#they really said you will play a man who is so wrong and bad 50% of the time and he said don’t worry I will make him baby girl. i will make

[thealogie]

The idea of a house remake is so disgusting like if anyone except hugh laurie touches that character I’m going to attack them in the street.

[nymphea0]

Then can I request a continuation of that oneshot with Matthias? I was wondering what their marriage life and parenthood is like. Thank you in advance!! 🥰

The Duke And His Secret

Yan! Matthias x Reader

Oneshot Story (Special Chapter).

(Warnings : Balcony mature scene at the end.)

*Minors are prohibited from reading this story🚫*

Manhwa : 울어 봐, 빌어도 좋고.Cry, Even Better if You Beg. Cry, Even if You Pray.

Author & Ilustration : Solche & Van Ji

Word Count ; 1.395 word.

Hello this is Neva🦋, hope you have a nice and happy day, it's been a long time since I updated any story whether it's manhwa or Oc. sorry about that, I'm currently very focused on making a "supernatural" expecially Vampire character series project investigating and deepening it so that the character I make doesn't seem stiff and my darlings enjoy reading it. So heres some matthias cup of tea story (^3^), hope you like it Anon🦋, Lots of love - Neva🦋🦋

Might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story, much love.- Neva🦋

- Main story : The Duke and His Secret

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The residence of the Duke of Arvis, the kingdom of Berg.

The atmosphere of the residence was very cheerful, full of laughter from the 2 children of the opposite sex.

One had jet black hair like the color of a crow's feathers, with bright blue eyes like the sky. The other had snow-white hair with amethyst purple eyes.

The servants in the residence could only blush in excitement seeing the two children who were only 8 years old.

2 children, siblings, with different genders. The older brother was a man with black hair like a crow, while the younger sister, a woman with snow-colored hair.

Both of them played and ran with each other in the garden

While on the other side of the garden under the tree, there was a table with a complete set of tea and also a light side dish for the mouth that went well with tea, Pastry.

There were two women sitting there, one was no longer young, estimated to be 80 years old, while the other, still looked young but not so young, estimated to be 50 years old.

The two women were, Elysee von herhardt, and Norma Catharina Von herhardt, daughter-in-law and mother-in-law, who were both watching their grandchildren.

Felix Von Herhard and Airedith Von Herhard. Felix and Aire. Siblings who were only 1 year apart. The servants said they were Irish twins. Because they were only 1 year apart.

Norma stared at the two little children playing with each other, the woman was no longer young, she felt very sad if she couldn't play with them.

While Elysee occasionally smiled and drank tea elegantly, her eyes staring towards the balcony of their manor house. There Elysee could see her affectionate son and daughter-in-law.

In fact, as Elysee remembered when Matthias brought you to the Herhardt residence for the first time, a forced marriage that made your parents agree, you really didn't like being close to Matthias, but as the saying goes, struggle will never give disappointing results. The fact that Matthias desperately shows that he does love you, sincerely even though his way at the beginning was wrong.

Slowly you accepted Matthias, he never forced you to make love or do things he wanted but you didn't like, he listened to your wishes, all your anger, even though at the beginning you were afraid Matthias would hurt you, but he didn't do that.

Matthias even went to a psychiatrist to help overcome how to eliminate apathy and grow an attitude of sympathy and become caring and willing to accept differences of opinion, rejection and so on.

There Elysee could see how Matthias kissed your cheek affectionately, if Elysee remembered again the woman wanted to laugh at how Matthias' expression said love but with a flat expression.

Like father, like child. The fruit does not fall far from the tree, that's Matthias, just like his father.

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You are relaxing on the balcony, enjoying the hot spring, so warm but shady.

Down there, in the garden, you see your mother-in-law, Elysee and Matthias' grandmother, Norma, busy staring at Felix and Aire who are playing with each other, your and Matthias' children.

While your husband? Matthias, the man is busy cooing affectionately behind you, kissing your bare shoulder affectionately because you are wearing an Off-shoulder dress. Damn, this man knows the opportunity in adversity.

Many things have happened during the 9 years you have been with Matthias, you have faced the ups and downs together, but you know that Matthias wants to learn and tries to prove himself. As a result, the man becomes like a cat in heat, always wanting to be close and not wanting to be far away.

"Matty! Don't bite! Later mom and grandma will see, I'll be embarrassed"

You complain because this time Matthias bites and sips lovingly leaving a mark on your bare shoulder.

While Matthias, the man is only busy kissing, sucking your shoulder and neck, his hands also don't stay still on your thigh, stroking affectionately. Never mind that it was currently in public, but fortunately the balcony railing was 100% covered with carved marble, so the people below only saw that Matthias and you were just hugging.

"Don't refuse like that my love, it's your own fault for wearing such revealing clothes, this is called an invitation for me"

Matthias continued kissing and nuzzling your shoulder and neck.

"Felix and Aire are already 8 years old, isn't it time for them to have a new sibling?"

"No! Wait until they are 10 years old, then a new sibling"

Too bad, your husband didn't accept the rejection, instead Matthias stared with a mischievous grin.

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Elysee chuckled softly at what she had just seen, causing amazement at Norma and the 2 little kids who were currently sitting in front of them, resting because they were tired of running and playing.

Norma snorted and drank her tea slowly, softly asking.

"What made you chuckle so cutely Elysee?"

Elysee just smiled shaking her head, and poked Felix's cheek which was a copy of Matthias and also rubbed Aire who was busy eating pastry.

"Nothing mom, I think we need to build another house"

Blinking one eye mischievously at her mother-in-law Norma, while Norma who was given that just laughed happily.

Wiping away tears slowly because she was tired of laughing. Norma knew exactly what Elysee meant, a new presence, a new member, Felix and Aire's future sibling.

"Well, at least our Matthias is full of energy to want to have lots of children"

The two middle-aged women laughed together, making the two little children in front of them look at each other, shake their heads slowly and just continue eating the pastry served in front of them.

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On the balcony, Matthias was still busy kissing your shoulder and neck affectionately which was so tempting to his desire.

His hands were so adept at entering your lower dress, rubbing your soft thighs gently with full squeezes passion.

"Matt! Not here!"

You tried to protest Matthias, but like talking to a wall, Matthias ignored your protest.

Until his ladder slipped into your underwear, rubbing your sensitive intimate area slowly.

"Matthias!?". The more firmly you refused, the wilder Matthias became.

"What love? I know you enjoy it"

Matthias naughtily sucked your neck slowly, while his 2 fingers were busy moving back and forth in your sensitive area, so deep and expert.

You were only able to hold back your moans, afraid that a servant would pass through the balcony door or Grandma and mother would see you both suspiciously from down there, as much as possible you acted normal.

"Come on love, don't be so shy, I know you enjoy it"

Your ass was slapped lightly by Matthias deliberately full of temptation.

His hands got faster when he felt your walls squeezing his fingers.

"Want to come out love? Yes? Come to me love, came to my hands"

Until, you came hard! Both of your hands covered your mouth to muffle your moans, your eyes closed while your legs shook unable to bear the weight.

While Matthias' fingers were still busy moving slowly, down there, Matthias could feel and see the puddles of water falling. You squirted, it turned out.

Matthias chuckled softly and kissed your cheek tenderly.

Matthias passionately devours your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth, tracing every inch of your mouth. Claiming it to be his.

You who are out of breath try to pat Matthias' chest, but Matthias this man is full of passion, so you bite his lips and scratch his neck, causing blood spots on his lips and neck.

Matthias just winces softly before pulling your hair back, not too roughly but not too slowly, enough to make you look at him.

Matthias' passionate eyes stare directly at you, whispering sensually right in front of your lips, while licking the corner of your lips affectionately.

"Feels so good love? Do you want to continue here or in the room hmm?"

Damn, your fate is so unlucky to marry this shameless nobleman but god, you cant hold your heart, you love this man, as same as matthias love you.

His secret, his little heaven secret.

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Please dont steal my work, or use without my permissions, Always be good people Dear. Much love, Neva🦋🦋.

©️Nymphea0 2024 , OG story, Project Dark Manhwa Character Story.

[thebestsetter]

If Isagi knew his old teammate had invited him to hang out just to talk shit, he would have thought twice about coming.

"I mean, c'mon dude!" Tada, one of the players from his old team, said "You scored an excuse-me goal like that with pure luck and nothing else!"

"Excuse-me goal...?" Isagi muttered, clearly confused about what his friend meant

"Yeah! You used up all your luck on that one, not gonna lie"

If it had ended like that, Isagi would have still managed to accept it.

People have different views about his plays, so it's okay for him to think it was pure luck. He's probably just too stupid to even understand what Isagi did, even if he explained it to him.

Isagi would be just fine if his teammate didn't say anything else.

If only Tada had stopped there.

"And don't even get me started about your sudden relationship!" He said, smirking at Isagi "(Name), isn't it? Japan U-20's manager who trained the Blue Lock team for a while?" He nudged Yoichi with his shoulder "She's hot, bro. Man, you're just way too lucky! This amount of fortune should be illegal or something!"

Luck? Luck?

Isagi was dumbfounded. He didn't even react to what the guy said.

The beginning of your relationship wasn't based on his luck. If anything, it started because of how unlucky he is.

Because honestly, he doesn't want anyone to know that you two met because he entered the wrong restroom.

The restrooms were still being built in the blue lcok facility and all, so there weren't any signs indicating which was the female's one and which was the male's. Therefore, it was a 50/50 chance of entering the right one. The men's one.

Also, most people on the facility were men. There were basically only 2 girls: you, a manager who had already worked on Japan's U-20 and was just curious about the Blue Lock project, and Anri, Blue Lock's official manager. What was the possibility that he'd enter the wrong bathroom and see any of you two there?

It seemed pretty high, actually.

And he hates this story because not only did he enter the wrong bathroom, he managed to convince you this was the men's one and that the other one was for the women.

Let's just say you both ended up bounding over restroom trauma.

See? It isn't a cute, movie-like love story.

Luck? There was no way he got with you by being lucky. He fought for you.

He was the one who suggested you should be Blue Lock's manager for a short period of time. He was the one who had to build up courage to ask for your phone number after training with you for weeks. He was the one who dedicated the last goal of the match to you, all sweating and smiling.

Luck? Be for fucking real. Isagi knit the threads of fate himself until all he could see in it was your name and face.

But, sometimes, he thought about your relationship deeper. Because if he met you through his mischance, why does it feel so great to have you in his arms?

According to the dicitionary, bad luck is "an unfortunate state that results from unfavorable outcomes". When he looks at you, though, arms stretching towards him, he doesn't see any "unfavorable outcome".

