#the two are more alike than she thought and now she feels bad

[snownorites]

Some disjointed thoughts on Sua and her sister that I had yesterday cause I've seen some people on twt being really adamant that Sua was in the "loved before anakt" category and I don't think that's what the point of Heavenly Garden is personally

For one, I don’t think she's actually looking out for Sua here. (using WhataFruit's translation)

I think her intention was to make Sua feel bad about herself. The word choice is extremely deliberate: "you're so unkempt" "that is unseemly" "you're already dumb enough as it is". That last one is obvious but those first two I think are super important to understanding the kind of competitive environment "being" a doll must have fostered. She's trying to put Sua "in her place" here and make her feel like she doesn't actually deserve any of the favouritism Nigeh gives her because she's "stupid" and can't even play her part properly.

And Sua has every reason to believe what her sister tells her. Outside of her cruelty she's so nice, so gentle, she even plays with her and tickles her. Ofc Sua would assume that she has the best intentions and to me that's the point of why her sister acts that way. It's not about affection or love really, it's something closer to bullying. This way every insult, every instance of belittling however small stays with her and hurts her. Her pity of Sua may be "genuine" but it seems to be more mocking? Saying that she loved Sua to me feels a bit like buying into the performance.

The framing of the comic to me is also very interesting because the contrast between Mizi and Sua's sister is telling us that we need to consider their affects on Sua in relation with each other. Sua did not feel loved before she met Mizi.

Her saying this is supposed to show that her sister was all she ever knew in terms of human connection. "Back then" as in before meeting Mizi.

Sua thinks that her sister was actually the pitiful one all along but something really interesting is that it's not because she finally found self worth or because she knows that her sister was wrong about her being unkempt or "stupid", it goes right back to love. Her sister is pitiful because she didn't know love.

That heavenly garden, Mizi, loving and being loved. If Sua felt love before anakt I don't really see why it'd be framed like this.

And the thing is that love is a super big theme in Alien Stage. You could very well argue that this is just how her sister shows love and since we don't have her pov the way that we do Io's or Ivan's there's absolutely no way to refute that the same way there's no way to prove that. But to me including Sua in the same category as Mizi and now Till feels really disingenuous. Mizi and Till felt loved before anakt and carried forward that love in all their actions. Sua did not and her actions reflect that.

I think that Sua's feelings of self hatred are a pretty important thing to also consider when analysing anything to do with her (and I'll probably have to do a seperate post about that because this is already so fucking long lmao) People don't pay enough attention to this and how a lot of it comes from the bullying she experienced

Before Mizi, Sua was objectified by everyone around her, humans and segyein alike. And maybe her sister was different and we'll see that in another comic but to me heavenly garden's intention is to reinforce that this bullying wasn't just the very overt kind that's shown above. Like with the new Till comic, all the material we get builds onto each other, Heavenly Garden gives context to just how sinister the bullying was.

And I don't say all this to say that people are wrong about her sister potentially loving her, maybe she did, but Sua did not feel loved or experience that love. It's weird that I'm seeing more justification and rationalisation of her sister's behaviour than people actually taking Sua's narrative into consideration and trying to understand how her sister fits into it.

[akanemnon]

I don't like this place. It's turning everyone edgy and sad.

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Seduced By the Bad Boy

SUMMARY |  Your so-called 'Bad Boy' best friend Wooyoung catches you looking at adult toys after taking a nap beside you.

PAIRINGS |  Wooyoung x Reader

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+

GENRE |  BestFriend!Wooyoung, BestFriend!Reader, chubby!Reader, college au, non-idol au, smut, friends to lovers. bad boy trope

CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, oral sex (f. receiving/m. giving), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, creampies

LENGTH |  5,280 words

TAGLIST | @jjoongstar

NETWORKS | @illusionnet @atzhouse @cromernet @wonderlandnet

@ksmutsociety @k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork

AUTHOR’S NOTE |  It's finally finished. Thank god. Thank you @rems-writing for suggesting a bratty bad boy trope and thank you to these lovely folks @shadowkoo @beomcoups @inkchwe @kwanisms for the sprinting sessions. I would never have finished this without that lol.

I hope you all like it. Lots of love 💚

"Y/N!" Wooyoung called out as he barged into your apartment, throwing his bag on the ground. "Where are you!?"

You let out a frustrated sigh as you looked away from your phone to find Wooyoung knocking on your door before barging into your room and sitting next to you on your bed. You held back an eye roll but smirked, putting your phone down.

"What's the point of knocking on the door if you don't even give me a chance to respond?" You chuckled as he crawled next to you and collapsed against the pillow with a huff. Wooyoung groaned while laughing and leaned over to push at your knee playfully. 

"I wouldn't have to barge in if you responded faster, but you're slow and I got shit to do," he mumbled, grabbing the extra pillow and tucking it under his chin while holding his head up. You glanced over to find his eyes were already set on you, but that's nothing new. The two of you have a very, odd, relationship and have no shame.

"And by shit to do, you mean school and fucking?" You rolled your eyes when Wooyoung scoffed, amused and grabbed a loose piece of lint and threw it at him. "Speaking of, how's that thing between you and that girl, Jinhee?"

"Don't tell me you're actually interested in what's happening to me and a girl," Wooyoung made a gross face, which you also had an identical one. You scrunched up your nose and shook your head and then he sat back, eyes narrowed and pursed lips as if he were thinking very hard. "Is Y/N into women now? Does she want a three—"

"Fuck off, Woo," you hissed, cutting him off with a glare. Wooyoung only laughed while placing his hand on his heart and pulling out his puppy eyes. "We both know you only come over when you want to cuddle or rant or get tips on fucking." 

You waved your hands towards yourself, scoffing when he puckered his lips out for attention. You gently pushed him back by his forehead, but it did little to his antics as he was leaning in the opposite direction and fell flat against the pillows. You turned around to see his chest moving rapidly up and down as a breathy, high-pitched laugh rang in his voice, making you smirk.

When you first met Wooyoung back in high school, you were instantly friends as your personalities were alike. Well, you had more common sense than him. It was only later in the years did you finally understand what Wooyoung was and what his habits were about. He categorizes everyone in his life into two groups: women he's involved with, and you. The relationship between you and Wooyoung confuses you even to this day, because there is literally no romantic feelings. And that's the part that's confusing about your relationship, because he openly flaunts how much he loves to make out with random girls at parties, but yet... you get the affection that the rest of the girls wanted to receive, minus the sex.

There was that one girl who lasted the longest, which is roughly like a few months. Everyone thought it was love and it made sense why it lasted, because it seemed like it. The couple's relationship seemed to blossom into a romance, with flirting and soft kisses exchanged whenever they were near each other. Wooyoung, in particular, seemed to soften and become calmer. But then the jealousy came, and it was all downhill from there.

Nowadays, it was rare that there was someone that caught his eyes long enough, and when it did, the girls lasted no longer than three to four weeks. The girls get possessive over him and when they found out that he was best friends with you, they suddenly despised you. Wooyoung is typically unbothered by this, as you don't interfere in his personal life, and it doesn't usually bother you either. But on rare occasions, you'd get that sad call where Wooyoung would mumble over the phone about missing you, even though he saw you the day before, and how he was sorry. Those occasions were when you'd comfort him from a distance, too afraid to cross the invisible line that both of you were the only one's who knew were there. So as much as you hated the flaunting and the girls who wanted your head on a pike, you played nice and continued with the façade.

"Don't touch me," you muttered as you squished your side against the wall, which was pretty useless because soon Wooyoung's torso was plopped over you with his fingers wiggling between you and the wall.

"Hey, this is the best way to cuddle. Let me feel you," Wooyoung whined while pressing his cheek onto yours and held onto you tighter. "Mhmm, I feel so complete now. "

"What am I? Your teddy bear or something?" You mumbled, still pushing him away from you. He held tight before shuffling to wrap his arm around your stomach and chest and nuzzled into your shoulder.

"Yeah, you're my cuddly Y/N," Wooyoung mumbled, "and we're going to be together forever."  

"Good god, you sound like a psychopathic weirdo right now," you gave up on shoving Wooyoung off and let him take up most of the room and leaned your head on him with a defeated sigh. You slapped his hand away when he was squeezing your soft body. "Is that why you come over? To squeeze my fat?"

"How many times do I have to say you're not fat? You have the perfect amount of cushion, especially here..." You couldn't see, but you felt the smile on Wooyoung's mouth and immediately shivered when you felt his finger and thumb squeeze the flabby fat on the side of your waist. You whipped around to smack his hands away, his high pitched laughter ringing in your ears when you turned. "C'mon, I was complimenting you! How would I live without my stress toy? I have needs and you help fulfill them."

"Get the fuck out of my apartment, Jung Wooyoung," you slapped his hands and hid your waist from his reaching hands. He was pouting and rubbing his hands. "That's what you get."

"Fine, I'm done squeezing the hell out of you," Wooyoung laughed, making a few breathy noises and nodded along before smashing himself into you again. He wrapped his arms around you before falling back onto the bed with a groan. His limbs were sprawled around you and he kept shifting until he could hug you tightly.

You rolled your eyes as you gently heard his soft snoring for a few minutes. You decided to browse online and maybe do some online shopping, especially now that there were sales and discounts for the season. You didn't think much about browsing your favorite adult toys, so you thought why not? You haven't had much action lately and would rather not rely on your imagination and your hands. It'd been quite a while since you had something to spice up your alone time and with the adult money you're saving by living by yourself, you can buy things like these for yourself.

A few clicks into browsing around, the feeling of someone else being with you while shopping online for adult sex toys is a little uncomfortable and awkward, not to mention a bit embarrassing. You glanced next to you, hoping that Wooyoung was sleeping deeply enough so he can't see what's currently happening on the screen. Thankfully he was drooling on his pillow with an obnoxious open mouth snore that signaled that he was knocked out. You let out a soft sigh before returning your attention to the screen and continued browsing around the pages of the familiar site. You did come across the item you were interested in and the 25% off and the 50% off discount did sound appealing to your eyes. Not that your items cost a lot of money, but why not buy it for cheaper? You've been meaning to try out some edgier stuff that'll add a little bit more intensity when you were having 'me time'.

Wooyoung moaned lightly from his slumber before nudging his head to fit in your hair better. You turned your head around and found his cheek now pushing against your temple as you could literally hear him breathing and how his chest vibrated with each exhale. Wooyoung's presence was oddly soothing, you will admit, but there were times where he really annoyed you and was a complete menace to you. However, at times like this where your body fits right with him, his warmth providing a bit of relaxation after the exhausting days, it felt nice, as odd as it sounds, having Wooyoung snuggle in your bed with you.

Your gaze followed a strand of his hair that was sticking to his forehead and you gently brushed it back as well, smiling fondly. Wooyoung grunted a bit in his sleep and a pout formed on his face. The strands you tried to brush away were falling over his eyebrows and again, so you took hold of another. His hair was surprisingly soft when it wasn't stiff with his gel and hair spray. Wooyoung hates when you ruin his 'modern' look so that's why he keeps it styled up and almost never lets his hair down, not even when he sleeps over. So you couldn't resist but comb back his hair once more, making his hair even more disheveled. You patted down the edges a little bit before deciding it's enough and went back to browsing on your phone.

"Mmm," you hummed softly, a smile slowly etched on your face as you eyed the details and prices of your ideal wand vibrator. The first impression didn't look too bad and the prices were even better; 70% off for a limited time. You could grab yourself a new set of lingerie for yourself as a celebration for moving into a new apartment and you haven't indulged yourself in something new and cute in a while, and maybe for some future potential dates.

The problem right now is whether or not you want the red one with the wider head, which will probably get the job done a bit faster...

"Why are you looking at sex toys?" A sleepy mumble whispered in your ear, startling the hell out of you when you found Wooyoung reading over your shoulder. You quickly closed your phone and threw it somewhere behind you. Wooyoung chuckled while dropping his weight on top of you with his whole body and pinned your body down, trapping your arm underneath.

"So I don't end up in your bed, you fucking weirdo," you shoved him with a grumble and felt Wooyoung's face erupt in soft, airy laughs right by your head.

"You know you can just use me," Wooyoung muttered, his voice dropping an octave lower with a raspy tone that came from his post nap state. "I'm sure I'll feel better than a dildo."

You glared at Wooyoung for even bringing it up and of course Wooyoung saw and threw on his smirk. His nose was brushing against the side of your jaw line and he was constantly staring down at the website. You shifted to scoot away from him, not liking the fact that you're talking about him dicking you down like that with no remorse.

"At least with a dildo, I don't have to worry about catching feelings," you rolled your eyes.

"What if I wanted you to catch feelings?" Wooyoung softly asked. The tone of his voice made you bite the inside of your cheek and kept you frozen under him. "What if I wanted to be your good boy and not a bad one for once, just for you? What would you have to say then, huh?" 

He shuffled closer, his hot breath ghosted over the soft flesh of your lips and down to your neck. The skin to skin contact was intoxicating, especially when his soft hand was running down your waist. You glanced over to see his expression and noticed that he was so close to your face. 

Too close.

"Are you serious? Are you joking? What game are you playing, Jung Wooyoung?" You glared at him and placed your hand on his shoulders, ready to push him if he tried something.

"Can I not be serious for once?" Wooyoung whispers, his deep brown eyes searched your face and you could feel him analyzing every single feature on your face. Your hand was limp and stayed frozen on his shoulder, not knowing if it wanted to pull him closer or push him far away. His fingers were lightly tracing over the hem of your sweat pants, dipping to run circles over your bare hip, exposed where your shirt had ridden up. "Can't I change for you, the only person who seems to understand me? Can't I be your good boy? Because god knows, it's all I ever want to be." 

"What if this is another joke?" Your voice sounded more like a plea rather than a question. "There's no way that you would like a girl like me, all soft and chubby." You glanced down at your round stomach and thick thighs to find your chubbiness not too different from a soft cushion.

