#wanted to try something different cause i couldn't think up a good short story for this prompt

[cursed-elements-blog]

SELFSHIPTOBER DAY 4 - Fog

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I can't see but I know you're there.

Fog clouds my vision,

A pale veil falling slowly over my mind.

It blocks the specifics.

Leaving only suggestions.

Silhouettes.

What are you thinking? I wonder

Where are you now?

Beside me I hope.

No, I know.

We made that promise long ago.

We'll stay by each other's side.

I can't remember how we met,

But I know how I felt

When you looked me in the eyes

As you told me your name.

Or when you first kissed me.

I can't see but I still see you

Waking up in the morning next to me

Laying down after a long day

In my arms

In your arms

On top of me

Inside me

Holding my hand

On one knee

Your silhouette is piercing,

Visible in the endless fog.

I can hear you

That much I'm sure of.

I'd never forget your voice

Even if everything else is stifled.

Blurred together.

Sounds indistinguishable.

Except yours.

The fog has taken a lot

Memories.

Faces.

Voices.

But it'll never take you.

It can't take my feelings for you.

I love you, my otter

Though the dark of night

The blinding light of day

In the clear young air

And through the all-consuming fog.

I love you.

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[captainreecejames]

Miss Movin On || My Ex is a Footballer CL16 Edition

links [masterlist] [my ex series masterlist] [series update with more footballers]

summary your ex is engaged and you haven't moved on, or have you?

pairings ex!federico chiesa x reader, charles leclerc x reader faceclaim benedetta porcaroli

warnings cursing, mentions of austria 24

notes lol this is kinda short but my head has been hurting for the past few days so I haven't been able to do much. Fernando Alonso's my ex is the next one I'm working on.

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charlie still getting off topic

frenchie pie don't worry chiesa, she's moved on to someone better

kika!! 💘 pierre, he is not saying that!

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kika!! 💘 say 'don't worry, she's moved on'

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[unreliablesnake]

Untitled. Part one.

Summary: Deacon wants to introduce his girlfriend to his kids.

Note: Reader is a fashion model in her twenties. Deacon and Annie only have three kids. To be honest I like him and the reader together and I see potential. I mean, jealousy from Annie's side or her coming up with the idea that Deac is experiencing some midlife crisis, the kids hating/loving her, the team finding out they're together, she gets into trouble and he has to save our protect her...

Warning: age gap, afab!reader.

PS: I told you I can't stop.

Danica, the lead makeup artist of the photo shoot came over to you with a wide grin on her face, quickly sending the others away so she could tell you an important piece of gossip. You returned her smile as you leaned closer to listen, expecting something about the model who caused some chaos by not showing up.

But she remained silent for a little too long, and you began to assume it was about something else. And just like that, your suspicion was proven right when she finally spoke up. “There's a handsome silver fox outside with a police badge and he's looking for you. Jack is trying to convince him to leave if it's not related to an investigation, though, so if he belongs to you…”

“Oh, yes, he's mine,” you were quick to say with a bright smile. “Thanks for the heads-up, I'll talk to Jack.”

She nodded before gently patting you on the shoulder, giving you the green light to leave. Your makeup was done, it was only your hair that they had to finish before you could stand in front of the camera. They could surely survive five minutes without you, so you rushed out of the building to find your boyfriend and hopefully tell the head of security that there was nothing to worry about.

When your eyes finally fell on Deacon, you couldn't help but gulp from the sight. He was wearing a suit, something you always pointed out looked good on him, and when he noticed you, his face immediately lit up. You had been together for three months now, so this was probably the honeymoon phase making you this happy around each other, but you truly hoped things would stay this way.

His marriage ended shortly before you met thanks to Chris, and back then he wasn't ready to make a move on someone. But months later you met again on a night out with the team and he finally made up his mind to ask for your number. Long story short, he swept you off your feet with ease, and even the age difference wasn't enough to stop you from being happy together.

“Jack, he's with me. Can you let him in?” you asked with a sweet smile.

The man let out a sigh then gestured to him that he was allowed to enter the premises under your watch. Deacon leaned down to kiss the top of your head, already knowing better than to ruin your makeup, then took your hand and led you a little further away from people.

“Don’t get me wrong, I'm glad you're here, but why did you come? Did something happen?” you asked worriedly.

He was quick to reassure you with a shake of his head. “I just wanted to see you. But there's a change in the plans. Annie called; something came along and I'll have the kids over tonight,” he told you.

If he had the kids over, it meant your planned date had to be canceled. It sucked, but you were okay with it. His kids would always come first, and you liked that about him. He loved them more than anything, and it was nice to see how well he and his ex got along after the divorce. Were you jealous of their relationship? Yes, some days it was hard, but you knew they had a history together. You can't delete so many years with a piece of paper that proved you weren't together anymore.

“Raincheck?”

Deacon's smile returned as he watched you. “No. Come over tonight and meet the kids,” he suggested casually. You bit on your lower lip and avoided his gaze, showing the tell tale signs of your insecurity. “Hey, it's okay. I want them to finally meet you. Actually, I think Lila would love you. I was going through some photos of you the other day and there was this stunning picture of you wearing a purple gown. When she saw that, she said you looked like a princess and got all excited, saying she wanted to dress like that too.”

It was hard to hold back a laugh. You could imagine a young girl going nuts over the idea of wearing gowns every single day, and you could also imagine the way he was torn between smiling at his daughter and wishing she would just go to sleep.

Despite your good mood, you still didn't know if you were ready. Meeting the kids was a big step, one that he wanted to happen sooner than it would naturally occur. So you took a deep breath and stepped away, dragging him along as you walked back inside the building. Maybe if he began to focus on seeing you work, he would forget about this idea.

While Henry styled your hair, Deacon leaned against a table with his arms folded over his chest as he watched you. “You don't want to meet them,” he suddenly said. When you let out a sigh and tore your gaze away from him, he nodded. “At all or just yet?”

“It's too soon, Deac,” you admitted. “Look, we've only been together for a few months. I love you, you know that, but I don't think I'm ready for their questions. I need some time to figure out how to talk to kids first. I don't know anything about that, I don't have the experience, and–”

With a small smile on his face he came closer and signaled the hair stylist the step aside for a second. When you gave him a worried look, he just leaned down to place a light kiss on your temple. “Okay, okay, I get it. I love you too, no matter when you meet them. I can give you advice, don't worry, then we'll wait until you're ready,” he assured you.

“Lovebirds, I hate to interrupt, but if you're not ready in ten minutes, they will kill you,” Henry said, but then his eyes fell on Deacon's badge. “Not literally, of course.”

“Yeah, I assumed you meant it that way.”

[admrlthundrbolt]

Run Run Run (Eddie x Chubby Reader x Venom)

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You were someone he could always depend on. The kind neighbor that kept him in mind. So when Venom comes into the picture, it's hard for him to not obsess over you. This perfectly plump morsel waiting to be devoured. He need only to convince Eddie that you belonged with them.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. In all honesty Venom and Eddie have to be one of my favorite duos. So with the new movie coming out soon. We'll I just couldn't resist writing something for them. Hope you enjoy.

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You sighed as the mail locker stayed jammed shut. No matter how much you yanked or jiggled. It never seems to budge. Hotel Schueller had never been the nicest apartment building. But it was a short walk from your job and had some great people around it.

The front door squeaking open caused your head to shoot in it's direction. Speaking of, your favorite upstairs neighbor just walked in. “Hey Eddie, do you think you could give me a hand?” You were hopeful as you called out to him.

