rereading the whole fic until chapter 8 comes. Anyways here we go, thoughts on this one:

-Drew. Oh boy. I'm assuming we won't see him in chapter 8 since it'll probably be composed mostly of the day at the bar. The morning, then the bar itself, who ends up in whose bed; and you'll most likely add a lil flashback to something somehow relevant since you've done that for every chapter except 4. But so reunion in chapter 9? or 10? I don't know but I wanna see him reunite with Azzi and meet Stephie. Apparently he was irritated at Paige's decision to go to the GSV, the Drew from 6 years ago probably would've loved and encouraged the idea, if he hadn't come up with it himself. I feel like the fact it irritated him instead shows he's learnt to live without Azzi and the Fudds now, but like Paige wonders if he has, might've still not fully forgiven her and Azzi for taking that away from him. As in, I think it took him a lot of time to adapt and if he's angry at Azzi, it's really only cause he spent so much time missing her, if that makes sense. So if/when we get their reunion scene, I'm expecting him to first be angry, maybe throwing certain questions at Azzi before breaking down. I wonder if Stephie knows who Drew is? That picture is on the stairwell clearly, but maybe she's never really noticed him. If not, I'm really excited to see her reaction to a boy she has no clue about, hugging and possibly crying in the arms of the woman who's probably a sort of sister/mother to him, her mother. Basically, I really want some Drew, Paige and Azzi scenes and Stephie's reaction to the dynamic of the 3; and some Drew and Stephie scenes.

-"But she doesn’t quite know this place, couldn’t tell you where to find the sugar or where the utensils were kept" this was just written beautifully in my opinion idk, just wanted to show some appreciation for it.

-"“They’ve all missed you, you know,” Tallulah says softly, “they try not to do it too much around Azzi but it’s always ��oh Paige would’ve loved this’ or ‘did you catch that bucket Paige made last night’." They try not to do it too much around Azzi. I just wanted to add this because I think it sorta confirms my suspicions that they might however do it around Stephie. The first time I sent in some of my thoughts on this fic I mentioned how I don't think it's a coincidence Paige and Stephie share so much in common. Though I did say it's Azzi probably passing Paige-like things onto her daughter, I think Stephie's simply grown up in environments that scream "Paige". I think it's beautiful how much her and Azzi have affected everyone around them, not just eachother. But it's also scary because it is about the 2 of them at the end of the day and if they start living separate lives they take away a person important in others' lives too, as we see with Drew, or the Fudds like Tallulah pointed out. I just hope Stephie doesn't have to lose Paige, I know we're guaranteed a happy ending (or maybe that's what you want us to think) but I hope there's never even a small period of time where Stephie thinks she's lost Miss Buecks.

-"“you’re thinking about her mother huh?”" "“your daughter has you wrapped around her little finger huh?”" I'm just a bit shocked that Ruthie guessed she was thinking about the girl's mother, not father. I feel like people's first assumption is that you're straight, the majority of the world is, does Ruthie know Azzi and Stephie? Or does she know Paige? Was just wondering, I don't know, maybe her gaydar's just on point.

-"“No,” Azzi says at the same time as a profound “yes” leaves Paige’s mouth." Ok so nvm my past predictions Paige is still pulling and Azzi is still slightly pushing.

-"Olivia’s livid at Paige and Paige is livid at the stupid #Clézzi tag on tiktok." If they ended up breaking up but confirmed they were a thing you bet your ass you could never get me to use some other ship's #. "until suddenly she stumbles on a video captioned 'and at the end of the day she’ll still always be looking at her'." that's my video, future me posted that.

-"And she knows that if it was Azzi -she hates herself for even thinking this way- she wouldn’t walk away." it's giving me the same vibes as when she was telling Azzi how whilst on her date she kept thinking how Azzi wouldn't order what the girl ordered off the menu, how she would swat her hand away when she tried stealing something from her plate and end up giving it to her anyways, how they'd get yelled at at the movies for giggling too much, and how at the end she would've kissed her. Unfortunately for everyone else, I just think no one stands a chance, she's wrapped around Azzi's finger.

-"even if they were barely a shadow of what they used to be, it's only right that Azzi is still here." but it surprises me that on every flashback after their breakup they still seemed on completely good terms all these years, like why did they break up??? Just cause Azzi wasn't ready for marriage? I feel like something else happened in between but maybe not.

-"“we’re gonna do it together next time okay. You and me, we’re gonna be golden together.”" soo 2032 Olympics? Did they do it??? A year ago from the "present day" I feel like you plan on showing us a flashback in a future chapter but I'm dying to know!!!

Okk that's it thank you for blessing us with another amazing chapter as always and see how quick I was this time? -🪐

Please don't die friend I'd miss you :)

-Drew appearance soon but I'm not fully sure exactly when because idk if y'all have caught onto this yet, but I actually don't outline the whole story beyond just the beginning - middle - end, everything else is just ideas that I fit in when it feels right. The Drew from 6 years ago was a little boy who still held onto hope for his favorite love story. But with time, hope turned into irritation and missing Azzi turned into being angry at Azzi because sometimes that's the only way to deal with the hate. I'm very excited to write both Azzi-Drew and ofc Stephie-Drew.

-I remember that ask! Paige is so entwined into the Fudd's and Azzi's life that even 8 years later, you can still see the remnants of her in their life and that's what Stephie has grown up seeing so really it's not surprising that some of that imprinted onto her as she has a little bit of Paige in her.

-See this is my lovely fantasy world where straight isn't just the normal and I have no other explanation for it. Ruthie does not know Stephie or Azzi lol. I'd like to think 2033 we can avoid straight as the default lol

-I'm never shipping them with other people but as evidenced by some tweets in the last few days, I think other people absolute would ship clézzi lmao but pazzi truthers are still alive in 2033 despite the break up lol

-Unfortunately for everyone else, I just think no one stands a chance, she's wrapped around Azzi's finger. - yep exactly!

-I do love my flashbacks!

I'm very proud of you for how quick you were lmao!

#ask #fic talk #🪐 anon my dearest <3 #i live for when y'all pyschoanalyze the fic a little bit like it makes me very happy

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ae-neon · 2 years ago

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Anti Feysand isn't Anti Feyre + Rhys can't fuck you he isn't real!!

Y'all anons need to stop acting like posts where I say Feyre could have a different life where she's not shackled to acotar Elon Musk and his middle aged gang of one note wonders is an attack on FEYRE.

I also said Nesta deserves a better life than being shackled to a Bat Bitch Boi. Am I suddenly anti Nesta??

You think Feyre's life as a HL is better than Nesta's as a Valkyrie so you think I'm dissing Feyre when I say I want Feyre to be a Valkyrie and Nesta to work in politics.

And nowhere in that post did I say I want Nesta to be your Musty Musks HL btw. You think I'm giving Nesta the better story because that's what you want! You wanna be Musty Musks HL.

Personally I think sjm can't write politics for shit and when she does she always shows us the type of person she is in a bad way. I also think Feyre's life is boring so idk why so many of you are so sure that my preference for them switching narratives is somehow taking away from Feyre and giving to Nesta.

In reality if it were true then Feyre would have a whole other book of adventures instead of being the butt of sjm's plot incompetence! But you don't care about that because for you Feyre is your self insert and Feyre = Feysand means Rhys is your boyfriend.

- and again nowhere in the switch did I say I want Nesta to play house with the IC or have Roachman's babies!! I just said she suits politics more!

