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dissapointu Ā· 3 days ago
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heyy!! can you do how arcane characters would react to a reader with bpd? I have it and its really hard to deal with
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I personally don't have Bpd so I hope I was able to write for it- lmk if I got it completely wrong.
Jinx
Arguments with Jinx are a whole event. Sheā€™s already impulsive and emotional, so when youā€™re spiraling, itā€™s like pouring gas on a fire. Sheā€™ll yell, throw something (not at you, but stillā€”chaotic), and storm off dramatically. But the second she sees you starting to crumble, her face softens, and sheā€™s all, ā€œHey, hey, donā€™t cry, okay? Iā€™m the crazy one, remember?ā€
Sheā€™ll make up for it with grand, ridiculous gesturesā€”like painting a giant heart on the wall with ā€œSORRYā€ inside it or showing up with an armful of random things she thinks youā€™ll like (a half-broken music box, a live rat, some Piltie trinket she swiped). Daily life with her is unpredictable. Sheā€™ll match your mood swings and throw in some of her own, but sheā€™s always there to hold you through the aftermath, whispering, ā€œItā€™s us against the world, baby.ā€
Vi
Vi has this big sister energy, so she tries to stay calm during arguments, but letā€™s be realā€”sheā€™s not a saint. If you start pushing buttons, sheā€™ll fire back, arms crossed, scowling like, ā€œOh, so this is my fault now?ā€ But the second she sees that shift in your expression, that look like youā€™re about to spiral, sheā€™ll stop mid-sentence and sigh.
ā€œCome here,ā€ she says, pulling you into a hug even if youā€™re still mad. ā€œI didnā€™t mean it. You know Iā€™m an idiot sometimes.ā€
Sheā€™s great at grounding you during bad daysā€”holding your hand, distracting you with dumb stories about Powder or her childhood. Daily life with Vi is full of banter and teasing, but sheā€™s also super protective, always making sure you know youā€™re safe with her.
Sevika
Arguments with Sevika are INTENSE. Sheā€™s not great with emotions, so when youā€™re on edge, sheā€™s either trying to fix it logically (spoiler: it doesnā€™t work) or getting frustrated. ā€œWhat do you want me to do? Tell me, and Iā€™ll do it!ā€ sheā€™ll snap, her mechanical arm whirring in frustration.
But once she realizes sheā€™s made it worse, sheā€™ll sit beside you in silence, waiting for you to calm down. Then sheā€™ll quietly say, ā€œI donā€™t get it, but Iā€™m trying. For you.ā€
Daily life with Sevika is steadyā€”she likes routine, which can be comforting when youā€™re feeling unstable. Sheā€™ll bring you food when youā€™re too drained to eat and let you vent while she works. If you get clingy, sheā€™s the type to roll her eyes but secretly loves it when you hold onto her like a lifeline.
Silco
Silco approaches everything with the cold, calculating precision of a chess player, including your BPD. During arguments, heā€™s quiet but firm, and sometimes his calm demeanor makes you feel worse, like he doesnā€™t care. But the moment he sees tears in your eyes, his voice softens.
ā€œEnough,ā€ he says gently, stepping closer. ā€œIā€™m not leaving. Stop telling yourself that.ā€
Heā€™ll sit with you until the storm passes, stroking your hair and murmuring reassurances in that low, gravelly voice of his. Daily life with Silco is structuredā€”he thrives on stability and will gently encourage you to find your own, whether thatā€™s a routine or a grounding technique. Heā€™s not the best at expressing love, but his actionsā€”bringing you tea, remembering the little thingsā€”say everything.
Vander
Arguments with Vander are rare, but when they happen, it breaks both of your hearts. He hates seeing you upset, especially when youā€™re directing all that anger at yourself. ā€œHey, donā€™t do that,ā€ he says, his voice full of worry. ā€œYouā€™re not a bad person.ā€
Heā€™ll pull you into a hug, even if youā€™re still yelling, and just hold you until you calm down. ā€œIā€™m not going anywhere,ā€ he whispers. ā€œWeā€™ll figure it out.ā€
Daily life with Vander is comfortingā€”heā€™s patient and steady, always making sure you feel loved. Heā€™ll cook for you, listen to your rambles, and let you cry into his chest when it all feels like too much. Heā€™s your rock, and you know heā€™ll never let you fall too far.
Ekko
Ekkoā€™s a sweetheart, but arguments can get heated because he cares so much. ā€œWhy do you always think Iā€™m gonna leave?ā€ heā€™ll ask, frustration lacing his voice. But then he sees you breaking down and immediately softens.
ā€œHey, no, I didnā€™t mean it like that,ā€ he says, pulling you close. ā€œYouā€™re stuck with me, okay? Forever.ā€
Daily life with Ekko is fun and supportive. Heā€™ll crack jokes to make you laugh on bad days and bring you little giftsā€”flowers he found, gadgets he fixedā€”just to see you smile. Heā€™s great at reminding you of your worth when you canā€™t see it yourself.
Jayce
Jayce doesnā€™t get BPD at first, but heā€™s trying, okay? Arguments can get messy because heā€™s such a fixer. ā€œWhat do you mean you donā€™t want advice? Iā€™m trying to help!ā€ heā€™ll say, running his hands through his hair.
But after a while, he learns to just listen. Heā€™ll apologize quickly, his voice soft and full of regret: ā€œI didnā€™t mean to make it worse. I just want to be here for you.ā€
Daily life with Jayce is full of love and enthusiasm. Heā€™s always hyping you up, reminding you how amazing you are. If youā€™re having a bad day, heā€™ll drop everything to take you out for a walk or snuggle up with you on the couch.
Viktor
Viktor is SO patient. Arguments donā€™t happen often because heā€™s great at de-escalating situations. ā€œI understand,ā€ he says softly when youā€™re upset, his voice calm and measured. ā€œI know it feels like that right now, but itā€™s not true.ā€
Heā€™s the king of quiet, steady love. Daily life with Viktor is peacefulā€”he lets you sit with him while he works, always making sure youā€™re comfortable. On bad days, heā€™ll bring you tea and remind you, ā€œYouā€™re not a burden. Never.ā€
Caitlyn
Caitlyn is a problem-solver, so arguments can get frustrating because she wants to fix everything, even when you just want her to listen. ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ she says eventually, taking your hands in hers. ā€œIā€™ll try to do better. Justā€¦tell me what you need.ā€
Daily life with Caitlyn is filled with small acts of loveā€”sheā€™ll leave you little notes, bring you flowers, and make sure you feel secure. Sheā€™s incredibly understanding, always willing to talk things through when youā€™re ready.
Mel Medarda
Mel is the definition of grace under pressure. During arguments, she stays calm, even when youā€™re spiraling. ā€œI know you donā€™t mean that,ā€ she says firmly, but her eyes are full of understanding.
Sheā€™s amazing at making you feel groundedā€”pulling you into her lap, stroking your hair, and whispering, ā€œItā€™s okay. Weā€™re okay.ā€ Daily life with Mel is luxuriousā€”she spoils you with gifts and quality time, always making sure you feel loved and valued.
Ambessa Medarda
Ambessa is a bit of a bulldozer during arguments, but not out of maliceā€”sheā€™s just used to being in control. ā€œYouā€™re stronger than this,ā€ sheā€™ll say, her tone sharp. But the moment she sees your tears, she softens.
ā€œI didnā€™t mean to push,ā€ she says, placing a steady hand on your shoulder. ā€œYou donā€™t have to fight this alone.ā€
Daily life with Ambessa is protectiveā€”sheā€™s always making sure youā€™re cared for, whether thatā€™s bringing you food, making sure you rest, or just standing by your side like an unshakable force.
TL;DR: Everyone loves you in their own messy, flawed way because youā€™re worth every bit of the work. <3
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solomonomenon Ā· 15 hours ago
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skz's first thought when they see an attractive woman
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his mind goes into overdrive. heā€™s immediately hit with this rush of energy, like heā€™s ready to compete for her attention, but at the same time, heā€™s trying to play it cool. you know heā€™s imagining all the slick moves he could make, but thereā€™s also a part of him thatā€™s like, chill, donā€™t overthink it, just wait for the perfect moment. heā€™s caught in this inner tug-of-war between making a move right away and just soaking in the moment while plotting how to stand out.
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heā€™s a mess inside, even if he looks calm on the outside. at first, heā€™s all smiles, thinking,Ā sheā€™s cute, I could totally vibe with her,Ā but then doubt creeps in. he starts overthinking, maybe even comparing himself to the crowd around her. deep down, thereā€™s this flicker of vulnerability, like heā€™s thinking,Ā would she even notice me, though?Ā heā€™d never show it, of course, but inside, itā€™s a mix of playful interest and a touch of heartbreak before he even says hello.
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he sees her, andĀ bamā€”his brain goes wild. heā€™s immediately struck by her beauty, thinking sheā€™s absolutely got it all. then his confident, intense side kicks in, and heā€™s analyzing her like, yeah, I know exactly how to charm her.Ā but thereā€™s also this darker, more primal side of him thatā€™s like,Ā sheā€™s trouble, and I love it.Ā heā€™s the type to admire her from afar while imagining all the bold, thrilling ways he could sweep her off her feet.
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his reaction is like a mix of dreamy and earnest. he spots her and immediately starts picturing some romantic, poetic scenarioā€”like offering her a flower or writing her a song. but thereā€™s also a playful, carefree side of him thatā€™s like,Ā what if I just walked up and said something totally random?Ā heā€™s imagining all the sweet, heartfelt ways to grab her attention while also entertaining the idea of just being himselfā€”charming, quirky, and maybe a little impulsive.
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he spots her and feels this pull, likeĀ wow, sheā€™s something special,Ā but then heā€™s all,Ā nah, donā€™t get ahead of yourself.Ā his thoughts start bouncing aroundā€”heā€™s wondering if sheā€™d even notice him, imagining little scenarios where he tries to get her attention, but then he also kind of zones out, like,Ā whatā€™s the point?Ā heā€™s intrigued but also keeps one foot out the door, just in case sheā€™s too good to be true.
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heā€™s soft but lowkey deep about it. he sees her and instantly starts wondering aboutĀ whoĀ she really isā€”like, what her story is, what sheā€™s like when no oneā€™s watching. thereā€™s a part of him that feels fated, likeĀ maybe I was meant to see her,Ā but instead of rushing in, he holds back, thinking, should I even approach her?Ā heā€™s more reflective, imagining theĀ what-ifsĀ while staying in his own little dreamy bubble.
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his first thought is pure restraint. he sees her, and thereā€™s this intense mental battle where heā€™s keeping his cool, telling himself,Ā donā€™t get distracted.Ā but letā€™s be real, sheā€™s in his head now. heā€™s analyzing every detail, weighing whether itā€™s worth approaching her, and maybe even thinking,Ā could she be a challenge?Ā thereā€™s a hint of a competitive edge, too, like he wouldnā€™t mind winning her over just to prove he could. but mostly, heā€™s locked in his thoughts, trying not to let her beauty throw him off his game.
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he sees her and itā€™s like a spark of excitement lights up inside him. heā€™s immediately intrigued, admiring her beauty in this sweet yet curious way, while also imagining how she might react if he actually said something. thereā€™s a playful, almost innocent vibe to his thoughts, like heā€™s thinking,Ā what would she say if I walked up to her?Ā heā€™s fascinated but also has this grounded side, imagining how he could subtly impress her without coming on too strong.
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creative-kny-fics Ā· 3 days ago
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My dude, I am on a mission to find more Lee!Gyokko content, but it seems Iā€™m the only one to have made that a thingā€¦
So if you could..
would you pretty..
PRETTY please make a TK fic of Lee!Gyokko with any ler?
I ask you because youā€™re one of the best TK writers I know šŸ„¹šŸ™
Aaaaw, you're so sweet! Honestly, I don't consider myself a good writer, because I have different ways/methods of writing long stories, but it's nice that you think that about me. Sure, no problem! (stop creating art because you give me more ideas)
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Gyokko's live reaction lol
First Fic:
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Ler: Muichiro Tokito
Lee: Gyokko (UpperMoon 5)
Well well, let's start this, straight to the fight, Muichiro already had his new katana so now the fight was serious, at least like that in the anime.
'Now, prostrate yourself before my beauty!', he received no response.
Muichiro just stared at him, stunned when he started yelling at him, although he remained calm, saying that he had told him many minutes ago to shut up, and to finish...
'I'm not surprised by what you've done'.
He tried to hit, a single blow and that little boy would have turned into a pile of fish, fortunately he is not just any little boy, he is a hashira, so it was not that difficult for him to dodge that attack.
'What's happening? Are you going to hide in a tree? I thought trees were prohibited in the playground...'
'No, I just climbed up here so I wouldn't be around your disgusting smell, take a shower, don't you think you need it?'
Muichiro looked closely, for a demon, it was one of the strangest he had ever encountered, it was half fish and half human? Or what the hell was it?
Whatever it was, I noticed something about him, that was... A belly button...?
