#saw this in a dream so i will entertain this idea until i lose it and make a fic

[hwamatz]

Ateez as Barbie movies and Seonghwa would be twelve dancing princesses most definitely

[wonysugar]

puff, puff and pass | ot4 aespa

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. high for this — the weeknd

synopsis : your dream blunt rotation, except you’re the blunt.

pairing : yoo jimin, ning yizhuo, aeri uchinaga, kim minjeong x fem!reader

genre : smut, porn without plot (sorry)

tags : high sex, aespa kind of gangbang reader to be quite honest—, objectification, reader is referred to as ‘it’ like once, oral sex, vaginal penetration, joint rolling tutorial included brought to you by jiminjeong xx, i’m joking, don’t do drugs yall

warnings : heavy use of drugs, like, they’re all high as hell help (more specifically marijuana) both fem!reader and aespa are intoxicated in this

word count : 1,4k(??)

a/n : the fact that i was basically finished with writing thisa while ago and the only thing stopping me from posting it was the fuckass moodboard.. AND EVEN THEN IT ISN’T EVEN ALL THAT I HATE ITTFJHHFJEJF anyways, here’s some food MWAHH love you sugarcubes<33

“come on, you’ve been at it for ages— pass it already.” complained ning, her voice all whiny. 

from those words alone, a normal individual would think that the five girls in the room, including you, were doing a blunt rotation of some sort. or perhaps you all were just participating in a chill activity that consisted of passing around an object for entertainment, nothing harmless.. right?

well.. yes! you’d be right in assuming that it was, in fact, a blunt being passed around originally. that is, until the other girls (intoxication clearly having taken over the good parts of their brains) thought it would be a great idea to pass something else, another object, one that’d cure their boredom in the middle of fucking nowhere. 

that said object turned out to be your very own body.

“ohh my god shut up—” was what aeri moaned, sharply inhaling air through her teeth as she fucked her cock deep into your mouth, the tip touching the back of your throat with every thrusting motion she made. you were on all fours in front of her, fitting all of her into your mouth, watching your head bob up and down her long shaft effortlessly as you took all of her rigid length like the good slut you are, it made her lose control of her senses. “fuck y/n i’m so fucking close—“

then, to both you and aeri’s surprise, right as she was about to finish all over your mouth, your hair was suddenly pulled on from behind. “ah-ah, too late, it’s my turn now.” was what you heard ning say from behind you in a singing tone, visualizing the kind of annoying smile she had on her face whilst saying that to aeri. 

you winced at the sharp pain you felt on your scalp from such a tug, which was then immediately replaced by the overwhelming sensation by the feeling of ning’s dick sliding up and down your wet slit, teasing your entrance with her tip. 

in response to having you pulled away from her at the moment of her sweet release, you saw as aeri’s face contorted from one of pleasure to one of frustration very quickly, despite her seemingly sleepy eyes due to the ridiculous amount of cannabis she ingested, and keeps ingesting. “i wasn’t done, asshole.” exclaimed the half-japanese girl, clearly upset that the chance to cum all over your pretty face got taken away from her and delayed for another short period of time.

ning simply laughed at her before swiftly sliding her cock into your wet, wet cunt. you moaned loudly, as being in a situation such as this one while simultaneously being high just made you feel everything way more than you usually would. it was like all five of your senses were invaded with different, filthy things, and all of those things contributed to making you feel so, so good. you felt mindless, only present to please those that were freely using your body.

you loved every single second, as dehumanizing as it was. perhaps that’s what made it so arousing.

“please— i’m doing her a favor. she knows this dick fucks her the best, right, doll?” you looked back at her with hooded eyes, unsure what to respond.

while yes, ning knows how to use her length, you were quite frankly blinded by the drugs at that moment.

all you really wanted was dick, regardless of how you got it.

so, you mindlessly nodded, “stick to jerking off and watching how it’s done, ‘kay?” is what added ning, earning another annoyed groan from the other girl in response, before the latter sat down on the couch before you. with that, each second that passed was an increase in speed for the girl on top of you, your back to her stomach.

“can you guys stop bickering already? it’s like, ruining the vibe.” said what sounded like jimin, her words were slow, clear and enunciated.

that’s when you caught a glance of her and minjeong, sitting on the other corner of the dark room. they, on their side of things, were rolling yet another blunt, minjeong was focused on intricately filling the folded paper with the marijuana whilst jimin held the filter for her, aligning its edges perfectly with the edges of the paper before rolling it, twisting the end of the joint and eventually lighting the latter. 

“and can you roll that shit quicker? it’s getting boring having ning do everything.” snapped back aeri, a bit louder so that the two relevant girls could hear her above the music, clearly annoyed. obviously, ning heard and grinned at her mockingly, earning an eye roll from her.

“we’re working on it, be fucking patient, girl.” replied minjeong.

what differed her ways to handle you and ning’s was mostly the gentleness that was employed with you; aeri was rough, sure, but she also prioritized your comfort above everything else when you were sucking her cock. ning, on the other hand, was fucking you like she had a point to prove, she’d thrust into you in an almost animalistic way, also making sure that she could hear every single dirty noise that came out of your mouth. 

not like that was hard to do anyways, with how loud and shamelessly lewd you were being for her. 

with that being said, you weren’t exactly surprised when you felt her fingers lock your jaw into a tight grip, making you face the couch aeri was sitting on. the chinese girl dug into your skin with her long, pretty acrylic nails, leaving very visible red scratches on your stomach as she got closer and closer to her climax.

“you’re so tight, baby..” said ning with a groan, huffing and puffing into your ear with each pump of her dick into your walls, all of it causing you to moan out incoherent words. “oh fuck, i think i could do you for hours on end—”

when you actually concentrated on the girl in front of you, you noticed how no longer upset she seemed about being denied her orgasm, but more so impatient to have you all to herself again. she watched you attentively as she stroked her own dick, wishing she was the one to stretch your pussy out instead of it being done by the annoying and cocky girl that was behind you, ning. 

those two are very close, so it’s very natural for them to take basically everything as a competition.

then, as if to prevent you from looking anywhere else other than her, aeri quickly stood up in front of you and grabbed ahold of your hair, rougher than usual, before impatiently teasing your already agape mouth with the head of her cock, slapping it against your desperate lips before bucking her hips into your mouth, inserting it effortlessly. ning was still behind you, pounding you just as mercilessly as she’s been doing this entire time.

you came, repeatedly, at that. what else could you have done when you were being fucked stupid by two different dicks at once, both at different speeds and intensities? obviously, it didn’t take long before they came inside of you, too. aeri’s warm juices filled the entirety of your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop of it as she pushed her cock down deeper, while the chinese girl's dick was buried deep into your wet, swollen cunt, the perfect view of your spread ass obviously playing a huge part in her orgasm.

teamwork at its finest! especially when the two other girls are finally walking their way towards you, stumbling in their steps, all giggly and jittery from the weed, clearly excited to make you take a puff out of their freshly rolled and lit-up joint. too fucked out to have at least one remotely coherent thought, you let them ruffle your hair and get a tight grip on it to make you face minjeong’s pale hand, holding the blunt in between her fingertips.

still recovering from aeri’s thick load in your throat, you didn’t even notice how jimin had her phone camera above you, filming you from practically every angle before locking your jaw in a tight grip, laughing and caressing your lips with her thumb.

“come on, pretty slut,” she said, her voice just above a whisper, “take a hit.”

and you did, you took multiple, even. you felt yourself lose every ounce of sobriety left in your body with every inhale you took of the joint, if you even had any. so much so that you weren’t even fazed by sometimes having it suddenly replaced by one of the girls’ dicks at times and even forgetting that all of that was getting recorded by jimin. 

once that blunt was finished, they simply thought it’d be funny to have you crawl around on the floor like a desperate little whore that’s trying to get her throat used like it deserves to be, you took them, turn by turn, getting their mixed loads all over your mouth and throat, turn by turn. 

unfortunately for you, you couldn’t remember what it was that happened afterwards, all you know now is that your head hurts like a bitch and that your legs feel like you went to the gym for a week straight with no breaks. 

with that information, it was needless to say that you definitely got passed and used around by the other girls like you wanted for the rest of that long and hazy night.

[thewriterwithsnakes]

could you write something for Ekko, literally anything except angst pls

The Ekko of A Violin

I'd love to! This is actually a mix of two asks for Ekko and I got a little carried away, enjoy!

@wallmayo asked for An ekko x female violinist reader who joins the firelights and they fall in love 🙏

I also kinda want to write more parts to this because it isn't super romantic yet, let me know if anyone wants more parts!

Summary: An undercity violinist hears about the firelights and wants to help, how will it pan out once she becomes acquainted with their devastatingly handsome leader?

Warnings: None really

The undercity was your home, no matter how rough it was. You grew up on the streets where people got robbed and maimed daily, it was a wonder you had survived it all.

But, there was one safe haven for you, an attic. When you were younger you discovered it, abandoned for the most part. The druggies downstairs were usually out or too high to even notice your presence so you found yourself coming back to the dusty room many nights, entertaining yourself with the things you discovered inside, forgotten like the room itself. One night you stumbled upon a smooth black case covered in a layer of dust. At first you thought it could be a weapon and you stayed weary of it. But over the next few days your curiosity got the better of you, and you opened it, brushing away the cobwebs and forgotten dreams.

Inside there had been an instrument, the case had kept it preserved and it also contained rosin and a bow. After that all your curious exploration of that attic fell away, outshined by your fascination with the challenge of figuring out this violin. It took you weeks up in that attic to not make your own ears bleed, but eventually, you started to get the hang of it. And once you got going, you couldn't stop. You played any music you could remember hearing, and when you didn't want to play that, you made it up as you went. Most of your teenage years were spent in a similar fashion, slinking through the streets and rooftops of the undercity to get to your refuge. When you played, the undercity melted away as you focused on each note, on the pitches and your techniques.

You figured that was how you survived the undercity without totally losing it like most people did. So when you found out about the firelights, the people who did their best to give a safe haven to people, you had to join. You wanted to help your home and it's people, and this was the perfect opportunity.

Growing up in the undercity made everyone rough around the edges and you were no exception. You'd had your share of struggle and you knew what to expect as a firelight in general. You met up with a firelight who would bring you to their mini oasis in this desert of depravation that Silco created, a desert he branded Zaun.

Upon arrival you saw quite a few people dressed quite similarly in what you presumed to be their armor. You bit your lip in nerves until your eyes laid upon the majestic tree infront of you. Sucking in a breath, you gazed in amazement at the wonderful world they created. It seemed like a whole different universe, so detached and different from the rest of the undercity. The only detail that wasn't was the mural that sprawled put across the base of the tree. It had some familiar and unfamiliar faces on it though you knew none personally. Your heart jumped at the idea of being able to live in a slice of this paradise, you weren't sure it could get any better and you couldn't wait to help.

You met Ekko your first day their, though you didn't know that. You didn't even know his name, which was purposeful on Ekkos part. You knew that name belonged to the firelights leader and he wanted to see how you acted when you didn't know. You had your violin case clutched tightly in your hand along with a small bag you packed, this would be your new home. As you bit your lip and tried suppressing a hopeful smile, a man approached you and your guide. He simply smiled and nodded at the firelight next to you who seemed to get some sort of message and left.

"Are all firelights telekinetic or is that just you?" You shot the man a joking smile in hopes that this environment would be kinder than the undercity. He let out a laugh that took your breath away.

"Not telekinesis, sugar, just mutual understanding" He shook his head in playful disappointment before turning and motioning for you to follow. "Come on, I'll show you to where you will stay,"

"Thanks, this place is certainly going to take some getting used to," You commented as you looked around, still a little starstruck at all of it. He led you to a small room with a simple bed and small dresser in it.

"Here is your luxury bedroom madam" He gave you a playful bow as he spoke in an attempted piltover accent. "Oh here m'lady let me handle your extensive luggage" He grabbed your bag and you couldn't help but snort.

"God that accent is terrible" You laughed and set your violin case down.

"Really?" He asked sarcastically. "I thought it was simply marvelous," The matter of fact attitude combined with the horrendous accent nearly had you doubling over laughing. He caught sight of your violin case and asked if you played. After a short quip back from you about how you just liked to stare at it combined with an eyeroll, you laughed and and said yes. He asked if you would like to play for the firelights occasionally, to help boost moral. You deliberated for a moment, you hadn't really played for other people before, but you had come here to help, right?

