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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 days ago

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all the fanarts of yuu and grim supporting ace through his um awakening as well as ace casting his UM as of late has been making me go crazy 🥹 theyre all so tender and all so beautiful we're getting fed.

And them finally giving us a clearer picture of ace's insecurities is just so?? The build up and the pressure and then the internal monologue where everything comes crashing down when hes forced to face just how weak he is. I really liked that this part of him has finally been explored by the devs waaah.

I also really love how he parallels yuu in a way, the both of them being this "ordinary" person, the both of them lacking the power to protect those whom they care for. Usually yuu takes a step back and the story focuses more on the dynamic of the boys with each other and letting the yuu kinda be like this player self insert but as if late the story seems to be putting a lot of emphasis on yuu's importance and impact on ace which feels like something twst or games in general wouldnt normally do? Because it feels like it makes a chara particularly close to a neutral character and potentially being unfair for other charas duo that others may like idk how to explain it

Im kinda curious as to your thoughts on this, or more specifically ace and yuu's dynamic over the course of the story from their first meeting up to now. Cuz yuu feels like a person or place where ace turns to for reassurance and protection/comfort in a way, like their very existence gives him courage to push forward

[More about Ace’s UM here!]

d hi issgusJkaja I-I haven’t been scrolling on socials the last few weeks so I had the chance to see much fan art (other than what friends have shown me) 😭 but I’m sure it’s very tasty content!!

Yeeeah, I was waiting on the devs to finally get around to addressing Ace’s insecurities. in book 5, we had a brief mention of being being shocked Deuce got his UM before he did, then he was out of commission in book 6, and finally early in book 7 he deflected from the idea of Yuu going back to their original world. Suffice it to say, they addressed both the UM and the Yuu issues so well; it was really heart wrenching to see Ace in denial in his own dream and then struggling with his self confidence in Riddle’s dream. No more cocky attitude and brazenness, ahahah… only vulnerability 😈

Yuu is the one to calm him down when he’s panicking. The one giving him encouragement, the one holding his hand/shoulders (you get an option for this), the one talking him through this overwhelming feeling. That’s so powerful… It says a lot about their bond with their friend.

I love that Ace gets his moment. The first NRC student we met is the final one to get his unique magic—a magic he is able to take hold of, despite his doubts, thanks to Yuu’s reassurance and coaching. The first encounter was the domino that led up to this. First enemies, then friends. Through thick and thin, trials and tribulations, together until the bitter end. And when you think about it, they’re similar in their insecurities too. Worried that they’re not enough, that they’re ordinary, that they don’t contribute as much as they should, that they can’t protect the people they care about. It’s a great parallel, and that really slots in nicely with Twst’s recurring themes and imagery of characters mirroring each other.

Mmm… I think I understand what you’re getting at? Because Yuu is a self-insert type of character, you’re saying it is odd that Ace specifically has been getting a lot of screen time and bonding with Yuu compared to what the other characters get with Yuu. And that it’s giving Ace stans (and yumes) more fanservice than stans of other characters, so it may feel a little unfair? If I’m understanding you correctly 😅

I think that’s kind of hard to judge, honestly. Ace got like zero involvement in book 6 and was not that important for the latter half of book 5. One could argue all this attention in book 7 is just making up for what he didn’t have in prior books. You could also say that it makes sense for Ace to get more of the spotlight given his importance in the prologue, how “the guy that begins it all also ends it all”, and his well-established relationship with Yuu. To go even further, some might point out that other characters like Malleus get this “special treatment” too. Yuu barely gets any time to bond with the OB boys one-on-one, but they get to be Malleus’s secret buddy for most of the main story (even if they technically only physically meet around 5 times total). I don’t take issue with how Ace was handled; this was a long time coming and he deserved it. It’s not like other characters didn’t also get their moments in other parts of the game or events or what have you 🤷‍♀️

While I definitely think Yuu’s friendship is very precious to Ace, I wouldn’t go so far as to say “Yuu feels like a person or place where Ace turns to for reassurance and protection/comfort in a way, like [Yuu’s] very existence gives [Ace] courage to push forward.” I think that’s stretching it a bit. Maybe it’s somewhat true for book 7, since Ace centers his happiness around Yuu’s presence and seizes the courage to charge in with his newly acquired UM after Yuu cheers him on. However, I never got the sense that Ace thought of them as a source of comfort and courage prior to book 7. For a large part of the main story I just got the sense he was a misbehaved idiot with a heart of gold.

Ace bullies Yuu at first and then becomes a reluctant ally when their interests align (ie not getting expelled) in the prologue. Yuu grants him temporary housing in book 1 and supports him as he tries to earn his way back into the dorm and then even as he resists Riddle’s rule. Ace goes pretty far to defend his own stance, but arguably also Yuu’s honor, as I believe he rushes in to punch his dorm leader when he insults Yuu’s lack of education. He joins the investigation but doesn’t really help much in book 2. The he assists in fulfilling Azul’s deal to save Ramshackle and the anemone’d students in book 3. There’s also the infamous scene where he jokes about sleeping in the same room together. He is gone for most of book 4, but makes a long and tedious trip back (with Deuce) to address Yuu’s SOS message. Ace is a VDC/SDC participant and has that whole dilemma with Deuce getting bis UM before he does. In book 6, he is knocked out fighting Ferrymen and tearfully reunites with his friends at the end of the book. Early in 7, he is quick to dismiss the idea of Yuu going back to their world—and then this culminates in his own dream and his actions in Riddle’s, which I already discussed earlier. A lot of other small moments occur as well, showing Ace eating with Yuu, going to class with Yuu, etc.

A majority of the behaviors I recall are either Ace and Yuu casually hanging out or Ace rushing to protect them from something, be it insults or physical/magical blows. It’s not a ton of Ace overtly depending on Yuu. I don’t even think I could find any implications of him depending on Yuu in his dialogue or through more subtle cues. He certainly gets emotional when Yuu is involved, but this by itself doesn’t necessarily mean he looks to them for reassurance. Ace has always been pretty guarded, even expositing that no one at NRC would offer you a helping hand as late as Lilia’s farewell party. It’s only when we get to late book 7 that Ace starts changing his tune.

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beardedjoel · 1 day ago

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💗🎉💗CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MILESTONE!💗🎉💗

I’m so happy for you! I found you through Closer, and I couldn’t be happier about it. You’re an amazing writer and such a lovely person!

I’m wondering… what about one of these?🌹the prompt number 1. I love your writing and I cannot stop myself from asking. Perhaps with Joel, or Frankie, or Pero…I’m not picky, I’ll be happy with whatever the inspiration leads you.

Alsooooo… Is it too much if I add a little bit of 💌? I’m curious about your writing process. How do you do it? Is it linear, or do you jump around, and later “paste it”?

wym, you're so sweet and i love sharing this space with you my friend 😘 thank you for sending in this prompt and allowing me to do something special with it. thanks for your patience as i have been painstakingly slow with making my way through this backlog of requests! i'll answer your thoughtful writing question at the very bottom of the post after the one shot, if that's alright!

axel and ember — joel x f!reader

request: "overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex". sent in as part of my 5k celebration! i decided to use this one for something very personal to me. as someone who has dealt with vaginismus, this was challenging to write the last few days but it felt like the right direction for me to go in with this prompt. in no way does this describe the experience every person with vaginismus has (nor 100% true to mine), and it is a lot of hard work to help your body and mind learn to work with the sexual obstacles that come with it. i simplified things for the purpose of this story but still found it really gratifying to write so much from personal experience and feelings that i have dealt with. i highly encourage anyone who has not heard of vaginismus to do a little research as it's something that many, many women deal with in silence or is ignored as much of women's sexual health is. happy reading 💓

wc: 2.9k

warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader has vaginismus, unprotected piv

“Maybe… maybe it just doesn’t fit.”

You’d said the words, exasperated after trying for the third time that week.

“I don’t think that’s how that works, darlin’,” Joel teases the words playfully, his hair hanging down into his face as he holds himself perched above you. His smile brusquely fades when he sees that you’re genuinely upset. Some days, it hadn’t been that big of a deal, you’d been able to shrug off the frustration. Today, however, you felt frayed and emotional, pissed off that your body couldn’t just behave like a normal body should. It’s infuriating, living in a body that won’t cooperate with your mind, seeing others do with ease what you never could. What you could only have as a fantasy.

“Hey, it’s alright.” He leans down, kissing you softly before moving from where he’d been stationed on top of you to lay at your side.

Another dream of finally having sex with your boyfriend tonight slipped away in an instant.

“What if I try the dilators again?” you ask desperately, meeting Joel’s gaze. His warm eyes look back at yours with empathy, and he shrugs.

“If y’want. But maybe you should jus’ rest. We already had our fun, yeah?”

He’d gotten you off, you’d gotten him off. Fingers and tongues and mouths, which admittedly were great, but you craved to know what more of him felt like, more than just the one, sometimes two fingers you could handle without soon wincing in discomfort.

You wanted him inside of you, wanted your bodies joined in the way that you were so cruelly being denied by the universe.

“N-no, you’re right. It was fun.” You flash him a somewhat forced smile, grateful for his patience and love when he wraps his arms around you. Joel had been such a constant with you, so wonderful, and that only made it hurt more that you couldn’t give him this. He’d never pressured you, never made you feel at fault these last five months you’d been dating. In some ways, it had brought you closer, not being able to rush into sex, but it didn’t mean that he’d stick around forever if it meant he couldn’t get the one thing you know men always want.

“We’re gonna get it one of these days,” he reassures you, stroking your hair. “You’re workin’ hard at your sessions and here at home. Don’t tell you enough that I think it’s great, seein’ you tryin’ all of that. But don’t do it for me, okay? Do it ‘cause it’s what you want.”

You stare at him for a moment, dumbfounded. You were of course doing all of this work for yourself, so that you could freely enjoy something that should come so naturally to your body. Yet you knew that deep down the pressure was mounting, wanting to give Joel the sexual satisfaction you assumed he craved, something that your hands and mouth couldn’t give him. It was putting up a block between you and your sexuality, making each interaction that much more strained and distressing. You’re surprised Joel caught on to all of that when you’d been trying to put on a brave face for him.

“I - I know,” you concede with a sigh. “I’m afraid sometimes. That I’ll never be enough without this piece of me.”

Joel’s deep set brow furrows further, looking hurt - for you or for himself, you can’t quite tell. His lips set into a firm line before they part, readying to speak. “I think you’re pretty damn amazing the way that y’are. I want that for us, ‘course I do. But I’d rather jus’ have you, whatever, however you are.”

“You would?” you ask sentimentally, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. You laugh slightly, wiping under your eyes, knowing your question is ridiculous but still needing that extra validation that he’s sure. That he’s okay continuing to try this with you, even if it never results in anything.

“Yes, silly. Why do you think I’ve kept you around all this time?”

“‘Cause I find us all the good TV shows to watch?”

He laughs, his burly chest shaking with it. “Quit bein’ a pest, I’m tryin’ to be serious with you,” he quips back, trying and failing to hold back his chuckle.

“I know. I know what you’re saying, Joel. I -“ You swallow, your face falling, pulled back into the seriousness of the moment. “I appreciate you. So, so much.” You reach and wrap your arms tightly around him. You relish in the feeling of being close to him, your naked bodies melding together, the heater-like quality of Joel always comforting to you.

“You’re all the good in this relationship, baby.”

“Who’s being a pest now?” You flick his chest, sending the both of you into a fit of laughter again, giddy at the late hour and the tax of this evening leaving you emotionally spent.

The voice deep inside your mind taunts you as you slowly listen to Joel falling asleep next to you, his breath falling to a rhythmic pattern interlaced with tiny, endearing snores. You hold back tears that come in the dark, feeling so small and alone in this moment, knowing that despite his reassurances, he could never truly understand how this feels for you.

The next few weeks go by with much of the same - you’re busy with life, work, friends, and going to your physical therapy sessions. It was awkward at first all those months ago, laying there bare underneath the sheet while a woman practically had half her hand inside of you, but you got used to it, even started to look forward to hearing about her life and her kids.

You and Joel try a few more times to no avail, your body once seeming to have a breakthrough before promptly making you inhale sharply in pain, shaking your head dejectedly.

You try to let it go, let all of it go. Learn that life doesn’t surround this, it simply can’t if you don’t want this pressure, this hole in your heart that you think you need to fill, to eat you alive. This cannot mean that you’re broken, that nobody could want to be with someone born with their factory settings just a little bit off.

You see it on Joel’s face and in his demeanor, proudly taking note of the change within you. You start to pounce on him every chance you get, fueled by trying to feed this new, insatiable mental freedom you’ve allowed yourself. If you couldn’t have the sex you were dreaming of just yet, you figured that in the meantime you may as well make the sex you are having something new to dream about.

Joel, as predicted, is highly receptive to your new outlook, hands and lips all over you more often than not the second you step through his door to spend the night with him. You find yourself laughing with him when you’re being intimate instead of focusing on that pit in your stomach that worries if this time could finally be the time. You’ve done away with taking it far too seriously to even enjoy when your gracious boyfriend is buried between your legs like it’s his favorite thing. Now, you can appreciate all of it for what it is - a way to connect with Joel, to share something special and fun and sexy together.

You lie in bed with Joel this evening, cackling as you two take turns narrating excerpts from a friend’s most recent read in the romance department that she’d lent you. For inspiration, she’d teased, saying it might help your mind and body become more open to connecting with one another on the topic of sex. You’d taken it with a grain of salt but now it was the evening's top entertainment. You had to admit that she had a point - it did feel nice to read about characters that were so sexually open that anything seemed possible for them.

“The people in these books are unreal,” you manage to get out through your laughter, wiping the stream of tears that coats your cheeks. Joel wipes at the corners of his own eyes, still chuckling.

“Wouldn’t mind givin’ some of these a try one of these days, bet you’d be sexy flipped upside down or whatever the hell they were doin’,” Joel says, propped up on his elbow, his handsome eyes smoldering in your direction. The implication that many of the acts the fictional couple are doing involves things that your body hasn’t been cooperating enough to even go near makes you stiffen for a moment. Maybe a month ago, the comment would have wrecked you, sent you spiraling or feeling self conscious about this perceived insufficiency of yours, but now you let it slide right off your back.

You scrunch your nose at him, letting it fall into a sly smile as he flicks his eyes over you in appreciation. “Shush,” you tease. “We need to find out what happens next to… whatever their names are.” This had all been in good fun, and their names seemed secondary to the juicy details of their sex lives.

“Axel and Ember.” Joel cuts in, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You deadpan. “Right… Someone has been paying attention.”

“Go on, then…” Joel insists with sass, his hand motioning expectantly to the open book in your lap. You smirk before focusing on the page and continuing where you left off. You two read until both of your eyelids get heavy, the words muttered slower and slower, your bodies buzzing hotly with arousal from the content yet far too tired to do anything to make a move on the other person.

“Tomorrow,” Joel utters in your ear just as you’re moving into that cozy, floaty, drifting sensation before it all goes black. “Tomorrow I’m gonna Axel your ass into oblivion.”

You’re awoken by a kiss, feather light upon your lips. Your lids flutter open to see Joel, his scruffy beard and unbearably cute bed head up close and personal with you. It’s barely light out, the room bathed in the pale blue glow that comes right before dawn. Your skimpy camisole strap has slid off your shoulder, the entire thing askew and leaving one of your tits bared to him. Joel’s eyes seem to be glued there before flicking back and forth between your now perky nipple and your face. His lips close around it, gently sucking, and you writhe, your body turning towards his.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he mutters against your hot skin, breath ghosting over your sensitive nipple. You shudder, your skin prickling with anticipation, the space between your thighs desperately empty. Going to bed so unsatisfied seemed to have done a number on the both of you as you’re now acutely aware Joel pressing up against you, his cock already hard and leaking.

