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missskzbiased · 4 years ago

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Getting my Ex-Roommate

It’s a spin off from “Getting a Roommate”, just because I felt Chan deserved better. It’s not required to read the series to understand any of this but I will link it here anyway haha (Part 1)

Tagging @jikseud since I kinda did it for us SUHAHUSAHUSHAHUSA

Genre: Oneshot, Best friends to lovers Au, Suggestive, Mature/Smut

[(?): I’m actually not sure if it’s smut, I’m not familiar with what I can call smut, but I do think it’s mature? Please correct me if I’m wrong]

Word Count: ~8,2K Female lead

TW: Dry humping (?), Language, Suggestive stuff (?), Alcohol, Kinda possessive at the end (?), Can it be considered dirty talk (?) [I swear to god I suck at warning things, I appologize deeply]

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You could call Bang Chan many things.

You could call him funny, gentle, kind, an amazing rapper, a great friend, an awesome singer, a perfect producer, smart, goofy... Hot. Hell yeah, you could call him so damn hot! And although you could say he was all that, you couldn’t feel more miserable for being his best friend, and it had a clear reason that you pretend you didn’t know.

You couldn’t call him your boyfriend.

The bright part was that nor you nor anyone else for that matter, so you weren’t completely miserable right now, but you kinda were because… Well, you’re his best friend, you should root for him, right? Yeah, right. Totally right. This was exactly the reason why you knocked on his door at 10 PM on a Monday with a bag full of alcohol and food.

“Bang Chan!” You yelled, getting a groan as an answer “Open the Bifrost” You shouted and you could hear him laughing on the other side.

“It’s just a door, Y/N” He snorted, opening it for you “Which you have the keys to open if I’m not giving keys to random people on the street that look exactly like you” He rolled his eyes in mockery, making you thoughtfully grab your chin.

“I think that just might be the case” You sighed, jokingly worried as you came into his place, walking to his kitchen and letting the bag there, resting on the island. He locked the door behind you, chuckling before he followed you to his kitchen, leaning on the doorframe as he watched you taking the things you bought out of the bag.

“You didn’t need to do it” He reassured you, and you could only scoff, looking at him in disbelief.

“Yeah, because best friends stay home when their best friends were dumped” You agreed sarcastically “Please, It’s obvious that my mission is to make you drunk and fat right now” You raised the bottle you had in hands and shook the ice cream pot with your other hand, looking at him mischievously “Let’s switch that six-pack into a round one-pack, shall we?” You joked, making him laugh astonished.

“I can’t believe you… What did I ever do to deserve you? You’re the most perfect best friend ever” he cheered, getting closer and hugging you.

Yeah! Just what you loved to hear from the guy you have a crush on about forever! Yay!

“Oh, you thought it couldn’t get better, hm? But I brought your favorite…” You left the food you had in your hands on the island before hugging him back and drumming on his back, making it sillier by mouthing the drum sound as you did it, setting the mood for the big announcement “… Sausage sticks!” You said proudly, and he gasped.

“You didn’t!” He chirped “I could kiss you right now!” He laughed.

Just do it!

“Eww!” You cooed “Gross!” You feigned a queasy expression, getting a scoff from him, which you smiled in response “Come on, let’s eat as you vent about that bitch” You encouraged, picking up the alcohol the best you could, clumsily trying to balance everything, making him cackle up as he picked up some of the bottles from your arms, helping you out. You sat down on the couch, cross-legged, your arms bracing you on the armrest.

“She’s not a bitch” He complained “She’s actually… Perfect” He sighed, sadly looking into your eyes for comfort, but you averted yours. Of course, she was perfect… You have been watching him fall for her for a while now, you even had the opportunity to see her up close, although she didn’t notice you, and you had to hear about her every time he met you! Even though you knew he thought she was perfect for him, it hurt to hear it again and again, so you just opened up your soju bottle, drinking it eagerly.

“Well, she’s perfectly fine ditching you for another man, that’s for sure” You said bitterly as you rolled your eyes.

“Hey, be a little nicer here! I just got dumped” He whined, pouting at you “She likes Minho, what can she do? Pretend she likes me back until I fall for another person?” He mocked “That’s how life is, Y/N! One day you like someone and the other day that someone likes someone else” He stated tiredly, drinking his own bottle.

“Tell me about it!” You agreed, the clinking noise from your bottle hitting on his sounding in the air before you gulped down again, releasing a loud and pleasing sigh, getting a surprised look from Chan, who seemed genuinely amused.

“You were dumped too?” He chuckled “How can anyone dump you? You’re perfect!” He frowned suddenly, looking at you seriously “Should I beat him up?” You scoffed.

“It would be really funny if you did” You joked, imagining him punching himself randomly with a joyful sigh “But I don’t think you should beat him up, it will hurt your soft heart” You mocked, getting a kick as an answer.

“I tell you everything about my crushes! It’s not fair” He complained, and he was right! He told you everything about his crushes, it was unbearable. You groaned before taking another gulp, and he eyed you worried “Hey, slow down” He advised, but you shrugged him off.

You could remember all the girls he ever fell for, which was a lot of girls… Chan was a hopeless romantic. You didn’t expect him to be like this when you first met him since he was quite a… Sexual guy, to say the least. It was kind of funny to see how he acted in bed (Not that you have seen it, but you heard it a lot) and how he got all lovey-dovey with random chicks that appeared on his life. You couldn’t say it was really fun, though, since none of those chicks were you.

What an unfair life!

You remembered how he looked in your eyes when you first met, smiling at you and saying that the only rule you should have was not to fuck each other, because it couldn’t end up well. At first, you agreed eagerly, not really thinking much about it, but then you started to hear him… All those girls should feel so damn lucky if he made them feel like screaming on your ears every fucking night! In the beginning, it enraged you, it was uncomfortable, and then somewhere along the way it turned into sexy… You enjoyed listening to him.

If you were fair enough you could point out exactly the day it happened.

You were sitting in the kitchen, drinking your hot chocolate warily expecting him to be done anytime soon so you could go to sleep in peace. The girl finally let out a loud moan that you knew too well, it was that kind of moan you let out when you couldn’t take anything anymore, you could only lay there and sleep, completely happy with your life. Good for her! Because you had to wake up really early in the morning and you couldn’t be unhappier… Your moody mind got startled at a shirtless Chan walking into the kitchen, his boxers kind of messy and the only thing that protected his body from your thirsty eyes.

He was… Wow.

You had seen him shirtless before, of course, you were his roommate, but you never saw him all fucked out, his hair messy, his skin sweaty and flushed, his chest going up and down as he breathed… You didn’t even know! Satisfied? Heavily? You just knew it sounded hot and you wanted to get his boxers out of that body and take him to yourself. Of course, you didn’t. He greeted you with an angelic smile, warmed up some water while you ogled at his back, and went back to his room to take care of the lucky girl.

You have never been the lucky girl once.

The problem could be small if he just fucked well, but Bang Chan was an angel in real life, which should be unfair to all the boys on the planet! You couldn’t understand how no one tried to beat him up just because they were angry with his perfection. You wanted to beat him up for being that perfect. It was impossible to point out a flaw on that damn face, and it enraged you to the point you wanted to be fucking him angrily, which didn’t help your case at all. Actually, being a hopeless romantic wasn’t quite the virtue you were looking for, but would you put it as a flaw? You didn’t even care anymore, all you wanted was to fuck and cuddle him to your death.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice startled you, your eyes shooting to his as you tried to think what to say without telling him the truth “You’re off for quite a while now” He added, looking worried.

“I drank too fast” You lied, cringing with your stupidity, but he seemed to buy it “Anyway, I’m not here to talk about my terrible love life, I’m here to hear about yours” You reminded him, gesturing so he could start complaining, your bottle being finished as you went silent.

“I don’t have much to complain, really… I expected it one way or another, I kinda knew she liked Minho, I just hoped she could like me better” He admitted, looking at his bottle for a few seconds before drinking “I told her we could be friends, I just needed some time to adjust… She’s coming this Friday, so… Yeah, that’s pretty much all that I have to say” He looked at you, expecting you to say something.

“I can’t believe you used all my pick-up lines on her” You groaned “I gave you my best one so far!” You whined childishly.

“I’m sorry, but I had to use the photographer one! I can picture you and I together was just right there to be used!” He defended himself, and you pouted, finishing another bottle, just like him. The sad part about this one was that you really meant it… You could remember how nervous you were when you said it as a “joke” and he cringed, laughing and saying he would totally use that with her… It shattered your heart. You opened the third bottle, drinking it at once “Wow! What the hell, girl?!” He got startled “You’re not a good drinker, what are you doing?”

“You’re not the only one who wants to forget someone” You protested, opening one more drink “Let me drink my problems away” He looked at you sympathetically. You couldn’t believe you were so boldly trying to flirt with him just to be his motivation to flirt with another girl! You hated how he was oblivious to your feelings. Oh, well! There here was a flaw!

“That bad, hm? What did he do?” He asked curiously, opening and drinking his soju in one go, just like you “We can drink it all away together, you’re right” he agreed, looking at you concerned. Your stomach flipped when you looked at his eyes, his swollen lips from sucking the bottleneck catching your eyes for just a second before your eyes darted to his again.

Not every flaw in the world could make you want him less.

“He fell in love with someone else… I guess best friends have the same love problems” You smiled bitterly “Actually, I like him for a while now, but he can’t even see me as a woman” You sighed, averting your eyes and fixing them on your bottle again. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but you felt free to say it out loud, maybe all you had to do was vent a little bit, complain about him so you could move on.

“I doubt that” He scoffed “There’s no way in hell he doesn’t see you as a woman! Like no way in fucking hell!” He disagreed eagerly, and you narrowed your eyes to him “I mean it! I’m not saying you’re just this, don’t get me wrong! You know you’re smart and funny, you know you’re like the perfect girl to any guy out there!” He started cautiously, making you snort.

To any guy out there but him…

“Spill it” You encouraged, expecting him to say something dumb, trying to light up your mood. He used to do it a lot when you lived together, say stupid things just to make you laugh and feel better after a crap day… Well, until he decided to move out. You never really understood what was the deal. He said he wanted to live with the boys so he could produce his music, but he could do it while living with you, couldn’t he? Of course, He could! He was doing this right now after being kicked out from their place! And he didn’t even think to move in with you again… Well, He deserved being kicked out! You thought as you scoffed, the bittersweetness in your mouth could be either from the alcohol or from your soul at this point.

“But you also hot as hell” He added. You could only choke, coughing so much you had to rest your bottle on the floor, looking at him completely in chock while he just smiled sheepishly “I mean it, you’re gorgeous! If he doesn’t see you as a woman, he’s totally insane!” He reassured, and you averted your eyes again, wondering if you should say something to him. He never called you hot before… Maybe it was the alcohol? He wasn’t exactly the best drinker in the world, but it was just his… How many bottles did he have? He couldn’t be drunk already, could he? And even if he was! Was he being the sincere drunk? Did he really think about you like this and just never dared to say it to your face? You glanced over him, watching as he drank lazily.

You decided to ignore it by now.

“Well, I can’t really blame him for not liking me, right?” You trailed off, and Chan nodded at you “At least he didn’t hook up with me before” You mused and as soon as you said it he shot you a glare “No, sorry! I’m just angry at this girl, okay? You took her on dates, you were all lovey-dovey with her, you took care of her when she was on her period… I can’t believe she just left you like this” You complained, picking up your bottle and drinking it as Chan drank his own.

If you were her, you would never leave him.

“She wanted to see if it would go well… It didn’t” He shrugged “It’s not a big deal, I think you’re more upset about it than I am” He laughed. You slapped your own thigh, startling him as you pointed at him, angry. He was right, you were far more upset with this than him, maybe because you couldn’t understand how she could miss your chance like this! He did all you wished he would do with you and then she just dropped him!

“You should be upset too! She called you a hot daddy and she just went away like this!” You whined. You looked at the bottle on your hand, wondering how many bottles did you just drink, feeling a little bit tipsy, but you shrugged it off by looking at Chan again, frowning. The truth was that you found the girl amusing, for all you saw and all you heard, she was fun to be around, and maybe you could even be her friend! You both seemed to be quite similar. You didn’t have much to defend your plea, so you were just saying anything you could think of by this point.

“Do you want me to be upset?” He chuckled “I thought you came here to make me feel better” He whined, nudging you with his feet, making you giggle “Come on, make me feel good!” He uttered, throwing himself back on the couch, sprawling there with a pout. You looked at his lips, kinda drooled but still looking kissable, tracing over his neck to his arms until you got to his hand hanging off of the couch holding his drink… Somehow the eight bottles you had bought were just empty on the floor… Did you two drink that much already?

Suddenly you realized what he had just said.

“Wait, what?!” You asked startled, he looked at you confused, a goofy smile on his lips.

“Make me feel good~” He repeated himself, “You said you came here to cheer me up, right?” He pouted again, and you had to fight your urge to crawl over him and kiss him right there. You averted your eyes, feeling shy all of sudden, and he seemed to notice the change in your mood, because he sat back, straight, and tilted his head cutely “What’s up?”

You felt his gaze burning your face.

Or maybe it was just you blushing.

Or maybe it was the alcohol.

“I can kiss it better” You muttered under your breath, your face heating up like hell “Where does it hurt?” You asked, bolder than you thought you should be, your eyes fixing on his, buried there. You could swear he was blushing too. Maybe it was just the alcohol speaking, but you were so sure he was blushing like you were, looking at you expectantly.

“We’re drunk” He gulped down, looking attentively as you uncrossed your legs and kneeled on the couch, crawling over him slowly, his body leaning back until his head sank in his pillow as you leaned closer to his face “We’re friends” He tried again, watching as you licked your bottom lip while ogling his own, he felt his throat blocking, the dryness in it making him whine “Right?” He asked unsurely, his eyes fixed on your lips.

“You can call us friends…” You agreed, a smirk flickering over your face “… But I want to call you Daddy tonight” He gasped, his breath withhold as he watched you closing the gap between your lips. You couldn’t tell if it was the drunkenness or just to be able to finally kiss him after such a bold statement, but you were light-headed and messy right now, your lips met awkwardly, too much teeth to the formula, which made you snort right into the kiss “Sorry” You blurted out embarrassed, widening your eyes as you giggled and sat in his lap, watching him under you.

“Oh lord…”He muttered, his eyes searched dazzlingly for yours, his hand caressing your cheek “Could you please not sit on my dick? It would help me so much…” You burst out laughing, his voice sounding drowsy to your ears, his tongue rolling as he tried to speak, his gaze fixing in the ceiling, trying to avert from your eyes.

“I thought you wanted me to make you feel good” You whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, his eyes shutting immediately, his hand made their way to your hips as soon as you rolled them against his, gripping you hard and forcing you down, so you would stay still. You would never do something like this in a sober state, but right now it seemed so right… That’s why even with his grip on you, his budge pressed against you distracting you from sober thoughts, you rolled your hips again, enticing a strangled moan from him that could be enough to set you on fire for days.

“We really shouldn’t” He tried to say, his voice dripping like syrup, his mind lost somewhere along the way, his eyes refusing to look at you. He knew the moment he opened his eyes, he would lose himself right there, just by facing the lust on yours. You should never know this, but he wanted this for so long… You would never imagine how much he refrained himself every day until he found her, the girl who finally got you away from his mind… The girl that resembled you so much that he found it possible to move on from you… Just so you could blow all that up.

Gosh, he wished you would blow him right now.

“We… Shouldn’t?” Your voice sounded unsure and fragile, so soft he almost didn’t hear you, and you lifted from his lap, his hand still glued to your hip while he opened his eyes slowly to watch you “I mean… “ You cleared your throat, giving him a fake and bright smile “You’re too weak, what’s that? For some Daddy you sure lose your shit quickly” You joked half-heartedly, getting up from him and standing beside the couch, his eyes buried into yours, looking for something you didn’t know, so you averted yours.

“It’s just that… We’re… Drunk” He trailed off, averting his eyes as well “I don’t want us to regret this… I mean, we’re friends, right? I don’t want to lose this” He pointed between you two, getting up from the couch as well to get close to you. You scoffed, nodding in agreement, even though you didn’t agree at all. Yeah, you felt kinda tipsy, but no, you weren’t drunk, you were bold at best! He looked fine too… He just didn’t want this as much as you.

“You’re right” You stated bitterly “We’re drunk and hurt… We’ve been friends for too long to lose it for being a rebound” He perked his ears at your sigh, looking at you directly now “It was supposed to be a joke, but it got out of hand, I’m sorry” You lied, smiling awkwardly at him. He held your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, and smiling back to you.

“No, no… I am the one who should be sorry” His other hand caressed your cheek, and you felt your eyes tearing up. Why did he have to be so caring? He got alarmed at the sight, cupping your cheeks, leading you to face him gently, his eyes worriedly scanning your features “Sorry… I’m just…” Your voice trembled, cracking in the end, broken.

“Oh, angel” He cooed, hugging you tightly “That’s not your fault… We’re fine, I promise you” his thumbs rubbed circles on your back, soothingly, and every string inside your brain tensed up, trying to stay focused, trying to understand that this would never happen even if you really urged for it. You hugged him back, taking advantage of these few seconds you could have, taking him in as you prepared to let him go.

“We’re fine, you’re right” You agreed, breaking away from him before you wiped your tears away hurriedly, chuckling “I’m just sensitive right now… I guess… Well, it’s hard to fall for someone that can’t be yours” He nodded, cupping your cheek again as he looked lovingly at you.

You wished he could look at you like this every day and not only when you were crying.

“Okay! Let’s lift that mood” You clapped your hands suddenly, startling him, your smile back to your face as you tried to compose yourself “I’m going to take a bath now and we’re going to sleep because your bloody ass was dumped on a Monday and I have classes tomorrow morning, unlike a lazy bitch” You eyed him envy, making him laugh. You smiled for real this time, enjoying the sound of his laugher, glancing at his dimples with a tight chest. He was so cute…

Oh, good lord! Why give you a handsome and fuckable best friend and not let you enjoy this life?