"You don't even see yourself the way that I do. How do I get that through your skull?" Wooyoung whispered, his hands cupping either side of your cheeks to force you to look at him, which made you involuntarily shiver. You gulped loudly when he pulled away with a serious, straight face. "Y/N, can't I just treat you like what a man should do with a woman that he likes and wants? Can't we go out and actually start something that can actually lead somewhere rather than this confusing friendship? Can you take the next step for us and see if there was something beyond platonic love with me?"

"You know being with me means that you'll have to stop your fuckboy ways, right? The constant fucking, the multiple women, the one-nighters... It means that the two of us would only have each other to love, and that's a big risk," you mumbled out with shaky lips and searched his expression. You swallowed thickly before moving your gaze to his plump, full lips. "Are you ready to give that all up?"

"Do you even realize how crazy I've been over you? How I've always followed you around like a little duckling, showering you with affection because I didn't know how else to handle my growing feelings? That even when I sleep with other people, I can never get you out of my mind and always think about what could have been?" Wooyoung's voice rose in a quiet rant as he took your hand and placed it on his neck, guiding it to where his pulse throbbed visibly. You watched your hands intently, seeing the slight bob of his Adam's apple before his fingers left yours, leaving your hand flat and steady on the warm skin.

You stared at his darkening, chocolate colored eyes that were lit with something that made your tummy twist. Your voice was small and barely audible when your other hand slipped up his shoulder and around his neck, grabbing onto the short, black hair at the base of his hairline."What about all the girls that are out there, waiting for a sliver of your attention and love?"

"Don't you know I'd do anything for you?" His breath was hot against the skin of your lips. 

"Yeah? Like what?" You leaned closer, the tip of your nose brushed over the tips of his. You shuddered in anticipation as you kept your eyes on his lips.

"I’d give everything up just for you. Do anything just to prove myself to you. Worship the fucking ground you walk on and put the moon and stars up for you because you fucking deserve everything I could possibly give. Because you're beautiful, no, magnificent," his head tilted closer, his lips were now mere inches apart. You could feel his lips ghosting over yours, sending soft, butterfly kisses. "I'd let you destroy me. Let you take every last bit of me because I'd happily surrender to you. So please, let me be a good boy for you and show you how much I've craved you."

You couldn't wait any longer. Gathering all your courage, you closed the distance between the two of you, capturing his lips with your own. Eyes fluttering shut, you reveled in the sensation of his soft, silky skin against yours. You released a guttural moan at the feeling, your fingers tugging Wooyoung down against you by the base of his scalp. One hand kept its firm grip in his hair as the other squeezed around his neck.

Your senses were invaded as Wooyoung turned into putty with a soft moan as he kissed you like there's no tomorrow. His body was fully pressed against yours, both knees on either side of your hips and elbows were digging into your plush mattress. His soft moaning sounds turned into groans when he suddenly tilted his head to the side to press closer into the kiss. One soft hand ran up to your face to gently caress the cheek, and you felt your insides turning to mush at the soft touch. There was a part of you that always wanted Wooyoung, but the idea of your friendship meant the risk wasn't worth it. But now...

Wooyoung rolled onto his back, dragging you up with him as he wrapped his arms around your middle, hugging you tight and making you straddle his lap. The sound of a whine filled the air when he stopped to rest his forehead against yours, a shaky chuckle reverberated in between your connected lips. You sat back slightly, your fingers grasping the hems of your oversized shirt and pulling it over your head. Your skin heated under his wandering eyes. You pressed your hips down against Wooyoung and grinned when a sharp gasp broke the silence in the air and his hands grabbed at your ass, pressing your clothed cunt hard against his groin.

You moved forward and gave soft kitten licks to the plushness of Wooyoung's lips. "You're really gonna be my good boy?"

"Will you have me?" His whisper sent another spark to your lower half and you pressed yourself closer with another roll of your hips, smiling at his choked off grunt. He nipped at the flesh of your lower lip and you opened your mouth to his awaiting, warm tongue.

"Can you even handle a chubby girl like me?" You sucked on the slick, wet tongue with a soft moan that melted into a chuckle when he took that moment to grab your breasts in his soft hands, cupping and fondling your perky nipples.

"Baby girl, there is no one that I would rather worship," he chuckled as his hands explored your skin and body, setting your insides and soul on fire as you returned each of his touches and affections. Wooyoung switched positions once again so you're flat on your back, his hands brushing against the hem of your sweatpants. "May I have the pleasure of worshiping your body? Lick every inch of your gorgeous, voluptuous, plush body until my name is all your pretty lips can remember? Please, may I be good for you?"

"Yes, you may," you nodded, watching the smirk stretch across his swollen lips as he dragged the remaining clothing down the length of your legs, throwing them somewhere over his shoulders before running his hands up your body.

And then Wooyoung ate.

Oh how he ate you up like a starved man.

With his wicked hands and sinful tongue, you're sure this is your hell and your heaven. The man has made you feel ways that you're pretty sure should be illegal. Wooyoung is currently below, his tongue drawing pretty patterns and kitten licks between the seam of your soaked core.

"Fuck, Wooyoung. It feels so good," you couldn't keep your praise at a reasonable level when Wooyoung started to pick up the pace of his licks. The fingers from your left hand were fisting into his long hair, holding him in between your thick thighs. "How do I taste?"

"Sweetest damn thing in this entire world," Wooyoung responds when he looks up at you. His brown orbs were turned dark with lust. His wet lips were swollen and shining with your sweet slick. His black, longer hair was now completely falling and framing his flushed face. "Are you going to cum for me, baby girl? Squeeze these delicious thighs around my face."

He dived back to continue feasting on your sweetness with a soft hum vibrating over your pussy lips. You whimpered at the feeling of his tongue diving between the lips. With one hand he spread your dripping lips further with his fingers, showing the soft nub and dove in. You gripped tighter into his hair and buckled your hips. You cried out his name with a curse when you felt the pad of his index finger starting to rub light circles onto your throbbing clit. It sent shockwaves through your lower tummy and made your muscles contract, your pussy spasming against the warmth.

It took only a few more strokes against your clit with his skilled tongue for you to fall apart. A scream caught in the back of your throat as your climax washed over you. Your thighs instinctively squeezed together, smothering the man in between your thighs.

You looked down and caught Wooyoung smiling when his index finger continued to massage tight, small circles, helping you ride your high. A burst of pride rose through your chest at the sight, and you're pretty sure you wanted to keep this sight for the rest of your life, and possibly for forever. You're hooked and you knew you had fallen even harder.

As soon as the waves had slowly subsided, you uncrossed your thighs and pulled at him to move up, causing him to give a small chuckle as he shuffled to sit in between your hips.

"Someone is eager for more," Wooyoung teased.

"Oh shut the hell up and get to kissing me before I change my mind," you sat up as he moved towards your lips. As he sealed his soft lips on top of yours again, you took the time to push up his shirt and pushed him back. Wooyoung smiled around the kiss and bit your lower lip before sitting back a bit, hands still resting around your waist. He smirked as he helped take off the material and once his chest was bare, you were back on each other.

You were slightly surprised when you suddenly found yourself with your back hitting the soft mattress underneath your body. "Get naked, Wooyoung. I can't be the only one here."

"Be patient, sweetheart," he hushed and your fingers quickly reached for his pants and dragged them down his thighs. He moved off of you as you continued to work the fabric off the curve of his ass, tossing the clothes somewhere behind him. 

"Condom?" He whispers once he's fully naked and settles on his knees between the meaty skin of your thighs. He brushes back his hair and takes your body in once more. Wooyoung rested a strong hand against your hip and began rubbing tight circles against the skin.

"Don't need one," you pulled his neck down, arms wrapping around his neck in a hug. "I'm on birth control. I'm ready for you. I want you. Now fuck me, Jung Wooyoung."

"Who am I to deny a pretty thing like you what you want?" Wooyoung scooted closer, his soft hand traveled lower to push your thighs further open. His dick is aligned, pushing through your slick folds, grazing the bundle of nerves on your slit.

"Fuck, Wooyoung. Why are you teasing me right now?" You whimpered when the tip brushed against your entrance before pulling back again."Please hurry the fuck up and just stick it in me."

"What was that, baby girl?" Wooyoung asked.

"Fuck. Just fuck me, please. I need you," you whispered. Wooyoung grabbed your face and guided you into a harsh, sloppy kiss, smothering and squishing his lips into yours. At the same time, he pushes in his hips and pulls you against him. His cock fills and stretches your hole and you gasped against his mouth, trying to breathe and find any other noise to make in your state of bliss. "Holy, fucking fuck."

Wooyoung smirked along your lips and thrust his hips forward until he's fully seated. You moaned at the feel of his cock buried into you. He fit like a puzzle piece, like he was meant to be there and there alone. 

He felt perfect.

"Feels so fucking good, baby girl," Wooyoung grunts as his head fell into the crook of your neck. "Do you want it to be gentle? Do you want it to be rough? You gotta speak up or else I don't know."

"Right now? I just want you. Just move," you threaded a hand through his black hair and gave his hair a tug, causing him to growl. Wooyoung moved slowly, making sure his dick rubbed along each spongy, wet and throbbing spot in your walls. "Oh fuck. Right there."

"Goddamn, baby girl," Wooyoung half grumbles, half groans, into your neck. "Tell me how you're feeling. Better than what a toy can do?"

"Fuck you," you let out a soft whimper, your eyes closed tightly. "Yes, okay. Fuck. You feel so much better than a shitty toy. You're perfect. Everything about you is. Fuck. That spot. Fucking god, that spot. Don't stop please, oh holy fucking shit."

"Yeah?" Wooyoung brought his thumb to run smooth circles over your clit again, pressing his hand firmly over your navel. "Let me hear you, Y/N. Tell me I'm your good boy. Say my fucking name. That's all I ask."

"You have no idea, how many times I have dreamt this, wishing that you would notice how fucking whipped I am for you." Wooyoung slowed down a bit, fucking slow, deep and hard into your tight and wet core. The build-up is slowly beginning to fill the pit of your tummy. "Fuck, look at the way I slide inside you, Y/N. My dick was made to fill you up. Look how perfectly you are sucking me in."

"Fuck," a curse ripped from your mouth, a drawn-out moan followed close behind as his cock repeatedly thrusted into you. "You feel so good, Wooyoung."

Your hand flies down and grasps on to his toned biceps, his body hovering above yours. Your fingers dig into the skin. 

He picks up his pace, his thighs tensing at the strength in his powerful hips as he drives into you, his breathing turning heavy as he kisses the top of your nose. "Yes, keep your thighs up. Your body is gorgeous and the noises are driving me crazy. I could just spend the entire damn day fucking you and drinking every single last drop of your moans and cries. Fuck. Shit. Yeah, squeeze around me baby, that's fucking amazing."

Wooyoung rolls onto his back with a moan, pulling you up onto his lap as the head of his length presses snuggly into that sweet spot that causes your toes to curl. You lean back, legs spread as his soft, muscular legs support your weight while you balance. Your body shuddered, legs shaking while his hands took the opportunity to grasp at the cheeks of your ass.

Your breath hitched at the new angle that hit different spots in you. "Holy shit, Wooyoung."

You rose and fell and moved in sync together. Wooyoung helps move your body as if you weigh nothing, moaning when the head rubs against the inner part of your cunt. You slammed your hips down, over and over. You threw your head back and squealed at the amazing feeling, squeezing around his length that's buried deep.

"Keep bouncing baby. Fucking bounce on my cock. Come on baby, don't stop." Wooyoung groaned from below you, his grip on your ass tightened. His hand roams from the plump skin of your ass down the curves of your back. "Come for me, Y/N. You're gonna make a mess all over my dick, aren't you? Make me feel like I'm the luckiest motherfucker to make you cum over and over and over. Better than a fucking toy that's for sure."

"Shit, Wooyoung," One hand clamped around his knee while the other grabbed at his arm that was still squeezing your ass. "Cum in me, Wooyoung. Please. Cum in me."

"Hell yes, I'm close too, sweetheart," Wooyoung was picking you back up and bringing you back down in time with his upward thrusts. "Ride my cock. Ride me like your toy. Ride me till you've reached the point where you don't know how you still live without me. Use me like your own goddamn dildo."

You whimpered at his words and threw yourself forward, leaning your body against the hot, broad expanse of his chest and wrapped your arms around his head. "You're going to be my personal toy? Use you whenever, wherever?"

"Yes, oh fuck," Wooyoung's voice rose and pitched higher in an octave. "Babe, I'm gonna-"

"Give it to me. Fucking give it to me please." You muttered.

"Fuck, I love you," Wooyoung slammed in and the two of you came. You buried your face into his neck as his orgasm racked both of your bodies. He shot his hot, sticky load inside you, his cock was twitching against the tight walls as his body was quivering, tensed and curled around yours.

He nuzzles your neck with a breathy smile. Your thighs were trembling and your insides were twitching, and it feels like it's neverending. You moaned his name as another wave passed through, your walls fluttering around his spent dick. Your body went slack as soon as the contractions passed and Wooyoung pulled out, helping you down against the pillows beside him. The two of you just lay there, taking heavy breaths and not really speaking, just trying to regain composure.

You turned your head to see him smile. "I love you too, Wooyoung. Always."

"So the next time you decide to buy some fancy ass dildo, come straight for my dick, babe. Because, hell, a toy can't replace this." He waved his hand along his body with a shit-eating smirk and you laughed, pushing his body lightly and hugging his side.

"Shut up, Wooyoung. Oh my fucking gosh," you couldn't help the laughter that bubbles inside your chest. He laughs beside you and turns on his side, moving in closer, tucking your face into his chest. "Brat."

"But you love this brat," Wooyoung jokes and the laugh gets louder. "Don't forget, Y/N. Anytime and anywhere."

"Silly man," you mumbled and looked up at him and smiled softly. "Well then, don't mind me if I take you up on that offer again."

"This offer doesn't expire,” Wooyoung sneaks a soft kiss, his fingers threading through the messiness of your hair.

And you can only chuckle, before going in for another kiss.

A bad boy. You fell in love with a bratty bad boy. And there was nothing wrong with that.

Because Wooyoung is the perfect type of brat for you.

In life, and especially between the sheets.