It was probably the most human thing he had, and he was curious, it was something strange, honestly.
'What's happening? Do you finally appreciate my true beauty?'
'You don't have any beauty, honestly, I'm just curious... And what is that?'
'That?! What are you implying?! I am a perfect creature! I have no imperfections! How dare you?! You're going to-!', as I said before, was probably the only human thing Gyokko had.
As soon as he touched what for Gyokko was an "imperfection", his figure changed from being a large, long snake to being something similar to a sea slug, in Muichiro's words.
'What happened to me...? No, this is inconceivable, what the hell is this?!', and yes, Gyokko had no idea what had happened to him.
He felt a chill, something that made him turn that way, and if it wasn't humiliating enough, he felt the hashira that he HAD TO KILL pick him up and look at him curiously, as if he were a dog or a baby.
'What? What happened to you? I don't see you as threatening anymore, huh, now you're so easy to crush...'
'GET ME DOWN YOU FUCKING BRAT, IF YOU DON'T GET ME DOWN I'LL TEAR YOUR ARM OFF!'
'Oh really? In that situation? With that size? I only did this and made you this size, will it be that if I do it again, you will shrink more and more until you just disappear?'
That was ridiculous, there was no way for that to happen, she just took it unnoticed, just that, this "humiliation" would not let him pass, but what do you think...
As soon as he wanted to regain his size, the same movement, the same feeling of before, but this time he had the impulse to use his tail to try to stop the boy's arm, was it strange for him? Definitely
'I understand what's going on, you're ticklish, who knew, your only weaknesses were supposed to be the nichirin katanas and the sun... I think I just discovered a new one, hah, how ironic...~'
'Yo-yohou're wrohohong...! I a-am... I am ahahaha... Pe-peheherfehehehect crehehahahat-tuhuhure...!'
'Whatever you say, you're not going to deny that at some point you were human and part of those sensations stayed with you, of course, if at some point you were human because you look like a fish...'
'Dahahahamn bra-brahahat!! I-I'll kihihill y-yohohou!!', I don't think so, at least not at the moment
Did you think it was bad? Na-ah, Muichiro was just playing with him, he was just putting his hands up his sides, he didn't even have to hold him up, his tail didn't leave his arm and if he did, he would fall, so, he wasn't running away or anything like that.
'Who knew... Heh, weren't you a powerful creature? Because I see that you are falling apart at a few small, light touches...'
'Fu-fuhuckihihing li-lihahahahar!!'
'Heh, what if I do this again?'
As I said, Muichiro was just playing with the demon, all he had to do was put his finger in its navel again for the grip on its tail and its desire to escape to increase.
Hah, Muichiro was having fun, it was kind of weird, but how many chances would a hashira have of defeating a demon just by doing this?
He may leave him if he accepts his defeat, he may not, everything will be in the hands of the hashira
Second Fic:
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Ler: Douma (UpperMoon 2)
Lee: Gyokko (UpperMoon 5)
'But Muzan-Sama! I have something that will surely make you happy and closer to your dreams!'
'I care little. Do you think that shit can make me happy? Then take that information and leave once and for all with Hantengu to wherever you got that information, if I find out it's false, you're going to pay for it, get out of my sight!'
Nakime strummed her biwa and Muzan simply disappeared, leaving his "subordinate" on the ground, oh how bad, at least there was someone who cared about him, more or less.
'Dear Gyokko, why don't you share that information with me?'
'Eeeeh, I don't think that's a good idea...'
'Come on Gyokko, I want to know too! Share the information with...-!', tell you what happened?
Well, Akaza approached him, he was not willing to deal with his bullshit, the indication was clear that only Gyokko and Hantengu knew that information, so it irritated him that his higher rank was trying to find out, something that, for Akaza, he had no right.
'Has Muzan-Sama given you orders? He was clear, only Gyokko and Hantengu can know, why don't you go back to your stupid cult before I hit you again?!'
And yes, the scene continues with "normality", Kokushibo scolding Akaza for "slapping" his superior, Douma excusing Akaza, saying that it is his way of playing and so on, making the pink-haired demon more angry.
Kokushibo gave Akaza one last warning before leaving, which Akaza also did when Douma tried to speak to him again.
'Biwa woman, would you do me the favor of taking me and Hantengu to-! ACK!'
'Hey hey Gyokko, I haven't finished talking to you! Go ahead, I can be of great help to you!'
'Eeeeh, I think Akaza-Sama and Muzan-Sama were very clear...'
'Ooooh, do you want me to get the information out of you the hard way? It's fine with me!'
This was just a game for Douma, I think we all know that whatever the opportunity, he will tickle his partner, whether to annoy him or just because he's bored.
'Come on Gyokko, tell me the information! I promise not to tell anyone!'
'I CAHAHAN'T!! HAHANTEHENGU!! HEHELP MEHEHEHE!!'
'HEYIA! D-don't get me into that Gyokko!'
'It looks like you're alone... Come on, just tell me! I promise you won't even notice me! I just want to know!', and in some part, just bother him
Gyokko wasn't having a good time, why? I think we've already seen that Douma seems to have claws instead of nails, adding to the fact that he is a demon and that any damage that Gyokko did to him would simply regenerate, well, needless to say...
'Really? Are you going to continue being stubborn? Oh wow... I guess I'll continue then...'
'NOHOHOHO!! NA-NAKIHIMEHEHE!! GE-GET ME OHOHUT OF HEHEHEREEEE!!'
'Biwa woman, don't pay attention to him, he's fine!'
Nakime was already annoyed, so without listening to Douma, she ripped her biwa again and sent Gyokko and Hantengu in the direction
In turn, she gave another strum to send Douma back to his cult, finally peace and tranquility for her
Third fic:
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Lee: Gyokko
Lers: Aizetsu, Sekido, Urogi and Karaku (Hantengu Clones)
'Remind me why...? AYIE! I-I UNDERSTAND...!', let's go back to what happened a little.
Gyokko and Hantengu were calmly, everything relaxed, everything calm, even if the demons did not need to rest, it was a moment of tranquility, at least for Gyokko
No idea why he would have suddenly looked for his partner to rub his head and belly, nor that he was a dog to be doing that, but, to each his own.
'Gyokko... Can I go now...?'
'No, did I tell you to stop? No, right? So continue', on top of that they help him, he treats him like that.
But well, although Hantengu is a fearful person, he was not someone with that much patience, so, after so much time and having to endure Gyokko's verbal abuse, he simply got fed up.
'What is that light...?'
Yes, well, it wasn't a situation where Hantengu was in danger as such but, someone had to stop Gyokko, so he simply let out his clones, who looked quite displeased with what was done by his "subordinate"
'Since when does a lower rank than us have the right to treat us badly, eh?'
'Someone should teach you manners, so you stop being a spoiled bitch who thinks can have everything on a silver platter.'
'I feel sorry for you, but I'll have to obey them, I'm sorry, Gyokko...', honestly, he wasn't sorry.
Gyokko was already in a nice position, so it wasn't difficult for them to have to immobilize him and so on, he was literally crying out for it.
'WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?! WHE-WHERE IS HAHAHANTEHENGUHUHU?!'
'We, in a certain part, are Hantengu now you're screwed, I don't think you'll die from this, besides, you have more hands than us, not taking them out is your problem'
'IDIHOHOTS!!'
'Hah, insult all you want, but you're not safe from this...'
Anything worse? Nah well, first, his nails weren't that sharp but, if they were long enough to carry him into the story, added to the fact that Urogi has claws, literally, and has feathers, well, you can imagine.
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maxinemeows Ā· 2 days ago
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So multiple things inspired me to write this little angsty Flower Husbands drabble: their interactions in this season, the scene on bread bridge in Limited Life (and how Jimmy seems to be okay to ask Scott for lives as if they're nothing,) and also in general how I am noticing how their dynamic is more antagonistic and violent now (similarly how Joel and Scott are usually.)
Also, Jimmy not knowing who was Scott's soulmate when he was doing the Life Series quiz made me think that it would be cool to include here!
(if you know my last Scott post you'll probably understand why this thing exists- PGFJGHF.)
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A Deal with heartbreak
Session 6 started with a bang, multiple people dying because of the sudden appearance of the wildcard from today, Jimmy being one of them, making him be a red life now.
Scott walks near the cherry wood stairs of the Bamboozlers and looks around to check on them to see if they found out something new about the wildcard.
ā€œHello? Anyone here?ā€ Scott calls out until he notices Jimmy coming down the mountain. He seems to be wearing the clothes he did last session, but this time theyā€™re different colors.
Jimmy waves at Scott and approaches him rapidly.
ā€œHey.ā€
ā€œHey!ā€ Scott smiles warmly. Sure, Jimmy is red but he wouldnā€™t attack him out of the blue, even though last sessions he kind of did, but Scott hopes he wonā€™t now.
ā€œDude this wildcard is crazy! I canā€™t believe I died so quickly! I mean, at least I wasnā€™t the only one.ā€
ā€œYou have to be more careful Jimmy, Mumbo died last session so you might follow himā€¦ā€
Jimmy sighs and crosses his arms shaking his head.
ā€œYeah, youā€™re still a green man, I don't know how you do it!ā€ As Jimmy says that he gets an idea.
Scott shrugs at that. He just goes under peopleā€™s radars, though he is also good at the games, but better than Gem and Joel? Probably not.
ā€œScott man, I really need a lifeā€¦ Now that I am red is more urgent than yesterday! Please can I kill you?ā€ Jimmy puts his two hands together and tries to make the best puppy eyes.
Scott chuckles at his request, and for a moment he considers it.
ā€œUhm, sorry Jimmy, I really donā€™t want to lose a life now. I gave one to Pearl yesterday so-ā€ He gets interrupted as Jimmy gets closer to Scott, making him visibly more nervous.
ā€œOh! You gave her a life so she wouldnā€™t be red right? This is the same situation! Please man!ā€Ā 
ā€œBut thatā€™s different Jimmy! Sheā€™s my teammate and I also promised her that if she turns red she could kill me!ā€
With that said Scott thinks this is over but he then sees how Jimmy is suddenly holding a sword.
ā€œHow is that different? What about me asking you yesterday? Also! Our teams are kind of allies right? Donā€™t you think itā€™s a good idea to help your ally?ā€ Jimmy waves his sword around, making Scott be very vigilant of the situation heā€™s in.
ā€œI understand that, but Pearl, Impulse and Cleo are the first people I allied with this season! Of course I am going to prioritize them! Plus if weā€™re like this then Pearl was my soulmate a couple of seasons back so!ā€ Scott says that without thinking, realizing suddenly why this moment seemed familiar.Ā 
He, for a moment sees a black leather jacket and a long bridge extending on both of their sides.
Jimmy furrows his eyebrows in confusion and anger saying: ā€œWhat? Okay and? Also your soulmate wasnā€™t it Cleo?ā€
Scott finds himself dumbfounded. He steps back and sees Jimmy closing the distance, and as he does that Jimmy accidentally steps on a poppy when he swings his sword at Scott.
In that moment, something in Scott gets broken. His stomach feels like it's turning and his hands buckle into fists. A sword appears into Scottā€™s hand and he swings it to block the blow; he then redirects his sword near Jimmyā€™s neck.
ā€œIā€™ll give you 30 seconds Jimmy, to get out of my sight before I kill you for good.ā€ Scott looks coldly at Jimmy, his eyes beginning to glow, but not only that, multiple more seem to appear and open on his neck and arm, glowing alike.
Jimmyā€™s sword disappears into his inventory and he huffs as he turns around and walks up the stairs of his teamā€™s mountain.
Scottā€™s hands tremble. He sighs, and writes a mental note to not visit the Bamboozlers anymore.
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So I thought Jimmy was yellow at the end of session 5- checked, and he is red, but well this is a silly drabble anyways!
I had to make a reference to Deal with Destiny in the title okay? Was it obvious? Was it not?