Feysand is just a ship. I can dislike the ship without disliking the character. You know what else I dislike? Nessian. Click on the anti Nessian tag and see. Does that mean every anti Nessian post is a anti Nesta post? Should I tag anti Nesta in my ACOSF Is An Incel Revenge Fantasy Post?? Just cause their mates? Just cause it's canon? IDGAF.

"It's so obvious, you're bias to Nesta" YES HOW DID YOU KNOW?? You've clearly been scrolling through my content and picked up on the secret clues and solved the puzzle.

"It's clear you haven't read the books in a while" Yes. I said that.

"You think Feyre isn't suited to political work and think she's more 'deserving' of being a Valkyrie" Yes. I said that. Also is being a Valkyrie supposed to be a bad thing all of a sudden?

"You just hate Feyre cause you ship Nesta and Rhysand" NO ACTUALLY. In fact I specifically pointed out that there is no weird ship jealousy. I've also said in other posts that I want Nesta to kill Rhysand. And that I only ever shipped the potential they had as characters.

I ship Rhysand and Amren! Rhys and Lucien too! I've also said I ship Feyre and Cassian - am I Nesta anti who wants Feyre to steal Nesta's mate? Or do you see Cassian as inferior to Rhysand so it doesn't bother you?

Y'all are letting your self insert delusions cloud your minds. Nobody is stealing your fictional man just cause they don't ship them with the character you see yourselves as!!

#acotar rant #fandom rant #shut it please #nesta archeron #feyre archeron #nesta deserves better #feyre deserves better #rhysand #cassian #anti sjm #sjm critical #anti acosf #acotar #anti acomaf

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herrscherofmagic · 1 year ago

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IMO, the current story arc in HI3rd might just be my favorite one so far. i've got a lot of thoughts to share on it, so I present to you this post! But first, a preamble :)

This is a really long post, I think I used the right tags for this? idk

I'm basically just copying over a post that I made for Reddit, so idk if this is way too long for tumblr or what. I've got a habit of writing pointlessly-long things on Reddit and idk if the Tumblr folks appreciate this or not x-x

but without further ado! my thoughts on the whole "city of salt and sand" story we've got going on right now.

P.S., this is mostly spoiler-free; I don't make any specific references to events in the story, except for Susannah's feelings but even that is really vague so it shouldn't reveal any plot twists or anything like that.

I remember how confusing and awkward it was when I first started playing HI3rd.

I didn't have a clue who any of these characters were, some parts of the story seemed weird, or convoluted, or had no explanation. Over time I caught up through reading the manga and catching up with the story; I looked through past events to figure out the story of the Captainverse; and I've been thinking plenty about the story of HI3rd and the other Hoyo games, trying to piece together different ideas and themes.

With all that in mind, I feel like this story arc has been probably one of the strongest pieces of storytelling in all of HI3rd, and maybe even across all the Hoyo games (that I've played, at least).

I'll make the obligatory disclaimer that yes, sometimes the technobabble gets a bit confusing. Thankfully I can understand a fair bit of it because of some exposure I've had to math and science, but I can't pretend to be at Schrodinger's level.

But I think this chapter did a great job at presenting some of these ideas in a way that felt natural to the progression of the story, while also making it understandable. We might get a statement that makes 0 sense, but you can usually figure out what's going on through context clues, as well as the analogies that some characters have been making.

I think the cast chosen for this arc has also been a huge help. This is probably the single most diverse cast we've had, in terms of personality, behavior, and mindset. Whether it's Kira repressing her "dislike" of Misteln, or the banter between Senti and Seele, there's been a lot of fun moments where these characters aren't all thinking on the same wavelength. Instead they need to find ways to understand each other. It really feels like there's an effort being made by these people to understand the situation they're in, and every step forward or misstep backwards feels meaningful. It's that variety in beliefs and personality that really spices things up and makes it feel so much more lively to me!

Building on that, I've also really enjoyed some of the themes being presented here.

Especially Susannah... oh boy do I have a lot to say here!

I think Susannah's development has been phenomenal (though it's absolutely criminal that a lot of it is limited-time events... THREE events now). In fact, while this isn't quite as serious of a situation, I'd go so far as to say that it's vaguely comparable to Kiana's experience in Arc City.

Yes, the severity is different.

But the thing that made me love Honkai was how we saw Kiana grow very slowly. It was an imperfect journey and it took tremendous effort on her part, but she was able to keep moving forward. Sometimes it felt like Kiana made progress (such as her training with Fu Hua), but this progress masked deeper problems that she couldn't run from (her sacrificial nature). This led to that emotional back-and-forth, where Kiana had real victories and real defeats over time. It wasn't just "The power of friendship!" saving the day in one fell swoop, but instead it felt like a much more realistic take on how difficult it can be to recover from trauma.

Susannah doesn't have to deal with the freakin' Herrscher of the Void inside of her, but her own mind puts up a big fight nonetheless. The more I see Susannah move forward and stumble back time and again, the more I feel a stronger connection with her as a character. For crying out loud, just in the last week or two I've lost count of how many times I've felt like I've been making great strides in my art one day while being a complete emotional train-wreck the next day.

Seeing Susannah breaking down but picking herself back up and moving forward nonetheless... That is why I put so much of my energy towards the idea of storytelling. It's why I play games and obsess over stories and analyze characters and dissect settings and come up with theories and headcanons and fanon and more. Being able to see these characters go through these struggles and seeing how that can relate to my own experience in life is something that has genuinely made me a better person over the years, and might have even saved my life in a way. I want nothing more than to be able to tell stories just like this someday, so that perhaps others might be able to learn and grow from my own stories that I conjure up.

While Susannah is the one I personally relate to the most, I've still been able to appreciate the rest of the cast, too. It's enjoyable to see the way they interact with each other, but I also feel invested in every single person here. There's even a particular someone I've especially grown to love here, but there's leaks and spoilers a-plenty out here in the internet right now so I don't really want to push that subject.

For the sake of keeping this spoiler-free I've been avoiding specifics, but honestly there's just too much for me to talk about even if I wanted to dive right into it. From the setting and stage design, to the character interactions, the development of the plot, the conflicts and resolutions we've had so far, it all just feels so satisfying to me.

I guarantee that there are some objective flaws somewhere in this story arc, and I wouldn't be surprised if others were to start pointing out those flaws. But I'm still enjoying the story, so even if I can't say "This is an objectively great story", I can still say "This is a story I love", and that's good enough for me~ ^_^

#honkai impact 3rd #long post #really long post #text heavy #i hope these tags are enough to make it clear that this is a really long post at least by tumblr standards i think?

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goldenhypen · 2 years ago

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❣︎ ⎯⎯ work of art .