[sexlapis]

i only see you

⤷ cw : jealousy, doubt, a little bit of arguing, angst to fluff but not too bad :)

actor! toji x gn actress/actor! reader

a/n: i decided to put these two asks together. great minds think alike!

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you regret coming here.

arms crossed, lips downward, and brows so furrowed that they basically cast a shadow over your eyes as you watched toji and his…co-worker from afar.

toji was played a minor role in quite a popular tv series and that popular tv series included a..love interest. now of course, toji asked you first if it was okay - he would’ve never agreed to the role if it made you sad or uncomfortable. being the good partner that you were, not wanting to limit his career choices because of your own feelings, you easily gave him permission to do so.

you’re starting to regret that too.

the actress is so obviously into him, which of course wouldn’t have been a problem if toji wasn’t your boyfriend. she has been like this all of the times you have visited toji on set. you two haven’t decided to go public yet, but god right this second, you wish you had.

and she is gorgeous. tall, long and silky brown hair, bright green eyes, a model-like visage…you attempt to push down that nasty feeling of jealousy that builds up inside of you, but it’s useless. you hated seeing this, really. and if you are honest with yourself, you’d admit that you never want toji to take any acting roles where he would have a love interest, because you hated seeing toji being lovey dovey with another person. even if it was just ‘acting’.

toji sits in his directors chair on his phone while the model stands besides him, speaking. you can’t hear what they’re saying, but she’s clearly trying to look attractive for him - twirling her hair, discreetly pushing her cleavage together, biting and licking her lips…you know your boyfriend was hot but god, does she have to be so obvious? it made you kind of sick.

and then she does something unbelievable.

the model runs her finger up toji’s bicep, circling around him like he’s prey to stand behind where he sits and starts massaging his shoulders.

your jaw is basically on the floor at this point, shocked at her audacity (even thought she is doing this under the assumption that toji is a single man).

toji eyes widen a little, and he looks a little awkward. and then he looks up at her and smiles.

smiles?

your eyes wander around and you see that the crew members are also looking at this little display of…whatever the hell it was. they whisper amongst themselves, taking small glances at where you stand and you decide you’ve seen enough, already embarrassed enough, you leave the set without saying goodbye to toji. you want nothing more than to return home to the comfort of your apartment.

౨ৎ

it’s the next day and you haven’t spoken to toji since that..incident.

you decide to distract yourself with baking, reading, crocheting, painting, all of your hobbies to make you forget about what happened yesterday.

sure, you could just speak to toji, but this has happened twice now, so you think you have the right to give toji a little silent treatment.

you’re laying on your couch reading a booking when your phone buzzes on the coffee table. sighing, you pick it up, unlocking it. there’s a message from your friend shoko.

————

shoko

[link] ???????????

————

you hesitantly click on the link, lowkey scared for what it is. it’s a celebrity news article from a few hours ago, talking about how toji and his new co-worker are dating.

“inside sources have told us that toji and his co-worker, a model playing his love interest, are dating! sorry tojiyn lovers, your ship has sank!”

it’s mocking wording pisses you off and makes your eye twitch. no matter how long you have been famous for, the lies of the media are something you will never get used to.

————

shoko

it’s already trending on twitter…

————

that sets you off and you throw your phone across the room, screaming in your hands.

it was probably those crew members, you thought bitterly.

there is a knock at your door. that’s odd, you weren’t expecting any visitors or packages today.

sighing, you walk over the door but not before looking through the peephole first. the sight has you huffing.

you open the door and there stands toji.

“you ready to talk to me now or what?” he asks in his usual brash, straightforward manner.

you’re already walking away to the kitchen to make yourself tea, leaving the door open as an unspoken invitation. “wow, not even a ‘hello?’ she really has changed you, huh?”

“what?” toji walks to where you are, careful not to make any sudden movements that would piss you off more than you already are, “who’s she? what the hell are you talking about?”

you grunt, setting the water to boil and taking your favourite mug out. you turn to retrieve a teabag but toji is cornering you, pressing and trapping you against the counter.

“ugh, toji!” you groan, trying to escape his arms for barriers but he doesn’t budge.

“no.” he says firmly before taking on a softer tone. “talk to me..please.”

crossing your arms, you lean back on the counter and look at the floor. “what’d you wanna know?”

“i wanna know why you ain’t talkin�� to me.”

“i don’t know why don’t you go ask your new girlfriend!” you shout, ashamed to admit that a few tears formed in your eyes after that outburst of yours.

“my new-? _____, what are you…oh…this is about her.”

“her who?!” you almost shout again, impatient and throwing your arms around. “the one who you let just fucking touch you and massage you all the time?”

“oh, baby.” toji sighs, cupping your face, wiping the tears that you didn’t even know started to fall. “i know, i know. i shoulda told her to cut it out way sooner than i did..jus’ didn’t wanna make shit weird on set. but that don’t matter, i shoulda done it to make you feel okay..’m sorry..”

you hum, nuzzling your cheek into his palm. you missed his touch even thought it had only been a day.

i’m so lame.

toji hugs you and you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your face on his pectoral.

“..and i did tell her i’m with someone.” you look up, afraid he told her about your relationship. “i didn’t tell ‘er it was you, don’t worry. ‘said she was sorry and won’t push any boundaries.”

“…you believe her?” you ask, honestly doubtful and still a little jealous because of that whole fiasco.

“well, ‘m just gonna have to.” he kissing the top of you head before pulling your face away from his chest, making you look up at him. “but hey, you don’t gotta worry about anythin’ like that, sweetie. seriously. i only have eyes for you. nobody else. i…i only love you.. believe that.”

“toji..” you warble, pushing your face into his chest again.

toji chuckles, face a little red due to his own words and speaks again. “but you gotta promise me you’ll just talk to me if i do somethin’ that makes you sad, okay? i don’t wanna go around pissin’ my girlfriend off all the time.”

you laugh, sniffling. “yes, i promise.”

toji smiles down at you, kissing your forehead. you both stand there embracing each other for a few moments before he decides to break the silence.

“why don’t you make toji some tea too? ♡.”

a teabag is thrown in his face.

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a/n i enjoyed writing this one a lot <3

[fallstaticexit]

Prev / Next / Beginning / Pillowfort

AN: Just so no one is confused, I turned Summer Holiday into an official Landgraab. I needed another legendary blonde to play as Nancy’s yapping bougie cousin (her father’s niece) and she was casted immediately.

Transcript under the cut

Malcolm: [wails]

Geoffrey: [grumbles] I got ‘em.

Nancy: [yawns] I’ll get him. Need to feed him.

Geoffrey: [murmurs] Won’t fight you for it, dear.

Nancy: [snorts] Oh, I bet.

Nancy Narrates: [Malcolm was the polar opposite of Jonathan in every way. He cried relentlessly through the night. He could never keep anything down. His tiny body always wound so tightly]

Nancy: Ok, Malcolm. What would it take to for you to allow me one full night of sleep? That’s all I ask.

Malcolm: [grunts, hiccups]

Nancy: [softly] Oh, come on. What could possibly be so bad that you must cry like this?

Nancy Narrates: [Most nights, I cried with him, fearing he inherited my melancholy]

Malcolm: [whimpers softly]

Nancy: [sniffs] There. See? Calm. Easy. I know that’s asking alot, coming from me. We’ll get through this, together-

Jonathan: Mommy wahhh!

Malcolm: [cries]

Nancy: [sighs]

Nancy Narrates: [There was no time for tears, when they needed me to be stronger than that]

-

Malcolm: [babbles]

Nancy: [gasps] Are you happy? Are you smiling at me?

Malcolm: [coos]

Nancy Narrates: [As I learned more about Malcolm, I began to notice just how alike we were. The same curious and thoughtful nature that was in his eyes was in mine too ]

Nancy: You’re so beautiful. Geoffrey, look! Malcolm is smiling!

Geoffrey: Of course he is! He loves looking at you. See, Nance? Things just take time. You’re doing great.

-

Nancy Narrates: [And as I learned more about my sons, I was beginning to feel like I could be a mother they deserved]

Malcolm: [coos]

Jonathan: Hi Mommy!

-

Summer: It’s so good to see you, cousin! You’ve been such a shut-in lately! And wow, you look amazing for having had two kids. Although... If you ever want a referral to my guy down in Del Sol Valley, he does wonders. You’d never believe I had a cesarean.

Nancy: Thank you, but I want to avoid going under the knife. I know that’s all the rave now.

Summer: Good for you, hon! Wow, he sure has a set of lungs on him!

Nancy: [sheepishly] He prefers me to hold him, it’s why I haven’t hired a nanny for the boys yet.

Summer: Not many women in your position take such attentive care of their children as you do, cuz. It’s admirable. I think you’re doing a wonderful job.

Nancy: You really think so?

Summer: Oh, of course! Look at me, for example. I’m the definition of a great mother. I raise my boys to be model citizens while my husband runs his own law firm.

Summer: If there was anyone that understands the sacrifices of being a mother, it’s me, Nancy. Landgraab women are built for it, believe it or not.

Nancy: I suppose that’s hard to believe at times considering my mother-

Summer: Oh. Well, Aunt Queenie isn’t a true Landgraab now, is she? She probably wishes she were you, Nancy.

Nancy: What?

Summer: You can’t compare a common woman who married into wealth to born royalty, cuz. Just saying.

Collin: Mom! Taylor pushed me in the mud!!

Taylor: I did not! He FELL!

Collin: No, you pushed me, dickhead!

Taylor: You’re the dickhead, loser!

Collin: SHUT THE HELL UP!

Summer: Ugh! The both of you, zip it! Maria! Maria!! The twins, por favor!

Summer: Summer: My god, I have to do everything! Nance, trust me, motherhood is a thankless job. It really is. My boys would be lost without me, you hear me? Yours are so lucky to have you. Nancy?

Nancy: [inhales sharply]

Nancy Narrates: [Don’t. Please don’t. I’ve worked so hard-]

Summer: [snaps fingers] Hello? Please clean this filthy child, Maria! Rápido! Anyway, what were we talking about?

-

[giggling]

Geoffrey: Then, the big dinosaur came and gobbled up all the little dinosaurs with his big, nasty dinosaurs teeth! Chomp chomp chomp!

Malcolm: [squeals]

Jonathan: He eat all of them, daddy?!

Geoffrey: Every. Single. Last. One!

Geoffrey: But then, the even bigger dinosaur came and ate him!

Malcolm: [gasps]

Jonathan: And then I eat him, Malcolm!

Malcolm: [giggles] Me too!

Geoffrey: Hey, save some dinosaurs for daddy!

Malcolm: Mama! Mama!

Jonathan: Hi Mommy! [whispers] Mommy can eat dinosaurs too, right? Even though she’s a girl?

Geoffrey: Everyone can eat them, especially mommies. [laughs] Hey, Nance. Rough night, huh? Come to bed. I’ll read another story.

Jonathan & Malcolm: YAY!

Nancy: What will you read us?

Geoffrey: How about I tell the story of the handsome king and his beautiful queen and their two silly, little princes?

Nancy: Does this story have a happy ending?

Geoffrey: [grins] It sure does.

[babybluewoso]

Foul play, True love (alexia putellas x de almeida!reader) part 1: MADRIDVERSE

warnings: none

enjoy the story!!!!

"The tension between Alexia Putellas and Y/N de Almeida had been simmering for months now. Both were at the height of their careers, each captaining their respective teams—Alexia for FC Barcelona and Y/N for Real Madrid. The rivalry between the two clubs was legendary, but the rivalry between the two players ran even deeper. It wasn’t just about football anymore; it was personal.

Y/N de Almeida, the older sister of Elisa, was known for her playful, carefree attitude. On the field, she was fierce and commanding, but off it, she was always cracking jokes, teasing her teammates, and never missing an opportunity to push someone's buttons in a friendly way. But with Alexia, it was different. The teasing was sharper, the banter laced with something more. Their games against each other had become battles, and it was in those moments when Y/N would lock eyes with Alexia that she could feel her heart racing.

Alexia, on the other hand, was all focus. Her professionalism and determination had earned her the respect of fans and players alike, but Y/N had a way of breaking through her stoic façade. Every interaction between them was charged with an intensity neither could ignore, though they both tried. It wasn’t just the rivalry between their clubs—there was something else between them, something unsaid but always felt.

The breaking point came during a heated match at El Clásico. It was a 0-0 draw in the 89th minute, tensions were running high, and Y/N had just intercepted a pass meant for Alexia. She grinned as she dribbled the ball away, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder.

"Too slow, Putellas," Y/N teased, her voice just loud enough for Alexia to hear.

Alexia, determined, closed the distance, sliding in for a tackle that sent Y/N to the ground. It wasn’t the cleanest tackle, and the referee blew the whistle, giving Y/N’s team a free kick. Y/N pushed herself up from the grass, her playful grin now strained with frustration.

As she stood up, Alexia was already there, standing over her, face unreadable. Y/N, feeling the sting of the tackle, couldn’t help but let the words slip out.

"Nice move, captain. Too bad you can’t win without a foul," Y/N spat, her tone harsher than she intended.

Alexia’s jaw tightened. “If you focused as much on the game as you do on running your mouth, maybe you wouldn’t be on the ground.”

It stung more than it should have, and before Y/N knew it, they were chest to chest, glaring at each other. The crowd was roaring, but all Y/N could hear was the pounding of her own heart. The whistle blew again, breaking their stare-off, and both players reluctantly pulled away.

After the match ended in a draw, neither of them spoke. But the tension between them was undeniable.

Weeks passed, and Y/N couldn’t get Alexia out of her head. She’d always had a playful nature, always the first to crack a joke or break the ice, but when it came to Alexia, she felt… different. The banter wasn’t just fun; it felt personal. But she couldn’t ignore the hurt that Alexia’s words had caused. She’d always thought their dynamic was mutual, a game of cat and mouse, but now she wasn’t so sure. Maybe Alexia really did think she wasn’t good enough.

One night, after a particularly tough training session, Y/N found herself sitting alone in the locker room, scrolling through her phone mindlessly. A text from her sister, Elisa, popped up.

Elisa: "I saw your match. Everything okay with you and Alexia?"

