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erikavixin2006 · 4 years ago

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Drunk Marinette! Adrienette

'Adriennnnnnnn~ I want youuu~'

If Adrien's phone wasn't left charging at home he could've have a gallery full of pictures and videos of Marinette.

A very drunk Marinette.

It all started with a girls night out that Alya had suggested, along with Alix's suggestion of getting themselves hammered for the rest of the night. Juleka and Alix in the end were the ones who could take on their fifth glass of shots, while the others were drunk messes.

Ivan merely carried Mylene all the way to their car, Mylene, despite her small size and usually kind demeanor, had turned into a very dominant being, and Ivan had to hold down the color on his cheeks as Mylene rambled on about the things that was best kept censored.

Alix had to help a struggling Nino, who had to deal with Alya's hallucinations. The upcoming worldwide famous blogger had begun to chase after an imaginary bug heroine and cat hero. And Nino daresay his girlfriend is stronger than she looks.

Juleka only had to drag a tipsy Rose into their car, which was most probably the easiest task out of everyone here.

The girls represent different types of drunks, and most of them were easy to handle, but Marinette is a different story, and that brings them to where they are right now.

Adrien ignored his lady's suggestive words and had finally managed to carry Marinette into their car. He was in the middle of buckling her into her seat when her two tone arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his face close to her red ones. Giggling quietly as she whispered more seductive words into his ear. Her breath is hot and her voice is silky, definitely not helping his hormones at all.

'No Mari, you are drunk, you're not thinking straight,' Adrien strapped her to the chair safely, removing him from her arms and starting the car. Tikki had joined Plagg at the back of the car, giggling softly at the moment.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her red face in a pouty expression, her bottom lip tugged out and her nose scrunched up, honestly the most adorable sight he had ever seen.

'I am thinking straight, if I'm not then you wouldn't be naked in my eyes right now,' the bluenette giggled seductively. Adrien almost crashed the car, tensing up like a frightened cat, his green eyes connected with his girlfriend's bluebell ones. The blue orbs most definitely checking him out.

Biting his bottom lip, he focused back on the road, attempting to ignore those seductive eyes, he spoke in a voice a bit too hard, 'Marinette, no,' .

He made a mistake.

Terrible one.

Marinette's bottom lip trembled, moisture surrounding her eyes. Adrien stopped at the red light, always the first to apologize, 'No wait, I'm sorry milady, please don't cry,' he panicked, devastated to see his bugaboo cry because of him.

Marinette brought her legs up to her chest, her black leggings complimented her Chat Noir themed blouse well. The woman hiccuped as sobs erupted from her throat, 'You don't love me anymore Adrien! I know I'm fat and ugly and one day you'll finally see that and go for more prettier girls, and then I'll be left alone with no one else to love meeeeee!' .

If this was a serious situation Adrien would go to the ends of the world just for her to be happy but this particular scene was far to funny and adorable to be sad, chuckling softly, Adrien caressed the woman's red cheeks and assured, 'I do love you buginette, oh my goodness you're too adorable for this world. You're not fat and you are most definitely not ugly. I love you and will not leave you, remember that okay?' his adoring eyes reflected in the drunk heroine's watery blue orbs.

Marinette hiccuped softly and wiped her tears away, holding up her pinky finger like a child, she softly spoke, 'Promise?' , Adrien's hear tugged in his chest, his sweet bugaboo is too precious for this world. Holding up his own pinky, he curled it around hers, 'Promise,' .

The cat hero sigh in relief as the woman resulted back into her quirky happy self, giggling at every moving image out of the car window, a whole colorful fantasy displaying in her perspective.

It was when they reached their apartment door did she rushed into their home, already in the bathroom and puking her guts out. Adrien placed his lady's bags down and rushed to her aid, holding her slightly long midnight blue hair away from her face, allowing her to puke a bit more comfortably. Plagg and Tikki followed in with their holders, already reaching their makeshift bed, retiring for the night. It had been a long day.

By the time Marinette finished, she was already collapsing weakly into her kitty's arms, almost passing out. Adrien smile softly, flushing the toilet before assisting her to their room.

After a few years of living together, Adrien and Marinette were both comfortable enough to assist each other in intimate ways. The blond changed her into one of his shirts, as the woman always wore his whenever they went to bed, saying it's much more comfy than her other sleepwear.

As soon as he laid the beautiful girl down onto her side of the bead, Marinette had already curled up into the blankets, fully drifting off to sleep, a contented smile on her lips.

Adrien eyes softened at the beauty, placing a kiss onto her forehead, he went out to clean the place, before collapsing into their bed tiredly, wrapping the girl in his arms, his way of escaping a tired day from work, and an ever more tiring task of taking care of his bug, not that he was complaining though.

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Marinette moaned softly in her sleep, waking up from her slumber with a throbbing headache.

She recalled the wild night she and her friends had last night, and memories came flooding into her mind, including parts of blurry images of her emotional outbursts on her boyfriend.

Her blush intensified as she recollected memories of her suggestive words and gestures towards the cat hero, not noticing the blond that was cradling her so gently in his arms had begin stirring awake, soft green orbs observing his lady's current state.

'Morning milady, you were a mess last night,' he reminded, feeling rather mischievous on a Saturday morning. Marinette buried her face into his chest, 'Sorry kitty, I shouldn't have drank too much and cause you trouble,' she mumbled weakly, her voice muffled in his shirt.

Adrien chuckled, 'Trouble? Never princess, you were absolutely adorable last night, it's a shame I left my phone at home, I could have created a new album dedicated to your drunk self bugaboo!' he tapped her nose softly.

Marinette rolled her eyes, 'And your albums of Ladybug and Marinette aren't enough?' she recalled back to the hundreds or maybe even thousands of pictures of herself Adrien had saved in his phone and laptop.

'I can never have enough pictures of you princess. I know beautiful art when I see one, and you my darling, are absolutely ethereal,' his fingers resting on her bottom lip, brushing it softly, watching the woman's cheeks flushed a pink hue.

'Now come on sweetheart, what would you like for breakfast my princess?' Adrien sat up from bed, years of being part of the Dupain-Cheng family the man had learn to make simple dishes for his lady.

Marientte groaned as she felt a wave of dizziness washed into her head, muttering for caffeine and something sweet for her morning hunger.

Adrien rubbed the heroine's temple softly, connecting their lips together, Marinette mumbled a "thank you" as they separated, breathing in his scent in an attempt to soothe her pain.

Adrien could get used to drunk Marinette.

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extreme-technicality · 4 years ago

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i read ur entire ninjago post and now im lowkey invested,,, tell me abt ur daughter rumi

*evil laughter* yesssss, join meeeeee~~~

OKAY BUT MY EVIL DAUGHTER RUMI THO

She has like, fairly good motivations for Being Evil (as far as evil backstories go), and honestly if the writers had LET HER LIVE it could’ve been SO interesting, but I’m getting ahead of myself lmao. She was orphaned off-screen at the end of s1, and got adopted by the Ninjago Royal Family shortly after (why does ninjago have a royal family? who fucking cares lmao). BUT, she grew up hating the ninja because she blames them for her parents deaths. And since Garmadon was the one who actually killed the thing that killed her parents, he’s the only acceptable parental substitute in her mind. Basically, this poor girl has a lot of unprocessed grief and trauma and is coping as best she can - well, ish. She was actively choosing to manipulate literally everyone around her and attempting to bring back Lord Garmadon in his most evil form in order to enact her vengeance against the ninja specifically, but some people do that to COPE

And when I say she was manipulating everyone, I mean she was manipulating EVERYONE. Her parents, the staff, the other ninja - she played Lloyd like a fiddle at the start of s8, and the first hint we got was when she and Lloyd were having their heart-to-heart in s8e2(? I think). They were bonding over the stresses of their positions as leaders and the various masks they’ve had to wear and lay down, and Rumi mentions she has to spend most of her days in a mask. On the first watch, I took it at pretty much face value - she’s a princess, there’s a certain image and reputation she has to maintain, the mask she has to wear, and yeah maybe she likes girls instead of guys and that’s one more thing hidden under a mask, yknow? But once you find out that she’s SPEARHEADING the evil organization working to resurrect Garmadon, THAT CONVERSATION HAS SO MUCH MORE DEPTH!!!!! Honestly, the Rumi reveal is the best ninjago twist (imo) because it’s ASTONISHINGLY well-written!! There’s a few signs in the episodes leading up to the reveal, but they’re so subtle that unless you knew what you were looking for you wouldn’t see them!!!!!!! AND THEN THE DELIGHT ON HER FACE WHEN SHE COULD FINALLY SHED THE LAST OF HER MASKS AND WORK TO BRING GARMADON BACK AND HATE THE NINJA, LLOYD INCLUDED, OPENLY??? ABSOLUTELY UNMATCHED, MY BOY LLOYD WAS GETTING HIS HEART SHATTERED AND I FELT FOR HIM BUT ALSO SHE BECAME MY DAUGHTER IN THAT MOMENT AND SHE STILL IS

Also, there’s a lot about masks in the season - the monologuing from Rumi, plus the macguffins of the arc are three Oni masks: the Mask of Delusion, the Mask of Rage, and the Mask of Vengeance. The moment Rumi unmasks herself is also the moment she takes the Mask of Vengeance for herself, and if I had more brain power I would ABSOLUTELY analyze the FUCK out of that symbolism but I CANT RIGHT NOW AND AAAAAAAAAA

anyway lmao

Another thing I really liked was that Lloyd pointed out that she had a support network available to her, if she wanted it - doubtless the Emperor and Empress of ninjago could’ve gotten her therapy, she was in a stable environment, there were a NUMBER of people who loved and wanted to help her, but she CHOSE to stay rooted in her pain and trauma. She still deserved help!! But her ACTIONS were the problem, because she CHOSE those willingly, and the narrative points that out.