PAIRING ! yang jungwon x fem!reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.6k

PROMPT(S) ! 4. kiss to the side of the head ;; 8. embracing them from behind ;; 16. taking a photo of them smiling or in their element // requested by two lovely anons <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! this is based on jungwon’s pottery en-log did the moodboard give it away?? skdjdjd and it was rlly fun writing this won k lame joke i’m sorry i hope you enjoy! <3

while filming his pottery en-log, jungwon couldn’t stop thinking of you. all that was on his mind was how badly he wished you could experience the time with him. however, the company was strict in not having you tag along that day for jungwon to focus on work, which was understandable.

but this day was different. now, he finally got an actual day off that didn’t require bringing any vlog cameras or staff along. it was just you and him with the entire day ahead of yourselves.

and of course, jungwon had to bring you to the pottery place after having such a good time there himself before, and he knew you’d love it too, whether you liked pottery or not.

and he wasn’t wrong because when you got there, you had such an incredible experience. it was calming and also nice to spend time with your boyfriend.

when it got to the point when you were shaping your clay though, at first, it was obvious that you had no clue what you were doing. you were going to get an employee to help you, however, jungwon stopped you, wanting to help his beloved girlfriend himself.

but before he did, he took out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of you.

he giggled, causing you to look up at him, “what’s so funny?”

he turned his phone around to face you, showing the photo he took. in it, you had your tongue stuck out slightly in concentration, eyes focused. and the funny part was how lopsided your work actually was from jungwon’s angle. you gasped, working on fixing it immediately.

jungwon let out a chuckle before sticking his phone back in his pocket and bringing his stool behind yours, sitting down. he wrapped his arms around you from the back and placed his hands on top of yours, helping and guiding you.

feeling this warming form of embrace, you couldn’t help but smile.

you turned your head slightly, “oh, you’re good at this.”

at the compliment, he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. however, this movement caused your entire project to be shaped in the wrong way.

luckily it wasn’t too bad though and it was easily fixed, but after you initially let out a gasp at the sight, you two were able to laugh it off.

“maybe i’m not as good at this as we both thought,” jungwon said lightheartedly.

“well, you definitely do better without distractions,” you smirked.

“as long as you’re okay with it, i’m okay with it. plus, it’s a work of art anyways,” he paused. “just like you.”

you smiled softly before it quickly fell.

“hey, are you calling me imperfect?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“well, believe it or not, baby, but your imperfections are a part of what make you perfect,” he told you. “a reason i adore you so much is because of those imperfections. so yes, i guess i am saying you’re imperfect, but that honestly just makes me love you all the more.”

“since when have you become so poetic and cheesy?” you asked, emitting laughter from the boy. “but that was sweet, wonie. i love you.”

“love you too,” he said before pressing one more kiss to the side of your head.

A/N. lol don’t mind the ending 😭 turns out idk how to end my fics anymore hELP skdjsj

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rainybyday · 2 years ago

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Wip Challenge

I’ve been tagged by @hidden-under-lock-and-key so I’ll try my best

I’m a be honest, I have never been tagged by a wip challenge so I have a lot wip ideas and written one pages left over in my docs from many fandoms. Whoo boy lets see...

(what does one even do with a wip challenge, do i have to tag people, im not that sociable what the fuck do i do, do i have to put the whole list what do you even do i’ve never done this before do i do it or should i just give up i don’t even know wtf i’m doing gods)

Rules: “post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DND campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!”

Billy Batson (DC)

Another one off the list

Hiding what little magic we have

Batfam (DC)

Damian: Time Travel

Memories may fade but my love will kill me dear

Would you have wanted me? (If my blood was never that deep)

DC X DP

Forest Spirit Danny au

Spirit of Amity (and the souls within)

MHA

Butterflies

Welp, look at the time! It seems as we are misplaced some time ago

EraserMic Fam time travel au

EraserMic family reincarnation au

Fire Emblem Three House

Crest of Macula holder

Timy Annette Problem

Annette - Reason Magic

Sylvain and Ingrid

Bernadette snip it

Fire Emblem Heroes

You Summoned Me?

Fire Emblem Awakening

Perfect or Average

Her name is Cynthia

Reflective Souls

Pokemon Special/Adventures

What a hat can hide

Beautiful Treasure

Two sides of One

Heart au

Fragile, Broken, Fixed (Poem)

Yellow Stars

Final Fantasy XV

Truth that I speak to thy mirror

Dad Cor au

Kingdom Hearts

What am I without my Light? (A Shadow without a hand to hold)

Werewolf

Tears Carry On (Poem)

How does one tag people, what do i even do, im a just tag a few people and see how that goes. Plz don’t witch hunt me i have no clue what im doing i swear

uh...... idk. help?

(31?!?!?!?! what was i doing!!?!?!?)

#my wips #i don't know wtf i'm doing #but here it is #Billy Batson #batman #batfam #dc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #my hero acedamia #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem three houses #pokemon adventures #pokemon special #final fantasy xv #kingdom hearts #oc

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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 305: Worst Intervention Ever

Previously on BnHA: Shinomori, whose name took me an entire week to memorize, was all, “nice to meet you Deku, I’m ten feet tall, do you want to know how I died?” and without waiting for an answer explained that he kicked it from old age at forty thanks to good ol’ OFA. Deku was all “wait a minute, then how come All Might, who’s fifty-five and is definitely dyeing his gray hair, is still alive?” First and Shino were all, “we really have no fucking clue but we think it’s cuz he’s quirkless, JUST LIKE YOU!” So basically, since quirkless people don’t exactly grow on trees these days, Deku is probably going to be the last user of OFA. The chapter ended with Nana being all, “psst, Deku, about my grandson. Uh, can you kill him?” which is sure to lead to a very interesting conversation this week.

Today on BnHA: Nana And The Gang are all “so, Deku, how can we put this delicately. The thing is, we’re pretty sure that AFO really fucked my grandson up, so on the off chance you can’t save him, how would you feel about, you know... [throat slitting gesture].” Deku is all “idk you guys, I kinda feel like he’s really just a traumatized child at heart and he’s in a lot of pain and stuff and so I should try to help him.” The Vestiges are all “BUT WHAT IF YOU CAN’T” and Deku is all “BUT I WANT TO TRY, DAMMIT” and the Vestiges are all “well when you put it that way, we, uh, were just testing you, so congrats, you passed!” The chapter ends with First being all, “ANYWAY SO WHY DON’T YOU TWO SHY BOYS STANDING OVER THERE IN THE SHADOWS COME SAY HELLO” before we CUT AWAY FOR ANOTHER WEEK, goddammit.

seriously, Nana

just... have you met Deku?? look, if you really want Tomura dead, just sic him on the U.A. first years and tell Shouto and Honenuki that it’s a training exercise

oh my god lmao

we’re too far away to see Nana’s face here so I will just assume that she turned and is staring DIRECTLY INTO THE CAMERA for this one line lmao. “I just wanted to clarify in case anyone felt inclined to take my dialogue out of context and spend an entire week complaining about it”

oh my god?! are you all purposely trying to make me sad??

someone stop me before I launch into an impromptu rant about all my Tomura feels. WHY IS NOBODY STOPPING ME. oh my god but yes, exactly. he’s just in pain all the time. this is exactly why I think Tomura has such high redemption potential even though so far he seems to lack so many of the redemption arc essentials such as feeling remorse, wanting to change, and taking responsibility for his actions. the reason why I’m willing to overlook all that in his case is because Tomura has essentially had zero agency his entire life. AFO molded him into a killer by making sure he was in constant mental agony, and making it so that the only thing that even slightly relieved that agony was killing peeps. like, please don’t think I’m making excuses for him or anything, but if you take a child and manipulate their existence to make it virtually impossible for that child to grow up as anything other than a killer, and basically never give him the chance to be anything else, then no shit he’s gonna be a killer?? he’s basically never had the choice not to be. it’s never been an option for him. anyways I feel like I am EXPLAINING MYSELF SO BADLY but nonetheless I am prepared to die on this hill

anyway so now Nana is all “that’s a rhetorical question btw because Our Hearts And Minds Are One so we can feel everything you feel bro.” so yeah, that’s interesting

now Banjou is getting started on the “let’s try and talk Deku out of wanting to save Tomura because it’s insane” part of their OFA Mystical Space Void Reunion agenda

look, Banjou, I feel you, I really do. you guys don’t think it’s realistic that Deku can defeat Tomura without killing him. so if it’s a choice between killing Tomura vs letting Deku and everyone else in the entire world die, then duh, you think Deku should kill him. I get it! and if this were a real life mass murderer I’d totally agree with you. but the problem is that this isn’t real life, this is a sympathetic shounen villain with a tragic past who might as well have FUTURE REDEMPTION ARC RECEIPIENT stamped on his forehead at this point

so First is all “look, there’s absolutely no doubt my brother has fucked this kid up good and proper by now”, which, again, fair

though, that’s kind of exactly my point though. everything that Tomura is, everything he’s done, he’s done because of AFO. AFO has so effectively shaped his personality and his worldview by this point that it’s all but impossible to penetrate that. he’s AFO’s puppet. but the problem is that rather than treating him like a victim, you all are treating him like a casualty. like he’s already a lost cause. but good luck trying to convince Deku of that