Hope you liked it! ^^
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freakyandcool Ā· 6 months ago
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maelancoli Ā· 2 months ago
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Writing Intimacy
i often see writers sharing a sentiment of struggling with writing kiss scenes which honestly bleeds into other portrayals of physical intimacy. i see it a lot in modernized styles of writing popularized by the recent trend in publishing to encourage short, choppy sentences and few adverbs, even less descriptive language. this makes intimacy come across awkward, like someone writing a script or clumsy recounting of events rather than a beautiful paragraph of human connection.
or just plane horniness. but hey, horny doesn't have to be mutually exclusive with poetic or sensual.
shallow example: they kissed desperately, tongues swirling and she moaned. it made her feel warm inside.
in depth example: she reached for the other woman slowly and with a small measure of uncertainty. the moment her fingers brushed the sharp, soft jaw of her companion, eliza's hesitance slid away. the first kiss was gentle when she finally closed the distance between them. she pressed her lips lightly to gabriella's in silent exploration. a tender question. gabriella answered by meeting her kiss with a firmer one of her own. eliza felt the woman's fingers curling into her umber hair, fingernails scraping along her scalp. everything inside eliza relaxed and the nervousness uncoiled from her gut. a warm buzz of energy sunk through her flesh down to the very core of her soul. this was right. this was always where she needed to be.
the first complaint i see regards discomfort in writing a kiss, feeling like one is intruding on the characters. the only way to get around this is to practice. anything that makes you uncomfortable in writing is something you should explore. writing is at its best when we are pushing the envelope of our own comfort zones. if it feels cringy, if it feels too intimate, too weird, too intrusive, good. do it anyway! try different styles, practice it, think about which parts of it make you balk the most and then explore that, dissect it and dive into getting comfortable with the portrayal of human connection.
of course the biggest part comes to not knowing what to say other than "they kissed" or, of course, the tried and true "their lips crashed and their tongues battled for dominance" šŸ˜. so this is my best advice: think beyond the mouth. okay, we know their mouths are mashing. but what are their hands doing? are they touching one another's hair? are they scratching or gripping desperately at one another? are they gliding their hands along each other's body or are they wrapping their arms tightly to hold each other close? do they sigh? do they groan? do they relax? do they tense? are they comfortable with each other or giddy and uncertain? is it a relief, or is it bringing more questions? is it building tension or finally breaking it?
get descriptive with the emotions. how is it making the main character/pov holder feel? how are they carrying those emotions in their body? how do they feel the desire in their body? desire is not just felt below the belt. it's in the gut, it's in the chest, it's in the flushing of cheeks, the chills beneath the skin, the goosebumps over the surface of the flesh. everyone has different pleasure zones. a kiss might not always lead desire for overtly sexual touches. a kiss might lead to the desire for an embrace. a kiss might lead to the impulse to bite or lick at other areas. a kiss could awaken desire to be caressed or caress the neck, the shoulder, the back, the arms etc. describe that desire, show those impulses of pleasure and affection.
of course there is the tactile. what does the love interest taste like? what do they smell like? how do they kiss? rough and greedy? slow and sensual? explorative and hesitant? expertly or clumsily? how does it feel to be kissed by them? how does it feel to kiss them?
i.e. examine who these individuals are, what their motives and feelings are within that moment, who they are together, what it looks like when these two individuals come together. a kiss is not about the mouth. it's about opening the door to vulnerability and desire in one's entire body and soul.
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archiveofvirtue Ā· 1 month ago
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I absolutely adore the fic you just put out with Rafe! Hit me deep as someone that has been cheated on. You have a talent! <3 Rafe request idea! It just hit me, but I bought a sweater today from the Mens section at a store (better quality). Maybe you could do Reader and Rafe dating. He is falling hard and is super infatuated with her, one day she forgets that certain sweater at his place (which clearly on the label is for men from a mens store) and he is absolutely heartbroken thinking that she is cheating on him. Maybe he snaps, but more so in a super heartbroken, teary eyed and soul crushing way, lots of angst since you are so good at it!!!!
SWEATER WEATHER! āø» rafe cameron
notes / tysm for the request!! i loved writing this. may have gone overboard and made it a bit too dramatic but we love us some angst in this household !
content / rafe cameron x fem!reader, bf!rafe, angst, rafe with trauma, established relationship, accusations of cheating, comfort, 1.1k words
summary / when rafe finds out that your sweater is from the menā€™s section he immediately freaks. His deep rooted trauma and pain come to the surface and the fear of losing you almost ruins everything.
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You loved oversized sweaters. Feeling like a cozy hug you could wear. So when you wandered into the mens section one afternoon and spotted the perfect oversized sweaterā€”super soft, way too big, and in a deep gray colorā€”you couldn't resist. It was perfect for cool evenings with Rafe, wrapped up on his couch while you two watched a movie or just talked about anything.
You bought it on impulse, smiling to yourself as you imagined Rafe teasing you about how it was big enough to fit him. You wore it the next time you visited him, but totally forgetting to mention it as you were too caught up with other things.
Rafe was everything you wantedā€”strong, confident, but sweet in a way you hadn't expected when you first met him. He made you laugh with his rough exterior and soft heart. He made you feel safe, loved.
While Rafe, for his part, was falling deeper and deeper in love with you every day. He'd catch glimpses of you in moments you didn't even realize he was watchingā€”laughing softly to yourself at a text, tucking your hair behind your ear, or wrapping yourself in one of his sweaters. You were everything good in his world, and he'd do anything to keep you close.
So that evening, like so many others, you two stayed up late, talking until you finally kissed him goodnight and headed home, too tired to remember to grab the sweater you'd draped over his chair.
Rafe found it the next morning, and at first, he smiled. It still smelled like youā€”vanilla and something sweet, something comforting.
Then he saw the label.
Men's store. Size large.
The words hit him like a slap to the face. He knew you loved oversized sweaters, but this... this wasn't just big. It was from a men's section, clearly not something meant for you, at least not at first. His heart started to pound, thoughts spinning out of control. Who had you gotten this from? Who were you spending time with when he wasn't around?
He tried to push the thoughts away, but they clung to him. He could see it in his mindā€”you smiling at someone else, laughing, falling into someone else's arms, and it tore him apart. The relationship you guys had built, now felt like a lie, like it was all an illusion.
When you came over the next day, something was off. The moment you stepped through the door, you could feel the tension in the air. Rafe was a mess of nerves and heartbreak. He tried to keep it together, but the moment he saw you, something inside him broke. The sweater was still in his hand, crumpled and worn, and without thinking, he tossed it towards you.
"Who is he?" he choked out, his voice raw, filled with anger he could no longer control.
You stared at him, confusion in your eyes. "What? Rafe, what are you talking about?"
"This. It's not yours. It's from a men's store. You left it here... you're seeing someone else, aren't you? Someone gave you this."
For a moment, you couldn't speak. You could only stare at him, confusion turning into realization. He thought you were cheating on him. Your heart sank, seeing how much pain he was in, how deeply he was hurt by something that wasn't even real.
"Rafe," you whispered, reaching out to him, but he pulled back, his face crumbling with heartbreak.
"Don't lie to me, y/n," he said, his voice breaking. "I can't take it if you lie to me."
Tears brimmed in his eyes, and you felt your own chest tighten at the sight of him like thisā€”so vulnerable, so broken by his own fears. You hadn't realized how much you meant to him until now, seeing him overreact like this over a sweater.
"Rafe, it's my sweater," you said gently, voice steady despite the ache in your own heart. "I bought it from the men's section. I liked how big it was, that's all. No one gave it to me. I promise. I would never do that to you."
But Rafe couldn't bring himself to believe you. Not yet. His mind was trapped in the fear of losing you, of being second in your heart to someone else. Like it was with his dad and Sarah. The tears fell then, and he couldn't stop them.
Without hesitation, you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him despite his resistance. He was stiff at first, but you didn't let go. "I'm not going anywhere," you whispered, voice soft but firm as you rested your head against his chest. "It's just a sweater, Rafe. You're the only one I want."
He stood there, frozen in your embrace, and slowly the truth began to sink in. You weren't lying. The sweater wasn't a sign of betrayal, just a silly, oversized piece of clothing you liked. And he had let his fears nearly destroy what you two had.
Slowly, his body began to relax, his arms came up to wrap around you, and you could feel the weight of his emotions in the way he held you, like he was afraid you might slip away.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with regret, his face buried in your hair. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean toā€”"
You pulled back just enough to look up at him, eyes soft and full of understanding. "It's okay," you said quietly, brushing a tear from his cheek. "We're okay, Rafe."
He nodded, his eyes searching yours for reassurance, for any sign that what you two had wasn't slipping through his fingers.
"We're okay," you repeated, holding him close, letting him feel your warmth, your presence.
And for the first time since he'd found that sweater, Rafe allowed himself to believe you. He needed to trust you, to get over the fear of being abandoned. And deep down he knew that you could be the one to take his pain away.
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losersiren Ā· 7 months ago
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The chandlers decorated the ceiling above the spacious ballroom, giving a gentle glow to the people filling said ballroom. The social season has just started to blossom, giving men and women room to court each other if one is blessed with the opportunity for such an experience. Catching the eye of a reliable suitor is quite troublesomeā€“ most of the men here do not fit any of your requirements, and if they did, they would suddenly be caught in a scandal of sorts, causing them to be an outcast. Not a good look on you or your family name.
You idly toy with the fan in your hand, your gaze sweeping over the sea of faces in the room. The task at hand feels insurmountable, and finding a suitable suitor in this town is daunting. Perhaps, you muse, debuting late was a misstep, a decision that now seems to mock you. You could always become a spinsterā€¦and ruin your reputation and lineage because you choose such an idiotic choiceā€¦ regrettably it may be the easier option.Ā 
ā€œPray tell why youā€™re glued to this corner as if youā€™re some wallflower,ā€ A witty baritone voice whispers in your ear, the hairs of your neck standing upright while a cold shiver runs down your spine.
The sense of familiarity washes over you, and the resentment still lingers from years ago makes its way forward. The Earlā€™s son, your childhood close friend, who left you without a word after he said heā€™d be there for you.
What a bastard
ā€œHave you ever heard of personal space? Or have you forgotten the amount of lectures your mother ingrained into your head on etiquette when you were just a brat?ā€ You bite back with venom coating every word you spit out. You place your fan on your left ear.
ā€Ah, I see.ā€ He steps back and gives you space. ā€œYouā€™ve become cold-hearted towards me since my departure overseas. I was only gone for a mere moment.ā€ He switches his position from behind you to in front of you. He takes up your whole vision, his maturity, more evident now since the last time you saw him as a juvenile boy. It's been a few years, hasn't it? Yet he still has his teasing nature; no boarding school or amount of lectures can take that away from him. He bows a little lower than he should, his right hand to the opposite shoulder and his left arm behind his back. He looks up at you with those oh-so-regretful grey eyes. ā€œI wholeheartedly apologize for departing overseas in such an impulsive matter without even notifying you in any way. I shouldā€™ve sent you letters and a hoard of messenger doves to accompany youā€. ā€œBut I did not, and for that, my Lady, I've made a significant sin in your eyesā€“ I do not deserve your forgiveness, but oh, if you could grant me such a pleasure.ā€
His voice is as quiet and soft as a starving mouse stealing food from a kitchen, careful for only your ears to pick up his pleas for forgiveness. Just as though you were a goddess punishing him, which he should be reprimanded tenfold in his eyes, who was he to abandon you without a trace? Though the situation before was entirely out of his hands, he didnā€™t want to go to that goddamned private school that was away from you; he fought tooth and nail not to go. Every house servant had to push and hold him down because he kept fighting; even his family members were victims of his wrath. His father, The Earl, still has fading scars from that night years ago.
He shouldā€™ve fought harder for you.
People around you start noticing; who wouldnā€™t? One of the most prestigious Earls of this countryā€™s only son is bowing dishonourably low, borderline grovelling like a peasant caught stealing a measly loaf of bread. You feel eyes turning onto you, women whispering between their fans to one another, wondering in what predicament the next-in-line Earl would be for him to be embarrassingly bowing to a one-of-a-mill daughter of a viscountā€”a rank lower than him and a woman at that; your fan placement is not making it look better. Immediately change the position of your fan from your left ear to twirling it in your left hand, hoping he understands the situation he has put not only him but you in.
Ā He only smiles in return. ā€œStand straight; You look like a fool.ā€ You hiss, ā€œDo I have your forgiveness, Darling?ā€ a scoff escapes your mouth. ā€œThat is either here or there! Be proper. Others are watching.ā€ That doesnt deter him, nor does he care about them. ā€œSo my apology wasn't sufficient? Since you are thinking about everyone else but me.ā€ More eyes make their way onto the pair of you, and whispers grow with the exchange of gossip. ā€œYouā€™re acting like a child-ā€ He cuts you off. ā€œShall I go on my knees for you? I mean, I wouldnā€™t mind, but preferably, I would love to be in a moreā€¦secluded environment.ā€ A smirk graces his lips at the thought. ā€œOr shall I kiss your feet-ā€Ā 
ā€œYou are a soon-to-be- Earl! Has that school taught you nothing? God, youā€™ve become more insufferable, I swear.ā€ Your face feels warmer now, and embarrassment takes over you from his childish yet sincere teasing.
The young lordā€™s eyes fixated on you, on your lips, how your dress accentuates your already perfect self, your hands, oh, how he wishes to feel them against his. The years it's been since he saw you, he could listen to you scold him for hours on end; it doesnā€™t matter what you are saying. Just hearing your voice is enough. God knows it's been too long since heā€™s been deprived of you. He thanks his past self for sabotaging whatever male decided to even think of courting you. Though he was far away, his social standing never changed.
The lord decided by the second month he was away from you to pay his old servants to send him as much information as possible on the vermins that would try to nestle their way into your life. He wouldā€¦No, he has ruined anyone who wanted to get in between you two. And heā€™ll keep it that way. Youā€™ve stolen his heart since meeting him as a lad.