“Joel…” you whine, hips bucking towards him.

He dives in, his lips devouring yours, shifting his body to straddle yours, grasping the sides of your face in his hands. His tongue laps into your mouth and you arch your back into the way his hips start to grind into yours, burning desire low in your belly. You’re already so damn wet from his teasing, more than you’ve ever been, built up longing spilling over from last night.

“I… want to try right now,” you finally manage to gasp out as his lips separate from yours for a brief second. He pauses, looking down at you, his heavy lidded eyes sincere as they dance over your features.

“You sure? It’s okay if we jus’ -”

“No. I’m sure,” you tell him. “I feel so good. I want to feel good with you.” Your fingers dig into his bare back, urging him on.

He only nods, his throat bobbing as he swallows. He places gentler kisses on your lips before moving to your neck, then down your body until he reaches the waistband of your sleep shorts. Tugging those down along with your panties, he moves with certainty and care, adoring your soft skin in every place along the way.

He touches a gentle finger to your slit, so sensitive and swollen now, and you suck in a breath.

“Holy shit. God damn, baby,” he muses with awe, fire burning in his dark eyes.

You chuckle shakily, feeling your cheeks flush as you avert your eyes shyly. “I - I know. I need you.”

“Can practically feel her puslin’,” he growls, licking his lips, desire clouding his mind.

Your cheeks only grow hotter at his dirty words, pulling your lip between your teeth. “Taking a page from Axel’s book, I see,” you tease him breathily.

“Nah. This is all Joel Miller, baby,” he replies just as he uses his whole hand to cup your slick cunt, the both of you groaning quietly. Joel starts to shimmy his briefs down, leaving him completely stripped underneath the covers with you. You wait for him to climb back on top of you, carefully removing your top and taking you in.

“Perfect.” He smiles, and you wrap your legs around his waist, a silent signal that you’re ready. Joel reaches between your bodies, bringing his cock to your cunt, lazily moving it through the folds until he’s coated in your arousal, each stroke making your hips buck, your need climbing to an unbearable level.

“Please…” you whine, feeling the emptiness inside of you, craving that full sensation you’ve been romanticizing time and time again in your mind.

“I got you, baby. No matter what. I’m right here, ‘kay?” You feel him line himself up, trying to manage your expectations as you nod for him, swallowing down your nerves. Even if it doesn’t work this time, it’ll be okay, you’ll be oka -

The tip of his cock pushes past your entrance, and you gasp, eyes going wide. You both pause, staring at each other in an optimistic, full silence, breathing heavily.

You nod again, mouth agape. “More…” you whisper softly, taking a deep breath, trying to relax your body.

Joel smiles, pressing his hips into you the tiniest bit more. He still slides in with ease, the smallest pinch subsiding when he takes a beat, then pushes a little more, repeating the process a few times. You feel the stretch, the slight burn as your body adjusts, your mind racing at the miracle that’s occurring, barely even able to register it right now.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, starting to shake. Joel leans down to kiss you, a comforting move, but it only pushes his cock in another bit, making you gasp softly at the fullness.

To your shock, when he pulls back the sensation begins to near something pleasurable. “Sorry,” he quickly spits out, his concerned stare meeting yours.

“No. It’s good. A-again. Do that again.” You start to smile in earnest, a toothy grin that you can’t help but feel spread across your face.

“What… this?” he asks coyly, more overt with the thrust inwards as he pulls his lips into yours. He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in and kissing the sensitive skin there. “You’re so wet, so fuckin’ tight, baby. You feel incredible.”

You shudder underneath him, moaning softly as his words travel right to your core, burning with a new kind of eagerness you’ve never felt before. “You feel so good,” you echo back to him as you pant.

Joel starts to move, testing the waters with slow, steady movements. You keep breathing, terrified that any minute the ball will drop or this will have been a dream or some cruel trick your body is playing on you. But the sporadic bursts of discomfort subside with each new roll of Joel’s hips, blooming into something pleasurable and sweet, pulling up from deep inside of you.

Emotion bubbles to the surface before you can even tame it, your eyes brimming with tears when Joel bottoms out inside of you, pulling back and pushing in to the hilt again. It feels good, amazing even, to be so full of him, to celebrate this victory, even if only for today.

“Shit. Sweetheart, you’re okay, right? Are you hurting?” Joel freezes when he sees your watery eyes, every muscle coiled stiffly, his face screwed up in fear.

You shake your head, fighting the urge to sob, but Joel’s faithful, genuine concern puts you over the edge. Tears spill, rolling down your cheeks in profound little streaks, every bit of your frustration and pain and anger from the last half of a year pouring out into this beautiful display of pure joy.

“I swear, I’m happy, I’m happy,” you cry out, immediately cradled in Joel’s arms.

“Good,” Joel breathes out in relief. “You’re happy, I’m the happiest fuckin’ guy in the world.”

His words make the tears flow faster, but you start to laugh amidst it all. “Stop making me cry harder!” you chastise him, hugging him tightly around the neck.

“Joel…” you say after a long, tender embrace, the two of you soaking it in. His cock still throbs inside of you, reminding you of the pleasure you’d started to chase moments ago, lost to the emotion of the moment.

“Hm?” he asks, pulling his head from where it had been buried in the crook of your to look at you.

“Please fuck me now.”

He grins, the movement lighting up his entire face with a lusty glow before he eagerly crashes his lips with yours again. When you see his eyes again, you swear they’re a shade darker, his cheeks tinged with the color of desire. Low and gravelly, he finally speaks.

“Grab your god damned vibrator, sweetheart.”

to answer your 💌 my writing process is a little all over the place! i used to write mostly linearly, that was what worked for me and i kind of thought of everything in order. but lately i have been doing a bit more doc hopping when i get stuck. maybe writing a later scene that i have ideas for and feel like it's more fleshed out or going back and polishing older paragraphs and such. i definitely am not a big outliner and plotter, which i'd like to get better about! but mostly everything just lives in my head and gets blobbed onto the doc once i have time to write it, which sometimes leaves things forgotten hehe

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zepskies · 1 day ago

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Yayyyy!! Welcome about the 1940s train, my friend!! I know how much you share my love of historical fiction/AU. 😘

Here we go -- diving into your lovely amazing comments. 😎

Right off the bat we get the classic and hilarious brother dynamic between the two of them. And of course, Dean being Dean. He just couldn't resist. 🙄 Not to mention the fact that Sam literally gave Dean a list of things to do in NYC other than bother him 😂

Lolll we gotta get into that first, right? I thought the best way to set the scene would be to establish the bro relationship here -- how this version of Sam and Dean are exactly the same...and how they're a bit different. 😬 (exactly on that list! lmfao)

I love this little bit of world-building, because right off the bat you are introducing little things that will divide Sam and Dean. It builds the scene, shapes the characters, and introduces the idea that, yes both men enlisted, but at the same time there are other sides/fronts to the war and those experiences shaped these two men in different ways. I also like that you made them be in different places in the military, because their personalities are so different and it fits that Dean was the one who saw combat and has a little bit of shell-shock, but then you see Sam who is able to keep a stable job and merges well into the hustle and bustle of NYC.

Thank youuuuu I was hoping someone would pick up on all of this. 😭😭 I thought it would be interesting to apply Sam's intelligence literally in Intelligence. It was an interesting and necessary facet of the war. Without the spies and Intelligence efforts on the Allied side, we wouldn't have won the war.

But in this story, it would also provide that contrast with how Sam experienced the war and how Dean did, with him being what we think of when we think of a soldier, coming out of all of this with shell shock and more than a few scars -> something the movies of the '40s tended to gloss over. 🥲

"He'd met quite a few girls this week, but he hadn't seen a lady like you in quite some time." I'm dying with this line. I love it so much. Oh boy... I already feel like this fic is going to destroy me in the best way.

AGAIN - another line I hoped someone would enjoy. 💗 Dean's been messing around with a lot of "girls," but this here's a lady. 😘

Aww Sam 😭 I'm also dying that Dean walked her home, my word, what a man.

Sam's a Good Man, but so is Dean, in a more obvious flirtatious gesture of chivalry guy kind of way. 😅

You don't gotta ask what it's like sweet pea, you're gonna be out there soon enough with a ring on your left hand that actually MEANS SOMETHING to the man who gave it to you (DEAN)!

Ooooh girl, not you already getting red hot with your theories. 😜

Girl please be curious for all of us 🤣 But I will say I like that she still upholds her side of the marriage even though her husband is literally a human trash can filled with Raccoons. As Dean put it earlier, she's a lady.

Oh yeah, gotta have that spark of attraction, noticing those bowlegs!

And yes, that morality and how seriously she takes her vows is something that's still very much at the crux of this story, especially considering the times, where as a whole the nation had more religious and/or traditional values around marriage. Even though, obvious, adultery has been around since the beginning of time lmao. 🫠

Also I love that you made her a nurse and that she and Dean were in the same area, so they're able to connect on that level, and it's not just Dean being flirty. I think that giving the reader that particular background also will help her navigate how to help Dean, if she's seen other soldiers with shell-shock and PTSD.

Aw thank you!! They have some common ground, literally, even if they were in Normandy at different points during the war. And you're right, her being nurse is going to be a key character element going forward, with Dean and Michael.

Oh my sweet goodness she's the best. Did she stutter?! I think not!

Right?! That's def her mic drop moment! loll 🎙️

You know what Mike, if you keep talking you're gonna regret it. Your wife might be a lady, but Dean isn't. And Dean will go full Lorena Bobbitt on your ass while you're asleep for doing the twisted tango with another woman!! 😡🤣

LMFAO not Lorena Bobbitt!!!!! I'm deceasedddd. 💀💀💀

Alex this chapter was amazing! I can see how much research and hard work you put into it my talented friend! I can't wait to see what else is in store for Dean and this reader 🥰

Aww thank you, my lovely Lee. 🥹 Part 2 is about to drop tomorrow, so you'll see very soon!! (Or whenever you get to it lol) 💕

BETWEEN THE CITY & THE STARS - Part 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: In the fall of 1945, Dean is having a difficult time assimilating back into civilian life after the War. He’s visiting his brother Sam in New York City, where he’s beginning to build up his law firm. At two minutes to closing time, you interrupt their evening to solicit a solicitor. Your request? You need help in order to divorce your husband.

AN: My day tomorrow is going to be a bit packed, so I decided to release this a bit early for you guys! So here we go! The first chapter of yet another new series, my first ever 1940s AU. 🥰 I hope you have fun on this one, because I sure did. Again, very much inspired by The Clock (1945), starring Judy Garland and Robert Walker. 💜

Prompt for @jacklesversebingo: Historical Epic

Song Inspo: For this chapter it’s “Cry Me a River” by Ella Fitzgerald

Word Count: 3.9K

Tags/Warnings: Angst, mentions of cheating, PTSD, historical tidbits

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Part 1: Legal Grounds

November 2, 1945

Dean idly read the pamphlet stacked with others on his brother’s desk, which advertised his new and successful enterprise.

Law Offices of Winchester, Bialystock & Bloom

What do you know? His brother had his own office, his own business, and his name on a pamphlet.

Dean couldn’t help but curl a finger around a steel ball on the abacus sitting at the head of the mahogany desk, right next to Sam’s nameplate.

He let it fly. The abacus began to clack as one ball hit the other.

Sam looked up from the deposition he was writing to give his brother a wry brow raise.

“So this is what you do, huh?” Dean remarked, crossing his arms.

Without his jacket, his suspenders were on display over his shoulders. His red pinstripe tie was still in place, but his white dress shirt was rolled up to the elbows. Meanwhile, his brother preferred to keep himself more presentable with his sleeves down to his wrists. Jacket on.

Dean glanced around the office, nodding at the line of bookshelves behind Sam, framing him as the bookish academic he’d always been. There was limited seating in here though, just a spare chair in front of the desk, and another to the right of it. Dean stood on the opposite side.

“If you’re bored, all you have to do is say so,” Sam said. “Which is strange, considering we’re smack dab in the middle of a city that never sleeps.”

He was right, Dean could concede. His little brother had given him a veritable list of things to do in New York City: visit the park, go to the zoo, see a picture show, visit a nightclub, or sample a host of restaurants that Sam knew Dean would probably enjoy.

He’d seen a lot of this place in the week that he’d been here visiting Sam, but a good deal of it he’d either spent alone, or with any willing young lady Dean came across, thanks to the demands of this office. If he was honest, entertaining young ladies was eating into the wallet in his trouser pocket, and the hustle and bustle was starting to be a little much for him.

“You don’t get tired of it?” Dean asked, gesturing to the out there beyond them. “The, uh…the lights, the noise, all the people?”

Sam picked his head up from his paperwork to consider the question. “No, I like it. Keeps my mind busy, and…I guess it makes me feel alive, you know?”

Dean supposed he could understand that, so he nodded.

Sam wasn’t fooled though. He thought he could tell what was running through his brother’s head, watching him fidget, and turn his head a bit sharply when a bus honked loudly outside the office’s glass doors as it thundered past.

It had only been two months since the end of the war. Two months since he and Dean met back in their family home in Lawrence, Kansas after three years fighting on two different fronts, in two different countries.

Both of them had enlisted, but Sam had spent most of his time in London while he was deployed, helping British Intelligence. Dean had clawed his way out of Normandy, and later, out of the Ardennes—the last offensive before the end.

Their experiences might as well have been worlds apart, but one thing remained the same: it had been three years in which neither brother knew if they’d see each other again.

Now, Sam saw the signs. Dean seemed a bit jumpy, overstimulated, but willing to be here to spend a little more time with Sam before he went back home. Guilt prickled in Sam’s gut.

“I’ve got some work here to finish up, but afterwards let’s go to dinner,” he suggested. “Maybe see a show?”

Dean’s lips flickered at a smile. “You’re burning both ends of the candle. You know that, right?”

Sam opened his mouth to reply, when there was a knock on one of the glass doors—at the entrance to the small building. Their heads turned, and through the open door of his office, they spotted you standing there in the evening light. You wore a wide-brimmed hat on your head and a scarf underneath, wrapped over your hair and under your chin to shield your face. You knocked again with a hand covered by a leather glove, more persistently.

Cocking his head in confusion, Sam stood from his desk and left the room to let you in. Dean hung back and sat on the corner of the desk to wait. He withdrew a cigarette from the pack and a lighter from his pocket as he did so, but he heard you talking with his brother by the door.

“I’m sorry. We’re closed, miss,” Sam informed you.

“It’s still two minutes until closing. At least, according to my watch.”

“…Well, I suppose you’ve got me there.”

“So can I come in? I need to speak to a lawyer.”

“You sure it can’t wait until tomorrow?”

“I’m afraid it can’t, sir.” Your tone was firm, and it more than implied that you wouldn’t be moved. Sam paused then, perhaps to take a steeling breath.

“All right. Come with me, please.”

You later followed behind him through the hallway and into the office. With a lit cigarette between his fingers, his arms crossed, Dean took note of you. He subtly glanced down at your crème-colored blouse, neatly tucked into the long, burgundy skirt (with lipstick to match), your modest, classy heels, and the way you wore your hair. His brows subtly raised. He’d met quite a few girls this week, but he hadn’t seen a lady like you in quite some time.

Should’ve shaved this morning. The thought was accompanied by the way he swiped a subtle hand over his prickly chin.

You gave him a cursory glance in turn, and offered a polite, “Hello.”

He stood from the desk and switched his cigarette to his other hand, so he could shake yours.

“Hey there. Dean Winchester,” he said. He offered a smile with no small amount of charm. “Pleased to meet you…”

You dutifully gave him your first name only. He found that a little strange, but you soon slipped your hand out of his and focused on the nameplate on the desk, followed by Sam himself.

“So you’re brothers,” you realized. “Do you work together?”

Dean scoffed. “Nope, I’m just here to distract him.”