WHOA WHAT, RANDOM SUPER-IMPORTANT AND BIZARRELY UNRELATED EXPOSITION DROPPED IN JUST LIKE THAT??

way to still not reveal Sixth’s name, btw. THE PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW, DAMMIT. but also so this confirms something we basically already knew already, which is that not even AFO can steal OFA. it literally can’t be taken away by anyone unless the owner wills it. SO SUCK ON THAT AFO YOU EGG

(ETA: so I have no idea why this was omitted from this translation, but apparently the Sixth’s name was revealed as “En”, which is obviously not his full name but at least it’s something. also he most likely has a fire or smoke-related quirk based on the kanji used, 煙.)

so Banjou is saying that Deku’s “lack of an iron will” could be a disadvantage against AFO. hahaha what?? Midoriya “I’ll break all of my bones without blinking an eye just to protect someone” Izuku lacks an iron will? do tell

he says this is going to be a test of Deku’s determination. well yeah, no shit. but just not in the way you guys think

OH HELLO AGAIN

darker hair again here! but I don’t trust the contrast in these scans at all after last week. his coveralls are way darker than they looked before too, and you can clearly see he’s standing in the shadows now

(ETA: yep, once again the raw shows that his hair is considerably lighter than what’s shown in these scans here. although there’s no mistaking now that his hair is consistently being colored in this slightly darker shade, and it’s not just the lighting.)

anyways lol First was saying something about how AFO can’t steal OFA, and they’ve spent all this time cultivating it as the ultimate weapon against AFO, and blah blah blah. go on then, keep lecturing

NANA GODDAMMIT NONE OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT

girl what?? you did everything in your power to protect your family, and AFO, fucked up man that he is, targeted them anyway. there is one person and one person only to blame for what’s happened to Tomura, and that potato-faced asshole needs a good kick in the balls

NANA GODDAMMIT DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE

SO HELP ME GOD!! I WILL GIVE YOU THE BIGGEST HUG YOU’VE EVER HAD!! THAT IS A THREAT

so now Nana is all “I’m just going to call my grandson a Thing to ensure that fandom has only the freshest, grass-fed no-hormones-added discourse this week”

I don’t even need to drop into the tags to know exactly which specific people are going to respond to this, and what kind of posts they are going to write lmao. everyone’s all caught up in the “that thing”, and meanwhile I’m over here completely hung up on this “nay” that’s appeared out of NOWHERE you guys. look at that. she really said “NAY”

Nana, my love, my dearest, I feel you girl I really do. but he’s not an unforgivable manifestation of pure evil, Deku is exactly right actually, he’s a boy in pain. you guys need to stop questioning Deku’s shounen protagonist instincts here and just let him work his sparkly magic. “let’s try and convince Midoriya Fucking Izuku that he can’t save someone” is a plan that is NEVER going to turn out well you guys

“DEKU GODDAMMIT WHAT IF WE CAN’T SAVE HIM” lmao it’s like an intervention

“DAMMIT DEKU JUST ADMIT YOU HAVE A SAVING PEOPLE PROBLEM!”

RED ALERT IT’S ANOTHER CLOSE-UP OF THE BACK OF MISTER TWO BON CLAY’S HEAD OMG

(ETA: I was too distracted with freaking out about Two and Three to really appreciate how ridiculously handsome First looks in this panel. but on my second readthrough it stood out so much that I had to go back and add an extra bullet point just to talk about how hot he is. look at him. wtf.)

THAT IS DEFINITELY AN UNDERCUT. THE PLOT THICKENSSSS. also those are fucking exhaust vents on Mister Three’s neck. MISTER THREE COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE RELATED TO THE IIDAS, PLEASE TELL ME YOUR SECRETS I’M DYING OVER HERE

so now Deku is launching into what will undoubtedly be a “saving people problems require SAVING PEOPLE SOLUTIONS” heroic counter-speech!

I mean, they can already feel the “lol nah I’m gonna try and save him” feelings running through him lol. ~OuR hEaRtS aNd MiNdS aRe CoNnEcTeD~ and all that. this is just a formality, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love a good shounen protag speech

oh wait hold up, do you mean to tell me that the whole “hearts and minds are connected” thing I was just mocking just a paragraph ago actually allowed Deku to feel what Tomura was feeling?? like literally feel it??

YET AGAIN these Tomura feels are pounding on my front door you guys?? they just will not quit?? people my house is already full of feels, does it look like I need you to sell me any more of them?? -- what do you mean, they’re free??

AW YISS THAT’S IT DEKU. THAT’S SOME GOOD SPEECH RIGHT THERE

I appreciate the contrast here between the Douchebag Triumvirate of Overhaul, Muscular, and Stain versus the Misguided Twosome of Gentle and La Brava. never let it be said that Deku doesn’t know the difference between a redeemable villain and an unredeemable one

OH NO -- OH MY GOD

someone please help me I need directions to the OFA Spooky Galactic Nebula Realm in this fictional Japanese manga land. it’s not on google maps. I need to give these two babies a big hug and wrap them up in a blanket and treat them to some McDonalds Happy Meals please help

other things: (1) ENDEAVOR CHILLING OUT IN DEKU’S “PEOPLE I HOLD DEAR” PANEL LMAO NEON DISCOURSE EXTRAVAGANZA, (2) “ONE FOR ALL IS A POWER TO SAVE, NOT TO KILL” I’M ABOUT TO CRY DEKU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE TO FEEL ALL THIS LOVE, (3) [SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE] THERE’S YOUR MOTHERFUCKING IRON WILL!!!!!!!! -- I’m sorry, please don’t call security, I’ll be good

I just randomly remembered that Deku is still saying all of this in his muffled “FMMPHHMMPHMM” voice and I’m somehow cracking up lol. so actually it’s a very good thing Their Hearts And Minds Are Connected, otherwise they’d no doubt be all, “...what?”

(ETA: so I completely missed this on account of it literally not being visible in the scan at all, but in the raw you can clearly see Baby Kacchan and Baby Shouto fanboying over All Might in two of these panels, and excuse me, ma’am??

thank you very much Deku for including them in your montage, particularly since you’ve never seen Baby Shouto before lol. amazingly accurate image you managed to conjure up, all things considered.)

SDKFJLSKHG -- AS IF ON CUE???