You made your way to his room, picking up his clothes so you could sleep comfortably. You choose a thin shirt and a pair of boxers you were used to dressing, knowing it was comfy and soft, and headed to his bathroom, expecting that a cold shower could help your mind for now. You undressed quickly, letting your clothes on his laundry basket before letting the cold water hit your foot, getting used to the temperature before getting your legs, arms, and chest under the water. You let the water hit the back of your neck, the pressure helping you with your tension.

Everything was fine.

You slept in his bed many times by now… Just because you just sat on his lap, rolled your hips and heard him moan for you… Okay, that was not how you should structure your thoughts. It didn’t matter you just heard him moan right under you, almost asking for you to… Okay, not like that. The cold shower wasn’t helping at all. It didn’t matter, whatever it was, that’s it! Now it was far better! It didn’t matter, you weren’t overthinking it, you didn’t mind he would be lying on his bed on his boxers like usual, totally relaxed.

For lord’s sake.

Would it be bad if you just touched yourself for just a second? You could come in a minute? How the hell did you expect to lay down with him semi-naked after tonight? You were just crying on his chest for something he didn’t even know! After sitting on his damn lap! What the hell were you thinking? You should stay away from alcohol forever. That was it. No more drinking for you. Nothing. Not one drop would touch your lips from now on.

Maybe think about lips wasn’t the best choice at all.

You remembered how your lips met his, all drooled because of drinking and still managing to taste just fine. God does favorites after all. You should have done it better… You just smashed your lips together, kinda lost in what you were doing, your teeth even hit each other! Ugh… He would think you were a terrible kisser! Not that it matters, since you shouldn’t do it again. Yeah, you were worrying for nothing, like always. You even puffed his mouth with air! Why did you have to laugh in the middle of the kiss?! Oh my god… All your life was embarrassing.

You turned off the shower, drying yourself and dressing up so you could finally lay down, not minding him at all, because he was a friend. Just a friend. Best friend of one and all. When it came to shipping, you and he could only be on a friendship, because that was exactly what you were. A friend. Great, your mind wasn’t done rambling, which was the last thing you needed right now, but who cares? Not your brain, that’s for sure.

“Hey” You greeted, trying to sound at ease. He had his arms crossed under his head, looking at the ceiling contemplatively before hearing you. He seemed in deep thought, but he still turned his head to look at you, smiling when he saw you with his clothes, the same clothes you picked up every time you needed to borrow some from him. Unexpectedly, he was covered with a blanket, which wasn’t really his thing “What is it? Are you shy to let me see you on your boxers for the hundredth time?” You joked, amused by the blush dusting his cheeks.

“I thought… I don’t know, maybe you would be uncomfortable?” He confessed, a sigh leaving his lips “I’m just being dumb, hm?” He laughed bashfully, tossing the blanket aside “Come here” He wiggled his brows jokingly, patting the spot next to him, getting a chuckle from you.

“I’m glad you’re just being weird like always” You stated before turning off the lights, sitting on the corner of the bed before slicking over to his side, cuddling him “I wouldn’t be able to sleep if you didn’t let me cuddle you like always, Mr.Puffles” You couldn’t see it in the dark, but you were sure he rolled his eyes as he always did when you compared him to your body pillow, a birthday gift he gave you on your first year together as a roommate, implying you were too cuddly to sleep by yourself.

“Stop calling me Mr.Puffles” He whined, hugging you under the blanket and resting his chin on the top of your head. You felt all your worries disappear. It was just Chan and you cuddling like always, all your horny past left behind, no grudges, no judgment… “Was it Mr.Puffles who hurt your heart like this?” He mocked. What a little prick.

“Mr.Puffles could never hurt me” You retorted, nudging him “The boy who hurt me is a prick, an evil soul that fucks every girl around but me” You made sure to let your tone mysterious and ridiculous, making him snort “I guess it’s fine, though, I’ll just move on… I think it was about time for me to understand we wouldn’t get together…” You felt sad, especially as he nodded against your head, oblivious he was the one who made you feel like this.

“He doesn’t deserve you” He assured you, his tone was bitter, he clearly hated whoever was making you sad like this. He kissed the top of your head and you hummed, agreeing with him half-heartedly before closing your eyes and letting go of your mind.

You wished a good night of sleep would erase all of your worries.

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It should be no surprise it didn’t.

You woke up with a crack of light right on your eye, pissing you off as the first thing in your morning. You whined, your arms moving to your head, trying to block the light, getting you a little bit happier when the uncomfortable sensation of your eye burning under the sun went away. Your eyes roamed through the room, realizing you were at Chan’s. You began to feel more aware of your surroundings, your eyes rested on his nightstand, his alarm silently staring back at you which made you realize something terrible: You woke up before your alarm. You were sure you set it to the right time, so that bloody silence in the room could only mean that the damn light woke you up for nothing.

Your day was officially sucking!

You moved a little bit, feeling cloistered, but Chan’s grip was strong around your waist, he just pulled you closer, whining in his sleep when you tried to get away, tightening his grip around you, which would be okay if he wasn’t wrapping you up like a taco, his leg thrown around your hips, his arms involving you, one of his hands on your waist and the other one grazing over your breast. You sucked in a gasp, feeling his hand almost groping you. Amazing… Now you were stuck in his arms as his hands brushed places you would prefer they didn’t.

Well, actually you would prefer they did, but purposely trying to arouse you, not like this.

Of course, it could get worse.

You tried to loosen up his grip by shoving his arms, but he responded to your efforts wrapping you up a little bit more, dragging you closer by your waist so close to him you could feel his crotch against your ass. Fun fact: It was hard. Of course, he had to have a wet dream right beside you while he groped you and humped you… Just what you needed to move on completely from him.

“Chan?” You tried to call, your voice husky since you just woke up, or at least that was what you wanted to believe. You couldn’t be aroused by a sleeping friend that happened to be aroused against you, right? Not that kind of raspy voice…Not at all. He hummed, although you didn’t believe he had woke up, burying his face in your hair, muttering something you couldn’t quite hear, your heart racing so much that it rammed inside your head.

Oh my god.

“Y/N?” He called you back, his voice was raspy and his tongue rolled your name like a drunk man, clearly sleepy, and for a moment you felt relief wash over you, grateful god would let him wake up and release you from the heavenly suspicious hell. Surprisingly, he didn’t wake up, he bucked his hips against you, squeezing you as he let his hot breath fan over your right ear.

Oh lord.

“Chan, please wake up” You pleaded, his cock pressed against your butt and his lips brushing your ears being enough for your tongue roll just like his, but naughtier, as the shiver ran through your body, making you shut your eyes for god knows what reason, since it just enhanced all those feelings “Come on, wake up” You said again, trying to nudge him with your elbow.

“Hm?” The hit seemed to work, he shifted, and you took the chance to roll away as you could, which meant you got on your back, getting away from his crotch for now, but still being held by your waist. He didn’t seem interested in waking up, so he took your new position in, hugging you like a koala and burying his face on the crook of your neck.

What a great place to plaster a hot breath.

You closed your eyes, deciding to enjoy the feelings, his body warming up yours, his breath giving you goosebumps, his grip tight on you like he didn’t want to let go. You stretched your neck just for a bit, almost hoping he would just kiss it, which he didn’t, but his lips brushed over your sensitive skin and you gripped the sheets hard, biting your lip to suppress a moan. You could say you almost had a heart attack when your alarm burst out of nowhere, startling both of you. You jumped, accidentally head-butting his nose, getting a whine from him as he hovered over you to turn off the alarm.

That was it, you were dead.

He supported himself with his knee, that was already over your body, so he just sank it between your legs, his left arm bracing him as he stretched his right one to turn off the alarm. His chest was right there for your display, and you almost reached for it, wishing you could caress him and kiss him until he moaned your name… Control your mind! You can control it. He seemed to realize someone was under him, so he looked in your way, taking in your flushed state.

You were a mess.

Your hair was messy, your clothes were messy, the sheets were messy… What the hell had happened while he was sleeping? Somehow your shirt had come up quite a bit, revealing your belly and hanging too close to your boobs, letting too much skin uncovered, which made him gulp. He traced his eyes over your belly to your boxers, short enough to fully reveal your thighs and get his attention when you tried to pressed them together, rubbing against his knee.

What an unholy view…

“Sorry” He muttered, getting off of you, laying his back in the bed and looking to the ceiling, expecting the blank surface to make his bulge disappear somehow. It was almost painful how hard you could get him just staying still, those innocent eyes looking at him startled and… He didn’t even know! Eagerly? It seemed like you expected him to do something.

“Totally fine” Your voice came out hoarsely, and you cursed yourself. Way to go unnoticed! Your legs couldn’t support you even if you tried to stand up, you just felt them mushy, like your soul was trembling to get yourself on him, riding him until you couldn’t walk to your class anymore. He was just too hot to handle… How could you endure it? Being next to a guy who literally just called you in his sleep and rubbed his cock against your ass? You weren’t even wearing underwear! It was just boxers against boxers… You could feel your body tensing up, a pinch on your stomach that needed to be released.

But not now.

“Aren’t you… Hm… Getting up?” He asked, his face turning to you so he could lock his eyes with yours. That was it. Fuck it. You couldn’t care less you had classes today, you threw your leg over his hips, watching as he widened his eyes when you sat right on his dick, just like the last night. You rocked your hips once, getting a shaky moan from him, his eyes closing in delight “What are you doing?” He managed to ask, his mind too high to really understand what he was saying but trying to look composed.

“I’m getting up on you” You stated boldly, waiting for him to open his eyes, but he didn’t. You scoffed, the smugness taking control of your mind as you leaned closer to his ear, letting your breath fan there for a moment, feeling him twitch under you “What were you dreaming?” He shot his eyes open, a gasp leaving his lips “I heard you call my name… As you… Humped… Me” You made sure to pronounce everything slowly, getting off on his shiver, a little whimper falling from his lips.

You felt powerful.

“Y/N?” His voice trembled and you leaned back, your eyes searching for some kind of resistance in his face “Are you sure you want this?” His eyes focused on you, concerned, and you rolled your eyes, astonished.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You scoffed “Do you think I would do it if I wasn’t sure?” He smiled sheepishly at you, embarrassed “There’s a limit you shouldn’t cross on being dumb, Chan” You laughed, looking at him in adoration for a moment, just enjoying his shy look “Are you sure about this?” You bit your lip, trying to not avert your eyes as he opened and closed his mouth, unsure about what to say.

You panicked.

Of course, he didn’t want this! If he wanted this he wouldn’t back off yesterday, he wouldn’t ask you if you were sure… He would take that not so subtle hint that was your clothed core rubbing against his cock as a clear sign of you wanting to do it with him right now. You tried to get off of him, raising yourself slightly before his hands shoot to your hips and grabbed them, tugging you and crashing your hips together, a groan escaping from his lips along a loud moan leaving yours.

Holy fuck…

“Don’t you fucking dare…” He whispered, panting, his forehead rested on your shoulder, his body shivering under yours in excitement “I swear to god… You can’t even imagine how much I wanted to fuck you” He raised his head a little bit, looking at your hips pressed together, your body twitching under his grip “You’re so fucking hot… I had to move out because I couldn’t handle myself… Did you know that?” He raised his head, looking right into your eyes, his eyes dark as you never saw “Did you know I quit being your roommate because every time I saw you, I wanted to fuck you until you forget your damn name?”

That was it! It was a dream.

There was no way in hell you were awake right now.

“Answer me” He ordered, his voice sounded too sexy to allow you to think straight, so you just stared back at him, wetting your dry lips with your tongue, your eyes briefly darting to his lips before going back to his eyes “You can’t even answer me…” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as if you were dumb “Okay, let me ask you this… Are you doing it so you can forget him?” This time his voice wasn’t smug, it was unsure and worried. You couldn’t even understand what he was worrying about.

“Forget him?” You asked confused, your eyes wandering through his face “What?” He closed his eyes, impatient, before he opened them again and dived into your own. He didn’t answer you, so you stood there in silence, wondering what he wanted you to say until it hit you, and as your eyes lit up in realization, you laughed “What?! There is no him, dumbass! It’s you!” He seemed surprised but relieved, and you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks as you smiled at him, delighted “It has always been you…” You pulled his face closer, your lips smashing mid-way, your tongue immediately asking for permission to explore his mouth.

You never imagined you would be kissing Bang Chan.

Okay, you imagined it! But you never thought it was going to be real.

This time, the soberness helped you both, not an issue with your kiss, quite the opposite actually. As you just melted into the kiss, his hands slipping to your waist and holding you gently, like you could break and fade away anytime now, your hands slickered to the back of his neck, fingers fisted on his locks, pulling them and making him groan into the kiss, completely absorbed on what you made him feel. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips as you heard it, rolling your hips ever so slightly just to feel him against you, getting your folds apart.

“You’re so needy, angel” He whispered, his mouth hovering over yours, his eyes closed as he dunks in the heat pouring out of your body, the warmth between your bodies seemed to get him high, and your nails scratching down his nape weren’t helping at all. He buried his nose on your neck, breathing you in, registering you in the back of his mind, your mouth agape in pleasure from a tiny action like this “But you’re also a brat… You shouldn’t talk back to your Daddy” He sighed, disappointed in you, leaving a soft bite on your neck before leaning back, enough to take in the view.

Your eyes were closed, your neck slowly stretching as your head was so heavy with all your lust that it just needed to hang back, your mouth still opened, prepared to moan at any moment. What a beautiful sight. He smirked before getting his hands away from you, crossing it behind his neck, watching as you opened your eyes, annoyed. You glared at him, clearly wanting him to fuck you right now but he just snorted, cocking his brow.

“I won’t pleasure a brat” He grimaced at you, feeling cocky as he saw your pout, your brows frowning “You should do this by yourself if you can’t behave” He mocked, watching as you scoffed, outraged, before sinking in him in a silent challenge. He groaned as he felt your folds embracing him over the fabrics, you could only be dripping if you could just sink like this on his dick, and just the thought was enough to make him want to rip your clothes and fuck you right there, put aside your misbehave.

“Watch me” You didn’t know if it was a plead or a dare and neither did he, so he just focused on your hips moving against his, (not so) dryly humping him at a steady pace. You stroke your heat against him, feeling as the fabric of your boxers drenched with your juices, making it slid too easily and rub your clit, your whines uncontrollable, you were sure his boxers were getting drenched too as you did it, and you couldn’t help but dig your nails on his shoulders just by imagining it. He groaned under your grip, feeling as you slid too easily on him.

“Holy shit, you’re so wet and I didn’t even touch you” He actually didn’t intend to mock you by this but as soon as you squirmed, biting your lips and fastening your pace, he chuckled “Oh… So you like to be a needy little whore?” His voice sounded so smug that you wanted to retort him, but your mind couldn’t register what he was saying. How could you feel so good just by grinding him? You felt something build-up inside you, a far too familiar sensation that could only lead you to the best orgasm you would have had in your life.

Until the damn second alarm sounded.

You cried as you felt your orgasm fade away, vanish like it wasn’t right there for you, startled by the sound, and devasted for the lack of pleasure you would get. Chan turned off the alarm, chuckling as he saw you leaning on his chest, your nose buried on his shoulder as you whined over and over again a bunch of “no’s”, muffled by his skin. He stroke your hair gently, waiting for you to recover from your frustration.

“Time for your classes, angel” He really didn’t want you to go but he said it anyway, holding your waist so you could get up but you held his arms for dear life, whining. He stopped his movements, trying to take a look at your state, and you made it easier by straightening yourself on his lap again, glossy eyes looking at him pleading.

“Fuck my classes! Please, let me cum” Your plea sounded like the sweetest sound he could ever hear, you bucked your hips against his once, then twice, and without a proper answer, you just resumed from where you left, humping him eagerly, hoping you could reach your orgasm this time. It built up much faster than before, the knot forming on your stomach almost immediately, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly as you felt it deliciously spreading everywhere.

Chan watched as you flushed, your neck, ears, and face painted in pink, your boobs bouncing up and down as you kept your pace, your arms tangling his neck, your head slowly falling back, your body trembling slightly as you got closer to your high. You tried to shut your mouth but as soon as your orgasm hit you, you cried satisfied, your mouth agape, a string of saliva connecting your lips before running down your chin, your eyes rolling back as his name was enchanted over and over again, and when you became unable to talk, your tongue just slid out your mouth, hanging there in the most filthy view he had in his whole life.

He could have come right there.

You didn’t stop your movements, rocking your hips slowly until you could ride out from your high, and when you finally stopped, feeling whole as you never felt, you looked into his eyes. He looked dazed at you, his eyes fucking you silently, and he let a breathless “wow” slip from him as he watched you. The shame crushed you without any mercy, humiliation washing over you as you tried to hide from him, your face burying in his chest. He chuckled, amused by your shyness before he rubbed your back gently.

“Can you keep going?” You scoffed, nuzzling into his chest.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You asked tiredly, a smile growing in your face “If you tried to stop me now I would have to search someone to fuck on the streets” You joked but he didn’t seem to like it, gripping your waist and bringing your body closer to his, getting a whine out of you when you rubbed against him again.

“I will make sure to fuck you until you can’t even think about fucking someone else” He assured you, his voice low and threatening, getting you even more aroused than you were “Be a good girl and when I’m finished, you won’t even remember your name, angel, you won’t be able to cum with anyone else, you will be my little slut... Only mine” His whisper sent a shiver down your spine and even though you were more than willing to comply, you snorted.

“What if I’m a bad girl?” He scoffed, his fingers burying in your hair and tugging it slightly as he approached his lips from your ears, letting his teeth graze your earlobe before biting it.

“Then I will punish you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week” His threat made you twitch, your tongue darted to your lips, wetting them.

“Make it two and I will be the best brat you ever had” You offered, making him laugh, breaking his character for a moment. He shook his head in disbelief, kissing your neck softly.

“What do I do with you?” He giggled, hugging you tightly, and you chuckled, scratching his back lightly.

“I hope you’ll do me before I need to ask someone else” You joked.