Was it really bad luck, after all? Or was it all his luck dressed up as misfortune?

"Isagi? You good there, man?" Tada asked, waving his hand in front of Isagi's face

Yoichi finally smiled, looking at his former teammate after snapping out of his daydreams.

"You know what? Maybe I am, indeed, very lucky"

You know what they say: unlucky in cards, lucky in love.

But when Yoichi comes home, seeing you in his jersey, cooking for him and watching one of his old games, he can't help but wonder.

Maybe he's lucky in both.

[cosyvelvetorchid]

Fear. (Angsty plz😊)

I’ve combined two prompts here because they both played into an idea I had for a fic.

It’s a little more on the whump side than angsty but I hope you’ll both enjoy them anyway.

Thank you 🩶

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They knew it would happen eventually. Statistically it was an inevitably. They were born firefighters - men whose purpose in life was to walk into danger to save others.

Every good firefighter has a healthy level of fear doing the job. A fearless firefighter is a dangerous firefighter. A firefighter with no fear doesn’t respect the danger they’re in and can make reckless decisions that put their lives, and others lives, at risk.

Though Tommy and Buck both had that healthy level of fear, they each knew that it was an inevitability that they both, at some point, would get injured. Which is why, when things began to get serious between them - which was quicker than either of them had expected, they’d made sure to have conversations about each of their wishes should something happen.

They made sure to prepare as much as they could for when something did happened to one of them.

However, they’d both assumed they’d get injured on the job.

They were wrong.

*

Athena raced down the street after the suspect vehicle. The car thief was weaving dangerously through traffic; near miss after near miss.

As the vehicle approached a cross section, Athena prayed he would slow down. But he didn’t. He drove through it full speed, T-boning another vehicle with such force it flipped multiple times before somehow landing upright 50 feet away.

Athena hit the brakes and jumped out of her car and ran towards the accident calling into her radio.

“Dispatch this is 727-L30. Suspect vehicle has crashed into another vehicle at the cross section of Main and 7th. We need R.A units this location. I’m approaching the suspect vehicle now.”

She drew her weapon, holding it pointed down as she stepped slowly toward the drivers side. Immediately she could tell that that the man’s injuries were severe. She reached through the open window and placed two fingers on three man’s neck.

“Dispatch, Suspect is deceased. I’m checking on the other vehicle occupants now.” She quickly ran to the other vehicle. Dents and scraps covered the entire car. The windshield and both driver and passenger windows so badly cracked that she couldn’t see through them. She tried to open the drivers door but the roof had bent in too much jamming it in place. She ran around to the passenger side and was able to open that door.

That’s when she saw the occupants of the car.

“Oh my god.”

For a second she was immobilised. How would she tell Bobby? Thankfully she was pulled out of her stupor by a woman running up to her.

“I’m a nurse.” She said.

“Can you get in the back and check the drivers pulse?” The woman ran around the car and thankfully was able to open the back drivers side door. Athena reached for man’s neck in front of her, praying she’d find a pulse. She blew out a breath when she felt it.

“I got a pulse! It’s strong.”

“This guy has a pulse but it’s really weak. He’s in really bad shape, sergeant.” The nurse called out.

“Help is on the way ma’am.” She lifted her radio up to her mouth.

“Dispatch this is 727-L30. Update on the vehicle collision on main and 7th.” She prayed that it wouldn’t be Maddie taking the call and was relieved to hear Josh’s voice.

“Go ahead.”

“We have 2 male occupants ages 33 and 40 with severe injuries… Josh is Maddie anywhere near you right now?”

“No, Sergeant she’s on her lunch break.”

“Good. The victims are.. Evan Buckley and Thomas Kinard.”

There was a beat before Josh responded.

“Copy that sergeant. Can you update on the status of the victims?”

“What’s your name?” She asked the nurse, who was behind Tommy seat with her hands stabilising his head.

“Sarah.”

“Okay Sarah, from what you can assess from where you are now how bad are their injuries?”

“This guys pulse is weak and getting weaker. He’s got lacerations to his face and arms from the glass, a probably broken nose form the air bag, and obvious dislocated right shoulder and I would hazard a guess at some serious internal bleeding from the steering wheel.” Sergeant if you could help stabilise this man’s head I can check the other guy out.” Athena nodded and took over holding Tommys head.

“This guy has the same cuts and the same probable broken nose, and judging by the lump and blood on the leg of his sweat pants im guessing compound fracture of his right leg.”

Athena relayed the information back to Josh and Sarah took over holding Tommys head still.

“Copy that sergeant. And I will inform the.. family member.”

She took out her phone, called the number and took a deep breath and she put the phone to her ear.

“Bobby?”

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Maddie rushed into the waiting area to find Chim, Hen, Bobby, Eddie and Lucy as She immediately ran to Chim who embraced her in a hug.

“Where’s Jee?” He asked

“She with Mrs Lee. Do we know anything yet?” Tears were already filling her eyes threatening their escape.

“Vehicle thief drove through a cross section and t-boned them. We’re still waiting on an update.”

“What about the person that hit him?” She asked.

“Dead.” Athena’s voice came from behind. “Any news yet?”

Bobby shook his head. “Not yet.”

“Guys..” Lucy pointed to a doctor walking towards them.

“Evan Buckley?”

“That’s us.” Maddie walked over to him with everyone else coming behind.

“Are you family?

“Sister. How is he?” Her voice was trembling. She’d been in this position twice before (his injuries when he was younger not withstanding) and the third time is not any easier.

“Evan sustained a concussion, and the metal rod in his leg snapped and broke through the skin, which we need to go in and replace, probably tomorrow morning. He’s also got a small laceration on his forehead and some minor cuts and bruises.”

“So, he’s gonna be alright? Eddie asked.

“We’ll need to monitor his concussion, and barring any complications with the surgery, he should be able to go home in maybe a week.”

You could feel the tension in the room release a bit at hearing the doctor’s words. But they couldn’t relax just yet.

“Any news on Tommy? Uh, Thomas Kinard?” Lucy asked. “I’m emergency contact if Bu— Evan is unavailable.” The doctor’s face turned more serious.

“Thomas has more serious injuries. A large amount of internal bleeding and a dislocated shoulder are the biggest injures as well as a broken nose and also cuts and bruises. We’re closely monitoring his internal bleeding and we’ll likely have to go in with surgery to fix the bleeding later today.”

“Jesus.” Eddie said running his fingers through his hair.

“Can we see either of them?” Bobby asked.

“Evan can have one visitor at a time and be warned he’s on some heavy meds so if he’s awake he’ll be quite a bit sluggish.” The doctor informed them. “As far as Thomas goes at the moment he’s not up for visitors, right now. Tomorrow perhaps once we have a clearer picture of his health.”

“Doctor, does my brother know about Tommy?”

“Not as yet. He’s been pretty in and out of consciousness because of the meds. It’s probably best if you’re the one to tell him.”

“I will keep you updated on Thomas.” He said to Lucy.

“Thanks.”

“Would you like to see Evan first? I’ll take you too him.”

“Yes, please.” Maddie said and followed him down the corridor.

Maddie was immediately reminded of when his leg was crushed by the engine . Lying on the bed, bandaged up and half asleep. The difference this time is all the cuts and bruises decorated his body.

She pulled a chair over and sat down taking his hand. The sensation of which woke him.

“Tom… Tommy?”

“No, sweetie it’s Maddie.” She rubbed his hand.

“Where’s… Tommy?” His eyes were opening and closing heavily.

“Do you remember what happened?” She asked.

“Sort of… car acc-accident… leg hurts.”

“That’s right. You and Tommy were in a car accident. The metal rod in your leg snapped so the doctors need to go in and replace it.”

“Blood clots.”

“Don’t worry. The doctors are aware of the blood clots from your old screws. They’ll give you different ones.”

“S’good… where’s To-tommy? He turned his face to Maddie but he still couldn’t keep his eyes open for longer than 2 or 3 seconds at a time.

“Buck.. Uh, Tommy.. The doctors are taking really good care of him.” Was all she could think of saying to reassure him.

“How bad?” He mumbled.

“He’s going to be fine, Buck.” She told him but her tone of voice was far too high and Buck knew her well enough to know she was deflecting.

“Maddie.. truth.”

Maddie sighed. “He has pretty bad internal bleeding. They’re taking him to surgery later.”

Bucks heart rate monitor gave away his biggest fear and tears pooled in his eyes. “Can’t..lose him.. mad..”

“I know, I know.” She took his hand in both of hers. “But we’re going to stay positive and we’re going to believe that he is going to make it through, okay.”

*

“How is he?” Bobby asked Maddie

“Physically he’ll be fine, but he’s terrified he’s going to lose Tommy. The doctors won’t let him see him before either of them go in for their surgeries.”

“What? Why?” Eddie asked

“It’s his leg. They have to keep it stable until they can fix it - they can’t risk moving him.” She explained. Eddie nodded, understanding. Then an idea flashed across his mind.

“I’ll be right back.” He quickly walked away.

He knocked on Doctor Salazar’s door and waited to be told to come in.

“Mr Diaz. It’s nice to see you. How are you? No more panic attacks I hope?”

“Uh, no. No, I’m good, thanks. I’m not actually here for me - I have a favour to ask..”

*

“Is he ready?” Eddie asked Maddie on the phone.

“Yeah, but this has to be quick - he’s refused his pain meds so he’s not groggy so he’s in quite a bit of pain.”

“That’s fine Doctor Salazar only managed to get us 5 minutes anyway. Give the phone to Buck.” Maddie handed the phone to him. “Okay bud, I’m putting the phone to Tommys ear now, give me a sec.”

He propped his phone up as close as he could to Tommys ear.

“You’re good to go, Buck. I’ll come back in a couple of minutes.” He left to stand outside Bucks room.

“I’m gonna go get a coffee.” Maddie told Buck and left the room. Buck took a deep breath trying to push past the pain so he could speak.

“Hey, you. I hate that we have to talk over the phone but the doctors won’t let me come see you until they fix my leg. I wish I could be there holding your hand so you could feel me. You’re going into surgery in a few minutes and I just.. I need you to know that..” He sniffed and wiped his eyes “that-that.. the last 7 months with you have been the most incredible of my life. And I’m not ready to give any of that up. I love you so much, Tommy. More than I thought I could ever love a person. You.. you need to come back to me okay? Come back to all of us. You have a home, now. With all of us. With me, with Eddie and Christopher, with Chim and my sister and Jee, With Bobby and Athena, and Hen and Karen and Denny and Mara.. we all need you back here. So-so you get through this surgery, okay. Because I want us both to be there when we tell everyone we’re getting married. I love you sweetheart.” He hung the phone up

Maddie had arrived back and he waved through the window to her. Before she’d made it to his bed he was already breaking down. She leaned over and held him tightly.