"Sure, why not?" You smiled and he was clearly happy to get that answer.

"Alright well I'll see you around," He stepped back and swung your door open to step backwards out onto the balcony that led to the stairs.

"Wait, I didnt catch your name!" You took a quick step towards him.

"I didnt get yours either, sugar," He winked and stepped back off the balcony and you let out a short scream. He appeared in the air on a hoverboard-like contraption with a smug smirk on his handsome face before he sped off into the night. You were left standing on your balcony, speechless, and for the first time in a long time, looking forward instead of backward.

[pinkthrone445]

PLEASE CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT PART TWO I GOTTA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS

-Caught in the moment- Part 2

Part 1

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Smut

Warnings:yes! +18 Smut, Kinks

Summary:After getting caught up in a video having sex, together you try to delete it and make like nothing happen.

Your breathing was ragged and you felt like you were on another planet after the biggest and stronger orgasm of your life, while Melissa kissed your legs softly trying to help you come back to reality.

The moment your body reacted and you opened your eyes staring at the ceiling, your blood ran cold

-"FUCK!" - You screamed and Mel looked at you worriedly, when she followed your gaze, she saw on the ceiling a very well hidden, almost imperceptible camera, camera that had probably captured everything that had happened and that it was surely hiding and recording in Ava's office.

Your body started shaking and this time it wasn't for pleasure, it was for fear. A thousand consequences of what you had just done were going through your head, you knew this was a bad idea, why didn't you listen to your head? You'd lose your job, you'd lose your students, you could even lose your license to teach, you'd lose everything, and why? For not being able to say no to Melissa. You wanted the earth to swallow you or turn back time, you wanted this to be a dream or a bad joke, you wanted everything that had happened to go away.

-"Hon!" - Melissa screamed and brought you back to reality, your eyes were watery and your body was still shaking. The redhead grabbed your face in her hands making you focus on her-"Look... We can fix it, okey? Don't panic... Breath with me" - She whispered softly and came closer to your face while you blushed, as if minutes ago she hadn't been between your legs, and then kissed your forehead and smiled at you to calm you down.

When your body stopped shaking and you started breathing normally, the redhead helped you arrange your clothes and together you made a plan to erase all the evidence.

First, Mel soiled one of the hallways with everything she could find to entertain Mr. Johnson and prevent him from approaching Ava's office. Second, while he was entertained, you took his keys very gently without him noticing so you could open the principal's office. Third, you went into the office and started looking at the computer where the recordings might be hidden, you searched Ava's computer in every place but found nothing. Your hope was going away and the anxiety coming back, you thought you wouldn't be able to find the recordings, until you noticed a lot of cables heading to a room behind Ava's office. Following them, you found all the screens of the live recordings and your soul came back to your body.

Together you checked camera by camera, you were surprised to notice how many were hidden and no one had noticed anything, Melissa smiled when she found the recording of your classroom, several recordings on different positions from every angle of your classroom. Instead of deleting it, Melissa stared at the footage until you hit her arm

-"Delete it!"-You screamed and she didn't take her eyes off the screen, which made you blush

-"Okay, but at least let me copy it to my cell phone to watch it later" - She whispered and you gently pushed her away so you could get in front of the screen and erase everything

-"Mr. Johnson will realize in a few minutes that he doesn't have his key and he'll come for them and we won't be able to erase anything, it has to be done now."-You muttered under your breath as you checked that everything was erased

-"You look hot while you focus"-She commented in a seductive tone approaching you but you stopped her with your hand

-"Stop looking at me like that, too much trouble for one night, let's go" - You mumbled and walked out of the office trying to leave everything as it was before entering, Melissa followed you silently.

After leaving the keys in Mr. Johnson's cleaning cart, each of you went to your car and headed home, Melissa tried to talk to you before you left, but reality had returned to your body and with it your shame and shyness for everything that happened, so you avoid her.

The next day your conscience gnawed at you and you couldn't look anyone in the eye while eating breakfast, which didn't attract attention because they were used to your usual silence and shyness

-"Good morning beautiful people!" - Melissa walked into the teacher's room greeting everyone in a very good mood, something that did catch the attention of several of those present. The redhead stopped behind you resting her hands on the back of your chair which made your skin crawl as you felt her warmth and scent nearby, bringing back memories of the night before quickly-"Hello little lamb..."-Mel whispered in your ear, the same nickname she had been using on you the night before, which made you blush and you quickly got up from the chair trying to get away from her

-"Hey (Y/N) are you okey? You're red like a tomato" - Barbara asked and you nodded thinking of an excuse to leave, but before you could do it, the communicators rang with Ava's voice

-"Melissa Schemmenti and (Y/N), Please report to the principal's office" - Ava commented and for the first time in the day you looked Melissa in the eye (Thinking that maybe you had been caught or forgotten to delete one of the cameras and Ava had found them and now you would lose your job and never see your students or Mel again), but she just walked past you and placed one of her hands on your waist to help you walk next to her to the office. When you arrived, Ava had her computer open on her desk looking at you very seriously, the redhead was looking at her with a lot of confidence and arrogance while you just looked at your feet

-"Do you know why I called you?" - Ava asked, and you just thought that if you didn't move, she'd forget you were there

-"I don't know, maybe to help you advertise some of those products you sell?" - Mel played dumb while you felt your legs shaking

-"I didn't call you for that, Schemmenti... Yesterday my cameras captured how you entered my office, but they didn't record what you did here, I need you to tell me or I will suspend you" - Ava spoke in a firm voice, you could hardly stand the pressure anymore and you were about to speak, but Melissa stopped you by holding your hand firmly

-"(Y/N) turned in her study plan uncorrected and it had major flaws, so she asked me for help stealing it from your office so she could correct it before you noticed... I'm sorry (Y/N) but I had to say it" - Melissa replied looking at you feigning regret, she was good at lying

-"Luckily, I thought you had broken in to steal my secret plan to become famous... Which doesn't exist..."-Ava replied trying to hide her secret plan while you looked at her in confusion-"What are you still doing here? Go away" - The principal replied and you walked out in front of Melissa, who hurried her pace to catch up with you

-"I can't believe that worked" - You muttered nervously

-"You should have more faith in me... Hey, do you want to go to my place tonight?" - She commented seductively and you shook your head

-"No chance... This, us, what happened was a mistake and can't happen again... So please don't..."-You muttered as you entered your classroom ending the conversation, leaving the redhead confused and disillusioned

After that conversation 3 days passed, which you did everything you could to avoid Melissa, which was really hard. Since she touched you, you hadn't been able to think about anything other than her, her soft lips and her deft tongue between your legs. Not even your vibrator or your hands could help you climax since she'd touched you.

Desperate and not knowing who else to talk to, you went to the wisest person in school

-"Barbara I need some advice and I feel like you're the only one who can help me... Also I came to you because you're the only one who I know that if I ask you not to tell this conversation to anyone, you will respect that... So please don't say any of this to anyone else, especially Melissa... But..."-You started to deviate from the main topic because of nerves and Barbara took your hand to calm you down, after taking a big sigh you continued with what you wanted to say-" Melissa and I... We... Had sex"-You murmured and Barbara opened her eyes wide, obviously Melissa hadn't said anything to her-"We did it here... In school... In my classroom... And the cameras caught us" - Every sentence you said your voice began to lose strength, almost whispering the last thing

-"Sweet baby Jesus and the grown one too! Are you crazy? There is kids here!" - Barbara screamed loudly and you immediately looked down

-"It...it's Okay ... No one was here and we deleted the recording... I really don't know how we got to that point, we were talking and then we kissed... And she... I don't know what happened... And now I don't want it to happen again, but your friend has amazing skills... And I need her and I don't know what to do..."-You started talking very nervously and Barbara was looking at you confused

-"Did you really come to me to get advice on casual sex?" - She asked confused and you nodded avoiding her gaze-"Look kid, my only advice is, if you keep doing this try to do it outside the school... And talk to her before you two end up in some complicated feelings situation... That's all the help I can give you right now" - she muttered and you nodded in embarrassment

-"Thank you... I'm so sorry I talked this over to you, I didn't know with who else to do it with..."-You muttered before leaving her classroom.

Later that day, because you had been thinking about the redhead, you hadn't managed to finish some work, so you stayed a few more hours at school. What you didn't know was that Melissa was also there. It wasn't until you felt someone knock on your door, that you noticed you weren't alone

-"Hey hon... Are you okay? Can we talk?" - she whispered, approaching you carefully, but you didn't look up from the paper

-"I'm busy now Schemmenti... I have a lot of work to do..."-Your tone was dry, but you were trying to figure out what to do with the redhead and you couldn't do that with her around. Mel didn't give up and continued to approach you until she was next to the chair you were sitting in, without saying anything, she placed her hands on your shoulders and before you had time to complain, she began to massage releasing your tension and relaxing you-"Mel..."-You whispered, closing your eyes and letting out a soft moan

-"It's that soap or a new shampoo?" - Mel asked and you frowned

-"What are you talking about?" - You murmured still with your eyes closed

-"Your scent, there's something new" - The redhead bent down, still massaging your shoulders, and her lips stuck to your neck, smiling as she watched your skin crawl-"You definitely have a new perfume" - She murmured and kissed your neck gently-"I love it" - Unable to think about it or avoid it, you tilted your head to the side to make more room for her

-" We can't keep doing this here..."-You muttered under your breath, clenching the armrest of your chair

-"Do you want to go home?"-she offered and you refused

-"I don't think I'll be able to get there, I need you now, fuck, I been needing you all week, I hate how crazy you make me... What about in your car?-you asked enjoying the caresses and kisses

-"Believe me hon, car sex it's not as easy as the movies" - She commented and turned your chair to be face to face with her, when you opened your eyes, the redhead was already looking at you adoringly-"You've been avoiding me for most of the week and now it turns out that you turn into putty in my hands as soon as I touch you" - she commented with a smug smile and you rolled your eyes

-"You know what? Forget it..."-You muttered under your breath and she laughed pressing her knee between your legs trapping you on the chair

-"I love how easy it's for me to make you nervous and neddy of my touch... I bet you are already wet..." - The redhead pressed her knee closer to you until it was against your crotch, smiling at the feeling of your wet underwear against her pants - "So innocent on the outside and on the inside so desperate to be touched... Do you want my help?" - She asked and you nodded gently moving your hips against her, Mel grabbed your jaw and made you look at her-"use your words little lamb..."-she muttered in a deep voice close to your lips

-"Yes please... I need you..."-You murmured and connected your lips to hers in a desperate kiss.

Melissa was a woman who, despite her age, had a lot of agility and especially strength and speed, which she used to get you up from the chair and sit in your place without breaking the kiss, and then make you sit on her thighs. You immediately started riding her leg, while her hands played and pulled your hair still with her lips connected to yours.

She had barely begun to touch you and your entrance was already beating against nothing, begging her for more.

Mel parted her lips from yours so you could breathe and began kissing your neck and breasts.

One of her hands lifted your dress and slipped through your underwear playing with your clit while you rubbed on her leg wetting and staining all over her pants.

That woman's skill with her hands and mouth still amazed you.

While you grind your hips on her fingers and against her thighs, Your gaze was fixed on the way her breasts bounced as your body moved against hers.

She carefully parted your lips with her fingers collecting your juices and then brought them to her mouth, savoring them delicately, doing a hypnotic dance with her tongue while you looked at her carefully

-"Dam, you taste so good... I always heard that the ones with the most innocent faces were the ones who tasted the best and I didn't want to believe them until now, you are addictive" - She murmured before lowering her hand to its previous position and sticking two fingers in you while her palm brushed your clit , her hand plus her kisses, were the perfect combination so that in a matter of seconds an orgasm took your body and you came on her staining all her pants and hands.

Relaxed, tired, and agitated, you dropped your head on her shoulder as she licked her fingers enjoying your taste, her free hand gently caressing your back

-"That was quick..."-Mel murmured laughing and you frowned offended hitting her shoulder, the redhead kissed all over your face making you laugh a little with your breathing still ragged-"Now, we're going to delete this recording, I'll keep one copy so we can see ot at home, and then we'll go to my house, now that you've had an orgasm, you'll be able to hold on until you get there... And keep in mind that I'll take my time with you when we get there, I wanna explore every inch of you" - she murmured kissing you again.