Y/N sighed. Of course, Elisa would notice. They were family, and Elisa knew Y/N better than anyone.

Y/N: "It’s complicated."

The next day, Y/N received an unexpected message from Alexia. A simple text, but it hit Y/N like a ton of bricks.

Alexia: "Can we talk?"

Y/N stared at the screen for a moment before replying.

Y/N: "Sure. Where?"

Later that evening, Y/N found herself outside a quiet café in Barcelona. She hadn’t expected to feel so nervous, but the thought of seeing Alexia outside the football field made her stomach twist in knots. She spotted Alexia sitting at a table by the window, her face partially obscured by a loose strand of hair. For the first time in months, Alexia didn’t look fierce or guarded—she just looked… vulnerable.

Y/N approached slowly, slipping into the seat across from her. For a moment, they sat in silence, the tension between them palpable.

Alexia finally spoke, her voice softer than Y/N had ever heard. "I didn’t mean to hurt you. That tackle… my words… I don’t want this to be like this between us."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sincerity in Alexia’s voice. "Then why does it feel like it’s always a battle between us?"

Alexia met her gaze, and for the first time, Y/N saw something in her eyes that she hadn’t noticed before. Vulnerability. "Because it scares me how much you get under my skin. You make me feel things I’m not used to feeling. And I don’t know how to handle that."

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the confession. Her playful demeanor faltered for a moment as she processed Alexia’s words. "You mean… all this time, it wasn’t just about football?"

Alexia shook her head. "No. It’s never been just about football."

Y/N’s heart raced, but this time it wasn’t from anger or frustration. It was from the realization that Alexia felt the same way she did. The teasing, the banter—it had all been a way to mask what they were really feeling.

"Well," Y/N said with a smirk, "I always knew I was irresistible."

Alexia rolled her eyes but smiled, the tension between them easing for the first time in months. "You’re impossible."

"But you like me anyway," Y/N teased, leaning in slightly.

Alexia’s smile softened, her eyes locking with Y/N’s. "Yeah. I do."

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of conversation and laughter, the weight of their unspoken feelings finally lifted. As they left the café, walking side by side under the Barcelona night sky, Y/N’s hand brushed against Alexia’s, and before she could second-guess herself, she intertwined their fingers. Alexia didn’t pull away; instead, she squeezed Y/N’s hand gently.

They stopped in front of Y/N’s car, the air between them charged with something electric. Y/N leaned against the door, pulling Alexia closer, her playful demeanor returning. "So… now what, captain?"

Alexia stepped into her space, her eyes darkening with an intensity that sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine. "Now," Alexia whispered, her lips just inches from Y/N’s, "we stop pretending."

And with that, Alexia closed the distance, capturing Y/N’s lips in a kiss that was both soft and fierce, full of all the emotions they had been holding back for so long. Y/N’s hands found their way to Alexia’s waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, a fire igniting between them.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, Y/N grinned, her voice low and teasing. "Took you long enough."

Alexia laughed softly, resting her forehead against Y/N’s. "Shut up."

Y/N chuckled, pressing another kiss to Alexia’s lips, this one softer, filled with the promise of what was to come.

Y/N pulled back slightly, her lips still ghosting over Alexia’s as she whispered, “I like this version of you. The one that’s not trying so hard to beat me all the time.”

Alexia smirked, her fingers toying with the collar of Y/N’s jacket. “Don’t get too used to it. I’m still going to crush you on the field.”

Y/N laughed, her chest vibrating with the sound. “Oh, I expect nothing less, captain.” She tugged Alexia even closer, their bodies flush against each other, feeling the steady beat of Alexia’s heart beneath her touch. “But off the field, we’re not rivals. Deal?”

Alexia looked up at her, the weight of the moment hanging between them. For once, she wasn’t guarded or distant. “Deal.”

Y/N pressed a lingering kiss to Alexia’s forehead before pulling away and opening the door to her car. “Let’s take it one step at a time then. Starting with… maybe a real date?”

Alexia raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly do you call tonight?”

“Tonight was a heart-to-heart,” Y/N replied, slipping into the driver’s seat and looking up at Alexia. “Our date is going to be… well, you’ll see. I’m full of surprises.”

Alexia leaned down, resting her arms on the open window, her face just inches from Y/N’s. “I’m counting on it,” she said with a playful glint in her eyes before stepping back.

Y/N watched as Alexia disappeared into the night, a soft smile tugging at her lips. The tension that had once defined them was finally gone, replaced by something new—something exciting.

As Y/N drove away, her mind raced with thoughts of the future. For the first time, it wasn’t about the rivalry, the tension, or the unspoken words. It was about what lay ahead for them—together.

Whatever came next, Y/N knew one thing for sure: Alexia was worth it.

[ittybittyremy]

All the details Bells Hells know about Cyrus' death & everything surrounding it

I've been seeing people wondering/forgetting how much Dorian has told Bells Hells about the circumstances of Cyrus' death. So I've decided to go through the episodes!

A couple disclaimers before I start:

Orym shouldn't have made that comment to Dorian. Even if he didn't know all the specifics, knowing Dorian's brother died recently (and at all for that matter) should have stopped him from making that theoretical. Even if Cyrus' death had nothing to do with the gods, it would still be an inappropriate thing to say. He could've made that theoretical to anyone else in that group but he said it to the person with a recently dead family member.

Even though it would be beneficial for Dorian to tell BH (and for BH to learn/understand) everything about that day, he doesn't have to (and` shouldn't be forced to). Plus, it's very in character for Dorian not to tell them.

I don't want to see any comments saying "well it's implied," "BH should be able to connect the dots," or "BH should get the hint because of how Dorian has been acting." I'm bad at picking up hints irl so I won't fault BH for not connecting those points.

This post is about what Dorian has explicitly said (even though I did add a couple parts where he implies what happens).

This is all under the assumption that Dorian has not told BH everything off camera.

All timestamps will be based on the YouTube VOD.

I may miss a couple tidbits so sorry in advance.

Now to the actual information

Episode 93

Cyrus died (3:43:24)

Two of Dorian's best friends became the champions of the Matron of Ravens and the Spider Queen (3:43:28)

It all happened yesterday (3:43:38)

Opal is "not really" okay (3:43:45)

Cyrus died in battle "if you can call it that" (3:53:36)

Until that day he never thought real evil existed (3:53:46)

What he saw in the previous couple days does was "irredeemable" (3:53:55)

They tried to help Opal (3:54:59)

Dorian knows that there are forces enacting on the world that go "deeper than [he] imagined" (3:55:05)

Fy'ra Rai stayed with Opal (3:55:16)

Dariax is "all right" (3:55:20)

Opal is alive but corrupted (3:57:04)

Fy'ra Rai may be walking down the path as Opal (3:57:12)

Episode 94

Dorian doesn't explicitly mention it this episode but there is a moment where he hints that the prime deities may have somehow been involved.

"If you are relying on the help of the gods, champions, I can't say that I trust them anymore" (2:30:17)

Episode 102

No explicit mentions here BUT we begin to get Dorian's opinions of the gods. That's not what this post is about so I will move on

Episode 103

More of Dorian's views on the gods and we finally get another (sort of) explicit mention

"The last I conferred with a god, they cared very little about the feelings of anyone around us." That god being the Spider Queen (1:37:01)

The reason I say "sort of" is because Dorian doesn't say this is in regards to Cyrus' death (even though we the audience knows this). Orym and Fearne could've easily assumed that this was in regards to their EXU times.

Episode 109

Get an idea of what "getting dark" means. Matt describes Opal as "a humanoid shape of white hair and a black crown dripping and black oil and ichor. Opal stands dark and still" (2:19:13)

"Opal the Twice-Crowned, born a fractured, dual soul. A being of unknown potential, manipulated by cult and betrayer gods alike to walk a violent path without agency, a pawn for the gods and their whims." Raven Queen describing Opal (2:19:32)

Opal has a spider form (different from three-armed Opal) (2:49:20)

Episode 110

Dorian remind Bells Hells that Opal is now the champion of the Spider Queen (51:29)

Laudna says "hang on, because didn't, the last time you saw Opal, wasn't she trying to brutally murder you?" (52:22). I guess BH knows it was the Spider Queen? I'm a bit confused because Dorian never explicitly told them this but maybe it was an off screen thing

Dorian: "I'm not certain any information we would get from her would be particularly reliable" (52:30)

What does Bells Hells know?

As far as they know, the day before Dorian reunited with Bells Hells:

Cyrus died in a (sort of) battle.

They tried to help Opal but she is corrupted, she is still alive though

Fy'ra Rai stayed with Opal

Dariax is safe

Opal and someone else are now the champions of the Spider Queen and Matron of Ravens.

Dorian discovered real evil existed

The title "Opal the Twice-Crowned"

Opal's spider form (but different the three-armed Opal that Dorian saw)

Opal is not a reliable source of information right now

What does Bells Hells not know?

Wildmother refused to help

Matron refused to help

The Spider Queen killed Cyrus (? tbh i'm confused about this one)

Dorian came here because Opal casted mass suggestion

Dorian abandoned Dariax

Opal's memories are either gone or altered

Opal with three arms

The whole Ted thing

And much more

[silantryoo]

ENCHANTED [ WRITTEN ] — hanlim

y/n's first day in hanlim.

WARNINGS ; invasion of privacy, panic attacks, stalking, mentions of illegal filming, mentions of teen pregnancy (1.5k)

she had never meant to upset her mother.

y/n was hardheaded. she remembered the countless times her grandmother had scolded her for staying up late, and for keeping a bit too much to herself. her younger self (and still now) refused to budge from the door on days when her mother was supposed to arrive, even if she knew deep down it was just another empty promise

she was stubborn, but she knew what she wanted.

her mom never kept her dismay for y/n's choice of hobby hidden. the frown on her face whenever her daughter mentioned dance lessons or recitals, the grimace that painted it when she learned of her dreams on stage.

she thought y/n would grow out of it, that it would just be a phase like any other kid her age. she remembered how she was in elementary school, when everyone wanted to be a singer.

the day she finally came home, her daughter was dressed in her new uniform. a hanlim uniform.

she made a conscious effort from the day her daughter was born to never be rough. she vowed that she would never yell, never treat her y/n the way that the media did when she was thirteen.

she knew too well that the fear of being found out - of the consequences - overrode all common sense.

her hand yanked the young girl's arm, nearly ripping it off its socket. the tremble in her hands, the fear, traveled into her lungs like a sickening virus.

her daughter didn't have her face, didn't have a single physical feature except her smile. their voices sounded nothing alike, and the way she presented herself was nothing like her mother's. besides, there were plenty of kwon's in south korea, and no one would ever consider that this random teenager would be the offspring of two idols.

but somehow, in some way, she knew that they would find out.

"what are you wearing?"

the wince on her daughter's face was enough to break her heart, and the fear y/n saw in her mother's eyes - the thought of anyone knowing who she truly was - crushed her.

"my school uniform." y/n rubbed her arm, the dull ache seeping up. she knew her mom would react like this. "grandpa is dropping me off, don't worry."

the furrow between her mother's eyebrows first appeared during y/n's first dance practice, and ever since then, it hasn't left.

"hanlim...?" her mom eyed her outfit, never tearing her eyes away from the school crest. "hanlim?"

everyone who knew about the industry knew about hanlim. it was littered with people like him, who probably knew him. children and families who looked up to him, worshiping the ground he's walked on, trying to replicate each note he'd sang.

and now, her daughter would be swarmed with everything she's tried to keep her from. there was no stopping her, and there was no stopping them from knowing.

"mom..."

at times like this, y/n wondered if her mom regretted having her (more than she already did).

"why didn't you tell me?"

she had the same eyes as him.

y/n fiddled with her phone, her eyes trained on its grey back. "i texted you two months ago."

"on what phone? on my work phone, y/n?" the teenager nodded, avoiding her mother's gaze. "you know i don't check my work phone."

she knew that, obviously. y/n knew her mother constantly got bombarded with random texts and calls on her work phone, fans and stalkers insistent on interacting with their idol. she also knew how much her mom would hate her going to hanlim.

"it's not a big deal."

"yes, it is!" y/n had never heard her mother raise her voice until now, and it hurt her more than it scared her. "do you not understand how bad this is for us?"

they were gonna devour her daughter, just like how they did her. they were gonna rip her apart - her face, her voice, the way she moved and spoke. once they found out - when they found out, y/n would be the hunt of the century.

"it's fine, mom." the young kwon could feel the clock ticking as it got closer and closer to the beginning of her school day. "we don't even look alike. no one's gonna know."

she hated how her daughter looked like him in this light.

("no one's gonna find out about us, jagi-yah. no one's gonna know. i promise.")

"and what if figure it out?" the thought made her want to throw up, like when they found the hidden cameras her father found her daughter's nursery. "what if they do something again?"

sometimes, she could feel her veins run cold during recording. that small light - red and minuscule, taunting her as she performed on stage. the flashes that followed her around, travelling with her from country to country...

"they won't!"

it trailed her daughter like shadow, but she always made sure to keep her daughter in the light.

"you don't know that, y/n." she's been in the industry long enough to know what they like. "baby, this is for your safety too. you're my kid."

(it was his fault, she was young and naive.)

"but-"

"no." her hand dropped, the dread in her chest traveling all over her body. maybe it was best for her daughter to know.

she was too young to, but she was too back then.

"baby..."

"princess, let's go." her father entered, his eyes still as kind as ever. they landed on the idol in front of him. "you're home a day early."

"dad." why did she feel like she was eighteen again? like she had just missed her second period in a row? "i... yeah. i took the soonest flight."

her gaze moved to the younger kwon, and it was as if the fear she had felt the day she found out she was pregnant had tripled.

her daughter couldn't go through this. she had done everything in her power to make sure that it was so.