“I can’t lose him, Maddie. I can’t.”

“I know, Buck. I know.”

*

3 days later Buck was sat in a wheelchair at Tommys bedside; the rod in his leg having been replaced. Tommy had come through his surgery and the doctors said this prognosis was good. But he still hasn’t woken up yet.

Buck had been insistent that Tommy not be left alone. If he wasn’t being ordered to his own room, he’d be there by Tommys bedside all day.

He’d spent most of the time just talking to Tommy. Updating him on his leg, telling him funny stories of the 118, trying to keep things positive. But the more time went on the more frustrated he was getting that Tommy hasn’t woken up.

“Come on, babe. You have to wake up. I miss you. Everyone mis-“ He felt a delicate squeeze of his hand. “Tommy?”

Tommy breathed heavy and a very light hum sound came from his mouth.

“Tommy, baby I’m here!” He squeezed his hand tight. Tommy swallowed and opened his mouth. It took his a few tries to find his voice.

“Ev..Evan”

“I’m here, baby. I’m here. God you scared me.” He admitted. “How are you feeling?”

“Ouch.” Was all he could muster. Buck let out a tear-filled chuckle as he felt a whoosh of relief flow through him. Tommy managed to open his eyes and turned his head to Buck, his brow furrowing as he saw his injuries.

“You okay? What.. happened?” He sluggishly reached out to touch Bucks face, gently caressing the cuts on his cheek.

“Car accident. Some guy hit us on the drive home from our weekend away. Docs had to replace the rod in my leg but I’m alright. I’ll be back to normal in a month or two.”

“Good.” Tommy said with a relieved sigh. “What about.. me?”

“Uh, you had some pretty serious internal bleeding. They managed to fix it, thankfully. You also dislocated your shoulder. And your face is pretty bruised up.”

“Still think.. I’m handsome?” He asked. Buck was relieved that he still had his sense of humour.

“If it wasn’t for my leg I’d be in that bed showing you how handsome you are.” He teased. Tommy tried to laugh and groaned at the pain. “Oh God I’m sorry. I’ll call a nurse and get you some pain meds.”

“No, wait a minute. I just want.. you for a minute.”

“I’m not going anywhere, babe.” Tommy held Bucks hand tight, his thumb caressed his fingers.

“Where’s your ring? He asked

“Hidden in my room.”

“Hidden?” He asked confused. “Why are.. you hiding it?”

“The docs took it off and I didn’t want to put it back on yet. Not until you’re better and we can tell everyone together.” He lifted Tommys hand up to kiss his knuckles.

“You.. don’t have to.. wait.”

“Yes I do. This is an important moment for both of us. So both of us should be part of it. It’s okay though, we have plenty of time. Just need you to get better first.” Tommy reached up again and cupped Bucks face.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Evan Buckley.”

“I can’t wait to marry you either.”

[aicosu]

Hey, just saw your post about Veilguard - do you mind me asking what it is that put you off? Thanks!

I can start by saying I've not played it. I'm not going to at this point. But basically, every cutscene and dialogue option and plot point I've watched. And for those of you that don't remember I was hugely critical of Inquisition despite my love for it. And I downright hated Trespasser. So this shouldnt be shocking.

And its a lot of stuff I dont like. I can make a short list of major things below, obvious spoilers.

Please dont read this if it will make you angry okay? This is a lot of angry ranting.

1. I said this with inquisition and trespassers but veilguard seals my hatred for the decision to center the entire plot of ripping apart the dalish culture and religion. I'm sorry I just don't think this is compelling. It's icky to create an oppressed and marginalized race with parallels to most indigenous cultures in the real world, and basically call them wrong and stupid for clinging to their culture and history. I don't care that validating the Enuvanris existance means also invalidating the maker and the tevinter reiligions too, or even the dwarven: the game centers this narrative on the DALISH. The entire implication that its their fault all along or they sold themselves into a cult and slavery is gross. The game could have easily done this but centered it around the Maker. Andraste as the blight corrupted crazy deity or spirit whatever the fuck. Makes more sense with how much Chantry has been shoved down our throats since origins, and given how much wider spread it is after literal genocides of the dalish, qun, etc it would just mean a lot more to target the oppressors/majority religion directly. And look listen, I'm a pretty hardcore athiest and even anti thiest. I hate all religions, I find stories about dismantling religion compelling but to couch it histories of marginalized people like... its just not great. Not to mention twisting their gods into systematic greedy people or shoving their "bestest god" into a human woman and trying to make her prostheltize at me. I don't like it!

2. I get why old decisions dont matter. The world is too big, sure. I dont mind that at all, actually, even with all the problems, it gives people invested in those choices. Im happy to accept it. But then... make the actual plot less beholden to it. Why bring in cameos at all, then? Fuck man set it 50 or 80 years later. But if you cant cause everyone wants closure in the DA fandom then give us closure. If not personal closure with wardens and hawkes and etc cause its all too variant — lore closure. We arent going to talk about how darkspawn were thinking and talking? Blight was always just a random elvhen weapon? What apparent the tevinter magisters then? What about the architect? What about the idea of darkspawn becoming their own race and culture? What about the old gods themselves they were just always enuvanris? How do magisters actually feel about that? Why did those who worshipped corypheous or the black church follow Elvhen gods, their most oppressed and hated enemy aside from the qunari?

Speaking of, what about all of us who wanted to confront Minrathous and Tevine for the atrocities we've built up about it for 3 games. Slavery? Off screen solved before we get there? Dorian fixed it all? I had a heated debate with Dorian about him saying how slavery wasnt all that bad "They like being slaves!" And so many conversations with Fenris about how horrible it is. Rape and murder and submission? We don't as players get to finally confront that?

How about red lyrium being sentient. How about it being a tool the elvhen then used to murder titans, but not its alive and unstoppable? How can anything be unblighted? Because plot?

What of the calling? What of it really? What of those in The Calling who were unblighted? nothing?

Not even a deep conversation about the murky ethics of liberation/slavery when it comes to the Antivan crows stealing children? I'm to forget that?

How about anything all to do with the Qun? How about that burnt in memory I have of Saarabas immolating himself in service to not just the system of his culture but his belief in his faith. We're writing him off as a terrorist and not as an example of the Qun? Lets be really real; they have been retconning the Qun every game till now them being a fully gender and sexual accepting society.

How about the changes of mages vs templars if and maybe they walk free now? As if that entire conflict wasnt the brewing boiling point for three games?

What about the elvhen rebellion they so rightly started after centuries or murder and racism? Can we stop pretending that rebellion isnt an act of violence and has to be? Can we stop erasing the idea that systemical upheavel can be anything other than radical? Hello? Anders is one the phone asking for you?

How about that ending, the veil isn't even torn? Spirits don't walk the earth as intended. Why not solas' plan? Why not restore order. Why not join or dissuade him as he asked us to in trespasser?

It just all feels washed off, Thedas. I'm allowed to be angry and upset that they spanned all of these topics and asked me to engage with them on a deep ethical and moral grounds only to never mention them again. I dont think making your player base feel stupid for caring is great.

3. On personal levels, Solas has been ooc since trepasser. And frankly, the explanation of his relationship with Mythal is disgusting. Made the first slave and turned from his true nature into a tool of war—and reaffirming his subservance by making it that only Mythal could stop him? How is that not a toxic dynamic, and they fram it as loving and romantic? Imagine them trying that Fenris who can only be talked down by Danerous. Come on. It should have been Lavellan — or it really should have been not at all. Let him. The devs want to destory Thedas and start over? Let solas reset time and recreate the earth and tear is all down and erase most of the history. Do it you cowards. Give me an unrecognizable DA5 where spirits and mages rule and the elvhen thrive and war with each other. Give me slaved humans and a topsy turvy all that changes remains the same reality. Why not if you want to illuminti titan everything anyway.

4. I dont believe in the veilguard, I should have a choice not to. I should have a reason to care about it or my companions or fewl some sort of reason we must all work together aside from "theyre adorable". All the other games you had companion parties in organic and believable ways. Rook is leader cause.... ? What if I dont want to be? At least my Dalish inquisitor fought tooth and nail not to be called a christian messiah. Hawke had FRIENDS. And the warden found those who knew what a blight meant. And many of all of us disagreed. Vivianne got not sympathy from me. Why should Neve? Fenris will leave your party if you waste your time when the Magister comes to town. I dont want to coddle Harding about her stupid chantry. I do not to talk to Lucanis happily about the crows. Maybe I dont want to be friendly all the time. Maybe I hate everything Bellara is doing. Or taash.

5. The writing was on the wall in inquistion hoenestly. What with Iron bull letting me decide is he mass murders his found family or not. But jesus these new companions are like 10 yrs old. I don't know you decide. Your a fucking adult. I cant take a single one of them seriously. Even Sera screamed and yelled at me if I challenged her. Solas and I almost broke up mutiple times arguing about tradition and purpose or that damn Mythal well (again and no wonder he would object to doing anything akin to being emslaved by her, only to submit himself in this game. As if the well mattered at all. As if morrigan matters at all.) I just don't feel as though I'm bonding with anyone, I'm babysitting. Im being told what a great person I am that I can teach everyone elementary school behaviorial learning. I dont want to, I dont even want to be "good".

6. Petty stuff:

I hate the art style both in the UI and the models. I hate it. And the expressions are so poor compared even to Da2.

I hate all the armors. Everyone is bulky. Hate it.

Ugly combat.

Cant control or walk around as my companions and try out other classes.

CC cant change eyes or facial structure much so all rooks heads look the same and kinda... everyone looks like a dwarf. Sorry. Imo, imo, every rook I have seen looks like a dwarf.

Dont like the music.

Dragons are ugly.

Morrigans outfit makes it look like she has 4 titties.

I hate this elvhen "steampunk" tech when so much of their magic was shown to be earthen and mystic. Dumb. No explanation as why it would become this way it just is now.

Blood magic erasure cause the devs are scared of us being cool I guess.

I hate the humor. Every joke doesnt land for me. And there are simply too many.

[andrevasims]

Here's the text that can appear in pop-ups when a sim watches the weather channel:

— Summer: —————————————————————

• When it's a really hot Summer day, sometimes I think about cold things, and my mind tricks my body into thinking it's cooler than it really is. Except one time I thought about too much ice cream and it made my stomach hurt.

• Sorry, but I can't help you today. I'm out at the pool.