Regardless, she brings Garmadon back and he’s evil and heartless and they’re a perfect pair, honestly, he adopts her in a fashion during s9 and honestly it’s kinda sweet. I CRAVE fics where she lived and disappeared with her gf and Garmadon after s10 and they kinda fuck off for a bit, healing and becoming a Family (that does crime together on the weekend but shhhh) until Lloyd and the other ninja find them and go “oh hey ur our family too now, deal with it 😎”. UN FUCKING FORTUNATELY, she died and I’m high key mad about it!!!! Picture this: Lloyd and Garmadon are having another city-destroying fight, and Rumi goes “fuck this shit I’m OUT” and dips. She’s going through a building and comes across a family going through the exact same situation that resulted in her parents dying and her path to vengeance. She opts to save that family, and she gets a fucking BUILDING collapsed on her in thanks!!!! BRO OKAY LIKE I GET THE SYMBOLISM THEY WERE GOING FOR, BREAK THE CYCLE AND END VENGEANCE OR WHATEVER, BUT IT WOULDVE BEEN SO MUCH MORE POWERFUL IF SHE HAD SAVED THE PARENTS, THAT LITTLE GIRL, AND HERSELF IN THE PROCESS!!!! SHE GETS THEM OUT, IT LOOKS LIKE SHE DIED, TURNS UP AT THE END OF THE SEASON AND GOES TO THERAPY, SURVIVES S10 AND THEN FUCKS OFF WITH GARMADON TO REMEMBER HOW TO BE A FAMILY!!!!! IM GOING FERAL THINKING ABOUT WHAT RUMI COULDVE BEEN BRO!!!! SHE WAS ALREADY SO GOOD AND THEN THEY JUST!!! DROPPED HER!!!!!!!!!! AND I DONT THINK IM EVER GONNA NOT BE MAD ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY EVIL DAUGHTER DESERVED BETTER AND I WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ESPECIALLY since just about every season after she dies, there’s SOME reference to how hurt Lloyd is that she’s gone, or how badly she fucked him up, and basically just dragging out that fake forced romance longer than it kinda should’ve been dragged out. Literally none of that matters!!!! Or, it does, but not NEARLY as much as Rumi’s squandered potential matters!!!! And honestly I just think it would’ve been a much better dynamic if Lloyd and Rumi had gone from “hey I thought we were dating but you tried to kill me” and “I hate your fucking guts and blame you for the deaths of my parents :)” to “siblings who irritate the CRAP out of each other but are low key ride-or-die”. Let them be SIBLINGS for fucks SAKE

Oh I didn’t really talk about her gf did I?? Well one of Rumi’s underlings is a punk biker named UltraViolet and like, none of it was TEXT, but Rumi and UltraViolet DEFINITELY had something going on. I choose to interpret it as evil lesbians because I think it’s what they deserve, but that’s just me lmao (and I’m right)

Ooh no WAIT, UltraViolet got yeeted to prison post-s9, and honestly if Rumi has lived I think she would’ve faced the same fate (still, she needs therapy at SOME point), so in my personal canon the first thing Garmadon does after fucking off post-s10 is he busts Rumi and UV out of jail and then they like. Idk. Travel or something. Discover the meaning of family. Go to therapy together (how many times can I say therapy in a single post??? Let’s Find Out). Fucking LIVE dude, I just want them to be HAPPY

#technical talks #ask dadzawa #larry-the-demon #ninja hoe #thanks for asking and enabling me!!!! I’ve been DYING to get this out but like #it’s one of those things where I can’t organize shit unless I’m prompted by someone else first yknow?#deadass Rumi is my favorite character and I HATE that she’s dead dude TAT #in the interest of full honesty I saw u were asking about Rumi specifically and happy stimmed cuz tHANK YOU I LOVE HER AND I LOVE TALKING #ABOUT HER #anyway it’s 2:30am and I hve work tomorrow so I think I’m gonna call it a night

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taurusjaehyun · 6 years ago

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one of us // j.jh

♦Pairing: jaehyun x fem reader

♦Other Members/ Characters: Johnny, Lucas and Taeyong [mentioned]

♦Genre: smut, frat boy-play boy Jaehyun

♦Warnings: rough sex, smutttty smut, overstimulation, daddy kink, cum eating, oral sex (giving and receiving), breath play(?), choking on dique, minor anal, sub space(?), fingering and good ol’ penetration

♦Word count: 5,994

♦Story: Jung Jaehyun is infamous for being a man whore from the most famous frat in your uni with the most concentration of fuck boys. You’re Miss Congeniality, well-liked by everyone, from the Dean to the gardener of your uni, and a friend of all the cliques. Jung Jaehyun included.

Note: This was requested! Sex on a pool table with Jung Jaehyunzzz. Again, this isn’t proofread. Sorry hehe. Also I suck at summaries so u just gotta read it to know what it’s about skskss. Thank you and enjoy! I’d love to hear your thoughts on this! :) Talk to meeeeee chingoose~

Everyone knew Jung Jaehyun whored around. He’d show up with a new girl in his arms every other day but that didn’t stop the girls from coming onto him, even after he dumps them after he gets bored. Usually, a week would be a long one for him so after you had asked him out and somehow made him say yes, but no one had actually expected you to last more than 2 weeks with him. Even the guys in his frat were surprised too.

And now that you were going straight to the 2nd month of dating the infamous Jung Jaehyun, everyone looked at you differently. They treated you differently too. You used to blend into the background but now that you were amongst the likes of Jaehyun, you had changed your style and appearance to suit your new crowd. Your usual comfy boxy shirts, mom jeans and sneakers were replaced with spaghetti straps, miniskirts and heels.

And that was how you ended up in the basement of Jaehyun’s frat house, on your knees, sucking Jaehyun’s dick as he gripped the edge of the pool table behind him. The basement was strictly for frat members only as it was a game-slash-hang out room for the guys. The party upstairs was on full blast that you could still hear the heavy bass of the EDM song they were playing upstairs.

“That’s it,” he watches you with half lidded eyes as you slowly take his cock deeper down your throat, his hands on the back of your head, controlling your pace, “take it like the good girl you are.”

You whimper in panic as your throat tightens up around his head, making him moan but all you knew was you had to breathe. You squeeze his thighs, signaling to him that you couldn’t take him deeper but he doesn’t let go of your head, but instead pushes you closer, making his dick push deeper into you until a few inches of his cock was left uncovered.

You gag around his cock, hot tears flooding your ducts as you resort to banging your fists against his thighs. You close your eyes, gagging as the need for air kicks in again.

“Shit, y/n,” he hisses before he pulls off your head away from him, thick ropes of spit connecting his cock and your mouth trailing down your chin as you cough, gasping for air. “I just wanted to see how long you could hold your air, sweet cheeks.” He smirks as he breathes in the sight of you on your knees, eyes glossy, mouth swollen and hair disheveled.

You nod, fisting the material of your dress against your thigh. You couldn’t say you hated what he did. And you were too under his control to deny whatever he wanted to do with you. It was kind of the deal when you started dating him.

Without a word, he grabs the back of your head, using his other hand to fist his cock, leisurely jacking himself off. He pushes your head closer to his crotch and like an automatic response, you open your mouth, close your eyes and spread your tongue in the process so he could slide in easy.

You don’t feel the heaviness of cock in your tongue but on your top lip instead. He gives you a sweet smile, caressing your hair. “Close your mouth, sweetheart.” You follow his words and he drags the head of his cock on your lower lip, spreading his pre-cum mixed with your spit around like he was applying lipstick on you.

After he was done with your lips, he had started to caress your cheeks with the length of his cock. Your cheeks were wet and sticky now, messing your make up but he knew you loved it when he did that. He was biting his lips and you knew he was breathing shallow by the way his chest was moving with every breath he took.

You could feel your arousal running down your inner thighs and you were so sure that the pretty lilac silk panties you wore for him were ruined. But you didn’t care because he’d take it off anyways.

“Pretty,” he says and you give him a smile, your heart fluttering at his simple words. “I really wanna see how long you can hold your breath, angel. You can hold out longer than earlier, right? I know you can.”

“I can! I can, Jaehyun! I can!” You exclaim with a little too much excitement. He loved to put you to your limit sometimes. And you loved it. Completely.

“Prove it, baby.” He smiles lazily, pushing the hair out of your face with his dry hand. You use your hand to lead his cock to your mouth and slowly ease it inside your mouth until the tip reached your throat, making him hiss. “You’re such a pretty girl, y/n. So pure yet so bold.” He observes, caressing your cheek gently with his knuckles, as if you were a fragile doll.

You start bobbing your head slowly, pulling back until his tip was left in your mouth and pushing forward until his tip reached the back of your throat, making you gag a little every time. He loved how you looked up at him with those innocent eyes but take in the whole of his cock. He wasn’t an easy length to take it and all the girls knew. That was also one of the things he was famous for.

You knew that fact as well and had the shock of your life when you first saw it. Jaehyun thought it was amazing how hard you worked for him, giddy when he had told you that you took him so well unlike the other girls. Shallow as that may sound, you didn’t want to be another notch on Jung Jaehyun’s belt. You wanted to be remembered and you’d take the title of the only one who could take his whole cock in.

Jaehyun visibly shivered when you licked the underside of his cock as you kept him down your throat, hands palming his balls. “Shit, shit,” he groaned, biting his lips. He watches you as you unsheathe his cock out of your mouth and use your left hand, jacking him off and lifting his dick. You duck your head, going lower and started sucking on his balls, balancing yourself with your your free hand on his hips.

“God, you’re so good at this,” he chuckles, breathing growing shallow with every swipe of your tongue on the sensitive skin of his balls. You let go of his hip and start fondling his balls, making him grunt deeply. You loved hearing his sounds and the mere thought of you making him feel THIS good was enough for you to get yourself horny. You loved serving him in any way you could.

“Show me how long you can hold your breath, baby,” he purrs, looking at you with his half lidded, lust blown eyes. He was petting your head gently as if he was telling you how such a good girl you were for him.

You let go of his nut with a pop, making him inhale sharply as you gently blow air on it, sending shivers up his spine. You lock your eyes with him as you level the head of his cock on your mouth, taking a deep breath in the process.

Slowly, you push your head forward, his hot and velvety cock sliding down your tongue and eventually the tip reaching your throat, making you slow down a bit, relaxing yourself as you feel your eyes prickle with tears. You close your eyes, taking in little breaths through your nose to calm yourself further. You squeeze your thumb in your fist tight, helping with the gagging as proven from times before.

“Take your time, sweetheart,” he whispers, loving the warmth and texture your mouth offered for him. You were so, so good for him and he couldn’t ask for more.

Once you find yourself relaxed and ready to take on more of his length, you push your head forward. Slowly but surely. It wasn’t easy though. It never is easy even though you’ve done it more times you could count. You close your eyes tightly as you push yourself one last time, taking the whole of his cock down your throat until your nose was squished against his belly, your top lip prickled by his trimmed pubes.

Jaehyun starts to count, slowly, much to your dismay but you focus on holding your breath, clearing your mind and trying to relax as you close your eyes. You didn’t feel the hot tears sliding down your cheeks until you felt Jaehyun brush them away with his thumbs, echoes of what sounds like his voice telling you how much of a good girl you were or something like that. You didn’t know.

Jaehyun took the sign of your eyes fluttering and your throat closing up tighter around him as a sign that you were losing hold of your air. “Fuck, shit,” he pushes your head back, hands cradling your head as the separation of his cock from your mouth produced a loud, filthy, wet squelch.

You find yourself sitting on the floor, hand clutching your barely covered chest as you cough, sputtering, as strings of spit escape your mouth as you gasp for air. You didn’t know how long you were holding your breath but the pain in your chest and your light headedness gave you an idea that you held it pretty long.

