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mayasaurusss · 2 days ago
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hey how are you? could you write jinx x reader? something like jinx taking the reader's virginity. thanks ❤️🫰🏻
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My favorite piltie
A/N: Hello! I am okay anon, thanks for asking! Just a bit sad that tomorrow Arcane will end😭.
I want to make it clear that I tried to do this before the next act drops, so I wrote it in two days and some things might not be very good, but I hope you will enojiy it nonetheless!!
Contains: female reader, detailed description of a wound, smut. All characters are 20+ years.
2,8 K/4 pages
When Jinx came knocking at your door tonight, you didn't think you'd end up in this position: her hands gripping at the skin of your chest and with her head buried in it.
The beginning of your night had kicked off with a strange twist when you heard a knock on your fifth floor appartment's window. You gulped down your fear and with a fast beating heart, looked past the window's glass to see a crouching figure with bright pink eyes staring at you. Any other occasion and you would have died on the spot, but you knew who she was. As soon as you opened the window, the figure let herself in, crawling out of the darkness and into the light of your room. "You are so nice letting me in, piltie" she said, and you don't miss the venom laced in the last word she spoke. "Your people aren't really known to be kind" her long fingers mess with the many little trinkets displayed on your shelves, checking their mechanisms and turning their gears.
"What do you want, Jinx?" you can feel a tingling sense of anger inside your skull at her continuous teasings.
You still remember the first time you had seen her, running from enforcers and covering her wounded shoulder.
You knew how ruthless they could be, especially since Miss Kirramman had taken control over the city. In a strange turn of events, you had found her curled up in one of Piltover's abandoned alleys and brought her with you to your home, taking care of her for the next few days until you found your window open and the blue haired criminal nowhere to be seen. During that time, you grew fond of her and were sad when she disappeared. Some weeks had passed and your life continued to flow normally, until she showed up at your door again. You were actually kind of amazed by the fact that she managed to sneak inside the appartment's building without being noticed, but after the third time, when someone called the enforcers on her, she had begun to climb on the building's exterior and knock at your window instead.
"Oh nothing, just wanted to pay a visit to my favorite piltie" she falls back on your bed, sizing you up from head to toe with that smirk of hers that makes your heart beat faster. "That's all?" the mattress dips under your weight as you sit next to her, always keeping your eyes on hers. "Mhmm, maybe" she fishes something from a bag -one you've just noticed- and shakes it: a small glass globe filled with water and fake flakes of snow. The tallest buildings of Piltover reflect the warm lights of your room, making the city of progress look ethereal under the glass. But it wasn't the shiny buildings or the snowflakes that got your attention, but a small name made with metal and gear parts glued to the bottom of the globe. "No way...is this a real Valdiani?!" the shock in your voice makes Jinx's heart flutter, something that she has never experienced before.
She lets out a proud snuff of air from her nose, pushing her chest outwards, "Consider it a gift for my fav- shit!" the sudden swear catches your attention and you look over to see Jinx doubled over. "Jinx! What is going on?!" It's faint, but you can see her hands wrapped tightly around her left side, traces of blood seeping from between her fingers. "Oh shit! Jinx what happened?" she lets out a breathless chuckle, her skin suddenly far paler than normally. "Hah, just some gift the bluebellies have given me" she sucks in a breath when you move her hands, biting a scream away. A deep wound runs along her side, pus forming where her skin had been pulled back from the slash, bleeding red on your covers. You run outside of your room and collect gauze, antiseptic, healing creme and a glass of water.
"Here, bite this" you hand her an old cloth, which she promptly places in between her teeth. "Ready?" she nods, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. The heat of your hand is the only thing that brings her comfort. She isn't ready though when you pour the liquid over her wound: it feels like billions of needles stinging and burning her flesh, making her want to vomit.
"There there, it's over..." you quickly dry her skin and massage the healing cream on her, finally finishing when you cover her stomach with the gauze. She releases a huff of relief, mindlessly tangling her fingers with yours. When the pain subsides, she realizes how close the two of you are. You on your knees, her panting and sweating, how close you are to her and how fast her heart is beating. It would take a second, just a second for her to reach for your lips and melt into you...
"Uh... I- uh, just-, what happened?" you try to not sound too shy but your voice gives your feelings away. "I..." Jinx's throat bobs and it seems that she'd rather curl herself up like a hedgehog than admitting whatever she did. "You know, the usual. Went on a walk, stormed a shop, stole some things, got the enforcers called on me and..." she gestures towards her side, "...this happened".
Jinx isn't clear with her words, but something about the blush on her skin hints at the fact that there may be something else underneath her facade. You might try at least, right? Reaching for the glass globe, you twirl it in your hands, watching the snowflakes fall on Piltover. "Jinx...did you get chased after stealing this?", she doesn't answer, but her shy silence is enough for you.
"Why? Why do this for me?" she pouts her lips before answering, still held back by some sort of pride. "W-what can I say? Anything for my favorite piltie...".
A heavy silence fills the room, of the kind that is difficult to bear.
You can't believe it. You just can't believe that she'd be so reckless, so stupid! It's difficult to bite your anger back, but you do so, and instead of crying or screaming or scolding her, like Jinx thought you were going to do, you just hug her tightly against your chest. Your grip is so strong against her that she feels like she'll choke on it.
But you are so warm in comparison to her body, so, so warm. For the first time in a while, after Silco's death, after Vi's betrayal, after everything went to shit, she feels like she can breathe. And so she does, inhaling your scent in between, tasting it on her tongue. When you pull back, Jinx's eyelids are heavy with want, her mouth slightly open and her skin red.
It takes a second for her lips to push against yours, for her hands to come up and grab your face and pull you down towards her. The kiss is surprisingly tender for it to be Jinx's: you expected teeth and tongue, not pecks and soft touches. The way she sighs and runs her hands on your chest has you keening for her. "Jinx..." a small line of spit connects your lips, and before you can say anything else, she wipes it off on your bottom lip and sighs, "You know what piltie? I think I deserve something too".
Blinking at her a couple of times, she groans at your naivety and continues while taking your cheeks in her hand. "It has been a hard day for me: running from enforcers, bleeding all the way here... I think I deserve a gift too".
And that's where you are now, naked from the waist up with Jinx on your lap, diligently taking what's hers. The way her tongue teases your nipple is something to die for. It seems all her softness has died with the kiss you shared before, now tugging and biting every part of you. You gasp as she bites your nipple, leaving the indents of her teeth on the delicate skin.
"If I knew I could see you all shy and fidgety-" she tugs your left nipple with her long fingers, smiling cruelly when tearing a gasp from you, "...I would have done this earlier". Her lips leave your right nipple, spit chilling the skin, before she teases both of them with the point of her fingernails, moving and tickling them.
Jinx lets out one of those cruel laughs of hers before diving right back on your nipple, giving it one last kiss and moving towards your stomach. She kisses and strokes every one of your scars, every mole or freckle, every inch of skin, until she comes across the hem of your pants. "N-No wait, Jinx..." you place your hand on her forehead, strands of blue hair falling in between your fingers. She halts immediatley at your discomforted voice, billions of little alarms going off in her head and an attentive yet scared look in her eyes. "What is it?".
"I... I have to tell you something" and with that, her heart beats faster and faster and that obnoxious voice inside her head speaks; 'You've hurt her' and 'Look at what you've done' and 'Did you really think she would genuinely like you?'. But your voice is stronger than theirs. "Hey? Is everything alright? We don't have to do this" in the meantime, your hand cups her cheek, thumb stroking at the pale skin. "Yeah I- I am okay. And I want to" her own fingers close in on you and she takes a moment to breathe. Your own warmth is one of the only things that can make her calm. When the voices blur away and only you and her are left, she opens her eyes again, your reflection sharp inside their pink. "What do you have to tell me?" now it was your time to take a breath, because knowing Jinx, she could have two reactions over your news: making fun of you or absolutely losing her shit. "I... I am a virgin".
She takes a moment to process the information and then lets out a wheezing laugh, making blood rise quickly to your face. "That's it?! I thought I accidentally hurt you or something!". The only thing you can do at this point is pout and look away offended. "Oh come on toots" her hands take a hold of your face before turning you to her, who is smiling softly and with tenderness. "I am just kidding. Don't be so moody. And besides..." she captures your lips, biting and licking and sucking until they darken, leaving a faint trace of blood where her teeth were, "...It's so fucking hot".
The descent to get to her prize is tedious and long, but Jinx can't help but want to savor each one of its steps. Her fingers finally hook on the hem of your pants and pull down, revealing your naked thighs to her; the only thing stopping her from claiming her prize is the fabric of your underwear. "Wait a second..." despite how cute you look to her, Jinx rolls her eyes at yet another one of your attempts to stop her. "What, toots? You don't want me to fuck you?" your eyes widen when she so bluntly says that, without an ounce of embarrassment on her face, but continue. "What?! N-no I want to....it's just that..." you eye Jinx's position on the floor. "The wound might be painful if you crouch... I don't want you to hurt yourself".
"So, what do you want me to do?". You look back between Jinx and the plush, comfortable bed, a lightbulb popping off on your head. "Lie on the bed", you say, making Jinx blink a few times before processing and understanding your intentions. "Ohh, I didn't take you for the kinky type, toots". She crawls over the bed, making sure to look as alluring as possible, then lies down with her head pressed on one of your pillows. "There. Do you like this more?" the way that she's so smug about it, with that stupid smirk of hers, makes you want to choke her to death.
"Shut the fuck up", you follow her, placing yourself on each side of her head, feeling her hands rise on your tighs to curl on the soft fabric she so wishes were to disappear. "Hmhm, alright" she eyes the patch of cloth that has begun to show a wet stain, images of what she is going to do to you already flashing in her mind. But this position prevents her from sliding them off without you having to move away from her, and she'd rather keep you and your pussy here. "You know, as much as I love how cute you look with these..." you only have a brief moment to see a malicious glint in her eyes, before she tears your underwear apart, leaving you naked in front of her "I'd much rather have you bare". "Jinx! I just told you to shut up!" it doesn't help that she doesn't mind you and whistles loudly, making you feel more and more embarrassed. "And I -shut up!-. And-and those were expensive! Do you know how-!" but all your words die in your throat when she, with a strength you didn't know she had, pulls you flat against her mouth.
She licks your clit like a starved woman, like it will be the last meal she'll ever have. She doesn't dive right in your pussy, instead takes her sweet time to torture you, making you wish she'd just fuck you already. "Jinx...please, I-" she opens her eyes to see you above her, naked and panting with pleasure, something she only ever dreamt of seeing.
She can't say no to her favorite piltie. Her cold hands grab your ass, propping you up in a new angle on her face so you can't move, but she can do everything she wants to. She spends the next minutes milking your pleasure out of you, before pushing one finger slowly inside of you. You gasp in pain at first, a small trickle of blood wetting your skin and her fingers, and after a few minutes, feeling need arise from the depths of your guts. Jinx's eyes widen when she first feels you move atop her fingers, riding them messily; and she already has a new idea. "No, none of that toots" with her left hand, she yanks your hips down on her fingers, preventing you from moving further. Her next words feel like ice cold water on naked skin; "I won't make you cum if you do it again" and as if that wasn't bad enough, she emphasizes her point with a trust of her fingers. "You will be a good girl, won't you?".