Without sparing you a glance he darted to the stairs. “Can't right now. I think I made a break through with this newest story.”

Your face dropped as he brushed you off. “Oh, OK then.” Trying not to let it get to you, your shoulders sagged. Turning back to the locker, you were surprised to see it open.

Picking up his pace at your downtrodden answer, he frowned. So focused on his annoyance with the situation. He didn't notice a black tendril merging back, coming from the lobby.

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Venom was seething. Not only had he been plucked from his home planet. But his host was forcing him from one of the most perfect beings. And for what! He didn't trust the symbiote to keep you safe. That was the only thing he wanted. Your safety was at the top of his priority list. Next to finding out if your soft flesh felt as luscious as it look. Oh to feel his tendrils caress your thick thighs. Spend enough time wrapped around you to know your smell…your taste. His body trembled at the mere thought.

Until he remembered that Eddie would never allow such things. He knew how the man treasured you. How he didn't even realize that the two of their thoughts aligned. The night he had merged with the man, you had been on his mind. The alien had then brushed the thoughts away. A being if Earth was no concern of his. Then you showed up at his door, worried beyond belief. It was endearing to him. To have such a caring person seek him out. He and his host shared the same thoughts in that moment. You were a Saint and they were the Sinner unworthy of you.

Still it didn't stop him from pouting. “Why can we not meet them Eddie?” He could feel an annoyance fill his host. But he pressed, he could not ignore him forever. “We wish to bask in their company. To hear her sweet tones. Feel the warmth of their plush skin.” The heat that began to spread across the man's body was delightful. It wouldn't be long before he could convince him to bring you closer.

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You had been on his mind constantly lately. Between trying to avoid your presence and Venom's pestering. There didn't seem to be a moment that you weren't running through his head.

Even now, as he tried to drift to sleep. His thoughts were plagued by you. Your caring nature and sweet laughter. The way your eyes crinkle when you smile. The suppleness of your hand when it happened to brush against his. The warmth of your presence was enough to blind him.

But you were to good for them. You had a normal life that didn't need them to ruin it. If you had only met sooner in life things may have turned out differently. Rolling over, he felt sleep began to wrap around him. The image of you wandering in his subconscious, lulling him.

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Another day and another argument. “You can't eat every inconvenience we have.” He shook his head as he slammed the apartment door shut. Throwing his things towards the couch, he glared as they fell to the floor instead.

“What is the point of protecting the city if we do not also benefit.” His floating head frowned at the man. It wasn't enough that he was confined to this body. But the moral code of his host was stifling.

“They are a civil servant. Their job is to enforce the rules and keep people safe. A ticket sucks, but it happens.” As much as he likes to take the high road. There was a part of him that agreed with the parasite. He had gotten back to his motorcycle before the guy had finished the ticket. Didn't stop him from finishing and slapping in on the seat. Still being a douche wasn't a crime. A fact that really made Venom rage.

His eyes narrowed at Eddie, then a vicious grin curled on his lips. “If we cannot eat them, then let's go get some chocolate.” He knew changing the subject from violence usually got him his way. The thought of heading to Mrs. Chen's, while it also happened to be time for you to get off work. Well, let's just call it a happy coincidence. Until he let his thoughts get a bit to loud in his excitement. Allowing his host to hear his line of thought.

His head shook in resolution. “No way. You are not getting a chance to get them involved.” He moved towards the bathroom, but was stopped. His feet had become enclased in black tendrils. His body marched to the front door. Reaching for the fridge, he barely caught the handle. Though this didn't stop the alien. Instead the appliance toppled over with a crash. They argued a bit longer, each fighting for control. Until a frantic pounding came from the door.

Morphing back into his host, Venom growled. This wouldn't be the end of the conversation. Though his annoyance shifted into elation as you called out.

“Eddie! Are you ok?” You sounded out of breath. It was a safe guess that you rushed up stairs. It warmed both of them to think that the noise from their argument made you check on them. But that didn't stop the grimace from settling on the man's face. He debated whether or not to open the door.

“Please Eddie. I just need to know you're not hurt.” You were desperate. The image of his sickly face not to long ago flashing in your mind. Your upstairs neighbor that always had you back. He looked as if he was on death's door that night. He may have pulled away from you lately. But that was no reason to not worry about a friend.

He crack the door open, his heart thruming chaoticly. Though for all of his anxiety, the sight of your soft face calmed him. Pulling the door wider, he gave you a sad look. He wanted to tell you everything. Knowing you would embrace him, with your soft warmth. Reassure him that everything was fine. You would help him and be there. Instead he stared at you and forced a small smile onto his lips. “I'm OK. Just some problems with the fridge.” He steps back and you blink at the overturned appliance.

Your shoulders sagged, the tension finally releasing. Clutching the flashlight tighter in your hands you sighed. “What about the voices?” You hated to pry, but his safety was more important than etiquette.

He glanced at the flash light in your hands. It was odd that you had it. Shaking the thought away he pointed to the TV. “I must have had it up to loud. Sorry about that.” A second to late Venom pointed out his mistake. ‘It is off Eddie.’ His face pinched at the obvious lie.

You looked him over and didn't see any signs of distress. So with a nod and a relieved smile you went on your way. Not wanting to be a bother.

The pair looked after you longingly. Each wishing they could truly tell you.

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Venom stared longingly out of the window. He kept glancing down, hoping you might step out on the fire escape. It was a rare occurrence, but he cherished any time he could spend with you. Even if you weren't aware of it.

He still hadn't convinced Eddie to pursue you. The idiot didn't understand! If there was danger then they could save you. The safest place you could be was in their arms. He would wrap himself around your plush warmth. Sink his tendrils into your lusciously pliable skin. The three of you could enjoy so many wonderfully lazy days together. A pur flowed up his throat at the thought.

This sound caught Eddie's attention. It was an odd noise to come from the symbiote. Glancing at his watch, he decided it was time for a break. Pushing away from the desk, he made his way over to the floating head. “Watcha see Ven?”

The alien sighed wistfully. “I am thinking about (Y/N).” He glanced at his host from the corner of his vision.

The man's expression dropped a bit. For as much as he protested, he actually agreed with the parasite. You were amazing and he would love to be with you. But the thought of them causing you pain. It was to much to bear. “I know buddy. We need to think about them though.”

Before he could reluctantly agree, they were pulled from their conversation by yelling. There was a man threatening a woman outside the window. “Look lady, you better hand everything over!” He was waving around a knife as he frantically demanded her stuff.

The alien perked up, nothing would brighten his mood more than criminal brains. “Eddie we must go help. That lady is in danger.”

He was reluctant to jump into action. But the weapon was making it hard to stay in place. Then it became impossible to not intervene. When your voice answered the mugger. “OK, just let me get out my flashlight. I can't find my wallet without it.”

They shifted as the violent man told you to hurry up. Not bothering to open the window they explode onto the fire escape. This distracts the robber, but not you. They see you pull out the same flashlight as the other day. Their confusion soon turns to surprise as you jab it into the man's stomach. He doubles over in pain and groans. You don't give him a moment to catch his breath as you bring your knee to his nose. A sickening cruch echoes through the alley. The man's body drops unceremoniously with a hard thud. With him taken care of, you turn towards the heavy breathing behind you.

They stared at you in awe. Their sweet, soft little neighbor had just downed a threatening man with a weapon. Venom's mouth parted in a wide taunting grin. “And you thought she was helpless.” He would have continued his gloating. If not for the fact that you had turned the taser towards them.