HE’S SO ADORABLE HELP?? Trippy Space All Might looks like he’s about to cry, and First is all “don’t crack a smile... you have to be Firm and Serious here... dammit, don’t smile” omg

anyways! YOU GO DEKU. “MY QUIRK MY RULES, BITCHES” damn, son

KLJLKKHLG TRIPPY SPACE ALL MIGHT LITERALLY ACTUALLY IS CRYING ALL MIGHT HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

“I JUST... [CLENCHES FIST] REALLY LOVE SAVING PEOPLE” FUCKING HELL LMAO THIS IS THE WORST INTERVENTION OF ALL TIME

Deku is literally all “sure, maybe I’ll have to kill him, but have you guys also considered, MAYBE NOT??” it’s no use Nana he’s too powerful

LMAO FIRST

“like I’ve been saying this whole time, you should definitely try saving Shigaraki Tomura.” “but, uh... First, didn’t you just -- ” “shut up”

(ETA: clearly it’s not just his brother who inherited those smooth-talking genes.)

so now Deku has turned back into a sixteen year old and his clothes have gone missing again. just OFA things

dskljdlsklgk

yes... sure... “testing” you...

HEY

FIRST OF ALL, DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI YOU MADE NANA CRY. even if I’m pretty sure they’re actually tears of happiness/relief. and SECOND OF ALL, “TELL MY BOYFRIEND I SAID HI” DJSKDLKJJL ANYWAY MAYBE GRAN, NANA, AND MR. SHIMURA WERE IN A THROUPLE

[SCREAMS]

WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE?? WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE!!!!!

(ETA: and two-to-one odds that we cut away to some other scene once they finally start to turn around next week. I’M CALLING IT NOW. giving myself a week to brace myself for the rage.)

fucking hell. well if anyone needs me I will be adding Horikoshi fucking Kouhei to the list of irredeemable villains, peace

#bnha 305 #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #shimura nana #ofa the first #banjou daigorou #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #'deku. sweetheart. your other vestiges and I just want what's best for you'#'have you tried... *not* saving people?'#only to backpedal SPECTACULARLY when he was all 'WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT SAVING THEM'#yeah okay guys #you're not fooling anyone #but it's okay I still love you

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alonelystargazer · 2 years ago

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🥚🌾🪜🎨 for the fic ask meme hehe

🥚 Any easter eggs you put in a fic that you hoped people would notice?

I don't know if they count as easter eggs, but I like to sprinkle in headcanons I have of a character that remain consistent throughout my fics. For example, I headcanon Jotaro being a lover of sweets, and in many of my fics I mention that. idk if anyone has caught onto that

🌾 A fic you really want to write but you haven’t (yet)?

oh my goodness, I have so many fics I wanna write. I have a document with 40+ fic ideas, many of which are either WIPs or will never get written. One in particular I do want to write (eventually) is

🪜 Tell us a random fact about any fic!

I have a fic called Oh, What a Night! set in a post stone ocean everyone lives AU. This fic (and other fics in this AU) was a way for me to showcase a relationship between Jøt@rø and K@kyøin as mature adults who have made lives for themselves and reunited after many years apart, since most jota/kak fics are of them in part 3 (sdc) or part 4 (sdc). Also, it will have a NSFW sequel (I haven't written anything sexually explicit in so long, so we'll see how that goes 😅)

🎨 Show us a sneak peek from a WIP!

I promise to publish this soon, even though it's already late for Whumptober, but this is for my fic called Borderline (working title):

Their only clue was a single button, the final message of a dying boy, but it was all they needed to reach their next destination. Without Noriaki’s input, Jotaro would still be wandering the streets of Morioh alone. They wouldn’t have ended up here as soon as they did, at Shoe Store Mukade-Ya, narrowly missed in their search around the city. In addition to selling shoes, it also offers simple tailoring services.

Jotaro held the door open for him and Koichi, who tagged along on their mission, although he wished he hadn’t this time, for his own safety. If the killer frequented the place, who’s to say he wasn’t lurking around the corner, ready to strike? The adults should face him first.

Once they stepped foot through the door, Noriaki should have been keeping his eyes out for any other clues or other Stand users, sending Hierophant to scope out the place; that was his first mistake.

Instead, Noriaki foolishly wasted their precious time staring laser beams into the back of Jotaro’s skull for daring to refuse his help with the button, which the shop owner instantly recognized. Just as he predicted. Maybe if Noriaki set his bitterness aside, though, he would have noticed something was off; there was an aura to this place that didn’t feel right.

thanks for asking!

send me a fanfic writer ask

#skysquid22 #answered #ask games

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verobatto · 4 years ago

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The Answer is in Dean

Time to run on the Empty

Destiel meta. 15x19 meta. Meta spec.

How are you my friends??

Some of you might be very mad, but I can tell, don't lose hopes because CAS WILL BE RESCUED BY DEAN IN NEXT EPISODE.

So now relax, and read my rants, you'll feel better after this. I promise.

Mourning!Dean

Dean's voice shaking while explaining how Cas saved him, and then saying 'I'm sorry' to Jack, was one of the most saddest scenes I've seen. Because I know how Dean was feeling, he was feeling he failed to the kid by losing Castiel, and because they lost him for saving him.

Gif credit @dreamnovak

We already know this fellow each time he lose Cas. But this time, it hurst even more.

The Guilt, again, this time mixed with the huge pain and regrets in his soul.

There was a fallen Bicycle in the ground, color blue, as a representation of indirect Castiel.

As we saw, Dean was thinking about Castiel the whole time. When they gave up to Chuck, the first thing he asked for was to bring Cas back. Is like going into that whirlwind of loosing the love of his life all over again.

But Chuck won't let him, why? Because he wanted to watch them suffer, feeling the despair and loneliness and sadness for the eternity, and i will explain in the next meta how this represents Chuck himself.

Another hard scene was watching Dean on the floor, passed out because of alcohol. The only way our poor boy can conciliate sleeping, was through alcohol. And he wasn't even in his room. He was somewhere in the bunker, depressed and passed out.

Castiel, the Miracle

As I pointed so many times, Cas is a miracle. Dean said it when he made Donnie coming back to life in the hospital in season 14 and then a woman called him that when he healed his son in the woods in 15x06.

In season 12 Castiel was called roughly as the Winchester's dog, but Dean reworded that in season 13, when Scooby Doo was a cute mirror of Cas for Dean. He adores that dog.

So, Dean decides to call that dog MIRACLE, because it represented HOPES, just what Cas means to him. He even said to this dog: MAYBE YOU CAN SLEEP IN HIS ROOM. Which was like a consolation. Dean is so sad....

But the dog disappears and then, thanks to Jack, comes back. Miracle comes back. Is a foreshadow of Castiel coming back.

Lucifer Call was the last mocking to Destiel

The fake call from Castiel, was a mocking game from Lucifer, again, the devil making jokes about Destiel, but mostly, about Dean mourning Castiel.

Dean's face when he thought it was really Cas the one calling him, broke me. He was this slightly moment of hopes in his face, i wanted to die. Damn...

The answer is in Dean

Okay, i know everyone was screaming because Jack didn't bring Cas back, BUT BUT. What Jack said, it has a lot of Destiel sense, because it will complete Dean's arc.

If Jack would brought Cas back with one snap, would be easy, and Dean wouldn't be able to say the words he has to say to him.

But, taking what Jack said THE ANSWERS ARE IN EACH ONE. IS JUST PERFECT.

Why? Because if Dean wants his angel back, he will have to find the answer inside of him. Which answer do you say? The I LOVE YOU BACK answer to Castiel. Using his words to express the amount of years loving him in silence, or secretly, or repressing it, because he just thought he couldn't have him as a lover.

Is perfectly poetic and philosophical, and it will close the Healing!Dean's arc.