“Okay, let’s make it two” He agreed, his eyes darkening again “I won’t stop until you’re begging me to ruin you” He promised, and you gulped down, excited as his fingers traced down your body until it reached your core “Are you familiar with the color system?” He asked, thumb flicking your clit directly, making you squirm under his touch as you nodded silently, lost in your mind “Use your words, angel… I want to hear your voice… It’s time for the neighbors to meet my new roommate, don’t you think?” His finger slid inside you, suddenly, a surprised moan leaving your lips on spot, getting a smirk from him “Yeah, that’s right… Something like this” He approved.

What a perfect son of a bitch…

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ofstarsandfireflies · 4 years ago

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@just-inside-her requested this and I’m so sorry it took me so long to get around to it!

Only you.

Having been told twice now who she would marry, Faith finally meets him.

Stephen was curious.

I mean, how could he not be? He had an infinity stone that showed him the future!

So, one day, when the curiosity becomes too much for him, he uses it to see what lies in his future.

And he thinks there must be some mistake.

Why would he and Thor be together?

How would they even meet? Stephen was in Kamar-Taj and Thor only came to Earth when there was an Avengers emergency, and even then he only stayed in New York.

There couldn’t be any truth to it.

He doesn’t look again for some time after that.

Maybe it was a fluke, or a mistake or some kind of magical interference, whatever the case, so Stephen looks again, just to make sure it wasn’t.

And he sees himself.

And he sees Thor.

It can’t be real.

But what if it was?

What if he and Thor were meant to be together?

And pretty soon it’s all he can think about.

So when he hears Thor is back on Earth, he decides to go and meet him.

He needs to be with Thor right now or he’ll go insane.

Many voices tell him it’s a bad idea, Wong’s the loudest, all telling him to calm down and think, but he can’t.

This is his destiny and he won’t be kept from it.

So he goes to New York and Wong decides to follow purely for the entertainment.

They go to the Avengers compound and Stephen asks the first person he comes across if Thor is here.

And Rhodey is very confused because no one ever asks for Thor.

Cap, maybe, Tony definitely, but never Thor.

So he says no, Thor isn’t here.

He’s with the Iron Legion testing out the new armour Stark has made for him.

There are about one hundred suits flying about out there and Thor is in one of them.

Stephen knows he should leave and try again another time.

Maybe if he signed up for the Avengers he’d have more a chance to meet him.

But he can’t with all the Sorcerer duties he has.

Ok.

New plan.

He flies around and asks every single one of those suits if Thor is inside it.

Yeah. That could work.

He’d be able to tell with that accent of his.

It shouldn’t take too long.

And then he sees some suits walking around, having just flown in from their patrol.

And then all the others walking around him.

What if he just came in? There’s got to be a thousand bloody suits walking around the joint!

Stephen is going out of his mind.

Where the hell is he?!

As Stephen is having his breakdown, Wong is asked by one of the suits what’s wrong with him.

If only it truly knew.

Wong decides to leave Stephen be, not noticing the suit of armour making its way to his friend.

And Stephen knows he’s making a scene, and probably scaring everyone, but when he hears that Asgardian accent coming from the suit, he turns.

The face plate doesn’t lift, but he’s finally found Thor.

Something about Stark tech he doesn’t understand, but they can still walk and talk, as he would very much like to get to know Stephen.

And it feels just like it was meant to be.

The hours slip by and Stephen never knew how smart Thor was going to be.

They can converse so easily, matching the other’s wit even the other’s sense of humour.

They are perfectly perfect for one another.

Thor holds his hand, buys him a single rose from a small flower stand and as the night slips into a new day, the two are crazy about one another.

That is until Stephen leans in to kiss him and the faceplate finally lifts and his lips touch lips for the first time, eyes fluttering open to see not Thor, but Tony Stark.

Yeah he’d kinda programmed Thor’s vocals into all the suits, partly as a joke but mostly as a cloaking mechanism.

And Stephen had just kissed him.

Tony’s trying to apologise for the mix up while also trying to dodge all his attacks and stop him from leaving, managing to tell Stephen he can get him to meet Thor just as one of Stephen’s hits lands.

Stephen stops immediately.

Ok. New plan.

Tony introduces them when Stephen finds something far better to wear.

Tony has a better idea.

Why don’t they go get a suit for him later today, Tony’s treat.

So, Stephen agrees.

He supposes that would be the best way for Tony to truly apologise.

Stephen is fitted for a rather nice Tom Ford three-piece two button, Tony’s idea.

And it looks absolutely amazing on him, even Wong has to agree.

Tony feels all the air leave his lungs at the sight, Stephen’s cheeks blushing at the wide eyed stare Tony is giving him.

Tony moves in first before anyone else can and tells Stephen he loves him, taking his cuff links off his own suit and gently lifting Stephen’s hands to clip them on for him.

But Stephen’s not meant to be with Tony.

He’s meant to be Thor.

So why can’t he just tell him that?

Why won’t the words just come out?

With Stephen dressed, they go off to meet Thor, who’s in the swimming pool at the Avengers compound with at least a dozen women.

And Stephen knew he shouldn’t have come, that it was a bad idea.

Thor is right there, shirtless, showing off his chest to anyone who will look, surrounded by gorgeous women.

Why would he give Stephen the time of day?

So he turns around to leave again when a voice calls out to him.

And Stephen freezes.

Thor is walking up to him.

Thor is talking to him.

And he’s acting so casual about it while Stephen is feeling like he’s about to burst into flames.

Finally, somehow, managing to ask the Asgardian if he’d like to have dinner before he makes a complete fool of himself, he almost faints with relief when he agrees.

And when Thor agrees, Tony’s heart sinks.

As Thor and Stephen enjoy their night out, Wong is enjoying a bag of chips next to Tony, who is listening in on the conversation thanks to the ‘cufflinks’ on Stephen’s suit.

He can’t believe half of the answers Thor is actually giving to this perfect man.

The nerve of him, having Stephen all to himself and not being able to keep him entertained.

He’d march right in there and save Stephen the embarrassment of talking with him further if he hadn’t promised to let them have the night together.

Just dinner, nothing more.

Tony sighs, leaning back against the bench he’s sitting on beside Wong.

Wong wonders how far ahead Stephen saw.

It couldn’t have been very far if Stark was never part of it.

He wonders if what Stephen was shown was truly his destiny or just something that was going to happen.

But when he tries to bring this up to Tony, Tony’s not really interested.

Stephen and Thor are having a great time apparently, and if Thor was who Stephen wanted to be with, he wasn’t going to ruin that.

His feelings didn’t matter. Stephen’s did.

And Thor was a lucky man to have the heart Tony knew would never belong to him, no matter how compatible they were.

So Tony leaves them to enjoy the night, just as Thor mentions to Stephen how he should thank Stark for talking him into this and paying for their meal at such a fine establishment.

Stephen is shocked.

He hadn’t expected Tony to pay for...wait...Tony had to talk Thor into going out with him tonight?

Well, yeah, only after Stark had promised to tape his favourite show of course.

And as Thor continues to shove food into his mouth, Stephen has to excuse himself.

He rushes out of the restaurant to where Wong is sitting, who just points him in the direction Tony sulked off in.

Thor might have been part of his future, but Tony was who he wanted to spend it with.

Thor doesn’t mind, of course.

He got a free meal out of helping Tony.

And his shows were taped, of course.

Quotes -

“Life’s not like it is in the movies, right?”

“No, it’s not. Although from day one everyone conspires to tell you it is. Your mother, your father, teachers, priests, everybody. Dreams come true, the good guy wins, people live happily ever after, all that crap. Then one day you wake up and realise that life should be...different.”

Stephen and Wong discussing life

“What’s up with your friend is she ok?”

“Oh, well, I don’t know, she’s looking for the man of her dreams, he’s around here some place, she’s never even met him, never even laid eyes on him if you can consider that alright.”

“Huh. Well it’s none of my business but if she’s never met him, how does she know he’s perfect for her?”

“I don’t know. Don’t know.”

“He’s some kind of celebrity?”

“No, no.”

“What is he like a hero? Mentor type thing?”

Tony asking about Stephen to Wong

“Aren’t you going to tell me your name?”

“Faith. My name is Faith.”

“Smooth. Very smooth.”

Thor agrees to dinner with Stephen while Tony miserably watches.

“So...you’re probably wondering why I asked you to dinner.”

“No, not really, it happens all the time.”

“...right...”

Honestly if the man of my dreams said this to me I’d punch him in the face.

Destiny

Stephen’s seen the future. His future.

But it’s not with who he thought.

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Hi again! This is part two (out of three!) of my 2019 drarry fic recs. In the first part I recommended ten of my absolute favorite stories I read this year, and here I am today with ten more that I also love dearly and hope you’ll enjoy too. The banner art is by one of my FAVORITE ARTISTS, @aceveria-art who was kind enough to let me use their art for this and just LOOK AT THAT STUNNING PIECE (here’s the link for you to reblog if you want cause omg). Now, in no particular order, here’s some of my

FAVORITE FICS I READ IN 2019 PART TWO

1. Of Wands and Trees - Omi_Ohmy - 45k - All Draco wants to do is be a wandmaker, but to do so he needs to understand the soul of trees. Of course, the only man who might be able to help him is the one man who is more of a mystery to him than any tree.

We’re starting out this list with this absolute gemstone of a fic. It’s got everything: adventure, redemption, cabins in the middle of nowhere, a spin on the kind of magic we’re used to in this fandom, ancient trees, passion, wandlore, Draco being forced to work for his own food, Harry bathing naked in streams (my mouth’s watering as we speak), and it’s so, so good, the writing, the characterizations, the setting so vibrant I felt like I was standing right there. Just, a gem all around.

2. Take Into the Air (My Quiet Breath) - guardianmira - 11k - Draco is dying of Hanahaki Disease. Serves him right, Harry thinks.

This fic felt, to me, like something completely different from the eighth year fics I usually read, and, having found it by accident, it absolutely blew my mind! I did not expect to love it as much as I did, and I definitely did not expect to feel it as deeply as I did. Just the right amount of angst to give us that sweet, sweet relief at the end. Very lovely.

3. We have a Problem - @xx-thedarklord-xx - 3k - Weddings tend to have a variety of things happening at one time. With a groom as meticulous as Draco, Ron expected nothing to go wrong. When shenanigans, walkouts, disasters, no-shows, and a lack of food strike, it’s up to Ron to save the day.

SO SWEET. Just so, so freaking sweet and funny and different. Ron’s POV was fresh and lovely and so clever, and the plot is hilarious and engaging. It reads so quickly that you will barely feel time passing, and I am 10000% sure that everyone’s bound to adore this. It’s just one of those fics. I cannot recommend it enough. It will be the absolute best 15-20 minutes of your day.

4. Foreplay - @lqtraintracks - 6k - Getting a raging hard-on on the duelling room floor, pinned under Harry Potter’s sweaty body, is not how Draco saw his day going, but… Well, here he is.

Mmfffff. Can barely think about this without having to fan myself, because it’s probably the hottest fic I read all year. Aurors sparring, a Harry who is unbelievably hot, a Draco who tries but simply can’t resist him, showers, a bit of semi-public sex, and the very literal definition of “not safe for work” can be found in here. Just, goodness, it should’ve taken me half an hour to read it and it took about one because I KEPT STOPPING TO BREATHE. Lqt never fails to deliver powerful, incredibly sexy stories and you should all go see for yourselves what I’m talking about.

5. Safe Words - felix_atticus - 26k - Draco discovers his husband has been keeping a secret from him. At first he’s amused. Then he’s curious. The problem? Harry’s always had a hard time saying no.

Speaking of powerful, this one here stabbed me right in the chest and twisted the knife, but in the absolute best way possible. It’s FANTASTIC. The writing is beautiful, the characterizations astounding, and I felt every single emotion so deep inside me. It paints how difficult it is to navigate trust, how impossible it feels to put our own wants and needs over what’s expected of us, explores consent in so many different aspects of life and just presents a beautiful relationship at its core. It really is gorgeous.

6. Upstaged - @lettersbyelise - 3k - West End actor Drake O'Malley starts receiving fanmail from a (not so mysterious) stranger.

The epistolary format already makes this stand apart from our usual fic, but the plot itself is also something I hadn’t ever read before. It’s written so smoothly that it reads like a dream, and I loved every second of it and how it allowed me to build up an entire picture of what was happening with each letter. I’ve gone back to it two or three times just to experience it all over again, and I always have a great time when I do. This is so lovely, witty and just different.

7. Pure Imagination - @aibidil - 14k - An eighth-year tale of depressed happiness, reluctant imagination, and conflicted hope. And skateboarding.

My god is this fic lovely. I spent about three quarters of it clutching my chest because I loved it so much, I love these kids so much and it hit me right in the feels to see everything they go through after the dust of the war settles and they have to figure out their place in life. This is hope in a jar, it’s that light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel story that becomes a metaphor for life itself. A beautiful, beautiful ride.

8. Poor Unfortunate Souls - @doubleappled - 19k - Draco is a potioneer. Harry is trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there’s an octopus in the lobby.

Chaotic, unique, HOT!!! The whole set up is brilliant, Draco’s work is very interesting, the scenes where we get to see with Harry and Ginny are so incredibly well done that my jaw fell to the floor a little, and what can I even say about the entire buildup we get for Draco and Harry’s relationship, it was MASTERFUL. This fic is absolutely amazing and the ending is so good I can still savor it when I remember it. Go check it out, right now!!!

9. Weather With You - @quicksilvermaid - 29k - Flood. Heatwave. Cyclone. Epic storm ready to rip London apart? Something strange is happening to the weather inside the Ministry of Magic…–Featuring magical creatures, Harry wearing minimal clothes, a snarky snake, and Draco Malfoy who is definitely Up To Something.

This story is such a fun ride that can, at times, be absolutely freaking hilarious (the whole “He Is Up To Something” narrative never fails to crack me up), and at times become sweet and tender. There is nothing more relatable to me than a Draco who wants Harry so much he doesn’t even know what to do with himself, and it was a joy to read him here, and actually, both of their characterizations are so fantastic that they definitely feel like an extension of what we know about them to begin with, and I just had the best of times watching them work their way out of this mess. Sprinkle in a bit of parseltongue, witty snakes and shirtless Harry, and you’ve found yourself the best way to spend the evening.

10. A Sword Laid Aside - @korlaena - 128k - When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be. Draco has to navigate dealing with this Potter while being hunted by Dark wizards and wanted by extremists in the Ministry. When things take a turn for the worse, Draco has to decide whether he’s going to keep running or find a way to protect the world and the people he cares about most.

There are so many things I want to say about this one, so many little details that drove me wild and I want to mention but I just… I- this story is absolutely MIND BLOWING, it’s deep, it’s amazing and frankly extraordinary and I don’t even know how to tell you how much I adore every single word of it. This must be one of my absolute favorite versions of Harry that I’ve ever read, his immense power, his internal conflict, pain and sheer physicality made me weak in the knees; Draco’s characterization is also so heartbreakingly spot on that I could barely believe what I was reading. This story gripped me, squeezed me, spun me around a little and then put me upright again, and there is honestly nothing like it. I haven’t even told you anything about the plot, which… omg. There are no words to tell you how much you NEED to read this. Just typing this is making me want to embark on this adventure again. — I have no excuse for the amount of Harry thirst to be found on this list, I just- well. I really hope you like these little gems! Hahaha. If you do end up reading any of them and want to chat about them, or have questions about any tags or warnings that might worry you, my DMs are always open!!! Enjoy ❤️

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fic recs #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry fic rec #drarry rec list #2019rec #ficrec

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adaru32 · 4 years ago

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(Sort of A Repost) Dante Screenshot Ideas/Inspiration For Screen Captors

I made a post back in 2019 (which I removed ‘cause I felt some things have changed, some shots have been done already, and that I was asking for too much before), where I requested for some DMCV Dante screenshots to those who use the camera insertor tool (aka freecam mod). I’ve seen many amazing Devil May Cry V screenshots from various sources on here and Twitter. Thought I’d give some inspiration or references (even to whomever I’m commissioning or requesting) as to which shots of Dante I’d like to see. I have Devil May Cry V on PS4 but I can’t take screenshots like those on PC can. So what I’m requesting (or commissioning) to see are different angled shots of the scenes/images listed below. Mods can be acceptable too like shirtless, coatless, different eye colours, Vergil hair, default hair, and/or clean shaved. You may also tamper with the brightness and contrasting at your heart’s content: 1.

2. (This is right after V says “We need your help, Dante”.)

6. (This one’s just before he says “Yeah, dumbass”.)

7. (This one’s before he says “I guess you were young once, too”.)

9. (This one’s as he’s saying “Not gonna die my ass”.)

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13. (Images taken from this video) (Mod link)

#dante #dante devil may cry v #dante dmcv #dante devil may cry 5 #dante dmc5 #my youtube screenshots #references #inspiration #my request #my commission #ideas

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wishingupontheskyandstars · 4 years ago

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Our Secret This Holiday ❄️ Chp. 12

Fic Summary: As the Holidays approach, Arya and Gendry are a new couple spending a lot of time together before they reveal to everyone else that they are dating and what better day to reveal that than on Christmas…

I will be posting the last chapter later tonight! Thanks to everyone that has read this fic :)

Chapter 12: Christmas Day [Rated M Content]

It was Christmas Day, and before they left, Arya took Gendry to the family's Ski Resort. They sat on their ski lift, enjoying the view of Winterfell.

"Aww...I like this picture," Arya said as she showed Gendry her phone.

"Yeah, we look great," Gendry said with confidence.

Arya looked at her phone again. The family picture turned out perfect. She and Gendry were near the middle, in front of the Christmas tree. He had his arms around her waist as she held his hands. Both of them were smiling, and she felt so liberated to finally touch her boyfriend's hands in front of her family.

"So, what did your father say this morning?" Gendry asked.

Arya sighed and told him how he had knocked at her door early in the morning before they were going to open presents. "I'm glad you left when you did, or it would have been awkward."

Gendry nodded. "Yup."

She shook her head and said, "We walked for a while in the freezing forest, but my dad said how hard it is to find me growing up so fast—Having a boyfriend and being in love already."

"I'm surprised he didn't do anything to me—Like yell at me or want to punch me."

"My father wouldn’t—But maybe my mom..." She shrugged.

Gendry chuckled.