“If you take a step closer I won't hesitate to use this on you.” The man on the ground shifted a bit, but made no other move. You glance at him, though you never fully turned from the being in front of you. “What, are you guys some sort of team. One of you makes threats while the other gets behind the victim?” Your grip tightened on your weapon, sending another short shot of sparks out.

He stepped forward shaking his head. Then stopped as you held down the button. The taser may be small, but it sent a barrage of electricity out. “No, you have it all wrong.” With great reluctants, he shifts back down into his small counterpart.

A beat of silence goes by, then another, your eyes widening all the time. Then your hands come up and tangle in your hair. “This explains so much.” It was said so softly that he almost didn't catch it.

Taking a tentative step forward, his brows pinched in confusion. “It does?”

Your eyes shot in his direction. “Of course it does. I thought I may have been putting you under pressure. But the sudden change in attitude and schedule. It was a clear lifestyle change. Although.” You gave him and the being hovering near his shoulder a once over. “I wouldn't have guessed exactly this.”

The symbiote wasn't sure his smile could get any bigger. “We are happy to see that you are not angry with us Morsel. It was Eddie's stupid idea to avoid you.” He glared at the man accusingly.

He pointed his finger into the parasite's face. “It's not that simple and you know it.” He turned to you with tired eyes. “I didn't want you getting involved in this mess. You shouldn't have to worry about taking care of us.”

You shook your head with a hard look on your face. “Shouldn't I get a say in this. I've always considered you a close friend. And when you pulled away, I worried. Were you going through something or had I done something. Then the other day, there was obviously something going on. But you didn't trust me enough to tell me. It took someone attacking me to bring out the truth.” With a sigh you looked between the pair and moved a few steps forward. Your expression had softened by the time you stopped in front of them. “I understand that you wanted to protect me though. To be honest, I would have probably done the same if I were in your shoes.”

Wrapping your plush arm around his and gave it a squeeze. You were a bit shocked at the black tendrils that laced around your fingers. It was an odd sensation, but not an unpleasant one. “Why don't we head to my place for some tea and talk about this?”

The duo nodded quickly. As they latched onto you, not willing to leave your side. They couldn't help to reflect on how they should have confided in you sooner. But they wouldn't make the same mistake in letting you not be a permanent facete in their lives. One they were willing to do anything for.

[me-and-your-husband]

How bout Ellie fiending over a thick reader, Girlie with a dump truck ? 👀

I think papa likes her fat bottomed girls yk ?

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you're so right oh my god now i'm really thinking about it. certified thick girl™️ here btw.

warnings: smut, thick reader (specifically ass and thighs 🤤), swearing, ellie is kinda feral

even before you got together, ellie would be staring at the way your thighs moved as you walked, ogling your ass as you bent over to pick something up. (most of the time) she wasn't even trying to objectify you, but she went batshit crazy in the summer when you'd parade around wearing ripped up denim shorts, giving her more to look at. dina or jesse probably caught her a few times too.

"you've gotta stop staring at her like that, ellie. there's literally a puddle of drool underneath you."

she'd just groan and pretend she wasn't stealing glances at your ass and thighs out of her peripherals.

and she'd always be finding excuses to even brush your ass or thighs. once, you came back from patrol with a cut on your inner thigh that needed stitches. she had to practically BEG joel to let her stitch you up.

"why?"

"i've got steadier hands than you."

she ended up sat between your thighs, so close she could feel the warmth radiating from your body, the flesh of your thighs doing that thing when you sit down where they just get twice as big out of nowhere. she couldn't even look at you, but her hands were fucking shaking because she was literally between your thighs right now oh my god

or she'd go to reach behind you, pretending to accidentally brush your ass with her hand.

she'd never do anything too weird though.

when you guys started dating tho? different story

her hands are ALWAYS on your ass. everyone headcanons her as a tits girl, but i disagree. she's literally sleeping facing you so she can wrap your legs around her and she can just hold your ass. that's literally it she does not give a fuck.

i feel like she wouldn't touch you too much in public, but when you're around your friends? girl is all over you. hand in your back pocket, hand wrapping around the inside of your thigh, keeping it warm. she loves to just squeeze the soft flesh of your ass or your thighs, pinching it, sucking it, literally anything.

she absolutely LOVES when you sit on her face, literally drowning in your slick, caged by your supple thighs and her hands literally squeezing your ass the entire time.

it's to the point where you barely wear pants around her place anymore cause she'll just end up ripping them off of you so you can sit on her lap and she can massage your thighs anyways

you once joked about getting "ellie" tattooed into the inside of your right thigh and "williams" tattooed on the left but it actually turned her on a little

she'd never admit it though.

it didn't matter if there were 80 empty chairs next to her, you were sitting on her lap, and that was just how it was

your ass is literally like a stress reliever for her. whenever she's anxious she'll just pull you into her lap and feel you up. she has no shame in it either.

and if you're in the kitchen making lunch or something she'll come up behind you, squeezing your thick hips and ass, so drunk on your curves that you're asking her what she wants on her sandwich and she just goes "this ass is so good."

she definitely sucks hickies into your asscheeks too when you're fucking. like the inside of your thighs and your ass will be LITTERED in purple bruises from her mouth. it would hurt to sit down for a couple of days but you didn't care.

and maybe on patrol you get ambushed by a group of guys. you manage to take out most of them but there's one left and he's got her in a chokehold, and you jump down from some random corner and literally take him out with your thighs around his neck. yeah she's gasping for air but she's DRAGGING you back to jackson and not letting you leave her bed for dayssss

ellie is definitely the type to get so fucking pussy drunk, she'd be eating you out and then she'd just start like nuzzling your ass and thighs with her cheek while her own slick is just POOLING underneath her

something inside of me tells me that she'd call you "mama" all the time, no matter the setting.

"c'mere, mama."

"that's a sweet ass, mama."

"fuck, mama. love these thighs."

need this in my life so bad

part 2

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How does the Modern Reincarnation AU work in the Twice as Bad AU? Especially with MK and everything? I know it would probably be completely unlikely that Peaches would get the opportunity to die with her two monkey hubbies always around her, but what if her dying happened on the journey? Like her death was something that happened while the monkey demons were restrained and couldn't do anything about it, causing them to wait the couple hundred years until she pops up again?

(Also, I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am for your creativity and art! You're awesome. Hope you have a great day! 💙)

oh man oh boy (also thank you skye, you're making my day :))

(so both monkeys have wrist and ankle cuffs in this au, and the cuffs work like a less harmful version of the circlets. anytime reader says a certain command, they throw the demon wearing them to the ground. i imagine that the moment reader dies, the cuffs fall off.)

it's utterly silent when they hit the ground.

the boys are distraught. they're inconsolable. theyre angry. whatever demon caused reader's death will be torn apart peice by peice, tortured until death. and then...

...nothing. the monkey demons shut down beyond an occasional terse word. they're still technically bound to the journey by the circlets and the bodhisattva's command, and so they continue on. they only speak to their companions when necessary. macaque spends most of his time in the shadows, and wukong walks behind the group. they take out their sadness and rage on the myriad demons that get in their way. the journey concludes with wukong and macaque denying their enlightenment and going home to flower fruit mountain.

their conquests become especially brutal for the next couple hundred years.