• Why do they call us Meteorologists? I have never predicted a meteor in my whole life! They're scary. If you see one, let me know and I'll tell people. I'm on TV, you know.

• I'm having a bad day. Just go outside if you want to know about the weather. Stop bothering me.

• I've wanted to be a weather man my entire life. Sure other kids thought I was weird playing with my barometer during recess but I knew I was meant to affect people's lives.

• Weather prediction is a serious science. I have a college degree in it. At least I think it was a college. It was all done on the Internet, but I got a shiny certificate in the mail!

— Fall: —————————————————————

• My advice for today? If it rains, wear a jacket.

• I used to like playing in leaf piles. But not as much anymore. They're itchy.

• You know when people say things like "It's raining cats and dogs out there!" Well, that doesn't happen. Trust me. I've checked.

• Oh, what's the big deal? It's hot, it's cold, it's raining, it's snowing. Who cares? It still doesn't change the fact that my job is basically to look out the window. You know how depressing that is?

• I was struck by lightning once. It didn't feel so good. I put a lightning rod on my roof after that and it hasn't happened since.

• I just love playing in a great big pile of leafs. Burning them is fun too. Except when you accidentally set someone on fire. Poor grandma. Her eyebrows never grew back.

— Winter: —————————————————————

• It's Winter. Wear a sweater. Does that help?

• Sorry. Couldn't make it into work today. It's too cold out there!

• When I was a kid, I made up my own superhero. I was "The Boy Weather - Master of the Forecasters!" My mom made me a cape and a mask, and I ran around my house shouting things like "Chance of Showers: 50 percent!". I fought off evil tornadoes and powerful hurricanes with my powers of prediction. I didn't have many friends.

• I had the worst Nightmare last night. I dreamed I was being chased by a penguin and he wanted to hit me with a fish.

• Did you know Penguins can't fly? They also have a natural resistance to polar bear attacks.

• I always wanted a pet penguin but my mother said that I was too young. I asked her again yesterday, but she said that I should let it slide.

— Spring: —————————————————————

• Can you help me out with something I've always wondered about? If you're in the pool, and it starts raining, do you get more wet?

• It's allergy season out there. The pollen count is off the charts! I'm sneezing just thinking about it!

• I have the greatest job in the world. I can be completely wrong nearly all the time and never get fired. When I make a mistake, I can just shake my head and say, "What are ya gonna do? It's the weather!" How sweet is that?

• Don't look to me for all the answers! The knowledge you seek is just a small step out your front door.

• We've been hearing reports of lightning striking tall trees in the neighborhood, so be careful out there!

• Hello. You have reached the Weather Station. We're not in right now, but if you leave a message after the beep…

[ohbo-ohno]

babygirl bo <3 I have some Qs to which I beg you provide some As (I need me some of that deep bo lore)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

babygirl lumi i love you so much. you're welcome to any lore you want

🍄 does puppy play count as a hc? because i write ghost calling soap "pup" as a kink thing but i also very much so think he'd just Do that.

if that doesn't count, then i'll say that one hc i swear by is that ghost is a freak but soap is 10x freakier and he's into literally every conceivable abuse ghost tries to commit agaisnt him.

also i think soap is suuuper smart but in a really specific way - can't spell for shit, but that man can rattle off college level math like it's nothing

🥤 is SUCH a good ask because now i can rec my fav cod x readers <3 (i know it says fic or author singular but you're getting multiple fics in place of me trying to tag authors and inevitably forgetting someone)

cod fics (but not the people i usually link because this post is already too long):

Baby Blue by kechiwrites (ghost x reader)

Taste by Sweet Deciet (ghost x soap x reader)

The Hand That Feeds by anonymous (ghost x soap)

Hypnotized (Fuck It) by ANTchan (ghost x soap)

Where Moonlight Meets the Sea by MildLimerence (ghost x soap)

Not More Than Once by WhisperedWords12 (ghost x soap)

NOT cod fics, but one for a few fandoms i love:

Declensions by dustorange is THE dick grayson origin fic. if there's one fanfic i wish i had written, it would be this

the first step of kintsugi by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup is a peter parker & frank castle fic and im not sure it'll ever be finished but it is just. god it is perfect and probably my favorite fic of all time

anything by cupcakemolotov is gonna hit like no other for klaus mikaelson/caroline forbes. i love her so so much like she is my IDOL

ALL MOUTH. by themilkteeth is like the epitome of what a good darklina fic is. it's soooooosososo good i want it injected into my veins

the Blood Apron series by sciencefictioness is a great overwatch fic, but you really don't need to know the characters to enjoy the story! another one that'll never get added to, but i love it a lot

🥐 i don't like the lotr movies but there's a moment in the first (?) one where aragorn (?) is singing to himself and frodo (?) asks "who is this lady you sing of?" and for some reason i literally cannot watch it without keeling over in laughter. it's so fucking stupid

🪲 ohhhh we have beef for this one. i hate you a teeny tiny bit for making me write (/j). added it below the cut!

ok quick edit here but. i thought that said 500 words so uh. sorry but there's 500 words here instead of 50 lmfao. im a fool!!!!!

ghost x soap (cw for (legal) age gap)

He takes another look at the kid, now that he’s not planning on throwing him off the property. He’s got a bit of bulk, probably just recently started working out, and there’s a cocky energy coming off of him. Ghost would bet this is far from the first time he’s robbed someone with this little ruse, probably thinks he’s the smartest burglar in town. Too bad he chose the wrong man to try and trick this time.

Ghost straightens from the doorway, rolling back his shoulders and standing tall. The kid isn’t short by any means, but compared to Simon he’s practically little. Odds are he’s still got some growing to do, but for now Simon gets to enjoy the way he can loom over the teenager.

“No one ever taught you to respect your elders, boy?”

Oh, the kid doesn’t like that one. If he were a dog, his hackles would be fully raised, but he’s left settling for curling his lip back in a snarl. “You think just cause you’re old I have to respect you?”

“I think you’ll respect me because you’re on my property. That and I don’t think you’ll like what happens if you keep the attitude up.”

The kid flushes, either from rage or the innuendo. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You think just because we’re out here alone you can say whatever you want to me?”

“Of course not. We’re out here all alone, which means I can do whatever I want to you. And I will, if you don’t get off my property.”

The kid looks him up and down, then visibly steels himself. Ghost bites back a smirk. He’s not used to being underestimated, but he finds he doesn’t mind when it means getting to see the kid play at being his equal.

“What do you think you’ll do if I don’t go?”

Oh, Ghost can’t wait to beat the attitude out of the little brat.

He doesn’t let the kid see how much the rudeness is getting to him, intentionally keeping his face flat and unimpressed. “What’s your name, kid?”

That permanent scowl doesn’t shift, even as a flash of confusion crosses his face. “...John.”

Ghost nods. “Alright, Johnny, if you don’t get off my property, I’ll take you over my knee and teach you what your daddy should’ve.”

It’s nearly impossible to keep from grinning when Johnny’s mouth pops open in surprise, the flush creeping further up his neck. “You- you’ll- who do you think- you can’t-”

Ghost reaches out like he might slap Johnny, instead snaps right in front of his nose, sharp and loud. “Spit it out, boy. I don’t feel like listening to a kid learn how to speak all night.”

Johnny’s letting himself get worked up, and not doing a good job of hiding it. His teeth grind and he shifts from foot to foot, like he’d like to try and attack Ghost. He’s apparently smart enough to know how idiotic that would be, and Simon finds he’s almost disappointed.

[starrynightarchive]

19, 6, 42, 22, 38, 33, 47, 50, 92, 90, 72, 75, 70

answer them all

demanding. hello to you too anon

19. what's been keeping you up at night lately?

your mom.

ok just kidding. uhhh not much. maybe the mistakes I need to fix and this distinct feeling of wrongness that lingers.

6. what role do you play in your group of friends?

let's ask them shall we

42. how did you meet your best friend(s)?

aha i actually wanted someone to ask this one! I'll give you three stories

sri: when i was in kindergarten i remember very clearly seeing this fucker in the restroom. she pulled out her handkerchief and made a banana out of it? i was not impressed. but she then proceeded to eat it/put it in her mouth. which I was impressed with. and then she saw me when I got stuck on the very top of this giraffe thing which you can climb. a teacher had to come up and get me down. bitch was just staring at me the whole time. didn't move a muscle. i love her so very much.

vhas: ok so. i had (have. love her very very much she's a menace and we met in a whole other way) a best friend and I got them into wattpad when I was 13. or 12. idk. then that friend in turn went to a classmate and made them join wattpad. so now all three of us started writing very bad very cringe stories. i was writing a straight romance paranormal story and vhas was writing some tragic yaoi godbles. i read it and fell in love with his writing. so one day, without warning, I just went up to him and said "hey! i love your writing!" and fucked right off. no intro no how are you no nothing. we ended up talking in hangouts (rip) and I made covers for his stories and shit. and then the rest is history.

sree: this is the menace friend. she lives really close to my house. first way we met was through our school bus (we took the same one and I sat next to her one day). she was reading harry potter and we figured that we both loved books. i introduced her to a few. and the very same week I went to my classical music class and they were there. i was like ??? but we became quick friends. proximity, similar interests, orange slices and stupidity. yeah. they're pretty neat.

22. how old were you when you joined the internet?

around 12, i think

38. what is your love language? i'm very expressive about my love for people, but the main ones are: physical touch, words of affirmation and gift giving.

33. have you ever thought about changing your name?

nope! i love my name very very much :D

47. how well-decorated is your bedroom?

not much. at first i had a sticky notes wall filled with quotes poetry etc etc but then had to take it down because it was getting dusty. then there's this huge ass micky mouse sticker stuck on my wardrobe (my dad bought it when I was a kid). skk chibi figurines and iwaoi standee both from my lovely friend vhas. then books. a few magnets stuck to my wardrobe. that's all

50. what do you consider most important in a romantic/platonic partner? being ready to put in work in the relationship. must be an open communicator/must be willing to try. oh, and a good sense of humour (this is very specific btw. i have a type. i will not elaborate).

92. who's in your dream blunt rotation? great question. idk if I'll ever smoke weed but. if I do tay will be my go-to person (@spiderbends)

90. weirdest habit?

i bite people. is that weird? idk

72. which is more important when it comes to clothing, comfort or style?

comfort all the wayyyy

75. how would you describe your favorite person?

icarus. burning wings. the kindest smile. the bravest man. lover, healer, believer. object of all my sweet dreams and sweetest nightmares.