"He said how he's your godfather and already sees you as a son, so to him, that's why it was such a shock to see us together in such a way but... He did say that he was glad it was you and not someone else."

"Really?"

"Mmm... You got high praise."

"That feels good," He sighed and leaned back.

"He just wanted to make sure I was happy and serious about our relationship."

"And you said?"

"I've never been happier."

"Really?"

"Yes." She leaned towards him and kissed his lips lightly before she said, "I texted Daenerys last night, and both she and Margaery just knew my parents would find out before we told them."

"Oh yeah?"

Arya nodded and said, "Daenerys was right about how my parents acted, though—My dad was the calm one while my mother was almost annoyed."

"How does she know how they reacted?"

Arya rolled her eyes. "Sansa sent part of my Christmas gift by text—A video of last night's revelation."

Gendry's eyes enlarged. "What?!"

"She sent the video to others as well, including Daenerys...Hmm, I don't feel so bad about my parent's gift to her anymore." She grinned.

"That was a lively Christmas present opening this morning."

"It was," Arya said, remembering her mother's shocked expression and her dad's unsurprised look by some of the gifts Arya got for everybody in her parent's name.

"I particularly like what you gave me," Gendry said.

"You mean early this morning when I gave you a blo—"

"The other gift!"

"Oh," she chuckled. "Your welcome. I can't wait to see you wear the leather apron in your kitchen with nothing else on."

"You're too much. You know that?"

"You love me just the same."

"I do."

She kissed him and immediately stopped. "The first one who gets back to the resort receives a massage,” she yelled as she expertly jumped off the lift.

Gendry smiled as he made sure he had everything before jumping himself, skiing behind Arya.

"Oh. My. Gods." Arya moaned into her pillow as she felt her boyfriend's hands expertly massage her naked back. "I can't believe you gave me a weekend spa trip for my Christmas gift. If this is what I'm expecting, I don't know if I will want to leave."

"One of the massages is a couple massage. Maybe we won't leave."

"Sounds like a plan," Arya said as she continued to moan as Gendry massaged her lower back, lowering her towel lower. His hands then were massaging her buttocks, and she sighed happily. "You're amazing," she said.

Gendry just grinned as he massaged the back of her legs, then back up to her ass, rubbing with his knuckles in circles, before stroking her back again.

Arya moved her face to the side and saw her vanity mirror where she could see Gendry, shirtless, massaging her back lovingly. She stretched, feeling her muscles relax. She closed her eyes and felt his lips on her back, sprinkling kisses all around her back as he massaged her sides. She could feel his touch just at the edge of her breasts as he ran his hands up and down her sides as he continued to kiss her naked and warm skin.

She sighed as his mouth moved to her lower back, then to one side of her ass, then the other as his mouth opened and his tongue entered her there. Arya took a breath in as she moaned, "Oh..." as she started to move against his tongue. "Mmm... Best massage...Ever," she finally let out as she continued to move with him.

#gendrya #arya x gendry #ao3 #fanfic #multi chapter fic #inspired by Tumblr prompt #holidays #christmas #my fanfic

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pies-writes-and-more · 5 years ago

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PIES’ FIC RECOMMENDATIONS FOR MAY 2020

So I’ve never done one of these fic recommendations lists before but I really want to share some of the amazing work that I’ve read this past month! I’ve definitely read a whole ton more but I was dumb and didn’t think to like draft this list and then just keep adding to it... so I’m just attempting to go through my tags LOL please be patient with my dumbass.

NOTE: Since I only started doing this recently, a lot of my recommendations are gonna come from a lot of my mutuals but I’m always open to hearing more about other fics!!! If you’ve got an incredible fic that you are super proud of or if you think that I should read something you’ve read, PLEASE SEND IT TO ME! I’m really big on StevexFem!Reader, BuckyxFem!Reader, WandaxFem!Reader, CarolxFem!Reader, and Stucky fics!!!

If you do end up reading these fics, please tag me if you reblog them or comment on them!! I’d love to see your guys’ reactions :)

ANYWAYS THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE HAVE CRUSHED MY HEART WITH AMAZING FICS, RUINED MY IDEALS OF WHAT LOVE IS, AND/OR BROKEN MY HEART WITH ANGST ONLY TO REVIVE IT WITH SOME FLUFF. I love you all so very much.

PS. if these links dont work for some reason, please let me know so I can update this list because I was very distracted halfway through making this so it might not be perfect!

1.Walpurgis Night by @anika-ann | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “In which Steven volunteers to find a long-lost princess of Starkerbürg. (Fairy Tale AU)” I have no clue why this fic is not given more goddamn attention because holy shit yall, I have never been so grasped by a fic before. If you love medieval/fairy tale type things, you will love this fic. And if you don’t, you’re gonna love it anyways because @anika-ann writes SO. FUCKING. WELL. 100% fluff and love.

2. Abs Aren’t Always the Answer by @its-not-captain-america | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “Steve asks Y/N what girls are interested in, trying to impress her. Several shirtless pics later it’s not working.” Y’all want hilarious shit??? What about Steve Rogers always trying to take his fucking shirt off because he has the DNA (and the body) of a stripper? JK that’s not the actual reason but this fic is so funny, I died reading the first 700 times (and the 701st time too... and every time after that). 100% hilarious.

3. Challenge Accepted...? by @anika-ann | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader ”Steve’s never been good at quick decision-making when it came to his own safety. After one particularly horrible experience, you find a way to remind him every day to think twice the next time he’s faced with a tough choice. He is not amused.” Steven Grant Rogers you stupid dumb hoe lol. That’s all I’mma say about this fic because it speaks for itself when you read it haha. Banter is iconic in this fic. 100% hilarious.

4. A Matter of Trust by @anika-ann | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “You and Steve get to go to a mission together after a while; free drinks, partying, dressing-up nicely, stealing blueprints, the usual. You might even enjoy this as a couple.“ This time it’s Y/N that’s kindof a stupid dumb hoe but like that’s okay because when Y/N is a stupid dumb hoe, it’s not as stupid or dumb as when Steve does it. There’s a bit of a carry on between Challenge Accepted...? and this fic! So I would suggest reading that one first and then this :) 100% hilarious.

5. For a Smile by @anika-ann | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “You see him run past every morning. So you smile, because he looks like a nice person. How could he not be when he smiles back and the world stops for a while to pay respect to such beauty?” So you know how Disney movies totally screwed over some of our perspectives of how guys were gonna come and sweep us off our feet? Yeah. This fic did it too. I’m still waiting for my fairytale fucking moment like this fic but if it never happens, I’ll settle for just reading this over and over again LOL. 100% F L U F F and LOVE.

6. Grease and Pearls by @anika-ann | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “All you know is uptown; fancy clothes, expensive cars, jewellery outshining one’s personality and exhausting dinners with family acquaintances and business partners. Your life is all planned out; one day, you’ll marry Howard Stark’s son and you’ll be the golden couple adored by press.” This 3-part series slayed me. Like honestly, I’ve never been so torn apart before. Y’all lucky that if you read it, you get to read all 3 parts right away whereas I had to sit and wait for my heart to be torn apart and then stomped on. (Jk anika i love you you know that). Super amazing thing I love about this fic: it’s got links to the dresses that Y/N wears (super cute btw) AND it’s got two different endings so you can decide!!! 100% ANGST and 100% FLUFF? At the same time??? Because of the two endings?!?!?!? NOTE: part 2 got some steamy smut in there so 18+ readers only. I had to take a cold shower after reading it like goddamn.

7. Be Alright by @kayteewritessteve | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “Steve goes through a bad breakup, but a sweet voice and a friendly smile helps him realize he can begin again, and that he definitely should.” God this fic. I can’t with this fic. It’s based on the Dean Lewis song Be Alright, which is already one of my favourites, but this fic, ugh, Kaytee knows how to hurt you that’s for sure. It’s so pure and so wonderful. 100% SAD but like it gets better promise.

8. Cold Feet by @anika-ann | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

“After two months of dating, you’ve come to a conclusion as exciting as well as a bit irritating: Steve Rogers is a perfect man. He simply has no flaw.Or does he?” Mother. Fucking. Adorable. I dunno if there’s anything else to say except that anika really knows how to make me wish I was Y/N adsoifhosd. 100% F L U F F

9. Hot Chocolate by @vodkaxtonic | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “Steve gets sick and Y/N takes care of him, which involves a lot of Steve’s whining, hot chocolate and cuddles.“ Steve Rogers is a little shit who won’t just accept that he’s sick and needs to be taken care of BUT IT’S SO CUTE AND THIS FIC IS THE BEST!!!! 100% FLUFF!!

10. Home by @evanstush | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “It’s been 2 years since the last battle and it’s now Morgan’s 7th birthday, and well, Tony being Tony, he prepared a small party for her little girl, inviting everyone from the team, including you.” Hnnnggg this fic. Okay so. I love @evanstush with all my fucking heart because she’s always been so supportive of me and my fics. That being said I WAS NOT EXPECTING HER KIND ASS TO HURT MY HEART LIKE THIS. But again, it’s okay because it’s got fluff guys. 50% ANGST and 50% FLUFF. Well like it’s 100% both but like I have to split it haha.

11. Cocktails by @writeyourmindaway | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “ ~i really don’t know what to write i’m sorry~ DRINKS!” That’s okay, darling, I’ll write the summary you. HILARITY. WONDERFULNESS. THE WORD BLOWJOB WRITTEN SO MANY TIMES AND IT’S FUCKING GOLD. This is so funny i love it haha. This fic killed me. I should’ve seen it coming (hehe) but i didn’t lol. 100% HILARIOUS.

12. Unadulterated by @writeyourmindaway | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader No summary for this one but again, I shall do the honours haha. It’s part 2 of ‘Cocktails’ and this one is just as adorable and hilarious as the first part! Steve is a cheeky little soft boi and the flirting just makes me feel all sorts of ways <3 100% ADORABLE.

13. Water Wars by @writeyourmindaway | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader “The team finds a new way to unwind” I love fics where you just see the team get to be normal people!!! Plus haven’t we all thought about how the Avengers would are in a water fight? Is that just me? Don’t have to fantasize about it now because @writeyourmindaway wrote it for you :D 100% FLUFF.

14. Slow Like Honey by @heli0s-writes | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “The gossip that buzzes around in the teacher’s lounge is that sweet, sensitive, divorcé Steve Rogers is hot-for-teacher. His daughter’s first-grade teacher, to be exact.” I binged this whole fucking series. 8 parts of PURE. EVERYTHING. I have never so badly wanted a happy ending in my fucking life. This is an amazing series with so much love put into it, you can tell. I really can’t explain this fic because you really need to just go read it to know how amazing it is. NOTE: Part 4, 5, and 8 have some serious love smut in there so 18+ readers only please. UGH. I love this fic so much. I will continue to keep daydreaming about it and thinking about it all the time. God I love me some Dad!Steve. 50% FLUFF and 50% ANGST (which seriously tore my heart out like I cried).

15. You Make My World Spin by @anika-ann | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “After the Battle of New York and all the mess Tony gets involved in later, Pepper believes he is in a need of an assistant slash tech genius. Enter you. While Tony is not amused by Pepper’s idea at first… he soon warms up to you.” So many insanely wonderful references in this fic, it’s hilarious. Also, Tony being a little shit LOL. Such a hilarious fic!!!! 100% AMAZINGLY HILARIOUS.

16. If You Stumble... by @anika-ann | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “If you stumble…make it part of the dance. In which you ask Steve what your date would look like if you lived the forties. He decides to show you instead. There are few flaws, holes to see through to glimpse beyond that illusion. But what life would be besides boring if everything was perfect? Perfect dress. Perfect date. Perfect gentleman…?” So my dumbass was so excited to read something that anika put out that I didn’t realize this was part 2 of a 3 part series lol I’m dumb yes I know. Anyways, this is part 1 so please don’t be like me and read the first part LOL. ANYWAYS, this was so fucking wholesome. This is definitely one that I need to read again and fully read in order (she’s got part 3 on her AO3, I believe) but ugh. I love the idea of Steve dating in this century, comparing things to how things were done in the old days ufglasodfhsd. I love it. Amazing. 100% FLUFF (I think because well my dumbass hasn’t finished but this part was fluffy :3)

17. @wxstedhexrt‘s poems | Read Them Here! | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes I don’t think Destiny ever gave me a summary of these but (and Destiny, please correct me if I’m wrong in how you want these to be portrayed!) I believe they’re poems written throughout the whole Steve and Bucky timeline. She’s used the Winter Soldier’s words and turned them into a gorgeous set of poems. 100% My favourite thing in the whole fucking world.

18. The Lonely Tree by @sarahwroteathing | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “You have a favorite tree which you make sure to pass every day on your way to class, but one day you find you’ll have to get used to sharing it with a friendly art student.” Holy shit guys this 15 part series was so amazing. It’s 100% PURE FLUFF and PINING and gorgeous. Holy shit. Like I screamed reading the whole goddamn thing. Amazing writing by an amazing human being with some awesome humour haha.

19. @sinner-as-saint responding to an anon request? Amazing. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Request: May I just spice up your day with the thought of best friend/roommate bucky being jealous when you bring someone home HOT. AS. FUCK. Holy shit. It’s such a short little list of things that Bucky would do but ugh. I was dying reading it. I love me some jealous Bucky smut. 100% angsty fluff? With smuttiness ;) 18+ readers please!!

20. @alloftheimaginesblog prompted fic | Steve Rogers x Reader (I could be wrong here but I believe the gender of the reader is never specified? But the ring is a woman’s ring so?? @alloftheimaginesblog pls correct me if you want!) Prompt: Finding an engagement ring in one of their drawers. So fucking fluffy I needed a cavity filled after ugh. I loved it so much it was just a gorgeous piece of writing. Steve is a little piece of poop for not hiding that ring better I mean come on, you’re telling me you couldn’t have punched a hole, put the ring there, and then cover it up with like a cabinet or something??? jk i still love you steeb. 100% fluff!

21. Laser Tag by @stargazingfangirl18 | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “You play laser tag with your boyfriend Steve and his best friend Bucky. Since you’re just a plain ole civilian, you gotta use what non-Avenger skills you have to avoid losing. Hint: those skills involve Steve and kissing.” Iconic. Everything. Wonderful. There is nothing I love more than Steve Rogers being a little sucker for making out with his girlfriend even when there’s a competition. 100% fluff!!!!

22. Under the Rainbow, Draga mea by @binkysteebnpewter | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader I don’t think there’s an official summary ( @binkysteebnpewter pls correct me if I’m wrong) but my summary is this: GAYNESS <3 I love me some wlw content so when I saw this pop up on my dash, I couldn’t NOT read. It’s soooo good. This is a Social Media AU and the amount of meme usage in there I- it’s fucking wonderful. It’s still in progress though so you guys will have to pine after this relationship with me. I FUCKING LOVE IT. 100% GAY LOVE <3

23. A Fic in which Peggy Carter plays wingwoman because these two idiots are in love with each other but they can’t see it so our Queen needs to throw it at them by @1she1hulk1 (please note I made this title by myself because I don’t think there was a title LOL @1she1hulk1 lmk if you want me to change this xD) | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader “the plot is bacially you and Steve go to see Peggy and she tells Steve to finally make his move” Peggy Carter is a fucking Queen and she knows that Steve is falling for you, because he just won’t stop fucking talking about you LOL. Anyways, this is a super cute fic!!!! Please go give it some love because this human being who wrote it doesn’t think she’s a good writer?????? Crazy. 100% FLUFF!!!!

OTHER FICS THAT DESERVE MENTIONING!!!!

So because this is my first recommendation list on this site, I know I’m definitely missing some amazing fics that I’ve read but never saved (I’m a terrible person I know). So I’m just gonna add them in this list here because they deserve love and attention too!

@wxstedhexrt‘s poetry. Period. End of story lol. JK. So the ones that I’ve read that are on Destiny’s tumblr aren’t all fandom related (besides the one that I posted above) but they’re still really amazing. I’ve never felt so captured by poems before (mostly because i’m stupid and don’t understand a lot of poetry). Ugh anyways I love her poems so much so please go check them out! CLICK HERE FOR BEAUTY <3

Alright so I know a lot of you guys know @kayteewritessteve but if you don’t, she’s this super amazing writer with INCREDIBLE series. (CLICK HERE TO SEE HER FULL MASTERLIST). But one of my most favourite series by her, and one of my favourite series of all time, is: If Only You Knew “You arrive home one day to find a wedding invite for two of your best friends from high school. You knew this day was going to come eventually, but even with that said, you weren’t prepared to return home. At least not after 7 years of avoiding Buckhannon, West Virginia. Or rather, avoiding him; your ex-best friend and the secret love of your life. But maybe it was finally time to face your past, to face him and everything else that happened on that horrible night.” This 18 (plus an Epilogue) part series will literally have you screaming at your screen being like WHY YALL CANT JUST TELL EACH OTHER HOW YALL FEEL?!?!?!?! 75% angst (because Kaytee likes to hurt us) and 25% fluff BUT the fluff is SOOOOO worth it so it’s like 100% angst and 200% fluff (i was never a mathlete). NOW since, we’re on the topic of Kaytee’s writing, I’d also like to mention: Love and War “In a harsh medieval world, you set out on a perilous quest that will lead you onto a forbidden land. A land ruled and controlled by a ruthless Warlord King, one who does not look favourably upon trespassers of any kind, and punishes all with an iron fist. You may not know exactly where this quest will end, but what you do know is you will forever be altered by it. And that knowledge alone is what truly terrifies you the most.” so I read this while Kaytee was writing it about a year ago and holllyyyyyy shit. Okay. So. Listen. Fantasy? Check. Romance? Check. Amazing writing? Well it’s Kaytee so yea obviously check. I want to list more things but I don’t want to give it away! This is a 15 part series (plus an Epilogue and Outro) but it goes by so quickly once you’re stuck and waiting for more!!!!