"Yes, yes, yes I will be a good girl..." her smile is all you see before she disappears underneath your thighs. As soon as you get used to the alien feeling of her fingers inside of you, her pace is unrelenting; fast and hard, torturing your clit with her lips. She takes your hips and places your slit directly onto her tongue, forcing you to grind down on it. When you start to wheeze from her touches, she decides to move onto the next phase of her plan. "Hey baby, get up a sec" you would rather keep on grinding on her tongue, but comply anyway. You get up, putting ditance between your slit and her mouth, but while you do, she directly shoves in her fingers, making your legs almost give out. With her other hand she pushes you until your ass is flat against her lap. "Come on, bounce" you don't let her repeat herself twice, already fucking yourself on her fingers at the best of your abilities. What she's seeing is far better than anything she could have ever dreamt of: her favorite piltie bouncing up and down her fingers, eyes heavy and panting above her. And your movements on her own crotch only make her feel more and more euphoric. Oh, if only she could feel you... When she curls her finger on that spot that has you keening, you finally come undone; finger intertwined, billions of stars exploding beneath your eyelids and electricity coursing through your veins. You collapse on her, skin against skin, puffing and gasping for each breath. Your whines reach Jinx's ears and right now, she wants nothing more than to tear orgasms upon orgasms from you, but she'll have to wait.
You roll over, taking a place near her on the bed, shivering from the intensity of your first time. And when Jinx, with a horrifyingly both sweet and sadistic smile turns to you, excitement clear on her face, your pussy clenches around nothing and your blood turns to ice. "So, wanna go again?"
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scarletwinterxx · 3 days ago
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in the quiet of us - choi seungcheol imagine
tbh this fic came about while listening to milk teeth and did you like her in the morning by niki 🥺 dare i say i'm getting better with the angst haha ofc it's gonna end in a cute way
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You and Seungcheol have been dating for nearly a year, and on the surface, the two of you seem to be an ideal couple—you’re the shy, introspective type, while he’s outgoing, expressive, and always the center of attention. 
Your love for Seungcheol is quiet. It’s gentle, steady, and sometimes, you feel like it’s almost too quiet to be enough for someone like him. You have always loved him in a subtle, understated way, hoping that your affection is enough without needing to shout about it. Seungcheol, on the other hand, is the type who wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s affectionate, always complimenting you and showing his love in grand, showy gestures. 
He never shies away from declaring his feelings to the world.
You will never tell him your reasons for holding back when the truth is you love him with every piece of yourself. You’re terrified that your calm, reserved nature won’t compare to the passion and intensity of his past relationships. You about his ex-girlfriend, the one he once spoke of like she was his soul mate. Cheol has always been open about his past, and while he never directly compares you to her, you can’t help but feel like there are times you’re falling short of the vibrant, adventurous, free-spirited image of the girl who’s still a part of his memories. 
You and Seungcheol are sitting together on the couch, having just returned from a weekend getaway. You’re quiet, lost in thought.
"That trip was amazing, huh? I love how we just got to be spontaneous and go wherever we felt like." Cheol says while looking through the photos of your quick weekend getaway with some of his friends, you watch the big smile on his face 
"Yeah... it was nice." softly you say, Cheol being the mind reader he is, immediately looks at you when he hears your voice
Leaning closer to you he asks, "You don’t sound convinced. What’s on your mind?"
“I’ve been thinking a lot about... us, actually."
Cheol felt his heart skip a beat, and not in a good way. There’s so many breakup scenes that start off with those same words
"Us? What about us?" he asks
"I know you’ve had past relationships. I know you loved… you loved her. And I... I don’t know, Seungcheol. I can’t help but feel like... maybe my way of loving you isn’t enough."
Your sudden confession makes him sit straight up, wondering where all of this is coming from, "What do you mean? Of course, it’s enough. You love me in your own way—"
"But it’s so quiet. I’m not like the others. I’m not as... exciting or loud or memorable. I don’t do the big, dramatic gestures like they did. I’m just... me." you cut him off
You see hurt flash across his eyes, wishing you never said anything. You should’ve just said nothing. To avoid his stare, you look down at your hands that were resting on your lap 
"You’re not being fair to yourself. You’re everything I want, just the way you are." he whispers, feeling more sad and disappointed that you think that way about yourself when you’re quite literally everything to him.
Softly, almost to yourself you say "I’m just scared that you’re going to wake up one day and realize that I’m nothing like the girls you’ve loved before. That you’ll want... someone more. Someone who loves you in a bigger, louder way."
He looks at you, a thousand things running through his mind.
"Look at me." he tells you but you don’t move from where you’re sitting
"I just... I don’t know if I can keep pretending that everything’s fine when I feel so... small in your love." 
Gently turning your chin to face him, he smiles at you
"You don’t have to pretend with me. Not ever."
"But what if I’m not what you need? What if you want someone who—"
Cutting you off gently, he speaks again "I don’t want anyone else. I want you. I love you, the way you love me, and it’s more than enough. You don’t need to be like anyone else, because there’s no one like you. You love me in a way that’s so quiet, so steady—it’s the kind of love I’ve always needed, even if I didn’t realize it until now."
You can’t stop the tears falling down on your cheeks, Cheol does that for you. He wipes them away one by one, with each one he says a vow in his mind to never let anything or anyone even himself make you cry in this lifetime. 
"But... I don’t know how to love any other way. I’m not like you. I can’t... do all the big things you do for me." you whimper
"You don’t need to. I don’t need grand gestures. I don’t need loud. I need you, exactly as you are." he shakes his head, holding your face between his hands
He waits for you to say anything else but you don’t. You just embrace him, letting yourself fall apart infront of the only man who knows how to fix it all. And he lets you be. He lets you cry in his arms until you fall asleep, he lets you let go of what you’re feeling. Whispering words of assurance and affirmation, letting you know you’re not alone. 
You’ll never feel alone as long as you have him. 
The next morning, after a long conversation, you and Seungcheol are sitting in the kitchen together. He already made breakfast for the two of you. 
You look at him, still feeling a bit unsure but more at ease.
“So... you’re okay with the way I love you? Even if it’s not loud?" you’re the first one to speak
Softly smiling, he takes your hand "Your love is exactly what I’ve always needed. You love me with a softness, a patience, and I’m so grateful for it. I love how you take the time to listen to me, to show you care in the quietest ways. You don’t have to change who you are for me. I want you."
This makes you smile, little by little your worries disappear. You know it’s going to take some time before you feel okay, it’s a war between you and mind and yet here’s Cheol ready to fight that battle with you.
"I’ve always loved you like that. I just didn’t think it would ever be enough." you whisper
He walks over to your side, leaning in and kissing your forehead) "It’s more than enough. You’re more than enough. Always have been." he tells you
Later that day, Seungcheol left to get some errands done. When he comes back, he surprises you with a small gesture—no grand gesture, just a simple note with a favorite flower from the garden.
"Seungcheol, this is... really sweet." you smile up at him
Leaning against the doorframe, looking at you with affection "I know it’s not a big, loud thing, but I hope it says what I’ve been trying to tell you: I love you exactly as you are. In your quiet, beautiful way."
"I love you, too. In my own way." chucking softly, you shoot him a smile. Walking towards where he was, you throw your arms around him. His arms immediately wraps around you, 
"And I’ll never want anything else."
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amphibiahawks321 · 1 day ago
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🌲FOREST🌲
[Rozzum pacing awkwardly in the forest clearing, her claws nervously clutching onto a wild flower bouquet]
[Finx stood beside her, clearly trying to keep her nervous system in tack while wearing a tech ring on his leg]
Finx : Okay Rozzum, remember, humanoid robots like Y/N love and appreciate subtlety don't just walk up to him and roar out all of your feelings!
[Rozzum stares at finx and tilts her head, confused]
Rozzum : Subtlety? is.... is that some kind of voice upgrade?
[Finx gives Rozzum a light hit on her head]
Finx : it's a social upgrade you rust bucket!
........
[RobotY/N using his eyes to scan and visual analyze a dark oak tree while holding a notepad while humming softly]
RobotM!Reader : Hm.... Interesting!
[RobotY/N starts writing down the facts he got from the tree]
[Rozzum walked over to Y/N, a bouquet in her hand with her presence impossible to ignoreBecause she's taller then him–]
[RobotY/N noticed rozzum's presence but still looking down and writing down]
RobotM!Reader : Hello Rozzum! Do you need some assistance on facts about the forest?
Rozzum : No!–i mean... No, I am here to–Uh, ask you if you would like to establish a temporary emotional outing later on...
[RobotY/N stops writing and looks up at her]
RobotM!Reader : Huh?–
[Rozzum quickly shoved the bouquet on her hand into his hands]
Rozzum : Here... Before I grabbed it I analysed these for safety... They also appear to have a very pleasing colour pattern and have an 80% chance of giving positive emotions...
[Fink noise can be heard from rozzum's head]
......
[Meanwhile in a nearby bush, finx staring at RobotY/N and rozzum from inside the bush while talking to the tech ring on his leg]
Finx : Great! Now tell him how fascinating he is!
Rozzum : And Uh... I can't help but be fascinated by your programming today, your visual analysis amazes me how quick it is!
Finx : Aaaaaand compliment him!
Rozzum : your eyes are more advanced than any algorithm i've encountered, it's the way they process light is simply very... Mesmerising...
Finx : Nailed it!
RobotM!Reader : O-Oh my–Uhh... That was very... Lovely to hear... You also got me flowers?
Rozzum : Yes, and I request your presence on a nice outing–with low hostilities with no explosions of course!
[RobotY/N starts getting a bit overheated]
RobotM!Reader : Are you perhaps.... "Asking me out"?–
Rozzum : Yes! is it not clear enough? Should I have added a banner? Perhaps fireworks? Or maybe–
RobotM!Reader : Chuckles... No, no of course not! It's clear enough, But... excuse me for asking but... Why the sudden interest in me?
Rozzum : I wouldn't say "Sudden" I quite enjoy your company for some time now and uhh–for your question is that you're very... Efficient, helpful, nice and not to mention the creatures love you....
[Finx took out a leaf from the bush and wiped his eyes]
Finx : So beautiful...
......
[Suddenly pinktail took the leaf from his hand and used it to wipe her tears]
Pinktail : Sniffs.. tell me about it...
Finx : I know right–.....
[Finx looks beside him to see pinktail, but then he stares around inside the bush to see the others looking at Rozzum and RobotY/N too]
Finx : What the–!? How long have all of you been in here!?
Pigtail : The entire time basically, you are terrible at looking at your surroundings
Finx : Why would you guys enter a bush that I entered in the first place!?
Thorn : We saw you sneakily enter the bush, not to mention you were wearing a weird ring on your leg
RobotM!Reader : So i–Uhh Coughs... Would love to go on an outing with you! Meet me at the nearby duck pond in... Let's see, 20 minutes?
Rozzum : Agreed! I will prepare a destruction protocol in case there's an emergency!
[RobotY/N starts smiling wider and getting a bit more overheating, RobotY/N walks a bit closer to rozzum and stand on his tippy toes and gives Rozzum a kiss on the cheek]
Rozzum : .....
RobotM!Reader : S-see you later! Can't wait!
[RobotY/N leaves in a haste while mumbling to himself]
RobotM!Reader : Why did I do that, Why did I do that why did I do that, why did I do that, Why did I do that, why did I do that, why did I do that–
[Rozzum holds onto the cheek RobotY/N kissed, making her eyes starts flickering lights repeatedly]
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illbegottenfaith · 2 days ago
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handwritten - theo nott x reader
yours and theo’s story as told through notes passed in class
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a/n - came up with this quick idea to release some pent up creative energy while mulling over lucky pt 3. will prob make this an ongoing series for small ideas I can’t get fully fledged fics out of. easy to write, easy to read, enjoy!
tropes/warnings - fluff, a minor hinting at angst, newstudent!theo, estranged friends to lovers
word count - 1.5k
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Monday, 10.07 am, Charms
Hey. You might want to pull your nose out of that disgusting textbook for once.
We’ve been over this. Just because you don’t understand something it doesn’t mean it’s disgusting. It’s very disrespectful.