70. when it comes to affection/intimacy, do you prefer to stick to one person or are you more open about it?

intimacy/affection to me isn't strictly connected to romance. and I'm a very affectionate person by nature. i love fiercely. all my loved ones will be bombarded with my love. get loved, loser.

[nowritingonthewall]

I think (and I hope) I'm not the only one to consider the slap in The Last Jedi wrong on different levels!!

- First, it's a gesture which doesn't seem to fit Leia's character at all. Especially towards someone close to her like Poe is.

- Speaking of that, she knows how important her role is to him, so getting humiliated like that by who you consider your mentor must be worse than the slap itself.

- From what we know with Free Fall Poe already has experience about trusting someone only for them to get physical with him, so I can't imagine what the consequence of Leia raising hands on him has been in his (already compromised) mind ›

- › and let's not forget, Poe has come back from having been in the hands of the First Order just recently (few days? A week?) and during his capture he's been - canonically and confirmed by the novelization - beaten more than once.

It's such an unnecessary scene and makes me mad that it's considered "funny". What if the gender was reversed? Would it have been OK if a male officer had slapped one of his (female) pilots? Yeah, no.

Plus, Poe already goes through a lot during all of the three movies (the capture in TFA, the demotion and the explosion in TLJ, the blaster shot in TROS) so if they wanted to go with some fanservice adding him being slapped like a kid, it's quite pointless.

Dear Nonnie, I wholeheartedly agree with everything that you said!!!

In addition, Oscar played it off as something amusing in several interviews but he also admitted that it was really painful for him and Carrie felt really bad about it. Especially since there were 27 takes to record his side and then roughly the same amount of takes to film Carrie’s side, which means they made her slap him 50 times?! There was literally no reason for that, especially given that the whole thing was supposed to be “funny”?!

And yeah, given the gender roles, it is very likely that Luke slapping Rey across the face like that would have invoked way more outrage from the fans. It’s been a few years, but even back in 2017 it really should have been a given that slapping a man across his face like that is no more acceptable than slapping a person of any other gender.

The guilt and shock that Poe felt after what happened on top of his fear of having disappointed Leia was more than enough “punishment” for Poe, he really didn’t deserve that after everything that he’s been through 🥺

[apoptoses]

Trying to escape all the Devil’s Minion hate I’ve seen around here and Twitter (apparently Armand never really loved Daniel, he’s only a footnote in his life, didn’t really have an impact on him or his character development, etc.) by coming to your blog and reading your asks. I truly have no idea how/when/how this influx of hate started (was it the sh*w? It was probably the sh*w) but I just want to tell you I’m so glad you’re around posting fantastic Devil’s Minion content constantly, keeping us fed. Dark times lie ahead and we need to remain strong 🤧

So there's a couple things at play, but first off-

We have like 50 pages of them together in total through all the books. Everyone has different reads on characters/events, people are free to interpret stuff how they want.

However there is a strange and very vocal handful of people who seem to have an agenda to push about Armand and Daniel in specific. I don't know why, I don't know what kind of projection is going on, but they like to insist that Daniel secretly hates Armand and Armand was actually an abusive demon 24/7 and there was never any love between them.

Which if that was just their personal read, whatever. But they run around insisting that this is canon, this is fact, this is what Anne intended and anyone who thinks to the contrary is wrong and needs their ass jumped.

But that's just like, their opinion, man. Nobody has to listen to these people. They are not experts on the secret intentions of Anne Rice. They do not have any info which you, anon, would not also have access to.

The facts are that Armand said he loved Daniel, Daniel said he loved Armand, Daniel begged for eternity with Armand. In the end of the series he went hunting with Armand and moved back in at Trinity Gate. They had fights over the blood when Daniel was mortal and Daniel resented Armand at times for not making him a vampire (but wanted to become a vampire in the end to be with him). Daniel was highly concerned as to whether Armand liked him as a vampire, and Armand said he loved the way he turned out and looked upon him with lust. Anne herself said that Armand was a good person with Daniel, and that she loved his affair with Daniel and it was all about exploration. Everything else is just someone's personal read.

Also, twitter is a cesspit and brings out the worst people lol Don't go there for good takes, you will find nothing but anger and brain rot.

Could it possibly be the show? I don't watch it so I don't really know. I know that the producer seems to be setting up an old school love triangle which is probably going to pit Armand against Lestat, and Daniel against Louis. But idk I have no further relevant knowledge there.

But again, the show is so different from the books. If you don't like the show you're not obligated to listen to or interact with its fans, and if you like the show but don't like the books, vice versa. Nobody needs to be sending hate and insisting that people agree with their personal meta or else they're a bad person. These are fictional characters lmao

But thanks, anon. I am always here to bang the gong of "these two love each other" and create romantic content for them. You're safe here ♥

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N = I saw this picture on pinterest and knew I wanted to write something about someone having a petty/hot af gym experience with Toji. I read and edited as much as my eyes would allow. And as always, any grammatical/otherwise errors, lemme know.

T/W = Oral (M->F), brief masturbation, y/n calls Toji "Daddy", lots of unnecessary language, spanking, man in women's locker room (shower), 1 pussy slap, name calling (bitch). And others.

Bastard!Toji hones in on one woman at the gym. They do petty shit to one another, especially at the end.

"Don't call me a bitch.

Bitch"

Most of my dividers were made by @cafekitsune Go. Look. At. Them. They're amaze-balls.

MDNI/NSFW/🔞 -> under the cut.

You stood in your apartment buildings gym and filled your water bottle. Silently working yourself up as this asshole had been on one of your favorite weight machines for well past the 10-minute allotment.

"Tch, motherfucker. He's always doing that! I should turn him in to ... to ... someone." Toji looks up at you, smiles and winks. He motions and mouths the words "You want it?" And waves you over.

Ok, so maybe I was wrong about him, you thought. You put the lid back on your water bottle and walk over to him.

"Hey, sweetheart." Your eyebrows flew up at the cheese he was spewing from his scarred mouth. "You want this after me? I have 30 more reps to do on this arm and 50 on the other. Why don'cha give me your number and I'll call you when it's free. Yeah? My phone is in my front pocket. Go ahead and dig around until you feel something hard and grab it. Play with that for a bit, and then find my phone." He was so foul.

"Don't. Dont call me that." You noticed right away that it was not a question. He'd told you to grab his cock, give him your number, and he'd give you a ring when the machine was free.

"Hard pass, thanksanywaythough." Your words ran together as you denied his ... offer? Was it an offer? No. He was a bastard who saw you as nothing but his next meal. His next conquest.

"There's plenty of other equipment I can use and get the same result. But I s'pose you'd know that if you actually knew what you were doing." You turned on your heels and went across the room. Away from him and his stupid fucking pants that left very little to the imagination.

You started work on another machine, and you didn't take your eyes off of him from the waist down until you'd finished.

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉ 2 weeks later⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

You'd just gotten home from a terrible day at work. All you wanted was to eat a pint of Icing on the Cake and then rage-exercise your feelings away. But something gnawed at the back of your mind. It was a Friday and still relatively early in the afternoon.

You twisted your hair around your finger and wondered if he was down there. "The fuck ... am I thinking! I don't CARE. I DON'T CARE if he's there or not. But ... Fuck this." You threw your smallest workout clothes on, the ones that covered the least amount of skin, grabbed a clean water bottle and headed out the door.

The elevator door slid open, and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. "Are you ... fffuck. Of course, you'd be on right now." He was the last person you wanted to deal with. "Look, I had a seriously shit day. I want the machine first. Ok? You can have it all you want over the weekend." You decided for him. An offer he surely couldn't refuse. Right?

"Oh, darlin'. That's absolute shit that you had such a bad day. I'll tell you what, I get it first, and then you can have it after me for the foreseeable future. Mm?"

Your head tipped down so low your chin met the skin of your upper chest. A twisted laugh fell from your lips. "No. That's not what I said. The first thing I said to you was I wanted the fucking thing. Ok! Why are you acting like a toddler that can't have a toy he wants? Jesus. Just, don't talk to me anymore. I really don't like you."

"Oh. Come now, sweetheart. You know you don't mean that." He rubbed the scar on his mouth and purposely licked his lips.

The elevator stopped on the gym floor, and you stepped in front of him to block him from leaving first. Well, that was stupid.

He was over 6' tall. His muscles alone weighed more than you and your 5'3 frame. He lifted you with one arm and held you to the front of his hard body. Each carved muscle crevice sticking into your back made you want to stop struggling against him. But if you did that, you'd ultimately just be giving him what he wants: submission. And you'd sooner eat dirt than let him get anything from you.

"Put me down, you overgrown weed! What the fuck, man?!" You squirmed and fought his hold on you to no avail. "Ok, ok, oh-kayyy. Truce. Mercy. Uncle. Whatever but put me down! Please."

Your meager attempt at calming yourself made him laugh. The sound seeped into your ears. You weren't hating it. Laughter always held a certain spot in your heart. It didn't change the fact that you still hated him, though.

He dropped you to the floor, and you almost fell. "Nice, asshole." You hissed. "I. Am. Getting. That. Machine!" You scrambled to your feet and ran toward your goal.

You made it, too. But something was missing. You looked around you for your bottle of water but it wasn't anywhere to be found.

Until.

You looked around to find Toji. The son of a bitch was drinking from it. From your water. He finished a few giant gulps and dumped the rest over his body. Not only was the fucker getting to you with his obscenely palatable looks, but now his wet pants clung to his crotch even tighter than before. You'd be damned if your eyes didn't trail down his chest and rest on his bulging cock.

He watched you lose every ounce of fight you had left and he flexed his long cock. Solely for you.

Oh no. You thought. Oh, no no no. Look away, y/n. Look. Away.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing! Oh my god! Stop it! That's mine!! The wa– the water bottle is mine!" He polished off the bottle and threw it in the garbage. "Oh, you motherfff–"

"It's right here. Jesus. Why don't you grab a tampon and plug your hole before you stroke out. Now move. I'm first. I always go first."

"Fuck ... off. If you think that was my only water bottle then you must be dumber than you look. I'm not going anywhere. I think I'll work on my arms the whole time I'm here. Yep! Right here. On my favorite equipment. Mm-hmm. Here I go! Oh, oh yeah. That burn is ... oh shit. It's orgasmic!"

"You. Bitch." He said with no tone. And at that moment you swear a light bulb exploded over his head. "You really wanna start this shit with me? You're sure? You will be begging for me to stop by the end of the day. So help me." He promised.

He walked to the main office and you heard him say something to the manager. Then they both came out and walked toward you.

"Miss Y/L/n? Um, this is awkward. You've never caused any trouble here. And I don't know why you'd decide to start now. Over a weight machine, nonetheless. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a warning about your aggressive behavior."