Sam tossed him a sidelong glance. There was a subtle edge of bitter truth in there somewhere, and you didn’t seem to miss it. You looked between the two men, a hint wary.

“Well, as I said, I’m here to speak to the solicitor,” you said.

“That would be me,” Sam nodded. He went to his desk and sat down behind it, gesturing for you to do the same in front of him. You obliged him, smoothing your hands down your skirt once you were seated. “How can I help you?”

You met his eyes with a directness that surprised him a little.

“I want to divorce my husband,” you said.

To say it shocked the room would be an understatement. Behind you, Dean gave his brother a pair of raised brows. Sam didn’t allow himself to react too much in order to remain professional, but he still tilted his head, blinking, before he focused on you again.

“What’s your husband’s name?” he asked.

“Michael. Michael Milligan.”

“Why do you want a divorce, Mrs. Milligan?”

Here, your gaze fell to the folded hands in your lap.

“I have reason to believe he’s been unfaithful,” you quietly replied.

Once again, there was a pregnant pause.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sam said. His sympathy was genuine, because he could see the way you’d hesitated to say the words, like they embarrassed you, shamed you, and saddened you all at once.

“But I have to ask,” he added, “do you have proof?”

Dean glanced his way, his brow raising once again. Sam knew what he was thinking, just as he saw how you frowned as well. But there was a reason why he asked, and it wasn’t to be unkind.

You sighed. “What kind of proof?”

“Pictures. Letters. A witness. Something of legal standing that we can use as leverage and as grounds to grant you a divorce, whether he wants it or not,” Sam said.

You let out another heavy breath through your nose. “No, I don’t have anything like that.”

“Then what makes you so sure he’s steppin’ out?” Dean chimed in. By now he was leaning against the wall, off to the side where he could smoke with the window cracked open. It let in the sounds of cars and distant honking, people traversing the sidewalks.

You turned in your seat to give him a tight look. “If you must know, there’ve been…signs. I won’t trouble you with the details, but I’m sure.”

You met Dean’s gaze, and then Sam’s firmly.

“So will you help me?” you asked him. Sam nodded.

“Yes, I’ll look into your husband and try to find some evidence of his…extracurricular affairs.”

Your lips pursed. “And how long will it take?”

Since you were being so direct, Sam levelled you with honesty.

“It may take time,” he said. “Realistically, we’re looking at months, even after I find what we need… It would be easier to legally separate.”

You had been slowly deflating the more he spoke, but now your expression became stony.

“Mr. Winchester,” you began. “I don’t want to just be separated. I don’t want to live in our apartment, let alone share his bed or wear his last name.”

Despite your best efforts, your voice began to shake. Tears welled up and stung in your eyes.

“I don’t want anything from him, other than his signature on the damn papers,” you said. “The case is that I can no longer tolerate that man in my sight, much less in my life. Will you help me? Or should I look for another lawyer who will actually do his job.”

Sam and Dean shared a glance. For his part, Dean couldn’t remember the last time he heard a woman curse. Despite your outburst, the tears clinging to your lashes stirred both men.

“I understand, Mrs. Milligan,” Sam said. “I’ll help you. Don’t worry.”

He began to look for his handkerchief, but you retrieved one of your own from your purse and quickly dabbed at your eyes, sniffling. You were embarrassed.

“What about your fee?” you said, withdrawing your checkbook. “I, um…I have a little money stashed away. I’ve always worked, you see.”

Sam nodded and went over what his rate would be going forward. Once the two of you came to an agreement, you signed the first check right then and there, even though he felt bad for even taking it from you.

You were still sniffling, and twice you dabbed under your eyes to make sure your face was dry. When you handed over the check, your hands shook, just a little. Sam wouldn’t tell you that he discounted his usual rate.

Again, he mentioned that he would need some time first to investigate your husband and begin collecting evidence for your case. He asked you for any documents you could safely bring him of your finances, for example. You agreed to do an investigation of your own.

“Just be careful,” Dean cautioned. He was getting an idea of what kind of man your husband was, but Dean couldn’t be too sure of what the man was capable of. He’d hate to hear of a girl like you getting hurt over a few papers.

Dean put out the bud of his cigarette on the ashtray lying on the windowsill. He pushed off the wall to approach where you and Sam were getting to your feet. You gave Dean a nod of acknowledgement.

“I will,” you agreed. “Thank you both. I’m sorry I’ve taken up so much of your time, but I’ll be heading home now.”

“Did you take a bus or a taxi?” Sam asked.

“Oh, I walked,” you replied, and you checked your watch as you gathered up your purse. You headed for the coatrack, but Dean got there first, helping you into your beige wool coat. It went nicely with the burgundy you had on, namely on your painted lips.

“Thank you,” you said to him, but you still didn’t smile. You were a hint demurer now. It seemed with Sam’s promised help, the fire had dimmed behind your eyes and your tongue.

“How about I give you an escort, make sure you get home okay?” Dean found himself offering. “It’s getting pretty late on a Friday.”

Sam shot him a knowing look, but Dean ignored him, instead focusing on your face.

You hesitated. “It’s a bit far though. Out of your way, I’m sure.”

“All the more reason that you shouldn’t go it alone at this time of night,” he argued.

You considered his offer, and him, with a quick perusal. You seemed to be judging for yourself if he was trustworthy. Dean kept his posture straight, yet relaxed. Maybe he’d liked what he saw the moment he took you in, but after hearing your situation, he felt for you. It really was just an honest offer to walk you home.

“Where did you serve?” you asked. “The Army, the Navy, or the Air Forces?”

The question took him off guard for a beat, but he answered you.

“The Army,” he replied.

“Your rank?”

“I was a sergeant, ma’am.”

You looked at him a little more shrewdly, then you relaxed.

“I might’ve guessed,” you said. “All right, Sergeant. Let’s go then.”

You buttoned up your coat and turned to leave the office. Dean shot his little brother a raise of his brows and a what do ya know? kind of smile. He grabbed his dark brown jacket and hat and followed you out.

Sam’s smile was more reserved, with a shake of his head. He closed the door behind you and Dean and locked it. He still had some work he wanted to finish before tomorrow, and Dean’s little show of chivalry would give him time to do it.

Dean had his hands in his coat pockets as he walked with you down the long city sidewalk. Night had drawn into the November sky, but with all these lights, he couldn’t see many stars. It was also cold as all hell. The frigid wind slapped at him every time they turned the corner of a building, snapping right into his bones.

Still, he supposed there was a kind of attractiveness to the city at night. The stores and their signs were all lit up gold and other neon colors. Couples and families walked together, all done up nice for wherever dinner reservation or movie they were trying to get to. It begged the question of what your husband was doing right now if he didn’t notice his wife out at this time of night.

“Where’s your husband tonight, if I might ask?” said Dean.

You shot him a look, reading between his lines.

“He claims to be working late virtually every night of the weekdays,” you said, “but he usually comes home stinking of alcohol.” Your eyes dimmed, even with the pretty lights shining in them. “He was in the Army as well. A corporal. He’s had a hard time adjusting to being back home, and I know that… He doesn’t sleep very well. And do you know, he had a hard time finding work for a while too. Luckily, he has his father’s business to fall back on.”

Dean tried not to show how much your words resonated with him. He didn’t think it a good thing to have common ground with your husband, if he was the kind of man you said he was.

“Yeah? What’s his business?” he asked.

“He manages a meat production plant, of all things,” you said.

“Ah, located in the Meat Packing District, I presume?”

“You’d presume right.”

Dean nodded. “I get it. I inherited the family home back in Lawrence. I just need to figure out what’s next.”

“Lawrence?”

“Kansas.”

“Oh, the Midwest,” you inclined your head. “What’s it like there?”

Dean scoffed. “Dusty.”

You almost laughed at that. At least it earned him your first smile of the night.

“Do you have an idea of what you’ll do for work?” you asked.

Dean chuckled. “Not just yet. Didn’t plan that far, you know?”

“Why not?” you asked.

“Hmm. Guess I didn’t see the point,” he replied with a mild shrug. It hid a deeper, darker well inside him. The part of him that hadn’t thought he’d make it back home after the war.

You turned to him then, and you saw it behind his eyes. The two of you walked in silence for a little while as the neighborhood blocks began to shift and change, becoming somewhat quieter, more residential. Dean put himself between you and the sidewalk when a taxi zoomed by too close to the curb, resting a hand on the small of your back for protection.

Part of you trilled inside at the small touch, but you immediately beat that reaction down. Dean Winchester was an attractive man, to be sure. His hair was a lighter brown than his brother’s, and shorter too. He had an air of roguishness about him, even though he’d been perfectly pleasant so far.

But by the way he eyed you when you came into the law office, you had a strong feeling he was a flirt. You had no room for that in your life, and not only because you were still a married woman.

Yet, there was something about him that…well, made you curious.

“I was a nurse,” you said eventually, earning his attention. “I was there when they liberated Paris.”

Dean turned to you with newfound interest lighting his green eyes. “You were at Normandy.”

You nodded. “For a while. Almost a year before D-Day.”

Dean let out a short, if humorless chuckle, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, that’s where I was. At that time, at least,” he said. You gave him a similar look; respect, and perhaps finding a kindred spirit.

“I did what I could do before, during, and afterwards,” you said. “I think that’s all we can do now, Mr. Winchester.”

“Call me Dean,” he said. “If you like.”

A second smile almost tugged at your lips. You nodded in agreement.

“Dean,” you said.

In another ten minutes, he was walking you up to your porch at your apartment building. You travelled up the four small steps, while Dean stopped at the second one. For the first time, you had the vantage point above him as you turned on your heel to face him. You were about to thank him when he shook his head, scoffing.

“This guy must be dumb, deaf, and blind, sweetheart,” he said.

Your face warmed in a blush, and you gave a rueful smile when you realized what he meant. He was looking up at you like someone who couldn’t understand your plight. You knew the feeling.

“That’s kind of you, but you don’t have to do that,” you said.

His brows furrowed. “Do what?”

“Try to make me feel better,” you said, scuffing the toe of your sensible heels against the brick platform. Dean crossed his arms.

“Why not?” he asked.

“Because the fact of the matter is, Sergeant, words don’t move me anymore.” You picked up your gaze from the ground, and you met his. “Flattery is just a pretty way of lying, and I’ve grown to really, truly hate lying.”

It took him a moment, but Dean nodded.

“I guess that’s fair,” he said. He had to stop himself before he proved your point with a smart word on your pretty smile. Although, it wouldn’t have been a lie. He tipped his hat up. “Goodnight then, Mrs. Milligan.”

You stopped him from leaving with just your voice.

“Please,” you said, your eyes briefly closing. “Just…call me by my name. My first name.”

Dean slowly smiled. “Perfect. I like your name better anyway.”

This time, your smile in return was genuine, if tinged with amusement.

“Goodnight, Dean,” you replied.

He gave you a charming grin and a more casual soldier’s salute. Then he stuck his hands back in his pockets, turned on his heel, and began to walk back the way he came. You couldn’t help but watch him go for a second or two. His legs were slightly bowed under his slacks, you noticed.

With a blush, you shook your head to rid yourself of those silly thoughts. You closed the door.

That night, Michael came home late, as usual—this time at two in the morning. He reeked of alcohol, also per usual, but this time when he rolled over towards you in bed to say goodnight, you stiffened. He also smelled like a woman’s perfume. Expensive stuff.

This was one of those signs you hadn’t wanted to tell Sam Winchester. Frankly, it was crude and embarrassing.

“Sorry it’s so late, darling. Got held up,” he said, kissing your shoulder through your nightgown. His fingers played with the ends of your hair while you laid facing away from him.

You squeezed your eyes shut. You were fighting every instinct you had inside you that wanted to recoil from his touch and bolt out of the bed. When just a few months ago, his touch was all you craved, almost desperately so.

“Where were you?” you asked. Somehow, you kept your voice steady and calm. “You weren’t at the office all this time.”

“Had a couple of drinks with the guys after,” he said with a shrug. “Sorry. The night got away from us, but, uh…I’ll be home on time for dinner tomorrow.”

With your back turned to him, you were able to roll your eyes.

“What’d you make tonight, outta curiosity?” he asked.

“Egg salad sandwiches,” you replied flatly.

“Hmm. No real loss there then.”

Your teeth clenched. “If I thought you were actually going to be home when you said you would, maybe I would make a rump roast with all the fixings.”

Michael paused, but then, he grasped your shoulder, slowly turned you around in the bed until you were facing him. His face was sterner.

“Excuse me?”

You remained quiet. Your gaze travelled downwards, avoiding his.

Michael huffed, shaking his head. “Sometimes you got a real mouth on you. One of these days, you just might regret it.”

He turned his back on you, laying on his side. You did the same while trying to stem your tears.

When did this become your life?

AN: Oof, sorry for all that angst at the end there, but I hope you liked the first chapter! Did you enjoy soldier!Dean and soldier/lawyer!Sam? Do you want to find a dark alley for Michael yet? 😅

And are you ready for what's coming up next? 😘

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Dean both could and couldn’t believe it. He might not have been a saint himself when it came to the fairer sex, but if he went through the whole ordeal of marrying one, let alone a straight-shooting woman like you, beautiful, clever…

“Geez,” he muttered. “He could’ve at least waited until the ink dried on the certificate.”

Sam nodded in agreement. He picked up the receipt to the Cotton Club, and he shot his brother a grin.

“Wanna go to the club tonight?”

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Pet Me Instead

My second humble tiny contribution to jayvik nation!

general audiences! fluff and tension resolved with a hug :')

word count: 1,8K

summary: another one from @mithrava's HCs - Viktor's cane + Jayce's shin = a love story, a little bit tweaked. @mithrava darling this is for u!

Cross-posted on AO3

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Jayce knows that most things happen for a reason. There are some mild exceptions, maybe, though he doubts it—but he’s willing to accept the possibility. Reluctantly. So when their peaceful coexistence in the lab is interrupted by a painful yet completely accidental snap of Viktor’s cane against his shin, he chalks it up to the law of entropy.

It’s entirely believable that Viktor gets distracted, that sometimes he lacks grace, and that his cane landed on Jayce’s sensitive spot purely by chance. Which it did. Jayce doesn’t know this for sure—only suspects. Or rather, believes, because if there’s one thing he’s certain of, it’s that people start with good intentions. And there is no bad intention in Viktor.

Viktor, on the other hand, knows for sure that it was an accident, for which he apologized almost immediately after noting Jayce’s sharp hiss and the way his face twisted in mild pain. But then, Viktor also noted something else—how Jayce’s face lit up after the apology. And he wasn’t entirely sure whether it was the apology itself or Viktor’s hand on Jayce’s shoulder that made his partner perk up so hopelessly. But in that moment, he decided the matter warranted further research.

And as it was a curious mind above all else that rested between Viktor’s ears, he devised a plan that would allow his research to continue unnoticed. He had to introduce variables—ones that would, undoubtedly, broaden the scope of his results. So at first, he gave the cane a rest. Long enough for Jayce to forget the incident entirely. Instead, he opted for a glass of water accidentally spilled over Jayce’s notes. An over-sweetened coffee placed in Jayce’s hands with a sickeningly innocent, “Forgive me, I must have gotten distracted. Let me get you another one.” And, of course, a hand on Jayce’s shoulder—for good measure.

“Oh no, V, it’s alright. It’s not so bad, I’ll drink it,” Jayce says, his fingers fidgeting with his pen, ready to shoot up and rest on Viktor’s hand. His pupils dilate, his mouth parts before curving into a smile—and Viktor makes a thorough note of it. Mental, of course, as his experiment is still a secret.

And just to push it a little bit further, Viktor holds Jayce’s gaze for a moment too long and gives his shoulder a firm squeeze before saying, “Alright. I will be more careful next time.” Then, he turns before Jayce can say anything else, but he still catches the faint hitch of breath behind him. Noted.