ā€œSo you wish for me to kneel? As you wish.ā€ He starts to kneel; gasps can be heard. But you stop him, holding his shoulders upright; his eyes widen as you touch him.
Youā€™re so close
ā€œI forgive youā€¦I forgive youā€¦ā€
ā€œI forgive you, Ambroseā€¦ā€
Ohā€¦
His name on your tongueā€¦.
His mind blanks. Has he gone to heaven? Oh, you sweet angel, you have him wrapped around your finger. And he wouldnā€™t want it any other way.
His smile is blinding as he stands and looks down at you.
ā€œThen now that's settledā€¦May I have the honour of a dance with yours truly?ā€
.." Or shall I beg more?"
End Notes: Fun fact (not really): I based most of this post on The Regency era, and that includes fan language! That is why I described the readers' actions with it. Placing the fan on your left ear means "I wish to get rid of you." Twirling the fan with your left hand means "We are watched." Thought that would be something fun to add (^.^)
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3hks Ā· 8 months ago
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Flaws to Give to Characters II
When I first posted "Flaws to Add to Characters," it gained a lot more popularity than I thought it would! And since you all loved it so much, here's another one!
>>> Selfishness - When one becomes too focused on themselves, they start to ignore those around them who've helped along the way.
>>> Indecisiveness - When one can't make a decision, ultimately, they are stuck and unable to progress.
>>> Self-Centered - Self-centered people are often too consumed with themselves to worry about anything else. Sometimes it's similar to selfishness, and other times it's not. They may be too vain or too busy victimizing themselves to care about others.
>>> Gullibility - A seriously gullible person is easy to trick, manipulate, and hurt.
>>> Skepticality - People that are just too skeptical can be difficult to deal with because they seemingly have to question every action. There's always a motive behind kindness, right..?
>>> Bluntness - Though honesty is the best policy, bluntness is something else. Being too honest can be quite hurtful depending on the situation.
>>> Pushover - Not being able to say "no" when one wants to makes it difficult to be able to advocate for themselves. Additionally, they can get taken advantage of and used.
>>> Easily Offended - This person will absolutely take EVERYTHING personally. Those around them have to be careful about their words, actions, or even behavior because they will look too deep into the most non-meaningful actions. This is usually a result of insecurity.
>>> Overthinking - We all have our moments with this one. Overthinking can often lead to indecisiveness, ensuring that a decision won't be made in the future.
>>> Impulsivity - Sometimes it's better to just think things through. Being too impulsive can lead to unideal situations, events, and outcomes.
Whaddya think? Were these helpful? I'm thinking about continuing these series, but what do you think? (Not gonna lie, these posts help me get my ideas and thoughts in order too.)
Happy writing~
3hks <3
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shxuga Ā· 3 months ago
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Not said | Sylus
I'm in love with this man, and I wanted to introduce myself by writing something about him in the best wayā€¦ fluffy and self-indulgent! I hope you enjoy the read, English is not my first language ;; Likes and respoted are aprecciates!
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It was crazy...
Yes, crazy. Because... How did you go from repudiating and fearing the infamous leader of Onychinus... to... to this?
His soft hair shook as he rocked his face to the left, settling his sleeping form better into your bed. And, clearly, as the mature woman you are and not at all affected by his celestial beauty, you did not annihilate the voracious impulse to shake your legs and slide your fingers through his pretty grayish strands.
You sighed, feeling out of place in your own home. In your own bed! With the curtains closed, somehow trying to wipe most of brightness of Linkon's sun, that your... Ally? Buddy? Lover...?
Gosh, you weren't even sure about that...
Yes, definitely, crazy.
You couldn't even try to figure out Sylus. No matter how hard you tried to collect each piece of his complex puzzle... Most of the time you felt at a dead end.
You blame his pretty voice, his sharp but gentle features, the damn way he pronounced your name, and how he acted when it came to you. God, his damn treatment of you...! That started being so cold, almost spiteful, as if with his words and behavior he will "subtly" (because the bastard wasn't subtle at all!) demand that you remember something he didn't even bother to explain.
The memories in your mind were confusing, blurry and melancholic.
It was strange...
You did not remember exactly that mysterious past, and your "first" meeting was undoubtedly bitter... And now, much to your regret, is the moment where you most feel that your relationship with him wanders on a different astral plane! Completely unrelated!
Because... What the hell were you two?!
There was something implicit there, something mutual that, for better or worse, neither of you had dared to utter. Plus, he completely contradicted himself at times like these. Where the words become extinct, the walls collapse and only that soft perfume of vulnerability remains that surrounds both.
When the cold, calculating and demanding leader became a mirage, leaving only a man... just Sylus.
When he laughed at your antics, and his pretty eyes crinkled in tenderness. Or when he poured honey from his lips, calling you affectionate nicknames that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. The stolen pettings, where his fingers lingered longer than they should along your hair, those times when his knuckles subtly traced your shoulders and the sides of your arms, or those moments where he let his fingers protectively around your waist.
Moments like these... Where without warning he arrived at your apartment, and took over your bed. If you had a nickel for every time his actions nearly gave you a heart attack, chances are your wealth would begin to rival his.
"Can't you sleep?" His hoarse, sleepy voice startles you, tearing you out of the limbo of your thoughts.
"How could I? It's past twelve." You complain, to which he hums, slowly opening his eyelids.
And there it is again.
Those damn eyes... Those eyes that looked at you as if you were the most important thing to him, with absolute adoration. Full of that affection that made your skin tingle and your knees weak. God, how come this man who initially acted like a demon... Did it end like this?
Overwhelmed, you decided to look away.
His large hand cupped your chin with a firm softness, encouraging you to return your gaze to him.
"Yeah? Is that why you haven't taken your eyes off me?"
Damn.
At this point, it should no longer surprise you that he'll notice those things... But damn! That didn't make it any less embarrassing.
He must have noticed your embarrassment, because his sly smile widened.
"You were looking at me with such intensity that I thought you were going to pierce my face, kitten."
"I-I don't...!" Excuses die out in your tongue, there is no use arguing. You push his hand away and sigh. "Just... I was just thinking."
That gets his attention. He rests his face on his bent arms, and you try hard to pretend that it is something as banal to other mortals as settling into bed, they make it look so perfect, so ethereal, like a muse out of a painting.
It was driving you crazy.
"Yeah? And what were you thinking, pretty?"
Once again, you have to do your best to put on your best poker face to disguise the effect that their disgustingly (wonderful, perfect, amazing) cloying nicknames have on you.
"Nothing in particular..." Your lie is evident, especially by how you avoid his gaze and nervously play with the bedsheets.
He hums, of course he doesn't believe you, in fact, you're sure he already gets the idea... But, as always, he gives you your space, followed with silent reverence the path you chose, and sticks to you with each of your decisions.
Instead, he pulls your arm and wraps it around you lazily, settling your face into his chest, barely hidden under a thin tank top. You can feel his nose on your hair, gently inhaling. Shame pulses through your bloodstream.Ā 
"Sy-Sylus...?!"
"Just pretend I'm one of your plushies and try to get some sleep." Sylus pronounces, and you perceive how drowsiness quickly takes over him. There's nothing you can do, not when those strong arms have you happily captive in their embrace. You can only huff and resign. You listen carefully to the pulse of his heart, as erratic as ever, even when he is in this calm state.
The haze of your memories returns to you for an instant. The smell of sulfur and blood, your fingers on a sword and his voice encouraging you not to stop pressing the dagger... Or else, there would be no turning back.
Absently, your fingers outline where the scar should be, unaware of the effect your touch has on it. He shivers, one of his eyes opens and you feel how his gaze shines with intensity, while he holds your wrist firmly with his fingers.
"Kitten..." He warns, and you lower your hands quickly. He laughs, that rich tone, snuggling back into you.
Once again, a sigh leaves your lips. You imitate him, burying your face in his chest, delighting in the persistent rumble of his heart and the manly scent of his cologne.
Yes, there was a lot he hadn't said... But his actions were very clear. And that was enough, at least for now.
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luna-azzurra Ā· 4 months ago
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Writing a Morally gray character
Think about their backstory, what shaped them into who they are? What do they believe in? And, most importantly, what pushes them to get out of bed every morning and keep going? These characters arenā€™t simple good or bad. Theyā€™re caught in the middle, in that murky, complicated space between black and white. Thatā€™s where they get interesting because theyā€™re constantly wrestling with themselves, trying to figure out the right choice, or if the ā€œrightā€ choice even exists for them.
You need to show this internal battle. Imagine your character being torn between what they believe is morally right and what they actually want. This is where the real drama comes in, itā€™s like watching them juggle their principles with their desires in real-time. Theyā€™ll mess up, and theyā€™ll make decisions that are sometimes questionable, but thatā€™s what makes them human and relatable. One way to really highlight their complexity is by putting them in situations where thereā€™s no clear answer. You know, those moments in life where everythingā€™s kind of a mess, and youā€™re stuck trying to figure out what the hell youā€™re supposed to do? Your character should face situations like that. These gray areas create tension because readers wonā€™t know which direction the character will go, and honestly, your character might not know either.
And donā€™t forget, growth is a huge part of writing a morally gray character. People arenā€™t static, they change based on what happens to them, and your character should too. Maybe they start off with a strong sense of morality but, over time, that starts to shift. Or maybe they start with shaky ethics and slowly become a better person as they learn from their mistakes. Growth can also go the other way, they could spiral downward, giving in to darker impulses. Either way, they need to evolve, just like people do in real life. Thatā€™s what keeps the story fresh and unpredictable. The last thing you want is a character that stays the same the whole way through.
Also, please, no stereotypes. A morally gray character doesnā€™t have to be a brooding anti-hero with a tragic past (unless thatā€™s your vibe, but even then, switch it up). Give them quirks that make them unique. Maybe they have unexpected motivations, like theyā€™re doing something shady for a cause they genuinely believe in, or theyā€™ve got a weird sense of humor that throws people off. Whatever it is, make sure they feel like an individual, not just a copy-paste character weā€™ve all seen a million times.
Even when your character makes decisions that arenā€™t exactly clean-cut or heroic, the reader still needs to understand why. Show their vulnerabilities, why they doubt themselves, why they hesitate, and why they ultimately make the choices they do. Itā€™s all about making them relatable, even when theyā€™re walking that fine line between right and wrong. People might not always agree with them, but they should at least be able to see where theyā€™re coming from.
And remember, every choice your character makes should have consequences. They donā€™t exist in a bubble. Their decisions should ripple out and affect not only them but the people around them. Maybe they make a selfish decision, and it ends up hurting someone they care about, or they try to do the right thing, and it blows up in their face. One last thing, just because your character lives in that gray area doesnā€™t mean they donā€™t have any sense of right or wrong. They might have their own personal code they follow, even if it doesnā€™t line up with societyā€™s morals. Maybe they justify their actions in a way that makes sense to them, even if other people wouldnā€™t agree. Itā€™s all about exploring that space where theyā€™re not totally good, but not totally bad either. Thatā€™s where things get really interesting.
Think about where your character is going. Is their journey going to push them to become a better version of themselves? Will they fall back into old patterns and never really change? Or will they stay stuck in that moral gray zone, constantly torn between doing whatā€™s right and doing what feels right for them?
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elixirfromthestars Ā· 7 days ago
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Sink Your Teeth In Me
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Neighbor!Reader
Summary: You and Bucky are supposed to attend Sam's party on Halloween. However, when you show up to his place looking like temptation itselfā€”he gets other ideas on how to spend the night with you.
Word Count: 4.8k
Warning(s): spooky fun vibes / smut / fluff / female reader / mutual pining / love bites / dirty talk / unprotected sex / pet names / 18+ mdni / sprinkles (who am I kidding it might be a little more than just sprinkles) of possessive Bucky / breast play / a tiny moment of drinking / smut with little plot
Prompt(s): human (vampire costume) / treat (fluff, smut) / neighbor / ā€œWhy are you looking at me like that?ā€ + ā€œSpread them. Further.ā€ + ā€œYouā€™re pretty like that.ā€ + ā€œThere you go. Doing so good for me.ā€ ą½ą½²ā¤ļøŽą½‹ą¾€
a/n: uhhhhh this is what happens when you let me write while on medication post surgery lol please ignore how late this is, your girl was going through it šŸ˜­ This is for @buck-star ā€˜s Trick or Treat fun šŸŽƒšŸ§” Also based on this ask she sent me, so this is for you Sydney šŸ¤­šŸ§”. I hope you all enjoy!! Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ā¤ļøšŸ¦‡ā¤ļø
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Youā€™ve heard all the superstitions about the full moon before. The way it seemingly makes people act strangelyā€”far from themselves. The word lunatic and lunacy are tied to the moon as well, having been believed to incite mania in people. An unrecognizable version of themselves whose impulses bordered on primal. Tonight was no exception to such superstitions as the full moon hung high in the sky on Halloween. Promising to pull the sentiments from the deepest depths of each person out into the open.Ā 
However, in this instance, an argument could be made that the moon was not at fault for how your pulse quickened or how your heart hammered in your chest. No, not even if the moonā€™s glow reflected in Buckyā€™s eyes so beautifully that they resembled a pair of sapphires staring right back at you. Freezing you to your spot right outside his door.Ā 
The moon was also certainly not telling you to push Bucky into his home and crash your lips onto his until your lungs begged for air. No, oh no, that was all you.Ā 
ā€œYou here to drive a stake through my heart, doll?ā€ Buckyā€™s playful tone broke you from your trance, biting his bottom lip as he held back a smug grin. A flicker of something bewitching crosses his eyes as they search yours for an answer.Ā 
You shifted on your feet, mortification prickling your skin as you collected yourself. ā€œI might if you donā€™t keep those fangs to yourself,ā€ you quip, tapping his chest with the fake wooden stake in your hand, trying to disperse the attention away from the way you had ogled Bucky. You wouldnā€™t say you had a thing for vampires, but his costume was giving him this mystic allure that was fueling an unspoken desire you had been harboring for him since you met half a year ago.