“H-how long?” You ask shakily, trying to restore the breath in your lungs by taking in big breaths.

Jaehyun smirks and chuckles, “I lost count after 12, to be honest. Maybe we should use a timer next time, yeah?” He teases you and you roll your eyes at him, making him release his big, belly laugh. The basement used to be a shelter and the walls were bouncy so his laugh resounded through the room. “You good?”

You nod, finding yourself smiling as he laughed. His laughter was one of the things you adored about him. You look up at him, as he sat, perched on the edge of the pool table. His shirt was lifted up, giving you a peek of his tight stomach, the front of his jeans and boxers pushed down and his cock—hard, red and leaking, was on full display.

“How about you let me fuck your mouth and I’ll give you a reward after?” He asks, the playfulness overtaken by mischievousness and lust in his voice.

Your breathing was back to normal now, despite the slight ache in your throat but you decided that would be dealt with tomorrow. “Ok,” you nod as you get on your knees again and sit upright as he get down from the table, spreading his legs comfortably.

Soon, his cock was inside your mouth again as he thrusts shallowly and slowly, setting up his pace and giving you preparation before he went crazy on you. Once again, his hands were cradling your head to keep your head anchored and your arms looped around his thighs.

This was one of the handful times where you actually take in the whole of his length so he was gonna take advantage of the stretch he gave you tonight and fuck your face for all your worth.

“Damn, y/n. I fucking love your mouth,” he moans, bucking his hips, watching half of his length get swallowed by your mouth. “When you’re presenting in class,” thrust. “When you’re annoying me and nagging like Doyoung hyung,” thrust. “And especially when you let me fuck your mouth like this.” He chuckles as he looks up at the roof and closes his eyes, feeling the familiar heat pooling in his belly.

He snaps his hips faster, depth perception off as he chases for his orgasm. You gag with every snap of his hips, knowing full well he was deep into pleasure to know he was giving you more cock than he should have.

With a loud grunt and whine, Jaehyun finally cums, leaving his hot cum at the back of your tongue, letting it spurt out until it filled your mouth. He pulls back, watching as the warm, salty liquid escapes the crevices of your mouth and spills down your chin, covering the trails of dried spit on your chin.

Using your finger, you scoop the dripping cum from your chin and into your mouth again, sucking on your finger.

“You’re so hot,” he speaks, dazed at your actions. “Don’t swallow it yet. Just keep it there.”

You keep your mouth open, despite the ache in your jaw as you gave him a nod, careful not to let the cum spill out.

He pulls you up to your feet and you almost lose your balance as you’ve been kneeling on the floor longer than you’d like to admit. He spins you, with you now pressed against the pool table, eyeing your disheveled but stunning appearance. Your eyes were half lidded, face matted with dried spit and tears, lips sore and red, mouth full of his milky cum and neck littered with blooming hickies down to your chest. The straps of your dress draped down your shoulders, exposing your breasts with more hickies and sore nipples from him sucking on it earlier. You were beautiful. So beautiful. He couldn’t wait to see you fucked out and delirious for him.

Jaehyun pulls up the ends of your dress, letting him see your silk underwear and the dripping wetness down your inner thighs. You were so horny that you could feel your pussy throbbing. “Don’t let my cum drip or I won’t let you cum,” he warns before he kisses your neck, then down to your breasts ad he slips his hand down your underwear, making you sigh in relief as his fingers finally touched your tingling clit.

He sucks on your nipple as he slowly rubs on your clit, making you buck and whine, but he continues to rub on it, gauging your reaction. You grab onto his shoulders as he moves onto the other nipple, sucking with same intensity while his fingers move deeper, his middle finger tracing your wet slit. “You’re fucking soaking, y/n.”

You tried to speak but it ends up being a gargling sound so you close your mouth instead and buck your hips, trying to grind yourself against his fingers. He always said he wasn’t cruel so he pulls off from your nipples and pulls down your underwear until they were down the floor. He helps you step out of them and spreads your legs slightly for easier access.

Right away, his mouth finds itself attached to your nipples and his fingers inside you, sliding in easy with your excessive wetness. His pace was slow and gentle, scissoring his fingers inside of you to prepare you as if his dick hasn’t been inside you. He took preparation very seriously, especially with his size.

He adds another finger, pressing kisses against your sore nipples before he moves down, giving your stomach open mouthed kisses that leaves a trail of warmth inside of you. In the short time you’ve been together, you fairly got to know each other’s body, especially him. He was a very attentive lover and he even discovered new places you never thought would bring you pleasure.

Jaehyun lifts your left leg with his left hand, propping it up on the top of the pool table as he gets on his knees in front of you, fingers never stopping on fucking you. He looks up at your pussy, all exposed for him, and the stretch of your leg propped up gave him a pretty good view of your hole being fucked open by his fingers.

“Beautiful,” he whispers as he watches his 3 fingers disappear inside your cunt and come out with your juices as he uses the tips of his fingers with his free hand to spread your pussy lips, giving him a full view of your pink pussy and stuffed hole. He uses his thumb to rub at your clit upwards, like he was tickling it and eventually, gently flicking at it. The pleasure you were feeling was starting to be unbearable but frustrating as he was purposely missing the spot that made you see stars just to tease you.

You pant, looking at the beautiful man kneeling in front of you and in between your legs, watching your pussy like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. You grunt as you buck your hips, trying to take him deeper and try to let his finger brush on your spot but to no avail. He pushes down on your belly, locking you against the table and him, with no space to move.

Despite him missing your sweet spot, your orgasm quickly comes, aided by his constant torturous rubbing on your clit with his thumb that has you moaning and whining. You feel your legs trembling as the pleasure surges through your body but suddenly his mouth is on your clit, sucking and gliding his tongue on it and his fingers prod at your sweet spot, making you squeal as your orgasm takes over your body.

You clutch on his hair as your eyes roll back at the pleasure he’s giving you but he doesn’t stop. Not even when your orgasm has subsided and you’re twitching in overstimulation. He stands up again but his fingers never stop and you can’t do anything but grab onto the edge of the pool table behind you. Your legs shake violently than before that your knees buckle, making you lose your balance. He catches you with his left arm around your waist and his fingers now deeper inside your spasming walls as you cum again for him.

He pulls his fingers out of you and carries you up the pool table, your sensitive pussy grazing against the felt texture of the table, making you whine. He kisses you, shoving his tongue down your throat and swiping for a taste of his cum that you had unknowingly swallowed in the bouts of your earlier orgasm. He licks at your chin, drinking in whatever was left of his cum that dripped down earlier and capturing your mouth again with his.

You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as the two of you engage in a hungry, passionate and almost primal kiss that takes your breath away. The thing about Jaehyun is, he kisses you like it’s the last time he’s kissing you. It’s raw and it makes you feel lightheaded.

You both pull away, both out of breath, foreheads sticking to each other, eyes locked. He looks down, pulling your ass to the edge of the table as he slips inside of you without a word as you release a long moan as the rest of his length enters you. The height of the table was just perfect, with your crotches on the same level because of his tall height.

He sighs in pleasure when he bottoms out inside you, burying his face into your neck as you pull him close with your arms, planting lazy kisses on his cheek. He lifts your legs and hangs them on the bend of arms as he holds onto your hips.

“Fuck me now, Jae. Fuck me,” you whimper against his ear and he wastes no time and slowly pulls out his cock from inside you until you were left with the tip and pushes into you again, the motion easy because of your wetness. “Oh, baby,” you moan as he starts moving, still slowly, letting you get used to his length as if you’ve never been stuffed full of it. “S-so big.” You moan as he slowly builds up the pace.

“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart.” He whispers against your cheek, breathing out loud with every snap of his hips against yours. “Your pussy is fucking amazing, y/n.” He groans.You bite your lips as he purposely avoids your g-spit, grazing it just a little bit. You were still so sensitive from your previous orgasm that you could feel the very shape of his cock, down to the veins wrapping around it and how it throbbed when it was inside you. It felt too good to be stuffed full of his cock.

“God, how come your pussy’s still so fucking tight even after all the times I’ve fucked you?” He grins as he steadily thrusts his hips up to yours, watching your tits shake with the sheer force of his fucking into you.

You grab his face, cupping his cheeks as you look into his eyes, but failing to keep focus in his because of the way your eyes would involuntarily roll back with every good thrusts he gives you. “Oh, fuck, fuck,” you grit as you throw your head back.

He chuckles at your reaction then leans forward to kiss your neck, nipping at your sweet spot as he wraps your legs around his hips and pulls you closer to him, allowing him to thrust deeper in to you if it was possible.

You bury your head into his shoulder, closing your eyes as you let your body experience the pure pleasure he was giving you with every thrust of his hips against yours. However, it wasn’t enough. You pull him into a kiss again, sloppy with spit and teeth clashing. You pull away from him, breathless as you pull him close, your foreheads touching.

Jaehyun keeps his eyes locked on you, with his hips never faltering. Being in you felt like heaven. He loved the way your eyes were half lidded and full blown with lust that mirrored his. He wanted you. Always.

The first time you came up to him, he was surprised because people like you kept away from people of the likes of him. You were well liked by people, even the professors and you seemed like a decent person, totally different from the snakes that were in your uni. You were a breath of fresh air. That’s why he was surprised when you confessed you had liked him ever since you met him at freshman orientation. You knew him before he became the Jaehyun he is now. And you still looked and treated him the same with no judgment in your eyes, but rather growing affection.

You were so different. His frat brothers always knew he looked at you differently so they were happy for him when the news of you and Jaehyun broke out in the uni. Taeyong had always insisted you’d be the one to change him and it was true. You were lasting longer than the other girls, he was loyal to you, he kept his promises with you. He probably loved you too. Probably.

You peck his lips, “fuck me harder, Jaehyun. Please.” Jaehyun snaps his hips faster and harder against yours, that you had to hold onto him to keep yourself in place for him. “Harder, please. Harder, baby.”

The thing about you too, is, you could take him and more. That was an added bonus for him. He pulls out of you, making you whine. “Climb up on the table and get on all fours, y/n.” To the people around you, you were sweet, so head strong but with him, you were such a submissive little slut.

You immediately listen to him, and move to the center of the pool table and get on all fours, your ass and pussy on full display for him. Jaehyun gets on the table and kneels behind you, head diving in your folds, tongue licking up in your hole as his hands knead your ass cheeks, smacking the supple flesh.

You moan, burying your face into your hands, almost crying with the way his big hands landed on your bare ass, creating a loud slapping sound that resonated in the room. It was so painful but it added to the pleasure of the way he was tongue fucking all the while.

You feel Jaehyun’s tongue making its way out of your hole and around your lips and eventually on your clit, which he sucks fervently, making you hiss when he grazes his teeth against it. “Jaehyun! No!” You groan when he pulls off of you. “Eat me out, Jae. Please!” You exclaim, pleading as you steady yourself with your arms, looking back at him.