Viktor spaces out his attempts, waiting about three days between each one. Sometimes four, to avoid making Jayce too suspicious—after all, underestimating his partner is the last thing he would do.

The next time, he returns to his original method, using his cane again. But this time, he changes his approach—while walking past Jayce, he presses the bottom of his cane firmly onto his foot. As expected, Jayce winces. This time, a small ow follows.

Jayce’s reaction is immediate—his shoulders tense, his lips part like he’s about to curse, but then he catches himself, eyes flicking up to Viktor instead. Viktor tilts his head, the very picture of mild concern.

“Oh dear,” he says, tone as light as ever. “That was careless of me.”

Jayce exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “It’s fine, V. Just—maybe look where you’re going?”

Viktor hums, nodding agreeably as if he is making a very serious mental note. And then, for good measure, he presses the tip of his cane against the floor just beside Jayce’s boot before shifting his weight off of it. A near miss.

Jayce blinks down at it, then back at Viktor, brow furrowing just slightly. But when Viktor rests a hand on his forearm, thumb tracing a brief, thoughtful arc, the furrow smooths.

“I will,” Viktor assures him, voice quiet. Then, just to push it a little bit further, he lets his fingers linger before pulling away, already turning back to his work.

He doesn’t need to see Jayce’s face to know he’s watching him. Noted.

What Viktor doesn’t take note of is that Jayce is beginning to suspect something. So, as the scientist that he is, Jayce decides to play along. Moreover, he decides to conduct his own research.

The next time Viktor executes one of his unintentionally intentional moves, Jayce is—more or less—ready. This time, it’s an innocent, fairly gentle snap of Viktor’s cane against his ankle, not strong enough to hurt but strong enough to be noticed. So, Jayce climbs the mountain of his never-before-explored acting talent and exclaims with a voice so pathetic that it startles Viktor, his eyes going wide, his measured movements turning instinctive.

“Jayce, are you alright?” he asks, visibly worried that he might have actually hurt Jayce. His hand slides down to Jayce’s shin while the other is already unrolling his sock to assess the damage.

And that’s about as much acting as Jayce can manage, because his breath immediately hitches, his cheeks bloom in a burning blush, and his voice hiccups in his throat.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he says weakly, pulling Viktor’s hand off him. And now, somehow, they’re holding hands—awkwardly—Viktor staring at Jayce, Jayce staring anywhere but Viktor.

“You just… hit a spot, that’s all. I’m fine,” Jayce mutters, letting go of Viktor’s hand, which remains suspended in midair where Jayce held it a second ago.

Viktor clears his throat. “I am very sorry. I will be more careful.”

“It’s fine, V, really. I’m fine,” Jayce says, sounding utterly unconvincing. And of that, Viktor makes the most thorough note and decides to put his research into a halt. Or rather, change the nature of it.

Instead of the initial brutality, which in the long run, Viktor decides was rather cruel, he opts for a more gentle method. So, from now on, he gets Jayce’s attention with delicate nudges, rather than accidental snaps. He makes them look as unbothered as he can, but there is a certain difference between an accidental hit and intentional nudge, no matter how absent-minded it is made to look.

And Jayce’s reaction is remarkable. He starts touching Viktor more often—absently, deliberately, effortlessly. Instead of answering his taunts with words, he rests a warm hand on the nape of Viktor’s neck, humming out a low “hmm?” rather than asking outright. It derails Viktor’s thoughts completely, making him forget what he wanted in the first place.

Worse still, Jayce stays unbearably close, lingering in his space with an ease that Viktor finds both infuriating and intriguing. His arm hooks around the loop of Viktor’s cane, anchoring himself there like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And it makes Viktor feel… nice. Strange, too. An unfamiliar warmth coils low in his stomach, something he can’t quite place.

But being the man he is, he decides—begrudgingly—that his own experiment has turned against him. And so, in a rare act of surrender, Viktor deems it a failure and abandons it completely.

Until one day, Viktor is so exhausted—his mind fogged from yet another night of criminally little sleep—that he actually, truly accidentally clips Jayce’s shin again.

And that does it. Jayce, equally sleep-deprived and running low on patience, snaps. “V, what is wrong with you?”

Viktor, caught off guard, blinks at him, entirely confused. But then he sees the way Jayce grips his leg, and panic sets in. He rushes to check the damage, mumbling frantic apologies. “I am so sorry—I truly did not mean it—let me see—”

Jayce just sighs, watching Viktor fuss over him, hands warm and careful as he rubs at the spot, trying to soothe the bruise before it even blooms. And then, in a tone so exasperated it borders on fond, Jayce mutters, “You’re so smart. I thought you’d already figured out it’s better to pet me than hit me.”

“W-What?” Viktor stutters. Outright stutters, as if caught in the act—except the act itself is now far removed from its original intention. If there had even been an intention at all. So he just stares at Jayce, stupidly, cold sweat dampening the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“I prefer the other method, if I have the right to decide at all,” Jayce says quietly, offering Viktor a weak smile. “It was nice.”

And Viktor has no idea what comes over him when his chair rolls closer to Jayce’s and his hand cups Jayce’s cheek. Barely—there’s still just enough space for a few atoms to squeeze between his fingers and Jayce’s skin. But the warmth is there, and Jayce exhales—a sigh that is almost relieved, as if that simple touch fixes the pain in his leg and everywhere else.

“Like this?” Viktor asks quietly, eyes fixed on Jayce’s lips as they curve into a shy smile.

“Yeah, like this,” Jayce murmurs, his voice softer than before, almost dazed.

Viktor swallows, his own breath slightly unsteady. “And what about this?” His hand drifts to the nape of Jayce’s neck, fingers threading through his hair, dragging slowly. The strands are warm beneath his fingertips, soft in contrast to the faint prickle of Jayce’s skin where his touch lingers.

Jayce hums—a low, pleased sound—and a barely perceptible shiver runs down his spine. “This is nice too,” he admits, his eyes fluttering shut as he tilts his head into Viktor’s touch. His breathing slows, his shoulders slacken, and for a moment, he looks so content that Viktor forgets himself, forgets why he started this in the first place.

He lingers, watching how Jayce reacts, how the faintest tinge of pink dusts his cheeks, how his fingers twitch slightly on the armrest as if debating whether to reach out. The warmth of Jayce’s skin seeps into his palm, settling somewhere deeper in his chest than he cares to acknowledge.

And then, before he can let himself sink any further, Viktor pulls back. The absence of his touch makes Jayce’s eyes blink open, hazy with something unreadable.

Viktor leans back in his chair, adopting a contemplative tone as if the past few seconds hadn’t altered something between them. “Alright,” he muses, a teasing lilt creeping back into his voice, “I might be willing to change my methods then.”

And then, Jayce does something unexpected. He leans over his chair, arms wrapping around Viktor’s frame, pulling him flush against his chest. Viktor’s breath catches, startled, but before he can react, Jayce presses his nose into Viktor’s neck, nuzzling gently, ignoring the faint protest that escapes Viktor’s lips.

It’s completely surprising for Viktor, this boldness, but he doesn’t pull away. He stays there, frozen for a moment, feeling the warmth of Jayce’s embrace, the steady beat of his heart against his chest. Jayce hums softly into Viktor’s hair, a sound that vibrates against Viktor’s skin. “That would be nice,” he murmurs quietly, his voice muffled but undeniably content. “Thank you.”

#viktor arcane #viktor fanfic #arcane #arcane fanfic #my writing #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #viktor nation #jayce x viktor #jayvik #jayvik fanfic #jayvik nation #jayvik fluff

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Your jockeyposting has enthralled me (certified non-horse girl) and made me curious—how much familiarity do jockeys have with the horses they’re riding? Is it normal for a given horse to have a Long Term Jockey or are the jockeys like. Called up a week before and asked to race a horse they’ve never met? (& interested to hear any Killy lore related to this)

Thank you so much! (In reference to Killie the jockey OC and random posting about horse racing more generally.)

In general, racehorses never have a long-term or even a repeat jockey, and vice-versa! Jockeys usually aren’t familiar with the horses at all.

There are three main situations where they might be, though; if they’re retained, if they’re nepo babies generational and have a trainer in the family, or if they’re amateurs having fun. So with apologies for making a really long post, I’ve structured this as a writing reference.

Retained Jockeys

Killie’s a retained jockey for a stable (very unusual - not many jockeys are good enough, and not many stables have the resource to employ one) and he and Thunder share an especially eccentric owner who likes to watch them paired up.

And hey, if we were unbelievably ultra-rich people with no moral compass, “putting Killie and Thunder in a jar and shaking them together, briskly, to see what happens” would be a fairly legitimate hobby.

I’m not an expert or personally involved in the industry, so if you were thinking of doing some writing in the setting yourself, a starting point for a retained jockey’s life is this “day in the life” video, of champion flat jockey William Buick, TW for discussion of weight.

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Generational

Jockeys may handle horses as family businesses. In real life, “racing dynasties” are influential. A very lucky jockey, retiring in middle age with piles of winnings, often wishes to become a trainer; especially prosperous ones buy a stable operation, move in their family, use their reputation and connections to get owners to send them horses, and start chucking their own children on the horses as a source of labour. The children grow up, stick around home, and naturally keep getting chucked on horses for their day job. Next thing you know, you have a lot of grandkids and horses around the place, so you might as well keep going with it. Everyone pretty much lives at Grandad’s stable together, and then you get cousins scuffling on the day job like this:

That’s how Killie grew up, as the result of several generations of jockeys becoming trainers producing jockeys. but moving to a retained post was both a) the only logical move if it’s offered, and b) an escape from his parents, who are astonishingly awful. and if you are that kind of nepo baby, like Killie, it makes so much sense to flee the country (move to the uk and constantly pretend you’ve just dropped your phone in a horse’s water bucket, glubglubglub, BYE MA.)

Press “keep reading” for the amateurs and then what everyone else is doing.

Generational steeplechase jockey Jonjo O’Neill Jr does a day in his life here. he knows the horses and is doing admin, management and stable work … at his family’s massive operation.

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Amateurs

Finally, in the UK, you can ride as an amateur jockey - usually in types of lowkey local steeplechases, like “point to point” - and basically anyone can do this. horse racing is fun, but you need a license to do it with other people, and the license remains incompatible with owning a registered racehorse. So technically your best friend could share a horse with you, in all but paperwork, and they could be the trainer and you could be the amateur jockey, and you could wrangle your way into actual races with a horse that you knew. It wouldn’t work very well as a day job (the horse would only race like 2x a month, netting you like £300 a month out of your friend’s pocket, plus the absurd costs of transporting/entering everyone) but if you were writing a crazy story in which some good friends and their pet racehorse decide to make it rich, that’s how you could do it.

Everyone else

Everyone else (including generational jockeys whose grandfathers didn’t have the foresight to establish a proper dynasty) just scrabbles around.

Most races aren’t high-stakes! There are a lot of basic boring races every day. (though, if you ask jockeys, there is apparently never quite enough work.)

horses might live at the stable of their owner but more commonly their trainer (some owners are both).

Jockeys cannot own racehorses themselves.

In the UK racecourses are randomly scattered around the country, usually hours away from each other. They all usually have several races every day.

Jockeys in the UK are paid £157.90 for Flat jockeys and £214.63 for jumps riders per race. They get this flat rate for everyone, whether they’re experienced or not! Their expenses are fairly high, and as freelancers they have to cover them all. The real attraction pay-wise is that they get a “cut of the purse” (percentage of prize money) if they win first, second or third place in a race. It’s a small percentage that they have to share with their agent, but there are sometimes some super-big stakes, where you can earn your year’s wages all at once.

Of course, you need to be piloting a pretty good horse in a high-stakes race to have a shot at that.

jockeys are a rare professional athlete that work every day, and they want (but are never guaranteed to get) a few rides every day. This usually means travelling across the UK constantly every day.

Racehorses usually only race once a week or less. They definitely don’t “work” as often! Their schedules rarely match up to jockeys. Driving them around the place is also a huge pain.

Jockeys live all over, and most of them are known to spend several times more hours driving between jobs than they ever spend sitting on horses. They get up very early each day, often “riding out” (doing early morning horse exercise) for trainers before hitting the road, often driving for several hours between races. This has been flagged in many sports medicine papers as one of their many wellbeing risks.

At any rate, with hundreds of jockeys travelling randomly around the country, getting injured and suspended and with stats fluctuating constantly, trainers work through agents to book jockeys - often not getting the one they want.

There are also considerations like trainer suddenly deciding they want to get a different (better) rider instead, leading to the one they booked getting “jocked off”.

All of everyone’s stats, from horses to jockeys, are publicly available, and everyone can study them obsessively. Trainers will request jockeys who have attractive stats - that’s not just “winning” stats, but weight/strategy/experience that might match the horse (+ terrain + conditions, etc). In their turn, jockeys with better options may turn down an offer of a horse with terrible form (I.e. a big loser, or a dangerous animal, or one that looks incredibly dodgy in race videos.)

Often trainers try to get the same jockey for their horse, but in all this chaos it’s not always possible, and everyone has to constantly pursue their own best interests.

Particularly winning jockeys and particularly influential trainers may gradually come together in working relationships, and as a horse gradually emerges as a favourite and the stakes rise, you’ll start to see it working more often with the same people. For example, in the Grand National, the jockeys will probably know the horses.

In conclusion, it’s common for the first time the jockey touches the horse to be when they’re thrown on top of it, prior to the race.

They get around this by studying form (race statistics), watching videos of the horse, and of course speaking to the trainer about their desires/instructions/strategy.

OKAY that is the MOST information that I could possibly have given!! I don’t know why I know all this!!! Thanks!!

#jockeyposting 🏇#Killie #I’m not recommending you watch these videos because they’re quite boring and I hate watching videos myself #but I would feel bad if I wasn’t including primary sources when discussing someone else’s day job #also in the William Buick one at 11:45 you get to see him making himself into a popsicle #and the light leaves his eyes which is very amusing #I was also like URGG should I talk about Godolphin or not #and decided this was already too much work but we. GODOLPHIN. they’re untouchable.#they have unlimited resources because royal billionaire. there you go.

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nameless-jamie · 2 days ago

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hi 👋 I thought of an idea for your valentine’s day prompt list, if you don’t mind. 😇🤭 maybe the reader has a strong hatred for valentine’s day, and now that the reader has a boyfriend (jamie ofc), he tries to go all out for the reader, the whole nine yards. he tries to convince her that the holiday isn’t so bad after all. lots of fluff!!! love ur blog and ur pieces ofc!

Love Actually (Kinda Sucks)

Valentine's Day Special - Day 4 (2|2)

Jamie Tartt x girlfriend reader

Masterlist Valentine' Special

TW: cursing, kissing

A/N: Hi I like you request so much I've turned this whole day into a two valentines day story day!

Valentine’s Day was a scam.

That had always been Y/N’s stance. A holiday designed to trick people into thinking love could be measured in chocolates, overpriced roses, and corny Hallmark cards. The forced romance, the fake gestures—it all felt insincere.

And Jamie knew this.

She had told him multiple times, with increasing intensity, that she wanted nothing to do with it.

“No Valentine’s Day shit,” she had warned a week ago, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Jamie had raised his hands in mock surrender, grinning. “No Valentine’s Day shit.”

“You mean it?”

“Babe.” He had placed a solemn hand over his heart. “Swear on me mum’s life.”

And yet.

On the morning of February 14th, Y/N woke to the smell of something burning.

Of course, Jamie Tartt never did anything the easy way.

Her eyes snapped open. She sat up, already feeling dread settle in her stomach. She barely had time to process before she heard Jamie’s voice—muffled, followed by the distinct sound of something clattering to the floor.

She groaned, dragging herself out of bed and making her way to the kitchen.

Jamie stood in the kitchen, frowning at a pan filled with what could possibly have once been food. He had an apron tied around his waist—her apron, just an apron, the one that said Kiss the Cook in obnoxiously large letters. Nothing else on!!!!!