What is disrespectful is you not paying attention to our year’s hottest new commodity - emphasis on the hot. I must say, he fills out that uniform quite nicely.
I’m sure he does.
C’mon, you’re not even a little bit curious? Just a peek?
Y/N? Hellooooooo? 
Oh my god. I know the guy.
???
What is he doing here? Last I heard he was being homeschooled.
Know him how??
We went to the same primary school. We were…friends.
Riiiight.
Don’t get any ideas. I haven’t seen him since I was ten. And he looked very, very different back then. Had a ratty sort of face. I can still kind of see it, actually.
Oh, Y/N, how could you say such awful things about his beautiful face! Oh dear, that bone structure…
Quiet, you. He’s really…grown. He’s so much taller now.
You know what you should do? You should offer to help him catch up.
On five years of school?
Oh, please, he was homeschooled. He had to have learnt some things. Who is he, anyway?
Theodore Nott.
Now that’s an Old Money name if I ever heard one.
Ivy. Be nice.
So? Is he? Old money, that is.
I…suppose so.
Are you sure you two were friends?
Yes. It’s been a while, that’s all. I just…wow. I can’t believe he’s here. Like, right there. I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again.
What happened?
He moved. I was starting at Hogwarts. We lost touch, it happens.
But now he’s back! Yay! Did you see those sinfully blue eyes of his?
Ivy, you have a boyfriend.
I know. Ivan agrees, by the way.
That he’s hot?
Yes.
He’s sitting on the other side of the room. When did you have time to discuss this??
Just now. Right in front of you. What did you think all that eyebrow-waggling was about?
I thought you were having a stroke. Merlin, the two of you are perfect for each other.
Don’t change the subject. He’s not gay, is he? Your friend? All the hot ones usually are.
I wouldn’t know, now, would I? I haven’t heard anything about him in years. Ivy, leave him alone. Please don’t harass the poor guy, sexually or otherwise. And quit it with the notes. He’ll notice.
How??? Has he got eyes on the back of his very nicely shaped head? He’s busy with Flitwick anyway.
Trust me, he’ll see. Nothing gets past Theodore Nott.
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Monday, 2.15 pm, Potions
Well?????
Well, what?
The chat!!! Your chat!!!!!! With Mr. Theodore Nott!!!!!!!!
You have to quit it with the caffeine. You’re far too excitable after lunch.
The chat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was fine. It was…nice.
Uh-huh.
He goes by Theo now.
Okay. I’ll pretend I care about that.
It was all very casual, very superficial. It was really just us exchanging pleasantries. Oh, right. He asked me to accompany him to Quidditch tryouts.
You??? But you hate Quidditch.
I know.
Please tell me you didn’t say that.
I didn't. I just said I didn’t know much about it.
And?
He said that didn’t matter. He just wanted me there for moral support.
Then what was with all the turning red halfway through? You looked like you were going to combust.
Was it that obvious?
Ivan had some pumpkin juice ready, just in case.
It was nothing. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all. He called me his good luck charm.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You’re going to rip a hole through the parchment.
AWWWWW
So?? Did you say yes??
I said I’d think about it.
BOOOOOOOO
Come on, Vee. He’s been flying since before he could walk. He always talked about joining the big leagues, you know. He knows everything there is to know about Quidditch, so of course he’ll make the team. And it’ll have nothing to do with me.
But he doesn’t even have any friends yet :(
That’s because he hasn’t talked to anyone yet.
Y’know, Romilda Vane wanted to know why he was talking to you of all people.
What’s that supposed to mean??
Eh, you know. You can be a little…snippy.
I am NOT snippy.
There it is. The snippiness.
Whatever. It’s all so pointless. Come Thursday evening, he’ll have joined the Quidditch team and he’ll be hanging out with, y’know, those people, and we’ll be ancient history. He’ll make plenty of friends. He just doesn’t know it yet.
Okay. If you say so. Also, at lunch, I finally tried that thing you’re always talking about, “applying myself,” and I found this article on his dad in the library. From 6 years ago.
Don’t you want to know what the article said?
You could have mentioned he was a death eater, you know.
I don’t care about that, by the way. You used to be friends and that’s good enough for me. But, Y/N, he was arrested six years ago. And you haven’t talked to Theo in six years. But there isn’t any kind of connection between those, is there?
Y/N?
Do not make me throw this at you. I know how you feel about paper cuts.
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Tuesday, 3.03 pm, Defence Against the Dark Arts
Where’s your friend?
?
You know. Who you’re always passing notes with in class?
You noticed?
Hard not to. It makes you all fidgety and annoyed.
Yeah, well, Ivy’s an annoying person.
I’ll take your word for it. What do you have after this?
Transfiguration.
Wow. That’s one of the harder ones, isn’t it?
Er, depends on who you ask, I think.
Still brilliant as ever, then.
Shut up. I’m not half the swot I was in primary school. 
I never thought you were a swot. You were just…enthusiastic.
That’s sweet of you to say, Theo.
Huh. I thought I’d always be Teddy to you.
We’re not ten anymore, Theo. I can say your name perfectly now.
That’s good. So, have you thought about it?
Thought about what?
The Quidditch tryouts. You’re the only person I know here so you have to say yes.
I don’t know. Some of the girls look pretty interested in getting to know you.
What?
Nothing. I guess I could swing by for a short while.
That’s my girl.
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Thursday, 8.37 pm, Common Room
SO?????
He got in. Obviously. Was there ever any doubt?
Did he run up to you? Did he hug you? Did he pick you up and spin you around???
Witch Weekly is a bad influence on you.
Details, please.
He hugged me. Kind of. Nearly tackled me, he was so excited.
you are SO his good luck charm!!!!!!
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Friday, 11.17 am, Defence Against the Dark Arts
Witch Weekly?
It’s not mine. I’m holding it for a friend.
Right.
Really, I am. Ivy’s a fiend for these but she has this Charms test coming up that she absolutely cannot fail.
I believe you. ‘Top 6 Magical Contraceptives for the Modern Witch’ doesn’t sound like your kind of reading material.
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I was only having a little fun.
I’m not embarrassed. Are you embarrassed?
Erm, no, but you’re very red. Do you need to see the Healer?
I’m fine. It’s just hot. And no one calls Madam Pomfrey ‘the Healer,’ by the way.
Ah. I see.
Is there a point to all this? Did you need to ask something?
Oh, right. What are you up to on Saturday night?
Saturday? Dunno…wanted to take a crack at that Transfiguration essay.
Excellent. I’ll pick you up at 8.
Oh?
It’s nothing. A couple of the guys on the team wanted to celebrate with drinks at Hogsmeade. Everyone’s bringing someone, and I thought it would be nice if you came. Being my good luck charm, and all.
Oh, Theo, you probably don’t know this since you’re new and all, but going down to Hogsmeade is only permissible on certain weekends. And only start a couple of weeks into the term, so not yet.
Did you just -? Oh my god, you did. You laughed at me. You laughed at my note. Out loud. You’re lucky you’re in Slytherin, you know. Snape usually goes absolutely ballistic if anyone interrupts his lesson.
I’m sorry, I forgot what a stickler you were. I just - I didn’t think I’d miss it.
Please, Theo, forget the drinks. I cannot in good conscience stand by and let you break so many rules. You’ve been here less than a week!
Guess you’ll have to keep an eye on me. Make sure I stay out of trouble.
Exactly.
Great. See you Saturday at 8.
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tyunized · 3 days ago
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GOOD MORNING~
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genre: smut, one shot, fluff, long-termbf!taehyun fem!reader, short.
song i recommend - Japanese denim, Daniel Ceaser
warnings - Somnophilia, oral (f. rec), rimming. did I miss any?
wc: 400+
note: this is my first time writing on tumblr, finally not being a lurker lol, so please bare with me lmao and this was also rushed. I'm sorry if it's bad 😭😭😭. I enjoyed writing this overall I love taehyunnnn.
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It’s a quiet Saturday morning, and you’re still tucked in bed, sleeping on your stomach, finally catching up on rest after a busy week. Taehyun, always the early riser, moves carefully beside you as he gets ready for the gym. His quiet, deliberate steps barely register, letting you drift peacefully in the comfort of the morning. You hear the faint sound of water running as he heads to the bathroom to freshen up.
A few minutes later, he returns, quietly stepping back into the bedroom to grab his gym things, making sure not to disturb you, but stops and sees the shape of your body through the thick covers, he then realizes how good your ass looks through the covers.
Your nice ass reminded him of last night where he gave you the most passionate sex you could ever ask for and his aftercare was so relaxing that you went to sleep without putting your clothes back on, Taehyun didn’t mind at all if you slept naked in his bed it reassures him that you trust him and comfortable, he absolutely loves it.
Back to the present, Taehyun couldn’t help his urges so he sat at the end of the bed and slowly rolled up the blanket only exposing the lower half of your body, he gently started messaging the back of your legs and ass to let you know that he didn't leave yet, you move a little from his touch.
Taehyun slowly buries his face into your ass and starts licking up and down your crack, as you are half asleep his tongue feels like a very wet, but gentle massage on your areas. You hear all different types of wet noises , slurping, kissing, sucking–it sounded like he was having his breakfast right there.
You felt very flustered but this is the best way someone has woken you up, you hate it when people disturb your rest but this felt so nice. As you begin to feel more awake, your moans get louder but still remain soft. Taehyun hearing your soft, half-sleep moans made him even more hungry so he’s kissing all around your holes.
He can tell that you’ve woken up by now, he removed his face from your ass, and said “Good morning honey, I think the gym can wait a bit”, once he said those words you knew that round 2 from last night was about to GO DOWNNN!
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phantomrose96 · 1 day ago
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Aromantically rotating this quote from Jon "The Silt Verses" Ware from the Season 2 Q&A (bold emphasis mine)
Question: I love what Paige and Hayward have going on. How would you describe their dynamic? ​ JON: I saw someone online talk about the, “the paladin and the prophet.” Which I think is a really nice way of looking at it! Whereas I saw them as two people who…both of them have come to the end of the road in their old lives. [...] I think maybe there’s also an implicit question there about whether there’s something romantic going on – maybe I’m reading into it, but that is something that’s on my mind a lot, so I’d love to talk about it more. ​ Because shipping is fantastic and it’s wonderful and it’s cool, but as a writer who’s way too online in a parasocial world, I’m really wary of how I respond to it and how I process it. ​ I personally, I don’t like writing fictional characters where the most important moment in their narrative arcs is when they get together with the person they were always meant to get together with. Generally, it’s just a bugbear of mine in fiction and I’m not sure I agree with the underlying message. ​ But I think if any writer who’s way too online sees, hey, people are getting excited about these two characters hooking up and falling in love and they keep coming back to this idea of them hooking up and falling in love, there’s a real rodent voice in the back of your head whispers, "give the people what they want. Get those likes, get that fanart." ​ Which is the wrong response! Because we don’t understand that maybe people are just having fun exploring these characters or their own interpretations of these characters, we think they must be anticipating a pay-off from us. ​ And again, I think it can send you in the wrong direction, one that ends up being essentially flattening – we don’t think, "if these characters hook up, OK, what new opportunities does that give us to explore them, to understand them in greater depth?" Instead we think we need to perform a climactic moment of love and comfort and happiness to get the audience’s approval. Which can be very much to the detriment of the complexity of the characters, but also, afterwards, where do you go with it? ​ And after we released maybe one episode of The Silt Verses, I saw a couple of folks online going ‘oh, god, I hope this isn’t going to end with Carpenter and Faulkner hooking up,’. And you go, "oh my god, I hadn’t considered that as a possibility for a second, that’s not who they are and that’s not what the relationship is here" - but of course all of us are primed for it, that enemies-to-lovers thread that is so common. ​ [...] ​ So it felt like I could introduce a connection there [with Paige and Hayward] and we could see a different way that they begin to be around each other that hopefully feels like it’s adding new dimensions to both of the characters without me looking over my shoulder going, “Am I in danger of turning this into something a bit stock by turning it into quite a straightforward romantic situation?”