“Be quiet. You don’t wanna hear the people in the party know how you’re being a slut for me, right?” He asks. You swallow, making a noise of agreement. He leans forward, covering your body as his hands wrap around your belly. “Daddy will give you what you want if you’re good, ok? Are you gonna be a good little whore for daddy?” He whispered against your ear as his hands travelled from your waist to your breasts. “Use your words, baby.”

Daddy. Fuck. It was one of the kinks you actively played with him. He was surprised when you had revealed you were heavily into it and he had told you he hadn’t expected for someone like you to be into it. “Y-yes, daddy. I’ll be your good whore.” You could feel his throbbing cock against your wet sex and you wanted nothing but to have it inside you. But you knew once your play had started, you couldn’t ask for anything easily.

He gets up on his knees again and plunges 3 of his fingers in your pussy with no word, surprising you. He immediately fucks you with his fingers hard and fast that you fall forward, face landing on your forearms as he uses his other hand to rub at your clit, fingers never stopping.

“You can’t cum until I say so,” he smiles, planting open mouthed kisses on the sore spots on your ass. You twitch at the contact and your pussy contracts around him.

You bite down on your lower lips, chest heaving as you feel the familiar heat filling your being. You were about to cum. The way he was fucking you open with his fingers and the way he was playing with your clit was so good that you almost feel yourself slipping and giving into the release but you try to hold it in, tears blurring your vision as every second you try to hold it in, the more it gets harder.

Finally, he pulls his fingers out of you and lets go of your clit. You slump down the pool table, sobbing as you hold onto your hair, tugging. You were so fucking frustrated that you hadn’t cum but he made you feel so good that you had no other reaction but to cry and sob loudly.

Jaehyun’s hand lands on your ass again and you whine loudly, still sore from the earlier spanking he gave you. Your ass automatically thrust up at the impact. He caresses the curve of your ass and kneads, now using both hands on both cheeks and you moan, low. He was pressing down on you hard that your sensitive nipples would graze the felt material of the pool table, sending shocks up your spine.

“What do you want, y/n?” Jaehyun asks, spreading your ass cheeks, revealing your tight asshole, wet by your juices. “Should I fuck you here again?” He asks, sucking on his thumb and spitting on your hole before he uses his thumb to spread the spit around your tight hole and eventually, slowly entering his thumb.

“I want you to fuck me, please. Just fuck me.” Your breath hitches with every word. Last night, he had fucked your ass. Hard. And you were still stretched, so you didn’t know why he was being so careful with your ass when he had fucked you up so well there so many times before. At this point, you didn’t care. You just wanted him inside you. Any hole would do as long as he used you and filled you. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Jaehyun lifts up your hips, and rubs the head of his cock against your slit, covering his cock with your wetness. He spreads your ass cheeks, spits on your gape and you groan as the head of his cock bumps against your tight entrance. Slowly, he pushes in and you whine, clutching on anything you could hold on to.

Jaehyun knew you weren’t prepped because despite the fact you were still a bit stretched, it would be a pain for you because of his size. As soon as his head was inside, he chuckles, watching how your hole had expanded to take his size. It was amazing. “You’re amazing, baby. You’re so good for me.” He smiles, wiping the sweat that covered the smooth skin of your back.

You whine as he pushes into you, a few inches now buried in you but still a long way to go if he were to bottom out. You try to calm yourself down but the way he stretched you made you gasp for air. “Nggghh, daddy,” you breathe out. “You... you’re... so b-big.”

He grabs the back of your head, and pushes your face down the table, his hand holding you down as he pulls up your ass to the air, cock still inside you. You bite your lip and groan as his cock barely inches forward inside you again. “How about you cum before I fuck you?”

You try to nod but he’s literally holding you down so you could only say yes with your eyes. You lick your dried lips as he starts playing with your clit, just sloppily rubbing on it, as if he wasn’t really trying to please you. You needed more to cum but you’d take everything at this point.

“More?” He asks lazily and you try to nod again. “Ok,” he immediately plunges the same the fingers he used on you earlier and fucks you fast and hard with it, purposely hitting your sweet spot with ever thrust and curl of his long fingers. Jaehyun watches the way your brows furrowed and how the surface below your face had a small puddle of spit and tears.

Jaehyun loved the way you looked so confident and so unassuming with everyone and he also loved the way you were so desperate and fucked out under him. Like you were under the spell of his cock in you. He loved it so much.

“If you don’t cum now then I won’t let you cum after this.” He whispers against your ear, crushing your body with his.

You focus on the pleasure of his fingers fucking you hard and fast, and the way your nipples grazed the pool table with every shift of your body. You were there. Just a little more. Suddenly, Jaehyun starts to fuck into your ass, but never going deeper. Just shallow thrusts, careful, so you don’t get hurt.

You cum with a shriek, your ass and pussy tightening around him as your whole body trembles. “Fuck! Fuck!” He pulled out his fingers out of you and pulled off his dick from your ass as soon as you had hit your high.

He finally lets go of his heavy hand on your head that held you down earlier. “Good?” He asks as he holds your hips in his hands, lifting it up in position so he could fuck you easy.

“Yes, thank you!” You sob, feeling the tears running down the bridge of your nose. He hadn’t gave you time to rest before he slipped his dick into your still throbbing pussy, bottoming out in one thrust.

He wastes no time and immediately fucks you, snapping his hips in a brutal pace, knocking the breath out of your lungs. You had just orgasmed and you barely had time to process everything but you just knew you were being plowed, going higher and higher than before.

The music booming from upstairs was long forgotten. You couldn’t even hear yourself or Jaehyun. You didn’t know your moans had turned to borderline cries and sobs of pleasure and that you were full on crying, just from how good he was giving it you. You couldn’t hear the loud slapping of skin against skin that almost drowned out the bass of the music upstairs and resonated in the room. You couldn’t feel the soreness of your nipples and the pain on your knees for being on it for long. Your head was clouded with so much lust and pleasure that you couldn’t feel your anything except for the brutal fucking your pussy was receiving and the pleasure it brought.

Jaehyun slumped over you, hands wrapping around your waist as he fucks into you, faster and hard than before. He knew you were delirious right now as he was hearing the elongated moans that you subconsciously did when you were in deep, deep pleasure. He loved it and would love to keep you in your high but he just wanted to finally reach his long awaited orgasm. He had given you enough good orgasms so he was dead set on chasing his.

Jaehyun kept his brutal pace as he grabbed on your breasts, massaging it as he used his finger to tweak and pull at your nipples. He kissed your nape, your head and anything that his lips could reach in his position. He was almost coming and he knew you were too.mHe used his free hand to reach down between your thighs and caught your clit with his fingers, rubbing at your slippery nub, making you squeal and tighten around him. He bit his lip as he pushed more into you, now regulating the way he was rubbing at your sensitive clit.

Your thighs start shaking, destabilizing your position, making you drop your hips, with Jaehyun falling with you so his dick went deeper into you at the force and you scream, cumming. The way your pussy was spasming and clutching on his cock which triggered his own orgasm.

Jaehyun groaned as he rode out his orgasm, still thrusting into you, emptying his cum deep inside your pussy. At this point, you were lying on the pool table, boneless, head flying. You couldn’t see clearly and there was this ringing in your ear that wouldn’t seem to leave. You were exhausted, physically but you’ve never felt better. It was like you were so drunk with pleasure.

Jaehyun pulled out and you groan at the feeling of loss. Your pussy clamps at nothing, and out comes his milky cum at the motion. But before it could drip to the ruined felt of the pool table, he catches it with two of his fingers, and dips it inside you, swirling his fingers and spreading his cum on your walls.

He then brings his cum covered fingers to your face, pressing his fingers in your open mouth which was gasping for air. You take it in, as an automatic reaction and lick and suck at his fingers until there wasn’t cum anymore but not that you’d know as you were still deep in your high.

When you finally come back down, you were still on the pool table but your cunt had been wiped clean and your dress had been fixed, but the rest of you screamed that you had just been fucked. Your nipples were painfully sore, as was your pussy. You turn and find Jaehyun who was sitting on the couch facing the pool table, on his phone and smoking.

Jaehyun notices you’re awake and then walks over to you, a beautiful smile adorning his gorgeous face. “So how about round 2 in my room?”

The next day, you and Jaehyun, still deep in sleep, don’t hear Johnny’s screaming about killing whoever had left cum stains on the new pool table their frat had acquired. Poor Lucas was blamed instead.

#jaehyun #Jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun #johnny #taeyong #lucas #yukhei #nct smut #nct fanfic #Jaehyun au #Jaehyun x reader #Jaehyun fanfic #Jaehyun scenario #jeahyun imagines #nct fic uwu #requested

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The dreaded Hufflepuff get together

A small story about Nonie dragging Merula to her friends new years get together.

Big thanks to @debhakemiillustrations for letting me include her MC Debbie, it’s always fun to put her and Nonie them into situations together.

Happy new year everyone!

It was a tradition that had started in their third year of Hogwarts, when they had all stayed behind at the castle over winter break.

“Do we really have to go to that stupid new years get together?” Merula groaned.

Nonie and her were getting ready to head to Rowan and Barnaby’s house for new year’s. The Hufflepuff girls were spending the night together like they had every year in the last ten years.

And as always, Merula was invited as well.

“Don’t mope. It’s one night of the year.” Nonie said, trying to tie her hair up into a bun that looked at least half-decent. “And we have this talk every year. You always complain, but then you end up enjoying yourself.”

Of course, Merula denied that. She would never have fun at their silly gatherings. Then she looked at her girlfriend again, that was still struggling with her hair. “Urgh I can’t watch this. Let me…”

She did it for her. “There. You really are like a child sometimes.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And then, while starting to put on Make-up, she complained again, asking why she even needed to go in the first place. She wasn’t a Hufflepuff after all.

Nonie shook her head. “You know exactly why. It’s tradition! And if I remember right, when we first started this, you were thrilled to be invited…”

Merula pouted. “I was… desperate…”

Nonie had to laugh, thinking back on what happened so many years ago…

“Do we have everything?” Nonie asked, looking around the astronomy tower. This was where they had decided to spend new years. Here they could watch the Stars, and later the fireworks that would be going off over Hogsmeade.

So they had made the classroom comfortable, putting big fluffy pillows everywhere, and also distributing candles.

Tonks had brought some sparklers she had left over from a prank, and Chiara and Penny had made cookies.

“We should have everything indeed…” Rowan said, with a smile.

They had made their preparations in the morning, so that all would be done in the evening.

The Hufflepuff girls agreed to meet back here once it got dark, and everyone left to do other things until then.

She had just curled up on the chair and started reading, also listening to music on her tape player, when suddenly out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone standing next to her.

Nonie went to the library. She loved it here at this time of year. Not many students had stayed in the castle, so it was very empty and quiet.