He was, standing in front of the stove, furrowing his brows at his... attempt at breakfast. Smoke curled from the pan as Jamie prodded at a very, very charred pancake with a spatula.

"What the hell is that?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms.

He turned at the sound of her footsteps and broke into a wide grin. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe!”

Y/N blinked, unimpressed. “Jamie.”

“I know, I know,” he said, waving the spatula around like it was a magic wand. “You hate Valentine’s Day. But I just thought… maybe it don’t have to be so bad?”

“Jamie. We talked about this.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. "You literally repeated it back to me. ‘No Valentine’s Day shit.’”

“I remember,” he said, unbothered. “No Valentine’s Day shit. But I was thinkin’—what if it weren’t shit? What if it were just… nice?”

“Does this look nice to you?” She gave him a look. Then gestured at the pan. “Not off to a great start, are you?”

Jamie looked down at the burnt mess, then back at her. “Alright, so, breakfast might be a a little fucked. But the rest of the day? It’s gonna be brilliant, proper class, babe. Just trust me.”

“Jamie—”

“Nope,” he cut her off, tossing the spatula into the sink (where it almost landed correctly). “No arguing. Put on something comfy. We’re goin’ out.”

Y/N exhaled through her nose, already resigned to the fact that Jamie wasn’t going to let this go. And, as much as she wanted to protest… well, she was a little curious. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

Jamie grinned. “Not a chance.”

The day unfolded in a way she hadn’t expected.

She had expected something over the top—maybe a restaurant with a Valentine’s Day prix fixe menu or one of those grand romantic gestures that made her want to gag.

Instead, Jamie took her to the café she loved, the one tucked away on a quiet street with mismatched furniture and warm lighting. The barista greeted her by name, and Jamie didn’t even ask what she wanted—he just ordered it for her, exactly right.

Then, he dragged her into a bookstore, telling her to pick out whatever she wanted, even though he very obviously judged her taste in mystery novels.

Jamie, naturally, got distracted and ended up in the football section, but he made a big show of really thinking about what book he should get, flipping through pages with exaggerated nods.

“Babe,” he said, holding up a thick novel with a smirk. “I reckon I’ll start readin’ philosophy. Really get some depth to me.”

She snorted. “You? Reading philosophy?”

“Yeah, why not?” He flipped open the book, squinting at the text. “Bet I’d be well profound.”

“You don’t even read the teams group chat, Jamie.”

“Maybe that’s ‘cause the group chat’s full of nonsense.” He held up the book dramatically. “This is wisdom.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, Socrates, get the book.”

Jamie, looking very pleased with himself, added it to his pile. He even insisted on carrying all of her books, even though he kept dropping them.

After the bookstore, he took her to a cat café—despite the fact that he was mildly allergic. (which he kept reminding her every five minutes)

“These little fuckers are adorable,” he mumbled, stroking a particularly fluffy tabby that had made itself comfortable on his lap. His eyes were slightly watery, and he sniffled every few minutes.

Y/N watched him, something warm spreading in her chest.

Maybe—just maybe—she was starting to see where this was going.

The final surprise came when they got back to her apartment.

The living room had been transformed. Soft fairy lights twinkled along the walls, casting a warm glow over the couch, which was now covered in pillows and blankets. The coffee table was stacked with her favorite snacks, and next to the TV was a selection of movies.

Jamie plopped onto the couch, looking immensely pleased with himself. “Alright, last surprise—movie marathon. No rom-coms, I promise.”

Y/N blinked. “You actually listened?”

“‘Course I listened,” Jamie said, tugging her down onto the couch beside him. “Just ‘cause I think Valentine’s Day is kinda sweet don’t mean I gotta force it on ya.”

She stared at him.

Jamie, who had gone to a cat café despite his allergies. Jamie, who had let her wander a bookstore for an hour, carrying all her books without complaint. Jamie, who had—without saying it outright—spent the entire day showing her that love wasn’t about the clichés, the flowers, or the overpriced nonsense.

It was just about… this.

Him.

Them.

Her throat felt tight.

Maybe—just maybe—Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.

Jamie nudged her. “You alright, love?”

She swallowed, then sighed dramatically, covering up whatever that feeling was. “Fine. Let's watch one of those rom-coms you like, though. Gotta do it, it's Valentine's Day... But if one sappy unrealistic scene comes on, I’m turning it off.”

Jamie smirked. “Deal.”

BONUS:

At some point during the movie, Y/N must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, she was waking up to the feeling of Jamie’s fingers tracing gentle patterns along her arm. The screen was paused, casting a soft glow over the living room.

She shifted slightly, realizing she was fully curled into him, her head tucked against his chest, his arms securely around her.

Jamie noticed she was awake and murmured, “Hey, love.”

His voice was softer now, quieter, like he didn’t want to break whatever fragile moment had settled between them.

Y/N blinked sleepily. “Did I miss anything?”

Jamie grinned. “Yeah. Some bloke made a big speech about love or whatever. Real sappy stuff. You would’ve hated it.”

She scoffed, but it came out weaker than she intended.

Jamie hesitated for a second before tilting his head, studying her. “D’you really hate all this?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically careful.

She swallowed. She should say yes. That would be the simple answer, the easy answer.

But then she thought about the café. The bookstore. The way he had suffered through the cat café even though he was definitely still sniffling from it.

The way he had spent the entire day trying to show her—not with flowers or clichés, but with thoughtfulness—that love wasn’t about the holiday at all.

It was just about them.

She exhaled, her fingers tightening around the fabric of his hoodie. “I don’t hate this,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I just hate… what it’s supposed to be, you know? The pressure. The whole idea that one day of grand gestures is supposed to make up for the rest of the year.”

Jamie was quiet for a moment, then nodded. “I get that.”

She lifted her head slightly, looking up at him. “But… you’re different.”

His lips quirked into a small smile. “Yeah?”

She rolled her eyes, but there was no bite to it. “Don’t let it go to your head, Tartt.”

“Too late,” he said, grinning as he nudged her playfully. But then his voice softened again. “I just wanted to show you it don’t have to be all that stupid, performative shit. Just wanted to—y’know—make sure you knew you were loved.”

Her heart clenched.

Jamie, for all his arrogance, his teasing, his over-the-top nature, had never made love feel like something she had to perform for.

It had always just been there. Simple. Easy. Unspoken, but so obvious in the way he looked at her, in the way he held her like she was the most important thing in the world.

She swallowed hard, then reached up, cupping his jaw. “I do know,” she said quietly.

And then she kissed him.

Jamie made a soft noise of surprise, but it melted quickly into something softer, his arms pulling her in closer.

It wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was slow, warm, lingering—like he was savoring every second. Like he wanted to make sure she knew exactly what he was feeling.

When they finally pulled apart, Jamie rested his forehead against hers, his eyes half-lidded and dazed. “Dunno if I’ve ever been this jealous of a cat before,” he muttered, still slightly breathless.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“The cat,” Jamie said. “From earlier. He got to sit on your lap for, like, ages.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You absolute idiot.”

But Jamie was grinning, pulling her in again, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “But you still chose me.”

She sighed dramatically, settling back against him, tucking herself closer. “Unfortunately.”

Jamie’s arms tightened around her.

Outside, the city buzzed with the usual Valentine’s Day nonsense—restaurants filled with couples, florists selling out of roses, overplayed love songs drifting through the streets.

But inside, wrapped up in Jamie’s arms, Y/N had to admit—maybe, just maybe, love wasn’t so bad after all.

#jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso show #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #afc richmond #jamie tartt imagine #roy kent #sam obisanya #valentine's day

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genoskissors · 2 days ago

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The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy - Initial Character Thoughts

This is going to have a lot of Danganronpa comparisons, name analysis, and just my overall thoughts on each character before the game is out. Feel free to comment your own thoughts!

Darumi Amemiya (飴宮怠美)

"A young woman known for her mood swings and obsession with all things dark and depressing. She's a big fan of killing game stories and has no fear of death. If she has to die, all she wants is a death that's as dramatic and flamboyant as humanly possible."

Crazy thing I'm about to say, she reminds me of Genocide Jack. She sticks her tongue out a lot and seems to be completely desensitized to anything regarding death. It makes me think she's just desperate for a thrill in her life.

I don't really like her design but I think if the vibrant colors were turned down, it would be much better. I do enjoy it in a way, being able to dress however you want reveals a lot about someone's confidence. I love how she looks in her other outfit and I honestly think if her shirt was less white, I'd love her hair.

Ame means candy, miya means palace, daru means lazy, and mi means beauty. Daru is not common in names, so it definitely has a meaning. This name doesn't have any straightforward meaning to me, but I suppose Darumi is a more unique character. Her name might make sense later. I do theorize, for the lazy part, she was bored before getting into dark stuff, kinda like Junko.

Eito Aotsuki (蒼月衛人)

"Takumi's most trusted ally. Eito cares very deeply for his friends and isn't shy about expressing those feelings, corny as they may sound. He's been weak and sickly since he was little, but his impressive intellect might be just what the team needs to guide them through the war safely."

We are all thinking about the exact same image. Anyway, I think I'll love him because it seems he has a bit of a crazy side as well (I love crazy people). He's also very forward and compassionate, so I'll enjoy seeing both sides of him.

He looks like one of Nagito's beta designs which I think tells me everything I need to know. I find him cute but his jacket being the same color as his skin kinda throws me off. I'm also curious as to why he wears gloves, he's dressed like it's winter.

Ao means blue and tsuki means moon. His first name is interesting, as the kanji for Ei is the same kanji used in the game's title, meaning defense. To means human and is also a common ending for a boy name. I find the term blue moon fitting for his appearance, and I assume his role in battle will mostly be defense.

Gaku Maruko (丸子楽)

"A guy who's true to his personal desires (to put it delicately). He's a coward and always looking out for himself. However, there's something so refreshingly honest about his pettiness that it's hard to hate him. Gaku's also good at taking care of other people once he opens his heart to them."

I will not lie, I don't think I'm going to like him. I'm okay with a character being a coward and I'm okay with a character being selfish, but both does not seem like a mood maker to me. I think I'll find him annoying but I'll be happy to be surprised.

He's got some patchwork in his clothes, so I think he might come from a troubled past. His shirt is really stupid looking though, but it's stupid enough to circle back to being slightly cute.

Maru means round and ko means child, but together, Maruko is a type of meatball. Not exactly the same as Western ones, but very similar. Gaku means comfort. I think his first name goes well with the fact he takes good care of those close to him. In Japanese, Gaku is also a homophone for the word school. As for Maruko, I don't know.

Hiruko Shizuhara (雫原比留子)

"Leader of the Special Defense Unit. A cold, almost heartless beauty, she always says what's on her mind, even if it means offending others. She's just as merciless on the battlefield, where she gets a twisted sense of pleasure from tearing invaders apart."

She enjoys murder, I think I'll like her. I'm very curious as to why she's considered the leader of the group. The way she's described as merciless on the battlefield makes me think she has murdered before. Maki but a little more crazy (I love crazy people).

She has a lot going on that I really enjoy, the piercings, the makeup, the hair clip. She's also 5'11, which I think will be funny next to our 5'6 protagonist.

Shizu means droplet and hara means original, but is also just a common ending for Japanese surnames, like Saihara and Gokuhara. Hi means compare, ru means remain, and ko means child. Hiruko, spelled 蛭子, is also one of the names of Ebisu, a God of fishing, wealth, and fortune. Ebisu also uses the kanji 比, which is in Hiruko's name. Her last name is also water related.

Ima Tsukumo (九十九今馬)

"One of a set of twins - Ima is the elder by a few minutes. He acts like a carefree joker, but underneath that humor is a hint of something darker. A hardcore siscon, he thinks of nothing but protecting his sister. If anything or anyone dares to threaten Kako's safety, Ima will show them no mercy."

This might ruin people's perception of me, but I don't care that he's a siscon. Like at all. It might be an uncomfortable attribute but after four Danganronpa games, I could not be less phased. I think I'll like him since he seems silly but also a little crazy (I love crazy people).

One of the cutest characters here. I thought he was a girl at first but he just has luscious eyelashes. I love the color of his hair and the streaks in it, I think they go well with his eyes. His sprite here looks very chummy.

Tsukumo means ninety-nine, which is one less than a hundred and how many days they have left after day one. Ima by itself means now but his name only uses the “I” part of it and then uses horse for the ma part. Basically 今 = Ima and 今馬 = Ima. It would be the same with or without the last kanji, but I assume it's there to make it seem more like a name. However, I can't help but connect him to Oma.

Kako Tsukumo (九十九過子)

"One of a set of twins - Kako is the younger by a few minutes. She's prone to spacing out, but also has a keen mind and a healthy sense of curiosity. Kako is a big fan of mystery stories and wants to be a private investigator when she grows up."

She seems like a regular teenager to be honest, but the spacing out and solving mysteries reminds me of Chiaki. I think I'll like her, but I can't really pin her personality based on this description.

I adore her hairstyle and her bow. The color of her hair looks really nice with her eye color. Funny enough, I didn't realize her and Ima were siblings until I saw the eyes. Like the uniform did not give it away for some reason.

Like her brother, Kako's last name means ninety-nine. The kanji for ka means past, contrasting the meaning of her brother's name. I like to theorize there will be a character named something including future, but that's a reach. Ko means child, it's a very common ending for female names. It might just be to make Kako seem more like a name, but perhaps it also represents childishness.

Kurara Oosuzuki (大鈴木くらら)

"The scion of one of the most wealthy families humanity has ever known. She's proud, overbearing, and acts like she's better than anyone else. She always wears a strange tomato mask, never showing her true face."

I like the proud type of character, someone like Miu or Byakuya. She seems to be more focused on degrading others than uplifting herself though, but that's just based on her quote. I also really want to see her face but oddly if it's never shown I won't be disappointed.

I don't really care for masks that completely cover a character's face, I like to see at least some parts, but the fact the mask expresses emotions makes me content with it. I also thought it was a Jack-o-Lantern at first, but I guess it's just a scary tomato? The rest of her outfit is nice, fits the rich girl thing.

Oo means great, suzu means bell, and ki means tree. Suzuki is a very common Japanese last name, so adding great in front of it makes sense for her prideful personality. Kurara is a type of plant that is very bitter. I assume this will also relate to her personality.

Kyoshika Magadori (凶鳥狂死香)

"A young samurai who's utterly clueless about the modern world. Has never even heard of multiplication tables, let alone learned them. She has a disturbingly close relationship with her katana, the Holy Jumonji Sword."

Kyoshika is who I think my favorite character will be. She's very Tenko like, a character I love very much. Her birthday is 11/11 which I hope is a joke about how she cut 1111 perfectly in half. While she isn't very modern, I can still see she has a reliable personality. Her name also hints she might be a little crazy (I love crazy people). Lastly, Ninja's are cool.

I love her outfit, especially the katana on her hip and the huge cape. She also has a normal ponytail, not often seen in Danganronpa. I like how her ponytail looks like a shuriken. Her face reminds me of Maki a bit, another character I love. I also love the colors. I just really love her so far.

We have a very straightforward name here. Maga means bad or unlucky and dori means bird. Unlucky bird? Crows are often associated with death, but that might not be the message it's going for. Kyoshi literally means crazy to death. Ka means scent, but is also just a common ending for a girl name.

Moko Mojiro (喪白もこ)

"A young woman who is blowing up on the high school pro wrestling scene. Her courage and boundless energy is a source of inspiration for the entire Special Defense Unit. Whenever she has a problem, she faces it head on. She didn't choose the wrasslin' life - it chose her."

Her personality reminds me a lot of Aoi. Probably with more courage though. She seems like she'll get along better with girls than boys. The boundless energy makes me think she'll be fun to play, but we'll see.