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goaskangel · 2 days ago
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bookie!
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journalist!reader x business-man!hakari
cw...NSFW, slight manipulation, mention of intox, use of "mister" "sir" "doll", dumification, degradation, all the usual smut stuff LOL
word count...4.8k
a/n...this is my first fic ive posted publicly EEEK lowk nervy but i've read like 2 good hakari fics on this mf website and i js figured i might as well do it myself. my writing here IS NOT MY BEST, i plan to indulge into how i usually write. smut is a little harder for me to write so be patient AND NICE PLZ. mdni!please understand what kind of media you are consuming and be smart about it.
just the way hakari presented himself, it felt as if even if you didn’t suspect anything from him, it was obvious he was a secretive and cocky man. from how he dressed with his constant change between pimpy-fur coats and vulgar tanks with his ever-changing colored hair between purples, blacks, and blondes, it was no surprise he must’ve lied his way to the top. 
and even with this assumption, you couldn’t deny the offer of living with him and your company's team. not necessarily living with him but staying in a private luxury hotel, and sure, maybe your job here wasn’t very important as a journalist but your boss insisted on you attending. 
what kind of moron would pass on the opportunity of possibly breaking through one of japan’s wealthiest and slyest business men anyway?
something about interviews but mostly projects, maybe even a documentary went in your ear and out the other when your boss spoke to you about the expectations on this “trip.”
after being stuck on a reserved bus, you finally manage to push through and make it to a not very deserted place. matter of fact it was right in front of a busy street in the busiest city. you stretched your legs, cracked a few fingers, and headed to the entrance of the tall—what seemed to be marbled—hotel. if you could even call it that. seemed like a resort more than anything. you were told your bags full of equipment for work and clothes for the three day project would be handled by security. the front of the building were two big guards protecting any outsiders. pretty confidential for just a few days. it stays on brand with hakari’s whole attitude, a whole ass hotel in the city only allowing a few people with specific identification. 
inside it looked like everybody from every corporate office in town had been messily dragged in.  heavy steel tables were set randomly with even heavier bags and briefcases on top, open with papers and documents spilling out. 
the man himself was sitting at one of the sturdy desks, his head down.
before you noticed that he decided to go purple, left his black blazer on the shoulders of the chair he sat on, you watched as his hand shook carefully on a paper given to him by the lady standing nearby. 
his hot pink eyes dart back and forth across the page. you assume he was looking for another place to sign because he handed it right back to her after examining. hakari returns back to a binded notebook, the pen still in his fingers. he scribbles words down vigorously. part of you wonders what he’s got going on. another part wonders where your room will be. 
you observe the rest of the lobby. you glance at your boss finally coming through security, the dumb, happy guy starts a conversation with almost everyone as he came. he calls hakari over as if they’ve known each other since the dawn of time, and he follows. they greet one another and you go blank on the rest until your name is called. quickly, you turn to face the men again and walk towards them.
"if the interview goes well—which i'm sure it will—perhaps the documentary could follow up.” your boss explains, still turnt to hakari.
“mhm oh yeah man i’m sure of it, yep.” he agrees, mooning. his white button up hugging him perfectly. 
scrunched up sleeves, pen marks on his forearms. a few buttons undone from the neck. 
“this young lady right here is the foundation of the writing department.”
“oh yeah. so i’ve read.” 
he reaches a hand out, “took you a while to say hi.” 
“you seemed busy, signing shit n’ whatnot.” you smile politely and firmly shake his hand. he cheeses a toothy grin, blue and silver gems shine back at you. 
“pardon her words, man. you know how writers are—can write page upon pages yet their mind goes blank when they have a chance to speak—hah.” your boss shines his own nervous smile. 
“ya, know what they say about business men, can talk for hours and hours, spill what seems to be almost everything, and still have secrets.” he darts his eyes to yours before closing and laughing richly with the older man. 
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you spend the rest of the night cozying up into your hotel room and lazily journaling down ideas, even scraping up an idea against hakari. you stretch your arms after tossing your notebook shut, you glance over at the alarm on the desk,
11:24 P.M. 
it would be a good time to grab a snack, now that everyone should be asleep. at least you hope so as you walk out in casual clothes. 
you toss the room’s card from hand to hand and pass quiet rooms until turning left to the snack bar. you were told earlier that food would be available for the company whenever, so you figured it must be open now too, with all the staff asleep or at their posts. 
there was an incredible aroma of columbian brew with a dash of vanilla dancing with something hot, something fresh out of the oven. you’re greeted with his strong back. shaped tightly, almost too tight, was a simple white tank. on caramel skin, his wide shoulders flexed as he took a small spoon into his mug, tossing sugar packets and singles of liquid creamers into a trash bin. but it doesn’t really phase you. what were the chances of somebody being here? let alone hakari. it’s ironic and mostly awkward. 
you could’ve left but the pastry before you was calling your name. how awkward could it really be?
you walk towards the counter he was just at, he who was walking back to a two-chaired table. 
“it’s almost midnight.” he speaks and you freeze as if you’ve been caught. obviously, you haven’t, so you quickly grabbed a floral napkin and the pastry. 
“writers stay up late, i know that. but they’re usually alone.”
“well how was i supposed to know somebody else was gonna be up? it is almost midnight.”
“you’re the one writing stories about me and talking shit, i’d assume you’d know everything about me.” he grins as he pulls a chair out, sitting in it and slowly stirring his coffee. steam swirls up from the cup. “take a seat.” 
you walk to him and pull the other chair out, sitting quietly. you break apart the food in your hands and eat it piece by piece, examining the table subtly. 
he’d been sitting there for a while; papers closed a binder with a few pens spilt around. an empty chip bag, a few crumbs near the bottom of the coffee cup, his hands warming up around it. 
his hands were nice.
you swallow casually and look back at him. “you read my stuff? which one of your little employees do you have search for works written about you, huh?” 
“i find ‘em myself, ‘nd you're lucky i don’t report them. can’t have nasty stuff circulating around me, whether if it’s true or not.” 
“—or should i call them workers instead?” you ignore him. 
“your writing is admirable.” 
something about that made you lose track of what you were saying. 
you lay back in your chair and mumble an okay. 
you watch as he takes a sip of his sugared coffee, the steam cupping his face gently and flowing up. 
“so when do you sleep?” 
“i’ll go in a couple,” he says, cracking his knuckles. “schedule’s got all fucked ever since i got here. my manager—and don’t tell her i said this—doesn’t understand the concept of time, or maybe she’s fucking with me. how can i get three hours of paperwork done, meetings between each pile, ‘nd make phone calls back to back, but can’t stay up late?” 
“damn, you’ve even got your sleep schedule sorted?” 
“gotta sneak out here like some goddamn teenager. it’s no big deal, she’s knocked out at 10. jus’ gotta keep kissing her ass and thank her for taking such good care of me. she won’t suspect a thing.” 
you giggle at the irony, “might as well be your girlfriend.” 
“god, more like my mom.” you can see the outline of his tongue grazing his teeth as he grins. probably feeling the gems on his smile, you cross your legs at the view. 
funny and handsome. 
speaking of closing your thighs—you remember you have to get back to your room. 
“we’ve got just three days,” you say as you stand from your chair, “i’m sure we’ll have to work our asses off tomorrow.” hakari looks up at you.
“hmm nobody tell you wha’s happening either?” 
you shake your head and carefully bite the inside of your lip. 
“m’kay. have a good rest of your night, then.” he nods back down and sips his coffee. his tone indicated he practically knew you weren’t sleeping immediately. to enjoy the rest of your night. 
“yeah, i’ll make sure of it. goodnight.” 
as happy as you were to receive a half-vacation, half-business trip at a hotel – the benefits of not having to wake up early just to drive almost an hour to work everyday, the entire company just being outside, your hands would not suffice. you thought to yourself earlier, how great it’d be to stay in a nice, cool room and wind down from a long day. keeping dirty fantasies in your head and just when you thought the tight, small circles on your heat could master an orgasm. but the thought of him kept interrupting. 
a hand crawling up your neck and the other circling underneath your panties. closing your eyes as you concentrated on silver-haired men kissing your breasts, guys who stunk of cigarettes and coffee making out with your clit, god anybody willing to run their hands on your body. you jolt at the sudden twitch of your cunt, your back arching slightly. you groan. the man you’ve been practically stalking and have to work with is now appearing in your head while you masturbate. you switch the bedside lamp off and take off-white sheets over yourself. 
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on the second day, you pass new people while walking down narrow hallways. each person looking more tired than the one before. you notice just how many people could fill up the lobby and snack bar. as enticing the syrup from breakfast smelled, you keep your distance from everybody else. carefully, you lick the inner of your lips and taste the lipgloss you applied earlier. 
now popping your lips, backing up slowly, still examining the room until you feel what seems to be a pillar or wall behind you. 
“hey… you got a light?” behind you. tall, peeping over you – was that a fur coat? hakari watches everybody else almost as intently as you were. 
you stutter before reaching into your coat’s pocket, “yeah.” he takes it and quickly lights the now-appeared-cigarette of his mouth. 
“a smoke for breakfast? that can’t be healthy.” you cross your arms as he flips the lighter in the air. 
“it wouldn’t have been, hun, we had breakfast this morning already. don't you remember?” he exhales smoke that passes your jaw, making you shudder. 
“here, sounds like you need it.” he says the last part through his teeth, pinching the end of the cig and lowering it to your mouth. you glare to your side and lean in to wrap your lips around it, inhaling. you pull away and spew smoke out much more discreetly. he takes another, blowing it out, licking his lips, “tastes like bubblegum.” 
after set-ups and mic-checks in steel stools and numerous questions, you’re sitting in front of a laid-back hakari. his legs man-spread and his hands fixing his hair every other second. a very specific rage comes back to you. the same anger that you felt staying up to post blogs about complicated, but evident-filled, theories and what you truly think is the truth about the man sitting in front of you. the feeling is nostalgic. your nerves are overfilled with different emotions – since when could a man controlling so many industries, controlling so many people and still handle an underground fight club while acting like a semi-normal person? but normal people don’t wear fur-fucking-coats on the regular, let alone keep illegal ranges where people fight like bears just to be bet on like horses. 
two cups of steaming coffee are placed in the high-wooden table between you and hakari. 
“this part of the interview will be audio-presented. the second part will be videotaped.” the host of the section stands above the recorder, the rest of the crew standing around or still finishing breakfast. “etiquette for the tape is pretty simple – ‘ms and mr’ is usually set and the rest is self-explanitory.” 
you nod kindly and look at the man, meeting his eyes, ones that perhaps never left you. 
easy, almost-boring questions are asked but it hadn’t prepared you for what was going to come. the questions slowly make less and less connection and stay focused on hakari. “ethicality is mentioned within businesses and is no exception to your work, ms l/n.” before being asked the repetitive question, the topic being how many times can we make hakari look like a god in one tape, you interrupt the host. 
“morals are nowhere to be found in such work. there’s – again – no sense.” now slouched, hakari responds, “tell me, when searching for a job that pays well, were you interested in the pay or how many hours you had to work? ‘s there something you w’na say about being able to survive or how comfortable you are?” 
“sometimes it just boggles me to think about how one person needs more than one business. is it for fun, mister?”
“is what for fun, girl?” 
“is being a con-man to violent people and making them believe knocking each other’s teeth out will help for fun?” 
the host stutters and gets shushed, “well, you’re very right. that wouldn’t be ethical at all.” he smiles very faintly. too faintly for you to lash out and not make it seem like you’re crazy. 