"we'll talk after your classes, okay?"

y/n always wondered how her mom would've reacted if she figured out that hanlim was exactly how she pictured it to be.

y/n was over thinking it.

she knew she was probably paranoid, her mom's constant spewing of 'be careful's and 'i know better's getting to her.

besides, there were hundreds of thousands — millions of people in seoul. none of which knew who she was, knew who she was related to. no one could possibly notice the similarities between her and her mother — their smile, playful and boyish, their eyes, intense and sparkling.

another bus stop.

the man was still there, sitting in the back, burning a hole into the side of her head. a white hot beam, a spotlight that only she and that man knew was on her.

he couldn't be watching her. it was improbable. there were students of all kinds, from different schools on the bus. for all y/n knew, he was with his daughter, dropping her off.

but why was he staring at her?

another stop. y/n's stop.

the young kwon rushed out of the bus, cursing under her breath. the fresh air felt suffocating, cold and crisp as if it came with a reminder of her and her mother's paranoia.

her mom must've been used to the industry, and how they seize every moment of an idol's life for opportunity. she knew her mom struggled to even drive home at times, having to make sure she was hidden from any watchful eye.

but she wasn't her mom.

besides, the real world wasn't like that. y/n was sure of it. there were people who minded their own business, who didn't profit off of people's personal lives.

"are you kwon y/n?"

a strong grip, an older man's grip.

"sorry, you've got the wrong person."

y/n pulled away, her heart beating out of her chest as her schoolmates flooded past the gates of hanlim. she was supposed to be a spec in the sea of black blazers and shiny shoes. no one should've known, right?

"but in the pictures they gave me—"

pictures?

sure, from time to time, y/n got worried about people following her. she was paranoid occasionally, but it was seoul, for god's sake. at least ten people were going the same way as you.

her mom was right.

"i'm sorry. you've got the wrong girl." y/n could barely muster a smile, rushing into campus as she left the man.

she had dreams to make her mother proud, to perform the same way she did. y/n always expected that once she reached her goals, she'd suffer a similar fate; the flashing lights, the lack of privacy. y/n never realized that it would come prematurely.

was she terrified? absolutely. but it wasn't gonna cost her her dreams. she wasn't going to sacrifice the one thing she and her mom could bond over, the one thing they could share publicly.

she'd never tell her mom, even if it killed her.

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[hotreadingwitch]

Regulus x Reader - Hide & Seek

Content Warnings/Kinks: teasing, praise, degradation, hair pulling, light choking, light spanking, mirror kink, cum swallowing/play, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected vaginal sex 

Hide & Seek 

Y/n Potter was hiding in the basement bathroom, swearing to herself because even though she’d initially thought the cramped spot was a good one for their game of hide and seek that the boys had insisted on playing now that it was the holidays, she knew they were too clever to not find her soon than later. About to step out of the space, she was almost hit in the face by the door opening. 

“Shit, sorry” Regulus’s clear voice apologized quickly, with a small laugh, “…I was going hide in here too” 

“I guess great minds think alike” she responded easily. 

Their gazes met and a fiery warmth fused low in her stomach as she regarded the piercing quality of his green eyes. Y/n had been crushing on Regulus since he had started living with her family last summer and though it was winter now, the feelings still remained. 

“You can hide with me if you’d like” she offered then without thinking, internally cursing herself as she looked around at the small space.

“Really?” He questioned. 

“Yep” 

She could practically hear her own gulp. Regulus stepped into the space, the closeness of his thin frame instantly making her feel overwhelmed 

“If I thought living with Sirius and James would be this annoying I wouldn’t have left Mother’s house” 

Y/n let out a small huff at his dark humour, a sound that only made Regulus smile brighter, and what a blinding, rare smile it was. Regulus didn’t seem like he was particularly joyful, in fact, his cold demeanour made most people think he was incredibly withdrawn, even mean at times. But Y/n saw him, saw the sparkle in his eyes when he was about to beat Lupin at a game of chess or when he reluctantly helped Sirius with a prank. She’d seen it all with her own two eyes and, of course, it only made her like him more. 

“Bit tight…” Regulus strained, his voice full of something Y/n couldn’t quite place. 

Her eyes snapped to his, blushing when she realized he was referring to the close quarters they were hiding in. It was true, the bathroom was tight, to say the least, and the fact that two bodies were attempting to fit inside it didn’t help. Y/n attempted to back up just as Regulus tried to move as well, letting out a small gasp as her back hit the cool porcelain of the sink and he pressed against her. 

“Sorry,” she stuttered out, placing a hand on his chest to steady herself, shocked when she felt his heartbeat thundering beneath her fingers. 

She started to move her hand away, flushing with embarrassment, but Regulus caught her fingers between his, moulding them back to his chest. 

“You feel that baby?” His voice was dripping with darkness and need, “Feel my heart beating nice and fast for you?” 

“You—you” she started, practically shocked to silence, “you like me?” 

“And you like me” he confirmed without her even confessing. 

“How did you know?” 

“Call it a lucky guess” he smirked, “and if I didn’t know then well I certainly do now” 

Her face heated at his words, realizing she’d just accidentally confirmed her crush. 

“Don’t make fun of me” 

Something changed in his expression then as if he didn’t realize he was embarrassing her at all. 

“I mean it Y/n” he tipped her chin up with his finger, “I really do like you, I’ve wanted you since the day I met you”

Her eyes widened and her gaze dragged up from his chest to his beautiful face, admitting quietly, “I want you too” 

His hesitant lips lowered to hers, groaning into her mouth as she immediately deepened the kiss. His nimble fingers caressed her neck, his touch lighter than a feather. When she thrust her neck forward, tangling her tongue with his, he grunted, squeezing his veiny hand around it, making her moan at the sensation. 

“Not so innocent after all…” Regulus chuckled darkly, “Tell me Y/n, do you like being a bad girl? Being a good little slut?” She squirmed as he lowered his lips to her ear, “I bet you think about me when you touch yourself…” 

A small whimper escaped her lips unbidden, the sound only making Regulus smirk. 

“I can give you what you want baby” he pressed closer, whispering, “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise” 

“Rather cocky aren’t we?” She tried to joke but her voice came out breathy and wrong. 

“I know my strengths” he smirked as he sunk to his knees before her. 

“Reg” her voice cracked at the sight of him below her, his hands caressing gently up and down her thighs. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to” he offered. 

“No—I want to Regulus, I want you…” 

“You want me to what, exactly?” 

“Reg…”

“C’mon baby, you can use your words for me”

“I want your tongue on me” her chest heated, “Merlin, I want your fingers in me” 

She gasped as the cool basement air swirled around her bare legs, a chill running all the way up to her cunt which was embarrassingly wet, as Regulus lifted her skirt. His mouth pressed kiss after kiss up her thigh until he reached the place she needed him most. 

“You’re sure?” He asked again. 

“Yes,” she breathed, nodding her head with certainty. 

Y/n cried out as Regulus removed her panties, pocketing them, before beginning his attack on her clit. He lapped at it so slowly, so sensually that she felt that she was being worshipped. Simply put, Regulus’s tongue made her feel like a goddess. She melted at his touch, crying out at the pleasure that she’d never felt before. 

“I hate to tell you to be quiet baby but I don’t think you want your brother finding you while you’re making a pretty mess all over my face” 

Y/n whimpered quietly, before promising, “I’ll be quiet” 

“Good girl”

The words sent a shot of warmth right to her clit. Regulus teased at the spot with a knowing smirk. She moaned as quietly as she could as he continued to please her. His head rocked against her cunt as she gripped him by his chestnut curls, pulling at the strands so hard that he groaned onto her, the sensation making her shiver. After a while, Regulus slipped a teasing finger into Y/n, using his long middle one to curl up into her and hit that perfect, needy spot. 

“Fuck” 

Regulus chuckled darkly, teasing, “So my pretty girl’s got a dirty mouth huh?” 

She smiled as he reconnected to her then, tasting and probing all at once. 

“Reg, yes Regulus” she cried out, biting her lip to keep her moans in. 

When he slipped a second finger in her, stretching her tight hole as much as he could, that was it for her. Her release was rising within her like a tidal wave, making her body tense around his fingers. 

“I’m close” she groaned, preparing for release when Regulus slipped his fingers out of her, removing his tongue as well, making her beg without shame, “Don’t stop! What are you doing?” 

Regulus flipped her over so that she was facing the mirror above the cool sink, making her ass jiggle with a light spank. She groaned at the loss of sensation but also at the feeling of the sharp pain. 

“Bend over for me baby” he ordered then, his voice tickling the shell of her ear, “When you cum for me, it’s gonna be on my cock…now open your mouth” 

She parted her lips, allowing Regulus to reach around and force her to taste her own cum which coated his fingers. 

“That’s it, good girls clean up their messes right baby?” 

She nodded quickly, his fingers still wetting her lips. SMACK. Another spank landed on her ass cheek, making her wince. 

“And good girls use their words” he added, his tone menacing, “Can I fuck you now baby?” 

“It’s—It’s my first time” she admitted, fear that he wouldn’t want her anymore instantly clouding her mind. 

His hands gently caressed her ass, rubbing over the red marks with unnerving gentleness. 

“I can go easy on you” his eyes flicked to hers in the reflection. 

“I don’t want you to” she bravely met his gaze with her own, “…I want it rough” 

Regulus sprung to action then, bending her over the edge of the sink, making her toes curl against the tile floor. He pressed his hard cock against her entrance, spreading her lips with the tip. He rocked against her, coating his cock in her wetness as he slipped back and forth between her legs, his tip poking at her clit each time. When he finally entered her, it was an instant mix of both pain and pleasure. 

“Reg” she moaned, not caring if the boys heard her, if anyone did, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock inside her. 

He clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her. 

“You gotta keep quiet baby, no matter how much I want to hear your pretty little moans. Can you be good for me?” 

Her eyebrows furrowed but she whimpered a small “yes” into his palm, nodding as well.

Regulus slid into surprisingly easy, her wetness making her hole completely soaked. He continued thrusting into her, the initial feeling making her back arch and her cunt become even slicker by the second. She groaned into his palm as he rutted into her. 

“That’s right, you like the way I’m stretching you, baby? Merlin I’ve wanted you for so long. Driving me fucking crazy every day, walking braless around this house in those thin tops of yours” 

“Reg” she moaned breathily. 

He gripped at her chest then, holding tightly to her breasts as his words sunk in and he pounded in and out of her. As he fucked her, one of his hands slid down from her chest, flicking at her clit. The sound that came out of her mouth then was raw and needy all at once, though it was silenced by his other hand over her mouth. 

She bucked her hips backward so that they slapped against Regulus’s powerful thrusts, creating even more pleasure for them both.

“Look at yourself baby” he ordered softly. 

Her y/e/c eyes flitted up, widening as she took in her flushed face, messy hair, and dilated pupils reflected back at her. Her tits shook from the force of his pounding, her nipples two hard peaks. Her eyebrows scrunched as the waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. 

“Flawless…” he mused, meeting her gaze through the mirror, “Cum for me” 

Her release washed through her body then as if by his command. The feeling centred both inside her and on her clit, the sensations combining to provide her with the perfect release. Regulus thrust and thrust, pushing her through her orgasm as well as his. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” she practically chanted as she came, her flushed face reflecting just how absolutely destroyed she actually was. 

He collapsed forward after, his arms caging her in from behind, placing hot kisses on her neck.

“You did so good baby” he breathed. 

“Thank you, so did you” she blushed. 

Regulus grabbed her clothes, helping her back into her skirt and pulling up his pants. It was then that they heard Sirius practically screech, 

“James!! Let’s check the basement. 

With a chuckle, Regulus rushed Y/n behind the shower curtain, staying in the front part of the bathroom himself. 

“Hide” he whispered to her with a small wink that made her sigh. 

She climbed into the bathtub and hid behind the curtain just as Sirius whipped open the door. 

“Caught you!” He grinned toothily. 

“Yep, you got me” Regulus sounded resigned yet cheeky.  

[boct-kimerakal]

just normal girl things

an offering. more signalis oc content. a tentative offering.. i’ve increased my discoverability a smidge but this may prove to be a terrible mistake and wind up revoked so! enjoy it while it lasts..

just kidding, it’s a massive lore dump too! what? you think you’re going to catch me off brand?

hallo, so if you’ve seen my introduction to pondwater post, you should know who these two are (if you haven’t, it should be in the tag) but TLDR: an LSTR unit walks into leng, the punchline? there’s another LSTR unit there already. they each have smidges of 512’s memory, pike (red) more than wasserjungfer (heavy combat frame)

this is a really bad doodle but it’s more so to preface the lore dump than anything! speaking of:

we’re focusing on pike this time. i figure she was manufactured before the penrose initiative and was used in a team, maybe on rotfront to survey the empire-era bioresonance-altered terrain for nation infrastructure expansion. kind of odd, i’m not sure yet - either way, her start easily conditions her into the shared unit identity. they named her ‘pike,’ so as to not be confused with another on-site LSTR! but left her to her own devices. as the unit ages, but is still operational, she’s shipped off to solo-man an isolated inspections / maintenance post. better than an ARAR, since it’s a military posting. she relishes the solitude, like a lighthouse keeper. simply an LSTR.

so it’s easy when 512 gets blended into her brain.

now, when she meets wasserjungfer, things change. as they fumble through sierpinski, with this imperfect mirror right beside her, she realises she’s nothing like wasserjungfer. or, rather, wasserjungfer doesn’t seem very much like an LSTR. (but also! so much like an LSTR! then why are they so little alike?) talking to wasserjungfer makes her separate herself more from her, then, more from 512. as she rejects the 512 elster neural pattern, things get weird - it comes and goes in waves.

all the while wasserjungfer yells at her to keep her grip on herself. pike. she can’t let her identity be erased in the wake of someone’s grief! she’s not 512! forget the nation, they aren’t just interchangeable. (ha! simple thoughts that’ll get you decommissioned, doesn’t matter now since they’re both doomed to die)

and yet, and yet, and yet..

pike has moments where she sees wasserjungfer and pukes oxidant. because she looks just like her (512) and if that LSTR’s here for ariane, then she can’t be 512. so what is she? what is standing here, bleeding? (pike, it’s your name, pike)

pike dreams of the “lighthouse” (an idea! not so much a real place) and an ocean she’s never seen, where all this identity stuff didn’t matter because she was The Only One There.