[platinumrosetail]

Can I request? Can you do the Hulian x m!reader like, m!reader act like Bill cipher from gravity Falls like he always cause some chaos 'for fun' and making deal to random person? And of course Hulian is there to stop them as always they do also can they react if they descover what m!reader do on the gravity Falls in pass?

I hope you can do my request, I I really love your one shot story! Very very much (❁´◡`❁) That's all Thank you! ✨

Sure! Love the crossover, always looking forward to crossover requests when I get them! 😁 they also added smut, so i'll try as I kinda want to start doing it but this will be my first time trying to do smut so i'm sorry if it's bad 😅.

Warning: noob author, male reader, and others.

Characters: hua cheng and xie lian.

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you are the spouse and husband to xie lian and hua cheng, having been with them since xie lian was still crown prince of xie le.

You were a chaotic being that has been alive for a long time and so you know all sorts of things especially cause of your powers. You weren’t originally from this universe/time as after you were defeated from being tricked by sixer’s twin brother.

(You didn’t mention if the reader was apart of their world or not and since you mentioned gravity falls I assumed that means the reader stays a dream demon and so I came up with the idea of having the two fandoms be kinda separate as you can see so hope that’s alright!.)

You like to make deals with people who were gullible to fall for them especially to entertain you while you search for xie lian after losing him at some point, you also used those deals to try and find him but ended up with nothing as xie lian’s luck helped in not letting you find him surprisingly.

Finally you had found him after 800 years of searching and gaining information, you also noticed what seems to be a familiar person and after reading his mind you found out he was the little kid you always saw around xie lian back in the day.

After a few adventures you three married and began a poly-relationship, that still didn’t stop you from making deals with unsuspecting humans, gods, and ghosts though you did have to dial it back as xie lian wants to make sure you don’t get in trouble and such. You told them about the gravity falls and weirdmagadon that happened which had xie lian scold you especially after learning that you gave a child a screaming head as a joke.

When you three decide to go further in the relationship you’re usually the one being a brat that needs to be tamed. You’d think you’d be tamed more by hua cheng but no it was xie lian who was the one that tame you anytime you three decided to have a little fun.

Though you three sometime team up with one another on different occasions and tease and love the one that was being the bottom that time, though you all give each other equal amounts of attention whether that be teasing or love it doesn’t matter as you all get the same treatment.

(A/n: yea the smut part was kinda small, sorry about that 😅 I just didn’t know what to put for it since it’s my first time doing this, also I won’t fully be doing smut like I would if it was a normal request I’ll only be doing things I’m comfortable with as there’s some things I think I might be uncomfortable or just flat out didn’t know about it until now so don’t go sending smut requests as I’m still testing it out on if I want to do it or not, also I’ll be busy for this week what with going somewhere for the first time and so I probably won’t be able to get to do requests a whole lot until I return this coming weekend on the 11th so you can still send requests just expect them to be not worked on for a bit! Anyway I believe that’s it so I hope yall have a wonderful day/evening/night!

[charliedawn]

Hi! Can I request how the Slashers will react to their favorite nurse having an engagement ring on her? And they actually fell in love with her. (Also, can you add Five please 🥲, he's very much my comfort character.)

Five Hargreeves :

Five was the first to know.

He knew just by looking at you. The way you almost glowed and were smiling from ear to ear all week made him suspicious. And then, the coup de grace…The ring. He was sitting at his own private bar when you joined him and his eyes were immediately drawn to the shiny ring. Suddenly, everything clicked and he stared at the drink in his hand…his hand shaking slightly.

"…So, you found someone ?"

He was happy for you, or at least he tried to convince himself he was.

He wished you would say no. He wished you would realise how much you meant to him at that exact moment…but you didn’t.

Your smile almost burnt him when you answered affirmatively. He took a big gulp of his whiskey—savouring the burn. He knew it was impossible. You were a nurse. And he was…just a kid. You would have never seen him as anything else. And it made him rage against himself for even entertaining the idea you would ever consider a future with him. Physically, he was too young. And mentally ? He was too old…You would have never worked.

So, he smiled and raised his glass to you.

"Congratulations, Y/N. You deserve it."

Once you were out of the room, that glass went flying across the room to end up shattered against a wall…shattered like Five was.

Jack Torrance :

Jack is good at hiding his emotions—even from himself. He had spent weeks wondering if he should ask you out on a date. He had spent his time thinking and planning and rehearsing what he would say and do. He thought it would be his moment to shine and leave all the bad shit behind…But then, he saw the ring.

"Hey. That’s a…That’s a nice ring you got there."

He smiled and said he was happy for you. And you believed it. Of course you did. Because, he was a good comedian. The best. He had learnt to just drown his emotions when he died, because if he was to feel anything…He’d lose himself. He had to suffer the loss of his family, his career, his life…What was one more loss to the lot ?

However, once you were out of the room ? He lowered his glass and his shoulders shook as he gripped the glass tightly in his hand to breaking point…He was too late. Again.

"Damn it…"

That was Jack’s true reaction to the news. He was disappointed for sure. He knew he should have acted before…But, what was the point ?

What would you have done with the ghost of a past long forgotten ?

He just started drinking again and chuckled bitterly at his own misery. He had wished for a better end, but that end had just slipped through his fingers like a dream…He would maybe write about it later ? But, what was the point ? He could write his feelings, but you’d never read them.

Pennywise :

You were at the dinner table and when Pennywise sat in front of you, he could feel that something was different. The other slashers were strangely quiet, so of course he’d have to ask.

"Why is everyone so quiet ?! Please. Tell me someone died !" He snickered, but nobody answered. Finally, he looked at you and tried to find the reason for the sudden silence…You then showed him your ring.

"Pennywise. I am engaged.", you announced with a smile. His own smile dropped.

He knew perfectly well what engagement meant. He understood now why all the others were so quiet. He could read their emotions. All of them were disappointed…He just didn’t know why until you had shown the ring…

"…Congrats."

"…Thanks."

That was the most awkward congratulations you had ever heard. He glanced back at your hand. Even though he had tried to sound genuine, he couldn’t bring himself to smile again. It was the first time you had seen Pennywise so serious.

He then decided to avoid you. You didn’t understand why, but he simply vanished. He didn’t even show up at meals anymore…

When something upsets Pennywise, he tends to avoid it. So, he decided to avoid you. He knew it was a childish and nonsensical reaction to the news…But, he couldn’t being himself to care. Because, he understood perfectly the feelings of the other slashers.

He never thought he would have to deal with emotions again…But, it seemed like he was wrong.

Michael Myers :

Michael stayed silent. He had nothing to say…

Well, he normally doesn’t say much, but this time you could actually feel the awkwardness in the room. He knew he didn’t have the right to dream…but, he still did. You were the only one who truly understood him and that Myers had ever spared. He wanted you to love him. But, it didn’t matter at the end…

He wrote down on his notebook:

Congratulations.

Even you could feel that he didn’t mean it, but you didn’t comment on it. However, he didn’t expect it when you removed his mask and stared at his face—studying his features. He wasn’t smiling. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were dark.

"…Michael.", you muttered softly and raised your hand to stroke his cheek…but he grabbed it before you could.

"Don’t."

He could see the pity in your eyes and it hurt more than anything. He then retrieved his mask and walked away. He couldn’t pretend to be happy about the news. And now, you knew about his feelings too.

Bo Sinclair :

Bo was working on a car when he asked you to hand him a tool. When you did, his eyes caught the ring around your finger and he suddenly forgot all about the tool. He grabbed your arm and stared at the offensive jewel in frightening silence.

"…Bo ?", you called him after a while.

When he saw you with that ring, it made him tick and realise that you had a life outside of the hospital—one he had no idea about. And it made him mad. You had never seen him so quiet before and he didn’t answer. He finally released your arm and left without a word. After that, you had trouble catching him and when you eventually did ? His reaction wasn’t the one you expected.

"…Whatya want from me, Y/N ?! A congrats and pat on the fuckin’ back ?! Alright. Congrats ! And hope you have a great life with yer fucker !"

He took out his frustration on you. Bo usually handles his emotions with his fists and his words. But, of course he wouldn’t come to hands with you. So, he’d either ignore you or be harsh with his words. Or, he’d go out to a bar and start a fight. Anything but confront you about his feelings and confess that he was jealous.

Jason Voorhees :

Jason was angry. The moment he saw the ring on your finger, he knew what it meant. His mother had carried hers for years and he had inherited it. He thought you’d be the one carrying his ring, but it seemed he had waited too long. His reaction would first be denial before he would suddenly break everything in his path and try to start a fight with anyone he’d come across. Jason doesn’t handle emotions very well and most often than not, he’d break things in order to let his frustration out.

He spent hours in the forest chopping wood and no one dared come to check on him—except you.

"Jason…?"

He didn’t answer, but he was there. You could hear him breathing and you sighed before sitting on a log. You waited for him and soon enough, he sat down next to you and you noticed how his whole body seemed tense.

"Jason…It’s not because I am engaged that I will forget about you, you know that right ?"

He still didn’t answer. He was doing his best to remain calm and when you moved to touch his shoulder—he recoiled from your touch. It was the first time Jason was reacting this way with you. And what he did next made your eyes widen in shock. He retrieved his mother’s ring from his pocket and wordless put it in your hand.

By the time you understood what he meant to say, he was already gone.

Freddy Krueger :

"~How sweet…"

He gave you the best fake smile he could muster before turning around and leaving. Truth is ? Freddy was the less angry out of all the slashers. He doesn’t believe in marriage or engagement or anything…The only problem he had with you being engaged was that he had lost his chance getting into your pants. Or, that’s the reason he’d give to anyone who would ask. Because of course you’d be faithful. You were the only person in the hospital who ever gave a shit about him.

You were kind and honest and fuckin’ perfect. So, of course Freddy didn’t stand a chance in hell. You were the complete opposite of him. You were an angel and Freddy was a demon. And that made him love you and hate you even more. It hurt…But, it didn’t matter. Because, he was already broken to begin with.

Norman Bates :

He thought he had a chance, but the moment he saw the ring…something snapped in Norman. It started with a twitch of his jaw and suddenly, his smile was gone. There was nothing left in his gaze than an intense emptiness—a void which seemed to swallow you whole. He took a step forward and for the first time…You were scared of him.

There was something murderous in his eyes—something dark.

When he leant forward, your heart hammered in your chest, but he simply smiled knowingly before kissing your cheek.

"Congratulations, my little angel."

There was not a single word in that sentence that he truly meant, and you both knew it all too well. But, you smiled and tried to hold back the tears. You left and Norman was left with his regrets.

Penny :

"Why ?"

You turned around to face Penny. He was the last one. He didn’t understand, but his expression changed to cold numbness as he repeated.

"Why, Y/N ? You know how we all feel about you…That ring. You knew what that ring would do to us…So, why ? Why hurt us like this ?"

You had always suspected Penny to be smarter than he pretended to be…but you didn’t think he would be the first one to figure it out. Your expression softened as you tried not to cry.

"I’m sorry, Penny. Turns out I wasn’t as special as you all thought I was…"

It was simpler this way…It was better than to admit that you were scared. You thought you were past the fear…but, it seemed not. There was still a fear to be conquered. You had grown too attached to the slashers. And of course you knew how they felt about you, but so did you. You felt so strongly…but, you couldn’t do anything about it.

You were human. And you still had a life outside of the hospital. They couldn’t understand…but, you hoped that with time they’d understand. You only had one life, and you couldn’t give them false hope. You couldn’t be with them forever, and that ring was a reminder. Not only for them, but for you as well.

Penny snarled and grabbed the hand where the ring was to glare at it. He hated it. He didn’t want to see you belonging to someone else than him…It affected him more than he cared to admit.

Suddenly, he wrapped his hand around your ring finger and you suddenly felt a sharp pain. He released you, but then you heard a series of metallic sounds hitting the floor. When you looked down, your eyes widened as you saw your ring—shattered in pieces.