#pies recommendations #pies may recommendations #fic recommendations #steve rogers x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #i need some good carol fics #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #wanda maximoff x y/n #reader insert fics #and some poetry by destiny #because destiny is the fucking bestiny #steve rogers x y/n #i love all these fics so much

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mach-speed-spin · 2 years ago

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Rating Beyblade season 1 drip

1) For once one of these posts that don’t have spoilers. I realized that after I finished it

2) Long ass post. I am rating every fit in the anime. At least I didn’t include images (they are linked if you want to see them, but don’t take up post space

3) The ratings are relative to the franchise. A 2/10 on this list is the equivalent of a 6/10 irl

4) This is based purely on how good it looks. I’m not going to delve into any symbolism present in these designs

5) I originally intended for this to cover all series. Then I realized how absurdly long that was, so I made it just BSB. Then I realized that was still too long, so it’s just season 1

Tyson: 5/10. It looks good, but it also doesn’t have that much originality. The ponytail saves it

Kai: 7/10. It’s an incredibly stupid fit and I love it The tight, probably leather tank top that shows off his biceps is already a lot, and then you have the gauntlets. And the scarf. And the facepaint

Ray: 6/10. I’m generally not a fan of this fit, but god that 5 foot long ponytail is amazing

Max: 1/10. This is one of the few fits that I don’t like at all. Mainly, it’s the orange overalls that stand out too much and don’t have much detail

Kenny: 2/10. Very plain design, and while purple and green should stand out as a color combination, it’s too subdued here

Lee: 3/10. It shows too much of his abs and not enough at the same time. It’s like he couldn’t decide whether or not to show abs and went “show just a little.” The pants also don’t help, but that open shirt is good

Mariah: 5/10. I don’t know why but everything about this fit just works

Nightwear Mariah: 2/10. I get that the clothes you sleep in don’t have to be drippy but this is just alright for what it is

Gary: 3/10. It’s only saved by the hair. I get that they wanted to show his muscles, but they could’ve done it better

Kevin: 4/10. I’m sorry but that color scheme just doesn’t do it for an otherwise much better look

Bruce: 3/10. Basic, but not bad

Shirtless Bruce: 4/10. There is more contrast between the black parts and his skin than there was with black and grey

Michael: 5/10. It’s a baseball outfit, but the colors stand out in such a way that it improves it a lot

Emily: 2/10. It’s very plain

Lab coat Emily: 3/10. The lab coat adds on to an otherwise plain design

Steve: 4/10. This should be a real football uniform

Eddy: 3/10. It’s a basketball uniform

Andrew: 1/10. Leaving aside his cranial anatomy, his fit has nothing going for it. It’s just a very plain basketball jersey, not even as detailed as Eddy’s

Antonio: 4/10. It’s pretty standard, but it works

Billy: 4/10. I like the black shirt with the green jacket, but I feel like something’s missing

Nicky: 0/10. Extremely plain design with no interesting elements to it

Riley: 2/10. More interesting than Nicky, but still very plain

Judy: 3/10. It looks alright, but all the purple would work better with another color to contrast against

Lab coat Judy: 4/10. It’s her regular clothes but with white to contrast against

Douglas: 3/10. Business suit that looks alright but nothing special

Tony: 6/10. Sleeveless? Check. Crop top? Check. Jacket? Check. Glasses and headphones? Check

Andy: 3/10. It’s just ok

Pee Wee: 6/10. Absolutely love the cowboy look

Robert: 7/10. The fit is alright, but the shoulder pads truly elevate it

Armored Robert: 6/10. I like armor, but Robert’s is the least interesting of them

Johnny: 4/10. I like ripped sleeves, but the shirt having regular sleeves takes away from that. I also love the bandana

Armored Johnny: 8/10. I love his armor. I don’t know if it was intentional, but the armor gives him an hourglass figure

Enrique: 4/10. Stylish, but doesn’t stand out as particularly drippy

Armored Enrique: 8/10. I love armor. I love the sword ripcord. I love horns. What’s not to like?

Oliver: 4/10. I’m not that much of a fan, but he succeeds wat what he was trying to achieve

Armored Oliver: 6/10. I like armor, but this isn’t armored enough to be more than a 6

Tala: 7/10. A fiery color scheme with a fit suited for cold weather? Count me in

Bryan: 4/10. Decent, but nothing special

Spencer: 5/10. 2 of those points come from his hat

Ian: 3/10 The goggles save this otherwise subpar fit

Priest Boris: 1/10. I know he’s a priest, but that doesn’t mean he has to look like that. This is Beyblade. He could wear a crop top and still fit right in

Masked Boris: 4/10. I like that mask, but the rest just doesn’t do it for me

Voltaire: 3/10. The cape-like look saves it

Alexander: 3/10. It’s not bad, just kinda boring

Sanguinex: 5/10. “You know how vampires were originally conceived as horrifying creatures, akin to modern interpretations of zombies? And how recent takes on vampires, such as Twilight, have made them sexy? What if I was both?”

Lupinex: 4/10. I appreciate the “dog boy but it’s a middle aged man” aesthetic, but the robes could use some work. They work for Sanguinex, but not so much here

Zomb: 4/10. Nothing special here, but the robes work pretty well

Cenotaph: 5/10. Pulls off the robes better than any of his teammates

Carlos: 5/10. The bandana, demon shirt, and denim jacket all come together to create a pretty good fit

Stuart: 7/10. This looks exactly like something I’d wear

Casey: 3/10. The only thing that saves it here is the hat

Trevor: 3/10. The jacket prevents this from being a 2 or even a 1

Tommy: 4/10. I like the color scheme, but I feel everything below the neck could use some more detail

Andre: 3/10. Very similar to Tommy, but I prefer Tommy’s color scheme

Waylan: 2/10. All 2 points are purely for the hat

Bruno: 3/10. I really like the fur but that’s it

Bobby: 2/10. The fur is not as good as Bruno’s

Doug: 4/10. I really like the hat with eyeholes

Ronnie: 2/10. It’s not bad, but there’s nothing that I’d call good either

Robin: 2/10. Same as Ronnie

Unnamed Charming Princes blader: 2/10. See above

Chucky: 4/10. He’s effectively wearing a crop top, shorts, and a pair of goggles

Zippy: 4/10. I like the color scheme

Lippy: 3/10. Alright but not as good as his teammates

McSneeze: 3/10. Looks alright, but is nothing compared to the rest of the series

Typhoon Lewis: 5/10. The color scheme, stars, and the stripe pattern make something that I can only describe as “not explicitly American but very close to it.” I dig it

Jocelyn Heart: 3/10. The single star, white and blue stripes, and the rest of her outfit being pink results in clashing patterns that don’t work as well as they should

Jose: 6/10. He’s a cowboy and he has a gun

Pedro: 6/10. Partially because it just looks good and partially because I’m a sucker for characters that carry around weapons that aren’t actually weapons (like a sword launcher). Also, I love the design of that sword. We need more hollowed out swords in fiction (I know they’d suck irl, but if anime can keep making katanas useful I’m sure a hollow sword is no problem)

Miguel: 4/10. He’s a mariachi

Diego: 1/10. It’s just a plain color t-shirt

Fernando: 2/10. It’s just a plain color hoodie

Axel: 1/10. I’m sorry but the overalls just look bad

Mario: 2/10. It’s a soccer jersey, which is better than just a t-shirt but not by much

Frankie: 3/10. If the top was in a different color I’d 100% wear it. As it stands it’s just ok

Covered Luiz: 4/10. It’s a dark coat that sparkles. That’s kinda neat

Luiz: 6/10. Replacing the darkness with bright yellow and orange, and it works

Bianca: 3/10. While not anything crazy by Beyblade standards, her sense of fashion just lines up with mine. If this was a “would I wear this” list, it’d be at least an 8

Rosetta: 3/10. Good, but nothing special (and unlike Bianca, does not line up with my personal tastes)

DJ: 7/10. I love his design. The jacket, the bandana, everything

DJ in China: 7/10. A very slight downgrade from his normal look, but it’s so slight that it doesn’t warrant a lower score (unless I started going into decimals)

DJ in America: 6/10. I like it but the bandana is too good to replace

DJ in Russia: 6/10. The tuxedo suits him, but not as well as some of his other outfits

Grandfather Wong. 2/10. I couldn’t get a full picture of him (minor character moment), but he just wears purple robes

Gustav: 7/10. Stylish Butler

Piddlesworth: 7/10. He looks exactly like Gustav

Mr. Dickenson: 7/10. Old man with thick mustache, tiny glasses, red bow tie, and a bowler hat? It just works

Tatsuya: 4/10. The jacket collar is cool, and the rest is alright, but nothing special

Ryu: 4/10. I love his character, but his fit doesn’t live up to his personality

Ryu’s other look: 4/10. It’s barely any different

Taro: 4/10. It’s just decent

Jeff: 4/10. Basic lab coat look

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star-spangled-steve · 5 years ago

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His New Partner

Chapter 10: The First Time

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 2991

Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, oral sex, fingering, nudity, loss of Reader’s virginity, loss of Steve’s virginity, cussing.

A/N: This chapter takes off right where the last one ended, so if you need to be reminded on what happened, it’s linked above. Also, this is my first time ever posting smut, so please go easy on me!

Steve hovered above Y/N on their shared bed. Confusion and excitement were written on his handsome face, as he wondered if he really heard her statement correctly. Surely he couldn’t have, Steve thought.

“Take things to the next step?” He questioned. “Do you mean like-?”

“Sex.” Y/N finished for him, making his eyebrows raise and pupils dilate. “Only if you want to, of course.”

“No, no, I want to. Trust me.” He clarified with a chuckle. Of course he wanted to, he’s a 94 year old virgin. “I’m just surprised that you do. I thought that you wanted to wait.”

“We have waited.” Y/N told him. “Look, Steve. I told you that I wanted to wait until I knew that you were ‘the one’. I wanted to wait until things were very serious, right?”

He nodded from his place above her.

“Well, we literally just promised to stay with each other forever. It doesn’t get more serious than that.”

“Are you sure about this?” He asked. Steve didn’t mean to sound so apprehensive, but he needed to make sure that she was certain about her decision. He didn’t want her to regret it later.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Y/N smiled before Steve leaned down to place a kiss on her lips.

“We can stop anytime you want.” He informed her. “Don’t be afraid to ask.”

She nodded, running her fingers through his hair, before saying the sexiest thing that Steve had ever heard in his life. “Take me, Steve. Make me yours.”

And right when Y/N thought he was going to get back down to business, Steve hopped off the bed and headed to the kitchen, leaving her laid out and perplexed.

“Wha-? Steve?” She called out, sitting up on the bed.

“One second!” The man shouted back, making her laugh.

After a minute, that felt like an hour to Y/N, Steve returned with a little black box, gold letters printed on the sides.

“Is that-?”

“Protection? Ya.” He answered.

Y/N giggled in response. “When did you buy those?”

“I didn’t.” He shook his head. “Tony gave them to me when he heard that you were moving in.”

“Oh my god.” She facepalmed before reaching out to grab to box from him. “‘Trojan Magnum, Large Size Condoms.” She read. “XL, Lubricated.”

Steve chuckled with a shrug. “I don’t know, that’s what he gave me. They should work, though.”

Y/N was a little bewildered. “How would he even know which size you would need?” She placed the box on her nightstand.

“He didn’t. He gave me a couple different boxes.” Steve smirked and put his hands on his hips, still standing in the middle of the room. “I just knew that these were the ones I needed.”

She blushed a deep shade of red, never having heard him say something like that. As he made his way closer, Y/N scooted up to kneel on the edge of the bed and Steve stood on the floor in front of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, making them face to face and chest to chest. Steve could feel her racing heart through the thin fabric of their shirts and gave her a kiss.

“Hey.” He softly spoke. “Calm down, I’ve got you, doll.”

Y/N nodded her head before reconnecting their lips, Steve taking this as a cue to begin.

He slowly trailed his hands under her shirt, feeling the skin of her back warm up under his touch. “Do you mind if I take this off, darling?” Steve bunched the back of her shirt up in his hands.

“Uh huh.” Y/N breathed out, feeling nervous. “Wait, Steve.” She stopped him with a hand to his wrist. “I-, uh, I’m not perfect.”

He began understood some of her hesitation. She was nervous to be seen by him. “You are to me.” Steve looked into her E/C eyes, trying to sooth her. “No matter what’s under here, you’re perfect.” Truthfully, Steve was just as nervous as Y/N in this situation. Not just to be bare in front of her, but to make love. Though he knew that for her sake, he needed to take the lead.

“Okay.” Y/N nodded. “You can take it off now.”

He smiled at her before lifting the shirt over her head and tossing it across the room. “Wow, look at that.” He praised, eyes running up and down her torso, hands following in suit. Y/N flushed under his gaze. “So beautiful.” Steve spoke before attaching his lips to where her neck and shoulders met and kissing all over, making Y/N giggle.

“You’re not supposed to be laughing.” He peered up from her shoulder with a smile.

“Right. Sorry, I’m just a bit ticklish. You can keep going though, I like it.” She bit her lip as Steve reattached his lips to her neck, letting out a moan as she felt him suck harshly on a particular spot.

“Mmm.” Steve hummed he ran his thumb over the mark that he just created. “Gorgeous.”

Y/N toyed with the bottom of his t-shirt before looking up into his eyes.

“Oh, I see.” He grinned before taking a step back and throwing the shirt over his head. Y/N’s eyes widened with arousal as she hesitantly placed a hand at the top of his bare chest. It’s not that she’d never seen him shirtless before. They’d been to several of Tony’s pool parties, after all. But she’s never really touched him there.

Steve placed his bigger hand over top of hers, guiding it slowly down his chest and back up again. “It’s okay. You can touch.” Y/N smiled before Steve removed his hand and brought them both to the back of her bra. “Can I?” He asked.

Y/N nodded before Steve unclipped her light pink bra and added it to the growing collection of clothes on their bedroom floor. “Damn.” He rasped out in awe of her bare chest.

“Is that a good damn or a bad damn?” Y/N questioned playfully.

“A great damn.” Steve smiled. “I’ve, uh, I’ve never touched a woman’s breasts before.” He placed his hands on her rib cage.

“You can now.” She responded, pushing her chest almost into his hands.

Steve cupped her breasts and delicately ran his thumbs over her nipples, making Y/N shudder. He then moved his hands underneath the bosoms, almost as if he was feeling the weight of them in his palms.

Y/N let out a yelp in surprise when Steve pushed her out of her kneeling position, and onto her back, making the bed bounce from his force. He instantly crawled over top of her, and attached his lips to her left breast.

After a minute, Steve switched to the other one and Y/N placed her hands in his short hair. He came up from her chest and looked into her eyes, slowly starting to grind his hips into hers.

Y/N let out a small gasp at his actions, seeing an uncharacteristically devilish grin on Steve’s face.

“Does that feel good?” He asked her, getting an eager nod in response. Steve glanced down to where their hips met, and back up at Y/N again. He scooted down the bed, making him in eye level with her crotch. “May I?” He asked.

“Yes.” Y/N breathed out before Steve hooked his fingers in the top of her sweatpants and slowly brought them down her legs, throwing them on the ground. The girl leaned up on her elbows, trying to remember which underwear she wore that day, only to be met with a plain pair of white cotton panties. “Sorry.” Y/N chuckled. “Moving day.”

“No, no. They look beautiful on you.” Steve assured with a smile. “Sexy, even.”

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes at his compliment, still in awe of how she wound up with such a considerate guy.

Steve brought back her attention by rubbing circles with his thumbs on her pantie-clad hips. She looked down at him and saw his eyebrows raised, silently asking permission. Y/N nodded once again before Steve brought the white fabric down her legs and placed it next to her pants.

That was it, she was completely naked for him. Vulnerable. Did she look too fat? Did she look too thin? Too hairy? Not hairy enough? All of these thoughts raced Y/N’d mind as she was completely laid out for him on the bed.

“So gorgeous.” Steve interrupted the insecurities running through her head. “All mine.”

Y/N gave a small smile and let out a breath of relief.

“Can I touch, babydoll?” He asked her, lustful eyes running up and down her exposed body.

“Ya.” Y/N gulped.

Steve ran his teeth over his bottom lip before running his index finger over her folds, making her shudder. “So wet.” He smirked, making her blush. Steve lightly spread her, tried to find her opening, and shoved in his finger once he located it.

Y/N inhaled a breath as he started to slowly thrust his finger in and out. She let out a small whimper before Steve added another one of his thick digets, spreading her further.

“‘Gotta get you ready.” He added, starting the quicken the pace of his fingers.

“Steve.” Y/N moaned. She started to feel a little ache in her lower belly, signalling that she could soon cum, until Steve withdrew his fingers from her hole. “Wha-?” she looked down in confusion, only to see him licking his two fingers off, one at a time.

“You taste so good.” Steve grinned.

Y/N giggled. “That felt so good.”

“Oh ya?” He cocked his head. “I’ve got something that might feel even better, if you’re up for it.”

“Please.” Her smile turned into a gasp as she felt Steve lick a stripe up her pussy. The sensation was so foreign, yet so satisfying. “Oh, god.”

He continued to lap at her folds as she tightening her fingers in his hair. “You ‘gonna cum for me, sweetie?” He remarked from between her legs as he added the two fingers back in, using his other hand to rub circles on her clit. Steve was just proud of himself for finding the damn thing.

Y/N answered his question, not in the form of words, but in the form of her warm juices squirting into his mouth and onto his hand. He took the time to savour every drop as she lay panting on the bed.

“Oh my god.” Y/N breathed with a small laugh. “That was amazing.”

“Well,” Steve said as he stood up straight again, “were only getting starting, baby.” He removed his black leather belt and let it clank to the floor as he gazed upon the sight in front of him. Steve couldn’t believe that he was finally getting to do the thing he’d been looking forward to for so long. He was unbelievably thankful that she trusted him enough.

Y/N’s mouth began to water as Steve finished undressing, pulling his jeans and boxer briefs down all at once. His cock stood at attention, and boy oh boy, attention she wanted to give it.

“Wow.” Y/N spoke, still gazing upon his manhood. It was big, and thick, and long, and Y/N had no idea how it was going to fit inside of her.

Steve chuckled. “Ya, uh, I know. It’s a bit...”

“Ginormous.” She finished for him, slightly scared that she might get hurt.