“untruthful about being a bookie and fight-promoter. does gachinko ring a bell?”
“any more questions? how about all my employees' salaries? wanna know my salary? how’s about ‘you busy after this?’” 
the recorder falls off the foldable table after being shaken, “for the love of god.” your boss yells and stops. scrunching his fat nose and pinching the bridge. “that was the fourth time. i just… you know what, we’ll continue tomorrow morning. kinji you’ve got a meeting we’ve, i’ve, been trying to hold off but it seems like everybody’s in the mood for a break.” he walks to the exit of the lobby, followed by some of his crew. hakari gets up, exhaling and cracking his fingers and wrists. 
“almost as good as your writing. but writers always gotta fuck up while speaking.” he picks up the recorder from the ground and tosses it to the full cups of coffee. 
“are they going to post it?” 
he shakes his head. 
“then what?” 
“might do it all again tomorrow. a little more strict, too. it’s not like it was a bad tape either. just like you know, i can’t let shit spread around about me. i would never allow it.”  
you scoff and watch him walk off, cursing under your breath.
it’s the evening when he comes back, bringing a few drunk men through the guards. you nod your head back and forth between your open laptop and the men that find their wobbly way to the lounge's couches. you tune out their slurred talk and how hakari’s joking gets belly-laughs from them. he cackles with them, clapping his hands bluntly. he sighs, tears in his eyes, as he walks past the random suitcases and desks spread-about. 
you type away at your slightly dull keys, clumsily taking your gel-pen and drabbling a note down. 
“workin’ hard, i see.” you feel a heavy hand land on your left shoulder and glance over to the other side of the desk, hakari’s ringed-fingers tapping away at the steel. 
“what’re you writing down…” he mumbles and leans over obnoxiously. you lean back in your chair, looking at him looking at your notes. 
“god, are you drunk? didn’t you just have a meeting?” 
“drunk? nah, i don’t get drunk.” 
“i can smell the whiskey from your breath.” 
“ah-ha, you knew i drank whiskey, huh. looks like even an overworked girl like you knows how to have fun, too.” he looks at you with literal joy in his pupils. face tampered with blush while smiling like a hyena. “anyway,” he stands back up, the grip on your shoulder falling to your bare-arm. “even your handwriting is nice.” 
“uh-huh…” you press your thighs together, feeling the cold metal of his jewelry on your skin. his hand so big compared to your arm. part of you hopes his long gaze is down your blouse. 
it is.
“ya look good.” he speaks through the rasp in his throat but all you hear is a mutter, he gives your arm a squeeze before patting it and walking toward the corridor of rooms. 
you let out a shaky sigh and feel yourself burn up, staring at your yellow-notepad. hakari strides to his room, the last room of the hallway, stretching his arms. he takes a gold card out and shoves it into the slot. 
he lets out a serene moan when his back hits the bed. tossing his keys, phone, and whatever junk out of his pockets onto the nightstand. his large coat following. he groans and kicks off his shoes. something still bothering him. he reaches his hands down to his belt and unravels it, throwing it down. unbuttoning and zipping to comfort the ache below his stomach.
god, how hard could a guy get from one conversation? his slit brows raise as he grins, taking his weeping cock and holding the base.
thinking about all the things you’d say, 
you’re so vulgar. not enough action recently, huh? what stress’ll do to ya…
“yeah, baby, stress.” he takes his other hand and taps the underside of his cock in his palm. closing his eyes and imagining your sweet self between his legs, those same tits in his view. your pink tongue lolling out for him. “finally shut that smart-ass mouth up… use her for something fuckin’ useful.” he groans, stroking himself. 
what makes him throb is how dumb you’d gotten when his hands were on you. how fucking sweet and quiet you went when his fingers stroked your arm, weren’t you exposing him just a couple of hours ago? what a desperate girl. he swears out as he jerks spurts of come onto his clothed shirt. “yeah, hmph god, yeah, that’s good..” he pants like a dog, eyes going heavy. 
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another day passes and you haven’t come. guilt swats your hand away everytime you try, anyway. you start to get sick of the syrup and eggs roaming the air. you sit at the same spot from last evening and observe the room.
half of your company is eating breakfast or still passed out on the couch. the others, probably asleep or dealing with tech. your boss walks towards you and places a cup of coffee down in front of you. 
“we oughta work on you, huh? hah!” he stirs wood in his own cup. 
“you’re not hungover? i’m surprised you’re up this early.” 
“gotta stay professional, ya know…i only had one shot. maybe a couple. this coffee’s really good, drink some.”
“right because drinks on the second day of a work-trip is highly professional.”
“hey, come on.” he frowns and drinks a sip of his obviously too hot roast. “where is everybody? hell, where’s kinji?” he drifts off to a new group of people near the snackbar. 
the lobby fills again with the occasional technical difficulty, yet no hakari to be found. you wish you could throw it off and be so disconnected that you didn’t even realize the star wasn’t here like some of your colleagues, but you kept your eyes on that same corridor. the loud bitch from the room on the tallest floor went through your ear and out the other. you didn’t even realize the fly that was constantly buzzing had been trying to get your attention. 
“do you know where kinji is?” she was beautiful but still his assistant, loud and fussy like a bad mom. if she didn’t know where he was, how were you supposed to know? you put on a concerned look with a little smile, “might be in his room.” you get up and begin walking to the hallway, how the hell did they not check his fucking room? you swear your eyes roll so far to the back of your head, that if you didn’t have ears to hear the bitch’s loud heels clacking, you could’ve seen her behind you. you turn to the last door on the right and knock, remembering how many men had to carry luggage upon luggage inside. 
“hello? mister, we’re waiting on you.” you knock faster than time. “hakari?” the door swings open and your hand is met with another. before you can say anything, he shushes you and looks around, pulling you into his room and says, “give me a’minute. take a seat.” he leaves. by seat he probably refers to his bed, the entire room cluttered by stuff. you sit on the edge of his bed and sigh, taking a moment to collect what just happened.  
he was shirtless. the bathroom door being open and light on explains why, he’d taken a shower. the mirror was still foggy and the towel hung on the door’s hanger. there was a faint smell of vanilla and something floral. you would’ve been pissed to be in a messy room like this but you figured it was better than being out with everybody else. 
the door opens again and a calm hakari walks in, closing the door and locking it. 
his hair is damp but you only notice how he’s clothed in a towel. one that hangs low at his hips. 
“everybody’s waiting, and you’re not even dressed yet.” 
“s’fine, y/n. i bought us some time. these people, they’ll listen to whatever i say.” he says with a smile, and you look back at him with confusion.
“but the interview…?” your mouth drops gently when his hand comes to hold your face. 
he sighs and looks up and away. your legs are shut and you swallow the sudden pool of saliva in your mouth as your eyes are fixated on his sharp, shaved jawline and how his adam’s apple flexes as he speaks. “this job’s real tough, i know it is, ‘nd you want a break. doesn’t everyone?” he looks back down at you, his eyes filled with what seems to be.. lust? you furrow your eyebrows and nod slowly. he carefully puts some hair behind your ear and leans down to whisper against your skin, “w’na be a good girl and take some of that stress away from the both of us?” he kisses a part of your jaw, “my good girl?” 
oh god. 
did you write half of your career on this greedy man just for him to be licking your ear? leading a hand to your button-up and slowly undoing the pearly clasps? 
his hand now on your bare leg, going up and up your mid-pencil skirt. you feel yourself get dizzy from the thought of him feeling your lacy panties, holding a hand on his strong shoulder, his skin slightly wet. did you wear them on purpose? you can’t think. he stands back up, his hand slithering and rubbing the back of your neck. breathing heavily, you start to undo the rest of your shirt’s buttons. “yeah, there ya go.” he encourages you until your laced bra is exposed. 
he hooks a finger on the side of your panties and tugs them off, you reach under your skirt and tug the other side. he takes both sides and peels away, “mhhm, always liked a matching set.” your skin burns at embarrassment, not from what he said but how wet the middle of your core was and how drenched the crotch of your panties were. 
“a lil’ kissin’ got you this soaked, huh? you want this? ain’t you just sweet, doll.” he throws it to the corner of the bed and hums when you nod. “s’quiet when you’re needy.” hakari pushes two fingers at your lips just when you thought you could finally say something. “open.” he demands gently and grins when you comply. they find their way to the middle of your mouth and you can’t help but suck softly. “mhm that’s good, suck ‘em good. cost about’a milli’ each, heh.” he takes them out and pushes you slowly onto your back, spreading your legs, holding one up with a burly arm. 
“fuck.” is the only thing you manage to let out when he bunches your skirt up to your waist.
“be quiet f’me now.” he spits a glob onto his two fingers and presses them to your clit. you gasp at the content. 
“so wet.” he mumbles.
circling tight, slippery rounds on your aching bud. the guilty friction you’ve been craving finally went through. a sudden warmth and pleasure take over your pelvis. heat rises to your upper body, your hands slightly shaking and your ears burning, god, what were you doing? you watch and feel his dirty mastered hand bring you shame. your entire career faltered just for your fulfillment, the guilt so heavy, it makes you moan out. 
“huuh, mister – shit, i need it.” you speak whispers breathlessly. 
“yeah? you need it, baby?” he brings his focus to your pathetic expression, pushing and curling two fingers into your cunt. you moan out and watch, feel, as his fingers pump in and out of you. his hands are skilled as they break you open little by little. “sweet girl with a needy cunt, must’ve hit the fuckin’ jackpot.” your clit throbbing as you watch him grope himself and ease his own ache through the white towel. 
“c’mon, please sir.” you tap the side of his waist with your heeled foot. 
“patience, girl.” he pulls his fingers out and pats your vulva a few times before pulling your body close to his. his hand finally, finally pulling down the towel. the thing that kept distracting you from nights of sleep now dripping pre just above your heat. he gives himself a couple of strokes, long and heavy as your body begged, driving yourself closer ‘til your ass was almost off the bed. 
“shh shh.” he rubs his wet tip against your folds as you start begging quietly, your slits sloppily kissing. he groans when your cunt flutters, pushing himself into the first tight muscle.
you writhe at the sudden burn, making you mewl ever-so quietly. 
“be a good girl f’me.” he presses a hand on your lower stomach in comfort before moving his hips forward with no intent of stopping until he’s bottomed out. you moan long whines and grind your body down to try and get more, the stretch already burning. “fuck, goddamn it.” the warmth you bring him is unmatched, all he can think about is how hot you feel.
“fuck me – wan’ more.” you clench down and get a moan out of him. his hands hold down onto your plush thighs as he rocks back and forth into you, your folds swallowing him whole everytime. your throat burns at the way you choke out whimpers, drool seeping from the sides of your plump lips. “what’s your company g’na think of you now, hmm? director of the – fuckin’ writing department– their smart girl’s gotta fuck it all up cause she couldn’t resist some cock.” his hips start to fasten and he keeps a tight grip on your legs, your pretty, fucked out, face stays red. “‘s okay, pretty. you ain’t gotta say nothing, jus’ take it like the dumb girl you are and i’ll forget about all the mean little things you said, mhm?” 
“uh-huh.” your head’s spinning from the grinding he’s now doing, the underside of his cock rubbing back and forth and back and forth on the rough spot inside of you. your thighs tremble as you feel yourself getting close. you get louder and hiccup about how good it is.
“ya – yesyesyes please awh fuck,” your hands groping at the back of your neck and the hard nipples of your breast as you arch your back off of the white sheets, “coming – oh god kin’ i’m gonna come, come. thank you thank you…!” the hard waves of heat and fuzziness take up what seems to be your entire body as you cream all over the base of his cock, hakari still pumping himself inside, riding your release out. “god, fuck, baby. stay still.” eagerly, he takes his hard-on out and jerks himself above your mound before coming straight, hot lines of cum onto your stomach. 
he pants, “you wanna talk to me about my morals?”