You looked back up at him, but he was gone.

The message was clear though.

He would never accept it…

[celestialbruise]

Hello! I saw that you were doing drabble requests so I wanted come by and ask for one. It's for and Ever After High PIDW AU! Here's a link to the post>>>

https://www.tumblr.com/afsosville/762244543880003584/ever-after-high-but-make-it-a-pidw-au-imagine?source=share

I'd be great if you wrote the drabble to be like those EAH miniature episodes. The ship I was going for this is a cuter version of Bingjiu. I dont even know if you've seen EAH so I'd get it if you didn't wanna do it! Just putting this in here in case you did jdflhbtjddjf

I was so, so excited to find this in my inbox! I adored ever after high as a child, and so combining my two loves was really too much fun! and, like, this is such an original, fun idea?? yeah, I really am obsessed XD I hope I was able to do it justice<3

(also, just have to say I may have visited your acc and started fangirling a bit, because your art is AMAZING🤍🤍 your bingjiu erha art gave me life! so I feel so very honored to be trusted with your prompt)

Shen Jiu, trembling, holds an ink brush in between white-knuckled fingers. It creaks in his hold, threatening to snap. Shen Jiu hopes it does.

Shen Jiu should have been used to this, others’ hatred. Sudden, unexplained cruelty. But there is something uniquely sick about fate’s tapestry, its threads being woven around your throat like a noose, when all you wish is to breathe like the rest. Shen Jiu never asked for this - of course, he didn’t, because then he wouldn’t have gotten it. The gods have never answered his prayers. No, they laugh at his pleas, their mocking, smiling faces demons skulking in the burning wreckage of all of his dreams. 

The blank, open-faced book sits before him, begging for his name. Begging for the script to be written in his blood. 

The sins of the father become the sins of the son. What a ridiculous, cruel curse. Shen Jiu barely knew his father - this ‘Shen Qingqiu,’ this scourge - and yet, he is meant to follow in his footsteps? And for what? Petty glory? Fleeting satisfaction?

Shen Jiu resents this so-called destiny, resents the fact that it reads like a macabre play. He refuses to play the fool, to be a mere puppet pulled along by its strings, dancing to the beat of war drums and jeers. All around him, mirrors play out sick scenes from his life, predestined and ordained by vicious vultures starved for blood. Shen Jiu watches himself be beaten bloody, battered and bruised, relentlessly, endlessly, night after night with no reprieve. Watches himself cheat and lie and steal just to get by, just to survive another harrowing day. He beholds the monster the mirrors dictate he becomes, that he is. A jealous, spiteful, cruel man who hurts in the way he was hurt, knowing nothing else and never bothering to learn. And then he falls, and his fall from grace is slow, and terrible, and agonizing. He is put on trial before the world, his sins laid bare, flayed open, left raw and shaking as greedy eyes entertain their malaise with the horror of his suffering. And then he is thrown in prison to rot. And rot he does; losing his limbs, his tongue, his eyes, every little piece of himself, his very soul damned to an abyss that this time, will disgorge no survivors. 

No. No, Shen Jiu will not resign himself to this. He refuses it. 

This world has turned its back on Shen Jiu. Why should Shen Jiu agonize over turning his back on the world? Shen Jiu drops the ink brush and steps away from the book, lifting his head to stare defiantly out at the slavering crowd, resisting, unrelenting. Daring the gods who made him this way to contort his body to fit into that ghoulish shape. Shen Jiu will offer no assistance. Shen Jiu will not be a part of digging his own grave. 

The crowd is confused, their bloodlust left unfulfilled. They begin to shout more viciously, cursing Shen Jiu to the heavens, their cries like the howling of wolves. Shen Jiu weathers it, his glare sharpening until it could cut through flesh, to the bone.

Let them curse me, Shen Jiu thinks, biting his tongue bloody. I will not doom myself to this destiny. 

This is a story that will not be told; Shen Jiu refuses to write the words. The hand that held the inkbrush as if it were a weapon slowly curls into a fist.

And then his fingers are being uncurled slowly, carefully, gently. A hand slips into his, their lifelines colliding, fingers fitting together in an embrace. Shen Jiu turns his head to find that it is Luo Binghe who has come to stand beside him, Luo Binghe who is holding his hand, defying the ravenous crowd with a glare of his own. 

Shen Jiu no longer stands alone. 

Luo Binghe raises his other hand, but only to knock the book away, sending it falling down, down into the mob below. Shen Jiu watches this all in a stupefied haze, wondering what the punchline is, when the rug will be pulled out from under his feet. Why would Luo Binghe do such a thing? The boy Shen Jiu is meant to torment and cast into hell? His destiny, unlike Shen Jiu’s, is as bright as the sun, bestowed by the very same gods who have spit in Shen Jiu’s face. 

“It’s all bullshit,” Luo Binghe whispers, because he must be able to see the confusion roiling in Shen Jiu’s eyes. Shen Jiu is hardly trying to hide it. “Why should I resign myself to someone else’s meddling? Why would I want my father’s destiny? He’s always been too overbearing. And just look at where singing that stupid book got him - he’s utterly miserable.”

“Without the book, what do you plan to do?” Shen Jiu asks, attempting to sound disdainful because by all rights this is a hopeless situation - but he can’t suppress the tremor of hope that cracks through the ice in his tone.

“We’ll make our own destiny,” Luo Binghe shrugs, lips curling into a smile that is as ruthless as it is earnest. “It can’t be that hard.”

[low-budget-korra]

Comments on Saltburn

- Couldn't have chosen a better film to start 2024. Saltburn is beautiful, hunting and weird. And those types of movies that it's been to go in blind

*spoilers ahead*

-I wasn't following the marketing campaign but people on the internet were treating this movie as a gay love story so I don't know if the movie was actually marketed that way or if it was the audience wish's but let me tell you that this is no love story.

-Felix is quite a nice guy, one of the biggest plot twists for me was Jacob Elordi playing a genuinely nice guy lmao. It is implied that Oliver wasn't the first poor dude Felix brought over Saltburn but I didn't see this is something bad or evil, Felix grew up in a highly privileged environment and yet he ain't a complete jerk but I rather believe that he just wanted to know people who in his eyes were free of wherever knots he think he had, people who are "normal" and have "real" struggles.

He really bonded with Oliver, even with his friends not sharing this friendly sentiment towards the outsider and was deeply hurt by Oliver's web of lies. His death or more likely the way it happened was a shocker to me but it made sense he was no longer friends with Oliver, he became an enemy and an obstacle to his truly desires.

-Farleigh was the only one able to see through Oliver bullshit, and that's why Oliver makes him get kicked out of the house. In the beginning you kind of hate him cuz you think he's being a jerk to Oliver just cuz he is poor. I think he may represent this type of rich people, the ones who can't stand poor people trying to be one of them. I wonder if he off himself too.

-Pamela and Venetia I would need another watch to understand their characters but in a first watch I interpreted as Pamela being their "clown", entertaining them and being replaced by Oliver, who just couldn't live with the idea of not being in Saltburn with the aristocrats and thinking that even if she was bullied, it's better to live there then live with the common folk.

Venetia I think is just the type of woman that just can't get out of her mother's shadows as she tries to be different, to be cool but fails. By the end she also is able to see through Oliver bullshit and I think that's why she died.

-Elspeth is amazing. She was so elegant, so classy...it was so sad that she never was really allowed to express the pain of losing her kids. The only time we see that was when she screamed in pain after founding Felix.

She wanted to keep Oliver around cuz Felix loved him and it was a way of keeping her son there.

-Lets talk about the Devil. I don't think he planned to do all of the murder, he planned to be with the 1% but not to murder them. It only happened after Felix found out the truth.

Oliver was obsessed with Felix, and the moment he drank his cum , he started to act more and more confident. It was like he was becoming more and more like them after that and sucking Venetia, literally a vampire, sucking them dry.

Like he said himself, he loved Felix , he wasn't in love with him. It's like when Cady Heron wanted to sabotage Regina George but still wanted Regina to like her and be with her. This love and hate duality.

I think the grave scene is when he realizes what his done. He lost his obsession, he could never consume Felix again but he damn hell tried. The sex scenes with Oliver are never about love, but it's about power.

He thought it was over until Elspeth invited him to continue to stay with them. He tried to match Venetia to reinforce his place there but she realizes what he really was and because of that he had to deal with her too.

His dreams of being in Saltburn were over until he saw Sir.James died. Now it's time to suck the life out of a broken and lonely Elspeth. And I was really scared when Oliver started to mount her like that, I was so afraid that he would assault her defenseless body I almost turned off the movie. That was the scariest and heaviest scene to me tbh

Now it's all his. It's better be alone and be the one of the 1% than being with the common folk.

Plus Duncan disliked him because he also saw who he really was from the very first time. And like all the staff, he left

[moreespressoformydepresso]

hi brownie! i just broke my heart over your treaper fics and those boys are in desperate need for a happy ending so i have some time travel fix it ideas-

reaper wakes up on the train with a clear mind and memories of being sang to sleep (to death) by a boy who he had only met in a cage of the capitol's making. it was a hazy blur, something that might have been a dream or nightmare, until he sees the boy again.

treech, reaper knows, and when their eyes meet upon seeing each other in that cramped truck transporting them to the zoo enclosure, he thinks that treech knows him, too.

treech had waken alongside lamina, who he'd missed, who he'd mourned, and thinks he's hallucinating. it wasn't reaper, but he grabbed it with desperate hands, no longer stained with blood as they had been moments before. it takes him a bit longer to work out that he's back to relive the horrors again, but the relief he'd felt seeing reaper, realizing he wouldn't be alone in this repetition, in what could be a second chance, is overwhelming.

so, after a bit of time to comfort each other, they get to talking aobut what to do. treech isn't leaving lamina behind, and reaper doesn't want to abandon dill either, so they're trying to work out something to get the four of them out- except it's not a very big enclosure so someone overhearing their escape plan quickly spirals into all of the tributes plotting to get the heck out. treech and reaper know what's to come, it's just a matter of working out a plan to escape & what point in time would give them the best chance of success.

maybe it's intervening early to keep brandy alive (and verbally tearing arachne a new one while they're at it). maybe it's getting closer to their mentors to get some actual support for their situation. maybe it's during the arena bombing and using that chance to book it out of there. maybe it's just collectively deciding that they're not going to kill each other in the arena bc if the capitol wants to prove they're monsters, then they're going to raise the mirror back at them. if it's that last one, then maybe they all just get a chance to be kids having a found family arc :)

(anyways, love all your fics and fix its! thanks for writing them <3)

Hiii!!

>:D

Oh My God I saw your comments and they made me so happy!! For one because someone actually read it and commented and for two because mission accomplished. I'm glad I broke your heart with the rarepair I created and am the only shipper of :p.

Honestly yeah this would be an amazing explanation for how any given fix-it starts. Two dumbasses in love don't wanna lose each other or their friends again and it spirals. Aside from the obvious coming to terms with all this, the happiness at seeing their lost ones alive again and the brief panic at having to relive this all over again, I bring you a new fix-it AU:

Star Crossed Lovers save the world, but several decades earlier and a whole lot more gay

Treech and Reaper have their reunion and decide it's obvious what they're here to do: Save all the tributes (and unbeknownst to them the whole of Panem). They bring their partners into this and a few other tributes overhear and join. While they briefly discuss escaping, it quickly becomes clear there are simply too many things that could go wrong and too many factors out of their control for it to be viable. Such a large group of kids simply doesn't have the luck for any plan to succeed, and while they'd usually try it anyway... They have a better idea. After all, they have a massive trump card in the knowledge of what this all is about. These games are supposed to be entertaining, and they're a way for the Capitol to convince itself that its better than the districts. Well what better way to shake that up than to play out a love story and make people sympathise with them?