He sensed her worries and try to sooth her. “I’ll be careful, Y/N. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” Steve started to crawl up the bed, ending up overtop of her. “We can go slow.”

“Do you want me to, uh... return the previous favours?” She asked him.

“Another time.” He answered. “Right now, I want to focus on you.” Steve grabbed the condom box from where it laid on the beside table and opened it up, pulling one out and putting it on. The little gold foil got thrown in the trash as Y/N continued to ogle Steve’s naked form. “Can’t stop staring, can ‘ya, sweetheart?”

“Oh. Uhm-“ She stammered. “Sorry.”

“I’m just busting your chops.” He laughed. “I feel the same way when I look at you. Don’t you worry, darling.”

As they bantered, Steve lined himself up at her entrance. He understood that it might be a bit of a struggle, especially since it was Y/N’s first time. Yes, it was his as well, but he knew that it was much more painful for girls. Steve wanted to make this as easy for her as possible.

“Alright, N/N.” He said from above her. “You ready?”

“Uh huh.” She gulped.

Steve started to slowly push in, feeling overwhelmed at this brand new feeling. He never knew exactly it would feel like, and he was definitely not disappointed by the outcome.

His thoughts were cut short by the sound of Y/N whimpering. “Steve, Steve. Stop, please.”

“Oh, goodness. I’m so sorry, my love.” He apologized, seeing a couple silent tears run down her beautiful face. “What’s the matter?”

“It just hurts a little bit. You can-“ Y/N winced. “Uh, you can keep going now.”

Steve gave her a nod before pushing again, trying to not take mind to her sounds of discomfort. He knew she’d feel better once he was all in.

Steve wiped off her tears with him thumbs and gave small kisses to her cheeks. “There.” He said after he bottomed out. “All done. I’m all in.”

Y/N breathed out a sigh of relief. “Okay. That’s good.”

“So good.” He smiled down at her. “Can I move, doll?”

“Yes.” She told him before he started to carefully thrust in and out of her aching vagina.

“How does that feel?” Steve asked, gradually beginning to pick up the pace.

“A little better. I-Oh, god. Steve.” Y/N moaned out, rubbing her hands down his large back as he continued to thrust. Now that he knew she was enjoying it, he could finally let go and give her all he had.

The pair looked into each other’s eyes, seeing nothing but pure arousal, love, trust, and thankfulness. Steve was thankful that she was willing to share this intimate moment with him. Y/N was just thankful that he was so accepting of her decision to wait, even though this was clearly something he had desired for a while. The two loved each other enough to do anything for each other.

“Steve, Steve. Oh damn, Stevie.” She moaned, getting louder after each word.

“Sound so pretty moaning my name.” He grunted into her ear before leaning down, continuing where he left off on marking her neck.

“Oh, god. Steve.” Y/N whined as he reached down one of his hands and played with her clit. “I’m ‘gonna-“

“Do it, baby. Cum for me.” Steve growled as he switched sides on her neck.

“Oh, oh, oh. Steve!” A final pinch to her clit spurred Y/N over the edge. Her nails dragged down his back and his thrusts began to falter. The feel of her squeezing him was all too much.

“Y/N, goddammit.” Steve groaned before giving a final kiss to her lips and spilling into the condom.

The couple remained panting on the bed for a couple of minutes. Of course, Steve was less tired than Y/N, do to his super soldier serum. But he still pretending to pant.

“We just did that.” Y/N broke the silence in disbelief.

“Damn right we did.” Steve beamed before slowly pulling out of her, still cautious of how sensitive she may feel right now.

He disposed the used condom in the trash bin, and quickly headed to their washroom to grab something.

“Wha-? Stevie, where did you go?” Y/N whined.

He returned with a wet, warm washcloth and sat down at the foot of the bed. “Just going to clean you up, babydoll.”

“Thank you.” She said, voice sounding a bit scratchy.

Steve gave her a smile in response, then wiped her up and headed to put away the dirty cloth. He came back a second later to see Y/N already snuggled up, covers up to her chin.

“Comfy?” He asked, standing with his hands on his naked hips.

She nodded before rolling back the covers on his side, a way of telling him to join her.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Steve chuckled as he got into the bed next to Y/N and immediately pulled her into his strong arms. Her head rested on his chest and she felt just so warm in his embrace.

“Thanks... again.” She spoke, drawing circles on his chest with her finger.

“You can stop saying that, you know.” Steve told her.

“Yes, I know.” Y/N began. “I just, I mean... you waited so long for me. No guy ever has been willing to do that. And it’s not like you’ve had sex before either, you’re a virgin too. You’ve probably been waiting for this moment forever, and yet you pushed it back... for me.”

“Because you’re worth it.” Steve responded. “Because I love you so much.”

“Ya, but Ste-“

“No buts. You could have asked me to wait another 94 years and I would’ve. The ‘when’ or the ‘where’ or the ‘how’ doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is that it’s you who I shared this with.” He stroked her cheek with the hand that wasn’t placed her bare hip. “Besides, we’ve got the whole rest of our lives to have sex, darling.”

Y/N nodded with a big smile. “I love you too.”

“J.A.R.V.I.S.? Please turn off the lights.” Steve called out, not wanting to separate from his girl.

“Yes, Captain Rogers.” The I.A. responded. The lights instantly went out, making Y/N giggle at how cool it was.

The couple shared a soft kiss before snuggling even closer to one another. They breathed in each other’s comforting scent, wanting this moment to last forever.

“Night night.” Y/N murmured.

Steve smiled at the phrase and responded in his smooth, deep voice, “Night night.”

Next Chapter

Feedback is always welcome!❤️

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elencelebrindal · 5 years ago

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Honest Opinion - Chrysaor Krishna

Well, i certainy didn’t need to spell check his name like... three times. Anyways, he’s called Crisaore in the Italian dub. Simple and straight to the point.

Overall score (character, not looks): 8/10

Before you come at me for giving him an 8/10, it’s because I didn’t like how overly confident he was during the second part of his fight against Shiryu. I liked him way more until that part, but when it’s too much, it’s too much.

Now, onto the serious stuff. This man singlehandedly (did I even write that word correctly) almost killed Shiryu. And you know how damn difficult is to kill Shiryu. That’s a feat and a half, let me tell you. Krishna is powerful, and I love how he’s aware of how skilled and strong he is, especially when he fights with the Golden Lance. You can tell this man right here deserved to be appointed with the title of General, and he knows it. Not only that, he’s loyal to Poseidon and did his best to protect his Pillar.

Though, my admiration for him ends here, even if it’s a lot. To me, he appears too proud of his own strength, to the point of underestimating Shiryu during the first half of their fights. I don’t dislike confident characters, and characters who are aware of their superiority, but in this case it seemed to much. And this is actually a weak point of all the Generals, because they all have some sort of arrogance that’s way more to be justified by their base personality and power.

My favorite scene, however, was his final stand. I mean, I groaned when he lost his Scales, because of course Shiryu’s adversary would keep on fighting shirtless, but holy shit. I loved how Krishna built his defense around the Pillar, in a perfect representation (Saint Seiya-wise) of his origins and culture. His true power was amazing to witness, I loved how he wasn’t completely linked to his weapon. Especially the first time I saw this character, without any kind of previous knowledge coming from the manga.

In the end, I didn’t like how he died. That whole scene seemed rushed to me, and not only that, but Krishna’s entire appearance didn’t leave that big of a mark. If I remember a lot of it, it’s because I focused more on Shiryu than on Krishna. He still has more relevance than Caça, but still. Not a lot to think about.

#saint seiya #i cavalieri dello zodiaco #los caballeros del zodiaco #os cavaleiros do zodiaco #knights of the zodiac #les chevaliers du zodiaque #marina generals #poseidon arc #my opinion #honest opinion

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menswearmusings · 5 years ago

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Father’s Day Gift Guide 2020

It’s impossible to buy gifts for a guy who’s into menswear, isn’t it? If he’s like me, he has such specific taste in pattern, color, fit, and even brands that it’s usually easier just to avoid that category of gifts all together and go with a tech or grill-related item. But, it’s not entirely hopeless! While I don’t speak for every menswear dude, I do have a pulse on what’s cool as well as what kinds of things make sense for a dad.

Here are three sound gift-giving principles to go by, plus a few specific gift ideas if the dad in your life is into classic menswear like me (i.e. tailored suits and jackets, fine leather shoes, that sort of thing).

Read on for the Menswear Musings Father’s Day Gift Guide 2020.

Principle 1: Give them something you know they want but wouldn’t buy for themselves

I call this The Rule of Giving Gifts. This is my universal gift-giving principle because we all have stuff we want and buy for ourselves—and then there are the luxuries, the things we would totally buy if money were no object, and opportunity cost wasn’t a thing. Receiving one of those things is always the best.

Principle 2: Don’t be afraid to get a gift card to a specific shop you know they like with a suggestion for a product you had in mind.

If the guy has really specific taste that you feel makes it impossible to shop for him, don’t be afraid to do this. This is exactly how I am, and my wife says it makes shopping for me fraught. Thankfully in her case, my brother and I are both on similar wavelengths, so she’s able to talk to him for gift ideas when she buys me stuff, otherwise she’d have no idea! It’d be like me trying to buy her something for our home decor, like a rug or throw—I think I could choose something good, but the risk is high I’d screw it up.

Principle 3: Get something you know the father in question loves, but make it one step up in quality

It’s said that all you need to really enjoy a bottle of wine is to buy something in the next price tier above what you normally drink (so get a $20 bottle if you normally buy $10 bottles). In the same vein, if you know he gets a lot of enjoyment out of a fine dress shirt, get him a shirt that’s a step up in quality, make and fabric.

If he likes… —> consider as an upgrade…

Dress shirts

Banana Republic —> Hugo Boss or Canali

J.Crew —> Polo Ralph Lauren

Brooks Brothers —> Drake’s

If he has trouble finding shirts that fit well —> a custom shirt from Proper Cloth or Spier & Mackay

Pocket squares and ties:

The Tie Bar —> Brooks Brothers squares and ties

Brooks Brothers —> Polo Ralph Lauren

Polo —> Drake’s

Jeans he can wear with a tailored jacket

American Eagle, Abercrombie or Uniqlo —> Polo Ralph Lauren

Levi’s, Gap or J.Crew —> Sid Mashburn

Polo Ralph Lauren —> 3Sixteen

Leather dress shoes:

Aldo —> Beckett Simonon

Johnston & Murphy —> Allen Edmonds

Allen Edmonds —> Alden, Brooks Brothers’ Peal & Co., or a sleek European maker like Crockett & Jones.

Combining this advice with the principle that it’s okay to say “Here, I got you a $150 gift card to Drake’s so you can buy a sweet tie” means that you can put great thought into your purchase, even if he’s got very specific taste.

Some specific gift ideas

01/ Drake’s pocket square (any will do but this Tiger print square is amazing, and my wife bought me one for Father’s Day, actually)

02/ Drake’s tie (if he likes and wears ties, Drake’s is the best; they make slightly more fun, quirky designs, not just the staples like the one pictured; see here for a summer sale selection I recently published with more product recommendations)

03/ Sid Mashburn Masai belt (great with faded Levi’s, these are made by artisans in Kenya)

04/ La Matera woven Argentinian belt (my own dad showed me these recently; a cool-looking, fun belt that would wear well with faded denim)

05/ Corridor heavy linen overshirt (pockets are a great help for a dad, and a flowy but heavy linen overshirt would be a great layer he could add over another shirt)

06/ Dapper Woodworks custom wooden tie rack (read my review of this, with a 10% discount code here)

07/ This Guy: Portraits of Modern Men’s Style (interviews and photographs by venerable photographer Jamie Ferguson of influential menswear personalities, such as Antonio Ciongoli of Eidos and 18 East, Simon Crompton of Permanent Style, Jeremy Kirkland of Blamo! and more)

08/ Subscription to WM Brown (men’s magazine with equal parts menswear, watches, fraternal shenanigans and miscellaneous photo essays by the eminently likable Matt Hranek)

09/ Astorflex Greenflex (lined, with a bit more structure) or Driftflex desert boots (unlined and soft like traditional desert boots). Some of the most comfortable boots there are; I bought some recently and literally got half a dozen comments from strangers on Instagram saying how much they love theirs and were glad I’d gotten some.

10/ The Italian Gentleman (a compendium with beautiful photographs and histories of Italian fabric mills, tailors, shirtmakers, and others in Italy’s storied history of menswear by Hugo Jacomet of Parisian Gentleman)

11/ Subscription to The Rake (international men’s style magazine, with more attention to fine menswear and what makes it special than the GQs and Esquires of the world, plus lifestyle content often told first person, gonzo-style)

12/ Randolph Engineering sunglasses (the original aviator maker for the U.S. Air Force, a still independently owned business making high quality eyewear in the USA).

13/ Patreon subscription to Blamo! (a great podcast with men and women in the fashion world hosted by Jeremy Kirkland; a Patreon subscription gets you access to special guest interviews and first access to local events).

14/ T25 or another of Shaun T’s fitness videos (Big dork announcement: I do silly exercise moves that a ripped, shirtless dude on my iPad tells me to do in our spare room in order to stave off Dadbod for 25 minutes a day. But, you know what? It’s a one-time expense, no gym fees, no commute to the gym, and I save tons of time).

Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there, and I hope this guide is helpful for those looking to get the fathers in their own lives something that communicates how special he is to you! If you need help choosing between two options or want advice for the father you’re buying for, feel free to comment below and I’ll get in touch!

(Help support this site! If you buy stuff through my links, your clicks and purchases earn me a commission from many of the retailers I feature, and it helps me sustain this site—as well as my menswear habit ;-) Thanks!)

Read more at Menswear Musings

#father’s day 2020 #Fathers day #gift guide #Menswear Musings Recommends #recommends

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rainsonata · 5 years ago

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Doppelgänger 4/15

Chapter 04: Revelations

Fandom/Pairing: Elsword; none Rating: T Word Count: 8,302

Summary: It was like looking into a mirror. What happens when one’s reflection talks back and throws uncomfortable questions? El Search Party struggles to find entrance into the Demon Realm, but Dominator has a plan.

Alternative Title: Dominator fucked up and now everyone meets their alternative selves

AO3 Link / FF.NET Link

— [Chapter 01] [Chapter 02] [Chapter 03] [Chapter 04] [Chapter 05] [Chapter 06] [Chapter 07] [Chapter 08] [Chapter 09] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15] —

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Class Notes:

Canon Path: Knight Emperor, Aether Sage, Daybreaker, Rage Hearts, Code: Esencia, Comet Crusader, Apsara, Empire Sword, Doom Bringer, Ishtar and Chevalier (Innocent), Bluhen

Alternate Path: Rune Slayer, Oz Sorcerer, Anemos, Furious Blade, Code: Ultimate, Fatal Phantom, Devi, Flame Lord, Dominator, Timoria and Abysser (Catastrophe), Richter

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Aether Sage

Her journey with Knight has been a long one, for better or worse. Five years of camping and fighting alongside with a teenager with muscles for brains, who grew up to be a considerate man with more experience in the battlefield and was better about thinking before he spoke. Aether had seen the many faces of her teammate - the good, the bad, and the stupid. So why did it feel like she was talking to a stranger?

What happened to him? ‘Knight’ slouched in his seat, made casual comments, and lacked tact in his words, eager to point out his observations. It was remarkable in the attention to detail he had and surprised Aether when he asked if her gloves were insulated to withstand magic backfires, but annoying when he started interrogating Crusader about his armor.

“Did everyone change clothes while I was out?” He asked the night before.

Hair as red as his eyes and perhaps showed too much with the unbuttoned jacket. Wasn’t he cold? It was summer in the Demon Realm according to Ishtar, but summers continued to be shorter than those in Elrios.

Concern was obvious on Empire’s face, “I’m sorry it took us longer to get here. I’m sure Ain can heal those for you.”

“I’m fine,” the younger Sieghart insisted when she wanted to inspect the injuries. “They’re not as bad as they look.”

Aether wasn’t as convinced but didn’t press on. She didn’t want to break up a moment between the siblings because the mage was sure she would have liked a moment with her grandfather if they were separated in similar circumstances. ‘Knight’ must have thought the same because he didn’t argue with Empire and let the elder knight dry him off with a towel. Damping his forehead with a hand cloth, the smile on the edge of Empire’s lips reminded her of a distant memory of her mother doing the same when she was a young child.

“You look different, Elsword. A little...thinner.” Ishtar commented.

“Do I?” He exclaimed, “Fighting demons is stressful!”

The demon sovereign studied the man, scanning the knight with her lips sealed into a straight light. Did she sense something? Aether did not hold the ability to detect El as much as Bluhen and Ishtar, or had access to technology that could as Bringer and Esencia did. It was a useful ability to have and could change the nature of battles on the whim if one took advantage of it.

Ishtar covered her mouth and giggled at his response, “You need to pay more attention to our fights then. You clearly haven’t fought me enough times to know what demons are capable of!”

“I might have to do that more often!” ‘Knight’ agreed.

Aether facepalmed. No, he was definitely Knight. Only an idiot would respond to a challenge in the same manner he did. It was very like him to grin at the face of a fight and see it as a way to build his strength. Demon sovereign or not, beneath the regality was a demon eager to find an excuse for fights and Knight was frequently happy to fulfill that with the occasional spars and with their other teammates.

Daybreaker asked, “Where did you find him?”

“Not too far from here,” Aether said. “You’re lucky you weren’t here yesterday. He looked worse without the bandages.”

On his back covered in burns and scratches, ‘Knight’ was unconscious when they found him, but was responsive to the potions. They found shelter nearby in the form of trees covering them from most of the wind and Crusader brought extra clothes and sleeping bags in case they found their friend. What they didn’t expect was the unusual behavior.

When he woke up in a jolt, a fire flared in his eyes before the redhead recognized their faces and stopped struggling, pausing to examine them with caution. What did the demons do to make him react to them as enemies?

The initial confusion met with bewilderment, demands for answers to questions of things she had no answer to. Why did ‘Knight’ have a sudden interest in what she wore and how she put up her hair? His reaction to Crusader was strange too, the inquiries to how the destroyer worked and what made the guardian of Hamel decide to stick to the original cannon he built. These were questions Bringer would ask, not the knight whose head was more often consumed by battle tactics and swords. The sudden attention ‘Knight’ held, interested in his teammates as if it was the first time they met. It was uncanny and out of character.