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centuries later, mk comes into the world. wukong finds him wandering the mountain, and adopts him as his own. macaque is an uncle figure to the boy, helping in his training and teaching a different worldview. mk grows up knowing very little about humans beyond what his monkey family tells him. regardless, he's curious and wants to know more.

the two elder monkey demons are jaded, and their resentment for the celestial realm and humanity has only grown. though, they'll both slip into wistfulnesss occasionally, telling mk about reader and what she was like. he heard plenty of stories about her growing up, and he always finds himself wishing he could have met her. it's the only time mk will hear his caretakers speak positively about a human.

when mk asks to go into the city, wukong refuses. he doesn't want his son around any mortals, and were it not for his "infinite mercy," that wretched city would be dust by now. it's only when macaque agrees to go with mk that wukong relents. macaque, who's somewhat more knowledgeable about modern humans than his brother, tells mk what he knows about how the mortal world works. mk doesn't get the chance to make his friends until later in this au, when he's allowed to make short solo excursions into the city to buy groceries.

he's taking too long on a run when it happens.

mk has encountered mei, and thinking the dragon heir was trying to start a fight (given the monkey demons' history with dragons), mk battles her. while the two have their brawl that eventually ends in tentative friendship, macaque waits at a rendezvous point.

when mk doesn't show after twenty minutes, macaque lets out a long-suffering sigh and sets out across the roof tops and alleyways to search for him. the kid, for all his strengths, has never been good at time management. after a while, macaque is able to track him to a little noodle shop in the downtown area.

the dark-furred simian watches from a nearby rooftop as mk and...a disguised dragon? girl? go inside the shop. macaque melds into the shadows, following them in through the half-shuttered doorway. the shop isn't anything to write home about; simple decor, simple noodles, a suspiciously familiar pig demon manning the kitchen, a woman managing the register—

macaque stops cold.

it only takes a second for macaque to get a read on the woman's soul. and upon closer inspection, she looks familiar too.

heartbreakingly familiar. same hair, same eyes... same smile, aimed at mk as she welcomes him. this woman—she's their reader, reincarnated. she has to be. mk makes a joke, something about monkeying around, and the girl laughs; the same joyful sound he remembers from all those centuries ago. it's the same. she's the same.

a shadowy tear makes its way down his incorporeal face. she's here. alive.

he has to tell wukong.

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter 4.5: the one where Charles has more experience

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader

Chapter summary: things heat up between the trio

Warnings: uhhh smut? Kind of? Talks of sexual things, dom/sub dynamics, lots of communication, Max does some research, Charles has a massive sex drive

Notes: This was way more intimate than I was expecting, but I just kinda ran with it.

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It's certainly interesting how things can come up in conversation. How it can start innocent and the become the most filthiest thing you've ever spoken.

That's how Charles feels right now.

He wasn't meaning to say it. He just wasn't thinking when he did.

They'd gone to a club after their most recent race. It's not all the time the female can go do these things since she is merely nineteen years old.

Clubbing together didn't look weird since there were so many people around. To the naked eye, it seemed that they were merely good friends.

But something was different about her tonight.

Max had whispered something in her ear when he arrived and immediately started looking for the pair.

She walked over to him first. More like swayed. Her hips moved side to side in a dress that complimented every aspect of her.

He didn't even have anything to drink yet. And since when did she get so bold?!

They'd had small conversations about sex life. How Charles could join them at some point if he wanted to. And he definitely does. But the insecurities that form in the pit of his stomach make him back out every time.

Is it his eyes? Maybe her lips? How about all of both of them.

Having two good-looking people invite you to have sex with them is not an opportunity that comes around every day.

She's so close now. Her hands spread flat against his chest. "Wanna dance?"

He was already gone.

Max must have deemed he needed a push or something because he downed a shot and then let her drag him to the dance floor.

Max just watched. Eyeing both of them for their reactions.

The Monegasque knows how things work between them. Max had literally sat him down after a few months of dating and decided to go over the entire thing.

Long story short: the female their with has no idea about sexual things unless Max has explained it to her (someone sent her an article about how to please a man you need to fake an orgasm sometimes, Max was livid about it and now keeps her away from reaserching sex online). Obviously, Max is in charge. What he says goes. She is ridiculously keen on putting his pleasure above her own. Max pointed out he learned when she's faking and made sure he took care of her cause she would do exactly what she's told and not think twice about herself. Apparently, he learned that the hard way. He went through the comprehensive list of their kinks. A yes and no chart. Then kindly asked Charles to add his (he got the red pen, of course).

Knowing what he knows now about them, it's no wonder she clings to every word Max says like it's her lifeline sometimes. He couldn't imagine being eighteen and only knowing the basic function of sex.

Regardless, now he's here, her ass grinding into his hips to the best of whatever was being played. She keeps looking at Max, his face and hands moving to lay in different ways like they were communicating by code.

She's guiding his hands now. He didn't realize how awkward he was standing there until now. Good grief he's useless sometimes.

He loses himself in the feeling of where his hands now lay across her hips, on the cusp of touching her ass.

If everyone else wasn't drinking, they would be screwed for sure. Max isn't even trying to look jealous! He's just smirking at the two if then together, probably getting off on it.

She makes eye contact with Max again. He taps his ear a few times. Then she's facing Charles. "Can you take me home?"

Oh, it could be so innocent. But he knows it's not.

He doesn't say no, though.

~

Charles covered his mouth when he said it. They'd been making conversation before thing escalated like they inevitably would.

"Have you done this before, Charlie? Because I've only ever had one partner at a time." Max had asked. Trying to keep the theme of complete transparency with one another.

"I got invited to an to a sleepover at a friend's house right after I turned eighteen. He took me out to a party his friends were hosting. Things got going, and everybody was having sex with everyone at one point. That's when I found out I like men also." Charles laughed nervously. Then, mentally hit his head on a rock. He sounded like a slut.

"Glad to know we won't be completely lost then!"

Charles stared blankly at the Dutch. "So you don't care I did that? Or that I've done this with multiple partners a few times since?"

"Why would we care, Charlie?" The girl beside Max practically whispers.

On the bright side at the lecture from Max, they'd handed over clean blood panels. So he's not left explaining that he is clean and isn't going to be spreading anything around.

~

The girl watches closely as the two males move about the room. She'd been told to stay put in the chair while Max pulled things out that they needed.

Charles looked like he might throw up from anxiety, and she wanted nothing more than to console him.

He'd just talked about how he'd wanted this for so long. Why did he look so nervous then?

Thankfully, Max didn't tell her she couldn't speak. "Maxy-" he turns to look at her. She could already feel herself falling into the stupid fuzzy head space he likes having her in. "Can I sit with Charles?"

Max asses the Monegasque, noticing his now sick complexion and far away stare. He nods to the girl in approval.

You'd think she wouldn't like being told what to do because of her upbringing. She'd tell you differently. Max knew how to make her feel things she couldn't on her own and is always trying to keep her safe. His words bring safety and comfort to her mind. They make it so her mind can't overthink the little things.

You'd also think Max would be similar in this setting like he is on the race track. Here, though, things are different. With her, he has an unrelenting calm amidst his never-ending storm. She can calm Mad Max with a singular, gentle touch. And for that, he makes sure to treat her right. Whether that be going hard because she tried to do something stupid or being gentle because she's feeling insecure that day.

She pads over to where Charles is sitting on the bed and plops herself down next to him. "Charlie? You don't have to do this if you don't want to. It's not like we're in a rush."

"No-" comes out faster then he would've liked and his face flushes again. "I'm just in love and don't want to mess it up here."