Buckyā€™s vampire costume was far from the cheesy kind you could find at any corner pop-up Halloween storeā€”it was quite the opposite. Bucky dawned on a crisp white dress shirt underneath a black vest that wrapped around his torsoā€”emphasizing his broad build. A few buttons on the shirt were undone, revealing just enough skin to make your eyes wander. His black trousers fit his legs as if they had been tailored perfectly to their length. His velvet cape was an onyx color with a deep crimson lining that swayed behind him at every movement. To top it off, a pair of fangs poked out from his smile that sent a shiver down your spine from their playful danger.Ā 
He certainly looked the part of a vampireā€”dreamily menacing in the best way.Ā 
A deep chuckle leaves his lips, his eyes glinting mischievously as he winks at you, ā€œDon't worry, doll. I wonā€™t bite unless you ask me nicely.ā€ His words bore a hint of a promise that caused your heart to skip a beat. Flirting with him wasnā€™t unusualā€”youā€™ve been doing it since you became neighborsā€”despite that, tonight, it felt different.
You let out a sound between a snort and a laughā€”pushing away the heat that wants to spark itself into a flame, ā€œIā€™ll pass on the biting, thanks, but I would appreciate a drink before we head out.ā€ Your words are punctuated with an expression he can never say no to.Ā 
When Bucky is met with your soft eyes and sweet smile, that appeals to him like no otherā€”thereā€™s no way he can say no. He opens the door wider for you to step inside, welcoming you into his home with a passing comment that he could use a drink too. You walk in with a familiarity as if the home were your own. Whichā€”if you asked Buckyā€”it might as well be. You spend so much time here heā€™d go so far as to say this was more your place than his.
He didnā€™t mind that. On the contrary, this place hadnā€™t felt like home until you came into his life. Since you started coming around, these four walls transformed with your presenceā€”traces of you woven into every corner. The stray hair ties that lay scattered throughout the rooms, a few of your sweaters in his closest in exchange for stealing some of his, the cat mug you claimed as yours, and your latest read left unfinished on his coffee table to be picked up and continued while he cooked dinner for you two on his nights off. All these little things and more made his house warmer, fuller, and undeniably a home. Turning this space into something he longed to come back to every night.Ā 
You close his front door and follow him to his kitchen, the butterflies in the pit of your stomach not going away. Not that they ever did in his presence, but on some days it was easier to ignore the fluttering.Ā 
Today would not be that kind of day.Ā 
He reaches up into his cupboards, taking out two crystal glasses while idly chatting about the Halloween party Sam was throwing. You werenā€™t listening, mind elsewhere as you attempted to distract the inappropriate thoughts away, simply watching as he promptly poured out two servings of wine. He handed one to you, his hand brushing against yours at the motionā€”sending a jolt of electricity through it. You grip the glass a little tighter than you should and hastily take a sip.Ā 
You would definitely need more than one drink.Ā 
ā€œAre you even listening, doll?ā€ Bucky was staring at you with an amused expression, wine glass hovering at his lips as he called out your inattentiveness. Your attention gets brought back to his mouth which no longer hosts the fake fangs. He had removed them so as to not stain them with the wine.Ā 
When had he done that? How long had the passage of time escaped you?
A warmth found its way to your face, trying to hide behind the crystal glass in your hand. Bucky knew you werenā€™t listening to him and his only theory as to why was clued in by the fact that your gaze continued to drift to his lips.Ā 
ā€œHuh? Oh, I wasā€”itā€™s justā€¦ā€ you trail off trying to find an excuse, but when you canā€™t find oneā€”or at least one you can tell himā€”you concede. ā€œSorry, what did you say?ā€ He leans against the counter at your question, a smirk dancing on his lips. His eyes darken ever so slightly, as he ponders how far he can take the flirting tonight.Ā 
ā€œI said you look good, doll. I really like your costume,ā€ he repeats his unheard compliment, shamelessly raking his eyes over your form. You gulp the rest of the wine in your cupā€”the spark of tension reigniting. Bucky couldnā€™t tear his eyes away from how the black lacy gothic corset top hugged your breasts perfectly, and the matching leather pants clung to you like a second skinā€”leaving nothing to the imagination. And to Buckyā€™s added torture, you decided to strap a leather harness to your thighs that he had to resist the urge to grasp by the straps and pull you flush against his frame so you could feel how hard you made hisā€”
Bucky stopped himself from letting his mind wander to places that would cause all of his blood to rush south.Ā 
You looked down at your costume, not thinking much of it when putting it together. When Bucky told you he was dressing up as a vampire you thought it would be fitting to dress up as a vampire hunter. You were on a budget though, so between your closet and thrifting you came up with the outfit youā€™re wearing now.Ā 
ā€œThanks, Bucky. You definitely did a better job though,ā€ you compliment him, thinking that if anyone deserved praise for their costumeā€”it was him. Bucky shakes his head, taking another sip of his wine, ā€œNot me. Sam. Heā€™s dressing up as a twenties mobster, so he let me borrow his costume from last year. Apparently, he goes all out every Halloween.ā€Ā 
ā€œDoes he? Canā€™t wait to see how the party turned out then,ā€ you comment, your nerves over meeting his friends for the first time bubbling its way into your system. Bucky gives you a small smile, the sight easing your anxieties ever so slightly, ā€œSpeaking of whichā€”we should probably head out now. The party starts soon and Samā€™s due to blow up my phone any second now,ā€ he grumbles, finishing off the rest of his wine. A single deep red droplet runs down the corner of his mouth. Your fingers itch to wipe it off, but instead his tongue darts out to catch itā€”licking his lips in the process. A soft intake of breath was heard from you, an instinctive response to what he had done. The subtle sound revealing more than words ever could.Ā 
Thereā€™s a shift in the airā€”itā€™s inevitableā€”you both feel it.Ā 
The space between you is now charged, the kitchen feeling smaller and yet the space between you two, too far apart. Buckyā€™s eyes shine with a gentle intensity as he saunters over to you. Delicately towing at the lines you both wish to cross tonight.Ā 
Your eyes search his for his intentions the closer he gets. Trying to decipher what you can as his left arm reaches out behind you to grab his keysā€”momentarily caging you. Your lower back presses against the counter, heart stuttering in your chest as the scent of cedar and spice from his cologne encases you.
ā€œYeah we shouldā€¦ā€ you swallow hard, voice barely audible as your eyes lock on his lips, the wine having stained them a deep crimson color. Resembling that of a vampireā€™s after theyā€™ve feasted on the blood of another. A rich shiver makes its way down your spineā€”one he easily catches. This emboldens him, his own eyes travel down your face and then further down to observe the way your breasts strain against the corset.
Bucky was tempted to sink his teeth, and something else, into you.
ā€œWhy are you looking at me like that?ā€ you found your voice somewhere between the longing that plagued you and the urge to pull him closer.
ā€œLike what, doll?ā€Ā 
ā€œLike youā€™re seconds away from changing everything between us.ā€Ā 
When those words leave your lips, Bucky knows thereā€™s no point in denying it. ā€œMaybe because I am,ā€ he responds in a low murmur, before wasting not another second and crashing his lips against yours. His hands finding purchase at your hips and giving a light squeeze. Your lips part in a soft gasp at the sensation, his touch kindling the craving youā€™ve had for him from the moment you stepped foot into his house. Your hands find their way to his robe, the velvet soft underneath your fingertips as you pull him closer, wanting to leave no space for air between you.Ā 
Buckyā€™s on the verge of losing his mind with your body pressed so close to his. His tongue prods gently at your mouth seeking entranceā€”something you eagerly give. When your tongues tangle you let out a soft moan that teeters on a whimper and it stirs something deep in his gut. He so desperately wants to pull more sounds out of you, but he needs to know you want this as much as he does.Ā 
He pulls away from the kiss momentarily, resting his forehead against yours to catch his breath. Your hands relax and let go of his robe to rest against his chest instead. Savoring the way oxygen finds its way into your lungs again.Ā 
ā€œTell me to stop and I willā€¦ā€ Bucky swallows hard as he says this. His mind reeling as he tries to calm the tightness in his pants. You shake your head, ā€œI wonā€™t. I want this, Bucky. I want you,ā€ to assure him of your words, you pull him in by the loops of his dress pants, rolling your hips slowly against his bulge causing him to hiss at the pleasure.Ā 
ā€œFuck, doll. The things you do to me.ā€Ā 
ā€œShow me.ā€
Your plea makes Bucky throw all hesitation out the window. Grabbing onto the straps of the harness at your thighs to press you into him and grind against youā€”groaning at the friction. You reach up and card your fingers through his hair to pull him down for another searing kiss. Your mouths moving with a sense of urgency and purpose. Needing to make up for all those days you only let yourselves flirt and never truly gave in to what you really wanted.Ā 
The spark of desire bursts into embers as the intensity of the kisses increasesā€”tongues dancing, teeth clashing, and your breaths entwined as you lose yourselves to the taste of one another. Every inch of your skin titilating in anticipation for Buckyā€™s touch. Itā€™s evident you both need more, so Bucky snakes his hands down to cup your ass, hiking you up and around his waist to carry you over to the nearest surface.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re. So. Goddamn. Beautiful,ā€ Bucky punctuates every word with nips to your jawline as he places you on the granite island. Your fingers brush past the edge of something plastic as you steady yourself on the cool surface. Your eyes reflexively look over and see the fake fangs Bucky had on earlier. Your remember the way they looked on him and your mind wanders to what his own teeth can do.
ā€œBite me,ā€ the words slip out before you register how demanding they may sound. A deep rumble resonates from Bucky as he laughs at the way you said it. He removes himself from your jawline to get a good look at youā€”his cock twitching at the sight of you.Ā 
Your chest heaved with exertion from all the air Bucky stole from you, your breasts threatening to spill out from your corsetā€”lips swollen and pupils blown wide with desire. Knowing that this was your reaction to his kisses, to his touch, to him before youā€™ve even gotten to the main partā€”Bucky had to stop himself from coming undone then and there knowing he had such an effect on you.Ā 
ā€œDidnā€™t I say you had to ask nicely, doll?ā€ he mocks playfully, eliciting a needy whine from you. The sound goes straight to his dick as it painfully aches to be inside you. He doesnā€™t think he can hold out much longer, as much as heā€™s enjoying the kisses.Ā 
ā€œSpread them. Further,ā€ Bucky mutters the command into your lips, his hands sliding up your legs. You oblige his request, giving him more space to settle between your thighs. Your fingers thread through his hair as he trails open-mouthed kisses down to your pulse pointā€”nipping and sucking hard enough to leave marks.
Bucky relishes in the soft whines and whimpers that leave you whenever he bites down just enough to hit the bliss point between pain and pleasureā€”soothing any remaining sting with his tongue. He catches the way your nipples harden underneath your corsetā€”pressing against the fabricā€”making him crave a taste.Ā 
ā€œGonna mark you up pretty girlā€”everywhere,ā€ the low murmur of a promise is sealed into your skin, teeth grazing your neck delicately as he holds off on marking you there for the time being. His fingers hastily unhook the clasps of your corset, your breasts spilling out. He cups them in his hands, kneading the soft flesh while you moan copiously. Bucky greedily swallows every single one.Ā 
His head dips down to pepper kisses across the valley of your breasts before dragging his tongue across one hardened nippleā€”teasing you as your breathing grew ragged. Your chest arches into him, moaning out his name as he moves to the other breast. Taking the unkissed bud into his mouth and sucking on it with a hunger that borders on savage.