pike, becoming attached to her protege and her goals, this version of herself that stands a chance, has to convince herself she isn’t wasserjungfer (or, well, 4 to her since she refuses to tell her her name) too.

pike has to close her eyes to remember who she is based on what she is feeling in the exact moment because how else can she know? when everything she sees around her can’t be trusted? when 512 looked just like her? when her memories aren’t her own?

and on wasserjungfer’s side... her resolute “i won’t be changed, i have one goal” mentality! and how it turns against her.

as pike pushes away from 512’s identity, wasserjungfer, funnily enough, in all her ice-cold determination, gets pulled further into the thrall. having experienced a devotion enough to parallel 512’s - lian (who else but her lover, now) and ariane blend together in her head. the more she wants to get back to lian, the two kids they found - the deeper she sinks into being 512

eventually, that makes the environment.. take notice - there can’t be two 512s. so it targets the reject, pike. wounds don’t heal as easy, the corrupted hit harder. pike is pretty much playing on survival while wasserjungfer gets off easy. too busy - pike never once realises that wasserjungfer is breaking under the thrall. even when she finally succumbs to a corrupted horde, she saves wasserjungfer’s life, holding (gripping, really) onto a scrap of belief she can break the cycle. but at least she dies with a name! pike, and she dies realising pike lived.

though.. so desperately she craves dancing with someone she never met. whoops! sorry girl, thought you could die totally yourself? at least now she’s dead, she doesn’t have to keep fighting to keep herself her self. right?

i shake them around like little salt-and-pepper shakers. sprinkling insanity onto my breakfast. onto yours too if you read this. i’m workshopping them forever, they aren’t perfect ... not yet, maybe never .. but i like them a lot.

anyways, fun archive word dump! i’ll need this for later. probably should put the water-themed one on here too for safekeeping

[t1oui]

i swear i've written this before but i can't find it anywhere SO

jake mason who falls in love with michael yew at the worst time. there's a war on, and people are dying, and he just can't control his feelings. michael's bad with words, but jake knows his feelings are reciprocated.

then michael's gone.

it happens fast. jake never gets to say goodbye. there's no body. he holds out hope that michael survived, just a little sliver of it, even long after the logical part of his brain has accepted the truth.

drew tanaka who looks up to a big sister who made the wrong choice. there's a war on, and drew clings to silena like her life depends on it. after silena's boyfriend dies, something changes about her, something deep down past the pain of losing a loved one, and drew doesn't know what to say, so she doesn't say anything at all. now, she thinks, maybe she could've stopped what happened next.

silena dies on a street in manhattan, and people call her a traitor. drew does, too, if only to protect herself. she looks up and sees herself in will solace, even younger than she is, suddenly a leader just like her.

drew takes all her fear and anger and sadness and puts it into ruling the aphrodite cabin because if she doesn't, she'll fall apart, and she can't do that.

will solace who loses both of his protectors in a year. there’s a war coming, and lee insists he’ll take care of them. will trusts him just like he always has.

lee doesn’t make it out of the maze.

but as much as that hurts it’s okay, because michael’s still around… until he isn’t. because then the war’s right on top of them, and a bridge collapses with michael on it. they never find a body. will’s too busy with his new duties as head counselor of the apollo cabin to get sorry about seeing his brother again.

when jake gets hurt, will solace, still only fifteen years old, stops by to check on him. after he's gone, drew tanaka comes and sits by jake's bed and tells him about her day. it's mostly complaints about her siblings and other campers and the stoll brothers, but she's funny, and she makes jake feel less alone.

jake expects it to stop when he gets better, but that first day he's able to get up and go out on the dock by himself, will and drew appear next to him. will insists on a check-up, and drew tells him that she thinks malcolm pace and connor stoll would like each other if only they could pull their heads out of their asses, and jake starts to smile like he hasn't since michael died.

jake's an old relic, the last surviving member of his friend group, but drew and will follow him around like ducklings. drew complains, and will gestures wildly through talks about healing and injury prevention and that cute hades boy. for some unknown reason they care about him, and jake couldn’t be more thankful.

for a while, despite their shared use of jake as a surrogate older brother, will and drew don’t get along. they’re terribly alike, jake thinks. maybe that’s why they dislike each other. but then one day when they’re following jake around as they do, drew complaining as always, it happens. drew’s going on and on about something jake’s sister nyssa did, and will howls with laughter halfway through a sentence. when drew looks at him incredulously he goes, “oh my gods. you like her, don’t you?” and drew stares at him slack-jawed before smacking him on the shoulder and screaming at him for saying such a thing. suddenly the two of them talk, and jake knows that will is right about drew’s crush.

jake hopes that somewhere, somehow, silena and lee and michael can see their siblings, can see how far they’ve come. maybe charlie is with them, watching jake. he hopes he’s making them proud.

at a campfire one night jake watches nyssa sit down next to drew and he meets will’s eyes across the circle. drew insists there’s nothing going on between them. “i thought you were a daughter of aphrodite,” will says, and as always drew huffs and pretends she didn’t hear him.

when malcolm and connor finally get together, drew drags will into the hephaestus cabin and spends about half an hour telling him and jake that she was right. will interrupts and says that according to nico who saw nyssa and drew behind the demeter cabin he was right too, and drew smacks him and leaves. “i’m still right,” will says, and he wanders off after drew.

jake has lost everyone, but he’s found another family. they’ll never replace his old one, but he’s finally begun to realize that they don’t need to.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you do—Garten of Banban Characters reacting to WereGator!Reader going through the games events to find their nieces? (Same principle as a Werewolf, just with them being able to turn into an alligator. They can semi-shift sharper claws or more menacing eyes.)

Monsters are secretly intermingled with normal society. They just tend to stay out of sight or hide their otherness to blend in. Cause humans are crazy population wise to them, seriously eight billion?! No lone species wants to get that many humans ticked off/scared of them. Reader was really wary of letting their sister-in-law leave her daughters at the daycare. Sure, it catered to monster kids but something was always a bit off… Weregators have strong nurturing instincts when it comes to their or any family member’s kids. The worry was just brushed away as that being in overdrive…

Reader goes through the various puzzles a bit aggressively (never destroying anything outright but Banban can see them barely controlling their strength/shifts).

Oh I love this!! I'll just be doing 4 characters

.......

Banban

You had your suspicions about letting your nieces get dropped off at the kindergarten during "Bring-A-Friend Day".

Your sister-in-law didn't see the problem. Sure, the place was apparently creating living, breathing mascots and likely violating all moral/ethical codes in doing so...but she thought it was fine.

Lab-bred monsters interacting with the natural monsterkind living quietly in the outside world? Surely nothing could go wrong...

Until it did and you found yourself going to this place to find your two nieces.

They weren't even your own children, though as a weregator your nurturing instincts went into overdrive the moment you heard of their disappearance.

And it's for that reason you'd be....quite aggressive and direct in how you solved the strange puzzles throughout the facility.

Nothing pissed you off more than the drone--as sometimes it refused to cooperate.

You came close to smashing the controller numerous times.

You meet Banban after he tries knocking you out, but he's stunned when you barely flinch and tackle him, eyes turning reptilian, alligator claws growing on your hands, and patches of your skin turning to scales.

And you growl angrily, threatening his very existence.

But since he shares Untham's fascination with monsterkind, he just stares at you like you're some spectacle, totally fearless.

"My, what big claws you have....sorry, bad joke-"

"Shut it, "Banban"." You snarl. "Where are my nieces?! I swear if you did anything to them-"

"I've done nothing to them. In fact, I feel terrible about what's been going on here. And that's why I want to help you find them."

"You do..?" You blink. "Then why did you attack me?"

"It's hard to explain. Sometimes I lose control over myself...I truly am sorry about that. Now could you let me go? I think doing that will benefit both of us."

"...how?"

"I promise I'll help you the whole way. Believe me, I've tried helping others before you, but...they were humans. Held back by fear and lack of physical endurance. You, however, stand a chance. But you'll need some guidance. This place is huge, after all."

You were surprised by his offer, albeit cautious of his intentions.

In the end, you let him go as killing him wasn't gonna bring you anywhere closer to your nieces.

He oversees your journey and helps where he can, although he cringes when you damn near shatter the glass panels when solving certain puzzles or fully shift into your gator form when you're trying to fight of Nabnab....

Or when Banban turns into his "hellish" form and tries attacking you, with you leaving some pretty deep scratches on his skin.

Once he snaps out of it, he's like "omg you're just like me fr, we both have trouble taming the beasts within ourselves-"

You take full offense to that and remind him that you're both nothing alike.

Opila Bird Up

She basically fucked around and found out when she first confronted you.

Her screeches of intimidation turned to shrieks of fear the second you shifted into your gator form, causing her to stumble and fall into the abyss where the ball pit once was.

So for the most part..she left you alone after that.

Even Banban was impressed.

When you put her babies back into their nest, she's at first terrified that you were going to eat them....yet you had no intentions of doing so as you calmly greet her before leaving.

Even though she's been aggressive and instigated your transformation in the first place, you saw her younglings as you would your own.

You'd never think to harm them even though everything here so far has tried to harm you.

And soon a shaky alliance was formed, but only because you two shared the common instinct to protect your kin.

The turning point was when you saved Tarta and Opila from being crushed by Jumbo Josh--you literally held up his fist in your gator form so the couple could flee the fight.

Even he was shocked

That's when Opila knew you were someone who could be trusted to the fullest.

Ya'll know how some species of wading birds have gators as their "bodyguards"?

This is where you and her family are at right now. You'll fight tooth and nail to defend them.

She trusts you with her chicks and knows they're in good hands (or claws, rather).

Your end goal was still finding your nieces, but you'll save whatever children you could along the way. Human or monster or both.

Banbaleena

You weren't inclined to sit in some uncomfortable plastic chair and get schooled by this "teacher".

First she saved you from Opila Bird and now she's basically holding you hostage, confiscating your drone.

At this point you're over it. You're wasting precious time here when your nieces could be in serious trouble.

When Banbaleena threatened to tear you into pieces the next time you're "late", you snap right back at her with "how about I tear you into pieces instead?"

As you say this, you show your claws, scales, and reptilian eyes so she knew exactly what she was dealing with.

Suddenly her strict demeanor goes away and she puts you at the "mean kids" table right away.

You suspected her donor feared monsterkind, a trait that was transferred directly to her, as she keeps stuttering when giving the next lesson and deciding you're correct even if you pressed the "wrong" answer.

She can't even look you in the eye and shakily asks you to be gentle with the tape recorders.

Yet she still calls you a "bad student" for leaving and attempts to give chase, but it doesn't last long and she gives up rather quickly.

She hasn't dealt with anyone who stood up to her and lived to tell the tale.

Especially a weregator.

Bittergiggle

He's not intimidated by you in the slightest.

You could partially-shift or even fully shift into your weregator form and this jester will find ways to make jokes out of it.

Besides stopping you from interfering with his plans to make the queen laugh, his goal is to make you laugh, too.

He knows killing you by himself is no longer feasible so he's gonna be an annoying mf who stalls you with bad jokes.

"What do you call an alligator examining a crime scene? An investi-gator!!"

"What's the difference between a crocodile and an alligator? You'll see one in a while, and you'll see the other later!"

When you don't laugh, it just irritates him a lot and he storms away.

He sets Kittysaurus upon you and is shocked when you manage to subdue her with ease.

Not by letting her ram into the walls over and over, but by throwing her into those walls/buttons yourself.

Never did you think you'd wind up in this situation when all you wanted was answers as to where your nieces went....

But you'll be damned if you let some clown and dino-cat hybrid stop you from finding them.

It's actually quite funny when you come back to the kingdom's throne room and see Bittergiggle throwing an absolute FIT because you once again stopped him from telling his joke to the queen.

And I mean stomping, waving his arms, hitting the floor, etc. Just a full-blown tantrum.

"Wow, even my nieces are more mature than you smh"

[amber-laughs]

Hii!

I was thinking here and had nobody to share, so what do you think Jon's relationship with his siblings, or rather, cousins ahaha, will be like after they reunite? Do you have any headcanons? Arya and Jon? Click right away as before or nah? Bran and Jon? Jon and Sansa? Jon and Rickon (at some point)?

Sorry for the ask, I'm just like bored :)

Please come to me with all your bored questions I love answering them! I wanna start off by saying I don't think Jon will be as devoid of emotion as some people theorize he will be. We have two cases of resurrection but they are very different scenarios than Jon's. First Catelyn to Lady Stoneheart: Cat went mad before she was killed, her mind was already heavily altered in her final moments then her spirit was seemingly sifting about aimlessly until Beric brought her back. Beric has been resurrected six times and he says it take a toll on him every time and theres less of himself each time, meaning his memory was nowhere near as bad the first time it happened. But most importantly neither of these characters are wargs like Jon is. Jon's spirit will be in Ghost who is spiritually and mentally linked to him which I think will be a saving grace. I don't mean to say Jon will have no change but he most certainly will not be a walking zombie, he will still be able to have heartfelt connections with the people around him in my opinion. So:

Arya and Jon: I think that Arya will hear about Jon's death before she gets back to Westeros and it will absolutely devastate her which will make their reunion all the more touching. Jon thought she was dead until ADWD and I assume will think she's dead again if he learns about the Jeyne Pool switch so I think their reunion will be one of relief. I've made a post about this before but Arya thinks she knows who Jon's mother is right now, Edric Dayne told her it was Wylla the Wetnurse and she explicitly says she can't wait to tell Jon. I think this will go one of two ways: Jon will finally be at peace to know the truth and then BOOM! he finds out the The Truth or he'll know about Rhaegar and Lyanna before hand and have to decide if he's going to lie to Arya and the rest of his siblings. I think the R+L=J situation will create a bit of a rift between them because it will feel like a severed bond but I imagine they'll heal that by the end.