She taps her chin with her index finger. "I think if you can mess up a relationship because of something in the bedroom, then it must not have been working to begin with"

"She's right. Someone ignoring a safe word stems long before they actually get in bed." Max calls from the bathroom. Whatever he's looking for is somehow eluding him. "I give up. We'll have to do that on a different day."

Both the girl and Charles send Max equally confused glances. "Remember the stuff we purchased yesterday? I cant find it."

The girl nods in understanding. Max had been furiously exploring some new things. He had never been with a male before and was feeling wildly unprepared for this certain event. He wants to know and understand how things work so Chatles isn't left with nothing.

Things were read. Some videos watched. Then, he made a few purchases. Nex things to add to the ever heavier box in their closet.

"Are you speaking of... lube?" Charles is laughing. She is glad to see him relax a bit. "You realize I've been single for far too long, yes? Did you think I wouldn't have any?"

"To be fair, I wasn't thinking much at all."

"See Charlie! You're not the only one who's a bit nervous!"

~

Charles' hotel was across the street. Thankfully meaning they didn't have to walk far in sweatshirts and hats with the hoods pulled over.

She felt odd not being in her own room. But her thoughts go back to Charles and how maybe this would be more comfortable for him.

Charles pulls a bottle out of his travel bag and tosses it to Max, who catches it with ease. "Someone's been horny." Max smirks. Once again, pulling out that furious red color onto the Monegasques cheeks.

"In my defense, you two are incredibly sexy."

"Want to find out just how sexy?"

"I think it would be a sad waist of time if we didn't."

Max glances at her patiently waiting form. "Remember how I said this is going to be different than when it was just the two of us?" She nods her head. "It's okay if you don't know what to do. If you have a question just ask." She nods her head again.

"Knees on the bed." Ah, there's the demanding Max she knows so well.

She pulls herself onto the bed and faces the two males on her knees.

Max pulls Charles in by his better loop. Then, he leans over him and plants a hungry kiss on his lips. She'd seen them kiss before, but this was different. This was more.

She watched as Charles relaxed into Max. His arms wrapping around the Dutchs neck to pull him closer.

They allow themselves to lose themselves in each other.

She squirms around a bit. Her knees sinking further into the plush of the mattress. She wants to join also. Is that allowed? She doesn’t know but she doesn’t want to interfere with their moment.

Max pulls away breathless, panting both for air and more of Charles. “One thing we don’t know yet is where you fall Charlie. Do you like telling people what to do? Perhaps you like being told what to do?” Their eye contact is intense but Charles meets it and doesn’t back down

“Perhaps, a bit of both at times.” Then he’s pulling Max in.

This is new. Max always says what to do. Max is always in charge. Is Charles also in charge now?

She wished she’d come up with these questions when Max first sat her down to explain this to her. She curses her lack of knowledge. Sometimes she wishes she knew what to look for so she could figure it out on her own.

She fidgets a bit. Her eyes attempting to focus on the two boys in front of her. Was she supposed to find this attractive?

Max attacks Charles’ neck with his teeth. Surely staking his claim with a mark on the monegasque. Charles’ half squeak half moan only confirms her theory.

“Mon Amour, I think are girl want to join.”

Max detaches himself from Charles. His eyes graze over your body as if he’s inspecting a piece of jewelry. “Is that what you want? Do you want to come join us?”

It’s a question about if she’s comfortable or not. She wants to join but doesn’t know how. A simple nod of her head is what she can get out. Words don't accurately explain the mess of thoughts in her head.

Charles looks to Max for guidance on their next move. "I've never done this before. Show me how you do it, yeah?"

Charles just about buckles as his knees. How did Max's voice become that much more sexy than an hour ago. It seems a but ridiculous.

He steps over to the girl on the bed, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her closer to the edge.

She yelps in syprise at the action. Her mind takes notice of the difference between their hands. Max has rough hands. Large enough to grip around her with ease. Charles has nimble hands. His fingers are gentle as the dance across her skin.

Charles tilts her head up to make her look at him. Then, he slowly places a wet kiss on her lips. A string of saliva still connecting them as he pulls away.

She closes her eyes and gets lost in the new sensations. Scaqred to open her eyes and see Max and Charles no longer there.

Charles reaches behind him. His palm open towards Max, indicating for the Dutch to join him. "You realize you're allowed to touch me, right?" He giggles.

"I'm going to remind you once again that I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Good thing I do because we're never going to get anywhere at this rate." Then Charles is peeling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor.

Max has obviously seen Charles shirtless. Now, he just got a chance to let his gaze linger. He lets his fingers run through the lines of Charles' abs and grace the start of his V-line.

Meanwhile, Charles has started his work on her. Delicately undoing the zipper of her dress and sliding it off her.

Something between shock and excitement covers his face as he sees her lack of undergarments. "Max made you out to be so good, I guess he lied, qhm?"

She looks like she might cry for a brief moment. "I am good! Max said not to wear anything..." she blushes and returns her gaze to the floor. "He said it might make you want to come back with us tonight."

Charles cranes his neck to look at Max. The Dutch does nothing but wink at him. If there is one thing he appreciates about the Dutchman, it's his the way every one of his moves is calculated.

Charles turns back to the girl and takes a moment to admire her body. His fingers dance across her skin like when he plays a soft melody on the piano.

Hands are everywhere, exploring the most intimate parts of each other. The air in the room grows thicker with every moan.

When they're thoroughly fucked out, Max goes to start aftercare preparations. Leaving the Monegasque to keep an eye on the female.

Charles does the one thing Max told him he does every time without fail. It doesn't matter why or how, but it always ends the same way. Charles could see the obvious look of disappointment on her face as he left.

Charles leans back over her body. First, he starts low and kisses the scars on her legs. Then, he moves up to her thighs. Gentle and slow, savoring every inch if her skin.

"You are so beautiful, mon amour."

Next are her sides and chest. The dull marks here take up the majority of her skin. These ones he peppers.

Her arms come after, moving all the way from her hands to her neck.

Then, he plants rapid kisses to her cheeks, forehead, and nose. Lastly, landing on her lips. The love pouring into every second of the connection.

Max watches on. And endearing and warm smile creeps onto his face at the sight of them.

Most people could never fathom this working, but here they are. They love each other endlessly. They hold respect for each other. It's something that not many people have.

Her father may have wanted her heart to himself, but it found them, and that's all that matters.

~

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[electrosair]

Husband & dad headcanons anemo + cryo ver.

english isn’t my first language, sorry for mistakes

characters: heizou + kazuha + scaramouche + venti + xiao + kaeya

say ty to my best friend because if it wasn't for her this wouldn't be finished in 3 years.

word count: 1.8k

Heizou

how does he propose to you?

He will leave little clues around your house, he is such a good detective that it will get complicated and in the end he will have to tell you in a 'subtle' way. "I think someone is definitely trying to propose to you. And I happen to have a ring in my pocket."

where is the wedding taking place?

The beaches of Inazuma, at sunset. No more questions, right? They are too beautiful not to celebrate your wedding there.

where are you going on your honeymoon?

My best friend came up with this idea and it couldn't be missed. Heizou would be obsessed with solving something in his style to whatever destination you end up at, so why not go to Liyue and find out all about the ancient mountains and legends of the adeptus?

children before or after marriage?

Although it may not seem like it I feel that he is quite hooked on his work in some strange way. His top priority would not be to have children soon.

how many children does he want?

As I said before, I doubt with his job he has much time to offer to a large family, so between 1-2 kids, maybe a third one when he doesn't work so much anymore, but I doubt it.

how is he during your pregnancy?