ā€œI know I said bite me, but watch those teeth.ā€Ā 
ā€œIā€™ll be good, doll. Iā€™ll be real good to you.ā€Ā 
He chuckles against your breast, causing delicious vibrations that send shivers down your spine. He moves over to the other nipple, giving it a playful nip that causes you to hiss out a watch it. He laughs again, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he continues to worship your breasts. The pleasure shoots straight to the throbbing between your legs, your underwear dampening.Ā 
Nimble fingers find their way to his dress shirt and vest where you do your best to unbutton as much as you can, needing to see and touch more of him. You run your fingers down the hard planes of his chest and absā€”your touch leaving heat in its wake. Bucky continues to lavish attention to your sensitive buds, his lips swirling and sucking the peaks insatiably.Ā 
When his lungs burn for air he reluctantly releases your nipple with a wet popā€”pulling away to see the evidence heā€™s left on your skin. ā€œMmm, youā€™re pretty like that dollā€”all marked up by me,ā€ his fingers trailing and tracing over the marks heā€™s left on your neck, your collarbone, and your breasts. His thumb brushing over them with feather-like touches as an almost affectionate gesture. Your body shudders at the possessive gleam in his eyesā€”one that only intensifies the more his gaze lingers on your skin.Ā 
Youā€™ve never seen him look at you like this beforeā€”and you didnā€™t mind it. Not one bit.
ā€œBuckyā€¦pleaseā€¦I need more of you.ā€
ā€œI know, baby. Iā€™ll give you what you need.ā€Ā 
As if the word baby wasnā€™t enough to have your heart leap out of your chestā€”Buckyā€™s fingers toying with the harness at your thighs, and the button of your pants certainly did. Swiftly, he proceeds to undo it all and the zipper. You eagerly help him slip it all off, and when his gaze meets the soaked front of your seamless cotton panties, a husky growl reverberates in his chest. His fingers hook at the edges while his teeth graze along the front of the fabric. The action takes your breath away, your heart racing a mile a minute. His hooded eyes bore into yours as he takes the fabric between his teeth and drags it down your body, baring your slick folds to himā€”he groans at the sight.Ā 
ā€œFuck, doll, so ready for me.ā€
Bucky takes your panties and pockets them. Just as you're about to give him shit for it, he springs up to kiss your lips fervently. Hands at your thighs massaging the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing ever so slightly where you need him most. All prior thoughts are forgotten as you reach for Bucky's belt, desperately removing all obstacles until you can easily slide your hand into his pants. You palm over the bulge in his boxers, stroking him through the fabric. Your eyes widen at the feel of his size causing him to grin at you wolfishly.
ā€œSomething the matter, doll?ā€Ā 
ā€œNothing I canā€™t handle.ā€Ā 
Your confident tone provokes a deep rumble in Buckyā€™s throat. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more of your arousing touch. He pulls his pants and boxers down and off, freeing his cock. It springs forth, long and thick, the tip already glistening with precum. "Got me all worked up, baby. Just look at itā€”fuck," his voice is thick with lust, guiding your hand to wrap around his shaft. Your hand glides against him, causing him to let out a low grunt followed by the neediest moans. His nose brushes against yours as he tries not to entirely lose himself to the sheer pleasure that courses through him at your touch.Ā 
Almost desperately, he leans in to capture your mouth again, kissing you deeply, his hips rocking into your hand at the rhythm of your movements. His flesh hand grabs the back of your neck to keep you close as he devours you, while his metal one trails up between your thighsā€”the coolness teasing the delicate skinā€”contrasting the heat that builds with the kiss. You moan into it, reveling in the feel of Buckyā€™s length in your hand as you stroke him slowly, becoming familiar with it.Ā 
Bucky groans into your mouth, a resonant growl of pure want. His fingers go higher up your thighs until the cool metal grazes against your center, drawing out a whimper from you. Your thighs part further in response causing him to smirk against your lips. A smirk that falls into a ravenous hiss as his fingers brush your folds, the sick arousal coating them as he dips to circle your entrance teasinglyā€”your hips bucking in response.Ā 
ā€œBuckyā€¦ā€ his name falls from your mouth with a carnal yearning that snaps Bucky's control entirely. His hands grip your hips to pull you closer to himā€”balancing you on the edge of the counter. He takes hold of his cock, positioning himself at your entrance, the head brushing against your cunt. Your patience is nonexistent at this point.Ā 
ā€œBucky, if you tell me to ask nicely I swear to ahā€”ā€ Bucky cuts off your whiny gripe with one swift thrust, burying himself inside you until he fills you completely. ā€œWhat was that?ā€ his cheeky question does little to hide heā€™s just as overwhelmed with how good it feels as you are. Yet, with the cockiest grin, he drinks up your hazy expression as you adjust to his thickness.Ā 
Something shifts inside him when you look at him with soft adoring eyes, filling his heart with a thing that can only be called love. It causes him to pepper kissesā€”gentle and tenderā€”all over your face to help ease the achy stretch. You melt into them, so contrastingly soft to the prior ones that your heart does a little flip. The deeper feelings behind them not lost on you. Even more so when he whispers the sweetest words of devotion at every kiss. How beautiful you are, how good you feel, how good he wants to make you feel, how heā€™s dreamed of this, and so much more. All the meanwhile, his thumbs massage comforting circles into your hips.Ā 
ā€œThere you go. Doing so good for me, doll,ā€ he praises you when he starts to feel your hips slowly move against himā€”pleasure replacing the ache. He reciprocates your desire, rocking into you slowly, letting you feel every inch until he goes as deep as possible once moreā€”both of you calling out each otherā€™s name by the time youā€™ve fully adjusted.Ā 
Itā€™s like this at firstā€”slow and deepā€”dragging out each thrust to savor the sensation of intimacy. Breathy kisses with exchanged whispers blend with one another, your hands wrapped around his shoulders to keep him close. Fingers gently tugging on his brown locks at the nape of his neck, which only serves to drive him crazier. Making it hard for him to keep his restraint in check.
ā€œBeen dying to have you, baby. Fuck, you feel incredible,ā€ he groans out, continuing to bury himself deep into your welcoming heat. But itā€™s not enoughā€”not for either of you. Not when it does little to help fully unleash all the pent-up hunger that has built up over the course of months. You feel it in the way Bucky grips your hips tight enough to leave bruises to ground himself, and he can feel it in the way your legs wrap around his hips and lock behind himā€”pushing him in impossibly deeper.
One of you is bound to break soonā€”and it wonā€™t be you.Ā 
You cup his face in your hands, eyes glazed over and needy as you tell him, ā€œBucky, donā€™t hold back. Itā€™s okay. You donā€™t need to hold back,ā€ you assure him, his pace faltering slightly. Buckyā€™s blue eyes search yours for a reason not to give in. ā€œI donā€™t want to hurt you, Y/n. I donā€™t know if I can trust myself,ā€ the vulnerability in his voice tugs at your heartstrings, your thumbs gently caressing his face to soothe him. He instantly leans into your touch, the comfort it offers addicting.Ā 
You shake your head, planting a soft kiss on his forehead, ā€œYou wonā€™t. I trust you, Bucky. I told youā€”I can handle it, babyā€”please, baby,ā€ at the term of endearment the rope of restraint inside Bucky snaps. You had never called him baby before, but now that you had Bucky wanted to know what else he had to doā€”or not doā€”to keep making you call him baby like that.Ā 
ā€œKeep calling me baby and youā€™ll get everything you want, beautiful,ā€ Bucky nips at your bottom lipā€”eyes darkeningā€”turning his pretty blues into a storm. One thatā€™s ready to consume you. He grips your hips harder, picking up his pace until heā€™s pounding into you with reckless abandon, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core. You meet his powerful thrusts with equal fervor, a stream of curses and sobs of his name falling from your lips. The counter beneath you shakes and for a moment youā€™re worried heā€™s going to break it, but the worry washes away instantly as it feels too good to give a damn.Ā 
ā€œGonna keep marking you up, doll. Want everyone to see my pretty girl all marked up,ā€ he growls, head dipping down to nip and suck on your neck. Bruising kisses strewn along the delicate skin of your collarbone until his teeth graze your shoulder. Your cunt throbs in time with the relentless onslaught of his cockā€”bodies synced in pure desire. Every touch, every thrust, every kiss, and every word is a brutal assault on your senses. All filled with his overwhelming want of you.Ā 
ā€œBucky, s-so good, pleaseā€¦ā€ you plead breathlessly for who knows what. Mind fuzzy and gone, only focusing on the searing pleasure in your veins. Bucky lets out a deep chuckle, lips finding their way to yours, metal hand snaking to palm your breast while his other keeps a tight grip on your hips.ā€œAtta girlā€”taking me so well,ā€ he grunts out, cunt fluttering at his praise, causing him to let out a half moan half chuckle. Youā€™re close to finishing and he can feel it.Ā 
ā€œCum for me, doll. Be a good girl and cum for me, baby,ā€ Bucky commands, pounding into you with renewed vigor as he works to get you both to your releases. ā€œBabyā€¦Iā€™m gonnaā€¦Iā€™m close,ā€ you whimper out and Bucky's response to you is immediate, his hips snapping forward even faster, harder. His metal hand lowers between your legs to apply pressure and circles to your clit. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the kitchenā€”the room forevermore ingrained with the actions of tonight.Ā 
Your body bows off the counter as you scream out his name, your orgasm crashing over you with a hot intensity. Bucky keeps you close and steady, your inner muscles clamping around him like a viceā€”triggering his climax. Bucky lets out a guttural growl of your name, biting down on your shoulder as his release pours out, burying himself to the hilt as he fills you. The intense contractions milking his shaft for all heā€™s worth.Ā 
You collapse back onto the counter, chest heaving as you try to catch your breathā€”body trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Bucky shudders from the force of his climax, cock twitching and pulsing as the last of his cum drips out. His upper body collapses on top of you, holding you close as his face buries into the crook of your neck, both of you trembling with the aftermath of your coupling. He trails loving kisses from your neck to your shoulder, not wanting to be apart from you.Ā 
ā€œYou did so good, dollā€”my doll,ā€ he mutters into your shoulder, kissing the area he had previously bitten, nuzzling the marks he left. You can only muster a breathless whimper as he gradually pulls out of you, your combined arousal spreading along the inner skin of your thighs and down onto the counter. He raises his head just enough to admire his handiworkā€”you, flushed and disheveled, with multiple bite marks and hickeys proudly displayed across your skin.
"I could get used to thisā€”seeing you like this," Bucky says with a satisfied smirk, his gaze roaming over your figure appreciatively. You let out a breathless laugh, ā€œYeah? I think I could too, babyā€¦ā€ You can feel the way his cock threatens to harden again, the look in his eyes warning you to not push it. He lowers his mouth onto yours again in a hopeless attempt to silence you.Ā 
ā€œDoll, you canā€™t say it like that. I wonā€™t be responsible for what happens next.ā€
ā€œWhat about the party, baby?ā€
That about does it for Bucky.Ā 
ā€œScrew the party. Iā€™d rather show my pretty girl, my babyā€”a good time here,ā€ he mumbles against your lips, his breath hot and uneven as he picks you up from the counter. You giggle out a gasp as he carries you over to his bedroom where he does indeed show you a good timeā€”a great time, in fact, all night long.Ā 
Happy Halloween to you.Ā 
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yet-another-heathen Ā· 1 month ago
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On conditioned whumpees...
Y'know, I think one of the things that people get wrong with conditioned whumpees is their rules. Specifically, when a whumpee was in long term captivity/training and they later get released or escape.
Most people write them as latching onto a caretaker or new whumper, and begging for new rules so they know they're doing something right. A new set of laws to live by, a new framework to behave to.
And that's... not really how conditioning works.
Conditioning means automatic reactions. Your body doing something that was trained into you without consulting your brain first.
There is no decision making. There is no choice. The trigger hits, and you are immediately performing the correct action regardless of anything else.
You're told to kneel? Your knees have already hit the ground. You're supposed to be standing in one part of the house when a certain noise is made? You've launched into movement before you even realize what you heard.
These rules are woven into the fabric of your body. And they are insurmountable. The conditioning overrides emotion, internal conflict, hesitation, beliefs, wants... everything.
Your whumpee may very well hate what is being done to them, and after the moment has passed they're cursing themself and their whumper. They're still a person on the inside. And that person is still very much alive. Most of the time, they will have some level of awareness that what's being done to them is wrong. They'll be angry. They'll be hurt. And they will hate that there is nothing they can do about it.
But the next time that trigger occurs, the response still hits them exactly the same.
So now take your whumpee out of that situation. They ran away, were rescued, were sold. They got out. Now they're with new people, a new caretaker, a new whumper. Or they're on their own and trying to make their own way in the world.
But those conditioned responses are still there.
There's no turning them off. You don't just replace them with new rules. They are in your every fibre. They have been built into the very framework of who you are.
The next time someone says the word "kneel", your knees are on the ground again. No matter where you are, or who you're with. The response happens before you can stop it. If they don't know why, everyone looks at you like you're insane. And you feel like you are.
Deconditioning is an agonizing process that takes more effort than I can even begin to describe to someone who's never experienced it.
Every time they hit that trigger, that response will still be there. Over, and over, and over, and over.