You leaned into the manager's small frame. Probably not the best idea since you were accused of being 'aggressive'.

"You're, you're what? You're giving me a warning for WHAT!?" You glared at where Toji was standing; like a victim. But you saw it: the subtle uptick of the corners of his mouth. Slimy bastard.

"Mr. Fushiguro told me what happened between you with ... with the weight machine." They shook their head, disappointed in your alleged behavior. "There are signs posted all over the gym, Y/L/n. And another thing? It's immature of you to throw his water bottle away."

"I didn't ... wait ... he's the one ..." It was useless. The manager was already walking back to their dark little room. You glared incredulously at Toji.

"You're the bitch here." Your words did not affect the man. You stomped away, so pissed you don't want to do anything at all now. "I'll remember this, and you owe me a water bottle. Bitch."

Toji just took his place on the machine and began to press the weights like a working mule.

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉ 1 week later⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

Today was the day. You were going to get a full arm workout. Your new outfit was so cute. It showed just enough of your skin to draw his attention, but not so much he'd assume you were trying to gain his gaze.

You got into the cropped sports bra and the pants that matched it and made sure everything was pointing in the right direction. But before you went to the elevator, you smacked on a thermal lip balm. It warmed at the heat from your lips and turned a cute, natural shade of bright pink.

You didn't understand why you wanted his attention. It was fun to keep his flexing junk on a constant loop in your head, though. It was becoming a pretty big distraction. No matter how many times you took matters into your own hands and tried to relieve the ever-present want between your legs, nothing you did brought you any relief.

You decided to exercise the lust right out of you.

As you locked your door behind you, Toji showed up and stood right in front of the elevator doors. He nearly blocked your way in. "Oh god. Why? Why are you always here when I am? It's a 24-hour gym. You can go another time? Why every night at 5:30?"

He turned to you and raised an eyebrow. "First, my name isn't 'Oh god.' It's Toji. Remember that. There's a good chance you'll be sittin' on my face screaming it out." He looked down at you with a playfulness in his eyes. "My face or somethin' else. And, unfortunately, you only feel like you own 5:30 rights to the apartment's gym. I'll go whenever I fuckin' wanna go." The elevator doors opened. "You comin', sweetheart?"

There it was again. The familiar pull of your throbbing cunt toward this beast of a man. He was so big. His body was hard everywhere. Even his cock seemed to be half hard all of the time. You hoped your new workout clothes would make him sorry for ever being a shit to you.

But so far, just standing next to him, he treated you like it were any other day that you both braced at the other's presence. But he didn't change when he was near you. Only you seemed to shift.

"You can have it first, ok? Just wipe it down for fucks sake. You sweat rivers when you do that." He smiled at your concession. But that was it. He didn't say thank you or look at you.

You stepped off into the gym after he did, and you went right for the leg machines.

He looked around the space and then at you settling in to do some leg presses. "What are you doin', baby? You want to go first today, that's fine."

"No, I said you can go first. I don't care anymore."

"No, really. Go first." He sat down on the bench. "Here, I'll watch ya."

"Why the hell would I do that?! You're just gonna watch me, and then, you're gonna sit there and judge my form or some shit. You're the worst person I've ever met."

"Ok, how about we both judge each other?"

"That's stupid, Toji." You sighed. It was exhausting having to have a conversation with him. "You just want to see me bend over."

"You know me so well, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that."

"Alright, alright. Jesus. Now, get over here, you're goin' first. And don't give me any lip ... about this, anyway. You can give me any other kinda l–"

You whacked him on the chest. "Stop there. I'll kick your ass if you finish that sentence. Got it, sweetheart?" You puffed your chest out and tried your best to be intimidating. But try as you might, Toji could squash you if he wanted to.

And oh, how you wanted him to fold you up, but you'd already decided you'd rather eat dirt than let this man within 6 inches of your dripping cunt. Wait ... did you just say dripping?

Fuh-uh-uck y/n! You're wet and it's because of him. Way to keep your eye on the balls – BALL.

Your face pinked up. And you hated yourself a little bit more for letting him get under your skin. There was something about him. His to-hell-with-it approach. You were drawn to him.

You stood with one leg crossed over the other, giving it your all to come across as though you were doing an exotic stretch.

"Hey, sweetheart, you look like you're, uh, trying not to cum. You doin' all right?" He let out a loud laugh.

You gasped at his observance. "I ... wh–. I told you not to call me that. Shut the fuck up. Take the machine. I never want to see it again." You skittered across the floor. Your hips swaying from one side to the other, and back again. For him. This guy. Such an asshole. Saying that to me. Absolutely no tact.

You got into the last shower in the women's locker room as soon as your clothes were off. The heat between your legs reaching a whole new level. And now that you think about it, you haven't felt this horny in a long time.

He was so crude and almost dirty ... and ... oh ... How you want him to fuck you.

The hot water eased some of the tension in your muscles. You washed your hair and conditioned it. When it came time to wash your body, everything was going smoothly until you started to soap up your breasts, stomach, thighs, and beyond. Turning down the water temperature, you hoped it would cool you somehow. But all it did was make you painfully aware of how badly you wanted Toji in there with you. To take the brunt of the icy spray hitting your half washed body.

It was impossible to ignore the urge to finger yourself.

You lowered your hand and your fingers ran circles around the soft flesh of your clit. It didn't take much for your walls to start contracting.

"Oh, god, mmhm."

There was a noise out in the dressing room. "Hello? I ... I h–hello? Goddamn it. I was getting close. Ok, ok." You sunk back against the opaque tiled wall and began running your fingers through your tender folds, approaching your orgasm, once again, almost too quickly.

You called out Toji's name as you came all over your hand. "Toj'– oh god, you're s'big! Yes, fuck me, Toji!" You moaned a little too loudly. Would anyone hear you? No one else was in there and the gym itself was pretty quiet for a Friday evening. Good. This was all good.

Just as you were about to turn the water off, the curtain was pulled back and your eyes popped wide open. "Oh my god! What are you doing?"

"Oh, darlin' ... I'm not the one who just blew her load while saying my name. That's just sad, sweetheart."

"Stop calling me that!! Oh, I can't believe this! How dare you come in here! All ... all fucking naked and ... and ... big! Just go away. What the fuck are you doing anyway?"

"I came in here to shower and ... wait. Did you say big? Well, darlin', that's not even the tip of the iceberg. I'll show you if you stop covering yourself."

You realized what you were doing. Your hands were covering your breasts and pussy. The cold water from the shower head was still pouring over you. You were nearly shivering.

"Fuck you, Toji. I'm not moving. You can go to a different shower. How about one in the nens locker room!"

"Now, sweetheart, why ya gotta go and be like this? You finished showerin' and fuckin'." He laughed, "Thoroughly, from what I heard." He grabbed his fat cock and pumped it in his fist a few times, slowly. "And these showers are nicer. Better water pressure. You're cold. Here, let me warm ya."

He pulled your arms down to fully expose you. "W-wait, what are you doing? Oh... god. D-don't... come closer."

"I'm not coming closer. You're the one getting closer."

You hadn't realized that it was you making your way toward him. You could feel his body pressing up against yours. "Toji, why are you ... I, please, don't. This isn't the time or place ... You need to ... to ..." You tried to sound stern but it was hard. His scent was getting stronger. His body is more intoxicating. Your words lost momentum the more you tried to convince yourself that he should stop.

He smelled like sweat and man. Not that gross, musty body odor that certain men carry after a heavy workout. This smelled like pure sex. You wanted to bottle it and save it for a rainy day.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?"

"What the hell does that even mean? And I told you to stop ... y'know, whatever. Whatever."

"You've got no sense of adventure, do ya, sweetheart. You're too afraid to admit you're not as good at hiding your desire for me than you thought. You're afraid I'll be better at pleasuring you than anyone else has been." Toji squeezed the head of his cock and threw his head back, letting out a growl.

He was standing in the shower with you now. His cock was dragging across your belly with each twist of his hips. You were quickly losing the composure you always try to maintain around Toji. He can sense the heavy shift in your energy, and he cages you in against the shower wall with his toned body.

You stood there like a baby deer in the headlights. Nothing you did would lessen your fixation on how you felt as he stood so tall over you.

It took all your reserved efforts to lift your hands and grab his biceps. He saw you struggling with this. You two had been dancing around each other for weeks. When you'd declare your hatred for him, it gave him life. He thrives on the frustration you give to him and what he gives to you.

His large palms slid down the length of your sides until he was holding your hips. He was waiting for you to either push him away or pull him closer. You chose the latter.

You brought his wet body to your face and digging your nails into him, you licked his pecs.

"Mm, there's a good girl. Now, why don't you tell Daddy what you want, hm?" You almost came when he said that.

He lifted you like you were nothing but a child's plaything. So malleable. The transparency of your newfound intention made his cock leak.

"Please, Toji."

"Daddy, sweet–sweetheart."

"P–please, Daddy. Please, fuck me. Make me cum, Daddy."

"Yeah? Well let's, mmm, see what we can – ah fuck – do about ... that ..." He had lined himself up with your hole, teasing you, making you beg. You couldn't even look at him. Not only were you embarrassed, but he was just too intimidating. "Come on, baby. Tell me, how much ya want it."

"M'Toj', s‐someone might come in."

He kissed your wet breasts and assured you, "The only ones comin' in here will be me and you. I sent everyone home. Told'm I'd lock up when we were done."

"Wh– how? How can you just kick out a bunch of people?" Just who had you gotten yourself mixed up with.

"You don't know, sweetheart? Heh, well, shit. I own this apartment building. Yep. S'all mine."

"What?" You were trying to process what he said and not be so distracted by his dick rubbing all over you.

"You heard me. Now, let me taste that sweet, tight pussy."

Jesus fuck he's so hot. You tried everything to wiggle down a little lower so you could sit yourself down on his cock, but he wouldn't let you. "No, baby. Lemme taste."

He pushed your back against the wall and spread your legs around his neck. His mouth was hot. You felt him moan and grumble against your mound as he ate your pussy like it was his first and last time. His excitement was contagious.

He was careless with his movements but precise in his direction. Sloppy wasn't the word that came to mind. Nothing came to mind because you couldn't concentrate on anything but how his tongue darted in and out of your body.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The sensation was so much more than you'd expected. This wasn't the kind of sex you'd had before. It wasn't the kind of sex you'd heard others speak about. You'd never, even in your dirtiest dreams and fantasies, thought this existed.

And yet, here you are. Your ass resting in Toji's hands, back steadying against the somewhat warmed tile. Your legs tightly wrapped around his neck while he sucks on your clit. How did you get so lucky.