He would worry about you, but he would hide it most of the time because he is a detective for a reason. He would always have an eye on you in case anything happens to you, and the moment he notices a first kick, his face lights up with a smile.

any memorable moment with his child?

Take the baby to work day, cause an impressive stir in his office and somehow or other end up solving a case thanks to your little kid. How? He doesn't even know.

Kazuha

how does he propose to you?

After one of the tournaments that Beidou organizes, he would use this stop of the ship to take you to the most beautiful place nearby that he could find. Facing the sea and with the wind blowing in the face of both of you.

where is the wedding taking place?

The Crux, please and thank you. All decorated with the wedding theme and the crew and wedding guests gathered on deck watching your union. We will skip the part where several guests got seasick.

where are you going on your honeymoon?

A place he hasn't been to yet, which leaves us with Sumeru, Fontaine, Natlan or Snezhnaya. I assume you would go to Sumeru because 1. it has port 2. it is more accessible 3. there are so many things to see and explore that Kazuha would take you around as excited as a toddler.

children before or after marriage?

Later, but just for the simple fact that you wouldn't be too sure you'd have the best life to take care of babies right now. I mean, if it's already hard as normal, I don't want to imagine it going from place to place on a boat, so you would wait a little bit.

how many children does he want?

He would be fine with whatever you wanted, but I can see him having more or less around 3 or 4 children once you are already settled in a house or at least for the first few years of the children's lives.

how is he during your pregnancy?

He would take you to different places for walks, with short breaks in between so you don't overexert yourself too much. "Breathe, we're almost there. The top is beautiful, I promise, besides, this is good for when it's time to see our baby."

any memorable moment with his child?

He would probably sing lullabies for your baby to fall asleep, when he grows up they will become little stories and I assure you that no matter how hard you try now he will always want Kazuha to put him to bed.

Scaramouche

how does he propose to you?

If he can fly he's going to use it to surprise you, seeing your amazed face when you landed gave him the strength he needed, so he would simply pick you up off the ground and carry you to the prettiest flower meadow he could find.

where is the wedding taking place?

Sumeru is a good place, nice landscapes, good places to eat and a port so that when you finish the wedding he can continue wandering around the other nations with you as a travel companion.

where are you going on your honeymoon?

Is it okay if I discard Inazuma and Snezhnaya? I'll take that as a yes and say Fontaine seems like a good place to go, especially if it's summer and you can enjoy dips in the water, I bet he'd try ducking you but he'd feel too bad since you're just married.

children before or after marriage?

I feel like he's the type of person who tries to delay having kids as long as possible, so you would definitely end up having them after you get married.

how many children does he want?

I would say between 1-3, 3 being the maximum because he might not be able to stand that much. You would start by having only 1, but after seeing that it is not as bad as it seems you would convince him, he would convince himself, to have another one. "You know what I told you about one being enough for me? Well, I've been thinking about it, and I think you're right…. No, it's not at all because I think they're too cute."

how is he during your pregnancy?

He'd tease you about little pregnancy cravings and such, but at the end of the day he'd try to give you everything he could get. And add to that the bonus of giving you little massages just to get you to 'stop complaining'.

any memorable moment with his child?

He would plan little pranks with the child behind your back and if you caught them he wouldn't hesitate for five seconds and say that the idea was your kid's idea. Only to then make the child forget all about it and make an even better plan.

Venti

how does he propose to you?

After a long time without setting foot in the ruins of the northern part of the nation, he decided to take you there himself. He would guide you to the top of the central tower and propose to you in front of the beautiful view.

where is the wedding taking place?

The Mondstadt church, I mean, what is it for? Other than to praise the anemo archon, who happens to be the same as your future husband. What a coincidence that he was the one who chose the site.

where are you going on your honeymoon?

Let's be honest, he likes any place where he can be served a good wine, and if he is accompanied by you while he drinks it, it's even better. So that's his only requirement, you choose the rest.

children before or after marriage?

Venti doesn't really care, what he likes most is freedom. So I doubt very much that he should be carried away by what people say about having children sooner or later. He lets it flow.

how many children does he want?

Neither too many nor too few, maybe 2 or 3, although the maximum would be 4. He would already be burdened with all the responsibilities that only having one entails.

how is he during your pregnancy?

He doesn't have much else to do during the day apart from playing and being with friends, we can say that he has plenty of time to spend with you. He would also do little things like sing to you during the last few months, when he is sure that the baby listens to him too, and he would even try to drink less. "I'm fine like this, I won't order wine today. A tea like the one you ordered would do me good."

any memorable moment with his child?

A chuckle escaped him as you looked in surprise at your baby floating instead of taking the first steps and turned to see Venti frowning. He wouldn't be able to give a vision to a child barely 1 year old, would he?

Xiao

how does he propose to you?

At first you were worried to see Xiao so nervous, he was usually quite calm and even if he was overwhelmed he wouldn't let you see him like that. You thought it might be because of some of his duties as adeptus, but when he took you to a isolated spot on the mountain and knelt down it all came together.

where is the wedding taking place?

It is obvious to say Liyue, but exactly where, I have doubts. I would discard places like The Chasm and the city, but regarding the rest, I don't think he'd care much about where you're going to celebrate it, he wouldn't even care if it was so inaccessible that almost nobody could go.

where are you going on your honeymoon?

Mondstadt seems like a good place, it's close and he could go relatively quickly to Liyue if he really needs it (a lot). Because it doesn't look like you're going to let him go that easily.

children before or after marriage?

Afterwards, but not for the fact that you are getting married, I feel that he wants to be absolutely sure that you and your children are as safe as possible with him.

how many children does he want?

2, a reasonable number. I don't see him as a father of a very large family, maybe even 1 but he would end up wanting more even if he denied it.

how is he during your pregnancy?

Just attending to your needs whenever he can and watching you 24/7, he used to do that before too but now he has an excuse to do it so you don't say anything to him about it.

any memorable moment with his child?

We all know that Xiao ate snow, not at all would he mention it casually in front of your son and his best idea was to try it and follow his father's steps. He got sick. "I promise I won't say those things in front of him again, even though I don't understand wh- Sorry, sorry."

Kaeya

how does he propose to you?

The bar where you were spending the evening was about to close and Kaeya saw his chance coming. He led you to a slightly more private place and kissed your hand as he knelt down in front of you, pulling out of his pants pocket a small object that glowed in the moonlight.

where is the wedding taking place?

Perhaps on the Mondstadt square, a place where you can have a big celebration to which you can both invite all your friends.

where are you going on your honeymoon?

Maybe Inazuma or Fontaine? Even Snezhnaya. I don't see him as the type to withstand very hot climates very well so Sumeru and Natlan would be out of the question. So a good refreshing trip in which you enjoy the new cities and bars.

children before or after marriage?

He's not the type who cares about the whole problem of having children, as long as he can have them with you he's fine with it any time. So let's say both before and after.

how many children does he want?

Large family for Kaeya. I'm sorry that being an only child and that after everything that happened with Diluc and his father they are now like this…. I mean, he definitely wants siblings for your first child. So around 4.

how is he during your pregnancy?

He would spoil you and ask for days off just for you, but let's not fool ourselves, when he sees your belly grow the slightest bit he would hug you and put his head close to it to try to hear something. He talks more to the baby than to you and it's not even born yet.

any memorable moment with his child?