We finally got ourselves another buff woman, Sakura fans rejoice. I like how her hair, face, and outfit are cutesy, it shows she can be physically strong while still being girly, something Sakura wanted.

Sigh... I don't get her name at all, Mo means mourning and jiro means white. Her first name is in Hiragana so I don't know the exact meaning, nor do I really have an idea on her last name. I thought about Peko and how pekopeko is an onomatopoeia. Mokomoko is an onomatopoeia for something thick and soft. Not sure if that relates to her personality. I'd say her last name is a death flag but everyone dies in this game so that doesn't mean much.

Nozomi Kirifuji (霧藤希)

"A high schooler who combines a kindhearted nature with dogged determination in battle. She's very passionate about the Special Defense Unit's mission, but also seems to be hiding something. For some reason, Nozomi is identical in appearance to Takumi's childhood friend Karua."

I'm a sucker for characters hiding a big secret, so I'm excited for hers, I assume it's related to Karua but how so? Much to think about. She's kind and passionate, so I think she'll be very easy to like as a character.

Cute, cute, cute, cute, cute!!! She is adorable from her hair to her shoes. I really like her hair especially. Her name is cute too. I think she's my favorite design overall, it's pleasing to look at.

Kiri means fog, which, like Kirigiri, I believe represents the mysterious aspect of her. Fuji means wisteria, which are purple just like her. Nozomi means hope, which is a name I was surprised Kodaka never used. I always thought Nozomi would be a great name for Chiaki, but I'm getting off track. Overall her name is peaceful but mysterious, fitting her description.

Shouma Ginzaki (銀崎晶馬)

"A young man who, by his own admission, has absolutely nothing going for him. On a scale of one to ten, his self-esteem's at negative five. He's constantly putting himself down."

It seems like a lack of self-worth is gonna be his whole thing. I'm not really looking forward to it. Nagito did it too, but was also a very positive person, but it seems Shouma is just depressed. I just don't want everything he says to be about how he's worthless.

His design is okay. I think I'd like it better without the hat but it's not too bad, just makes him look a little immature. I do think his face and haircut are cute. He's also very small.

Gin means silver and zaki means small peninsula, but is mostly associated with being an ending for a surname, so I doubt it changes the meaning. Shou means crystal, and like in Ima, ma means horse. The silver and crystal parts are definitely connected, maybe he's wealthy? Or maybe it symbolizes his personality instead. Not very sure.

Takemaru Yakushiji (厄師寺猛丸)

"An old-school delinquent who lives to ride and rides to live. Despite his rough-and-ready demeanor, Takemaru's really a nice guy on the inside. Impulsive, straightforward, and honorable to a fault, he's sworn to never use his strength to bully the weak."

He seems like a generally good character but I can sense there will be a lot of him yelling. Honestly, he just seems a lot like Mondo to me, so I don't have much to say. I like Mondo but I'm not sure we need another one. Also he says he doesn't hit girls, kids, or the eldery, so first thing I know is he sees girls as weak.

Give him the corn hair and he's literally Mondo. I do like Takemaru's hair though, it's kinda cute. He's got a lot of scars on his face, so I feel like he might be a little reckless. All the characters have dull skin but I feel some vibrance would do him good.

Yaku means disaster or evil, shi means master, and ji means temple. The temple part adds up with the old school aspect, like in Saionji and Shinguji. The first part likely just represents him being a delinquent. In his first name, Take means fierce and maru means round. I think this is mostly just a pun, “Takemaru Hair” is a hair style associated with delinquents.

Takumi Sumino (澄野拓海)

"The main character of this story. A completely average high schooler from a completely average family. He can be a little indecisive and pessimistic at times, but when he has something to protect, he'll fight with everything he's got."

Classic average high schooler as our protagonist, expected for these kinds of stories. I'm in no way a hater of the archetype, I love Makoto, Hajime, and Komaru lots, so I think I'll like him too. His introduction is pretty negative, but I find pessimism to be an endearing trait, so I feel like I'll love him.

I'm not really a fan of the bright red hair, but it's not bad. I would like if the red and black in his hair switched. Also, classic ahoge. I find his eyes beautiful, they're very sharp, great for a pessimist. Not much to say about his outfit.

I don't know why but I really like his name and the kanji used in it. It just sounds and is written nice. Sumi means clear and no means field, but it's also just a common ending for surnames. Taku means opening land and mi means ocean. I think the opening land part fits the fact he's in a new place and the sea is more metaphorical for how vast it is.

Tsubasa Kawana (川奈つばさ)

"A young woman who knows a lot about machines and what makes them tick. She had a bright, lively personality, but isn't good with stressful situations. When she gets nervous, she gets nauseous, and then..."

She is so cute I already know she'll be one of my favorite characters. She's energetic and social but gets sick when nervous, I can very much empathize with her... If this game has things like free time events, I'd like to spend some with her.

I absolutely adore her design. Her hair is beautiful, her entire outfit is cool, I like the way she carries herself. She also has the classic Danganronpa mouth mole, a need for all of Kodaka's games. Her necklace thing is odd but I'll look past it.

Kawa means river and na means doubts, however, the kanji for na isn't really known for its meaning and is mostly associated with being a part of a name. The last sentence implies she throws up when nervous, so, for lack of better phrasing, maybe the river represents that? And doubt is what fuels that nervousness? I think I'm reaching here. Tsubasa means wings, which I think is bright and lively like her personality.

Yugamu Omokage (面影歪)

"A striking young man who's been in the business since long before the war started. Unlike the rest of his family (who are also assassins, by the way), Yugamu believes that killing should be done with love. He enjoys torture and other immoral forms of pleasure."

He's crazy like for real crazy (I love crazy people). His description makes me raise an eyebrow about what exactly "immoral forms of pleasure" are but I won't make assumptions until the game is out. He kills for love which reminds me of a character I love with all my heart. He'll never compare to her but it's okay.

The outfit is very nice but the random organs are a bit odd. That's probably the point, but it's just really random. I find him ugly and I love it. His hair is also bad and I love it. I love this ugly boy.

Omokage means face shadow, referring to imagining someone's face with your mind. Kind of like imagining someone, usually dead, is there with you. Yugamu means distorted. Another on the nose name. Remembering a face but it's distorted, could refer to his own scarred face, or perhaps forgetting what someone who has passed away looks like. He has a strong connection with love, so perhaps someone he once knew. It likely just refers to his own face.

Sirei and Nigou (ＳＩＲＥＩ) & (ＮＩＧＯＵ)

"The principal and commanding officer of Last Defense Academy. To put it another way, a weird little robot that orders the members of the Special Defense Unit around. Under his command, Takumi and the others will be working to wipe out the mysterious School Invaders." "Sirei's assistant and second in command. An odd little robot that has a gentle, caring personality, but is also prone to making careless mistakes. He's completely loyal and subservient to Sirei."

I'll keep it short and simple, if these two aren't funny I won't care for them at all.

I kinda like their designs. It's unique how you can see their brain and heart, but I think that's because those two are the most vital organs. Also, what's with Nigou's lips? I don't even know their gender so I'll just use they/them for the time being. The English description says "He" but the Japanese text doesn't explicitly use he and there no other instance to use.

Their names are romanized in Japanese as well, so they don't have an obvious meaning, but I have a theory! I believe Sirei is 司令 “Shirei” meaning in command and Nigou is 二号 “Nigou” meaning number two, as in second to Sirei. Sirei and Shirei are pronounced the same in Japanese.

Final Thoughts

I'm hyped for this game. I haven't talked about the gameplay aspects but my absolute favorite thing in games is multiple endings. A hundred endings is a paradise for me. A lot of the sneak peaks leave me curious, so I'm excited to play it. April 24th! I think I'll enjoy the cast. I also like the majority of Kodaka's characters because they're so complex, so I have no doubts about loving this new cast.

Sorry for any spelling errors, this was a lot to proofread.

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adachimoe · 3 days ago

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p4 novel chapter where adachi messes around the dojima house

to recap: "your affection" is an officially licensed p4 novel from 2009. idk if it's canon or not. each chapter is a side story about the characters besides the protagonist, each from a different month in game. adachi appears in the october chapter. this is a summary of the events of the chapter, which i totally read at 5am when i couldn't sleep.

tl;dr = adachi can't fold laundry

nanako returns home from school one day and suspiciously finds her dad's shoes lopsided in the entryway, the laundry has been taken down from the backyard and sloppily thrown onto the couch, a letter in the mailbox with no sender (the 1st threat letter), etc. she knows that its not the protag who did this because he would've properly folded the laundry and whatnot, and she wasn't expecting him home afterschool cause he had to go to a club that day. nanako thinks someone might have broken into the house OR MAYBE IT'S A GHOST???, so she goes back outside.

naoto is roaming around and ends up near the dojima residence, seemingly driven by a desire to see the cats that hang around outside the house lol, and she comes across nanako outside. nanako explains, and naoto takes her back inside to investigate. as they go found the house, they find more oddities: nanako sees the newspaper rolled up and assumes her dad hasn't come home yet (as he would've unfolded/read it), the bread she was going to use as toast for breakfast is gone, the mokoi doll in the protagonist's room was knocked off the shelf, there's a futon laying around...

eventually, dojima comes home, and he's like "?" because naoto is there. naoto explains nanako's concerns, and dojima realizes what happened but doesn't explain to either of them. he serves naoto coffee, which she finds really bitter so nanako brings her some cream and sugar. dojima mentions the protag sometimes takes his with cream and sugar too. they start talking about protag, and dojima asks some prying questions, like, "what do you talk to my nephew about huh". naoto knows she cant say "uhh we talk about murders", so she says like, "well i tell him about my childhood and he tells me about you and nanako!" dojima replies about how naoto should live a normal school life and not get involved in anything weird, and naoto thinks that he's kinda like kanji.

suddenly, the doorbell rings, and nanako gets the door. adachi is there. he dropped by to find dojima as he wasn't at the station. it turns out that they got some kind of forensics report back about a theft at a hardware store. dojima yells at adachi b/c he could've just called. he knows it's more like... adachi came over to the house to tell dojima in person because he wanted to waste time / slack off lol. naoto hears the word "theft", and is reminded of the curious case earlier, which dojima knew the truth about but didn't share. so naoto asks, "wait, who did it?" and dojima goes, "this guy", referring to adachi.

what really happened was adachi asked dojima if he wanted to go drinking after they got off duty. dojima got absolutely shit faced drunk. after nanako and protag had left for school, adachi brought dojima back to the house and dumped him on a futon. adachi himself was hung over, so he napped on the couch. adachi woke up after noon and had some time to spare before he had to go back on the clock, so he went back to his place.

before he left, though, he noticed it was windy, so he very shittily folded the laundry and threw it on the couch. something from the laundry blew away to the 2nd floor of the house, and adachi wound up in the protag's room to get it back, and he knocked over the mokoi doll in the process. he also got thirsty so helped himself to a drink except he also broke/dropped the glass. and he ate nanako's bread at some point. he claims that he asked dojima for permission to eat it and dojima said okay, but like, dojima was also hung over, so uh... adachi... lol...

btw, while he narrates the part about his Very Shittily Folded laundry, he's like, "wow nanako is such a hard worker who is always doing all of the household chores! i wanted to help her out! nanako, you should be really thankful to me!" and nanako is, in response to this, described as "having an odd look to her face" lmao.

naoto then scolds both dojima and adachi since dojima made nanako worry (dojima never read the newspaper that day, but nanako thought it being folded meant he never came home and someone broke in) and adachi was doing whatever the fuck adachi does. dojima gets a call about another case, and him and adachi have to take off. dojima asks naoto to stay with nanako for a bit, and the chapter ends with naoto taking nanako grocery shopping.

pretty cute overall.

adachi inviting dojima out drinking, knowing he'd have to take dojima back to the house, thus giving him an excuse to be there and leave the threat letter in the mailbox, almost sounds too smart for adachi haha. also, thank you to this author for the mental image of adachi folding the protag's pants (very shittily) and rummaging thru his room. (❁´◡`❁)

#persona 4 #persona 4 golden #p4 #p4g #tohru adachi #naoto shirogane

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babybearnation · 3 days ago

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How 'bout red sighted bearnelli with Aron!male reader who's their soulmate but is completely oblivious to their advances unless its a straight up to his face confession, the problem though is that both kimi and ollie are cowards and won't just tell reader and that paul is now threatening to tell reader himself that their his soulmates, the reason paul is threatening them though is that they'd both promised to tell reader when they both got into f1 if they hadn't already told reader before then, but now its half way through the 2025 season and they still haven't told him.

Sorry if it too long bbbear i can send something else in if you don't want to do this one.

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hopefully you meant non sighted!reader with this ask haha - also i couldnt find a way to incorporate it into the story, but paul is string sighted!

for more information about the world within red sight ‘verse, please read this post

red sighted!established!bearnelli x non sighted!gn!aron!reader

ollie and kimi had gotten together not long after the start of the 2024 formula 2 season

they'd seen the strings tying them together, but even if they hadn't seen them, the two of them were very drawn together

of course, both were curious about where the extra string both of them had lead to but they didn't care too much to go hunting for their third

until paul brought his two siblings along to a race one day

ollie & kimi were already familiar with ralf, but you... you were new

and you were their missing link

paul figured out rather quickly that you were kimi and ollie's other soulmate and he told them to be careful with you as you were non sighted and were also very oblivious

kimi and ollie panicked at that because they were both too shy and awkward to talk to you, especially if they had to tell you they were your soulmates

paul, ever determined to do what's best for his friends and his siblings, brings you along to more races, introducing you to ollie & kimi and encouraging a friendship between you three

and you love it! you, kimi and ollie get along so well!

when pushed by paul as to why they haven't done anything yet, kimi and ollie make a promise - if they both get into f1, they'll tell you

in the meantime, ollie and kimi flirt with you, dropping hints about soulmates and red sight and being with you except all of it goes over your head because you're that oblivious

so when kimi gets his seat announced, ollie & kimi tell paul that they're changing their plan - they'll tell you the truth once the 2025 f1 season starts

paul sighs but accepts it, now also dropping hints about you being with kimi & ollie and dating the pair of them and soulmates and stuff

but then the start of the 2025 f1 season happens and ollie and kimi avoid you throughout the entire australian grand prix weekend

you're a bit hurt but you assume it's just because its the first grand prix of their rookie seasons and therefore they must be busy and focused

things seems to be back to normal during the chinese grand prix, but paul is absolutely furious with kimi & ollie

they promised. and they didn't do it.

paul keeps pressuring them and it doesn't work until finally, during the british grand prix, paul decides he's had enough and he gets the three of you in the same room and tells the truth about everything

you're shocked... you hadn't expected kimi and ollie to keep such a secret from you

when they explain that they were shy, though, you can't help but find them cute and instead turn your ire towards your brother

paul ends up being (playfully) yelled at by you before you happily go back to kimi and ollie, cuddling them

paul is just glad that everything is finally sorted, to be honest

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acknowledge-reigns · 3 days ago

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Triple Threat | Jimmy Uso x Naomi x Black fem!OC | SMUT (18+!!!)

Description: Tatiana meets Jimmy and Naomi in person.

Chapter: 1/5

Face Claim: Arsema Thomas

Warnings: Dom/switch/sub dynamics, multiple partners, teasing, flirting, praise, nipple play, fingering, Daddy/Mommy kink, petnames, love bites/marking, begging, Edging.

This is the Jimmy and Naomi x Tatiana sequel to Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits, Kiss It Better, Baddie and The Beast and The Nanny. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, please scroll. You have been warned. MDNI!!!

My masterlist can be found here.

Word count: 3,357

Taglist: @acute-crashout-jeyuso @lov3rla03

Tatiana takes a deep breath as she enters the restaurant, her heart pounding in her chest.

She spots Jimmy and Naomi waiting for her at a table and takes a moment to compose herself before approaching them. At least I'm not being catfished she thinks to herself. KinkStar had tons of protections against that anyhow.