Sansa and Jon: I think Littlefinger is going to massively get in the way of this dynamic. Littlefinger wants Sansa to have the North. Jon is Robb's named heir which throws a wrench in those plans. Not only that but George has said Littlefinger gets confused when it comes to Sansa, sometimes she's his daughter with Cat he never had and sometimes she is Catelyn. Grrm called Sansa Petyr's teenage fantasy that's come back and when you have mini Ned Stark walking around the halls that will cause problems on top of the fact that LF will definitely be sniffing around trying to find out who Jon's mother is. He'll try to cause as many problems as possible for them I think. That being said I think Jon and Sansa are a now more alike than ever not only has Sansa experienced being a bastard but Jon has experienced his first love and having that torn away from him. Jon went North essentially wanting to be a great knight and finding out Castle Black is not what he heard in the songs and stories just like Sansa when she went South. I think LF will be their main issue along with some tension over Sansa feeling like Robb sidelined her for Jon and I'm not exactly sure how or where it'll end up but I'm excited (I do not under any circumstances believe that they'll be romantically involved)

Jon and Bran: I know this is gonna sound weird because Bran is only 9 but I see their relationship becoming a little co-worker like. Bran will know all about the Others by the time they meet up and Jon and him will spend a good chunk of time trading information I think. On top of that I think Bran will end up becoming something of a warging teacher to Jon the way Jojen was to him. I don't think I believe that Bran will be the one to reveal R+L=J to him, I think that'll be left to Howland.

Jon and Rickon: Personally I see Rickon dying before he reunites with Jon. If that doesn't happen I'll be curious to know if Rickon remembers him. There's a section in the Cushings Draft of Feast for Crows where Ghost can sense Rickon and Shaggydog in Skagos I know it was deleted so that sort of nullifies it but we know Summer senses the other wolves and like I said with Jon's memories staying safe in Ghost I wonder if the direwolves' connections will have an effect on Rickon being able to remember his siblings despite his age. I personally think that he will remember them if he lives because narratively I don't really see a reason for him to not, I mean I know logically he was 3 when Jon left but he's only 5 now its not much of a stretch.

But to give an overall base answer yes, I think all of them will click right away with love, relief and familiarity but that the problems above will come down the line and can't be swept under the rug

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Lily's Sister (Part 6)

Regulus Black AU

Summary:  You are Lily’s younger sister. Regulus never becomes a death eater but abandoned his family for the order. The two of you have a love/hate relationship that intensifies after you come back from a year abroad.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M- smut

part 5

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After watching Noah Mckinnon disappear, James sighed and walked back inside. Lily was sitting at the kitchen table clearly waiting for him to return.

“Well, how did it go with Noah?”

James sat down before ruffling his messy hair.

“Not great, Lils. I just crushed that boy’s hopes and dreams with your sister. I guess it's better he hears it from one of us before he sees Y/n snogging Regulus…or vice versa.”

Lily shook her head. She mentally tried to think again of more reasons why you shouldn’t date Regulus.

“I still can’t believe that Y/n chose Regulus over Noah. Noah is such a nice boy. When they dated I swore they would get married.”

James frowned.

“Love, Y/n was never going to marry Noah. While she liked him, it wasn’t what you call sparks and fireworks…like us.”

Lily gave James an annoyed expression. While she adored James, she would never consider their “beginning” sparks and fireworks.

“While I am flattered that you feel that way about us, darling, you know very well that I wanted to murder you for a very long time. Y/n and I are similar in a lot of ways. It takes a moment to fall for someone. Now seeing her go mental over Regulus…I don’t think we are so alike after all.”

James looked thoughtful for a moment.

“One thing that you are alike in…you both went for the bad boy.”

James gave Lily a cocky grin that earned a napkin being thrown at his head.

“It's amazing that I fell in love with someone so full of themselves.”

Lily said as you walked into the room with Regulus behind you. Clearly, neither of you had heard the conversation going on between James and Lily. Your sister sighed internally looking at you. Both Regulus and yourself were dressed and ready for work.

“Bless the two of you for coming out in public.”

James commented with a smirk. Regulus flipped James off as you turned to face your brother-in-law.

“Regulus and I are official now.”

You said in a cheerful tone. James gave you a pained smile. He decided now wasn’t the best time to drop the ball that he took care of the whole “Noah Mckinnon” problem for you. That would probably be a conversation to be had when Regulus wasn’t around.

“It was only a matter of time with the way that you two of have been carrying on. Regulus, break her heart and I’ll break your face.”

James said sly. Regulus gave James a raised eyebrow. He wasn’t entirely sure if James knew it or not but Regulus was more than able to handle him.

“Noted.”

Regulus muttered as he put his suit jacket on. He had also noticed the way that Lily was looking at him. It didn’t take Regulus being a smart man to know that Lily didn’t want the two of you to be a couple. In ways, he really couldn’t blame her. Regulus didn’t have a shining record when it came to how he treated his lovers in the past.

Y/n is different. She is the first one that I have felt this strongly about.

Regulus thought as James started talking.

“There is an order meeting tonight. I assume the two of you will be there…and fully dressed?”

Regulus turned back to James as you shook your head.

“Yes, we will be there and dressed. I am not about to show you my naked ass.”

James took an overdramatic breath.

“Thank Merlin.”

You decided that it was time to put an end to this conversation before James and Regulus really started insulting each other. You placed a hand on the small of Regulus’ back.

“Love, we better get going before we are late.”

Regulus reached down for your hand. He ignored the way that Lily winced.

“She’s going to have to get over this. I’m not tiptoeing around big sister Lily because she can’t handle seeing her sister happy.”

Regulus thought before following you out.

Arriving at the ministry, you were wondering if Regulus would let go of your hand. This would be one of the first tests to see if he was serious about your relationship. When he didn’t let go, you were immediately pleased.

“Are we still on for lunch?”

Regulus asked with a cocky smirk as the two of you stopped outside of Barty Crouch Sr’s office. You bit your lip looking your boyfriend over. Here he stood his typical prim and proper self. It took all that you had not to giggle at just how messed up his hair was after the previous night.

You reached out and stroked a finger down his chest.

“Of course. When does the old man leave for lunch?”

You knew that Regulus had little to no respect for Barty Crouch Sr. Whether Barty Crouch Jr was in the wrong or not, he was still Regulus’ childhood friend. The knowledge that he was now locked up to rot by his own father was something that Regulus’ hadn’t forgotten.

“Usually around one. He’s gone for an hour. That will give us plenty of time for a quickie…then later tonight…you’re all mine.”

Regulus leaned down for a kiss. As much as he wanted to stand there with you, he had meetings to get to.

“A woman after my heart. I’ll see you soon, sugar.”

You watched as Regulus walked away before walking into your own office. As soon as you walked in, however, you wanted to turn around and walk right out. Noah stood talking to Barty Crouch Sr.

The moment that he saw you, Noah looked a mixture of livid and heartbroken. He had intentionally come down to Crouch’s office to have a chat with you. If you thought that he would just sit back while you threw your life away or tried to string him along to make Regulus Black jealous then you had another thing coming.

Barty Crouch glanced down at his watch before turning to you with a smile

“There you are, Ms. Evans. I was beginning to worry. I have a council meeting this morning. You don’t have to attend this one. Its nothing really important, my dear.”

You gave your boss a smile.

“Yes, sir. Will you be going out to lunch at one? I believe that you have a meeting with Alastor Moody today.”

Crouch nodded with a pleased-as-punch grin. He would tell anyone that he wouldn’t be able to function without you as his secretary.

“Yes, my dear. I should be back around 2:00 or half past the hour.”

You moved to sit at your desk with Crouch gathered up his things and left the office without another word. You pleasantly hummed while getting your work to be done for the day situated while waiting for Noah to either talk or leave. The last thing that you wanted to do was have to deny another date or break Noah’s heart

“Either way, he’s going to be heartbroken. When he finds out I’m dating Regulus…it will not be pretty.”

Noah waited for a moment or two to make sure that Crouch wasn’t coming back.

“You lied to me.”

Noah commented, finally. You looked up. Tilting your head, you gave Noah a confused frown.

“About?”

You questioned. Noah’s face flushed as he clearly tried to control his temper. The last thing that he wanted was to envision you in Regulus’ arms. What did THAT man know about dating women? Noah knew that Regulus was a womanizer. It didn’t matter how beautiful you were. Why would Regulus change for you?

“Regulus Black, Y/n.”

“What about him?”

You replied. Noah began to pace.

“We went on a date last night and now you are dating him. You didn’t tell me that you were dating him. In fact, you made it sound like you were single. What the hell, Y/n? I thought that he had something going on?”

You leaned back in your chair.

“Yes, we went on a date last night, Noah. I wasn’t dating Regulus then. We decided to make it official after I got home. He and I had a conversation and we both felt the same way about each other. Noah, we have tried dating before and it didn’t work. You’re a nice guy but…”

Noah cut you off with a cold sneer.

“Let me guess, Regulus just makes you feel things. He knows exactly what you want in bed. He’s just the best thing ever. You are only saying that because his family is loaded. I have news for you, sweetheart, he’s a manwhore and it won’t be long until he sleeps around with some other slut.”

Your mouth dropped with slight surprise. You were also thankful that Regulus didn’t hear the last part of Noah’s monologue. Noah would have his whole face rearranged.

“That’s some cold shit to say, Noah. That just proves that you don’t know me at all. I don’t give two shits how much money the Black’s have. Yes, Regulus doesn’t have great track record when it comes to women but it's different with us.”

“I’m sure that is what every girl that he’s slept with said. You sound like such a stupid Mary Sue, Y/n. You are supposed to be smarter than this but whatever. Enjoy your slut boyfriend. When you get cheated on, don’t come crying to me.”

Noah snapped. You stood up with a cold glare.

“Get out, Noah. Get out and never speak to me again.”

Noah stared at you in disbelief. He never expected you to take Regulus’ side like this. Whether you liked Regulus or not, Noah expected you to see his way…the way of reason.

“Whether you like it or not, Y/n, we will still see each other. You will still have to talk to me. There are order meetings and here at the Ministry. I, unfortunately, will have to see you with him.”

You moved to the office door and held it open.

“I said get out!”

You nearly yelled. Noah groaned before grabbing his robe and walking out as ordered.

What a weasel!

You grumbled before going back to your desk and sitting down. Whether Noah was jealous of Regulus or not, you were not about to let him talk to you as if you were trash. You were a grown woman and could date whomever you wanted.

When 1 o’clock rolled around, you found yourself looking at the clock. After your rather eventful morning with Noah, you were more than ready to see Regulus. You didn’t plan on telling Regulus about what happened with Noah…at least not yet. The last thing that you wanted was for Regulus to go down to Noah’s department and beat the boy to a pulp.

The door opening and closing pulled you from your thoughts. Regulus stepped in and locked the door behind him.

“Just who I wanted to see.”

He said as you stood up and immediately went to your boyfriend. You stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around Regulus’ neck.

“I bet I wanted to see you more.”

You murmured before pulling him into a kiss. Regulus smiled against your mouth.

“Not a chance, sugar. You’ve been on my mind all day.”

You carefully pushed the suit jacket off of Regulus’ shoulders before running a finger down his chest.

“After last night, I would certainly hope that I am on your mind.”

Regulus chuckled as he slid a hand up your thigh only stopping as he reached the hem of your knickers.

“Such a naughty girl. Why don’t we get these off and get started before Crouch shows back up?”

You didn’t need to be told twice. As quickly as possible, you started undoing the side button of your skirt and let the garment fall to the floor. Glancing at Regulus, you watched as he wiggled out of his pants and unbuttoned his shirt.

His grey eyes rolled up to your face before flashing you a smile. It didn’t matter how many times Regulus did it, his smile could take your breath away. You could only pray that you would be able to keep that smile on his perfect face. Knowing that you, Y/n Evans, was the one to make Regulus Black smile felt like a reward all on its own.

“As much as I would love to sit with my face between your legs and let you come on my tongue, I don’t think as have the time.”

You bit your lip as Regulus moved to stand in front of you. The thought of Regulus leisurely lying between your legs eating you out for hours sounded almost heavenly. There was time for that later in the evening.

Regulus meanwhile was keeping his eyes locked on yours as he reached out to slip two fingers through your folds. You gasped the moment that he teased your clit.

“You’re so wet, sugar. I think you’ve been thinking about this too.”

You nodded, enjoying each stroke of Regulus’ fingers. Of course, you had been thinking about it. The thought of having sex with your boyfriend on your desk was on your top list of fantasies.

Moving to sit on your desk, you spread your legs and beckoned Regulus forward with a finger. Regulus didn’t need any further permission. He took his place between your legs.

“Lean back, love. I want to see those perfect tits bounce while I fuck you.”

Doing as you were told, you leaned back a bit supporting yourself on your elbows. Regulus looked you over with a pleased smile. He would never get over how beautiful you looked when offering yourself to him.

“Hurry, Reggie, we don’t have enough time to take as long as we both want.”

You whimpered. Regulus’ eyes rolled to your face as he moved his cock to your entrance.

“Don’t worry, love, I’ve got you.”

You took a deep breath as Regulus pushed himself into you. Arching your back to enjoy each moment of delicious stretching that your body did to accommodate him. Regulus closed his eyes as he pushed until he was bottomed out.

“Fuck me, Reg.”

You moaned through gritted teeth.

“As you wish. I’m going to make you spend the rest of the afternoon with my come dripping down your thighs.”

Regulus replied before pulling nearly all the way out. You gasped as he set up a deep rough pace. Letting your head fall back, you focused on not moaning too loud. The last thing that you wanted was for any workers in the next-door office to have any clue about what you were doing.

Keeping his eyes focused on your face, it took all Regulus had not to explode. He leaned forward and nuzzled his face to yours.

“Fuck, sugar, you are beautiful like this. You’re so fucking perfect and warm. I love being so deep inside of you.”

Regulus’ erotic words were enough to send you spiraling over the edge. Your body immediately tightened around his dick before coming. Regulus, meanwhile, finally left his eyes flutter shut as he focused on his own impending orgasm.

“That’s it, baby.”

He groaned before filling you. Neither Regulus nor yourself moved for a moment. Both of you were focused on getting your breathing under control.

“Good girl.”

Regulus commented before withdrawing and helping you off of the desk. He leaned down for a soft kiss before staring to redress himself.