Because when Dean faced Chuck and said HE WASN'T WHAT CHUCK WROTE, which means HE IS KOT A KILLER, is because Castiel's words are still resonating in his head. Because CASTIEL CHANGED HIM, FOREVER.

Keep you love alive

Now, pay attention to this... Because this is the song that was playing at the end of the episode...

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels

Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields

In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-oh-one

I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on

Despite of the smiles on their faces, this lyrics here is very angsty, 'I'm just running.' Dean is just running without knowing where to go.

Running on, running on empty

Running on, running blind

Running on, running into the sun

But I'm running behind

Okay people, if this is not talking about Dean getting inside the Empty to rescue Castiel, idk what else. It says RUNNING ON EMPTY. The Empty!!!! RUNNING BLIND because is dark, and he can't see Cas. RUNNING INTO THE SUN!!!!! @weird-dorky-little-deana CASTIEL IS THE SUN!!!! BUT I'M RUNNING BEHIND, it speaks about how hard will be fine him, maybe. I'm screaming.

Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive

Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive

In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own

I don't know when that road turned, into the road I'm on

To keep your love alive!!!!!!!!! OMG, i can't. To keep Cas, his love, alive!

Everyone I know, everywhere I go

People need some reason to believe

I don't know about anyone but me

If it takes all night, that'll be all right

If I can get you to smile before I leave

Dean feels it doesn't matter how long it would take him to bring Cas back, but he will!

Honey you really tempt me

You know the way you look so kind

OMG this is Castiel's love confession, Dean is tempted by him hdjxdjfkfkfj. Sorry.

I'd love to stick around but I'm running behind

You know I don't even know what I'm hoping to find

Running into the sun but I'm running behind

People, have faith, Cas is coming back because this hunter won't let him go so easily.

The answer is inside of Dean, he has those words to say to Cas, he has to say I Love You to him. And that's the very ending of this show. The perfect closing arc for Dean. If Cas saved him once from Hell, is time for him to save him from the Empty. So, to bring him back, Dean will have to say tht answer that was inside of him this whole time.

Miscellaneous spec: i heard Jack saying: Amara was inside of him and they were in harmony, and I'm sorry, but i took that as another clue for my vessel sharing Destiel endgame spec. Just saying.

To Conclude

Why do I stick to Destiel happy ending? Because if this was the ending of season 15 as Jensen said, the ending for the whole show is waiting for us. I hope we will be able to see our angel again, for sure, and not just him, but more of our lovely characters. Even Eileen.

There was a lot of clues in this episode that foreshadowed Castiel's return. So wait for it.

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#feels wrong to tag this as smut but ace is an important part of understanding sexuality as a whole so i shall

My Top Posts in 2021

Precious. JYN

restaurant worker! au (idk its just gengeral slice of life)

TW: size kink (this is yunho we are talking about) boob stuff (this is me we are talking about, praise, dom! yunho, sub! reader. there is some unwanted inappropriate touching done by an older guy but it doesnt last long.

WC: 5k

The very first thing you noticed about the restaurant you now worked at was how hot the manager interviewing you was. Yeah, you had worked with conventionally attractive people before, but most of them found a way to make themselves unappealing through words or actions. Not Yunho however, a month into working as a waitress you had to simply conclude that there was nothing not to love about him. Of course, he was dashing, that much was obvious, but it was so much more than that, he was unbelievably considerate of others and fiercely protective of his crew, he had a million-dollar smile and could charm his way out of any problem with a customer. Not to mention he was built like a God with both the height and muscles to make your mouth water. Yunho was lucky, and things just seemed to fall into place around him.

Of course, you were aware of this, as he made it impossible to forget.

As time progressed you became more accustomed to your coworkers and better at your job, soon you found a place in the tight-knit group of friends that worked together so work was usually fun.

Except for today. You have been at this job for 6 months now and somehow, with the exception of Yunho, you found yourself on a shift solely staffed by newbies without a clue. And it was a very busy night. You had lost count of the number of times one of your fellow waiters had to call you over to answer a guest question or how many times it was you who had to apologize to them for their server's mistake but it was starting to get to you.

You had a brief moment right in the middle of dinner service where all of your tables were eating happily and you would have a moment to rest. You knew that if you stood there for a moment longer you would be called over by one of the other waiters so you quickly made your way over to the bar where Yunho stood at the POS system. You used his size as an advantage and literally hid behind him. Of course, people could still see you, but at least you weren't standing directly in front of the waiter's station where you would surely be bothered.

You heard the man laugh quietly, and though you couldn't see his face you bet he was hiding a smile.

"Rough night?" He questioned, talking in a way as not to draw attention to you.

"Of course I would get stuck on a shift like this. Not a single person on the crew tonight knows what they're doing! I'm surprised you're even here, I thought the gods of the universe loved you too much" you finished your mini-rant in a mumbling tone, rubbing your eyes before looking out into the dining room just in time to watch the newest crew member, a thin gangly boy named Trevor, spill a glass of water all down the front of an older woman, and you groaned.

Yunho chose to laugh quietly again before speaking up, knowing that now that there was a new disaster your conversation would be cut short once the newbie found you.

"Don't be so hard on them, you were that stupid when you first started," he joked before looking back down at his screen.

"No, I was not!" You cried, "besides why is everyone bothering me? You're the manager shouldn't you be dealing with angry customers? That is above my pay grade." You finish as soon as the young waiter spotted you and began to make his way over.

"Because I told them to," Yunhi replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"And why would you do that?" You asked thoroughly annoyed. Coming out from behind the man as Trevor was about halfway across the dining room.

Yunho laughed his brightest laugh. The one that made your stomach swirl with butterflies. He turned finally and looked directly at you, just before the waiter was in earshot he spoke,

"Because you're cute when you're grumpy,"

And that is another thing about Yunho that was impossibly unfair. The man was a relentless flirt. And that wasn't just to you, anytime he made eye contact with anyone it's like he can't hold back the wink.

Finally, your peak time was over. After the incident with the water, the rest of the rush seemed to pass without a problem. There were only about two more hours till you could crawl back into the warmth of your bed and give your feet a real rest.

You had just finish bussing a table when the door chimed again. You could hear the host talking from where you were standing, and her words made your heart sink.

"Well of course Mr. Miller! You want your regular table I'm guessing,"

And then the reply in a groveling tone,

"She better be here tonight, I am starting to think she avoiding me,"

The "she" in question was you. And yes you were. Mr. Miller was a middle-aged sleazy man who came in close to close every Friday night demanding that you serve him. For the past few weeks you have asked Yunho if you could have Fridays off like he did, but due to some call-outs both of you had to come in.

You highly considered running to the back and feigning illness to go home, but it was too late.

"There she is!" The gargley voice called out. Admitting defeated you finally turned to look at him, and with the biggest fakes smile, you could muster you replied.

"Hey, Mr. Miller,"

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385 notes • Posted 2021-01-16 17:01:13 GMT

m.list

Ateez

{One Shots}

P. Seonghwa

-Crush ft. j.yn

-Teaching ft. c.jh

-Sailor’s Wife

-Expectations

-Arrangement

-House Husband

K. Hongjoong:

-Thank you

- Criminal

J. Yunho

-Precious -Crush ft. p.sh

K. Yeosang

None Yet!

C. San

-Asshole

S. Mingi

None Yet!

J. Wooyoung

None Yet!

C. Jongho

-Teaching ft. p.sh

{Timestaps}

-[9:07pm] p.sh, k.hj

-[8:42pm] p.sh

-[6:47pm] p.sh

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387 notes • Posted 2021-02-27 04:42:55 GMT

[6:47am] PSH

TW: boob stuff idk, this is pretty sweet but im still in fucking love with this concept.