“jesus fuck. shut the fuck up.” 
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whumpsoda · 12 hours ago
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WSFSP - ‘065 (Florence) After the Drip
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cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, institutionalized slavery, drugged whumpee
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The door creaked as Arthur entered, long and whining, before clicking shut. The trainee failed to make any sort of move, not even a flick of his gaze. Exactly as he’d expected, although a bit unnerving.
The pet sat in the corner of the room farthest from the door, slumped into the crevice like a rag doll, like he’d been left there without the care to pick himself back up.
Finally he wore his trainee uniform, black shorts and a white tee, instead of his blood stained work uniform. One he’d never see again, or even remember for that matter.
“Hey, there ‘065.” Arthur greeted, grinning, ever so slowly making his way to stand tall over him, “How you feelin’?”
It’d only been a couple hours since he’d gone on the drip, and it was obvious to anyone with eyes. ‘065 was fixed on the wall across from him, dazed out and glassy, a dribble of drool slipping from his slack lips. As if he couldn’t think.
Arthur wouldn’t have been surprised if that was the case.
“Trainee,” he sang in a sing-songy voice, nudging at the boxie’s foot with his boot, “you gonna answer me?”
‘065 merely blinked, so very carefully and gradual. Similar to that of a doll.
Arthur laughed, thick and hearty, spittle flying. “You’re gonna be a nice puppy now, aren’t you?” This time he took his boot to his trainee’s chin, tipping his head upward. His head lolled over his shoulders loosely, blinking.
“Well this is no fun, is it?” No longer was he expecting any semblance of an answer, crouching to his knees. He spilled a few droplets of water from the tin bowl in his hand, plip plopping to the blinding white tile.
He stole a long look at his former coworkers hazy features, a relaxed expression drawn out to near unconsciousness. His fluffy black curls were matted, never as well taken care of as they used to be.
“No one’s gonna miss you, I hope you know.” He chuckled, breathy and tired. “All the guys thought you were a dick, the ladies too. You were though, so we all had a reason to think that.” He took the boxie’s chin between his rough fingers, inspecting him. “Maybe you just got what you deserved.”
“I kinda wish you were designated a romantic, though. With that pretty face you’d make a pretty good paycheck.” Curling over ‘065’s limp hand, Arthur grazed his clammy knuckles with his lips. “Unfortunately that’s not for me to decide. Guess you’ll just make a boring domestic, instead.”
Finally, those glazed over greens shifted up at Arthur, before he received a prompt slap to the cheek. “First rule, trainee. No lookin’ superiors in their eyes, ‘kay?”
“Yes, Mr. Everett, sir!” He mocked, pursing the man’s lips with his own hand, before dropping his head to thunk back against the wall.
“What a waste of fucking time.” He mumbled, standing to his feet. “At least we’ll finally get to start our training for real, ‘065. Be excited for that. I sure am.”
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wren-kitchens · 10 days ago
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i'll grow the bones myself (then i’m alone again)
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okay, even mumbo can admit that he’s milking it now, but grian said they’re allowed to kill each other in between the wild cards now, and he is not missing an opportunity like that! besides, aside from gem and joel (who he has- solidly given up on killing by now) these guys are the team with the most dark greens. also, he spent far too long digging the stupid hole in slow motion, and he is not letting it go to waste. it is pretty boring, as far as traps go. he doesn’t have a great grasp on time, especially not since it all went haywire earlier, but mumbo is fairly certain he’s been sat waiting for someone to walk above the hole for at least two hours now. at least he can listen to their conversations, which have been.. kind of interesting? it's a bit like listening to someone else watching some kind of reality tv show, but you have very little context to what's going on and also you can’t see anything. honestly, it could be worse.
a fic in mumbo's pov that's really not about mumbo at all this is a continuation of this fic! the following happens pretty much immediately afterwards
what is up with me this week i'm on a roll omg im a writing powerhouse over here
okay, even mumbo can admit that he’s milking it now, but grian said they’re allowed to kill each other in between the wild cards now, and he is not missing an opportunity like that! besides, aside from gem and joel (who he has- solidly given up on killing by now) these guys are the team with the most dark greens. also, he spent far too long digging the stupid hole in slow motion, and he is not letting it go to waste.
it is pretty boring, as far as traps go. he doesn’t have a great grasp on time, especially not since it all went haywire earlier, but mumbo is fairly certain he’s been sat waiting for someone to walk above the hole for at least two hours now. at least he can listen to their conversations, which have been.. kind of interesting? it's a bit like listening to someone else watching some kind of reality tv show, but you have very little context to what's going on and also you can’t see anything. honestly, it could be worse.
"oh, pearl!" comes scott's voice all of a sudden, and mumbo (who definitely wasn't falling asleep) has to press his hand to his mouth to stop himself from yelping in surprise. "how'd- what's wrong?"
"i’m just going to bed." pearl says, distinctly dejected- which is honestly not something mumbo has ever heard from her before. it feels weird to be overhearing. 
there's a kind of scuffling from above, as if they were- fighting? that seems wrong. but pearl says, "get off-" and maybe they are actually fighting.
"I just- what is it?" scott says again, and there's something weird about his tone that mumbo doesn’t think he has enough context to understand. he almost laughs at the idea- he needs to go back and watch the earlier seasons. 
pearl scoffs (at least, mumbo's pretty sure that's what that noise was). "it doesn't matter- let me get past."
mumbo knows there's- some kind of history between these two, so maybe that's what's going on right now. not that he knows much about it—any time he asks about it, he only gets a clipped version of 'they were soulmates' and then something about them leaving one another. honestly, it depends entirely on who you ask if you want to know who left who; no one seems to be able to agree. he's been told a couple times that scott would be biased, and he knows better than to ask pearl.
"i’m your teammate, I should know what's going on." scott says, and it doesn’t quite sound like anything he’s heard a teammate say. even the southlanders after they fell apart- there was always some kind of.. fondness. "if you made us an enemy-"
"i’ve done nothing!" pearl says, indignant. "why is that your first thought? i’ve been on a walk-"
"pearl, don’t lie to me." scott says, almost exasperated, and mumbo thinks he should press grian harder for answers about double life. "you look like a kicked puppy."
pearl makes a noise of frustration, before there's a cry of surprise from scott and a thud on the ground- directly above mumbo's hole. ironically, he finds himself hesitating; he kind of wants to hear how this plays out. "how's that for a kicked puppy?"
"what are you doing?" scott exclaims, and mumbo notes that this is the first time he’s heard scott actually sound angry, rather than suppressed annoyance. "we're meant to be a team-"
"never stopped you, did it?" pearl says, and her voice makes it sound like she's trying not to cry. it- he’s not been playing these games for as long as everyone else has, but. is it normal to miss your ex-teammates? "never stopped me, either- i'm not sure why you're surprised, scott."
"is that what this is about?" scott says, and mumbo wonders if he's still on the floor. "you’re still upset about double life? I died so you could win-"
"that's all you do, isn’t it!" pearl half yells, voice close to breaking, and the silence that follows is deafening. "you kill yourself and make people watch- or you make them do it! and you call it a noble sacrifice- maybe I didn’t want to win, scott." her breathing is heavy, and- something occurs to mumbo. "maybe I just- maybe I just wanted someone who cared about me."
mumbo moves carefully over to the edge of the pit, checking his comm to see exactly where peal and scott are positioned, shovel at the ready. maybe he can get two birds with one stone here. or shovel, he supposes.
"where the hell is this coming from?" scott demands. "what happened?"
pearl takes a shaky breath. "I found someone who cares about me. and- and I threw it away to do justwhat you did to me."
if they could just stay still for a couple seconds-
"I- pearl, i died to save you- i’d do it again." scott is saying, and he’s finally standing still enough for mumbo to start digging. 
"are you even listening?" pearl demands, taking a step towards scott. mumbo really hopes he can pull this off before one of them moves too much. 
"i’m listening-" scott says, exasperated. "I don't think you know what you’re talking about."
pearl gives a sharp, humourless laugh. "fine- you want to die for me?"
mumbo breaks through the layer of grass, watching as the dirt around it begins to crumble- and he’s just managed to miss scott. of course he has! will he ever get a trap to-
"go and die!" pearl yells, and suddenly scott lurches backwards into the hole- into the pit-
smajor1995 was doomed to fall by pearlescentmoon
there's a ringing silence, broken only by pearl's gasp as she realises what she's just done. she drops to her knees and looks into the hole- and her eyes fall onto mumbo.
"hi." mumbo says awkwardly. "um. I think that one counts as yours."
pearl just stares at him for a long moment, and he’s suddenly worried he’s misjudged the whole situation. "out- out of all the traps that could have worked." she gives a weak smile. "how long have you been.. down here?"
"oh- several hours." mumbo says. "it- I wasn't expecting- y’know."
"all that?" pearl says, with enough of an amused (if still rattled) look in her eye that mumbo feels confident enough to nod. "yeah, I- neither was I." she hesitates. "do- I don't suppose I could hang out at your base for a little while? i’m not sure.. i’d like to stay here too long."
mumbo is nodding before his mouth catches up. "no- yeah, definitely. it- mounders for life, right?"
and at that, something lights up behind pearl's eyes as she grins. "absolutely."
the walk back to the terrifyingly precarious mess of bridges is not nearly as action packed as mumbo expected it to be. apparently someone had moved or broken a bed at pearl's base, or maybe scott had just slept elsewhere, because they didn’t encounter him at all on their way—not that either of them were complaining. 
it's- it's weirdly comforting, to fall into old jokes and familiar patterns. mumbo had forgotten how much he enjoyed hanging out with pearl, and the way they both seem to have the same kind of jittery nervousness that almost cancels each other's out. pearl seems to remember a moment mumbo had hoped she'd forgotten, and spends about five minutes complimenting his pit-making technique and how incredible his timing is, and mumbo is distinctly red in the face by the end of it all—much to pearl's amusement. and strangely- he doesn't seem to care. because pearl is happy. gosh.
"so- I have to ask," mumbo says, a little tentative to disrupt the warm nostalgia that has surrounded the two of them. "what.. was it that I overheard?"
"ah." pearl's smile looks a lot sadder all of a sudden, and mumbo immediately regrets saying anything. "yeah. it wasn't.. really about scott. or- I don’t know, maybe it's all about him. everything has to be." she scoffs to herself. "chain of events kind of thing." pearl half mutters.
"you said- you said something about him dying?" mumbo asks cautiously. "and- now is.. probably the best time to mention- no one has really explained what happened in double life between you two?" something in pearl's expression shifts, and mumbo scrambles to add, "and i’m- i’m happy to stay in the dark, if you want me to!"
pearl smiles again, shaking her head a little. "I- no, it's alright, I just. everyone's still a little nervous to bring it up." she grins, glancing away. "they knew how much I was hurt by it."
as they pass through birch trees, pearl explains with more detail than mumbo thought he would ever get: how she seemed to have broken a rule she was never told was in place, the way her mind seem to shatter from that one single moment onwards, how she's not sure it's quite stuck together again. she explains tilly, and the powdered snow, and how even martyn didn't seem to like her even though they'd done the same thing, and the aching injustice everything was tainted by.
and she talks about those final moments. she talks about how she watched the person she adored and despised blow himself to bits in front of her face, how she felt the shattering of her ribs before she went along with him, how he had to have that last line- that last word, even though she won. it was still about him. and winning itself, pearl explains in a low voice, was the worst thing she'd ever had the misfortune of experiencing. mumbo offers his hand, and she takes it, and it doesn't feel so big.
"I think- I think people don’t want to upset me." pearl says, and it takes a moment for mumbo to even remember how this conversation had started. "but I also think.. they feel guilty, that they didn't do anything more."