Daybreaker chuckled, “Then it’s a good thing he has you and Chung to take care of him.”

Aether stole a glance to the knight again, seeing him bobbing his head in agreement to something Bluhen said, awe and amazement when the priest closed his wounds with a flash of green light. It was an advanced form of magic she had read about in books.

“Don’t move too much,” Bluhen warned. “I healed the worst of the injuries, but your body needs time to recover.”

“Sorry for making you worried,” ‘Knight’ couldn’t take his eyes off his healing leg, mesmerized by the efficiency. Wiggling his toes, he spotted Rage and said with a sly grin, “Raven, you didn’t tell me! You finally realized the power in being shirtless!”

Aether couldn’t believe he had the gall to comment on the older male’s choice in armor. Well, she had thoughts of asking, but that was rude and inappropriate when what he wore was none of her business! He was going to get a lecture of a lifetime.

Bluhen was amused, “He’s right, Mr. Half-Nasod. You don’t wear a lot of clothes.”

“What?” Rage was taken back. Looking down at his armor, or rather ahem, a lack of it to where his vital organs were, the older male turned coughed with embarrassment. “Don’t be absurd.”

“Elsword!” Aether hissed, “Don’t say weird stuff!”

“Ow, not my ear. Please don’t curse me,” ‘Knight’ winced in seeing her hands ready to grab him by the ear in irritation.

Curse him? Aether pulled her hand away. She was skilled, but curses were not in her repertoire. It would take a mage years of experience and special training to perform the most basic form of the sort. Knight must have placed her in high regards to think she was capable of that. It was flattering, yet worrying. She wasn’t that kind of person.

It was as if ‘Knight’ had never left them. For a guy who found bruised and covered in bandages, the man was back on his feet, chatting and commenting on something Apsara said. Discussions about meat and barbeque were overheard when Aether leaned back to catch her breath. He asked Esencia about Remy and Moby and greeted Chevalier when he caught the butler sitting to the side of the conversation with a cookbook out.

“Do you know who attacked you?” Rage asked, “How many were there?”

‘Knight’ didn’t answer right away, opening his palms to reveal runes carved in red. “There are demons that shoot spikes and thorns on their back. Never saw them. There were probably at least eight or nine of them, maybe more.”

That explained the puncture wounds on his body. They must be strong if they took their leader by surprise, Aether was alarmed. She never heard of those demons. There might be more lurking in the woods and they were recovering from the fight with the Nephilim Lord. Their survival was because of Bluhen’s persistent healing and Empire’s quick thinking to come up with the strategic tactics to split the team for one group to distract Nephilim Lord and the other to hit the weak spots.

“How long were we in Demon Realm?” ‘Knight’ asked.

Bringer wasn’t one to mince his words and snorted, “Did you lose your brain cells? It’s been six weeks!”

“You know what they say,” he sang. “You lose track of track of time when you’re having fun~”

What kind of answer was that? The brawler stared, questioning if ‘Knight’ was all right in the head and Aether would be lying if she said she wasn’t too. What could be fun about surviving in the wilderness to avoid being spotted by demons? Although Knight was never good at sneaking around because he would rather take them head-on and bulldoze his way through things.

“That’s not nice to say!” Apsara scolded. “Elsword has gone through a lot. Let him rest!”

“No one is stopping him,” Bringer shrugged. “It’s not my fault if he slows us down.”

“It’s not a problem if it helps Elsword,” Bluhen interjected.

So much for the team meeting, Aether sighed. Her teammates were as lively as ever. This was supposed to be an opportunity for them to regroup and sort out their thoughts to address any questions before making their way back to Elrianode. As soon as ‘Knight’ came into the picture, their discussion dispersed into utter chaos. She almost couldn’t hear her thoughts through the noise her teammates were making. Aether debated on leaving the tent until she caught him chuckling.

“I’m glad you guys get along.”

“Who? Us?” Bringer pointed at himself and Bluhen, “You really have lost it.”

“Well, you’re not what I expected either.” ‘Knight’ grinned.

“What did you say?” Bringer glared and shook him by the shoulders. Despite gaining a couple of inches in recent years, ‘Knight’ remained shorter than the brawler by several inches, but laughed.

“How about we stop the conversation here?” Daybreaker appeared between the two. A vein popped on the side of the elf’s head, “You wouldn’t want to put Ain’s efforts into vain, would you Elsword?”

‘Knight’ caught the hint and rubbed the back of his neck. “Of course, not!” He sweated and changed the topic, “Uh, Chung! Was there anyone besides me back there?”

“When we found you? No.” Crusader’s expression darkened, “Did they hurt you?”

Hands covered in calluses and scar tissue webbed over the burns and cuts ‘Knight’ sported on his body. He waved his arms in frantic, shaking his head. Side bangs hung from the side of his head and his ponytail flicked over.

He kept his arms closed, legs closed inward that drew Aether’s attention to the red markings on his lower stomach and arms. There was no reason for ‘Knight’ to be wearing that ridiculous outfit after Crusader offered him a change in clothes. A nagging feeling edged in the back of her mind. Did Knight ever learn to read and understand runes? Aether was troubled in that she could not answer the growing number of questions she had about her teammate.

“That’s not it,” ‘Knight’ winced at the harshness in the guardian’s tone. “They protected me and I couldn’t do anything about it.”

“What do they look like?” Crusader asked.

“Funny you should ask that,” he said with no humor.

This gnawing feeling wouldn’t go away. It didn’t make sense. Was it that Aether didn’t know her teammate as well as she thought she did? Did those years she spent with Knight mean nothing when she couldn’t recall if he ever had interest or hobbies beyond sword fighting and battle tactics? Knight’s decision to sacrifice himself to the El cemented how much she and the rest of the group underestimated him for what he was capable of. It took yesterday’s disappearance for Aether to realize how little she knew of Knight as a person, not the leader of the El Search Party. She couldn’t even fathom why he chose to pursue things by himself until Crusader pointed out the obvious.

Aether couldn’t breathe.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he began.

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Knight Emperor

“How big is this place?” Knight gazed to see miles of his environment in a repeated pattern.

Crystals, cave, walls, more crystals, the occasional thorny demons not unlike the one that ambushed him and Rune. Their needle thorns pierced his skin and drained his stamina, but he had learned to dodge them after his legs grew numb for the tenth time. It left a tingling sensation before the effects take place and left him struggling to move.

The cavern layout was a maze looping itself around several times with more demons waiting for them. The Shadow Guards had bulkier shoulders with tall narrow teeth that charged and tried to crush Knight with its muscular arms. Wisp-like demons circled Knight and the child, eager to sap them of their strength and disappearing as quickly as they came. Longer fights and stronger enemies extended the further they drew away from their original point.

“Behind!” Knight shouted.

He pushed the child away from the charging demon, blocking its attack with his sword and using his weight to push it away. Narrowly avoiding getting bulldozed by the demon, Knight dug his sword into the ground to stand his ground in the earthquake and in the aftershock created by the demon. He drew his blade and swiped the Shadow Guard, pulling his sword into the chest and watching it twitch before it went limp in his hold. Jet black ink sprayed over the dusty floor. Knight leaned on his sword for support and breathed.

“You need to stop running off,” he gasped for air. “I don’t want you to get lost! What if something happens to you?”

Do they have a home? A nagging voice tugged at the edge of Knight’s mind. He didn’t know anything about the child. Who they were, where they’re from, why they were here, or even what their face looked like, but that didn’t stop him from being concerned. When he and Empire lost their family, they had each other and the village for support. What if the child had no one and that’s why he was alone?

The child covered their mouth with both of their sleeves, cat ears drooping from the top of their hood. Muffled cries came out and their body shook, the child lying on the floor with their legs sprawled out in a position that could not be comfortable. Worried when there was no response, Knight rested his hand on their arm, careful not to scare them. It then hit him how scrawny the child was underneath the layers of clothing. Their arm was thinner than Knight’s when he was around their age.

“Here, let me see your hands.” Knight let them wrap their hand around him in a tighter than expected grasp. “You’re okay.”

Was this how Empire Sword felt when she raised him? She used to track him by the trail of mud left at their door to catch Knight covered in scratches and grass-stained knees.

Arms covered in puffy sleeves and magenta gloves flopped over. Knight missed the curled lips for a moment when the gloves came off to reveal pale translucent skin. Pink and sweaty from running around with Knight, but otherwise no scratches for any indication that they have fighting demons.

He raised a brow.

It might be connected to their keen ability to sense demons, Knight theorized. Despite their small size, or maybe that was the advantage, the child was good at not being detected by the demons and snuck up on him more than once. He sometimes lost track of them and found them on the opposite side of the rooms without an explanation.

The child laughed. A soft chuckle laced with amusement and an all-knowing smile that held secrets they refused to proclaim, certainly not to a person they had met hours ago. Knight would be hard-pressed to think he was going to get the full story behind the child in the span of hours he had known them.

“See? Not a single scratch!” Knight patted the child on the head, “Just a little further and I’m sure we’ll be out of here in no time!”

The child hissed, shrinking away from his hand and turned their head. Knight retreated his hand with an apologetic look and mumbled a sorry. Right, they didn’t like being touched on the head. He hoped that his friends wouldn’t mind having an extra mouth to feed until they could find better living arrangements for the child. The battlefield was no place for someone as young as them.

Where was out? They were in a part of the cave where the air became acrid and unbearable for Knight to breathe, gagging when he inhaled dust and debris. It was dead silent for the entity of the trip except for the sound of their breathing and the rustling of their clothes brushed against the damp walls.

Glowing crystals lit the narrow paths Knight chose to follow to avoid the bigger demons, although, with his poor luck, there were more demon encounters than he could count. Numerous and crawling in about every corner of the caves, these demons were persistent and went after them once they spotted the humans until confronted. Most were weak and couldn’t stand to a few swipes and kicks, but there were a few craftier ones that required more creative strategies.

To his relief, no humans or signs of their presence were seen on their search for an exit from the heart of demon territory. Rune must have escaped and avoided the same fate as him, Knight smiled. If things didn’t work out on his end, he could at least count on his alternative to be safe. Another Elsword could always take the torch and find a way to restore the El.

The child stopped in their tracks, kneeling and lying one hand over the ground and leaning their head into their knee. Chains at the end of their coat curled at the edges, serpentine in movement as they swayed to the side. Knight thought they were chains from their mechanical appearance, but he could have sworn he saw them twitched the number of times he checked to see if the child was behind him.

“What’s wrong?” Knight asked.

A harsh screech pierced the damp air, echoes bouncing around enclosed walls and shaking the foundations for each bellow. The ground beneath them shook, gravel loosened and dragged Knight to his knees and head hung low. His tendons protested in the tugging and pulling, impatient and demanding as Knight hugged one arm around a giant crystal in desperation.

An earthquake. There were smaller tremors when he explored the cave, but this one felt bigger than the previous ones. Was this the culprit for the ones he felt yesterday?

Swinging his weight to a pink-colored crystal about a meter away from him, Knight used his remaining strength to pull himself up for a better view before he saw the looming figure emerge from the shadows. What was that thing?

Its body was enclaved with gems and ores. Luminescent stones erupted from its back, forming a crown around its head with blades on its limbs and lower body. Crystals formed vertically down one what appeared to be the mouth with little imagination needed beyond the many rows of teeth. Smoother crystals had curved surfaces embedded into the folds of the monster’s rough exoskeleton - on its chest, hips, and extra appendages sticking out from its body for purposes Knight would have preferred to be kept in the dark about.

Unlike the Shadow Drillers and Shadow guards that reached the height of a grown adult, the new monster’s shoulders dragged across the sides of the wall. Why should it let limited space hinder its movements through the tunnels? It left claw marks on the ground with its eerily humanoid hands, swinging a giant lantern made of the same material as its body with speed Knight wouldn’t have expected from a behemoth.

It vanished into the darkness and phased back into existence, appearing before Knight and swinging a chained sword in its wake. A dull, but blunt blade materialized in its hand. It had a weapon too?

He let out a less than heroic yell, throwing his body to the floor and sliding between the Dark Agate’s legs and pulling himself back up with his greatsword. Knight unceremoniously scooped the child up in a dash away from the unworldly monster, their legs hanging over his arms and hugging his neck for support. Nothing he couldn’t do, Knight reassured himself. This wouldn’t be the first time he fought a demon or a monster several times his size.

“Hang on tight, Knight told the child. “Don’t let go.”

They clung to him with their arms pressed tight around his neck. Good, they understood the dire situation.

Bringing his sword over his head, Knight took a leap, slashing the heavy blade over the Dark Agate’s numerous eyes. He used his legs to kick and roll away from impending attacks, letting gravity pull him to the ground in helping him dodge the spikes and needles shooting from the monster’s back. Its hoarse screams echoed the chambers and shook its foundations, forcing Knight to press his weight against the wall for support.

There was little time for him to catch his breath. A bronze sword swung at his direction, narrowly blocked by Knight’s greatsword. He struggled to redirect the blade, overpowered by the towering Dark Agate. Red flickered in his vision and the first blood dripped from his neck.

Reaching for his back pocket, Knight chugged half a bottle of Ventus’ Wing Elixir. It felt like he had swallowed the ointment Chevalier used to heal burns, a cool but burning sensation in his throat. In exchange, his legs became light and nimble as air. He saw his chance and ran.

The lantern it held in its hand brightened into dusty purple as the Dark Agate opened it, a blinding light rivaling the crystals in the caves. Knight charged, aiming for the wrist with the lantern to knock it off before it went off.

Strong energy levels of Dark El resonated from its body, solidifying and washed over them in waves. It became harder to breathe. Knight felt lightheaded and struggled to concentrate. His legs grew weak and he struggled to stand up. A familiar metallic taste reached his tongue, swallowing his own blood and feeling the heat travel to his head.

The room went pitch black.

Knight blinked and he heard the chains. He strained for signs of the monster, but his senses have gone numb from the battle. The sword in his hand suddenly felt too heavy for him to hold, slipping from his sweaty hands. Dark laughter echoed the caves and light flooded back into the room.

Knight didn’t notice until it was too late. Spikes hardened into crystals and pierced into his chest. His vision went red as his body went into shock and became limp.

He promised his friends he wouldn’t disappoint them again. They must be searching for him now and wondering where he was. Knight should have waited for everyone to be awake instead of going off by himself with only Bluhen for support. Lady of El, he made Bluhen worry for him again. His friends were going to be hurt because of him. Some friend he was.

Knight waited, lying in unbearable silence and darkness. Demons, monsters, the Dark El, they lost importance in a seemingly infinite amount of time. Darkness surrounded him and cradled him in a state that was half awake, half asleep. Pain returned to his body when he heard a familiar cackle from a distance. Gasps and whispers filled his head until it became too much, overstimulating yet underwhelming all at once.

The knight woke up with panic.

What happened? He had crystals buried into his body, but his skin was now free of shards and blood. His body looked fine, but Knight remembered how much it hurt. He should have died from the impact of having a few dozen shards shot through his body. How was he alive?

“Good morning!” A voice rang.

Knight froze. They didn’t sound like Rune or anyone from the El Search Party. This voice was nasal, a low whisper fringed with bemusement and mockery in tone.

Standing before him was a man with long hair that reached down to his ankles, curtained down the back like a billowing cape. A long-sleeved top covered his body with the collar hiding his neck. An unzipped hooded jacket draped loosely over his small shoulders and pants with belts were looped with chains. At the center of his chest held a pink core glowing in unison with eyes the color of the night sky. He sported a single scar slashed down one side of his face and had a set of six drones floating beside him.

“My hero!” Shark teeth peeked behind the man’s lips, “That’s what you were going to say, right?”

Knight recognized the drones, the sarcastic remarks, the unnerving giggling, and made the connections. There was only one person that spoke in a condescending tone like that.

“Add?” He choked.

Mad Paradox grinned.

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Rune Master

Rune was a magnet for the strange and bizarre - lizard men, ghosts, mermaids, and man-sized crab to name a few. Trouble liked to stir where he and his friends ventured, which was to be expected when one led a life of pursuing the El down its unwinding path of destruction. If Glave had the leisure to toy with him and the El Search Party with duplicates of former enemies that no longer existed in their world, then meeting his alternative self and those of his teammates was another weekend to the fire user.

At first impression, Knight’s mannerisms and the emblems embroiled were one of a Velder soldier with high honors. Red armor, a cape, and a well-balanced sword. It was a dream Rune once fantasized as a child.

Unlike the shadows from the Temple of Trials in Hamel, Knight was of flesh and blood, unashamed of prioritizing the safety of others before his own. Rune knew that much when the other fought off the demons to help him escape. There was no mistake that they were of the same core.

Did things have to be this way? Would the results differ if Rune held ground and insisted on fighting the demons in Knight’s place instead? Rune could muse on the what-ifs, but he would only come to conclusion with hollowed potentials that never came to be.

It was night time. The rare shining of the dimension’s sole sun had disappeared when they had lunch earlier. Rune’s first night in Demon Realm taught him that the moons rotated in irregular cycles; one of them lasted for half an Elriosian day and the red one took a few hours to cross the night sky.

“What do mean you aren’t him?” Crusader demanded to know. His question held the authoritative weight suiting for the future leader of Hamel, assertive and unfaltering. The man in armor looked and sounded like Phantom, but lacked restraint and wore his emotions on his sleeves with pride. Frustration was visible in his features, lines forming between furrowed brows.

Confusion, anger, denial. Painful raw emotions reflected off the people that resembled the people Rune came to see as family. In the minimal time he had the chance to meet and observe this new El Search Party, it hurt to stay silent and pretend he was their leader. He felt like a poor imitation of Knight and it showed from the reactions he garnered when he came out to them. It didn’t feel right to leave them in the dark and let them continue traveling with a liar.

“I’m not your Elsword,” Rune said with kindness reserved for evaluating villagers. A gentle and mild tone followed by a smile was met with quizzical stares. “I’m here to let you know the truth.”