Breaking those rules down takes YEARS. And it is a constant effort that the whumpee has to choose to undergo every single time. Progress is measured milimeter by milimeter. You're told to kneel, and you kneel. You're told to kneel, and your mind catches up with the fact that you already did itā€” but a little sooner than it did before. Then a split second sooner. Then as you're doing it. Then you feel the impulse just before your knees hit the ground. Then you have a split-second of resistance before you go down. On and on and on and on, inching toward progress despite the fact that you're fighting with all your might. And that progress is anything but linear.
You don't just start obeying new rules. You don't latch on to your caretaker's new way of doing things and drop everything that you were conditioned to do before. These rules don't just get replaced.
Conditioning is not a belief system. It's a flinch response. Programmed deeper than the instincts you were born with.
You can be ordered not to obey the old command, and moments later when the trigger comes, you will anyway. Because in conditioning, the action comes before the choice.
These rules, these laws of your existence, come above everything else. And if your new whumper wants to replace them, they are going to have to beat the new rules into you so often and so severely that the pain becomes stronger than the old conditioning. At which point, the newly desired response will very, very slowly start to take over.
You're not swapping out new rules. You're layering new, worse conditioning on top of the old. And your brain will spend time stuck in that split-second between both responses before one finally grows stronger than the other. And even then, the change will not happen quickly.
That is what your conditioned whumpee is up against. That is what makes it such a horribleā€”HORRIBLEā€” and powerful tool.
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winterarmyy Ā· 1 year ago
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Welcome home... Soldat? | Part I
That time when Bucky accidentally relapsed into the Winter Soldier.
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Summary: Y/N had make a habit of greeting Bucky a warm 'welcome home' everytime he came back from his missions, but there was one particular day when she unknowingly greeted someone else.
Navigation: Part I || Part II* || Part III (end) || Extra
Words: 2.9k++
Pairing: winter soldier!bucky x female!reader
Warnings: implied 18+ content, implied smut, dubious con on groping reader's body, dark(?) possessive behaviour, google translated russian, our soldat is kinda cute(?) in his own twisted way, and well, basically fluffy times with the soldat.
P/S: Guys, I never planned this at all. I mean, who am I kidding? All of my fics are not planned and I clearly write things out of impulse. Therefore, this one don't have much of a story building/plot because it was born out of one scene that flashed in my head and has been replayed way to many times that I need to let it out. Anyway, I still hope you enjoy it, somehow.
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Y/N didn't know when exactly she started this habit but she swore to herself to never grow out of it.
It's been nearly 2 years since the fall of Hydra and the avenger has accepted the winter soldier under their wing. Begrudgingly by Tony, but the rest of them seemed like they're not against it.
Y/N used to be an agent from SHIELD but since the fall, she had been recruited under the avenger's programme and had been living in the tower since.
She remembered the day when Bucky first came in, he was quiet and weary all the time. Like an abandoned cat, picked up by a stranger to come to their home. And it took the whole team months before he slowly adapted.
Who knew he would morphed into a sassy, grumpy little shit, right?
Since the first day, Y/N had been making an effort to make him feel welcomed. Helped him to adjust to modern times. Though it was not regular but she's glad he came to her from time to time to ask about things.
Y/N only meant it to be casual when she greeted him back from his missions. Usually, it'll be something like,
"Oh you're back?"
"How's the team?"
"Good to see you well put together from such horrendous mission."
"God, you look like you fell from 5 flight of stairs."
"Are you even trying to fight back, Bucky?"
But one time, Bucky came back in the morning around breakfast, she wasn't feeling sassy or clever. So, instead of greeting him with playful remarks, in the glory of her messy bed hair and iron man pyjamas, she greeted him with a sleepy smile, "Welcome home, Bucky."
And that surely made the 6 foot, bulky hunk of a soldier paralysed in his spot. His ocean blues slightly widen, and his cheeks deepen in blush.
For a moment, he wondered if this is how he would feel if he had a wife waiting for him to come back from war back in the 40's. But, then again nothing can be compared to the sight he was seeing as he is now.
And Y/N didn't want to ever lose that memory of him.
Cute and flustered Bucky is a very rare sight to see. Perhaps, this was the only time she could witness it and she want to cherish it for the rest of her life.
Though Bucky never replied to Y/N's greeting, it didn't stop them from starting a whole new routine.
Y/N always knew that she had a thing for the sargent, but about 2 months from that moment, Y/N realized she was in love.
And she waited for him, every single chance she had for arrival of the team to come back. Just like she is now, at 03:45 in the morning, while scavenging for something sweet she can eat as she waits for Bucky's return.
When, she turned around she was not expecting to have her face into clashed into something, "Oww!" Y/N shuts her eyes close as she rubbed her aching nose to ease the sharp strike of pain.
For a moment there, she seriously thought she might have just bumped into some kind of a solid air that appeared out of nowhere, but when she opened her eyes, it was just Bucky who was standing rather ominously still.
"My god, you scared the shit out of me. I know you used to be an assassin but, you gotta announce yourself sometimes, man." She joked. Although she did find it impressive that he managed to silently sneak up on her with those thick, heavy combat boots he was wearing.
"Woah, someone's been having a field day kicking your ass, huh?" Y/N's eyes lingered a little longer on the wounds at the side of his temple that she didn't notice the void in his eyes.
"Anyway..." she continued as she shook of the thoughts of caressing the cut on the corner of Bucky's lip, before greeting him with a gentle smile, "Welcome home."
Bucky's unresponsiveness was nothing new to her. With the amount of silent glares and gruff eye-rolls that he had shot at her these past few months, she's used to it by now.
But, when she finally had the guts to look him in the eye, only then she noticed the underlying shift. Albeit, his signature frown was still as present as ever but, those eyes had made her questioned of the slight difference from what she recognized.
Bucky wordlessly step forward and cornered her until her back meets the side of the kitchen isle. He took his time assessing her, almost admiring the way her iris wavered in confusion.
Something is wrong.
Her guts were screaming at her to notice it but her body wasn't reacting accordingly. That's when the voice of the AI, Jarvis echoed through the walls.
"Emergency alert: Code Winter. Initiated by Captain Steve Rogers. All agent is advised..." The announcement went on based on protocol while the cogs in Y/N's brain finally moved, "Code Winter? That means..."
Ā "...to be cautious of Sargent James Barnes; reprimand on sight however try not to engage alone. Agents is..." Jarvis voice in the background interwoven with Y/N's internal deduction, "...This is not Bucky?"
As she tried to put her own mind into perspective, trying to make herself believe that this man in front of her is not Bucky Barnes who she had been adoring over for these past few months, the soldat's hands reached the side of her neck, squeezing the softness of her flesh while his thumbs grazed the shape of her jawline.
His heavy gaze remained on hers, willing her to stay as still possible.
"Bucky...?" She called his name in hopes of triggering something, anything for within his controlled mind.
At end of the corridor leading towards the kitchen, Steve could see how the soldat had already gotten his hands on Y/N and panic strike him like lightning, he sprinted towards her as he despretely shouted, "Y/N! Stay away from--"
But Y/N was not able to render anything she heard from Steve, especially after a long silence, the soldat finally spoke, "Yes, I'm home..."
He carefully pulled her face closer to his as his lips planted on her soft cheek, "...Š¼Š¾Šµ cŠ¾Š»Š½Ń‹ŃˆŠŗŠ¾ (my sunshine)" he lifted for a second just to kiss her again on her temple as he whispered lowly, "...Š¼Š¾Šµ Š Š¾Š“Š½Š°Ń (my darling)"
Y/N's heart was beating madly for several different reasons. Parts of her was terrified that the soldat might break her neck within an instance, but it gradually changes into something much more confusing, a conflicted joy, when he keep on trailing his lips all over her face.
What is happening?
Both her and Steve was practically frozen in pure confusion.
Steve's mouth hanged open as words failed to form, while Y/N was unable to comprehend any sort of thoughts, let alone counter movements; when the soldat continue to whisper Russian endearments against her skin, littering sweet kisses on every part of her face, except for her lips as if he wanted to tease her.
His hands slowly travel down her back and stopped on the side of her waist, pulling her body closer until there was no space in between them anymore, before he wrapped his arms around her.
The drag of his stubble on her skin burned but it felt so good when he kissed it after.
Seconds later, Sam managed to catch up with Steve and his cautious approach fell as he witnessed the soldat's rather domestic actions towards Y/N.
Sam foolishly let his guard down as he approached with a question directed to Steve, "Is the tin man back?" That was when a bullet barely grazed the tip of his ear that then buried through the wall behind him.
Both Steve and Sam forced to stop any sort of movement as the soldat's aim was still locked towards their direction; his cold blue eyes pierced with a menacing warning, all the while posessively holding Y/N in his arms as his kisses trailed the side of her neck.
"Nope, not yet." Sam answered his own question as he waited for Steve's order.
Y/N felt like she have to do something to de-escalate the situation. After a quick deduction, and based on the soldat attitude towards her, she took the risk of believing that he would not do anything to hurt her, so she decided to play along.
Will it work though?
Well, she got to have to try for it work.
She gulped nervously before softly calls for him, "Soldat?" she looked up towards him.
When the soldat gave her his attention, she watched the loose strand of his hair fall down to his face. Her hand went up and reached for it, "How about we go back to your room and let me tend these wounds, hmm?" She cooed while tucking his behind his ear and briefly caressing his cheek with the back of her fingers.
The soldat didn't reply but instead silently process her proposition.
However, the hesitation only worried her more, so she continued to persuade, as she cautiously slide her hand, following his arm that was holding her teammates at gun point, "It'll be just the two of us. How's that sound?" She smiled warmly at him as she managed to lower it enough to grab the gun away from his grasp.
There was a glint of indecipherable emotion in his eyes when she mentioned that, which then he nodded in agreement.
"Okay then, let's go." She put the gun on the kitchen isle behind her and replaced her hand in his, pulling him towards his bedroom. The soldat did not protest to her lead, in fact her followed her obediently.
But before Y/N makes an exit, she looked back towards Steve and mouthed a reassuring message, "I got this."
The captain had all the rights to be weary but at this point, he just had to believe in Y/N's action plan. He nodded and replied, "Be safe. We'll be outside."
Along the walk towards Bucky's room, all she could think was that she can handle it and she got this under control.
But, does she?
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Well, Y/N did have it under control, in terms of keeping the soldat from going on a berserk rampage but what she didn't think through was how the fuck she should handle his behaviour towards her.
After they arrived to Bucky's room, she had instructed him to strip off his tactical suit and leave him sitting at the edge of the bed, only in his short to avoid him reaching for any hidden weapons he had, all the while she went to grab the first aid from his bathroom.
Now that she almost done tending the small injuries on his face, it finally dawned to her that the soldat had her immobilized in between his legs as his hands rubbed the back of her thighs, occasionally squeezing the softness of her body in his tender grip.
His intent gaze waited patiently for her to finish and as soon as she did, he pulled her on his lap, making her to straddle on top him as he smushed his face on her chest, "Oh, Š Š¾Š“Š½Š°Ń (darling)... I have missed you."
Her hands found her balance on his shoulders while the soldat roaming hands held her body still by the back of her waist.
It will be a lie if she said her heart didn't skipped when he confessed; even if it was still the soldat's thoughts and words but it was Bucky's voice.
The soldat pulled his other hand to play with the buttons of her pyjamas shirt, specifically around her chest area.
Part of him wanted to just rip her clothes off from her body but another part of him didn't want to. He didn't want scare her; and his precious little darling deserved to be pampered.
He had her buttons popped off; one by one, slow and almost sensual while Y/N was still in a heated debate with herself on what she should to next. She wanted the soldat to stop but god the temptation of wanting more was beyond her will power.
This is not Bucky.
She knew that. But, she had been bewitched by the look in those familiar blue eyes. So enthralled and so keen to unwrap her.
Y/N let out a low yet sharp gasp as her chest was finally revealed, "Soldat, what..." The soldat take a quick glance into her eyes, "...are you doing?" before trailing back down to the curve of her breasts, cupped so beautifully with a simple black bra.
His hands went back to grabbed her thighs as he replied, "Just wanna hold you." He leaned closer and left a lingering kiss in between her breasts, mumbling deep, " Wanna feel you, Š¼Š¾Šµ Š Š¾Š“Š½Š°Ń (my darling)"
Fuck, it feels so good.
"Wanna feel you..." Y/N's grip on his bare shoulder tightened as he lips warmed the top of her right breast, "...here." An unexpected moan slipped out of her lips as the soldat latched his wet mouth on her skin, bruising it with his mark.
He groaned to the taste of her, so sweet and soft, he wanted to pull the bra off her and suckle on her nipple. He bet that they're perky and so sensitive. Bet he could make her cum just by playing with them.
He wanted to leave his bite mark around them, make them look much more prettier. But, he needed to be patient.
He brought his left hand up to hold the other side of her chest; pulling another pretty noise as the cold metal of his thumb gently stroked the exposed skin of her breast.
"Wanna feel you..." His flesh hand made its way lower and cupped her clothed sex, unexpectedly making her grind down to his hold, "...here."