So the two lay the ground works for their "growing romance" so it doesn't feel out of the blue while Lucy Gray steals hearts in the zoo. When Brandy is about to attack Arachne, Treech calls out to her and gives her half of the loaf of bread he just got from juggling, ignoring the Capitol visitors' eyes on him as he gives Arachne a look somewhere between disappointed and disturbed. Then he looks at the rest of his food and sighs slightly before giving it to the tributes that need it the most. That evening they bring the other tributes into it and explain the big events that will definitely happen despite their interference with the timeline. The interviews, the bombing, and the Plinth Prize motivation for the mentors. Oh also Sejanus being trustworthy. They decide to try and show their mentors that the districts are people too in hopes of planting a seed of doubt large enough to get them out of the games in the long run because they're smart enough to realize they don't have actual power here. Just the ability to try and influence those who do. Now, Treech was very uncharitable to Vipsania in the last timeline for very valid reason, but he's had a while to come to terms with it and those minutes (maybe even hours, he's not sure. It's a blur) after Reaper's death gave him some perspective in hindsight. She wasn't great, but a part of her did care. Besides, reliving that week before the games reminded him that it isn't her fault. She was indoctrinated and raised to believe what she did, so while he can hate her for how she treated him he can't exactly fault her. Besides, she did send that drone that saved him from rabbid Reaper's attack in the last few minutes of the actual games. This time, he'll just be a little nicer from the start and see if anything changes or not. Reaper also gives Clemensia a chance, though he still doesn't say much to her and dislikes her. All the other tributes do their best to not be too harsh, but they haven't been through this already so it's a lot more difficult for them.

This set of dominoes wildly impacts the rest of the timeline. For one, Treech giving his food to Brandy made him even more popular than he was originally in the rankings, and it happened far earlier than before too. This means there's a lot more attention on him than last time, which is great because that means his little romance arc with Reaper will be far more known-about. Vipsania is satisfied with this until the first interview between tributes and mentors. She's pleased he knows how to use an ax but when she tells him not to help the "competition" anymore since he's already got the attention he gets upset with her because they deserve kindness and he won't add to their misery. This throws Vipsania for a loop because it destroys everything she's ever thought about the districts. He refuses to answer the questionaire at first but then they properly get talking and oh no he's wormed his way into her heart while being clearly upset with her. Now what? How can she fix this? Clemensia has a similar experience, receiving very little from Reaper at first but inevitably reaching the conclusion that he's a kid who doesn't wanna hurt people and he's right to distrust her. They talk to the other mentors and this means all mentors start paying attention to their tributes, realizing they're just kids and starting to care for them. Naturally this ends up causing a conflict because they all wanna save their tribute but that means the others have to die and they can see that that would emotionally destroy their friends.

They talk to non-mentor students about it too and from there it just starts to spread. Vipsania and Clemensia are particularly worried about the Treaper arc happening, but the two lovebirds continue because they know through the grapevine (people talking outside the enclosure) that they're front page news. They succesfully help avoid casualties during the bombing, saving their mentors from death in the process and causing the two mentors to care even more deeply about them. So much so that they and the other mentors who were saved by their tributes (like Apollo and Diana) talk about it to the news. More front page news!! Gaul is ripping her hair out.

During the interviews, the two steal hearts with their cute love story and then break hearts when Treech starts crying at the mention of the games. just before the end of the interview, Lucky asks Treech how he plans on killing Reaper, since he'll have to if he wants to win, and Treech has been perfectly composed, cheerful and friendly and charming throughout the entire interview but... He still remembers waving away the warning signs just to spend more time with the boy he wasn't allowed to love. He remembers falling down the beams and running through the tunnels, hiding in the booth and tumbling down from the stands. Worse, he remembers Reaper's confused cries, the blade, the blood soaking through his pants and that all-consuming cold spreading through his body. And he knows he has to answer, he knows he has to keep up his charming stage persona and make people love him but for just a moment he can feel the rapidly cooling blood on his hands again, drenching them. No matter how hard he tries, Treech can't stop the tears from falling as he chokes on his words, trying in vain to form sentences before giving up and sobbing brokenly into his hands. Reaper tries to charge onto the stage to comfort him but the peacekeepers stop him. Once Treech is led off-stage and close enough Reaper wraps his boyfriend into a hug and comforts him as best he can. When it's his turn and Lucky asks the same question he asked Treech, Reaper doesn't cry. No, he remains completely calm as he bluntly states he won't.

"Oh? But a confrontation is very possible. What do you plan to do if it's just the two of you left standing?"

"Easy." Reaper said. "I'll kill myself."

Despite not being near a microphone, Treech screams out loud enough for everyone to be able to hear his heartwrenching "No!" from where he's seated with Lamina. Lucky decides to push Reaper and tells him he's being irrational, but the boy is unimpressed and coldly states he'd rather let the Capitol torture him to death than be the reason Treech's family gets him back in a coffin. Lucky tells the audience they'll have to wait and see how true that statement is and they move on to the next interview. When the games come, the tributes are all scared but determined. They've already decided they'll refuse to attack one another, but it's still a very scary situation for all of them. For the first time, they'll be plunged into entirely unknown territory. Until that point they had a general idea of what would happen, but they're gonna interfere with the games so much by not fighting that there's no way to know what will happen. Treech and Reaper make sure to warn everyone that if a big black box comes down from the sky they have to get off the ground or into the tunnels because there will be snakes in it and they won't be friendly. Reaper and Treech continue their little romance to the point of actually staying together by the time day five rolls around. The day they originally spent together, all alone in an empty arena until that fateful last fight. Reaper has to hold his boyfriend through his memories and fears of what's to come.

Meanwhile, all the other tributes also interact with each other hesitantly, trading food and water and stories or even just a small acknowledgement before moving on. At the end of day 5, just as the sun starts to set, the tank drops. Thanks to Treech and Reaper's warning the snakes can't reach any of the tributes, but they do have an effect. Not inside the arena, but outside. The utter lack of deaths has caused the Capitol to implode with debate over the games, and Gaul dropping the tank to "remind these rebel scum of their place" seals the deal. For 10 years they've allowed themselves to believe these kids were killing each other, but Gaul proved that the only thing killing the kids in there is the Capitol. The backlash towards the government becomes so massive and the pressure from the mentors and their allies so great that the Capitol is forced to end the games and get the kids out. When this is broadcast over the speakers in the arena during golden hour, the camera focuses on Reaper and Treech on top of the beams as they stare at each other lovingly before finally kissing.

[queentheweeb]

Male Ronal X Fem Metkayina Reader

A/N: This takes place directly after Avatar 1, so Ronal is male and is Olo'eyktan who has yet to pick his Tsahik

Ronal= Ron'ek

Tonowari= Toni'va

Part 2, Final

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You were sitting on your Tsurak and scratching your head, thinking to yourself about the people of the forest. You were glad that they were able to defeat the sky people. Ron'ek's father, the leader of the Metkayina, went to help Toruk Makto and was injured, losing an arm, which he thinks was worth it. 

"Me losing an arm means nothing. My people and all of the forest Na'vi were saved."

He never had any ill will towards Jake because he chose to betray his whole species to be here and protect a home that hated him at first. He would forever have your respect as well. That was a few months ago, and thankfully, Ron'ek didn't push; well, that's because he didn't have time. With his father's sudden retirement, he was now the Olo'eyktan at the age of 23, and he didn't have a mate, no one to want to call his Tsahik. However, everyone seemed to think that Toni'va was the best candidate and that he would choose her. She was perfect in every sense of the way. She was tall, thin, beautiful, a great warrior, and extremely popular, which made her arrogant and believed many were beneath her. The two of you used to be friends until she got popular, and it all got to her head; now you were her enemy. You didn't have time for her and her gang of friends, so you kept to yourself. 

"Those nets aren't going to weave themselves." You side-eyed the mess out of Toni'va; she was so confident that she was going to be Tsahik that she was already acting like it; it didn't help that everyone listened to her as well. How fucking annoying. You liked that English cuss word you heard Jake and the sky people use. It describes an intense feeling of annoyance, disgust, wonder, or surprise,,, and she was intensely annoying you.

"She is thick all over, so I expect her to be slow." They all giggled before disappearing to do whatever. You pulled on your ear since the sounds they made made it hurt, and you shook your head because it felt like it reverberated through your kuru. You glanced down at your body before rolling your eyes. You liked to eat, and besides, you weren't weak, far from it. Your body is strong, allowing you to be the best hunter. Personally, you believed you were better than Toni'va, and you had curves too...you just had big everything, stomach rolls when you sat, thighs spreading, and needing more support for your chest. You weren't slim, but you were beautiful and strong. 

"She's so annoying." You turned to your best friend/tsumke, who never switched up on you smiling at her. 

"She is, but it's okay. Maybe when she and Ro'nek finally mate, she will stop being like that...or get worse. Only Eywa will know." The idea of her being with Ro'nek made your stomach twist and turn, making you nauseous. He deserved better; he can do better. 

"I pray to Eywa three times a day that he wakes up and chooses someone else. Everyone is so confident it's her, and watch it be someone we don't expect." You had to agree with her, everyone always spoke but, him. He would always change the conversation, avoid the questions, and avoid being alone with her. You noticed all this, but it seemed no one else did, or they were delusional. Probably both. Probably thought he was being mysterious or something else. How naive of them.

"Speaking of him, here he comes back from a hunt. Grab a net and start weaving." She did as instructed, the two of you picking up the pace of the weaving while having an idle conversation. From the corner of your eye, you saw Toni'va approaching him, so you lost interest. It shouldn't bother you that she's talking to him, but...you did kind of like him a little more than you're supposed to but never entertained it since he had too many suitors and you weren't at the top. You're allowed to dream, though. 

"How was the hunt, Olo'eyktan?" Her voice was sickly sweet it had you cringing a bit, her voice was naturally not that high-pitched. It wasn't deep but, it wasn't grating either, how could anyone stand to listen to her?

"It was good, thanks for asking. The jewelers need help. Go collect jewels, and Toni'va, go help collect herbs with the collectors." You saw her head nod, and all of them disappeared, giggling to themselves. He didn't even smile or smirk at them! He had a straight face! It's been a long time since you've seen him smile, a twitch of the lips, a small grin, but the full-blown smile you remember from childhood? Yeah, it's been a long time. You continued to weave feeling eyes burning into you, you looked forward seeing no one, and then turned your head to the left locking eyes with Ron'ek who didn't look away at being caught. You startled, blinking at him as he just...stared.

"What's he looking at..." Your friend was not his biggest fan, and you said nothing as you stared at each other. After a few seconds, you gave him a half-smile, returning to your work. If you would've looked at him a little longer, you would've caught his smirk, but he left the two of you alone to do whatever he needed to do. "That was weird."

"He is weird, isn't he?" It came out much fonder than you intended, but all was well. You don't hate him, never did, you liked the man.

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You were going to lose your mind; you were. Toni'va was insufferable on this hunting trip, all of you were hunting an Akula and she kept spraying water in your face, getting in front of you, and tapping your Tsurak to make you fall and swerve. You already got hissed at, and you were close to just going back and handling the Olo'eyktan's wrath or whatever he was going to say. You always wondered why he never reprimanded her or said anything to her. Did he even notice her? He must not watch her if he doesn't notice what she does.

"Be still!" All of you stopped moving at his command, and you needed to breathe and focus on hunting Nalutsa since it was easier and more abundant than Akula. Letting Toni'va ruin your concentration wasn't going to help anyone here. It was silent as you and the others watched for his command and did as instructed. He wanted you with him for whatever reason, and you refused to look at Toni'va, who was glaring at you. When you got next to him, he gave you an unreadable expression, reminding you that even as children, he was always closed off. 

"What do you need me to do?" He glanced over your face, searching for...something.

"Follow my lead." You nodded, and just as instructed, you were right behind him, weaving along the coral reef, and in the distance, you saw your prey. You watched his eyes and head, noticing the shift, and followed along. All of you knew what to do already, so it wasn't long before the Nalutsa was slaughtered, and all of you hooked the beast onto your Tsuraks to bring it to the cooks. You would help since that was sometimes part of your job or if you wanted to. Once everyone was hooked up, he led everyone, and both you and Toni'va were up in the front. She was side-eyeing you before turning to Ron'ek, speaking sickly sweet to him. There goes your ears.

"So...what did you think of our performance today?" You knew she was asking about herself without saying it. You missed the old Toni'va, she was so much more genuine, unless this was the real her and you were blind to it before.

"Everyone did well." Nothing else was said, and you saw she was disappointed, but what did she expect? He couldn't individually compliment everyone. "Good job today, Y/N." You glanced at him in shock, but he looked forward, so you did that as well.