With a smile she picked a book, and went to sit in her favourite place, a cosy chair in the back, hidden behind many rows of bookshelves.

She screamed, almost falling out of the chair.

It was Merula.

“Why do people enjoy sneaking up on me this much????” Nonie asked, taking of her headphones. “Merula, what do you want? I don’t really want to fight today. It’s Silvester.”

Merula gave her a weird look. “Silvester? It’s called new years, you idiot.”

Nonie sighed. “Just tell me what you want.”

And suddenly, Merula seemed to get oddly embarrassed. “I just… wanted to ask you if…”

A little confused Nonie looked at her. She had never seen Merula like this.

“It’s nothing.” She suddenly said, turned around and walked away.

Even more confused, Nonie watched as she walked away.

Sometimes, instead of being insulting, Merula just did weird things.

With a shrug, Nonie went back to reading her book.

It wasn’t a tradition to eat them at midnight in her family, but it was in many other German households. She had just wanted to contribute something to their little party, and this had been the best thing she could think of. So she got to it, trying to follow the recipe her Mum had send her as closely as possible, and tried not to make enough of a mess that the house elves would kick her out.

A little later Nonie snuck into the kitchen. She wanted to prepare something special for the get together later.

She wanted to try to make Berliner. (basically a doughnut without a hole, that is filled with jam)

After a while, Debbie walked in and offered to help her.

Nonie happily accepted the offer, because she felt like she was in a little over her head here. She wasn’t the best at cooking and baking but had really wanted to give this a shot. But the help was well needed, as she really had some trouble. The first batch she had made were still doughy on the inside, while being almost burned on the outside.

Luckily, together they managed to figure it out. The next one looked much better, so they started to fill them.

“Thank you for the help.” Nonie said, with a smile. “I was about to throw in the towel.”

Debbie laughed. “No problem, it was fun. Except for when I burned myself, but it’s fine.”

They finished up the Berliner, and were about to leave the kitchen, when they ran into Merula.

“Are you following me?” Nonie asked, a little concerned.

Merula shook her head and seemed to want to say something again. “No, I- I- I would never follow you around! Why would I follow someone like you? I’m the most powerful witch at Hogwarts, I can’t associate with you.”

None looked at her, raising her eyebrows. “Alright then. See you, Merula.”

Merula kept walking.

“Do you think she might want to spend new years with us?” Debbie deduced.

Nonie looked after Merula. “Do you think so?”

She nodded. “Yes, I do. She is the only one in her group that stayed at the castle over the holidays. Maybe she is lonely.”

“Hm…” Nonie said. “Maybe you are right… I’ll see you in the astronomy tower later, I need to investigate…”

Debbie laughed. “Yes, see you later. Good luck.”

It had almost gotten dark when Nonie approached Merula in the courtyard. She was sitting on the bench between the statues, staring into the sky.

“Merula?” she asked.

The witch flinched, turning around to face her.

Nonie grinned. That was payback…

“What do you want, Star?” Merula snarled. “Can you get out of my hair? I was enjoying the quiet.”

Nonie rolled her eyes. “If you want to spend new years with my friends and I, you just need to ask.”

Merula blushed. “I don’t want to…”

Nonie laughed. “Come on, it’s alright. Tomorrow we can go back to hating each other, but you shouldn’t be alone for new years.”

She grabbed her hand and dragged her along.

Merula tried to struggle, but in the end just accepted it. Her face was bright red in embarrassment.

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The other Hufflepuff girls were a bit confused when Nonie arrived with Merula in tow, but quickly accepted it. Merula felt quite awkward at first, but then started to enjoy herself.

And while watching the fireworks, Merula had whispered quiet “Thank you.” To Nonie. But it was quickly followed up by: “Don’t expect me to ever say that again.”

Nonie had to laugh, thinking of the memory. “I still don’t get why you didn’t just ask.”

And even now, Merula blushed. “I… fine, it’s been so many years that I can say this without it being embarrassing. I didn’t want to spend new years eve with you and your stupid friends… I wanted to spend it with you. But I was too proud to admit it. Even after we started dating.

And with a last roll of her eyes, Merula let it happen… because even though she always moped and complained, she had to admit that these Hufflepuff get together’s were at least sort of funny…

Now Nonie just laughed even more. “Mer, sometimes you are just… I love you. That’s so sweet.”

Merula turned her face away. “Now that that’s out, can we skip that stupid get together?”

And just like back then, Nonie grabbed her hand pulling her along. “We are going. You are not getting out of this.”

Merula sighed. “Why meeeeee…. I hate you.”

“I’m aware. You say that every year.” Her girlfriend said. “But that won’t get you out of it either.”

#hphm #Jacobs sibling #merula snyde #jacob's sibling x merula #new year #Hufflepuff #hogwarts mystery

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that-curly-haired-lesbian · 6 years ago

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The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo + Taylor Swift: a master post - Part 6/6

Hi guys, welcome to the final part of my masterpost regarding parallels between Taylor Swift and Evelyn Hugo, the fictional actress from the book The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo by author Taylor Jenkins Reid!

Before proceeding please be aware that there will be

**MAJOR SPOILERS**

for the book ahead and please also read my disclaimer!

It’s very important that you read these in order so if you haven’t yet go ahead and check out the previous part right here, thank you and enjoy!

When Evelyn starts telling us about beard #6 she reveals that they got married in Joshua Tree (Pg. 295) which is you know, an actual place and all, but my first reaction was (perhaps understandably given this context)

“You got married WHERE, now?!” and then it took me quite a while to stop laughing and honestly, this is kind of too hilarious not to include!

Evelyn also points out on that same page that she wore an ocean-blue dress for the ceremony.

Though Max Girard (beard #6 and legit husband #2) initially starts out as a non-bearding situation (in a desperate attempt to get over Celia) it soon becomes clear that Max doesn’t love Evelyn, he loves Evelyn Hugo™ He loves the idea of her more than the actual person, he loves the famous persona. Evelyn says:

“I didn’t know how to tell him that I loved her too, but I wasn’t her.” (Pg. 298)

This is that age-old debate of Taylor vs. Taylor Swift™. The two are not the same person and sometimes it feels like (het in particular) fans have as hard a time as Max to make that distinction.

Taylor Swift the public persona isn’t Taylor Swift the person and that is perhaps the most true when it comes to Taylor’s actual love life vs. her fabricated one. There might not be a single fact more important to come to terms with in order to understand Gaylor Swift (and her reasons for being closeted) than that simple one. If you feel lost here, please go read this again!

“When you’re known for being gorgeous, you can’ not imagine a faith worse than standing next to someone and falling short.” (Pg. 299)

And all the young things line up to take your place

In a letter to Celia:

“I hope you will forgive me for being so blunt, but how did we make such a mess of it all?” (Pg. 301)

Oh, we made quite a mess, babe

After years of being separated (yet again) Evelyn finally calls Celia and when they discuss the possibility of getting back together without having to hide Evelyn points out that:

“Everything has changed”

And as proof of this change she brings up the fact that Elton John is now proudly out (this part of her story is set in the late 80’s) to which Celia counters with:

“’Elton John doesn’t have a child and a career based on audiences believing he’s a straight man.” (Pg. 303)

Taylor may not have a kid, but she most certainly has a career based on audiences believing she’s a straight woman and that must be freaking terrifying!!

During that phone call Evelyn explains that she never stopped loving Celia and when Celia questions this by pointing out that Evelyn (in a non-bearding way) got married to someone else Evelyn explains:

“’I married him because he helped me forget you,’ I said, “not because I stopped loving you’” (Pg. 304)

He will try to take away my pain And he just might make me smile But the whole time I'm wishin' he was you instead

During a dinner following the phone conversation Evelyn tells Celia:

“I spent my life hiding so no one would knock me off the mountain. Well, you know what? I’m done hiding. Let them come and get me. They can throw me down a well as far as I’m concerned.” (Pg. 313)

When Celia questions if Evelyn really means that Evelyn assures her that she does.

“Any other line of thinking…It’s how I lost you. I don’t want to lose anymore.”

HELL YEAH, EVELYN IS DONE HIDING!! Also, the “I don’t want to lose anymore”-line reminds me of:

Us traitors never win

And what I said about that line in my analysis of Getaway Car:

What she says I think is that people who pick their career over their love life won’t end up being happy, or “winning” at life in the long-run.

When Celia has made absolutely sure that Evelyn is truly ready to give it all up for her this time she suggests that they move to Spain together, she says she wants to spend her final years:

“On a beautiful beach. With the love of a good woman.” (Pg. 314)

Drinkin' on a beach with you all over me

When Evelyn leaves her sixth husband for Celia he is pissed off and threatens to out her and he does, to untrustworthy magazines and anyone who will listen. (No one believes him, but still) (Pg. 319)

The whole divorce is very bitter and the bitterness of it all kind of reminded me of one of Taylor’s particularly bad bearding situations. But when Max goes so far as to basically say he made Evelyn’s career an even worse taste was left in my mouth……………..

In a conversation with Evelyn about their differing degrees of fame Harry says the following:

“I’m only famous because you’re famous, Ev. They don’t care about me or what I’m doing unless it somehow relates to you.” (Pg. 321)

Here we once again have bearding 101, but also it reminded me of someone…

On page 325 Evelyn refers to Harry as:

“My best friend, my family.”

And while this is obviously said platonically between those two it nonetheless made me think of something that I’m honestly still not over Taylor saying about Karlie!!

Towards the end of her career Evelyn meets a young man named Nick, he wants to be an actor and asks Evelyn for advice. She bitterly considers telling him:

“You have to be willing to deny your heritage, to commodify your body, to lie to good people, to sacrifice who you love in the name of what people will think, and to choose the false version of yourself time and time again, until you forget who you started out as or why you started doing it to begin with.” (Pg. 326) (x)

Evelyn’s friend (and beard) Harry dies tragically in a car accident in 1989

While Taylor has always used the motif of cars/car rides in her music there are A LOT of car mentions on 1989, an album many het Swifties seem to believe to be about Harry Styles, interesting…

After Harry’s death Evelyn and Celia move to Spain together and out of the spotlight they finally get to openly be together and Evelyn “chose the rose garden over Madison Square” if you will and she was extremely happy. About her relationship with Celia during that time she says:

“I cherished every moment we had to ourselves, every second I spent with my arms around her.” (Pg. 344)

When I get you alone it’s so simple

I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets

Evelyn describes her seventh husband and last beard (Celia’s brother) as so charming that most other women were:

“Enchanted by him” (Pg.344)

Oddly specific word choice!

As happy as Celia and Evelyn were at this point in their lives something was hanging over them, Celia was sick and dying. Evelyn tells Monique that when Celia promised Evelyn she’d never leave her again:

“We both knew she was making a promise she couldn’t keep.” (Pg. 346)

Brokeeeeee the sweetest promISEEE that you neverrrrr should have MADEEE

Listen to that you guys, that’s my goddamn heart breaking!!!