Something had woken you up. You hadn't fully opened your eyes yet but you could tell from the way the sun was blinding you through your window it was still early morning. But what was it that woke you up? Slowly you became aware of the chill across your chest, where was your blanket? And why did you feel something wet?

Your eyes opened. After a brief moment adjusting to the light you saw it. There were your boyfriend seonghwa with his mouth latched onto your breast, looking straight at you. You took a moment to processes the sight, but as you were doing so seonghwa bit down on the now swollen nub just enough flashing his pearly whites for a second and you *groaned*

"Morning sweetheart" your boyfriend mumbled into your chest, finally breaking eye contact to look down at your body. His tongue swirled around the nipple soothingly before he turned his attention to leaving love bites on the underside of your breast. His lips felt heavenly and your head fell back on the pillow.

"Goo-od morning" you stuttered reaching out to grab your boyfriend's bare shoulder for support.

Seonghwa pulled completely away from your body, the spots where his mouth had been stung from the cold left behind.

"Sorry, I didn't want to disturb your sleep princess, but your shirt rolled up in the night and your tits looked so sweet I couldn't just not give them the attention they deserve," he said with an angelic smile. With the sunshine on his skin like this, he really did look like an angel.

"It's fine" you mumbled with a small pout, already missing the feeling of his mouth.

Your ever-observant boyfriend spoke again.

"Want me to keep going?" He asked already know the answer.

"Yes please,"

In a beat, seonghwa had pushed your sleep shirt up to reveal the other peak of your breast and leaned back into you. His tongue poked out of his mouth and licked your nub. He tested the waters by repeating this action another time watching your face morph back into bliss, before diving back in sucking on the skin around your sensitive nipple, focusing on kissing and licking every part of your breast before he was satisfied.

Every once and a while he would gently bite down into the squishy flesh, always looking up to watch your expressions change from discomfort to pleasure at the small pain.

"Please don't tease me" you begged quietly.

"I'm not teasing," he responded quickly before kitten licking your nipple once again.

"Then what are you doing?" You asked as quietly as before.

Seonghwa looked up at you, and you watched in slow motion as his lips formed into a showstopping smile. Pushing himself up your body, Seonghwa hovered over you for a moment before pushing his plush lips into yours in a slow and lazy kiss.

"Showing my baby how much I love her."

401 notes • Posted 2021-01-15 17:00:52 GMT

Pushover. psh jwy

TW: exhibitionism, fingering, oral female receiving, dirty talk, praise, degradation, grinding, slight bondage, good ole fashion fucking, cock stepping apparently, daddy kink, mutual masturbation, probably other stuff that have escaped my mind cuz writing this felt like a fever dream. So wooyoung is involved pretty heavily involved in this, like many of the kinks listed are done on him and by him so there you have it. Also yeosang is directly involved for like 4 seconds, also please just assume any tags mentioned in the first part that are not listed here may also pop up.

Part 1 (this is a direct continuation of this timestamp)

WC: 5k words of pure smut.

You were hardly aware of your surroundings. Nestled into Seonghwa’s lap, your head fell back onto his shoulder and your eyes screwed shut. You could hear the garbled sound of your boyfriend’s voice rumbling next to your ear, but the slim fingers working in and out of your wet hole stopped any thoughts from entering your brain. Your panties had been pushed aside only enough for him to slip two fingers inside you but you were already keening.

Seonghwa knew how to work you, knew how to make you fall apart and he would usually take his time doing it. Normally you had to put in the work for this kind of treatment, you would have to be especially good and listen to him well during the day, a single misstep or disobeyed words would leave you hopeless, but you had gotten very good at behaving. Why would you when he treated you so well? Not to mention that Seonghwa had something to prove today, without an exchange of words you already knew to be on your best behavior today.

“So what do you say, Woo? It’s your call.” Seonghwa spoke with a cool calm tone. His free hand tapped your side and you knew he wanted your attention for the next part, so your head lifted up and you pulled your eyes open to face the room.

Seven pairs of eyes were glued to you and your boyfriend, all in various stages of embarrassment to downright turned on, but the ones that caught your attention were none other than Wooyoung’s. Because it seemed for the first time the man was at a complete loss for words. His mouth was flapping open and closed like a fish out of water but his complexion was suddenly very pink. He was watching with careful eyes the way Seonghwa’s fingers slipped in and out of you, each time pulling more wetness from you, where it pooled on Seonghwa’s pant leg and made his fingers glisten.

“Are you going to answer me? I don’t appreciate being ignored Wooyoung.” Seonghwa’s voice sounded again, this time with a much steelier tone. Snapped out of his reverie Wooyoung’s eyes flung up to your boyfriend's hard gaze and he made a confused noise. Wooyoung’s body twitched at Seonghwa’s disappointed sigh and somewhere in the room, you heard Mingi muttering to Jongho.

“I asked you a question Woo, do you have an answer?”

Wooyoung’s eyes flitted around the room, desperately looking for aid in the faces of his friends, but none came. They seemed perfectly content to watch the loud boy struggle for words. Eventually, he looked to you for help with pleading eyes, you weren’t quite sure what he wanted you to do but before you could even ponder Seonghwa slipped another finger inside you, stretching you open, even more, making your lips fall open with a pleased sigh and your brain clouded over again.

“Don’t look to her for help, she listened well and is getting her reward. You can’t possibly expect her to risk that to help you. Now, I don’t like repeating myself Woo, so I’m only going to do it once. Do you still think I’m too much of a pushover?” Seonghwa spoke with icy venom.

Wooyoung frantically shook his head ‘no.’ You almost felt sorry for the man when your boyfriend's face turned to stone. Wooyoung noticed it too, and in a moment of frantic panic he realized his mistake and pushed out the word “No!” With perhaps a little too much force. Your head turned to look at Seonghwa’s sharp side profile. He looked very pleased with himself. Rightfully so, taking charge was his forte in times like these.

Seonghwa returned your gaze with a smirk. Using his free hand he gently took your chin between his fingers and pulled you in for a deep kiss. The hand working inside you slowed it is ministrations, but you knew better than to voice your disapproval. Seonghwa’s lips effortlessly urged yours to open and his long tongue slipped between them. Seonghwa’s kisses were always so, strong? He put so much force into every press of the lips and every swipe of the tongue head spun with excitement. Your eyes feel shut almost immediately, moving your mouth gently along with your boyfriend.

It seems you got a little too lost in the feeling of the kiss and the gentle push of the hand working inside you because you were slowly becoming more and more vocal with each passing second. What started as soft groans were now developing into full moans that were only slightly muffled by Seonghwa’s lips. But a sudden squeal from across the room drew both of your attention. Seonghwa broke the kiss to peer across the room at none other than Wooyoung, whose pink complexion had turned bright red since you last looked at him. Also notable, was the way he kept clenching his thighs together and making small grinding motions.

He wasn’t completely alone in this, one quick glass around the room showed you that all of your friends seemed to be enjoying the scene before them, many of them sporting hard dicks of their own (San and Hongjoong especially had taken to slowly palming themselves over their jeans) but none seemed to be quite as affected as the boy directly across for you.

“Getting impatient?” Seonghwa asked with disinterest.

“No,” Wooyoung replied, trying to match your boyfriend's tone but failing miserably.