"do you blame them?" mumbo asks, all restraint forgotten.
pearl shakes her head, smiling sadly. "I used to." she wipes her eyes. "and then I did it to someone else." pearl looks past mumbo, and he follows her gaze to see gem's barn in the distance, and he understands. "it's easy to pretend you were noble, when you’re scared."
"i’d- i’d disagree that's the same." mumbo says. "similar, but not the same."
"yeah." pearl says, still distant. "she said that too. not- not quite as gently." she grins a little. 
mumbo hesitates. "earlier.. you said something about finding someone who cares about you. do you. care about her too?"
there's a pause as pearl seems to consider- though it doesn’t seem to be the answer she's considering, but the wording. "I wasn't sure. for a while." she settles on. "and then I realised how much i’d hurt her, and then- how much I hated that. so- yeah. I care about her."
mumbo nods, understanding just a little too well. "thanks. for- for explaining, I mean. it.. seemed like it was hard."
pearl gives a scoff of a laugh, and some of the tension dissipates. "yeah, no kidding. I don't suppose you have any baggage we can talk about to lighten the mood?" she teases, and mumbo laughs.
"nothing particularly poignant." he grins. "i’m glad my trap worked. how's that for- for life altering moments?" mumbo offers, laughing at himself.
pearl is grinning along, and at least she seems happier now. "I mean, i’m pretty glad it worked too." she looks over her shoulder at the top of the base poking out of the birch leaves.
"you had fantastic timing, after all."
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shannonsketches · 3 months ago
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something something foils moving in opposite directions Goku's always happy to seek and fight stronger opponents because he spent most of his life being the strongest guy in the room and Vegeta wants to be the strongest/is always exhausted to find stronger opponents because he spent most of his life having to navigate his survival around the whims of the strongest guy in the universe room and so Goku has a foundation of safety and stability and so spends his time craving challenge and adventure and Vegeta has a foundation of challenge and adventure and spends his time craving safety and stability and the overlaid section of their venn diagram is that the only way they know how acquire and maintain those things is through battle
#thank you this has been the laziest media analysis post of my career#dbtag#media analysis#something something a game to goku is a threat to vegeta etc#there's a pinned thought here about how Vegeta also didn't learn about the dragon balls until he was ?? 30?? and so all loss is permanent#and goku has been familiar since he was ~12 and hasn't faced a permanent consequence since he was 10 years old and even then he got closure#sometimes I think about how Vegeta saw Trunks die and how Krillin was mad at him for reacting since they could fix it with the dragon balls#but Vegeta has very limited experience with the dragon so to him in that moment that was permanent and Trunks was Dead. Forever.#And we talked before in a 2am post about Vegeta having never experienced grief born of love and I stand by it because his feelings then wer#still very new and very odd and not something he'd accepted until that moment so it was raw power but not as powerful as it could've been#all this to say in my heart of hearts I think Vegeta deserves to retire at the end of super (if super continues) -- not as a warrior#but as an infantryman. he's a prince and now he's got his domain and his family and his planet to look after and I think he deserves#to go home and stay home and help piccolo bully gohan into training more often when goku inevitably leaves to hop the multiverse#geets wanted to take a sabbatical when Bulla was born but didn't get the chance because Freeza coming back freaked him out too much#but whether freeza gets a redemption arc or gets defeated -- Granolah's arc seemed to shift his perspective on being the strongest#and I just grips fist I just think it would be a really nice full circle for Vegeta to inherit his throne in a way he never expected and#finally get his kingdom to look after and protect in the way that he was looking forward to being king of his own planet all those years ag#Goku's got Broly and Jiren and Hit and all the others to keep him busy and happy now -- and if Freeza gets a redemption arc he'll probably#continue playing slap-ass with Goku for the rest of his life -- and Vegeta's got Gohan and Piccolo and Goten and Trunks#I just think them getting a nice bittersweet 'This is where we part ways' would be really nice for both of them because !!#They couldn't have done this without each other. They couldn't have known this kind of life was possible without each other.#So they swap lots and live happier than they ever imagined they could be#especially since Vegeta has proved to himself that he can close any gap Goku creates in progress that's not a concern anymore#And obvs the door's always open!! There's no point closing it Vegeta's tried the locks they don't work on Goku#anyway here's me putting the whole essay in the tags again#this isn't an essay as much as it is stream of consciousness tag blogging#anyway i'm too lazy to write fic or draw comics so we get ramblings instead
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longagoitwastuesday · 3 months ago
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Every day I am haunted by the fact JJK could be amazing but it will be just idk Bleach or something
#I've seen a lot of people complaining about the fact that it's impossible to fit the ending of every unfinished arc#in the five chapters that remain for the manga to end for good#And it all just... legitimises my fear and apprehension haha#And it's a pity! It's a pity! The dynamics were so good! And yet nothing! Sukuna was so good! And yet nothing!#It was so nice how he seemed to play with the idea of transcending human categories and values but even the values of curses so to speak#Well beyond everything. Well beyond positive/creative nihilism even! He was not like Mahito#I wonder if Mahito is more a negative nihilism with a funny edge or a positive nihilism. For now it seems positive#with how he seems to have said something like 'nothing matters so we can do whatever we want and create what matters'#But Sukuna transcends all that! It could have been interesting to see how that developed in a way that wasn't just childish edginess#But no. And then there's all the idea of curses and sorcerers not being all that different#and so not really entirely possible to say one side is good and the other bad#There was the idea of the very source of powers with fear and love playing a role here in such a juicy way#And then there's the entire thing happening with Gojo as a concept and the very concepts he plays with which I could eat like an apple#but also I would let those very concepts eat at my heart as a worm inside an apple#Full of holes and rotting inside out and yet delighting at the sweetness#It could all be so good! And yet! Most of the manga is a few sketched dynamics and concepts and a very long fight with Sukuna#promising half finished arcs#WHY it could have been so good. And I don't think criticism is a matter of 'fans being spoiled! Go write your story!' or something#It's not a matter of things not going as fans would want them to be. It's a matter of not writing well#or cohesively things established by the author themselves. And I think that's a fair criticism#If we are to take manga as an art‚ which I wholeheartedly support‚#then we can subject mangas to artistic or literary or whatever you want to call it analysis. There are works that are better constructed#than others‚ and there are works that have good ideas but poor execution. And it's always a pity#In the case of JJK it's truly breaking my heart and the comments I see around about these five last chapters are not helping xD#God it could be so good. So good. And I'm not talking about in specific to me‚ which yes that too given the topics‚#but just so good in general. It could be so good. It could have been so good#And yet it's starting to look more and more like any other shonen. It truly breaks my heart haha#I talk too much#Jujutsu Kaisen#I used Bleach because I think that's one of the mangas that has been the most a let down to the friends I have who like shonen
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bunnyboy-juice · 1 month ago
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spent the first hour and change at work deleting some old files and am having a grand ol time laughing at myself for not realizing i was a lesbian sooner
#vulnerable tag rambles ahead please be kind abt them i didnt intent to ramble this much but i dont wanna delete it eitehr#me to every single man i have ever dated after 6mo-1y: yeah hey this really isnt working out i dont really know why but i really hate mysel#and i dont want to blame you because i dont think you did anything inherently wrong here; i think this is something about me but i need#space to figure out why im feeling this way [every single one reacted by telling me No i wasnt allowed to leave btw]#i hold very complex feelings about these relationships esp bc of them ending in very violent/chaotic ways most of the time#but its interesting to look back at it all and realize ive left every man for the same reason (which is that ive hated myself Every Single#Time ive dated a man) and its funny bc i recognized the self hate pretty early on w/ cishet men but when it came to queer men it was#much more confusing (esp w/ nto knowing Any lesbians at that point in my life). im so happy im a lesbian tbh#i have a lot of issues w/ the racism fatphobia and transmisogyny present in lesbian groups#and also coming out as a lesbian really truly saved my life. before i met my wife i was quite literally in a 3yr abusive relationship that#definitely would have died in if i hadnt realzied i was a lesbian and ran from him#its also weird seeing liek the hard evidence of the things that happened to me btween 2016-2020 tbh#cause that was such a bad time of my life. i truly dont know how i survived it but im so glad i did#like the three major relationships in my life b4 meeting my wife was: guy who was in college when i was in HS who stalked me when i left;#guy who was a year younger than me who cheated on me the entire time while telling me he was being victimized (he wasnt; this was very mess#guy who saw the very messy toxic ldr i was in and helped me dump my ex then decided that meant we were in a relationship [insert 3 yrs here#and admittedly all 3 years with him werent the same level of abusive but it was definitely unhealthy from the start considering I Didnt Kno#we were together until he wanted to celebrate vday and got mad i didnt know our anniversary - and like this isnt including the other stuff#that happened between those Relatonships[tm] (cause ive never been monogamous; these were just the Major Relationships)#like i genuinely think if i hadnt come out i'd be dead rn given just how dangerous my relationships were/continued getting#i am also so tired now that ive seen all this cause like. fuck i can barely believe it and i not only lived it but have PTSD about it#i should write about my life sometime. i feel like it'd be cathartic to try and make a tangible timeline and stories from the years ang stu#anyway yeah. be nice about the tag rambles. dont message me with pity or curiosity or anything about this. i dont usually talk abt this stu#publicly bc i hate the ways ppl start tryign to baby me when they realize my life has been extremely fucked up until only a few years ago#n im still working on accepting kindness from others bc of [insert life traumas here] but its a long process so pls respect my need for jus#being heard rn w/o too much pressure< 3 (but ig if u do read this can u like it cause i feel a little crazy seeing all the evidence of the#stuff i experienced now also cause fuck ik logically it was but also i cant believe it was all real still yk)
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year ago
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— Emperor Charles VI's diary entry on Count Althann's death
[text: "My only heart, my comfort, my most faithful servant, my soulmate, who loved me dearly as I did him for 19 years, [we] had a true friendship, we were one heart and one soul, and we never concealed anything from one another. He will always be in my heart, [my] beloved friend..I. have lost everything."]