CELIA AND EVELYN’S WEDDING SCENE (pg. 347-349) IS SUPER SWEET!!!!!! A fun little detail is that New York (which is as we’ve previously established significant to the Kaylor relationship as well as the Evelyn and Celia one) was made relevant in a scene taking place in Spain (Celia’s shirt)

ALSO allow we to go into crazy fanfic territory here, but can’t you just IMAGINE the “we can get married”-conversation happening between Taylor and Karlie when same-sex marriage became legalized nationwide????

All wlw just want a wife #ConfirmedOnPage349

Seriously, if you wanna be punched in the feels today go read the wedding scene and imagine Kaylor in Evelyn and Celia’s place. (No one is sick in the Kaylor version, but they are deeply closeted and still at the height of their careers) oh, my fragile, gay heart!!

When Celia does die from her illness Evelyn describes her reaction with:

“I fell to the floor.” (Pg. 350)

I'm HERE on the KITCHEN flooOOOOr

Don’t TOUCH MEEEEEE

After Celia’s death Evelyn truly stops hiding in the closet:

“I could not keep my true self from coming out.” (Pg. 353)

“It cost so much, caring. I didn’t have any currency to spend on it.” (Pg. 354)

“People were still easily distracted from seeing how I felt about Celia St. James, but this time was different because I wasn’t hiding anything. The truth had been there for them to grab if they’d paid attention.”

“But of course they got it wrong. They never did care about getting it right. The media are going to tell whatever story they want to tell. They always have. They always will.”

To me this is the essence of the Reputation era, Taylor having realized that she can’t make the media she the truth so she just avoids them and tells the truth to those of us who are paying attention. This time it’s different, because she isn’t hiding anything.

There will be no further explanation. There will be just reputation

Evelyn saying it made her happy to spend money on her loved ones (Pg. 356) makes me think of Taylor being so extra with the fans ❤

“No one is just a victim or a victor. That’s Evelyn Hugo for you, somewhere in the middle.” (Pg. 366)

“She’s painfully human to me now.” (Pg. 371)

Is that Monique saying that about Evelyn Hugo after finding out her true life story or is it me saying it about Taylor Swift after falling down the Gaylor rabbit hole? No one knows for sure…

“Evelyn is going to die when she wants to and she wants to die now.” (Pg.375)

I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now (Ooh, look what you made me do) Why? (Look what you made me do) Oh, 'cause she's dead!

in the death of her reputation she felt truly alive

The huge difference between the death of Taylor Swift and the death of Evelyn Hugo is that Evelyn’s death is literal and Taylor’s is figurative.

Despite this Evelyn’s death is somehow every bit as cinematic as Taylor who just recently killed off her reputation in order to feel truly alive. They’re both still doing it on their own terms, literally controlling the narrative that is their lives up until their last breaths (figurative as well as literal)

“Evelyn trusts me with her story. Evelyn trusts me with her death.” (Pg. 377)

Just as Taylor is trusting us with the death of her false reputation and the truth of her actual story and narrative.

“The tears that come out of me feel as if they were decades in the making. It feels as if some old version of me is leaking out, letting go, saying good-bye in the effort of making room for a new me. Somehow both more cynical about people and more optimistic about my place in the world” (Pg. 377-378)

Okay so this is a lot and it hit me right in the heart! I can only imagine this is just how Taylor felt when she decided that killing of her old reputation and public image was the right move. After everything that happen to her just before she decided to take a break to figure that stuff out (and everything that has happened for her entire career as far as bearding and hiding goes)I bet those tears felt decades (or at least a decade) in the making when they finally came. After all she’s been through in the industry since the age of 16 it’s no wonder if she feels cynical about people, but after taking the break to figure it out and deciding to COME out I’m sure she also feels optimistic now that she’s on the road to being herself publicly. She’s found her place in this world as out and proud and now she’s working towards getting to that place every day.

All these years she’s just been trying to find a place in this world and oh, Taylor, I am so glad you’ve found it! ❤

It must be such a relief to have made up your mind, to not have to be afraid anymore.

“There’s still so much I don’t know about my father. Maybe he was gay. Maybe he saw himself as straight, but in love with one man. Maybe he was bisexual. Or a host of other words. But it really doesn’t matter, that’s the thing.” (Pg. 380)

This is an interesting quote, to Evelyn the word bisexual mattered a lot and to Celia the word lesbian did, as for Monique’s father we don’t know what he would have said on the matter concerning his own identity because he’s been dead since long before the book started. Ultimately Monique comes to the conclusion that it doesn’t matter what her father would’ve identified as, as long as she knew he loved her (which it has been shown throughout the book that he undeniably did.)

In the same way we could argue all day about whether Taylor is gay or bi or straight or a “a host of other words” for the time being we’re in much the same position as Monique, Taylor hasn’t told us and it’s not like we can just ask her, but does it matter? We all love Taylor and we know that she loves us. Her being in love with women and writing her songs about them instead of the men we were lead to believe were her muses doesn’t change that. In the end it’s not a big deal whether Taylor is gay or straight, we still love her, we came for her music that we related to and loved and then we ended up staying for Taylor, the person, because we fell in love with her and her storytelling. Who she loves doesn’t change that. We love her and she loves us and that’s all that matters.

On page 382 GLAAD is mentioned by name as an organization that Evelyn gave most of her fortune to after her death.

The piece Monique ends up writing about Evelyn for Vivant summarizes the main theme of the both and to me it also summarizes what Gaylor Swift is about:

The TRUTH behind the SCANDAL that was her love life.

(Pg. 385)

And now for the final piece in this puzzle

And all our pieces fall Right into place

🌈 🌈 🌈

Thank you SO much for reading all of these masterposts, I really hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed reading that amazing book and writing all of these parts!

#tshoeh #tshoeh spoilers #the seven husbands of evelyn hugo #gaylor swift #kaylor #masterpost

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dafheannaig13-blog · 5 years ago

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About the Muse

i snatched it off @heraldofwho who is very cool! 😃

Your muse’s name:

Maxwell Seumas Trevelyan, but he prefers Max

A favourite picture / faceclaim of your muse:

*casually drops a cropped version of an older drawing bc i have nothing better at the moment*

Two headcanons you have for your muse:

-Max absolutely despises templars and would happily slaughter the lot of them rrgh fuCKING CULLEN, because he has Issues. The most he ever killed by himself in one go? Fourteen templars in the Ostwick circle, after he found out what they did to his sister. The pent-up rage and despair and feelings of helplessness of the twenty-one years leading up to that point caused him to snap. Max went into a berserker-like state and slew fourteen templars, including the knight-captain, and nearly the first enchanter as well. After that, he began training as a proper reaver, because he knew that he needed to learn to control and direct his emotions, or else they'd overtake him.

Max does not regret his actions, though. He’s not proud of it, or that he escaped the gallows due to his family name, and he doesn’t talk about it. But he would do it again. He doesn't care what that says about him.

- Max knows how to juggle. He has a flask of whisky in a not-so-secret pocket at all times, and carries several knives concealed about his person for the purposes of eating, stabbing, throwing, etc. He abhors the chantry and frequently insults it, so he and Cassandra fight like cats and dogs. He’s actually fond of her, though. She probably hates him, bc when she and Leliana first called Max the ‘herald of Andraste’, Max laughed so hard he nearly pissed himself. He almost caused a Diplomatic Incident bc he refuses to bow to anyone--even the Empress of Orlais. Max hates being called the herald or ‘your worship’ etc and fucks with the boot-lickers who try and curry favour with him. Dorian finds it hilarious. The only time he ever used his position to get his way was with that prick who had Dorian’s amulet--and it was a good fucking bluff, bc he’s not of the main family, just a branch of ‘impoverished gentry’ (like, they have land, but the family home is in a right state and the vault is...empty. And they’ve no staff. And Bann Trevelyan is a special individual.)

Three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:

-Music! Max is made of music (mostly bagpipes), he loves singing and knows how to play the lute. Sometimes he steals the one from Dorian's nook and uses it to ~serenade~ him. (Max knows SO MANY sappy love songs and laments.) He has also been known to provide lullabies to the dying, even out in the field (bc how are these people dying for this cause he’s not sure he’s even on board with, they fucking die in his name how is he ever going to live with himself if he isn’t killed horribly by Coryphe-tits), to perform classic Free Marches tavern songs with Blackwall, and even occasionally rope the entirety of the Herald's Rest (or just the travelling party) into waulking songs (u know the ones they used to do when they were waulking wool, and one person sings the verses and everyone joins in the bit with just nonsense words or whatever?? Chuir m'athair mise dhan taigh charraideach, or hè mo leannan, hò mo leannan, ones like that?? good shite, cracking songs).

Only when he's drunk, though.

(He's drunk a lot.)

-Max has a soft spot for children. Having spent so much time in the role of caregiver, it's only too easy to fall back into old habits, especially with the number of orphans the inquisition...acquired after Haven. He plays with the kids when he gets the chance, and can often be found making them laugh by sassing the chantry sisters and shouting various obscenities.

-Max is an excellent horseman. He took to riding like a duck to water, and has always had a way with horses. The only horse he's ever met that didn't like him is the Ferelden Forder he got from Master Dennet--and he suspects it's because the horse somehow knows that Max was a jerk to its master. As revenge, Max calls the horse 'Sweet Roll'; as revenge for that, Sweet Roll has eaten several of Max's gloves and bitten a hole in more than one pair of Max's trousers. The cycle of vengeance is never-ending. (Let it be known that his own horse at home, Rowan, is a sturdy Free Marches Ranger that loves him and doesn't eat his clothes.)

Seven people your muse loves / likes:

-Elinor, nicknamed Eilidh (u say it like 'ae-lee') -- She is Max's middle sister, about five years younger than he is. She has dark hair and blue eyes like her brother, but she is slight whilst he is tall. Elinor was a mage, made tranquil at the age of sixteen under suspicious circumstances. She was very shy and quiet, but also very compassionate, as well as the best musician in the family before she was magically castrated. Since returning home, she has cultivated a large garden which she tends devotedly, and also has a small army of cats. They are all named after berries. Max fought like a wild-cat to protect her when the templars came to take Elinor away to the circle, even tried shielding her with his body, which is how he got the scar on his face. He adores her and would do anything for her.

-Catrìona, nicknamed Ceit (sounds just like 'Kate') is Max's youngest sister. She is ten years his junior, so he more or less raised her, even tutoring her in swordsmanship, horsemanship, archery (though she's a better shot), etc. She is a sprightly ginger-haired lass with blue eyes and loads of freckles, who talks very loudly and laughs very loudly and wILL CHALLENGE U TO A FIGHT IF U INSULT HER BROTHER OR SISTER, THANKS! She's nearly fearless, very kind, and her best friend is her own horse, an ornery beast called Storm. (Storm bites. So does Ceit.) She and Max play-fight and jokingly call each other names, but they adore each other.