He was taking his time, savoring the way you tasted. His lips pressed and sucked every bit of your skin and nibbled on your inner thighs.

"Mmmm ... T–Daddy. "

"Good girl. Y'gonna cum for Daddy, sweetheart?"

"Hahhh, yes, Daddy! Please, don't ... don't stop. I'm s'close, Toji."

"Fuck, sweetheart. Say that again, baby."

"Say ... say wha–"

"My name." He put his mouth back on you so gently. Lulling you into a false sense of security.

"Toji, oh god, fuck!"

He stopped for a moment and eased you down the front of his body. Your pussy nearly swallowing his entire length.

He felt the exquisite brush of your tight hole against his head. "Ohh shit, darlin'. But not yet."

"Toji, what ..."

"Hold on." He left the steamy enclosure of the walls and opened a cupboard in the locker room area.

"Ok, sit on this so you don't get cold." He laid out a plush towel for you over the wide bench in the large shower.

You sat as he got down on his knees in front of you. "Hmm. Now ... where was I ..." Toji buried his whole face between your folds. Licking and sucking at your soft flesh. The bridge of his nose hitting your clit just so. Quietly daring you to rub yourself on him and driving you further down.

Your head fell back as he got you right back to where you were before the change of position. His hands found their way up under your thighs and he pulled you forward with such force you had to stand or you'd fall.

And so, you stood over Toji now as he played in your cunt with his greedy mouth. You ran your hands through his black hair, tugging hard on it when he hit just the right spot and just the right speed.

He spread and smacked your ass cheeks. Ultimately sliding two rough fingers in between your lower lips to tease your sopping wet entrance.

"Fuck you taste so good, sweetheart. I could do this all day. I could do this all night. Let's do that. Yeah, darlin'? Wanna fuck all night?"

"Yeah, yes. M'close, Toji. So ... close ... Da–Daddy!"

"Cum for me, baby. Cum on Daddy's tongue. Let it go. Come on, sweetheart. I want it."

Your eyes squeezed shut, your head thrown back, and the muscles in your lower abdomen pulled tight. He held you still by the backs of your thighs and forced you to stay upright. "Mmmm, fuck, yes. Right there. Keep ... oh god ... yes! Yesyesyes! Oh FUCK! TOJIII!"

Your world was spinning as you came on his face and chest. He didn't care. He kept eating you out until you pushed him away. Your pussy was beyond overstimulated. So you pulled away and sat down slowly, trying to get your jellied legs to cooperate.

You were both breathing heavily, but Toji's breathing was different. It was deeper, almost raspier. You looked up at him and found him stroking his leaky reddened cock.

"Toji, let me ... I wanna–"

"Mmm. No." He said as his head fell down to watch as his hand wrapped around the tip.

"But ..."

"No."

"I ... I ... ok."

"What the hell kinda response is that? 'Ok?' Jesus, sweetheart. Get on the fuckin' floor."

"I didn't mean it like tha–"

"Sweetheart, do I gotta spank ya? 'Cuz I'll do it."

"Oh. You're just ... uhm. You're kinda ... I like ... I'd like that."

"Yeah? I thought so. Get down here."

You lowered yourself onto his legs, positioning your belly just over his thighs. His full length is so close to you. "Wait, wait. Hold on. You can't ... can't spank me. I need ..."

"What? What do you need?"

"You can't spank me unless you're inside me." You stuck your tongue out at him.

"Well well well. Look whose bratty little self is back." He crossed his arms over his large chest.

"I'm not a brat."

"Oh yeah? Prove it." He slipped his hand between your thighs and spread your legs, giving your cunt a little smack.

"AH! How?"

"By being a good little girl and letting Daddy spank you." He said sharply.

"What if I'm not Daddy's good girl? Will you spank me even harder?"

"Maybe."

"Well, in that case, make me. Fucker."

He smacked you, not too hard, and rubbed his large palm over your blushing ass cheek. "Again."

*Smack. Smack. Smack.* He bit into the red skin and ran his fingers teasingly around your entrance. Pulling away when he felt you trying to suck him in.

"Tojii ..."

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Will you ..."

"... I'm waiting," he said, impatiently.

"Will you fuck me, Daddy? Please?" You batted your lashes. "I want you so bad."

He smiled. "You sound so cute when you beg. But no. I don't think so. Here's $25 for a new water bottle though. See ya 'round, bitch." He stood up, washed his body off and walked out of the shower. Leaving you with a wink, a shit-eating grin, and crumpled cash.

[bohemian-nights]

You know it’s always “Rhaenyra deserved better from Daemon” or “Laena deserved better from Daemon” even sometimes “Nettles/Mysaria deserved better from Daemon” but it’s never “Rhea Royce deserved better from Daemon.” I’m not sure when it became a popular headcanon that Rhea Royce was in her 40s forcing a seventeen year old Daemon (who is a Prince) to marry her but that’s simply not true. We are never told what age Rhea Royce was when she married Daemon. One would assume to she was either his age or a year or two younger. And even if she was older than Daemon I seriously doubt she was the one pushing for the marriage and probably just like him was being forced to marry as well. Then the wedding roles around and he’s just a horrible drunken mess. In the years following Daemon is openly disrespectful to her, her house, and their marriage. He calls her his “bronze b!tch” and never once did anything nice for her or said anything nice or even attempted to make them work. Book wise after all that happens and when she does die he shows up and tries to take over her title. Show wise he actually kills her. I get we don’t get much of anything about her but still. If it’s one thing Viserys and Daemon had in common it was treating their first wives like sh!t and playing either a direct or indirect role in their death.

I don’t actually think most of the concern regarding Nettles is genuine(and I’ve only seen like five people like Mysaria, she’s pretty much irrelevant to most of the fandom), but I won’t lie the hate for Rhea Royce to the point where Dumbnyra stans are making her out to be the villain because she somehow forced this young boy to marry her is one of the most bizarre things I’ve seen come out of this fandom🫠

The headcanon that she’s way older than Daemon makes zero sense. True enough we do not know Rhea’s exact age, however, F&B constantly talks about the age differences between couples(Corlys and Rhaenys, Alysmond, Dettles, Dumbnyra, etc.)

You would think that the man who was calling her ugly, a b*tch, and comparing her to an animal would’ve called her old too if she were old enough to be his mother 🤷🏽‍♀️

And if someone is going to use the show to say she’s older than him in what world is this woman older than Daemon🙃:

Young boy where? 40 year old(I guess she’d be 50 by then) woman where? 🙃

Once again they are literally making sh*t up.

One really has to ask have these people even read the books because it’s Daemon’s grandmother who arranged their marriage.

And were they actually paying attention to the show because in the first episode they state that Aemma is the one who arranged the match🙃

Both in the show and the books Daemon spends most of his time married to Rhea away from her either in Kings Landing, a brief stint on Dragonstone, or at war. He even takes a mistress(Mysaria) so it’s not like Rhea is able to restrict his personal freedom. Essentially they are married on paper only.

The divorce rock thing is a show invention, but Daemon wasn’t exactly nice to Rhea in the books(he calls her a b*tch for Chris’s sake). He wasn’t a good husband to her.

So if Rhea isn’t that much older than Daemon, isn’t the one who arranged the match, or forces him to stay in the Vale then how the hell is she the big bad villain in Daemon’s story?

I’m a Daemon lover(which is why I’m not going to be tagging this post anti-Daemon), but you can admit when a character you love is in the wrong.

You don’t have to make him into a victim to keep stanning him. Sometimes there’s really no good justification for his behavior. He’s morally gray for a reason. His treatment of Rhea Royce(even in the books) is one of the many moments that shows it.

[wonik1ss]

cherry rush — ch.g

pairing : non-idol chaeryoung x reader

song rec : zero - newjeans

NUMBER1Y/N

SECOND PLACE

As you read the the title of you favorite arcade game you fell to your knee’s. “. NOOOOOOOO”. Your friend Karina rolled her eyes “ Y/n It’s just a game! Now get your ass up so we can go “. Astonished your mouth and your friends Yoon’s were agape as Yoon started to speak. “ JUST A GAME?! Y/N HAS WORKED YEARS TO GET THAT TOP SPOT “.

You nodded as Karina rolled her eyes and went to the food court. “ You know what we have to do now right Y/n “. Yoon said as she helped you of and patted of the dirt on your butt.

“ Yes I have to beat cherrychaer “.

-

You walked back into arcade looking for your favorite game cherry rush again. Finally knowing you secured your top spot after 6 house of none stop racing in the game.

As you walked up to check the score before playing again you saw.. “ THEY DID IT AGAIN ?!?! “.

-

After that you and cherrychaer were in a rivalry. Anytime you came and got the top spot, she came late and snatched it up for weeks.

Frankly you were tired of it and with some help; from some friends that worked there you found out when the other player came to play. As you walked closer and closer to your favorite game; your smirk grew as you were about to confront your greatest enemy.

“ Are you there? “. You had spaced out thinking about who it was when they turned around that. “ Y- Ya so your cherrychaer.. “. You said, as the girl nodded and looked you up and down.

“ Your not to bad.. thought you were some middle age man though. The girl said as she started to giggle and your face grew red.

“ As you can see I’m not! “. You practically wined to the taller girl before she started to walk towards you.

“ Ya.. your actually pretty cute for a.. 50 year old “. She said as she backed you into a neighboring game. Your face had practically turned into a tomato. As you pinned you in, one hand near your head the other on your waist.

“ Tell you what.. If you go in a date with me I’ll stop play cherry rush… “. Your eyes beamed at the taller girl as she tried her hardest not to laugh at you. With that you looked down rolling your eyes.

“ Stop joking with me it’s not cool “. The girl tipped up your chin so she could look at you. “ I’m not joking for a date I’ll stop playing the game for-ever “. As you though about your response an employee came in out. “ Time to go girls “. As the employee finished the girl dragged you outside.

“ So yes or no? “. She said holding your waist.

“ yes.. “.

“ What I didn’t hear you Y/n “.

“ FINE ILL GO ON A DATE WITH YOU “. She smiled as you yelled at her as; she dragged you to her car.

“ Where are you taking me “.

“ Where going on our date stupid “. The girl said as she and you buckled in.

-

You had just got into the diner still being dragged as you both sat down.

“ I’m Chaeryoung by the way “. The girl said arm hooked with your still. You were starting to regret this before the waiter came stopping your thoughts.

“ What would this lovely like today “. As you were about to deny the waiter Chaeryoung spoke up.

“ I would like 3 pieces of pizza and my girlfriend would like.. “. Your face started to turn pink as you mumbled.