#this is like. incredibly niche.#but also hopefully a quote one can look at without context and still feel emotional damage about#idk. i think about this quote probably at least once a week and then have to stare at it and cry a bit#its just GOD. yknow??????#theres this one paper(which i linked) that i originally read as research for the AU#but i go back to it probably twice a month to reread it bcs im so !!!! abt it#i think its cause charles vi is just not that relevant but is relevant to me so to have this paper abt his personal relationships is very !#its both nice as ref for the au but also very interesting to hear about historical queer relationships/dynamics#the sections about him and his wife are very endearing as well#but god like him and count althann. im literally so invested in this 300 year old relationship#this is obviously from his death which is incredibly depressing and heart wrenching to me#but the other things he wrote about althann in his diary are very sweet to me#they were inseparable to the point of often sleeping in the same bed and charles called him his 'eternal love'#AND ON ALTHANN'S DE WIKIPEDIA PAGE IT LITERALLY CALLS HIM THE EMPEROR'S FAVORITE#anyways literally every part of this quote absolutely destroys me but especially how he refers to althann and then the ending#and its interesting to me bcs apparently his diary entries were usually pretty to the point#but when various people in his as althann died he would write these extremely emotional entries that are so </3#if you have any questions abt their dynamic pls i will talk abt them 🥰🥰 i find it fascinating#theres a book about his diary but its in german and 500 pages and kinda hard to get hold in but maybe one day!!!#also in AU contexts: althann and charles vi would be mark and seb so take that as you will 🤭😭#as i said this is great for ref but also made me sooooo fucking invested in him#i have no idea how to tag this#historical#holy roman empire#emperor charles vi#catie.rambling.txt#historical quotes#habsburg#habsburg monarchy#ah wow if only my german prof could see me now. fucking...habsburg posting. why am i like this
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stillresolved · 6 hours ago
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#vent cw#negative cw#ferre said something i hope it was dumb ( ooc. )#i too sometimes wonder if my rp days are coming to an end....#or at least just switch over to writing with only friends#like of course i still love rp#and i truly DO....miss the days when being on my dash excited me#and i didn't feel guilty#like i KNOW i said that i am ridiculously slow and i assume?? that my current writing partners understand that#but i dunno....i guess i just feel like when i do pop in here#it doesn't really matter#kinda like....i'm just another person to get replies from/on dash and that's it#and that's on me.....like yeah i'm ridiculously slow with ooc messages and with replies so ppl are going to move on; i'm not blaming anyone#rn my job and rl is so busy/stressful now...most times when i look at my keyboard to write i get sleepy and i can't write#and i can't help but feel like i'm bothering ppl when i reply to their threads or if i messaged them with ideas bc of how infrequently i ca#be on here#the exception being ppl who i know are just as slow as me (u know who u are)#something tells me that maybe more renovations might be needed or i just need to make new dynamics or i need to find new partners#or maybe even just drop muses/threads/dynamics.....#or even just moving blogs again to clear up space#but i don't think that will work so no moving#i also know that i have...i have a very specific vibe i go for in my dynamics and it's not....it's not everyone's cup of tea#i can't help but also wonder if i'm just being too precious with my muses like#i can't always throw them into any plot or give them spontaneous ships- i wonder if i'm just being too inflexible here ://#and they're on the older side and i don't want to have them constantly in say caretaker roles#i know i'm venting i'm sorry :/#if anyone has advice on just....starting up again#that would be nice....i am also aware that this has become a vent post so feel free to ignore this too#i will...have more time to rest soon so i'll try to get to at least ooc messages
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randomwriteronline · 2 years ago
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@ingo-ingoing-ingone these are Words and they are For You
The thing heaved cold, sharp breaths from its jagged teeth, condensing into clouds of minuscule crystals that froze the rocks and ground of the cave it had retreat to.
Ah. No.
It was not a thing.
What a mean thing to say.
Even about the same force that had posed the very real threat of freezing his uncle and half the region.
What a mean, mean thing to say.
The Original Dragon's husk let out of its misshapen maw a raucous growl, what remained of its voice coated in disgusting, sorrowful bile, as it turned its large head slightly towards the one intruding in its squalid corner of its wallowing misery, barely perceiving him through its partial blindness and deafness. The man remained immoble, stuck in place, waiting for the horrid sound to cease before doing anything.
Kyurem quieted down, eventually, slowly; the chasm's echo hushed. Emmet swallowed air and bit the corner of his lower lip.
Should he have talked to it? Risked it?
He looked it over, up and down. It was grey. Grey and ice cold, covered in the element it was meant to master, to control, to wield; the element that most hurt its very kind, as much as Dragons and Fairies of old myths. Its arms were small, frail, held tight against its chest, its wings were torn: only their shape remained in the ice that took their place, a frigid afterimage that did not allow for flight.
He swallowed, bit his lip again, exhaled a bit too harsh and loud.
Kyurem roared, and the rocky walls shook so hard with the wave of icy wind escaping its hollow body that they seemed to be on the verge of shattering not unlike glass.
That was his fault. Should have been more careful.
He clicked his tongue softly; after a short while, he clicked it again. He repeated the sound a few more times, always with the same cadence, the same rhythm. To calm it.
When they were much younger Uncle had said that unsocialized Dragons are very much like scared humans: they are aware, somewhere deep within their subconscious, that they're at the top of the food chain, but it doesn't make them feel any safer - if anything, it scares them more.
Kyurem remained where it was, almost crushing itself against the wall as the human approached with slow steps. The repetitive sound didn't quite put it at ease yet, but it worked in keeping its aggression at bay.
He'd never seen it from so up close. He'd never seen it at all, really. Only its individual components after their mitosis, their ripping away. He wondered if it had hurt, or if it had been just like cells dividing in the placenta until twin embryos are formed - natural, painless, quiet.
He wondered how it must have been, when it was right, when it was whole: what a beautiful beast to behold, all scales and fur and vast wings and deep piercing eyes, crests flowing in the winds, tail sparking and blazing, monochromatic shades bursting with red or blue or purple or a vibrant yellow (like the sharp jewel jutting out from its ice muzzle, like its empty cataract-ridden eyes, like Uncle's eyes), the very definition of the word ignition given form and might and life. He wondered how it must have been, before turning into this freezing soulless husk of a corpse.
What a mean thing to say.
What a horrid thing to say.
It was alive. It was not a thing, an empty body, a cryogenic mummy. It was still alive.
From where he was he could not hear what should have been a massive heart beat from within its hunched skeletal chest; it exhaled low rumbling growls that casted freezing clouds near its maw, but it did not seem to inhale at all.
Emmet stopped.
What was he doing?
Just what was he doing?
What was he hoping to achieve?
What was he hoping to get from this?
Kyurem growled after the clicking did not come to signal the human's position to its weakened senses. Its short, weak arms shifted closer to its body, its mutilated tail hit the rocks it had cornered itself against in an angered sway. Its long neck lowered and a veil of frost left its head as it stared at the white blur in the damp chasm, promising a painful end between its jagged fangs.
Emmet looked at it, at those yellow eyes with no iris nor pupil, and found himself starting to cry.
He couldn't figure out why, but he was sobbing. Sobbing louder than he was used to, louder than he should have in front of a half blinded Dragon very much hostile to guests in its den. He couldn't even stop.
He sat down on the cold ground and kept crying.
What would it have been like, being part of a whole? Being part of a single thing? He'd never thought to realize that he already knew that. With time he'd forgotten he used to be a frowny kid who had to remind people he wasn't someone else. With time he'd just stuck to using the same formula out of habit to the point where it was just part of how he talked. Another quirk in a person already full of them. Another quirk between two people already full of them.
They'd called them together, every single time. To the world they were a two-headed eight-limbed beast, with four eyes and four ears and two noses and two mouths and twenty fingers. Sometimes they had thought, in their childish ignorance - more or less bitterly depending on the occasion - that it was almost no different from if they'd been conjoined, or a single anatomy with a starkly split mind. Their names melted together with the conjugation joining them. The order in which they were pronounced mattered little if nothing at all: they were dolls sewn from a single larger one, statuettes made with wax melted from one big candle.
He was one of a pair, one of a whole. His existence demanded a second body with a second label, for to be himself alone seemed almost nonsensical. There is always two heroes and one kingdom; there is always one dragon and two parts. The twin princes of Unova. Eldest and youngest. Youngest and eldest. The Original Dragon. Zekrom and Reshiram. Reshiram and Zekrom.
The Multi Line. The Double Line. The Single Line.
It's always two, one, one. One, one, two.
What was zero, then?
There was the vacancy of the throne and there was the husk of the Dragon. What was zero, then, for something as stupid as a subway?
He kept sobbing and couldn't stop.
The Pokémon was quiet before him. It merely stared thoughtlessly at the miserable lump of a man sniffling mere meters away from its body, curled upon himself, hiding in his own shoulders. What could a cadaver even think, after all?
What a mean thing to say.
It was alive still.
Stupidly, not thinking, maybe guided by something he did not want to acknowledge, Emmet scooted closer, closer, closer, until his head laid slightly against the skeletal arm. He noticed only somewhere far in the back of his mind that the Dragon had allowed him to do such an incomprehensibly foolish thing.
It was cold, of course. Cold, rough, scraping his skin. Harsh to lean on. It was terribly uncomfortable, and he could feel his forehead freezing into a horrid migraine from the chill, but he did not move. He was crying still, louder than he should have. He raised his head a little and bumped it somewhere a little less bony. He thought his tears would freeze against the icy carapace and lock him to it, like a dumb kid licking a lamppost in winter; instead, they seemed to warm it ever so slightly.
He did not realize Kyurem had sat down.
It looked away, into the nothingness, the grey walls of rock of its hiding spot away from the entire world. Emmet listened to the silence around them.
Oh.
He could hear it now.
Weak and slow, although his ear was right on the side of the vast frigid chest, but he could hear it now.
A heartbeat.
He timed it mentally.
It pulsed inside the hollowed body slowly.
So, so slowly.
"Maybe," he whispered, softly, so softly, "We should get out of here."
Kyurem rumbled, but did not growl.
They did not move; they wallowed in their shared infernal loneliness of incompletion for a little longer, sitting on the cold ground.
He wondered, when he finally stood and carefully laid his hands under its jaw as Uncle had taught them to do, to lead it slowly outside of that cave in which it desired to be left to rot, if it was allowing him to do so and following him because of some phantom of a memory. He wondered if the heroes of old had ever held in their hands its massive head back when the beast was whole and healthy, with vibrant eyes and polished scales and voluminous fur. Legends talked about how beloved by them it used to be and vice versa, to the point where it could not choose to favor one over the other; it wasn't silly to presume it must have gotten to enjoy, even briefly, the affordable luxury of affection.
He had no clue what to do once it would have been outside, honestly. He could not just catch it. He could not just let it follow him to the nearest town or city. He could not just release it in the wildnerness - not after seeing what damage it could be capable of.
Its head was heavy in his palms. It was cold, and trembled with every step. It inhaled in spurts, short quick breaths. It walked slowly, heavily, higher and higher; it walked out of the chasm.
A cloud of frost left its maw with a low growl, hitting him square in the chest and making him shiver violently.
Kyurem yanked its muzzled head away from him, stumbling back, away from the human. Its hollowed yellow eyes swayed to attempt focusing on something and seemed to fail; it gave another growl, its tone a confused mess of indiscernible emotions, and climbed back down, trudging along as it struggled to carry its own forcibly deformed shell of a body down, down, down, back into the depths of the earth, to disappear forever from the rest of the world out of spite, out of anger, out of a mourning melancholy that would have eaten it from the inside if it had still had anything left withing itself to give.
Emmet watched it without following. The stomping of its clawed feet grew weaker, weaker, weaker, like a slow waning heartbeat, until he could not hear it anymore.
It was warm outside. Just a little bit. He could feel the sun warming him on his back.
The light caught the corner of his eye and burned.
He needed to get back to the station.
It would have been a little cooler.
It would have been a little darker.
He never liked summer anyways.
He left.
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sysig · 4 months ago
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#Had an Extremely long Game Day with smol today and I think it fixed my brain so that's great news#Past week has been rough!!!! Got hit with a semi-minor anxiety episode and a pretty serious depression episode to bookend last week#I'm all good it's just - took a bit out of me lol#Any number of things really too many to list so I'll just sum up as blegh - feeling better now#Started a new printing project!! Looking forward to that hopefully gonna do some test printing tomorrow#It Should work out well but pfbtl I can't count on my formatting skills for nonsense - shapes wtf are those#Been drawing <3 Been writing <3#Thinking quite very seriously about returning to doodle roots something awful#I tend to spend a Long Long time editing my stuff down by three different phases#Makes them very pretty! But I think I've had enough of that for the moment#New! Novelty! Needed and necessary and I'd rather Write about these than fuss more about how Pretty Or Not they are#They're pretty enough! I've made shapes on paper that previously didn't exist and now I can think about them as they are! Magic!#So that's the current plan - do still have One more step of editing to do before that lol but smol had offered me videos to listen to during#Good to have longer videos so I'm not constantly start-and-stopped#Oh and Pepper went into molt Again and just came out and he's genuinely gigantic now#And so dark! Handsome boy was a nice soft brown when we picked him up and so tiny small and now he's nearly black and huge#And so furry now he's definitely at least twice as fuzzy#Got him to eat - he was definitely hungry but he seems to be pacing himself still#Everything everything
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