So basically she's sort of Merida. I REGRET NOTHING FIGHT MEEEEEE

-Blackwall! Max is very fond of Blackwall. Top lad. Good set of pipes on him, right good for tavern songs. U know what they call an Ostwick tavern? Taigh-seinnse.

-Varric! Max is convinced that Varric is one of the best people to ever exist. If Varric knew how sincerely he means that, he would laugh. Also maybe cry.

-Dorian! Max is completely and utterly in love with Dorian. They’re both hopeless romantics and also bad at emotions, so it’s a mess. But a good mess? 😃

-Josephine! She is the source of all goodness in the universe, and probably the actual leader of the entire inquisition. She does all the real work, anyway. Max just kills shite. And rescues lost animals.

-Sera! They pull pranks together. She reminds him a bit of Ceit, as well, so he loves her.

-Honourable mentions: Solas (he knows so much, and talks about his Fade Travels in that lovely story-teller voice), Harritt (best. blacksmith. evER.), Dagna (she’s fucking delightful), Master Dennet (adorably grumpy old bastard), Helisma (reminds him of Elinor, he looks out for her in case anyone gives her trouble), Fiona (a bad-ass motherfucker if there ever was one), Krem (fun to spar with), Cassandra (fun to spar with), and Grim (a good listener)

Phobia (well, fear, anyway) your muse has:

Himself. After what he did at the Ostwick circle, Max knows that he is capable not just of killing, but of slaughter. He does not regret his actions there (justified or not, right or wrong, he doesn't give a shite, he will sacrifice anything for his sisters) but he does worry that one day, the rage will overtake him. That he'll hurt somebody he loves, that he might lose his friends, his family, his lover. That he might lose himself. Being the only son, the eldest, he was supposed to look after the girls. He'd promised his mother--his dying mother--that he'd always protect them and look after them and just look at how that ended. Look what he's done--look what he's let happen. This is what happens when anyone trusts him to do anything--he fucks it up, because he's a selfish, lazy coward who can't do anything right. He wants so badly to be good, but he's fucking terrible at it, so he mostly stopped trying--enough that everyone else thinks he has a devil-a-bit-do-I-care attitude, that he's loud and irreverent and brash and impulsive and angry and mercurial and careless.

But he does care. He cares too much.

That’s his downfall. Every single time.

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I TAG YOU! u know who u are

also @m1lkcl0uds come onnn show off Persephone, she’s adorable ❤

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xxfuckmecalumxx · 6 years ago

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Calum’s smile

A/N: First of all a giant thank you to @thehound for making this gif for me (and for reading all my stuff before I post it) Secondly, I know this is short and sweet but I genuinely love it.

Calum’s genuine smile was your favorite thing in this world. You loved when he smiled so big that he got the creases next to his eyes and his eyes lit up showing his love and appreciation. It wasn’t uncommon for Calum to be smiling or joking around with the boys. But, when you wanted to take a picture with or of him he instantly goes blank-faced or gives you a small shy smile. Sometimes you gave up and took the picture. Other times, you don’t and beg him to smile or try your best to make him laugh.

You, Calum and the other boys were hanging out by the pool sipping beers and goofing off. You pulled your phone out to take a selfie because they all looked so happy. You knew you couldn’t capture the pure bliss and happiness from that day but you decided to try. “guys smile” you hold your phone up and the boys do their usual poses.

“Calum come on just smile” you whine putting your arm down looking at him.

“I am smiling see,” he says smiling sweetly.

“no, a real smile not the fake shit. You look so cute when you smile” you groan putting your camera back up.

Ashton giggles “damn she called you out” The boys laugh and you giggle looking at the curly haired boy blushing

“please Calum for me?” You say sweetly and immediately Michael mocks you “come on Calum for meeeeee,” he says in an over exaggerated high pitched voice.

You giggle looking at Calum as he laughs softly, sipping his beer. You stick your tongue out at him and he does the same in return laughing.

“You two are gross,” Michael says taking the phone out of your hand “let me take it you’re taking to long” You laugh rolling your eyes.

“Fine but make it a good one” you raise your eyebrows at him as if having a silent conversation with him on how to get a good shot.

“Okay 3...2...1 everyone say Luke is a breadstick,” you say making all of you crack up including Calum. You watch Michael snap a few pictures before the moment was gone. He hands your phone back to you and you pull the picture up as the boys crowd around you.

“we look so happy, it almost looks fake” Luke says softly.

“I like it, looks like we’re actually friends” Ashton giggles hitting Michael with his elbow.

“I guess you’re right y/n I do look better when I smile”

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movedyourchair505 · 6 years ago

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Hello, Sarah. NN was just a wonderful as ever and I cannot handle these ridiculous idiots at all. First of all - babe, stop attacking meeeeee! Second - I am so weak for him being soft with her in bed, silently needy, the little details throughout including his drawing circles into her skin so soothingly, sharing a cigarette with her, his exhausted voice - you write him so gorgeously I cannot. His physical description is so perfect throughout the entire chapter, the stupidly extra bitch with his

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initials on his coat (p.s. imagine the satisfaction jade would have wearing it knowing she’s connected to his name), his profile as he’s driving, his flawless face, cheekbones, jaw, hair - unffffff, drooling. I love how excited she is about the date, the car, being with him, being his girl. And him being so cute with Giulia (love her) and his pastries (hungry) is everything she could have wanted from a second date. But despite all the sweetness, the teasing and playfulness is always there, how every kiss overwhelms them both and they have to stop, how they can’t resist teasing each other, winding each other up, doing everything to spark a reaction. Also - can NN babe go a chapter without putting his hand around her neck? No, no he can’t. Also, there was so much good dialogue. Highlights include: ‘I got you, Alexander. Didn’t I?’ and ‘I’ve just never seen you … be nice.’ and ‘I didn’t realise I had competition. D’you like her more than me?’ and ‘Jade’s comin’.’ amongst all the other paragraphs and stunning lines I've sent you. Let’s have a little progress check/recap: use of ‘baby’ - check, calling her his girl in public - check, deciding she’s coming to a meeting - check, shoving her against the wall and kissing her with so much need and urgency that I lost my mind like Jade did - check. He’s an idiotttttttt (did you read this in my voice?)! I love him sooooo much, I love you more and I’m endlessly proud of NN and your incredible way with words. xoxo - your bitch

Urghhhh, I love you soo much. Writing him and describing him and how fucking hot he is is so satisfying, I love it, so I’m so glad you always like the way I do it, you’ve mastered it perfectly though!! I’m so weak for him! Pastry boy is just everything and I love writing him soft, I’m sooo glad that wasn’t random and you enjoyed it! And the fact that you think my interactions between them are good like urghhh, that means so much because yours are perfect!! Loooove this check list, you just know we’ll add so much more! And I always read your messages in your voice 😉 I love you so much and thank you so so so much for helping me and loving them as much as I do and just being a babe! 💖🧡💝💓✨

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shame-on-nyall · 7 years ago

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hot milky last chapter pt 1/??

Here is the first part of the “last” chapter of Hot Milky. If all goes well, I will finish Sunday, but if not, I will get close! It’s pretty long and full of excessive drama, so sorry in advance to mobile users and or drama haters.

2,912 words

interlude part 1

interlude part 2

Watching his brother and the Omnic monk depart for their morning meditation, Hanzo slid one hand into his kimono and took out the medicine bottle Genji stashed there, turning it over pensively before locking it away into his weapons case. It was a miracle that the back alley doctor who supplied him with the pills managed to get the bottle packed into his parcel of clothes just in time to be picked up with the morning mail by Lena. It was, however, unfortunate that Zenyatta had seen the bottle Genji dropped, but at least there was no lettering on the label to read. If Angela ever decided to investigate, Hanzo had his story. Sooner or later, she would, so he must be vigilant and ready to field her questions.

Hanzo glanced at the cooling and surely indigestible breakfast tray Genji and Zenyatta had offered him still teetering on the edge of the table and had to sigh. Even as he sat down and nibbled at what he assumed was a fat-encapsulated crumble of pork sausage mixed with egg and potato and who knows what else and managed to swallow the lump without gagging, he recalled Genji’s recent haphazard actions that had culminated in this morning’s yogurt incident, his own confused reactions ever since he arrived here. It had become obvious that Genji was losing what little sense he had left, so caught up with the fact that his brother had actually joined them to pay much attention to reality; namely, the fact that he was a cyborg now, not their father’s favored sparrow any longer. Because of Hanzo’s presence at the base reminding him of his past, because he ended up spoiling Genji anyway despite his best intentions. It was a sign. He was not meant to be here among this motley assortment of characters with whom Genji chose to throw in his lot. He had to leave Overwatch, for everyone’s peace of mind.

In sober thought, Hanzo finished grazing over the contents of the breakfast, sipping some of the cooled barley tea included instead of his usual morning serving of sake. The prospect of meditating with Genji and Zenyatta did not appeal to him at this time, neither did associating with anyone else on base, regardless if they were happy to see him healthy (or at least his left pectoral) or if they still kept their guard up around him. Genji’s assurance that the team missed his presence and cared about him despite some initial distrust rang overly optimistic, as hollow as he believed McCree’s infatuation to be. His younger brother had made mistakes before, Hanzo had years of experience covering for him, but on this matter he really wanted to believe Genji. Hanzo could not deny that he was just tired of running. He wanted to belong somewhere and live for a purpose once more. He needed to be with Genji more than anything.

The only question… did Genji need to be with him?

The peaceful slumber of the night, the sweet fragments of dreams Hanzo chased upon awakening, all of that had cleared like mist under a late summer morning sun. The freshness of the early hours no longer brought him the same joy as they did in his youth, when he looked forward to completing the tasks of the day. Now Hanzo associated morning with ever-increasing stress, a cyclical countdown of minutes until the oblivion of either sleep or his next bottle of sake.

Since his mind could give him no comfort, he decided it would be better to keep his body occupied, attempt to keep his archery skills in peak condition so that he could provide defense for his brother and teammates as promised. (Or to facilitate his escape from Watchpoint if the situation should arise.) He had missed training all of yesterday after all. Grimly, Hanzo threw on his newly acquired jacket over his customary gi and hakama, gathered Stormbow and its quiver, and set out for the training area. For a second, Hanzo wondered how McCree was doing, since the two of them had abandoned him there with smashed kneecaps last night, but he figured if anything serious happened to McCree afterwards, Genji would have told him. Since he was McCree’s friend supposedly and had said he would talk to him… If he remembered, to anyway.