“ I would like a burger and fries “.

“ A burger and fries! We will also take a shake with two straws “. Chaeryoung whispered the last part and winked at the waiter.

You hid your face as the waiter left. “ What’s wrong Y/n? “. Chaeryoung said as you finally turned to look at her. Which was a clear mistake seeing as when you did; you were face to face to her. Not even an inch away.. more of a centimeter.

“ It’s nothing.. “. You said, but the girl ignored it instead finding your lips more interesting. “ Your lips are even cuter “. She said as she licked you lips as your blush turned bright red again.

“ It’s making me really want to- “. “ And here is your food “. The waiter said as they placed down the food and the single shake. Chaeryoung slightly flared at the girl but smiled. “ Thanks… “. As the waiter left Chaeryoung dug in. Forgetting all about the almost kiss you two had.

-

“ That.. was actually fun “. You said as you and Chaeryoung stood outside the diner. She rolled her eyes “ Are you saying you thought I was boring “. You nodded as she pushed you against the wall. “ Don’t think I didn’t forget about your lips “. The blush that has left a long time ago crawled back onto your face. As Chaeryoung got closer… closer… closer. This kiss was very much heated seeing as it lead onto you to making out for a good 5 minutes.

Well that was before… “ Chaer! and… Is that the girl you have been thirsting over! I can’t believe you finally got the balls to ask her out “. The waiter otherwise known as Ryujin Chaeryoungs waiter friend said; as she left to her car.

Chaeryoung started to blush as you started to laugh. “ So you’ve been stalking and thirsting over me this whole time “. You said as Chaeryoung put her hands on your waist: rolling her eyes saying. “ Yes… but without cherry rush I would never have to balls to ask you out… “.

As she explained you started to understand the whole situation better. Chaeryoung had seen you at school and fell in love. She followed you everywhere and never took her eyes of you. That’s how she found out you played at her favorite arcade.

This was also when her younger friend Tuna suggested that she try to beat you so she could finally talk to you as a joke. Chaeryoung didn’t take it as one and now here you are.

You smiled and laughed as Chaeryoung looked at you embarrassed asking. “ What are you laughing at… “.

“ It’s nothing… It’s just that the cherry rush game really did work “. As you said that Chaeryoung smiled and kiss bombed you. Kissing you all over your face. You both soon left and she brought you home as she went to here’s.

“ YUNA GUESS WHAT “. She said bursting into her and her friends house. “ WHAT CHAER IM DOING HOMEWORK “. Yuna said back as Chaeryoung ran into her room. “ What is it now Chaeyoung “. “ YOUR PLAN IT WORKED “.

Puzzled Yuna asked “ What plan “. “ THE PLAN TO FET Y/N TO LIKE ME “. Yuna went bug eyed “ YOUR TELLING YM THE CHERRY RUSH PLAN REALKY WORKED ?!?! “.

“ Yes the cherry rush plan really did “.

[nathanielzalexandria]

I heard its work in progress Wednesday so here is an unfinished Steddie fic i have in the files

There was something utterly soul destroying of being weighed and found wanting by the person you gave your heart to.

She saw right through the guarded fortress that made up Steve Harrington and found him hollow. An empty husk of a person decorated in fool's gold. Hardly better than a paperweight that was a random pebble picked up from her backyard without care. Yet he was still lesser than that pebble —at least the pebble was picked up for a specific purpose and could properly do what it was brought to do. Steve was more like that one book most people recommend as being good primarily by its cover art and by word of mouth by a few only read the summary of or barely skimmed a few pages of and decided the book was the best thing in the world or exceptionally loathsome that you decided to take a chance on and actually carefully read through it only too shut the book and realize that its full pages were filled with a profound nothingness. It wasn't terrible, it clearly was not good, and it could not transcend into so bad its good territory

"Bullshit!"

And their relationship, his and Nancy's, was like spending 10 hours driving all over Indianapolis looking for tickets to Queen's Indianapolis leg of their tour only to find out that the ticket was counterfeit. And you can neither see the concert nor get back your time and efforts.

"Bullshit"

 

And him believing that someone like her who had her whole life put together could ever genuinely love someone like him didn’t even deserve an analogy. It was simply complete and utter

 

“Bull. Shit!”

It was the rudest awakening of Steve's life that night. He spent the night turning the word "bullshit" over and over in his mind, laying it against his skin to see how well it suited him. And in those small hours of the night, Steve found it fit him too well.

Everything about his life was bullshit.

Since he turned 10 his parent had not spent a full 24 hours at home and only ever spoke to him to demand and berate him. In the last two years they had only returned home once, and that was when they met Nancy, (Though they didn’t like her to be the next Mrs Harrington, they saw the potential in her as a reporter; it was always good for a rich man to have an in with the press). The day after he turned 10 his parents sat him down, with their bags already packed and waiting in the car and told him that he was the man of the house now and he would need to learn to take care of his self fully now that his parents no longer had time (nor the want) to do so. He could do anything he wanted in the house, if he kept the house clean and not tarnish the Harrington name.

So, he threw everything into sports (even to the detriment to his health with the hearing in his left ear dropping to 50% from continuous swimmer’s ear).

He slacked on studying, content with his fluctuating B/C average (his father said grades didn’t matter when you could buy your way into any school in the country).

He became popular (even though it was stressful to maintain the position)

 

The only time he ever came close to receiving a compliment from anyone that did not have to do with his hair in the past 8 years was when he achieved something in school. Seeing that he fluctuated between Bs and Cs his entire middle and high school life, Steve threw himself in to different sports to fill the year. Steve had to convince himself that he loved playing basketball so that he could continue playing the sport.

He was only friends with Tommy H because unlike everyone else, at least Tommy, and by proxy his girlfriend, stuck around. Most of anything that came out of Tommy’s mouth about others was wrong. All those crazy "Harrington" parties were really thrown by Tommy H and was doubly encouraged by his parents

[queen-of-bel]

some general fe3h thoughts now that i'm at like month 8

starting with the bad and i feel like this is a very severe flaw but this game is not well put together at all. they force you to make all these choices with no context or supporting information and then you just pray it turns out okay

i tried this game first like a year and a half ago and could not stand to finish it. i didn't like anyone in my faction and ed*lgard's vibes were rancid as hell and the idea of pouring like 50+ hours into a game where i want to throttle half the cast was not appealing to me in the slightest

then i tried out dimitri's faction and immediately fell in love with ashe and dedue so i was motivated to keep playing. ironically i think dimitri's vibes are gross as hell too but i genuinely like every other person i have in the group

a choice as big as who you spend the entire game with should not be made after just speaking with the characters for like. 3 sentences. it really will make or break your enjoyment of the game and it's baffling that you're forced to make such an important choice after only 15 minutes of playing

this complaint doesn't just apply to the story, it's towards the gameplay too. the chapter 6 map was complete dogshit. all the warping tiles would've been manageable if it weren't for the fact that you also were on a time limit. i have no clue what the right way to warp is and i have to just pray that whatever i chose is the right answer. i had to restart that battle like 3 times bc i kept choosing the wrong direction. why in god's name am i supposed to be rawdogging this map like that like WHO in the good lord's name thought that was a good idea

and then the devs obviously did not bother to integrate the support scenes into the main game at all like it's actually really laughable. like man i would've expected maybe at least an attempt...

i think ultimately the game is horribly disjointed in a lot of ways and it just feels like it's a bunch of random gameplay mechanics just slapped on top of each other and the game doesn't even bother to try to tie any of it together in a way that's cohesive or even pretends to have it make sense

that being said, it's not as big of a complaint as it normally would be for me bc i actually am (for the most part, dimitri can choke) really enjoying each of those pieces.

i do think it's funny that you can permakill team members with zero fucking fanfare and minimal announcement. rip to sylvain but i didn't even notice he had died. no clue when i lost him 🫡

it's pretty amazing, despite having a lot of my biggest pet peeves in video games, i actually am hooked to this game and can't put it down. quite the definition of high highs and low lows so far, but the highs are outweighing the lows by far

[asoulofatlantis]

Big King is watching you, huh? ^^'

You are telling me those names are pure incidents? Totally no Square Enix mockery, right? It just so happens that we have a Honeybee Inn and a guy named Loveless, right? Sure...

T-Twenty? I have yet to get under 100. And I tried so hard...

They are related? Who would have thought? They look nothing alike at all.

I played too many Trails-Games. I feel awful for what has already happened to her and now, because she helped us, she is going to be publicly executed? We should just have gone after that stupid human-sandworm that pooped us out the other day...

We are in the top 50 now... but what a price to pay...

Is she... dragging him away from us for some reason?

Uh... uhm... uh... yeah... well... uh... okay... I guess?

Stunted growth maybe? ^^'

Yesterday I google endings and it looked like there wasn't much I could do wrong aside from 3 questions that could lead to bad ending if I do answer the wrong way. Either this is one of those answers OR they made it sound like as lot less work than it actually is because I right now standing before those brothers having to give an answer and I have NO idea what the right one would be. Because I need it to be something that impresses the mad man himself... but... I'd help anyone in need and I'd treat all tribes equally doesn't quite do the trick here. HOWEVER... saying I don't want to be King might not be a lie but maybe Luise might think we are worthless if we have no aspiration whatsoever?

I've already faced one of those questions without realising it but somehow gave the right answer... *sweats* thank god.

It seems like what I answer decides if Luise becomes my constant enemy or for now.... considers me less of a threat and more of an ally. Fascinating.

Apparently, we can be somewhat honest and tell them we treat all tribes equally... because Luise said he would do the same. But I mean... would he really? I mean... he killed the King for his "ideals" after all.

Strohl! I am trying to avoid bad ending here, do not ruin this for me with your big mouth!

I think we just say we are in love with Junah... seems to be the savest answer XD Jokes aside... I wonder if we should say we do not like Forden and his church, because that too wouldn't be a lie.

Jep, thats the answer...

Uff...

I guess we made it on Louises good side for now XD The internet said Louise has 7 questions for you, the ones from those two apparently don't count tho (I would have loved to see the reaction to "I am in love Junah" tho XD) which means I have 6 left and the last one could bring me a full on bad ending. (There also seem to be a More- and a Prince-Bad ending if this is a Spoiler for the princes survival or not remains to be seen. I mean, he might as well be too weak by the time we lift his curse and asks us something with his dying breath and if we answer wrong we... I don't know... get the curse instead of him or something? Or maybe we do not wake him at all and the question is not from but about the prince? We will see eventually...)

For now... we live.

I guess it would also be much easier to find an excuse for her "accidentally" ending up in Luises quarters XD