"Thank you." Now you knew Toni'va was praying that you get eaten by an Akula. That serves her right to treat you the way she does. The rest of the ride back to the island was silent, and once you landed, you set to work untying the Nalutsa. As expected, Toni'va disappeared and would appear when it was time to cook. She wouldn't get her hands dirty with the raw meat, and sometimes, you wondered why you did it. Just as you were about to get the cutting, a hand landed on your shoulder, stopping you mid-swing. You jumped, turning around only to see Ron'ek in your personal space looking down at you. Curse his height. 

"You don't have to cut the Nalutsa. Go get cleaned and help out the cooks." You blinked and thanked Eywa that you didn't have to cut up the animal because you really didn't want to. You smiled at him in relief.

"Thank you for that, Ron'ek; I'll see you at dinner." Before he can say anything else, you put your knife back and go back to your Marui, where you realize halfway walking that you addressed him as Ron'ek instead of Olo'eyktan, and he didn't correct you. What was going on, and why was your heart racing? Unbeknownst to you, Ron'ek's best friend was teasing him.

"Took you long enough to start making moves on her...even though I doubt she knows you are." Ron'ek side-eyed his best friend and huffed.

"It's hard, especially since everyone thinks I'm going to be with Toni'va." He thought Toni'va was a nice woman who worked hard when needed, but she was far from his type. He doesn't know how to tell her he's not interested without there being a crowd and her making a scene. She always had a crush on him and made it painfully obvious, but she was cruel, jealous, arrogant, and hard to please. All those qualities were something he didn't want in a Tsahik. 

"For starters, you can tell her you're not interested and start pursuing who you actually want...which happens to be Y/N." Ron'ek couldn't deny it and wouldn't deny it with his best friend. He was the only one on the island who knew he wanted Y/N, but it was hard when he couldn't get time with her. 

"I'm going to make time to spend with Y/N. She's worth it to me." He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he was going to find a way to get to Y/N, court her, and have her as his mate and Tsahik. 

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 Let me know what you guys think about this so far! I will be making a part 2

[armyhome]

Lost In Your Love Story | Yeonjun

⇢ summary: Hwa Suji is a very skilled makeup artist who works at her best friend's salon, serving major Korean entertainment companies and that includes the artists she is a fan of: Tomorrow x Together! One day when protecting one of the members, she ends up having a car accident that takes her to another universe! The universe of your favorite fanfic called "Winter Song" but the thing is, life is not a strawberry, her new universe got a target on her back, she's the villain and has no idea how survive this cannon.

⇢ pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Hwa Suji.

⇢ Chapter 1 : Life is not a strawberry.

⇢ Chapter 2 : Love is a Disease.

⇢ Chapter 3 : Made a little cookie...

⇢ Chapter 4 / 5 / 6

⇢ Chapter 7 : Why Don't You Stay?

⇢Chapter 8: Beyond this universe

⇢ Chapter 09 : I know I love you

⇢ Chapter 10: Lips on You

⇢ Chapter 11: Opening Sequence

⇢ Chapter 12: Sour

⇢Chapter 13: Waiting for a lifetime for you

Chapter [14/16]: Breaking Down

POV Suji

Six months later

I took a deep breath and pressed the play on the camera one more time.

"I decide, to start all this, by telling about myself, and how makeup change my life because this is the main point of my life, I meet my best friend, slash, sister, slash, soulmate, during make attempted on became a chemistry engineer, then we give up on university, mom wasn't happy about it, but once she saw our business working out she accepted, even not being happy with that, but she knew overall thing how makeup helps during my teenagerhood!" I applied foundation on my skin blending with the concealer " I suffered an accident at school, and that fine line crossing my face was huge, today is a little bit smaller, but that's when I fall for makeup because hide this, and kids stop calling me monster, etc…" I start to used contour to make my nouse more elevated "I think people don't know real monsters, that's why they use this word so lightly.." I keep recording my tutorial, and practicing speaking to the camera, is getting easier, but always gives me a big headache, dreams that look like memories battle with reality in my mind. I press the stop once I ended, and take a deep breath.

Since I woke up in that hospital, I had crazy dreams, I was so afraid to tell the doctor that I kept to myself, but sometimes they were so real to me that I mixed them with my real world, even more since Yeonjun and I get closer. So I decided to focus as much as possible on the present, recording things, like my day, my make-up, and my thoughts, I didn't post anything, was just the way I found to canalize all those feelings. So TXT's company thought would be great material to help both sides to tell our side of the history since so much was talked about while we aren't able to defend ourselves. 

So I decided to do a makeup tutorial, with all members, but one by one, all with their next comeback concept, something very fairy, with a daydreams vibe, I would show how I work on their skin, which colors I like to use o these concepts, all the details. 

"You know, I almost lose my mind while you don't wake up…" Jieun says helping me organize the makeup, I look at her, this was so random "You know, I kept sending you massages, even knowing you wouldn't respond," I hug her "You're my only family Sujiah, you know that right?"

"You're my family too unnie" I kiss her chick "And you have Taehyun too…" The worlds scape through my mouth, and the moment I close my mouth I know I mixed my dream with reality shit!

"How did you discover?" WAIT! WATH? "Or you finally read the new version of that manhwa and…"

"WAIT! YOU…HIM…OH MY GOD!" breath Suji, breath "Did, you guys have conversations in my room, while I was in a comma?" Jieun searched for her memories…"My god, how long have you guys been together?"

"Little bit before your accident, I would tell you, but this chaos happened, and you looked so fragile when you woke up, I decided to wait until you fully recover.." And maybe my dream was based on the conversations around me… I sigh, this was so much better explanation.

"I'm happy about you two, don't worry, but take care to not hurt yourself, he is an idol, and we know how these things work…" Jieun hugs me.

"I'll take care," She looks at her cell phone, "It's time Yeonjun will be here soon" My heart lose a beat for a while "Do you think will be fine if only two of you are here?"

"Yes, there are things that we only feel comfortable saying when are two of us, things that only we understand without judging, and the camera is a lot of pressure already…" I explain.

"Okay, I will be upstairs, anything, just scream okay?" She kisses my forehead and leaves the room.

I sit in front camera to record some introductions, deep breaths, Hwa Suji, you can do this, fighting, one two three.

"Hi, my name is Hwa Suji! Most of you know me because I trow a trash can on a guy," I laugh "I watched your remakes all over social media, you guys are so much cooler than I! Well, I'm here because a lot of things have been said about me, and I just wanna people to know me, through me. Does that make any sense?" I tight my hair  "And to not say I'm being biased, I'll bring some people that know me to tell, honestly, who I'm… Wellcome mom" I Open my arms like she was in the room, and laugh again "Just kidding, but I'm really bringing people that worked with me, and I'll do my favorite thing on them, make-up! Hope you guys enjoy…" At the moment someone, probably Yeonjun, "Look, someone is already here let's see who it is?" So I pause the recording.

When I open de door Yeonjun gives me the bright smile he has and hugs me, I would never become used to being his friend, I hug him back. 

"How have you been," He asks without letting me go.

"Just much as fine as I was the last time we talk one hour ago" We laugh "How was your training? You're not pushing yourself too hard right?" 

"No, I like promised you"

"Okay, let's start before Parallel 38 appears…" He gently puts me against the wall, I can feel his breath so close, a flash of the dreams in my mind.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" The way he looks at me makes me shiver, and my stomach contract. He was playing with me, I roll my eyes.

"I'll throw a trash can on you if you don't step back.."We laugh at the joke we always use with each other "Let's start recording before HYBE sends the ROKU to me"

"Okay, where do I sit?" I point the cair in my mini scenario "Wow! You really put effort into thins!" He sits on the chair I was sitting before, and I start recording again.

"And our guest today is the amazing, the only one, my best buddy in the afterlife, Choi Yeonjun!" We clap together "You wanna say something Jun?" He looks into my eyes, sometimes I feel he is looking for someone inside me, I don't know how to explain it.

"Hi, I'm Yeonjun of TXT" He browns "First, one more time I wanna apologize to make my love, moas worried! Is really nice to be here, alive with my dearest friend, the best make-up artist on this planet, Hwa Suji! Moa doesn't need to worry about my safety while I'm with noona, cause they know you throw a trash can power!"

"Okay, no more trash can jokes, is enough, let's start work, Jun today has a photo shoot for TXT's next album, and I think moas will love the whole concept" I start to tight his hair and moisturize his skin "Now beyond do makeup we're here to tell about our history, during this chaos…How do you feel when you wake up?" 

"Was like wake up from a long dream…" He simply says " And you noona?" I start to apply the primer.

"The last thing I remember was the car, it feels like we were flying, trying to hold your hand, and then I was in the hospital, The first thing I feel was worry, because that guy, I was afraid that while I was unconscious he was able to do something with you…" I touch his chin to move his face and verify if I fully cover his skin. 

"That's so you, worry more about others than yourself…" I show the primer on the camera, all the products were from labels that TXT's members were the face of the label.

"This prime gives you so much glow, you all will be so perfect for this comeback, how are you feeling about seeing Moas again?" Yeonjun put his right hand on the left side of his chest.

"So excited, I miss them so much!" I start to draw his eyebrows.

"I know they're feeling the same, now can you give they a little spoiler?" I ask starting to softly apply concealer on specific spots.

"Will be really sweet, a lot of Sugar involved!" I start to apply foundation on this skin "Now, my turn, your favorite manhwa will become a k-drama, are you excited?"

"Well a little bit, I heard the author change a feel thing, I didn't have time to read yet because of work, but I'll real soon as possible, L.M. Andrade is my favorite author, so I will definitely read it, maybe I will do a live reading, I don't know…"  I start the work on his eyes "Did you read?"

"Yes," He looks up automatically so I could apply the eyeliner "I like this so much more this version than the previous one" I start to use blush Yeonjun look right into my eyes and I end up applying too much.

"Don't move" I turn to pick the tissue to remove, and once I turn to Yeonjun is like someone scratched my mind, the left eye of Yeonjun is full of tears, and the other is worried "You can hold a little bit Jun, I know that," I say without knowing why I was saying that, so I use the tissue to remove the blush "See, you made it, now your lips," I apply the lip gloss, focus as much as possible "It's done!" I show Yeonjun's face to the camera "Hope you guys enjoy it. See you next time" I just press pause on the camera before I fall, I feel Yeonjun's arms around me. 

"Noona.." The darkness swallows me, and this time I'm completely alone.

[milaxkorshunova]

Once the drinks kept coming it was difficult to stop them. And with every glass turned upside down their laughs became louder, conversations lighter until the world around them disappeared, along with the sewers, the waste, the stench, and dirt of their everyday life. It felt like stepping back into a time when everything was effortless. The world faded away, leaving just the two of them, cocooned in this small, golden bubble where nothing could intrude.

It wasn't them anymore. It wasn't Gideon Rutherford and Lyudmila Korshunova on a charitable camp-out event. They were as far away from those people as they were from the shining moon in the sky. They were as pure as the morning dew and the soft mist that rises with the first rays of the sun, that little gap between time and space when the night ends but the day hasn't started yet when everything is just a moment before waking up. At that time, they were just Gid and Mila, closer to those young and naive kids they had been in college, sneaking to and away from the parties, running away for the weekends just to return to sleepless study nights with nothing but their names and dreams of life they didn't know they already had.

Lyudmila couldn't be more grateful to have Gideon there, who, after everything, still saw the old part of her that no one else knew – the part that felt young, weightless, free.

When she thought she couldn't keep her laughter in (even during lesser entertaining parts), Lyudmila was definitely not ready to see Gideon struggle to stand. She ended up in a state of mute laughter, the kind where her stomach was hurting and her face was twisted yet no sound was coming out of her – until it did, and it came bursting out.

Clutching her sides, she gasped, “Stop, I’m going to pee myself!” She attempted to stand up herself, gladly taking the hand offered and pushing herself up. With her own wobbly legs, Lyudmila made both of them lose balance for a second or two – truly like two drunk idiots – before she steadied them.

“Honestly, darling,” she teased, catching her breath, "you're talking as if I have any idea where my shelter is located in this god-forsaken land. So, – " She swayed a bit, "even if you wanted to try something, luck is definitely not on your side." The mumbling of her words – oh, God was she drunk!