Well, that was no longer his problem…

A scowl lingering on his face, Hanzo turned the corner past the sliding doors and scaled the wall to the nearest observation tower. His ears detected conversation in the target range, the bass beat of Lucio’s music, and seeking refuge from unnecessary chatter, he contented himself with silently unleashing arrow after arrow on the moving dummies patrolling the skywalks and stairwells far above.

At last his curiosity won out, and Hanzo crept to the ledge overlooking one of the target ranges below. McCree was indeed there, unerringly unloading a round of bullets into a group of darting practice droids, only the slightest of stiffness in his steps as evidence of the scuffle last night. There was Lucio gliding across the walls behind the range to the rhythm of his speakers, adding turns and jumps to increase the area he could cover. Hanzo knew he had sensed a third presence earlier, and soon enough his hearing picked up the dull clang of heavy weights against a sturdy rack, before Zarya herself could be glimpsed leaving the weight room for the showers.

Satisfied with his assessment, Hanzo went back to his own practice, this time with an added twist. Nocking an arrow to Stormbow, he took a breath and released, watching the arrow strike the dummy McCree was aiming at just a fraction of a second before Peacemaker’s bullet hit home. Almost shocked to the point of losing his hat, McCree swore and glanced up around him at the walls and ledges and walkways, trying to pinpoint Hanzo’s location. Hanzo had of course long vanished from their view. From on top of a ledge that could only be easily accessed by Fareeha and Genji and the like, Hanzo leaned out and fired through a narrow aperture at the reassembling target droid.

“Dangit, Hanzo, you tryna be faster than a bullet, too?!” McCree called out, disgruntled yet duly impressed. “Genji kept doing stunts like that, near got himself killed a few more times back then!” Jamming his hat back onto his hair, McCree grumbled, “Already got my hands full with the Junkers, I don’t need to be baby-sitting off-the-chain ninjas, too.”

With a snort of amusement, Hanzo quickly dropped to the ground level by McCree’s side. “I only want to keep my skills intact. I have no intention of getting injured.” Not like Genji, it seemed.

“I’ll testify to anyone who asks that you’re as sharp as ever,” McCree told him, holstering his gun.

The cowboy thankfully kept a professional attitude, his usual lovesick pining dialed back quite a bit to Hanzo’s surprise, although not entirely absent. On the other hand, he thought there may have been another reason for McCree’s change in demeanor. Hanzo gave him a calculating look, saying matter-of-factly, “Interesting, I notice you are able to walk without the use of crutches today, McCree.”

McCree gave a little heh at that. “It just so happened Angela and Winston happen to be up and about last night, and the doc got me fixed up in the infirmary right quick.” No thanks to you two, was the unspoken addition.

“My apologies,” Hanzo murmured in a cool tone. “I did not mean to have added to the list of the doctor’s responsibilities. I was later told she had had a busy evening.”

“…And… You’re also sorry to have smashed my kneecaps with my gun that you then stole and left me out in the cold without getting help, ain’tcha, Hanzo?” McCree prompted hopefully, having sworn off pursuing the elder Shimada in a romantic manner but apparently still determined to put him on a pedestal, however shaky.

“Oh, that.” Hanzo dusted an imaginary speck of dust off his shoulder and said, “You keep mentioning you had been Blackwatch’s finest agent, Reye’s right-hand man. Since you did not lift a hand against us, I assumed you had everything under control. Am I not correct, gunslinger?”

Sweating (figurative) bullets at this unflatteringly accurate depiction, McCree tugged the brim of his hat over his eyes. “We-ell, you two looked like you were having a grand old time, so of course I didn’t want to interrupt,” he replied sheepishly. “Which I could have, at any moment, if I wanted to. But just for the future, maybe don’t rough up a fellow so much? None of us are supposed to be in organized crime anymore, in case you forgot.”

“I will see what I can do.”

Lucio had glided over to them at this point, listening to the conversation with an adorably puzzled frown on his face. “Hey now, this doesn’t add up, why were you smashing McCree’s kneecaps in, Hanzo? I was pretty sure Hana told meeeeee…”

“She told you nothing, because I bought her silence,” Hanzo interrupted abruptly, “so you are pretty sure of nothing.”

“Uhh…” Glancing up at Hanzo’s stormy expression, Lucio nodded, flashing a bright grin. “Right, so what was I saying again? Totally can’t remember!”

“Good, let’s keep it that way,” Hanzo muttered, while McCree shook his head and sighed.

“Now, now, we’re all just trying to get to know each other here, become good friends, see, so we can be better teammates and the best heroes Overwatch can ask for,” McCree said loudly to reassure any listeners in the vicinity that no one had slid back into old habits best left redacted in their official files.

“Of course,” Hanzo agreed, in the tone of someone who had never purposefully done anything to become a good friend in his entire life, much less a teammate or hero. “Which reminds me, Lucio,” he began, returning his attention to someone slightly less irritating, “I had been meaning to thank you earlier for the music player you gifted me the other day.”

“Y-you liked my music?!” Lucio squawked.

Choosing his words carefully, Hanzo said, “The songs I listened to were very… upbeat. With a… positive atmosphere.”

Lucio seemed equally shocked and delighted by Hanzo’s acknowledgement, and he stuttered out uncharacteristically, “W-wow, I mean, if you ever want a change of pace, I can put together another mix, it’d be no problem! I got a few tracks I’ve been working on I know you’d dig.”

“There is no rush, Lucio,” Hanzo replied, somewhat regretting initiating further interaction but doing his best out of respect to a capable healer whose skills would definitely be needed to keep Genji alive once he left. Fortunately, Lucio had the faraway look of inspiration lighting up his eyes. In a moment, he excused himself and skated off to get those melodies out of his head and into the world of sound.

“Aww, you’re not so cold after all!” McCree said with a pleased grin, about to slap Hanzo on the back but pulled back just in time to save the use of his hand. “Guess Genji was right, you’ve made some progress adjusting here. Now why won’t you ever let him in on that instead of being a grump all the time?”

Hanzo was about to nod, but something made him pause. Unease, a frisson of disturbance that could be felt through the dragon of ink tattooed on his skin all the way into his bones. A warning he must heed.

“I know what you’re up to, McCree.” Ever so carefully, he said, “I respect you as Genji’s comrade. But your particular skills are not reserved just for heroics. You are a mercenary, and I will not let my guard down, for all of your silly outfits and foolish rambling.”

McCree frowned, looking genuinely confused. “Now how do you figure that?”

“Simple. You are always armed when you are around me. Not so around Genji.” The implication should have been clear; Hanzo believed McCree tagging along after him was not in hopes of quenching a junker-induced dry spell. (Although that could still account for a good 30%; he was not so modest.)

“Well, well, well.” McCree shrugged, eyes downcast, but not before an ominous flash of red light winked out under the shadow of his hat. “For someone as clever as you to tell me that, you must think you got a royal flush in your hand.”

Hanzo hesitated, very much aware that they were more or less alone in the furthest target range from the central living quarters and meeting rooms. All he had was a partial bluff against a man who Genji, of all people, swore was a master at playing cards. Hanzo was only guessing based on what Zenyatta had told him, bits and pieces from the files he had scanned through before arriving at Watchpoint proper, what little Genji had revealed about his past in Overwatch, but McCree’s unusually restrained reaction seemed to confirm the gist of his theory. “What you just said about being teammates and comrades, becoming heroes, I am only saying that I find it hard to believe,” he stated calmly, honestly. “It is true that I want to become used to this place, that becoming friends even with you is something I would not reject. But know that I am here to fight for Genji. He is my priority, and as long as you stay true to him, I will not turn on you. As long as you give me no reason to distrust you. Because my brother may have forgiven all of you involved with his creation, but I will not forget how you stole him and experimented on him…”

To his surprise, McCree laughed aloud, shaking his head in disbelief. “You got the wrong guy, partner,” he said. “Technically, I did nothing. Now Reyes and I, we did our best to include Genji in Blackwatch, get him back on his feet after his rehab. But others above us made the decision to retrieve his body and turn him into a cyborg in the first place.”

“…Blackwatch? You mean Overwatch.” Hanzo narrowed his eyes, thrown off balance by McCree’s interruption. That feeling of freefall, struggling for a handhold while the ground gave way below his feet. The sensation of unease only grew, a tidal wave pulling the very air from his lungs.

“Yeah, Blackwatch was part of Overwatch, but Genji and I worked under Reyes directly. Bit of a difference there.”

“No. Genji showed me a photo of the team… his clothing had the Overwatch emblem, not Blackwatch’s…”

“Oh God, the one time we got him to wear clothes?” McCree chuckled again, and Hanzo gritted his teeth at the too-casual sound. “That was much later. Genji musta been in Blackwatch with me for four years or so. He’d been taking down the Shimada clan and operations in East Asia while the medical team completed his cyberization process. I think Genji didn’t get on Overwatch’s official payroll until his final upgrades were done. But soon after that, he left the organization.”

“No…” Hanzo repeated, more uncertainly this time. Genji had never said anything about how long it took to build his cyborg body, what specifically he had to do as compensation for their investment. But Hanzo never pressed for details. He had not thoroughly considered the implication of Overwatch, or Blackwatch in this case, spiriting away a scion of the very empire they were trying to bring down. But he should have… That was what happened with McCree and Deadlock Gang, was it not? “Genji would have mentioned that.”

“Hey, I got nothing to gain by lying to you, Hanzo,” McCree said quietly, his hands palms up in a reassuring gesture. “You can ask Genji yourself. He was in Blackwatch with me.”

Hanzo rubbed at his forehead, suddenly wishing for alcohol and the oblivion of sleep. He had been meaning to make his intentions clear to McCree, and thus the former members of Overwatch, to assure them that he would participate in their missions as long as Genji was protected. That keeping track of him was of little use, unproductive and a waste of their resources.

But if Overwatch back then had forced Genji’s involvement with Blackwatch, if they had required his cooperation in exchange for completion of his cyborg body... There was his fear, resurfacing into the light once more. They could still be trapped, movements tracked and bodies claimed by an organization working outside of government and law.

Just like when we were boys, Hanzo thought in grim despair, clutching at his hair. Hysterical. He wanted to laugh, but could not even summon a noise.

He felt, rather than saw or heard, McCree’s presence envelop him, warm and bittersweet. Blind and deaf, he struggled against the hope and comfort and security he had forsaken, fled instead for the miserable irresistible uncertainty that made up the world he shared with his brother.

Genji took a breath and exhaled long and slow, the way he used to, the way he no longer needed to. He glanced towards the warren that made up Watchpoint, but his brother never appeared at the courtyard entrance.

“I don’t think Hanzo is going to join us after all, Master,” he murmured.

At his side, Zenyatta watched a duo of autumn butterflies drift silently away into the breeze. “No. Not yet, my student.”

#hot milky #my fic #genzo #shimadacest #mccree is in here too

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