“You’re here because we found you,” Aether corrected.

“You did,” Rune hummed.

“If you aren’t Elsword, then who are you?” Rage asked.

“William Phoru, silly!” Rune teased and stuck out his tongue like the mature adult he was. When there were no responses, the rune user sighed, “Doesn’t he follow you guys too? And I never said I wasn’t Elsword.”

It was the minor differences that kept Rune from mistaking them as his El Search Party. Aether left smaller footprints in conversations, small interjections and stealing a peek when she thought he didn’t notice. Angkor’s absence was an odd detail that left the fire user pondering if the demonic bat existed in Knight’s dimension. On the other hand, Rune didn’t mind because that meant he could have uninterrupted sleep without waking to the brat digging through his bag for spare El shards.

Rage was not the only party member who looked different from his counterpart, but he carried himself in a sluggish walk - a Nasod arm and a ridiculous proportioned blade dragging through the wet forest grass. He was effectively a walking Nasod-human hybrid tank covered head to toe in armor and blades.

“But you said…” Rage said.

Rune huffed. “Look, I can prove to you I’m not your Elsword.”

Saying his own name left a bitter aftertaste for Rune, foreign. Just because they looked different didn’t mean they were complete opposites. What did Rune have that Knight didn’t? Rune reached for his sword from his back, only to come out empty-handed and bit his lips. Did he lose his sword in the fight against demons?

“What’s wrong?” A woman with hair the color of fire looked at Rune with a serious expression, his older sister! Alternative universe or not, seeing Empire’s face was a reassurance that the red knight would be a consistency and things were going to be alright. Rune could always count on her to know what to do, or at least he hoped this one did.

Ashamed to admit he lost his sword, Rune backed away from his original plan. Then again, he could always resort to his plan B and do what he did best. Moving his mouth until someone told him to shut up.

“Then what are you?” Crusader asked. “An illusion?”

“He’s no illusion,” Bringer said. “Too annoying and talks too much to be one.”

Rune took one look at the brawler and chuckled, appreciating the bluntness one would expect from Dominator’s counterpart. That was one consistency he recognized, but the same couldn’t be said for Bringer’s clothes. Tight shirt and pants with arms covered in tattoos? Now that he knew it was possible, Rune was going to bother Dominator when he finds the scientist into wearing more black and leather.

“What are you laughing at?” Bringer turned pink.

“I’m glad you’re the same, Add.” Rune said, “But I never thought I would see you wear black.”

Bringer scoffed, “Is that what shocks you?”

“Not the strangest thing,” Rune shrugged. “Aisha formed a contract with Angkor-”

“Who the hell is Angkor?”

“A demon god.”

“You have a wild imagination, I’ll give you that.” Aether commented, mumbling to herself. “A contract with a demon god? In what universe? How hard did Elsword hit his head?”

Rune twitched. He heard that! Fall on his head? More than once. Damage his head? Unlikely, but he should probably reassess his personal bias. He didn’t count on having a tough crowd to win their hearts, but he sure as hell was gonna try if it meant breaking his head. Maybe not if he valued not getting stabbed by Ultimate. Or Richter. Or both.

“Aisha would never do that.” Crusader agreed with the mage, but paused. “What about me?”

“You became a marksman and infiltrate enemies before they can find you,” Rune was giddy in getting Crusader’s attention. “Raven’s arm looks different, Ara wears more black, and Ain doesn’t heal.”

“I wear too much white?” Apsara looked at her clothes.

“You told me the last one before,” Crusader sighed. “What about you?” Concern painted in sky blue eyes, a million of thoughts racing in his head in an inquiry that quickly turned into a series of tall tales he wasn’t ready to accept.

“You see, I’m very different.” Rune smirked, “I can shoot fire.”

It was satisfying to watch the shock on everyone’s faces. He didn’t remember seeing Knight using runes or fire magic when they fought together. This was going to be easy! This had to work, otherwise, he was going to have to get creative and start splitting hairs.

“Uh, huh.” Aether failed to be impressed by the claim. “And I can control time and space.”

Ignoring the skepticism, sparks emitted from his palms. Small fireballs danced at his fingertips, casting shadows stretching across his face.

“See?” Rune grinned. “Pretty cool, right?”

“You’ve been doing that since Ruben,” Bluhen cocked his head to the side. “Was there supposed to be more?”

For real? Poster boy had access to fire abilities too? Then why didn’t Knight take advantage of that when they were fighting? Rune extinguished the flames and hung his head, sighing in exasperation. That was the most obvious clue, so now what?

Rune didn’t hear the footsteps, a hand rested on his shoulder. Lifting his head up, he was greeted by a matching pair of crimson eyes gazing back. There was a visible determination not unlike Flame’s, but stern and unhesitant, holding a scabbard in hand. A black and sleek scabbard engraved with the title Knight Emperor.

So that’s what their leader called himself. Fitting name for a person with an equally impressionable sword that was missing from its case.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t save your sword. This was all we could find,” Empire apologized. “I’m glad Aisha and Chung found you.”

Tongue-tied, Rune gave a solemn nod. From Empire’s perspective, her brother disappeared and then showed up with off-putting claims, ignorant of Knight’s true fate. He could argue with Aether and Rage all day on who he was, but things were different with Empire. She looked too much like Flame for him to find the heart to correct her.

“Thank you,” Rune finally found his voice and accepted the scabbard.

Well-polished and clean, it was maintained with care. Strips of leather wrapped around the edges into a scrap for the owner to wear around the belt outside of battle. It didn’t feel right to possess something belonging to a man he had talked to for ten minutes at best. Is this what Knight would have wanted?

“Why are you telling us this?” Rage asked.

“Because I’m going to leave,” Rune turned to face his back to the side, away from the others. “I need to find my friends.”

He was going to make a plan and pray that the other was somewhere in Demon Realm. Rune wanted to believe his counterpart would be as tenacious and stubborn on dying as he was.

“Great, just what we need.” Aether rolled her eyes, “Two Elswords!”

“But we are your friends!” Crusader protested.

“Can your Elsword do this?” Rune stepped outside the tent. Flames exhausted from his oily palms. Red flares engulfed the oxygen in the air, smoke-infused with a sharp crisp scent of the forest. Fire burst into the sky in the form of a phoenix greeted by the stars.

“What are you doing?” Aether saw the fire shoot past her vision and hissed, “You’re going to give away our location to the demons!”

“I think the red brat might be right.” Bringer snarled at Bluhen, “Check his El Resonance. What do you see?”

Bluhen frowned, “It’s the same, but his energy is different today. His magic levels are higher.”

“What should we do?” Cavalier asked.

“The enemy might find us if we don’t leave now,” Daybreaker said. “Let’s move!”

Before he had a say in the matter, a pair of strong arms (one human, one Nasod) lifted Rune off the ground. His legs dangled in the air as Rage threw him over the shoulders, upper body behind and lower body hanging loose on the other side.

“Hey!” Rune pounded his fists on the older male’s shoulders. “What are you doing? Let me go!”

“We’re leaving,” Rage said. “You’re going to have to stay with us longer and tell us more about the other Elsword.”

Rune did not appreciate being manhandled. Plan B in convincing this El Search Party that he and Knight were different people was successful, but like the numerous plans he came up with, he failed to consider the next step once he reached his goal. Where were Blade and Ultimate when he was stuck in a rut?

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Richter

He looked at the starry heavens, reaching for the spot where he saw the burst of flames minutes ago, unmistakably Rune’s Phoenix Talon. Richter recognized the wing structures in the display of fire and sheer power.

On the day he earned his title as Richter, he also made a promise to himself in protecting Rune and the El Search Party for the things they have done for the priest. The time they invested into him despite the inconveniences when the Dark El attempted to seize his very being. For those reasons, he could not ignore when Rune was taken by demons. As foolish as humans were, they taught him the lesson that it was that ambitious trait that made humans survive longer than expected.

Humans have a phrase about having holes in their chest after suffering a loss, which Richter was quick to dismiss when Elsword first explained the concept. What humans failed to tell him was how much it aches when Rune was gone. Not even a month has passed since Rune was retrieved from the El and the redhead vanished.

Their team didn’t designate leaders, but Rune was the heart in their group of friends. His encouraging words and willingness to open his heart pulled them together; he was an optimist that gave people second chances even to those that didn’t deserve it. Numerous of their friends had the brains and intellect to come up with plans, but Rune held a moral compass that was hard to come by.

Richter felt a spark. Rune was alive, his El resonance electrified the air as soon the sky was lit with fire. Anxiety lingered as the celestial ran through the forest, ignoring the prickling sensation and his skin turning hot in overstimulation to the presence of Dark El and demons surrounding them.

“Is he still there?” Anemos kept her voice low, not wanting to disturb the forest’s inhabitants. It was admirable the lengths humans and elves sometimes underwent for the sake of others. He appreciated her for not feeling the need to fill the moment of silence with pointless chatter as some humans did.

“He’s moving,” Richter said; he felt Rune’s El resonance drifting in and out of his range.

“Then we move too,” Flame caught up with him and Anemos, hand over her claymore and legs closed together.

They were a group of eleven people, demons and Nasods or half-Nasods included. Richter was tired of counting, holding irrational hope that he had missed a number each time. Ms. Dark Mage and Mr. Ancient were caught up in a debate Richter could care less about.

“Extracting this is more efficient!” Dominator argued.

“What are you, stupid?” Oz retorted. “That’s a waste of resources when you can use a substitute!”

Devi was effective in dissipating their banter in a single sentence and a smile that made the two shudder. Richter did not envy whoever faced the wrath of the woman hailed from a kingdom now swarming with demons.

“Things will be smoother if we were quieter,” Phantom remarked.

“With our group?” Abysser snickered. “That’s not happening.”

“Maybe if half of us didn’t have such huge egos,” Timoria was bemused by the adults holding useless banter.

“If things go wrong, remember the setup we discussed.” Blade reminded them. “Get into your positions and wait for my signal.”

A former enemy, Mr. Half-Nasod was once the result of crude experiments conducted by Nasods. Years of observing the mercenary grow to become a reliable and irreplaceable team member left a bitter aftertaste for Richter. He didn’t hate Blade, but being next to the mercenary made his core seize in ways that irked the priest. The half-Nasod was demanding, throwing orders like Rune was no longer there.

Despite initial aggression and the visible conflict Blade had with his Nasod arm up until recently, Rune looked up to the older male. He pestered the mercenary, joked, and asked questions on the trivial things humans worried about (“Is it gay to want to kiss your best friend? Asking for a friend.”). If the mercenary’s expressions were to speak for themselves, Mr. Half-Nasod was uncomfortable answering those types of questions, urging Rune to ask his sister instead. Although Rune was a magic user, he continued to home his sword and went to Blade to enhance his skills and knowledge in the way of the sword. This remained true when his sister joined their growing party.

That familiar spark again. Rune, he was nearby. From below?

His eyes fell to where his feet were, something shimmering gleamed in the undergrowth. Richter felt the power of an El Shard coming through. He lowered himself to brush the leaves off, blinking when he felt for its form.

The grip and blade were infused with crimson material similar to Rune’s. A blue stone glowed where the cross guard met with the blade, an El Shard fragment. It was lighter than it looked and maintained balance when he tested it with one hand in checking for abnormalities. The owner took care of the sword and it showed.

“My scans detected Elsword,” Ultimate announced. “He is ahead.”

Richter hoped that it was the correct one. Things would be unfortunate if their target turned out to be Rune’s counterpart, but would it matter? They would still be Elsword, kind-hearted and naive with the strong belief that everyone could get along. It was a childish belief, but Richter had witnessed the Rune Master achieve the impossible more than once.

But would the other Elsword recognize him? What if Richter never existed in the other Elsword’s universe? There would be nothing for Rune’s counterpart to remember if Ishmael found another solution in restoring the El. Was that something Richter could live with?

“We’re almost there,” An arm reached out, a firm hand resting over Richter’s. Flame smiled, “He’s waiting for us.”

Claymore out, Ms. Fire walked in stride with her legs spread out and a fierce grin directed at Richter. Wild braids combed past her back and the fire knight had sparks dancing in her palms. It was easy to understand why Rune looked up to her. She held confidence and purpose in her words, unchallenged and unapologetic in her actions. Her words shook Richter from his trance.

“He has caused trouble,” Richter said.

“Yes,” she agreed. “That’s why we’re here to rescue him again.”

A rare smile appeared on Richter’s features, “He won’t appreciate hearing that.”

“I know,” Flame grinned.

Through cupped hands, Blade let out a soft caw, crowing into his mic piece. That was the signal. It started out as a joke when they were investigating the fires in Velder, but the idea stuck.

Richter took the lead, summoning blades that materialized in his hands. His feet brushed past the grass and leafy terrain, no longer concern on making his presence known. Rune was here, minutes within their reach. He was going to repair what he did wrong. The priest refused to make the same mistake and lose sight of his friend, not after the El Search Party went through hell in the Hall of El.

He sensed them. Rune wasn’t alone. There were others, several of them at least. Their El resonance was luminous in his third vision, akin to fireflies in the summers he remembered in Velder. Each of them had a unique wavelength, a rainbow palette near identical to the people Richter had traveled with.

Humans. An elf, a Nasod, a cyborg, two demons, and a replica, Richter noted with disdain. There were several of them. Their faces were mirrors of his friends, impersonations that looked like the El Search Party, but the disparities were ludicrous, flimsy caricatures of themselves. Mr. Ancient’s claim was correct. He had found their counterparts. Richter strained his eyes for red hair.

“I’m behind,” a female voice spoke to him through his communicator. “Don’t attack.”

Footsteps followed closely from behind. Leaping through the forest on high heels, Anemos landed beside him. Mr. Guardian and Ms. Dark Mage were with her. The demon that followed Oz seemed right at home, flicking his tails and snickered to the dark mage for reasons Richter failed to see.

“Creepy, isn’t it?” Oz saw the small group. “I don’t see Elsword yet.”

“There’s more of them,” Dominator said. “They’re being careful if they’re moving in smaller groups like us.”

That meant they had people in their group doing the planning too, Richter thought. He wouldn’t expect less from their counterparts. This was where Rune has been hiding? He glanced at the gray-haired man swinging a pendulum similar to his. It appeared that the Ain of this world chose a different path. Richter could not sense Ishmael’s will in him. Seeing the fear in his own face made the priest frown. Why was he scared?

“Who’s there?” The replica turned his head to where Richter and the others were hiding, “Show yourselves!”

“He’s demanding like you,” Dominator snorted.

Richter leered at the scientist. His counterpart wasn’t a fool then if they sensed their presence. The priest pulled himself away from his hiding spot to get a better look at his other self, but a pair of legs dashed past him before Richter would speak up.

“You have a keen eye,” Anemos commended his other self. “We have a friend that can do that too.”

“We?” The other Ain blinked, “Why are you here?”

“We’re looking for a friend of ours,” Phantom said. “He’s about this tall, red hair, yells like an idiot.”

His counterpart stopped smiling, lips curled at the end, but conflict was visible in their eyes in their struggle to articulate. Richter understood the feeling. They were overwhelmed, speechless in the sudden appearance of people who looked and sounded like their friends. He almost pitied himself if not for the fact that they provided no answers.

“We’re looking for a red brat too,” a man in a black coat interjected. Mr. Ancient? His physique was a diversion from Dominator’s, lean but muscular with the face of a delinquent. “It’s been two days since he left.”

“You didn’t answer his question,” Dominator studied his counterpart before gazing at the rest of the opposing El Search Party. “There are supposed to be more of you. Where’s Nasod arm?”

“I don’t have to answer to you,” Mr. Ancient in black scowled.

“That’s too bad,” Dominator drawled. “Because I thought you would be more cooperative. I guess a muscle head like you wouldn’t be interested.”

“Fuck off!” The brawler growled.

The scientist smirked, “Do you speak to your mother with a mouth like that? No matter, I have ways of making people like you talk.”

“I’m getting a headache listening to these two talk,” a woman that looked like Ms. Dark Mage muttered to a butler dressed in shades of blues.

“Where did you get that?”

Richter looked to see where his counterpart was pointing at. It was the greatsword he found on the ground earlier.

“I found it,” Richter said.

“Ain?” A male voice came from a distance, “Hey, Ain! Guys!”

Both Ains turned to see Rune flopped over the back of a man with a Nasod arm. The redhead pulled his upper body up to wave at Richter, “You looked for me?”

“That’s Ain?” The other Ms. Fox exclaimed with bewilderment.

“Of course we looked for you!” Oz shouted, “Don’t think we were going to leave without you!”

Rune was safe, Richter breathed. But what was the other Mr. Half-Nasod doing with the fire user and what kind of clothes was he wearing? It was the type of attire Rune once tried to convince Blade that it was what adventurers wore for casual wear.

“Why do you have his sword?” His counterpart asked. “What happened to him?”

Richter looked to the other with no answer. That sword belonged to the other Elsword? He empathized with his alternative in losing someone they were close to, but he remained silent. They had Rune and he wanted him back. There was no point in talking if nothing he said would give the other El Search Party a lead to where their Elsword could be.

“Give him back,” Phantom looked to Blade’s counterpart for compliance. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you need to let Elsword go.”

The other Mr. Half-Nasod turned the other way and ran off with Rune over his back. Rune opened his mouth, but Richter could not discern what the fire user was yelling through the wind. They were heading deeper into the forest.

The brief moment of peace between the two parties disputed into utter chaos. Screams of panic and accusations flew back and forth between the groups like bullets, lasers and magical blasts exchanged to one another.

Light flashed around Richter, long blades emerged from the power of the goddess to lend him her powers. His blades ran their course, glowing in a hot flash of anger. Wind currents followed the priest, leaving cracks in his footsteps in his pursuit for Mr. Half-Nasod’s look alike.

A white spear with an orange orb enclaved at the center appeared in Richter’s peripheral vision. Its owner performed a deadly dance, a transparent veil wrapped around a wide-eyed woman who looked like Devi. The demons’ and Ms. Nasod Queen’s other selves were also here. He could make out their outlines as they shouted at Devi’s look-alike for instructions.

Richter glared at the shadowed figures. He was surrounded.

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