"But I think it's that way." With her arm still linked with Gid's, she set off toward a direction that, in her current state, seemed entirely reasonable. She moved at a surprisingly bold pace, considering their inebriated state. “I’m always up for a little adventure. Maybe we’ll run into a bear. And maybe that bear will take care of the French for you—save you the trouble of any ‘drowning’ attempts.”

"You would make an exquisite statue," the Rutherford agrees "Wouldn't put ya on these grounds, though... Can't trust who might've taken a piss on them." With the number of enemies his father's made, there's really no telling. Good thing it's the first time they're hosting this many questionable parties, given he used to roll around this land as a kid.

But when she playfully insists he'd been a gentleman, Gideon indulges a private smile.

Sometimes, looking back, he's not so sure. It had taken his next relationship — the toxicity of it — for him to realize he'd taken Mila for granted. Her unselfish love, the effortlessness of their connection, the understanding he didn't always deserve. He's relieved she doesn't hold it against him. That she remembers him more as the man he'd wanted to be, rather than the naïve, cocksure boy he'd sometimes been.

"Your company is always welcome, but it's rude to leave a man drinking alone." Gideon smiles, motioning for shots. He pushes two over to her when they arrive, with thanks to the bartender. "C'mon, unsung hero... Bottom's up. Show 'em how we used to do this."

// (a few hours later)

"Alright, I got this... Hey- hey! Don't laugh! Have some faith, Lyu- Ly-... Mila." With more care than it should've taken, Gideon slides off the stool, world tipping over briefly until he catches himself on legs that feel like jelly. "See??... Now let me escort you back to your tent." He offers her an arm to get off her own stool. "I won't try anything, promise."

And then, in case she's more worried about her roommate, he adds, "I won't-... Won't drown the French rat, either. Even if the lot of them could use a little baptizing."

And that, from the mouth of a real skeptic.

[thepaintedlady00]

So this request goes for human m/female reader morpheus a family gathering with the endless is happening and all hell breaks loose when desire threatens the girl to leave morpheous. He also say cruel thingss to her like how could you believe your better than calliope? He had children with her. She feels he heart breaking because she dreamed of one day being his wife and giving him a family she saw how losing his son affected him. Also she believed he would make a good father and he’s suffered so much at the hands of humans. She was already insecure but after desire said all this things to her by faking they where getting along she saw how much of an outsider she was after they left during the dinner. Desire even after taunts her and tell her to leave morpheous or else scared she does Because she fears for her family and has a mental breakdown.

She leaves morpheous even thoguht she never wanted to. But she felt she had no choice her depression gets worse..

Death , destiny get involved because this affects the dreaming . They also. Get involved because they like her.

Morpheous investigates and finds out what desire did he goes livid with rage yet again he’s has tried to sabotage my happiness. Almost kills him if it not where for death saying that his significant other needs him. Desire receives a toung lashing from death she is scary when she’s mad.

Morpheous goes to his beloved and they reconcile after he’s reassured her that he loves her and that he would do anything to have a family with her and they can start now if she’s wants. They have a really intense romantic night (feel free to add smut if your comfortable)

Desire is still recovering and still scared of what morpheous will do later….

BESTIE!!!! You and your brilliant mind! 😍 I am in love with this prompt and hope you enjoy the way it comes out! Thank you for the request!!!! 🥰

Your troubles all began when you were invited to one of the Endless family dinners in Destiny's garden. Everything seemed to be going great at first. Delirium and Death were doting over you, telling you how excited they were to have you finally join them. Destiny was polite, as was Despair and Dream was proud to have you beside him. It was his rival sibling that had caused the trouble, this you were prepared for. The problem was they were kind to you, overly so.

\While you sat and ate the food Destiny served Desire casually made remarks, worded in a friendly manner but ultimately meant to demean you, something you wouldn't realize until after the fact. They brought up Dreams past lovers, all beauties beyond compare, all individuals he had loved wholly. Again, they were friendly and kind... appearing to just be looking to make conversation and make you feel welcomed. It didn't bother you, you and Dream had already discussed his past relationships at length before he even entertained the idea of letting you attend the family dinner. But then they brought up Calliope, the only one of his past lovers he had married and had a child with, and their friendly demeanor shifted into something spiteful and cruel.

You had met Calliope once, had considered her to be a friend of sorts, but the jealousy you'd felt then was quick to resurface. Calliope was kind and beautiful and she had once had everything you now hoped for. You wanted nothing more than to marry Dream, to start a family and to live beside him for as long as the two of you existed. And Desire knew it, knew it and used it to hurt you... implying you'd never be what she was to him. That you'd never have what they did.

Dream had, of course, shut down their taunts quickly, but the feeling lingered and the dinner had thusly soured. After all was over, Dream spoke with Death while you explored the courtyard Destiny had prepared for the event. This was when Desire approached you, all the friendliness they'd once shown you was gone and in simple words they told you to leave Dream or else. You had little power to fight against them, and knew of the lengths Desire would go to in order to get what they wanted and so, after returning to The Dreaming you quietly packed your things and informed Morpheus of your decision to leave.

You'd given him little answers, and had not stayed long enough for him to beg you to stay. But in doing so, you fell into the deepest and darkest bout of depression and pain that you'd ever felt. No matter how much you reminded yourself that this was the best way to ensure your families safety from Desires whims, and perhaps what would be best for Dream in the long run you could not pull yourself from the depths that now threatened to drown you. Weeks passed and you only grew worse and with you The Dreaming too darkened.

Morpheus was unable to do anything but sit in his throne and stare at the emptiness of his palace. The Dreaming was downing in a never ending sea of rain. Nightmares plagued nearly everyone's dreams and piles of unfinished work surrounded everyone that resided there. It had gotten so bad that eventually Death came to him with the truth of what had happened between you two, a truth she'd learned from Destiny. Death hadn't been prepared for Dream to storm off to his gallery and into Desire's realm. She had followed him and only just managed to stop him from killing their sibling all together. With a hand on his chest she vowed she would handle Desire, while he go to you. Wild eyes and shadows twisting around him Dream offered his sibling one final warning... one that truly made Desire afraid. "I am finished with your games, sibling. If you even think of meddling in my affairs again not even our sister will be able to stop me from coming for you."

When Dream found you, curled into your bed and so clearly afraid and filled with such deep pain and sorrow he went to your side immediately. "Dream? You shouldn't be here... you can't be here."

"It is alright, my love. My sibling shall not threaten you or those you care for ever again." He said softly and he wiped away your tears. "Forgive me for not recognizing their interference sooner."

You melted into him in an instant. "I'm sorry for letting them manipulate me. I was just so worried of what they'd do."

Dream was finally able to relax, for the first time in weeks he felt whole once again. "I was never angry with you. You merely sought to keep yourself and your family safe."

"You are my family too," you told him. "I know we won't ever be like what you and Calliope were, and I know you likely don't want to have a family in the traditional sense but... I'm okay with that. All I need is you."

He chuckled softly. "No, we will not be what Calliope and I were. You and I are far closer than she and I were, the love I bear you is different stronger." Dream tucked your hair behind your ears and held your face in his cold hands tenderly. "As for family. There is nothing I want more in this existence than to have children with you, to see you love them and share your heart with them as you do with me."

With a quiet laugh you looked into his eyes, searching for any indication that he did not mean what he said. "Really?"

"Of course," he assured you. "We can start now, if that is your wish."

"Start now?" You giggled. "I did not expect you to be so eager."

"I will always be eager to be with you." He pressed a long kiss to your lips, hands pulling you impossibly close to him as you melted beneath his touch. Dream only pulled away when you were breathless, moving his lips down the long column of your throat, carefully pulling your arms free of your sleeves and peppering kisses along your collarbones. "I will never grow tired of hearing you moan beneath me, of seeing you tremble when I touch you. You, my love, are perfect."

He knew exactly what to say, where to kiss and touch to reduce you to a moaning and whimpering mess. And so you and your Dream Lord spent the following hours and days lost in one another. The skies cleared in The Dreaming upon your return and they filled with the brightest rays of sunlight and starlight when the two of you discovered you were with child. The life and family you had wanted for so long was at last within your reach.

[rexxdjarin]

This can be for any clone because most are like this: boobs turn their brain off. Just flash your man and whatever he was saying is completely lost.

Oh absolutely YES. you figure the clones were surrounded by their almost exclusively male identifying brothers on Kamino for their entire upbringing. Sure they learn about women. But they have never seen or met any until they move to wherever their unit is stationed.

SO when they actually see women, especially ones they’re attracted to, for the first time out and about they’re probably so fucking star struck. And that never gets tiring to them. Ever. The female form is a dream to them.

Personally I like the idea of Gregor, who has a reputation of being so goddamn smooth and suave and funny, being absolutely stopped dead in his tracks by you….

Gregor and a few of his men are hanging out at their usual table at 79s. You’ve been seeing each other for months now. There’s no part of you he hasn’t seen by now. But you still love surprising him and getting the one up on your self-proclaimed suavest clone in the GAR boyfriend.

You had a bet going to see how long you could go without sex before one of you breaks. Whoever breaks the other first has to buy the whole squad drinks for a night. Gregor was insistent that he could easily joke his way into your pants in a single night.

But you? Oh there was no way in hell you were going to lose. And you knew exactly how you were going to do it. Gregor couldn’t resist any part of you physically. He just couldn’t. It’s like your body could stun him worse than any blaster could. So you made your plan and waited for just the right moment to strike.

He was joking and laughing at the table, telling a long story and entertaining a batch of shiny’s. You exchanged glances at each other every so often; you unbuttoning your shirt a little more every time he looked over and him flexing his biceps unnecessarily or running his hand through his slicked back dark hair. Which you did love.

But finally he’d been getting to the height of the story, knocking back a fresh bottle of Kork and really riling up all the boys around him. From your place behind the bar you saw your opportunity. Most of the other tables had gotten up to rush to talk to the newly arriving 212th.

You scanned around you, ensuring that no one was looking and waited for Gregor’s eyes to flick back toward you. You ran your fingers up underneath the hem of your shirt and smirked as you thought about how much he’s going to choke up when he realizes you don’t even have a bra on under here. Finally, his eyes pan over to you and you react.

You lift your shirt up over your bare chest and flash him with the set of breasts you were truly blessed with. He freezes in the middle of the punchline, eyes widened enough to allow you to see his pupils darkening from here. The beer he was about to take a sip of spills onto the booth table below him and the boys shout their annoyance at him. He grins sheepishly and his tongue practically lolls out of his mouth at the sight of you.

You smile and cover yourself as quick as you’d flashed him, turning your back to his table and fixing the rest of the drinks he was definitely going to be the one paying for.

Suddenly, an arm is snaking around your waist and your spun around to stare directly at a mischievous and hungry looking Gregor. He pulls your body into his and his eyes do a once over of the shirt you were wearing. His hands run along the hem just as yours did and he chuckles darkly.

“You win.” He mutters, fingertips slowly walking up your torso underneath your top.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” You tease, running your hand over his uncovered bicep. He shook his head, turning on his heels and pulling you forward to follow him. “Where we going baby?”

“I said you win. Now let’s go somewhere more private. You’re gonna have to give me a better view of those two in that little show you put on earlier.” He laughed at his own innuendo and waited for you to curl your arms around his side like usual. “I’ve been told I’m good at uhhh appreciating art like that…”

You roll your eyes and follow after him. You love this absolute clown. Might as well give him what you both want anyways. Screw the bet.

[buckyownsmylife]

I’ve Told You Now - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where alpha!Bucky fucks you in front of the other avengers

Warnings: smut, a/b/o dynamics, public sex, oral (f), p in v, possessiveness

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Thank you to my lovely @wakingbeauty​ for giving this a read for me! This is strictly the product of mine and @navybrat817​‘s belief that public sex should be more common in A/B/O dynamics, so there you have it 😊 Also, I used a prompt the sweet @jbreenr​ gave me ages ago for a headcanon and I asked to save it for this story since it made such perfect sense! Hope you guys like it! I might write more public sex A/B/O smut in the very near future!

Bucky’s P.O.V.