She couldn't help to find shelter in the crook of his neck when he began to stroke her sensually.
This is getting out of hand.
Y/N doesn't mind to entertain him if the soldat only asked for him to hold her but it was clear that he wanted so much more than just innocent touches. Especially when he languidly rubbed his middle finger in between the slit of her pussy.
She hates how easy it was for Bucky's touch turned her on, his hands and his lips; regardless if his actions was someone else's.
This is wrong.
This has to stop.
"No... soldat." She whimpered in his ears as his finger drew slow circles on her clit, his mouth latched on her shoulder.
"I can't touch you here?" He murmured softly as he pressed harder. Even with the barrier of the cotton panties, she was so sensitive to his touch; he loves that about her.
"N-no. You can't." She choked back a moan as she replied.
God, what if he doesn't care?
What if he'll get mad and force it on her?
She can't imagine the guilt Bucky had to experience if the soldat take her right now. And all because her stupid little brain cannot comprehend a plan to stop him, all because she let the soldat touch her as freely, as willingly.
Salty tears started to blur her vision when she sniffled them back.
Much to his deperateness, the soldat pulled her away and watched as her tears spilled out, "Oh darling, don't cry." He leaned in and kiss the corners of her eyes, murmuring his words of comfort, "I hate to see you cry, Š¼Š¾Šµ cŠ¾Š»Š½Ń‹ŃˆŠŗŠ¾ (my sunshine)." His metal hand slithered to her back and his palm stroked her lovingly.
"Okay, okay. I won't touch your sweet princess part, okay?" He patted her pussy one last time before reaching to swipe her tears away. "I promise." He whispered.
As much as he wanted to fuck her stupid, fill her hole full with his load; however the soldat does hold her very dear to his heart and hates to see her sad.
"Just let me hold you close, darling?" He cooed as he kissed the edge of her lips.
Y/N didn't know why but she trusted his words. Maybe it was because he was so gentle with her, that she was tricked into believing him.
She watched the soldat waited patiently for her response and when she nodded softly, he swiftly lifted her in his arms and lay her down on the bed.
He tucked himself in under the sheets with her and naturally rested his face on her chest. His fleshed arms wrapped securely around her waist and his metal one around her thighs, as he pulled her closer; almost suffocating himself in between her warm breasts.
It was like an instinct for Y/N to encircle her arms around his neck while her hands run through the thick of his hair, absentmindedly playing with the softness of it.
She almost giggle when the soldat let out a deep-throated sound of relieved sighs as she continued to massage his scalp.
As the soldat started to sail deeper into dreamland, Y/N thought that maybe this will be the only and the last time she had the chance to hold Bucky like this and she knew it was wrong to feel grateful to the soldat because had done nothing but terrible, despicable things in the past.
But when she thought about it, none of those sins was his choice to make. He was created to kill and nothing else.
But what if he had something to hold on to?
A hope to look forward to?
A person to protect?
Or a home to go back to?
Would he still be the same monster he had been before?
She have not a slightest clue.
But, what she does know that this soldat who's clinging in her arms, deserves something kind.
And she hoped that she managed to give him a sense of peace for once in his life.
Y/N nuzzled to the side of his tired-looking face and placed a sweet kiss on his temple as she whispered ever-so-softly, "Welcome home, soldat."
Part II >>
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A/N: This is possibly part 1? I'm not sure either. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments! And reblogs is much appreciated!
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forlix Ā· 1 year ago
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ā€” the moments in which the members of stray kids realize how they truly feel about you.
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words惻1.4k / pairings惻ot8 x gn!reader / warnings惻depictions of conflict and anxiety in hyunjin's and han's / genres惻domestic fluff, smidges of hurt/comfort, established relationships
a/n惻thought i'd try out a new fic format :-) i had so much fun writing these and hope you like reading them just as much. any and all feedback is appreciated, as always!
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chan is in a heated staring contest with his notepad when the door opens, and he knows that itā€™s you who comes in, but his head is miles away, tangled in an amalgamation of syllables and rhythms. he goes on to forget that youā€™re here for a short while, poring over the unfinished lyrics in front of him with undivided focus. that is, until he feels a gentle hand on his shoulder.
youā€™ve just pulled a chair up next to his desk. ā€œlemme see,ā€ you say, gesturing to the notepad. thereā€™s a surprised pause, and then chan places it in your hand, scoots closer to you.
you spend the next two hours talking him through his block, but there are periods when you fall silent to brainstorm or to write something down, and chan takes those quiet opportunities just to look at you: wearing one of his old t-shirts, your hair still damp from your shower, completely concentrated. and he knows, then, that he wants to marry you.
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minho doesnā€™t realize he loves you in a singular moment. rather, he has a faint inkling for some time, and then the rug is randomly pulled from beneath his feet, and all of a sudden he canā€™t remember a version of his world that didn't have you at its center.
there are times when heā€™s especially aware of his feelings, though. like when he throws a witty remark in your direction and your retort comes back twice as sharp. when your eyes and smile light up like lanterns as you talk to him about your passions. when one (or all) of his cats hover at your side as you go about your day. when he returns home after a grueling practice and youā€™re there to offer him your comfort, no matter his withdrawn demeanor or sweaty skin.
he is a quiet lover, and sometimes he worries that heā€™s too quiet, that you have no idea whatā€™s going on inside him every time he looks at you. but words have never really been necessary with minho. you know. you just do.
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changbin is greeted by a chilly breeze when he emerges from the gym, and he silently chastizes himself for forgetting to bring an outer layer yet again. but the temperature moves to the back of his mind when he spots you, waiting on the sidewalk, as you said you would. a familiar grin breaks across your face when you see him, and he feels its shape against his lips when he runs over and kisses you, in lieu of hello.
ā€œwhat are you feeling for dinner?ā€ you ask once heā€™s pulled away, and he realizes that youā€™ve pressed something to his chest: one of the hoodies that he keeps at your place, still soft and warm from just coming out of the dryer. and boomā€”the epiphany hits him, instantly and unequivocally.
he is dumbfounded for a moment, just processing the newfound discovery; and then, out of nowhere, the two of you say the name of the same restaurant at the same time. he swears he never believed in soulmates until he met you.
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hyunjin has always held so many emotions in his heart so fervently, to the point that they sometimes overflow in the form of words that he doesnā€™t believe, in a tone that he doesnā€™t intend. and it happened again today, when he spoke to you the wrong way in a moment of pure impulse, and the surprise on your face morphed into poorly-disguised hurt.
a few hours later, the weight of his actions sits heavily on his shoulders. when he lifts his phone to call you, his hands are shaking a little, and a breathy apology spills from his lips the moment he hears you on the other end: ā€œiā€™m sorry, angel. iā€™m trying, i promise. i really am.ā€ to which you answer, ā€œi know, hyune. i forgive you. weā€™ll keep trying together, okay?ā€ and your words pull his heartstrings in a new direction entirely.
he asks if he can come over, you say yes, and he tells you he loves you as soon as you open the door. heā€™s done hiding his heart from you.
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jisungā€™s contagious grin and raucous cackle come easily to him for the most part, but there are times when he forgets how it feels to laugh or to breathe, times when he wants only to hide from the world and all of its scariest parts. and when you see his figure in the doorway tonight, his face cast in a nameless shadow, his shoulders sunken in quiet defeat, you understand immediately that this is one of those times.
ā€œdo you wanna talk about it?ā€ you ask as he approaches you. silently, he shakes his head: not tonight. but his body language asks for what he cannot verbalize. you extend your arms toward him, and he buries himself in them the second heā€™s close enough to, his face nestling the crook of your neck, the tension in his limbs melting at your gentle touch. you stay there for a long time, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades, coaxing him back to the ground, back to you.
wherever he chooses to hide, he thinks heā€™d like to take you with him.
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when felix opens his eyes, the space in the bed next to him is empty, and the faint scent of flour and sugar wafts through the gap beneath his door.
he gets to his feet, throws on some clothes, and wanders in the direction of the smell, rubbing the sleep from his eyesā€”and the sight that awaits him makes him wonder if heā€™s still dreaming. youā€™re standing at the stove, still in your pajamas, hair slightly disheveled from your rest, and there are pancakes in the frying pan before you; sliced strawberries on the cutting board next to the stove. and the look of sheer focus on your face, as if staring at the pancakes will cook them faster, absolutely destroys him. (and he knows in that moment that he wants to wake up to you for the rest of his life.)
with an enamored smile, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulls your back to his chest, and presses a light kiss to the nape of your neck. ā€œmorning, beautiful,ā€ he mumbles sweetly. ā€œhow fucking lucky am i?ā€
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being around you makes seungmin feel like a kid with a crush. he smiles brighter and laughs louder. he opens like a lotus in bloom when you say his name. the floaty sensation he gets when you kiss his cheek or hold his hand persists for hours afterwardā€”and none of it makes any fucking sense to him. itā€™s not that he doesnā€™t believe in love, but heā€™s never believed that love could feel like this, straight out of a sonnet.
now, your head is on his shoulder, your body rising and falling in your slumber. seungmin looks at your interlocked hands where they rest on his knee, and at the current track displayed on his lockscreen: ā€œstillā€ by day6, a song about losing and loving, about regret and reminiscence. those bright days between us are over, the lyrics go, and he makes a silent promise to your sleeping form that the bright days between the two of you will never end.
the word "love" still doesn't cross his mind, but it is etched all over his face, and carved into his soul.
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you and jeongin are telling each other about your days over dinner when your phone lights up with an incoming call, and he nearly spits out his mouthful when he sees who itā€™s from. for a few seconds, the two of you just stare at each other in flabbergasted silence. but then, you raise your phone to your ear: ā€œhi, grandma! to what do i owe this pleasure?ā€
and the voice of his grandmother comes back through the receiver. she tells you that sheā€™s just gone on an evening walk and found herself thinking of you, so she wanted to see how youā€™re doing; if youā€™re taking care of yourself. you rush to thank her, looking entirely flustered, and a bit like youā€™re about to burst into tears.
with that, the two of you launch into chatter about everything under the sun: grocery store discounts, the recent humidity, jeonginā€™s bad habits, you name it. and it finally dawns on jeongin how inextricably embedded in his life you have becomeā€”and that he doesnā€™t want it any other way.
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bluerosefox Ā· 1 month ago
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You know what.
ANOTHER DPxDC idea (as if I write prompts for anything else lol āœ(ā—”ā—”ā—”)
And once again, I think I might have a hyperfixation rn, another deaged Dani (Ellie) and Dan (Dante)! and Dad!Danny.
And you know what, lets make it another DannyxConner idea.
Danny is on a field trip with his class (NOT in Gotham though, LOVE Gotham but lets go with a different city) in like Central City or Metropolis (If Metropolis, Danny is SUPER excited to see the space sections they have at the museum they no doubt have, because well SUPERMAN is an alien and based in their city. If in Central City Conner is visiting Bart.)
During the trip he bumps into Conner and the two just hit it off. Conner enjoys listening to Danny rant about space and the stars and finds watching Danny's eyes light up in joy kinda cute. And if he got his new hero name Supernova from listening to Danny's rants about the stars well... no one needs to know how he got it.
Danny likes how chill Conner is and how the guy stood against Dash and the other jocks when Dash decided he wanted to mess with Danny during the trip, a rare thing nowadays but sometimes Dash does try, and how he respects/likes Danny's friends.
He didn't even say anything negative or hurtful when he found out Danny has two kids back home.
In the end the two exchange numbers, flirt hard, and maybe set up a date in the future. And then more dates. Becoming boyfriends. AND meeting the family. Conner is smitten with just out of toddlerhood Ellie and toddler Dante and adores them. And he loves how the Fentons just love him the moment he stepped into their house and was introduced as Danny's boyfriend, he made sure to bring over a pie Ma should him how to make.
Things get a bit complicated when Conner, Supernova, is at a reunion of YJ members and his phone lights up with a text message from Danny.
He's smiling with a goofy/soft look when he opens the text and see's its a picture of Danny holding a pouting toddler Dante and Ellie on his lap smiling with a notable gap in her teeth at the camera. The message he got was 'Ellie wanted you to know she finally lost her first baby tooth. Dan's been grumpier, I think he misses you.'
He is pulled out of his happy thoughts and musings when he hears Bart gasp hard and drop a bowl of snacks onto the floor. Conner turns to from the future Speedster and see's him about to have a panic attack.
Bart, Impulse, is having a freak out after catching a glimpse of the text picture Conner had gotten and being nosy wanted to know what got his friend to smile so smitten. He knew of Conner's current boyfriend and the kids Conner adores but haven't had time to be introduced to them or even see a pic.
He wasn't expecting to see the very MONSTER of his NIGHTMARES that basically destroyed the world in the FUTURE as a toddler pouting at a camera and surrounded by two smiling identical looking people either. People he never saw in the future or with HIM AND-
Oh.... OH!
Was that why he turned evil? Did something happen to his family?
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