She smiles nervously as she approaches the table. "Hey guys," she says, her voice betraying her anxiety. "I hope I'm not too late."

"Not at all," Jimmy says, standing up to greet her. He gives her a warm smile, trying to put her at ease.

Naomi stands up as well, giving her a friendly wave. "It's so good to finally meet you in person!"

Tatiana relaxes slightly as she sees the genuine warmth in their expressions.

"It's great to meet you both too," she says, taking a seat at the table. "I've been looking forward to this for a while."

They all settle in and order their drinks, making small talk as they wait for their food to arrive.

"So," Jimmy says, leaning forward with a curious expression. "Tell us about yourself, Tatiana. What's your story?"

"I'm a private investigator," she says, her voice taking on a more confident tone. "I work for my older brother, who's also a PI. We mostly deal with cheating spouses and missing persons cases. But it's kind of a mixed bag."

Jimmy's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Wow, that's a pretty interesting job. Do you enjoy it?"

She nods, a small smile on her face. "Yeah, I do. It's not always easy work, but I enjoy the challenge of solving mysteries and helping people find closure."

"I can imagine," Naomi says, leaning forward in interest. "What is the most interesting case you've worked on?"

Tatiana hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting between Jimmy and Naomi.

"Actually," she says slowly, "I hope this doesn't change anything but you know the PI Kiley hired to dig up Amanda's skeletons? that's me."

"Oh. Small world." Naomi says.

"Kiley, Myra and I went to school together." Tatiana states sipping her water.

"Really?" Jimmy says, his eyes widening in surprise. "You went to school with them?" He exchanges a look with Naomi, clearly caught off guard by this revelation.

"Yeah," Tatiana says, her voice a bit hesitant. "I know it might be a little awkward since Amanda stuck around and worked things out with Solo, but I promise I didn't tell Kiley anything untrue. I was just doing my job."

"No need to explain yourself to us.You got Amanda's unqualified ass away from my niece and nephew. That's great in my book." Jimmy says cracking a charming smile.

"What he means to say is, that doesn't change anything. We still wanna see where things go with you." Naomi said.

Tatiana visibly relaxes, a weight lifting off her shoulders.

"I'm glad to hear that," she says, smiling gratefully at them. "I wasn't sure how you would react to finding out about my connection to the situation."

As they continue chatting and enjoying their meal, the conversation gradually shifts to their relationship dynamic.

"So, I guess we should talk about what we all want from this," Jimmy says, taking a sip of his drink.

Tatiana nods, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves at the prospect of discussing such a.. intimate topic.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," she says, setting her fork down and focusing her attention on the conversation.

Naomi looks between the two of them, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"I think it's important to be honest about our desires and boundaries," she says. "That way, we can all be on the same page and make sure everyone's needs are met."

"Exactly," Jimmy agrees, reaching out to take Tatiana's hand. "We want to make sure you're comfortable and happy with everything we do."

Tatiana feels a warmth spread through her at his touch, and she can't help but smile.

"I appreciate that," she says softly. "I'm definitely open to exploring different aspects of this dynamic, but I want to make sure we're all comfortable and that we communicate clearly."

"Of course," Naomi says, reaching out to place her hand on top of theirs. "We'll check in regularly and make sure everyone is on the same page. We want to make this a healthy and mutually fulfilling experience."

Jimmy nods in agreement, his eyes filled with sincerity.

"Absolutely," he says. "We're all in this together, and we'll make sure we have open and honest communication at all times."

"So, how will this operate?" Tatiana asks, curiosity getting the better of her. "I mean like, you both are my Doms?"

"That's right," Jimmy says, looking at Naomi with a fond smile. "Naomi is a switch, so she can be dominant or submissive depending on the situation. Submissive to me. Dominant to you."

Tatiana nods, taking in this new information.

"That's interesting," she says, her mind already trying to imagine the different dynamics they could explore. "And what about you, Big Jim? Are you always dominant?"

Jimmy grins mischievously. "Oh, I'm always dominant," he says with a confident smirk. "But I do have a bit of a playful side."

Tatiana can't help but feel a shiver of excitement at his words. She knows he's the dominant one in this relationship, but the idea of his playful side adds a new layer of intrigue. "I look forward to exploring that side of you," she says, a hint of playfulness in her own voice.

Naomi chuckles, clearly amused by the exchange between Jimmy and Tatiana. "Just be careful," she teases. "His playful side can get you into all kinds of trouble."

Jimmy smirks at Naomi, clearly enjoying her comment. "You make it sound like a bad thing," he says, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Naomi rolls her eyes playfully, but there's a hint of excitement in her gaze. "Oh, I'm not complaining," she says. "I've enjoyed more than my fair share of trouble with you."

Jimmy grins wider, clearly satisfied with her response. "And I love getting you into trouble," he says, his voice low and sultry.

Tatiana watches their banter with growing interest, feeling a bit like a voyeur as they tease each other. She can tell that there's a deep intimacy and understanding between the two of them, and it makes her feel a little envious.

But at the same time, it also excites her. The idea of being a part of that dynamic, of experiencing that level of intimacy with both of them, sends a thrill through her body.

Tatiana had always been a bit curious about the kinkier side of life, but she had never had the opportunity or the partners to explore it. So, when she found herself in this situation, chatting with Jimmy and Naomi via KinkStar, she had done her research.

She spent hours reading articles, watching videos, and talking to others in the community. She wanted to make sure she was knowledgeable and prepared for whatever this relationship would bring.

The conversation continues as they all chat and get to know each other better.

They talk about their interests, limits, and preferences, trying to get a sense of what works for each of them and what they want to explore together.

As they talk, the chemistry between them grows stronger. Tatiana finds herself growing more comfortable with them, and she can tell that they're both drawn to her in their own way.

As they reach the end of their conversation, Naomi suggests that they establish a safeword.

"It's important to have a way for us to communicate if things get too intense or if we want to stop," she explains. "It's a way to make sure everyone is safe and respected."

Tatiana nods in agreement, realizing the importance of having a safeword.

"That makes sense," she says. "What do you both usually use as a safeword?"

Jimmy thinks for a moment before speaking up. "We usually use 'red' as our safeword," he says. "It's simple and easy to remember, but it's also serious. It's not something we'd say unless we really need to stop."

Naomi nods in agreement, adding her own thoughts. "And if we can't speak, we can tap three times as a nonverbal safeword," she says. "It's a good way to communicate if our mouths are otherwise occupied."

Tatiana can feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the idea of having a nonverbal safeword. The thought of being unable to speak, of being so vulnerable and dependent on her Doms, sends a thrill through her body.

"Okay," she says, her voice slightly shaky. "I can remember that."

Jimmy and Naomi both notice her nervousness and exchange a knowing look.

"Hey, don't be nervous," Jimmy says gently, reaching out to take her hand. "We'll take things slow and make sure you're comfortable the whole time."

Naomi nods in agreement, her expression soft and reassuring.

"Exactly," she says. "We're here to take care of you and make sure you enjoy yourself. Your comfort and safety are our top priorities."

Tatiana feels a wave of gratitude wash over her as she looks at the two of them. Their kindness and reassurance make her feel more at ease, and she knows that she's in good hands.

"Thank you," she says softly, squeezing Jimmy's hand and then Naomi's.

Jimmy smiles and squeezes her hand back, while Naomi reaches out to gently stroke her hair.

"You're welcome," they both say in unison, their voices filled with affection and warmth.

As they arrive at Jimmy and Naomi's house, Tatiana can't help but be impressed by its size and elegance. It's clear that they have money and good taste.

They lead her inside, closing the door behind them and guiding her through the spacious rooms.

They take her into the living room, which is tastefully decorated with plush couches, a large flat screen TV, and a comfortable looking leather armchair. The room is bathed in warm lighting, making it feel cozy and inviting.

They motion for her to sit down on the couch, and she does so, feeling a bit out of place in the luxurious surroundings. But at the same time, there's something comforting about being in their space, surrounded by their things.

Jimmy and Naomi sit down on either side of her, their bodies close but not quite touching. They both turn to face her, their eyes roaming over her body with a mixture of appreciation and hunger.

Naomi reaches out and gently tucks a strand of hair behind Tatiana's ear, her fingers brushing against her skin.

"You look so beautiful," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry.

Jimmy nods in agreement, his eyes never leaving her face.

"She's gorgeous," he says, his voice husky with desire. "We're so lucky to have you here with us."

Tatiana feels her cheeks heat up at their words, feeling both flattered and a little shy. She's not used to being the center of attention like this, and it's a heady feeling.

She looks between them, her eyes darting from one to the other as she tries to keep up with the intensity of their gazes.

Jimmy leans in closer, his hand moving to rest on her thigh. His touch is firm but gentle, his fingers tracing slow circles on her skin.

"We have so many plans for you," he whispers, his breath warm against her ear. "So many ways we want to make you ours."

Naomi moves in on her other side, pressing her body against Tatiana's and wrapping an arm around her waist. She nuzzles her neck, her lips brushing against her skin in a soft kiss.

"We're going to take our time with you," she murmurs. "We're going to explore every inch of your body, and we're going to make you feel things you've never felt before."

Tatiana shivers at their words, her body already responding to their touch and their promises. She can feel her heart racing in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

"I-I'm yours," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm all yours."

Jimmy and Naomi both smile, clearly pleased with her submission. They exchange a knowing look over her head, silently communicating their intentions.

Jimmy's hand moves higher up her thigh, his fingers slipping under the hem of her dress. Naomi's hand slides up her stomach, coming to rest just below her chest.

"Good girl," Jimmy says, his voice low and commanding. "You're already doing so well for us."

Tatiana's breath hitches as Jimmy's hand slides further up her thigh, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin. Naomi's hand moves higher as well, her thumb tracing circles around her navel.

She can feel their touch like a brand on her skin, marking her as theirs. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself against them, desperate for more.

Jimmy lets out a low chuckle, his hand continuing its slow ascent up her thigh.

"Eager, are we?" he teases, his fingers brushing against the edge of her panties.

Naomi smirks, her hand moving to cup her breast through her shirt.

"Patience, babygirl." she says, her voice firm. "We'll give you what you need, but you have to be patient and let us take our time."

"You remember the Safeword?" Jimmy asked, getting a nod in response.

"Repeat it for us" Naomi commanded.

"Red" Tatiana obeyed.

"Good girl. Keep being patient for us." Jimmy hums. Tatiana whimpers at their words, torn between wanting to give in to her desire and obeying their commands. She forces herself to stay still, her body trembling with need as Jimmy's hand hovers just above her panties, her dress hard been discarded at some point earlier but she was so in the moment she barely remembered shedding it.

Naomi gives her breast a gentle squeeze, her fingers toying with her nipple.

Tatiana knows that in this moment, Jimmy is her Daddy and Naomi is her Mommy. She doesn't know when the titles were decided, but it feels right. It feels natural to submit to them, to give herself over to their care and guidance.

She looks up at them with wide, pleading eyes, her body aching for their touch.

"Daddy...Mommy..." she whispers, the words falling from her lips so naturally and beautifully.

Jimmy's eyes darken with pleasure at the sound of her calling him Daddy. He rewards her with a soft squeeze of her thigh, his fingers finally slipping beneath the waistband of her panties, pulling the aside.

Naomi smiles at her as well, her hand moving to cradle her chin. "That's right, babygirl," she coos. "You're our good girl, and we're going to take such good care of you."

Jimmy's fingers slip between her folds, gently exploring her slickness. He lets out a low hum of approval as he feels how wet she is. "Look at how ready you are for us," he says, his voice filled with lust. "You're so responsive, babygirl. You love being our little toy, don't you?"

Tatiana nods frantically, her eyes fluttering closed as she struggles to keep herself together.

"Yes, Daddy," she moans, her body trembling as his fingers circle her clit. "I love it. I love being your toy."

Jimmy smirks, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on her. He begins to rub her clit in slow, firm circles, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm.

Naomi watches them both with a hungry gaze, her hand drifting down to her own thigh.

As Jimmy continues to tease her clit, Tatiana can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge. She can feel the pleasure building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

She lets out a needy whine, her hips bucking against Jimmy's hand.

"Please, Daddy..." she begs. "Please let me come..."

Jimmy chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying her desperation. He slows the movement of his fingers, denying her the release she so desperately craves.

"Not yet, babygirl," he says, his voice firm but affectionate. "You need to earn it. Be a good girl and show us how much you want it."

Tatiana whimpers again, her body aching with need. She wants nothing more than to come, but she knows she has to obey. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself and do as Daddy says.

She looks up at him with pleading eyes, her voice shaking as she speaks. "Please, Mommy...Daddy...I'll be good. I'll do anything you want."

Naomi smirks at Tatiana's plea, clearly enjoying the show. She moves in closer, her lips trailing a path of kisses along Tatiana's jawline before moving down to her neck.

Jimmy watches as Naomi begins to suck and nibble on Tatiana's neck, leaving marks on her delicate skin. He continues to tease her clit, but now he slips a finger inside her, slowly pumping it in and out.

Jimmy and Naomi work together to strip Tatiana of her lacy bra and panties, their movements slow and deliberate. they both let out appreciative moans.

Naomi runs her hands over Tatiana's body, her touch possessive and hungry.

"You're so beautiful," she whispers, her voice filled with awe.

Jimmy nods in agreement, his eyes roaming over her body with obvious desire.

"Our perfect little doll," he says, his fingers plunging back into her wetness.

Naomi smirks again as she moves down Tatiana's body, her lips leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. She reaches Tatiana's breasts, and she doesn't waste any time before taking one of her nipples into her mouth.

She sucks and licks at the sensitive bud, her tongue flicking against it teasingly. At the same time, Jimmy increases the pace of his fingers, pumping them in and out of her pussy with a firm, steady rhythm.

Tatiana moans and writhes beneath their ministrations, the combined sensations of Naomi's mouth on her breasts and Jimmy's fingers inside her making her head spin.

She arches her back, pushing her chest further into Naomi's mouth, silently begging for more.

Naomi obliges, switching to the other breast and giving it the same attention. She nibbles and sucks at the sensitive flesh, her teeth scraping lightly against the nipple.

Jimmy adds a second finger to her pussy, stretching her wider and pushing her closer to the edge. He curls his fingers upwards, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust.

Tatiana's moans become more frantic, her body trembling with need. She's so close to the edge now, her pleasure building to an almost unbearable level.

She reaches down, tangling her fingers in Jimmy's hair and pulling him closer to her. She can feel his hot breath against her skin, his fingers moving inside her with a slick, wet sound.

"Please...please..." she begs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to come...please let me come, Daddy..."

Jimmy chuckles, clearly enjoying the fact that she's so desperate to come. He slows his fingers again, denying her the release she so desperately craves.

"You want to come, babygirl?" he asks, his voice teasing. "Then you have to ask Mommy for permission."

Tatiana's eyes flutter open and she looks at Naomi, who has moved away from her breasts and is now watching her with a smirk.

"Please, Mommy..." she whispers, her voice shaking. "Please let me come. I need it so badly..."

Naomi smiles, clearly enjoying the sight of Tatiana begging for her permission. She reaches out and gently strokes her cheek.

"That's a good girl," she says softly. "Asking so nicely. You've been so good for us, I think you deserve a reward."

Naomi looks at Jimmy, who nods in agreement. He begins to move his fingers faster again, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Go ahead, babygirl," Naomi says. "Come for us. Show us how good you feel."

Tatiana cries out as her orgasm washes over her, her body trembling and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes through her.

Jimmy continues to pump his fingers inside her, helping her ride out the high. Fuck. This was going to be one wild ride. Tatiana could get used to this.

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**NEW CHARACTERS**

Aaron Pierre = Devon

Keke Palmer = Cara.

(Featured next chapter.)