Everyday was the same. I’d wake up and join the rest of the team for breakfast to find out that despite the fact that someone had saved me a seat, that same someone had thought of a new joke to make at my expense.

If I thought Tony’s nicknames were bad, this was a whole new level. It’s like she wanted to find all the little ways to annoy me, while still remaining mindful of my recovery process and triggers.

I’d never met an omega like that before. Back in my time, omegas were mostly prim and proper, almost shy around alphas, even if they were starting to show a little more skin and entertain the possibility of staying closer to us for longer periods of time.

I wasn’t used to someone who felt so comfortable with my intimidating aura, and the alpha in me definitely couldn’t grow used to seeing so much of her skin all the time. By now, I was sure she was doing it on purpose.

She knew how it affected me, she could smell it - every omega was able to identify when a nearby alpha was aroused. And I knew it turned her on in return. I was also biologically wired to sense that.

It was basically a game of who would break first. And I knew she thought she would win, but my resolve still wasn’t broken.

“Ah… What a lovely day. So full of possibilities… if you’re not a hundred years old,” she quickly added, throwing me a glance that had me rolling my eyes. “What do you say, grandpa? Feel like going out for a run?”

Who knows what I would have answered if she hadn’t decided to pull her hair up right at the second Wanda opened the window to look out into the field? The smile that had been on my face quickly dropped when I was hit with a heavy wave of her scent and my knees buckled as I tried to hold myself back from just jumping on top of her.

Unfortunately, because awareness was not something she seemed capable of having, she did not realize my struggle. “What’s wrong, old man? Can’t even keep up anymore?” The growl that escaped my chest at her joke was all the warning she needed to finally understand what was going on.

“I’ll show you what I can keep up.” I was on her in a second, my consciousness of our surroundings reduced to absolutely nothing. It was only her and me, and the way our lips moved as I guided her back to the couch, until we both fell on top of it.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” I asked as I tore her shirt with a simple flick of my wrist. “Is this how you wanted it to happen? For me to lose all control and just take you right here?” All that left her was a garbled sound, her hands clawing at my back as I easily got rid of her jeans until they were nothing but scraps on the floor and then exposed her pussy to the tower’s living room.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, immediately leaning down to get a taste of her. Sweet and wet and mine, all mine. I had no idea where that possessive instinct had come from, but I would be crazy to ignore it - especially since it felt like I’d kill and die for her at that very second.

Her hips jerked up, instinctively searching for my tongue, but a breeze of clarity seemed to brush over her and make her sit up on her elbows, looking down at me. I knew what was running through her mind before she said it, and I wasn’t having any of it.

“You better lay back down and let me savor my meal,” I warned, knowing the rest of the team had gathered around to watch the show. I didn’t have to take my eyes off her debauched state to know it, but her gaze was on them, even if the rest of her body was still spread open for anyone to see, uncaring of the fact that we were being watched.

“You poked the beast, now you’ll entertain it,” Steve warned, shaking his head as if to scold us, but when I met his eyes, I could see the glint of desire in them. He wanted to be in my position, he wanted to have his own tongue shoved deep inside my girl’s pussy, and it only made me eat her more hungrily.

“Eyes on me, ‘mega,” I called out to her once I saw her eyes linger on Steve. “Let them watch, that’ll keep them away from you.” She groaned at the possessiveness in my words, but it was the sounds of someone who was relishing in it. And I was relishing in her juices.

“Fuck!” She cursed when I buried my tongue as far as it could go in her, something deep inside of me desperate to be drowning in her scent. “Should have gotten you mad before.”

The thought was amusing to me. Did she really think this was only the result of pent-up anger, and not months of desire and lust that had finally spilled from my weakened resolve?

“Well…” I started, pushing two fingers inside of her to scissor her open for me, although my scent had already made her body as prepared for an Alpha an Omega could get.

I was a bit larger than usual Alphas, though - courtesy of the serum - so I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t go through any pain whatsoever. “You keep me mad all the fucking time, kitten.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“With desire or anger, it doesn’t really care,” he continued, like it was any ordinary day and we were chatting in the living room, our usual teasing banter taking over the conversation, instead of him eating me out on the couch in front of all of our teammates while I was spread out for their eyes to take in.

“You’re always a tease to me, in one way or another.” His huge hands massaged the inside of my thighs as he finally lowered himself to suck on my nub again, making me instinctively buck my hips up in search of his tongue.

“Stay…” he ordered in his Alpha tone, and the whine that broke free from my chest was more animal than human now. The way he used his mouth was nothing short of sinful, licking me from ass to clit with an eagerness I had never expected the former Winter Soldier to have.

But I guess today I was discovering all of my fantasies about Bucky had been a bit misplaced. For one, I never thought he’d be the type of Alpha to take me in such a public environment.

In every dirty dream I’d had, Bucky was far too possessive to allow anyone to explore what was his - even if it was only visually - but what I’d come to learn was that while he was definitely dominating, there was a hint of exhibitionism in his craving.

He liked to have people see him break me into a million pieces only to glue me back together with a lick of his tongue. He liked that they were seeing his talent - and I had to admit, by what I saw in his friend’s stare, that they were also admiring me too.

And he got off on that. I didn’t expect it would make me get off too.

“Delicious,” he hummed when he finally pulled away from my cunt, having brought me to my release and licked it off of me. Still, an overwhelming amount of wetness covered the lower part of his face, prompting me to raise myself to my elbows and lick my own juices off of his lips, the omega in me begging to scent him as mine.

“You’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t you?” He chuckled once the surprise faded away, easily manhandling me onto my stomach, the sound of a zipper being opened denouncing that he had undressed.

“Keep fucking me and you’ll find out.” I heard him spitting behind me, a shiver running up my spine as I realized he was playing with himself while looking at me presenting for him.

“Oh, I’ll do much better than that.” That was all the warning I got before I felt the head of his member poking my entrance, slowly but surely sliding in until he had bottomed out.

My whines became intensified when he pulled me up by my hair, his free hand covering my breast to rub my nipple as he whispered, “I’m gonna claim you, sweetheart. You think you’re ready for that? Think you’ll be able to take it?”

I was quickly realizing I had severely underestimated the man inside of me, even if not to the extent he thought I had. I was not ready for that. I don’t think I ever would be, but fuck if I wasn’t gonna take it anyway.

Because it was so much better than I ever imagined it to be.

“No more playing hard-to-get,” Bucky continued, finally starting to move and immediately settling on a punishing pace. “No more teasing me with your short skirts and tempting scent. You’ll be mine now, ‘mega. Forever. How does that sound?”

God, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to keep exercising this complete control over my body that he had so easily managed to take. His cock was stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before, his inflated knot slamming against my opening with each thrust.

“Always mocking me… Am I too old for you now?” I shivered as he licked a stripe up my neck. I knew he wouldn’t actually bite me in front of everyone - a claiming ritual was a sacred ritual, even the most feral of Alphas respected the intimacy of that. But the way he was taunting me was all too arousing, I couldn’t deny it. “Tell me.”

His hand squeezed my hip, looking for an answer. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing came out. His palm slipped further down, finding my clit, and as two fingers rubbed my own juices, around it, I screamed.

“N-No!” Bucky chuckled against my neck, body continuing his onslaught against mine as he nuzzled my scent gland. “Y-you’re not too old for me. Take me, take me please.” His coos were too provoking, making me cry out loud at the mocking sound.

“Aw, kitten…” His warm mouth breathed the next words against my ear, “I already did.” He turned my face towards his with his fingers tangled in my hair, engulfing my mouth with his.

“Alright.” A familiar voice spoke from not too far, startling me for a second as I once again was reminded that we were still very much surrounded by our team. “You two might just be the sexiest mates I’ve ever seen fuck.”

A growl escaped Bucky’s chest at hearing someone refer to us as mates for the first time, and I panted in need, desperate to cum, desperate for him. “Seen a lot of mates fuck, Romanoff?” He nibbled at my ear, hands roaming over my body as if to make it very clear to every person watching that they could look all they wanted, I was still his.

“You have no idea.” Looking over a bit to the side from where she was seated, there rested Sam’s almost limp body, a hand curled over his boner as his eyes never wavered from the place I was connected to the man behind me.

“Well, I know what I’m gonna think about tonight.” Something between a laugh and a moan escaped me, making Bucky growl again, hands pushing me back down onto the couch as his hips picked up the pace with which they’d ruin me.

To say I was soaked was the understatement of the century. I could feel it, running down my thighs, drenching the couch underneath me. I don’t know how we’d be able to use it again, but that was the least of my concerns in the moment.

“I am begging you to let me lick her pussy after you guys are done,” came Tony’s voice, and I knew Bucky would growl in his direction just from the way his fingers pressed tightly on the flesh of my hips. “Not that type of Alpha, sorry, I got it.”

I heard his footsteps retreating quickly, probably scared of what Bucky would do to him once we were done, but in the Alpha’s defense, Tony seemed to disappear from his mind the second he left the room, all of his senses directed to me and his goal of making me cum around his cock.

“C’mon, kitten,” he whispered, fingers easily locating my clit to play with me as he pulled me up to rest against his chest one more. “Come for me, milk me dry.” That was all I needed to give him what he wanted, and although I was anticipating to moan loudly as I creamed his knot, his mouth covered mine to swallow all of my sounds in a deep kiss, hands protectively covering me while pawing at my breasts at the same time.

“Steve,” Bucky called after he managed to catch his breath, having fallen on top of me on the couch once his knot popped open. “I won’t be able to work out with you today.”

I looked up as best as I could to find Steve already staring at us, although red from head to toe. “That’s understandable,” he spoke in a thick, rough voice that I barely recognized as his. “You seem to have worked out enough already.”

Bucky stopped running his nose against my cheek at his friend’s attempt at teasing, a slow smirk taking over his face as he joined me and stared at his friend. “Oh, I’m not nearly done,” he warned. “You’re more than welcome to join us for some cardio, if you want to.”

The soft smile Steve sent our way told us everything we needed to know about his plans for the evening.

[dumbabies]

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She knew this wasn't going to bode well for her but she tried to keep herself from getting too interested in the idea of him being back. They'd both made mistakes, time had passed, and still, here they were again. Even though he was the last person she expected to see that night, Angelica was actually nicely surprised by it. He still had that same way about him that got her out of her shell. So much of her life was performance and he saw through it from the get-go. She'd never been able to hind behind her mirage of confidence or snarky comment with Scamp. Some things had changed but not everything, certainly not that.

When it came to dating she wasn't the best person to ask, preferring to have flings instead of anything that could get her hurt. He'd been an exception to the rule without her even noticing. Ever since he left she hadn't dared get herself into that sort of situation again, letting that dream die the day she found out he was gone. Angelica vowed to never risk losing someone else like that which was made easier by simply keeping people at bay. "No? A sweet talker like you didn't find love along the way?" She said while trying to hold back a smile, knowing it was stupid to even entertain the idea. They were over, done, and she had to remember that it was in the past. That was until he asked to see her again and she bit her lip to keep from showing too much. "Oh, yeah, no one would be offended. Well, me maybe but I think I could probably squeeze you in," she joked back and that's when the smile finally found its way through. "You know, if you did."

Scamp had trouble hiding his grin now, the banter that had made him fall in love with her in the first place coming back in an instant. They'd never been good at telling each other the truth when it came to how they felt about each other on the surface, only being serious and truthful once they were alone. "I know it's a sight you'd love to see," he teased, the unanswered question he'd posed being the only thing keeping his feet dug in the grass. It wasn't that simple regardless of her answer, whether she'd found someone or not, their years of history still stood as a barrier between taking her back in his arms.

Just eye candy. Scamp couldn't blame her for keeping herself busy while he was gone; he'd done the same. They hadn't owed each other anything, nor had he kept the line of communication open to even know. That had been the whole point of running away, or so he had to remind himself even now. "Right, yeah," he responded finally, trying to come off understanding. "No, uh, no romance on Scamp's Great Adventure." He thought of Angel, and how he'd thought one day that maybe his time away would end with him bringing someone home to a new family, one that he'd forged himself, but instead he'd returned to the Tramps empty handed. "So, if I were to ask you for a drink, or something, there isn't any eye candy I would be offending by stealing you for a night?" he asked, nonchalant. "If that's something you'd be interested in, that is."