I can just imagine him telling them stories about how his family are all pirates and that's why they never see them and he wears an eye patch. Just like he did to you when you first met. "Your grandfather gave me this treasure map for when you grow up, that's why you have to eat everything to grow up so you can get the buried mora and jewels."

[yullalightk]

Mr. Puzzles' 5⭐️Rivals AU design/lore✨

Okay, I was originally going to just post an explanation about his design and make a different post all about his lore in my AU. But, I changed my mind since I don't have a lot to say about his design so I thought it would be a good idea to combine them both into one post instead! hope you'll enjoy this simple yet long explanation of my version of Mr. Puzzles!!

Design👔

For his design, I based the pants off of the 1980s ones and his coat being from the 1960~70s. Since in my hc I think he was born around the mid 1950s or 70s 'cause Disney world was built in 1971 so It would make sense for him to be born around that time period!

I also went with a ringleader-ish design because in his original design, he looked like a circus performer than a movie director which is clever btw! 'cause it shows how he prioritizes his first dream of building an amusement park! Anyhow, I didn't really change much just adding some minor details. Like his hands with multicolored wires wrapping his hands. It would show that he isn't a human anymore and it wouldn't cause so much confusion if he's a robot or not😂

And uhhhh..... yes, I added high healed shoes 'cause, C'MON!! HE WOULD TOTALLY WEAR THOSE!! AHSKDHLJKKBSH

Mr. Puzzles' backstory

So, not sure if you all remember this but, I already made a lore/backstory for Mr. Puzzles. But ever since the new episodes leading up to WOTFI 2024, I changed a lot of Puzzles' backstory! And this isn't complete by any means! I'll change stuff or remove stuff that I think isn't necessary for his character. Until then this is his backstory for now. And I'll make a better Mr. Puzzles' backstory post. I swear I'm cramping in so many things at once it isn't funny anymore😅

The things I changed were that both of his parents are horrible people. But, both of their reason for being harsh/abusive on Adam(Puzzles' human name) is pretty different.

Puzzles' backstory in my AU is that, when he was child his dreams were uncommon, childish, "Not Normal". He was told at a young age by his father that his dreams were unrealistic and that he should be a doctor or something more successful. When Puzzles' didn't listen, he would get beaten by his father emotionally and physically.

His mother on the other hand couldn't care less about who or what he wanted to be but, focused on what she wanted him her to be.

A girl. She never wanted a son she wanted a daughter who would be raised to be just like her, the thing is both of her parents push what they want their son to be, Rather than listening or try accepting their son for who he wants to be and what he likes, they and the people around him treat him like nothing but a freak, someone who doesn't belong to the place that was supposed to be his "home"

He wanted to prove his father wrong that no matter how childish his dreams is he can be successful, and once he was successful enough, he would create a new world where nobody is alone. He will create a world where anybody can be anything! without having anyone to tell them what to be. He took many drastic measures to make his dream a reality though, like cutting off his head and torturing his victims just for the viewers entertainment. And once he was famous he will have enough power to make his own world.

Long story short: He lived a horrible life in a horrible world, and he wanted to create a better world where nobody will suffer again, and at the same time prove to his father that he can be successful in life no matter how childish his dream may be. And gain friends along the way.

I'll come up with a better backstory... this one is just full of my hcs, too many hcs.

[mi-to-the-a]

Late Studio

pairing: idol Hongjoong x reader

genre: smut, fluff(ish?)

word count: 779

authors note: Hello, so I wrote this but I'm honestly scared of what you'll think about this. So please don't be quiet and let me know what you think. 🙏🏼

You were very excited when you got a message from your boyfriend Hongjoong...yes THAT Hongjoong from ATEEZ. Long story short you've met at their fan site and going strong since then. He messaged you and asked if you could come over to his studio cause he wanted to play you a song and he couldn't wait any longer. Currently, the time is 11:23 PM and you just walked into the building where his studio is. You went to the elevator to take you upstairs. Once you heard the little ding letting you know that you were on the right floor, your heart skipped a beat. Before you knocked on his door you fixed yourself, took a deep breath, knocked on the door and after you heard him say ''Come in.'' you went in. ''Hi babe.'' you said. ''Hi, baby. Everything's fine?'' he asked while getting up to greet you. ''Yeah everything's fine.'' you answered. ''Glad to hear.'' he put his arms on your hips while you held his forearms. He kissed you gently and hugged you. ''You wanna listen to the song now or should we wait a little and just talk first?'' he asked. ''Yeah you can play it for me now and then we can talk and just enjoy the time together.'' you said softly. ''Okay, you can sit on the couch or you can take the second chair.'' he smiled at you. ''Couch it is.'' you said laughing a little. He smiled and sat down on his chair and clicked a few things. You always saw him on stage but seeing him in the studio was different. He started the song and moved a little bit away from his desk so he could turn his chair towards you to see your reaction. The song started playing and oh my was it not what you expected. The song was slow and sensual. His singing and rapping went well with it. During the whole song, you haven't noticed how your body reacted to it, only after it ended and Hongjoong asked you what you thought about the song, have you noticed your thighs pressing together and how stiff you became. ''Do you not like it?'' he asked you when you didn't answer him the first time. ''No, no, it-it's actually very good, it's just something that you haven't made before.'' you wanted to slap yourself for not speaking properly. ''Yeah, I wanted to try something new, made this and I wanted you to hear it.'' he noticed the way your face was flushed but he didn't want to say anything about it. He crossed his legs under him. ''So you like it?'' he asked you with a smile on his face. ''Umm yea-yeah I like the song. Honestly tell me one song that I don't like of yours? You're an amazing producer.'' you smiled back at him. ''Thank you. I don't know about any song you don't like. Can I get a kiss?'' he asked while pursing his lips in a pout. ''You don't need to ask.'' you stood up from the couch and went to him. You put your hands on both of his cheeks and leaned down. You kissed him gently and started to move away. ''More.'' he said. How could you say no to him? So you leaned down and your lips met again. Then he fixed the way he was sitting so his legs were on the ground and pulled you on his lap. He started peppering your face and neck with kisses and you giggled. After a few minutes of him peppering you with kisses and then slow and gentle kissing, it becomes a make-out session full of hunger, lust, and need. The way he was kissing you and touching your body had you want more. You started to move your hips against his and you noticed how hard he got. He took off your t-shirt and you took off his. Hongjoong stood up and carried you to the couch. He lay you down while he was on top of you, kissing you. ''Tell me if you wanna stop.'' he asked you. ''Don't stop.'' you breathed. After a few minutes all clothes were off and the studio became heavy, filled with breaths, moans, and sounds of skin. Hongjoong started with a fast pace that had you moaning louder and biting your lip so you don't scream. After you both climaxed you just lay there. ''Round two?'' he asked you. ''Aren't you tired?'' you asked him. ''Not with you.'' he kissed you and started moving again but now he set a slow pace while holding each other. ''Mine.'' he whispered. ''Yours.'' you breathed.

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Could you write a story where Isaiah has a heart episode with Hector and/or Arnie as the caretaker/s?

Hello Nonny! I loved seeing this request, because this is exactly what needed to happen! Just had to get to this point in the story :3 But very very fitting!

Hiding from you

"We are not going."

Isaiah blinked, turning from the door. "Excuse me?"

Matthew shook off his suit jacket in a dramatic gesture. "I'm saying we are not going. You are in no state to go right now, so the evening is canceled. Simple as that."

Isaiah quietly stared in shock at the declaration. They were preparing for the wolf meet for the whole week. Seline was on a trip with her mom, so Matthew agreed to go. Their pack needed to show up as a pack on official social events, to be taken as such. It was time. They should do it.