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#Jimmu Uso Smut #Jimmy Uso x Naomi x OC #naomi wwe #Naomi #jimmy uso smut #jimmy uso fanfiction #jimmy uso #bloodline smut #bloodline fan fiction #bloodline fanfiction #the bloodline fic #jimmy and naomi #Spotify

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yuurei20 · 1 day ago

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Hi, I recently start to interested and into the story of Twisted Wonderland and by that I found your channel which contain wonderful and useful to me to check and know many fact about character since the game not available on my country which is so sad so I can just watch people play this game on YouTube to know story and listen or read about some facts from your channel and tumblr. so I have a question about MC in the game, I think I see from somewhere tell that MC in the game seem to has a little amnesia or just not remember much about themself before wake up in Twisted wonderland which kind of pick my interest cause I always though MC in the game is represent to be player as much as they can that mean memories from the past before come to this is depends on player to design. And with that curious, I try to find a source from game that show or tell us that MC seem to has amnesia of what happened or themself before come to twisted wonderland but I could not find it which might be because I use the word to search that not cover or etc reasons. So could you tell me, is there any part of the game telling that MC has some kind of amnesia or not remember about their part?

Thank you so much in advance ^_^.

Hello hello! Thank you for this question! 🦐 You are too kind ♡

The implication that the prefect might be forgetting something (or many things) was in the very first chapter of the prologue ^^

Crowley: The timespace teleportation must have addled your memories...well, these things happen, I suppose.

We do not get very much information about the prefect in the game, but they do remember things from their own world such as the Japanese holiday Tanabata, what smartphones are, etc.!

In-game Crowley is surprised when the prefect does not know who he is or where they are, as if that is information he knows they had at one point, but this is assuming that Crowley is telling the truth 👀

"You must have amnesia" is a convenient way to dismiss the prefect's concerns, and is impossible to disprove 📝

In the manga there does not seem to be any insinuation that the prefects are suffering from major memory loss, with each one not only remembering what their life was before but also remembering exactly what it is that they were doing before they woke up in Twst.

Crowley makes the same "the timespace teleportation must have addled your memories" comment in the manga despite how Yuuken actually does seem to remember what he had been doing 👀 He doesn't know how he came to be at NRC, but did he forget, or did he never know in the first place?

Crowley's word is all we have to go on 🐦‍⬛

In the novel Yuuya remembers what it was that he was doing and hearing "an incessant rumbling, like something hard rolling along the ground" (a detail that was removed from the English translation, more here ->), right before he woke up at NRC.

Much like Yuuken and the game Prefect, Yuuya also has no memory of what happened between crossing the street and being at NRC, but whereas Crowley seems to think all the prefects have simply forgotten about being chosen for the school there is a possibility that this is untrue--you can't forget something that you never knew 👀

And I think that maybe that is all! :>

#twstask #twisted wonderland

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tired0artist · 2 days ago

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While there won’t be a commission post today, I figured that I might as well, share a WIP of my own Mouthwashing OC! I hope that you’ll like her <3

P3NEE990 or as Curly named her “Penny”, is an android purchased by the Pony Express as a sort of test, to see if they too could switch to an android crew (like other companies did).

These androids were programmed to load, navigate, fix, pilot and unload the ships. They’re basically the crew of 4-5 packed into one.

But, since they basically have no interactions with humans, aside from being turned on and off, they have no social skills.

So, Penny at the very beginning is like a curious child, that Curly doesn’t really know what to do with. He serves as a bit of a father figure for her, as she learns about the crew and their habits.

Her Main Mission is to assist the Captain of the ship. And Curly just sends her off to go around and help out where she can.

Pre-Crash.

Curly is very patient, but a bit lost with her, he answers her countless questions but just, doesn’t know what else to do with her. He was the first one to treat Penny as something other than a machine. And Penny trusts him with everything, every little thought, or later feeling she experiences.

Jimmy is very hostile towards her. Calls her a thing and has strong opinions such as MACHINES ARE TAKING OUR JOBS. But still, he makes her do all the cleaning etc. He also gets very angry, when he tells her to do something more major on the ship, and Penny doesn’t comply since she needs the Captain’s permission. Penny experiences her first signs of stress, when he corners her in the loading area, screaming and shoving her.

Daisuke is very interested in how she works, he asks her countless questions and asks her to do stupid stuff. Like “do a flip!”, “can you lift this?”, “can you turn your head around, like an owl?”. To be honest he adores her, because she’s cool, and Penny returns the sentiment.

Swansea is rather professional with her, he asks her to help him out with the repairs and just treats her with respect. As in, do this, do that, thanks, I’ll call you when I need you. And Penny likes how direct he is with her. She feels like she has a purpose when working with him.

Anya seeks her out and is content to just have Penny sit in the medical with her. Penny is as close to another woman as Anya can get on the ship, so she takes comfort with having her around. Penny really likes her as well, and after a while, asks Curly to be assigned to the nurse more often. It also doesn’t escape the android’s attention, that Jimmy is irritated to see Penny basically stick to Anya like a magnet.

He feels the same way about her and Curly.

Post Crash.

Penny is the one to pry the cockpit doors open and drag Curly out. She sustains some damage to her back, arms and legs from the fire.

She feels lost and betrayed when Jimmy says that Curly tried to crash the ship. And with Jimmy being hailed as the new Captain, she has no choice but to follow her programming and listen to him.

Everything goes to hell, when Anya shares what happened with Penny and right after, Penny walks in to see Jimmy beating burned Curly in medical.

The recent stress, abuse from Jimmy and revelations, all make Penny’s programming shatter, as she turns violent and lunges at Jimmy right in front of Curly. In their scuffle, she kills Jimmy.

After the deed is done, Penny promptly shuts down, as warnings flood her vision. The emergency shut down, sends a distress signal to the android company.

When the help arrives, it rescues 4 out of the 6 crew members. And the android P3NEE990 is destroyed as she’s deemed dangerous, despite the crew’s (especially Curly’s) efforts and lawsuits.

So basically. No one cared to check in on the Tulpar, until Penny shut down and the company wanted their property back. If she survived, there would be no rescue.

So, that’s the short version of her story. There’s a lot more but this is long enough hah.

#digital art #fanart #art #mouthwashing au #mouthwashing oc #mouthwashing swansea #mouthwashing jimmy #mouthwashing daisuke #mouthwashing anya #mouthwashing curly #mouthwashing fanart #original character #oc #android #this is inspired by dbh androids #pony express #mouthwashing

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 day ago

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I saw what you said about the dreams being nothing and useless to the story, and I was curious about something, do you think the characters that never got closure or development from their book should have stayed like that or do you think a new book should have been made to tie up the initial stories?

Heartslabyul for example had a lot of loose ends on their book that never got resolved, Cater never had focus or allowed development, the others too didnt get true closure, and I thought the heartslabyul dreams was the perfect way to finish their arc in a fulfilling way.

But you hold the opinion the dream arcs shoudnt have focused on them too much right? Do you think It was okay for the characters development to end in their book, or do you think their closure should have been in a different moment or way?

[Referencing this post!]

While I realize that the original post was very critical of the dream hopping segments, I did not mean to call them "nothing" and "useless" as a whole. I'm unhappy with how the dreams were executed, especially the lack of urgency present in them. My main gripe is how the characters know that they're on a time crunch, yet they hardly ever act like it. Instead, they stand around for multiple segments eating fake food or casually sharing stories about their families. This is time-wasting nonsense and it does nothing to help their situation. We quickly started to stray from Diasomnia and the urgency of the conflict at hand in favor of fanservice (like dorm leader Cater, despite Cater expressing he never wanted the position) and trying to explain away that fanservice with contrived dialogue.

Please do not misunderstand me. I never said that I don't want any non-Ignihyde or non-Diasomnia character to get development in book 7. It's true that many characters, especially the non-OB boys, never got the spotlight in previous books or that we never got the satisfaction of seeing their growth this far into the school year. If any of them were going to get attention, it makes sense to do it now as one last hurrah in book 7. It might not have been very obvious due to the critical nature of that original post, but I actually thought some of the later dreams (namely the Savanaclaw and Heartslabyul ones) were good and wrapped things up nicely. I will, however, still lampoon them for having the characters standing around and eating/talking for way too long.

It's not that I wished the game didn't focus on the non-OB boys, it's that I wished the execution of them wasn't so meandering. If the devs wanted to keep the dream segments in, they should have trimmed the fat out. Get rid of all (or most of) the idle parts, or at least trim down on the idle dialogue by a lot. Or maybe just make the OB boys mandatory and the others optional. Like, still part of book 7 but you can read the non-OB boys at your leisure, similar to collecting individual students' wishes in the Wish Upon a Star event, and you only need to clear the OB boys to advance in the story. Have short scenes where dorm members reunite (sort of like at the end of book 6, when everyone regrouped with their respective OB boy) and gear up + strategize with each other. Cut back briefly to Malleus and Lilia's brawl between each dorm, just to keep them relevant and/or remind us of that clock ticking down as Lilia gets more and more worn down. Maybe standardize how many parts are dedicated to every character too… Not have a spread of 4 to 46. That would at least speed us along a little faster or at least give a better sense of rushing to prepare for the fight against Malleus.

That being said, characters don’t just magically stop developing the instant their book ends. They’re changing on their own, outside of the purview of the player or off-screen (like when Riddle talks with his mom over winter break), all the time. A lot of this happens through self-reflection/internal thoughts, so we the players don’t get to see it. It doesn’t mean the characters haven’t changed or wouldn’t change without us viewing it ourselves. Even now, the characters are still growing and changing. Some of them might have more concrete “closure” now (like Kalim finally getting to punch Jamil), but the truth of the matter is that character development never truly “ends” (ie Kalim and Jamil still have their complicated relationship to sort through). It is a continuous thing we consciously work at. There’s truly no end in sight for it. Regardless of whether we got those dream sequences or not or how that development was delivered to us, this still would have been true.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #question #Malleus Draconia #Lilia Vanrouge #book 7 spoilers #book 6 spoilers #wish upon a star spoilers #Cater Diamond #Riddle Rosehearts #Jamil Viper #Kalim Al-Asim #Scarabia

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hamburgerndsprite · 2 days ago

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Sprite's Favourite Fics {Bangtan Fics} Part 11

Note: Hey everyone! Just a quick heads up: in the last seven parts of my fic recs, I included stories featuring all the members. For the next few parts, though, I have more fics that focus on just a few of them. So, I'm going to make separate lists to finish up those fics, mostly highlighting the Maknae line, Yoongi, and OT7 stories. I've already made OT7, Yoongi's and Jimin's separate fic recs list in Parts 8, 9, and 10. This part will be all about Kim Taehyung's fics! Next up is Jeon Jungkook. (Also, all the collages are edited by me therefore I request everyone not to repost them as theirs)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 12 (completed)

[KIM TAEHYUNG]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Requested Drabble by taleasnewastime

pairing: idol! taehyung x reader genre: fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au summary: The reader meets Taehyung, but she initially has no idea who he is until he introduces himself. Taehyung is immediately drawn to her and goes out of his way to charm her. One thing leads to another, and they end up having a passionate encounter together.

➺ Sunflower Boy by happy-meo

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: fluff summary: a fluffy oneshot of when reader met taehyung for the first time. [Part of First Meeting Series]

➺ Will U Be Mine by ratherbefangirling

Pairing: Yandere! Taehyung x Bodyguard Foreigner! Reader Genre: Yandere, Idol AU, Bodyguard AU , *slow burn* Synopsis: Tae needs a new bodyguard...The female OC is very intimidating and everyone is easily scared of her but at the same she's very pretty , she always does her job successfully(which is protecting tae) ,very professional, she's witty and very smart but she's extremely hard to get, she's not the girl you can fool and always stands uo for herself. While Tae is secretly attracted to her(sexually and romantically), there's a lot of sexual tension too.

➺ No Blueberries by yuzukult

pairing: kim taehyung x reader genre: angst, fluff, minor smut, romance, college!au, minor artist!taehyung word count: 12.3k prompt: no more! taehyung gets his heart broken to the point he doesn’t even love his favorite fruit, blueberries, anymore. then he meets you, the complete opposite of the girl of his dreams, and suddenly, blueberries taste sweet again.

➺ Moonlight by jjungkookislife

ღ pairing: best friend!tae x f. human!reader ღ genre: f2l, wolf!au, smut [18+] ღ wc: 5.8k ღ summary: The full moon means one thing and one thing only to your best friend, Kim Taehyung. It’s the one time a month he turns into a wolf and frolics in the moonlight. However, on his 25th Hallows’ Eve, his wolf is calling out for his mate.

➺ Drive You Fucking Crazy by borathae

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Witch!Reader Genre: established relationship!AU, Magic!AU, Smut Wordcount: 8.1k Summary: "Taehyung shows you a spell which makes your strap function like real cock, then asks you to fuck him with it and he knows exactly how he wants it to happen. He's going to be the one getting pounded, but he'll drive you fucking crazy in process."

➺ Unveiled by borathae

Pairing: Prince!Taehyung x Princess!Reader Genre: Royalty!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU, Wedding Night!AU, Smut, Romance, Fluff, soft Angst Wordcount: 12.4k Summary: “In a world where women ruled the countries and princes were married off to powerful princesses, there lived a beautiful prince. Taehyung, son of the Queen of the Snow Isles and with a heart too curious for his own good. As tradition demands, come his second decade on this earth he had to leave his home and marry a princess of a far away country. Now waiting on his marriage bed, wearing nothing but a golden veil and a silken dress, he can’t help but feel nervous. Will his first night with his wife be as horrible as his fellow princes told him it would be?”

➺ Sweetened Kiss by borathae

Pairing: Good Boy!Tae + Soft Dom!Reader Genre: married life!AU, Royalty!AU, Fantasy!AU, Smut Wordcount: 4.4k [ Unveiled Drabble ] Synopsis: Princess introduces Prince Tae to chocolate for the first time.

➺ Unbreakable by smoljimjim

>Pairing: Taehyung x OC named Siri, lovers-exes-lovers >Genre: angst, small fluff, happy ending >Word count: ~16,300 >Description: Taehyung and Siri were the perfect couple and had the perfect relationship. They were known as the 'unbreakable' couple. That was until Taehyung found out something about Siri he couldn't ignore. He thought he knew everything about her, but this... this one thing was a relationship deal breaker.

➺ Wow by taleasnewastime

Pairing: Taehyung x gf! reader (female) Genre: pure smut; pwp. Word count: 5.3k Summary: It’s been a long stressful week at work and when you get home you just want to get into something comfy. You just didn’t realise changing into your boyfriend's jumper would turn him on so much.

➺ The Diligent Plan [M] by untaemedqueen

Pairing: Taehyung x Girlfriend!Reader WordCount: 6.7k Genre: Established Relationship!AU, Smut, Fluff Synopsis: Tae is desperately trying to get his girlfriend pregnant. While doing a live stream jungkook accidentally walks in on the two of them but they’re both so focused on each other (Tae taking full advantage of praise kink) that they don’t notice. Afterward, Tae and the other members are completely unapologetic about it.

➺ Stay by bebejungkook

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader ‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: smut, established relationship au. ‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Taehyung is getting ready for a night out with the boys but the glass of wine you had is starting to hit so he’s looking yummier than ever.

➺ Lock Down [M] by untaemedqueen

Pairing: Idol!Taehyung x Reader WordCount: 6.6k Genre: Fluff, Smut Summary: A fluffy and smutty oneshot in which Tae accidentally finds out you like him and then goes out of his way to make your life impossible (brushing up against you, lip bites, etc) until he knows you have no resistance left.

{SERIES}

➺ With a brush of fate by yoongiofmine

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x f!reader Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers. Parts: 21/21 Summary: Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyung’s soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didn’t even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?

➺ Mini Me by bts-reveries

pairings: artist!taehyung x singlemom!reader genre: family, fluff, angst parts: 29/29 summary: Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?

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