“We’ve barely started and you're already rutting against the floor like a dog, are you sure this isn’t too much for you?” Seonghwa asked in a tone of mock concern. Seonghwa pulled his fingers from you to instead gently circle your clit with care. You. Squirmed again. The truth was you were remarkably close to the cumming. A fact Seonghwa probably knew. You tried to reassure yourself, knowing that in the current circumstances a high reward was coming your way soon, but the sudden emptiness was disappointing none the less and while it showed on your face you dared not make a sound.

“Get on with it then,”

You winced. Knowing the kind of reaction Wooyoung’s words would bring. Seonghwa’s face hardened. Much darker than you had seen in a long time. One quick glance to the side told you that the younger boy's word had left Seonghwa seething. He stayed silent for a moment, but not inactive. His fingers dancing across your folds seemed to gain a sense of purpose, and with sudden and unexpected vigor, Seonghwa worked them in a way that made your legs twitch and your hole clench around nothing.

“Can I, please?” You asked aloud, though it was clear who you were talking to.

“Go ahead little one,” Seonghwa encouraged with a surprisingly gentle tone.

A loud whine came from your open mouth and the room watched with rapt attention as your body came undone. Even Seonghwa pulled eyes dangerous gaze away from Wooyoung who had been gulping with fear, to watch with soft eyes at the way his pretty girl fell apart for him.

It must have been a truly lewd sight. Your body spasming freely as your glistening core twitched, not to mention your chest covered with marks given to you by the very man who caused your pleasure. The helpless cries were only the cherry on top to the room of onlookers, Yunho had even let out a low groan of his own. But the man of the hour, as it seemed, Wooyoung had returned to his stunned silence, watching the way Seonghwa continued to toy with your clit, prolonging your orgasm as much as possible for the room to enjoy.

Seonghwa turned back to Wooyoung and stopped his work on you only after the majority of your orgasm had passed, leaving you breathless and panting. You felt Seonghwa’s hard cock digging into your ass, but Seonghwa had other matters to attend to first. He fixed Wooyoung with a hard gaze and gave a simple command.

“Come here,”

Wooyoung froze at his words, unable to look away. Yeosang, who had been enjoying Wooyoung’s torment far more than the others urged his forward with a small push on the shoulder, which snapped him out of his trance, and after a moment he slowly crawled across the floor to sit on the floor before you.

Everyone in the room seemed shocked by this turn of events, yourself included, but one quick look from Seonghwa’s encouraging smile settled your nerves. Besides, your brain way still basking in the aftermath of your orgasm so this all seemed much more exciting than you would admit out loud.

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454 notes • Posted 2021-06-27 06:39:05 GMT

[10:26pm] psh

TW: exhibitionism, dom! seonghwa, sub! reader, non-sexual domination, markings, suggestive, Ngl this might need a part 2 cuz wooooweeee

It was no secret that Seonghwa allowed his friends to push him around a bit. It was all in good fun and driven by nothing but affection for the older man, but it still happened nonetheless. You noticed it quickly when you first encountered the boys and even after a relationship between you and Seonghwa bloomed, the boys carried on with their teasing.

But this was far from the man Seonghwa was with you. You had always found yourself at a loss for words around him, and you allowed him to guide your relationship as you went. Yes, he was gentle but most definitely firm. You found it almost too easy to submit to his words and actions, despite how his friends poked at him.

Even now, all of you were seated comfortably in your living room playing some kind of card game that Mingi insisted on, and Seonghwa couldn't seem to catch a break.

"Wow Seonghwa, you suck at this game," Wooyoung chided from the floor across the coffee table. Seonghwas's response was only an amused shrug and a deep sigh. You were slotted deep against his chest, almost sitting on the man. You had for the last few minutes been amusing yourself by playing with the fingers on his free hand. They were long and slim but undoubtedly strong, and your mind's eye flashed with times he had used them on you. You were so lost in thought you almost missed Wooyoungs jab.

"Really! You're not going to say anything!" His attention directed to you, "it must suck being with someone who is such a pushover,"

Wooyoung's comments were followed with a wink, so you knew he wasn't serious but the chorus of laughs from around the circle seemed to agree with the sentiment.

"The Seonghwa I know is most definitely not a pushover," you giggled because honestly, that would be the last word you would use to describe his attitude with you. He had on many occasions even outside of the bedroom taken control, guiding you with a firm hand on your back, protecting you from "friend" who had turned out to be far more toxic than you remember, scolding you when you did something against your better judgment. proving your point, Seonghwas hand came up to the back of your neck, squeezing it ever so slightly. It was a clear command, 'leave it alone'

So you did.

Because you trusted Seonghwa, and if he thought it wasn't worth arguing, then it wasn't. But even the most level-headed person in the world occasionally reached the end of their rope.

About an hour later, the infamous duo of WooSan was continuing their games against your boyfriend. These two were usually very good at keeping their jokes civil and never taking it too far, but today they seemed to be on something.

You had just gotten up to retrieve a glass of water for Seonghwa (the room had obviously missed the quiet "go grab me a drink sweetpea" he had mumbled into your ear) and upon your return, San spoke up.

"She does everything for you," he mocked, "when you two fuck, do you actually move or do you just sit there letting her do everything?" once again, it had been a joke, but you couldn't help but scoff.

"What does that mean?" Yunho asked, eyeing your face.

"It means we're right!" Wooyoung joined in. Now here's a fun piece of information, today on this abnormally hot evening you chose to wear a hoddie over top your tank top. Why? Because from the base of your neck to the dip of your hip bones, you were covered in pretty purple hickey and red bite marks (yes, bite marks), courtesy of Park Seonghwa.

Instead of arguing with words in one fluid motion, you pulled the thick sweater over your head and set it gently on the floor next to you. You heard Seonghwas disappointed sigh at your theatrics but instead fixed your deadpan gaze across the coffee table at Wooyoung.

The room fell silent, some looked taken aback, and some looked confused. Yeosang seemed to be the only one smirking with satisfaction because Wooyoung had been starting to get on his nerves.

"Damn, Seonghwa. What are you trying to do? Eat her?" Hongjoong asked accusatorily.

Seonghwas hand rested on your thigh. And in your small glance at his face, you knew that deep down he was more than a little proud.

"That looks a bit excessive," Jongho mumbled, averting his eyes. Seonghwas arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you flush against his lap.

"You never would guess by looking at them," San started, in an attempt to ease his own embarrassment, though the uncertain chuckle undermined his point. You were exceptionally satisfied sitting atop Seonghwas lap, proudly displaying his claims on you.

"That's because she behaves," Seonghwa spoke with an edge, "I don't need to say a word for her to listen."

As he spoke, Seonghwas hand gently slid to the crevice where your hip met your upper thighs. Almost instinctively you allowed your legs to spread just enough for his hand to have room to play.

"I could sit here for hours telling every single way she listens, every way her body reacts to me, every time she let me have my way with her." Seonghwas hand finally slipped down to cup your heat over your pants. You whine far too easily.

The boys had been watching with rapt attention, Mingi blushing a little too much to playoff.

"Are you two about to fuck in front of everyone?" Yunho asked incredulously, though his eyes were still friends drinking in the image. Every eye in the room was locked onto your and your boyfriend, watching how you practically melted against him, giving him free rein over your body.

"I don't know. I most certainly would," Seonghwas paused and Locked eyes with Wooyoung who visibly gulped in anticipation, Seonghwa pushed your shorts aside, showing the growing puddle in your panties, you couldn't help but let slip the quiet mantra of 'please'.

"Unless you think I'm too much of a pushover." Seonghwa jabbed with a dangerous smirk.

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