You also began to scoop up your abandoned articles of clothing. Reaching down for your abandoned knickers, you moved to put them on but were stopped when Regulus snatched them out of your hand.

“No, sweetheart.”

“Regulus, you have to be joking.”

You said, giving him a smirk. Regulus shrugged before innocently putting him in his pocket.

“You can have them back when we are alone tonight. Well, I have a meeting in five minutes. I’ll see you tonight.”

Regulus cupped your cheek before turning and walking out.

Later that evening, it was time for yet another Order meeting. Walking home, you wondered just how good the Order was doing? It felt like there hadn’t been a “win” in a long time.

“I wonder how much longer it will take?”

You questioned as Regulus moved to unlock the front door. He stopped and turned back to you. Regulus both loved and hated that you were in The Order. He loved it because without The Order there would be no chance that the two of you would be a couple. He hated it because he worried about your safety. Anytime that you went on a job Regulus was worried until you walked back through the door.

“I don’t know. We need a win or something. It's been rough.”

Regulus commented. He considered asking you to sit jobs out but he knew you would tell him to shove off. You were as dedicated as he was.

“It has.”

You replied. Regulus placed a hand on the side of your face.

“It will be fine, love. Maybe not today or tomorrow but some time.”

You gave Regulus a small smile.

“I got a letter from my mum earlier. She invited Lily and I to dinner the day after tomorrow. Would you come with me? The sooner you met my parents the better.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow. He had never “met a girl’s parents” before. In all of the years that he had been sleeping with women, Regulus would never consider himself the type of man a woman brought home to her father.

Now, however, it was different. Regulus knew that if he wanted things to work with you then he would have to meet your mum and dad.

“That would be fine. We better get this meeting over with. Afterward, that big bathtub is calling my name…with you on top of me…of course.”

You instantly smiled. Regulus agreeing to meet your mum and dad was just another indicator that he was taking your relationship seriously.

“Of course.”

You replied as the two of you walked inside.

The moment that you walked into the dining room all was not well. You frowned seeing Lily and Dorcas crying. Sirius sat at the table with a frown on his face while James and Remus were whispering.

“What’s going on?”

Regulus questioned. Sirius looked up before getting up. He ran a hand through his hair before turning to face his younger brother.

“The Mckinnons are dead.”

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#366

“Hey Boyd.  You look ragged.  Long day?  Say I heard you earlier today on the phone with Tina.  I take it she’s not coming back.  Figured.  You’ve been in a shitty mood since.  And you are starting to fuck up around here.  Actually, for the past few weeks I have been noticing it.  She’s gone.  She ain’t coming back.  And you know it.  Don’t you?... 

“We’ve known each other for what, twenty five,… no closer to thirty years.  You have worked for me almost twenty years.  I’ve seen you go through countless women.  I’ve stayed out of your relationships, and I haven’t flaunted my thing I have with Robby or the other boys in front of you.  That’s been our understanding.  But now it’s once again that shit creeping into your job here.  I saw what you did today.  If Rawlins hadn’t caught it,…

“Look I don’t want to go over the details.  I’m already past it.  I’m more focused on you.  This is a vicious cycle for you.  None of your relationships last more than a year.  You meet a pretty woman in town.  You fuck her.  If she can’t handle your big dick you dump her and look for another.  If she can, you treat her wonderfully.  That is until you have a few drinks.  Then you start slapping and demanding, and the downward trend starts.  Am I right?... 

“Yeah.  You need some advice.  Your dad’s gone.  You have no brothers.  I’m the guy you have known the longest.  So I am just going to say this.  We are a lot alike.  A lot.  Not the part about me liking boys and you liking girls.  No.  We are two ornery old men.  We demand a lot.  And you know what?  We are entitled to it. 

“When I get home from a hard day’s work, Robby is waiting with food on the table and a blowjob.  That’s what you need….  I ain’t talking about you getting a fag.  Although that would not be a bad idea.  No, you need someone with the kind of mindset he has.  You ain’t going to find that at Gordy’s Tavern.  Those skanks don’t know how to treat a real man and his needs. 

“You know you have a reputation of being a big selfish prick with a selfish big prick?  Most everyone knows you are abusive.  How the hell are you going to find a woman?  You are going to have to go to Denver.  And you are going to have to look for a woman who will take your demands. 

“…Of course, they exist.  That mindset is more prevalent on the fag side though.  Fags will come begging to worship a real man and do whatever he says.  The shit I do to Robby….

“Hold on, let me get him down here….  I just text him to bring the truck around….  No, I just want to show you something…. 

––––

“…Get over here.  Robby, stand in front of Boyd.

“Boyd, smack Bobby across the face like you would if he was a woman and you were drunk….  I’m serious.  Smack him.  Boyd, you fucked up royally today.  I want you to smack him…. Or do you want me to get Rawlins over here to pick up your slack?

“…Heh heh heh.  Thought that would do it.  Damn, you knocked him to the ground.  No wonder you can’t keep a woman. 

“What do you say, boy?

“You hear that?  He’s thanking you for hitting him.  That’s what I am talking about.  You need to find that mindset, then worry about the looks.  Cunt here—that’s his name when we are at home—knows that he’s here for my needs, wants, desires, impulses, and so on.  If I want to smack him, I’m gonna.  He knows he’s an instrument to use.

“No, stay down there boy.  I got to take a piss. 

“Boyd watch this.  The cunt will drink my piss.  Why? Because I want him to.  …Ahhh.  Feels so good.  Look at him trying to catch it in his mouth. 

“This is what you need.  We can work on you getting a bitch to treat this way.  Seriously, I want to help you with that.  I have some connections in Denver.  Or I can easily get you a fag to use.  If you want to use Cunt here for the weekend, I’m fine with it.  He does what he’s told, so he will be OK with it….

“Why don’t you take your dick out and take a piss?  I noticed your curiosity enjoying what you were seeing.  Aim for his mouth.  Hell, aim anywhere you want.  When we get back to the house, he’s going to be naked anyways.  Drench him.  Go on do it.  Or, are you pee shy?

“Thought so.  You know, when I suggest something for you to do, just do it.  I shouldn’t have to tease you into doing it.

“That looks so good.  So natural. 

“Drink it down, boy.  That piss is pure gold that filling your mouth.

“Damn, that is one large piece of meat.  I know I saw it many years ago, but I didn’t stop and stare back then.  You got a lot of overhang skin there….  Oh my.  Oh my my my my my.  Don’t shake it.  Pull your foreskin back, all the way back.  Oh my.

“Oh boy!  Faggot!  Get on your knees and look at his dick.  He’s got something for you.

“Keep your skin pulled back.  Cunt here needs to see what’s there.  More importantly he needs to smell it….  Look at him.  He’s actually grossed out at your dick cheese….  Fuck do not apologize.  Fag boy here told me that smegma is the one thing that grosses him out more than anything else.  Look him gagging. 

“I have been looking for dick cheese for him to clean.  I wish I wasn’t cut, just so I can feed him. 

“Cunt Toilet, clean him off.

“Boyd, I’m not going to even ask you.  Your cock is getting hard by just me talking about.  Let me hold his head in place.  Step closer.  Let him smell it. 

“That smell nasty boy?  Nasty.  Look at that.  It’s caked on there.

“Feed it to him.  Don’t hesitate.  Don’t worry that he’s a fag.  He’s a knob cleaner.  Look, the other workers have already gone.  We are two miles from the nearest person.  It’s just us three.  No one will ever know we are doing here.  Stick it in his mouth.

“Fuck yeah!  Listen to him gag.

“Faggot! Don’t you dare throw that up.  I will make you eat the vomit off the mud on the ground.

“When was the last time you took a shower?...

“Hear that Cunt boy?  Wednesday morning.  That’s three days of hard work sweating in the sun.  That’s three-day fermented cheese you are cleaning.  He also has three days of ass sweat too.  Three days of saddle stink.  You’ll clean that too.

“Yeah eats ass too.  But that would need to be done inside.  I have a chair for you to sit on where he climbs under your ass and slurp away.  A three-day saddle stink.  Fuck yeah.

“Oh shit.  You are enjoying his tongue on your cock hunh?  I can see the ecstasy on your face. 

“Cunt boy! Show him how deep your throat is.  Take him to the root.

“I told ya, faggot cunts are capable and willing to do the nasty shit that bitches won’t.  Once you get over the fact that they don’t have a real pussy, but one in back will make do, it’s easy to make the switch.

“Say, I was going to take the cunt with to Denver to see what kind of trouble I could get us into over this three-day weekend.  Instead, how would you like to spend the weekend here with us.  You can watch me do all the shit I can to him.  You can even join in.  You have full access to his holes to use as you want….  Or not.  You could have him wait on you without doing anything along those lines.  He’ll cook for you, give you a massage—he’s certified to give them.  He will take your beatings, drink your piss, clean your ass, clean your dick, whatever you want.  He has a deep cunt.  He can take that baseball bat of yours.  The more brutal, nasty, and demeaning, the better.

“You want to give it a try?  If you need, I have cases of ice cold beer and bottles of Jack, for you to unleash the man you really are.  You wanna do it?...

“Then let’s do it.”

[burplewrites]

saudade | tamarack & qiu

𓆉 | fandom: our life: now & forever

𓆉 | characters: tamarack, qiu, reader

𓆉 | word count: 1,075 words 5,946 characters

𓆉 | a/n: this story is sort of in qiu's pov, and about grief and stuff!! i don't think its too sad, just an experience but you have been warned!

𓆉 | quick summary: y/n passed. the world just needs to learn how to deal.

saudade is an emotional state of melancholic or profoundly nostalgic longing for a beloved yet absent something or someone.

“and you two are gonna grow up someday and i’m gonna grow up too, but that’s never gonna stop us from being the same age. cool.” that’s what they said, eight years ago, when they first met y/n and tamarack for the first time after the duo waltzed their way into their life.

ever since that fateful day, the three were friends, best friends. even with the little break of their friendship from ‘personal problems and moody feelings’ as y/n used to say, y/n brought them together again and reminded them why they were friends in the first place.

their friendship only got better from then on, and they committed to bettering themselves and each other, talking about problems, and about random thoughts that entered their minds. at least, that’s what qiu thought. he thought that they all told each other everything, all their stupid secrets, random thoughts in the middle of the night, things that would be considered too much information for other people. so why didn’t y/n tell them, not tamarack or him, anything about what they were going through? why didn’t they say anything at all?

they never expressed pain, or acted like they were suffering at all. they were always smiling, expressing their positive emotions with not a care in the world. qiu loved them for that. they had been crushing on each other for a while, qiu knew that, y/n knew that, and even tamarack, who had to watch the whole thing unfold in front of her, knew that. they just never got together, and now they would never get the chance to.

it was only a year ago when their life changed. when tamarack yelled in the middle of the night, alarming everyone out of their drowsy state, y/n was having trouble breathing, and was trying to get upstairs to their mother's room without disturbing their best friends on the couch. their limbs started giving out, making them fall to the floor. that whole night was a blur for qiu and tamarack alike. watching their best friend’s mom trying to help y/n take some breaths as they all cried, seeing the tiredness in y/n’s eyes, like they’ve been fighting this for years and was finally starting to give up, and opal’s sobs as she begged her only child to keep trying, to keep breathing. tamarack clutched hard onto qiu that day, the shock causing her to freeze up.

hearing their best friend's last words, being so weak, so quiet, yet so genuine. it was like y/n trying to fully get everything out like they knew this would be the end.

"hey its okay, you're okay… you're okay. i love you guys so much, more than you'll ever know."

that's what they whispered, as the paramedics took them away. a smile never left their face, even with the ventilator on their face and the paramedics checking their vitals on the way out the door. they died on the way to the hospital. even to the end, they were caring for others.

opal changed as a person after that. having to bury your only child, someone who you watched grow up, someone who you experienced their good days and bad days, and was just expected to keep moving. but that was impossible, how could she? her world stopped that day but everyone kept moving, the world kept spinning at the same speed it always did, no faster, no slower.

but y/n was gone.

tamarack put her whole being into her cello practice since y/n always seemed to like it when she played for them. she even played a song she wrote at the funeral; a song that was supposed to be for her best friend. one that they were somewhat writing together. she still tried being normal, helping opal with whatever she needed, but never trying to pressure her. it was tamarack's form of escape. if she could be in the house that y/n was in, surrounded by all the things that made them, them… that would be enough. it had to be enough. qiu simply regressed into themself. it was like they were back to when they were fourteen. they stayed outside sitting by their ‘hideout’; hiding away from the world. tamarack tried to stay with him some days, when qiu wanted the company and couldn’t deal with being alone without someone to talk to, someone who understood, but other times it was too overwhelming and they preferred to be alone.

life changed. golden grove moved on, and people found other things to talk about, but sometimes things brought them back to that day one year ago.

especially today, the one-year anniversary of y/n’s death. three hundred and sixty-five days without them. it was early morning, around five am, and qiu biked to the cemetery to just be with them alone. they knew tamarack would be coming in the morning after she woke up, and opal would be coming in the afternoon, so this was the best option. plus they couldn’t sleep.

qiu never knew they could cry that much. every time they came to visit, to talk about something exciting that happened, or something weird, or anything really, they would end up breaking into sobs each time, gasping for air by the time their tears ran out.

‘why did you even have to come into my life if you were going to leave it partway?’

that was a question that they asked themselves multiple times and always felt bad for thinking about it after. they knew tamarack felt the same. tamarack was the first of the two to mention that thought out loud.

but it was true, wasn’t it? they never regretted having y/n in their life. everyone's life shone so much brighter with them there, like the sun on a summer day, but with the sun gone it gets darker. the sun always comes back, but y/n wouldn't. y/n was dead. they were gone, and they were going to stay gone.

no matter how much opal begged, how much they all hoped and dreamt, y/n was not coming back. they were never coming back. they had been gone for the last three hundred sixty-five days, they would be gone for the next year, and the years after that. and nothing could change that.

so as qiu sat there, laying by their grave while talking about everything and anything, all they could really do was hope y/n was there and listening.