Besides, Isaiah had a speech tonight and according to his information, Melissa, Matthew's oldest sister, was also supposed to be there. Isaiah planned on talking with her, and Matthew's presence or no presence wasn't going to stop him.

Matthew's eyebrows furrowed in face of Isaiah's silent resistence. "You look like crap. You are hiding it well, but I can tell you are a breath away from an episode. This is nonsense."

Isaiah carefully smoothed his expression of any emotion, a cold kind of certainly settling over him like second skin.

Matthew had been on a lookout since that fateful night, when he saw Isaiah getting sick from the heart pain. Isaiah knew he messed that up spectacularly, but he never dreamed of the consequences being this long-lasting.

Or that Matthew would get so good at reading the signs that Isaiah was training himself to ignore.

There was a bit of weakness for the last day or two, but he was just tired. His chest was tight, like it was turning to cement, too tense, and his breathing came short and difficult after just a bit of walking or stairs, but he probably just breathed wrong.

This wasn't an episode, this wasn't regular. It wasn't serious.

He wasn't even stressed about anything, there was no cause, so there could by no means be an episode. This was nonsense. He wasn't going to get sick for no apparent reason.

And not Matthew or anyone else, were going to make him. He had changed reality as it suited him many times before. He could do it again.

"Suit yourself. I'm going," Isaiah said resolutely.

He didn't raise his voice, but Matthew still flinched. "Fine. I can't convince you even for your own good? Whatever. But you are not going to make me watch."

Isaiah said nothing. Theathrics he knew well. No point in entertaining them.

"See you later," Isaiah said coldly. "Or not, I guess." It was difficult to close the door without slamming them. But he managed all the same.

...

Isaiah held the speech short.

He had talked with Seline about holding his audience's attention, changing the tone, gesticulating, making pauses at the right time. She watched her students, made notes about different professors and their techniques and had a whole lot of tips to explain and give him. There were so many styles to try.

Now Isaiah knew wolves didn't like speeches and lectures any more than humans did. Especially if he was about to talk about humanity and its advantages, what humans could do, were free to do, where wolves were not.

Talking about shadows as a burden and responsibility instead of a superpower, not entirely a curse, but closer to it, was not something many would agree with. Everyone wanted to think what they had was better. It was hard to go against what someone wanted to see.

But if a wolf with a powerful shadow talked about humans and their weakness as if it was a strength - their freedom to express emotion, their anger and joy not enhanced by their shadow, not having to hold back in what they felt couldn't be trusted not to sourced from an entity made entirely of their most primitive self-centered instincts. Humans had rules and control, selflessness and empathy, the need to belong and go with the flow and pressure, where wolves would think of themselves and only their pack.

Isaiah studied it and he wanted to embody it to the packs gathered at the event. He wanted them to realize the limitations of their shadows, the beauty of their human sides and the respect and jealousy in their contempt for humans.

But he cut it short, counting the uncomfortable silence as a reaction enough, before he stepped away from the toast. One step at a time.

The hall slowly went back to chit chat and quiet conversations as Isaiah drunk his glass of champagne, listening for reactions here and there.

"Most impressive speech, Mr Wolfson. One would almost believe you care about us humans." Melissa's hair was as red as her brother's, though long and tightly bound back from her face.

"Thank you," Isaiah said, pulling out one of his thoughtful smiles. Not too happy or large, but appreciative in a polite, gently genuine way.

He didn't like what a distinction she made between humans and wolves. Between herself and him.

"Though I'm disappointed. I thought we were already on the first-name basis with each other."

Melissa's nose wrinkled like he said something revolting. "You have expressed such wish, yes. Though I don't know why you think inviting my good for nothing brother into your pack makes me more inclined to agree. If anything, all the respect I had for you had been diminished by your choice."

Isaiah made a puzzled expression, eyebrows slightly raised. He let the smile stay put to not look unfriendly. "That is an awfully sad thing to say about your own family."

Melissa scoffed. "He is not family. He is a coincidenal blood related problem of my mother. A scary uncontrollable temperamental wolf that brought us or the world nothing of value."

Isaiah took a sip from his glass. "Hard judgment from someone who never bothered to get to know him. Or are these your mother's words that I'm hearing?"

Melissa's frown deepened, cheeks flushing. Isaiah smiled wider. He had seen this exact frown before he left. Puzzling, how similar it was.

Suggesting Melissa had no opinion of her own was a daring move. Maybe too sensitive. Not born a witch, the oldest daughter of the Blackwell pack had been undoubted haunted by that disappointment, just like she was with the amount of siblings until her mother had her youngest daughter - the long awaited, treasured and strictly protected little girl.

Marcella.

Ironically enough the only person in the family that gave Matthew any benefit of the doubt, despite the 10 years old age difference.

There was no win in humiliating the Blackwell's family hard-working doctor by proving her she was wrong.

"Come meet him," Isaiah suggested, feeling the right moment of shock took Melissa's words from her for a few seconds. "Come see for yourself what he is like. With a pack, goals, in process of getting a degree. Matthew just wants contact with his sister, is that so much to ask?"

Melissa's eyes glittered. "He just wants too meet her because she is a witch. That's all that's connecting them. There are enough wolves all over town who want to make that claim. On a 10 year old girl. Explain to me what a 20 something guy wants to do with a small child. Even if I could not mind his shadow," Melissa put her finger up in the air as Isaiah opened his mouth to protest, "I don't see why he would want that. They live in completely different worlds. Our mother has the right to decide if they should stay separate."

Isaiah watched her with gravity, pulse quickening. "Did you ask what she wants?"

"Childish and naive. She doesn't know what she wants. But if she still insists, she can meet him when she turns 18."

Isaiah raised one eyebrow at her. "You really believe she will have that much leeway...ever in her life?"

Melissa looked away, hurt flashing over her face. She took a deep breath, schooling her expression. He knew that move very well. "Have a good evening, Mr Wolfson."

He accepted the diamissal for what it was, nodding to her. His chest was tight, his heart running a mile a minute against his ribcage.

He felt light-headed with the pressure. Did he just make it better or did he make it worse? It seemed like a long road ahead of them. But he still thought Melissa was the most likely to become a connection to Marcella.

He stumbled, taking a deep breath. Time to get out of here, before he blacked out in front of all the packs in the giant city hall.

...

Hector struggled to keep the glass of champagne in his hand intact.

Speeches about humans being better than wolves!

As if they could even compare! Those weak little things, no shadows, no healing, no strength, no packs. They just had the power of numbers and years of research and technology. Otherwise wolves would be ruling. They certainly should.

Of course Isaiah had to be there, take all the attention for himself and then make big speeches complimenting humans right when Hector was there.

So now everyone wanted to know what he meant and if Hector thought the same thing, since he also went to a human university, and was it really necessary to wolves? Did it really have any value? Was it worth it being around crowds of ignorant humans, who didn't know how to act around them, how to respect them? Protecting themselves with their measly laws made from fear?

Hector was scoffing and denying and grunting the whole evening, his shadow trembling with anger. Such nonsense. He liked the school and he liked the city, but for Shadow's sake, such talks of humans having more free lives than wolves...

He had never thought about it like that. When did Isaiah even come up with such nonsense? Certainly not from their Father. Father valued strong shadows and strong wolves, and witches who knew what they were doing. Humans weren't even worthwhile to consider enemies.

Maybe they should have a talk about it. Or maybe not. Hector wasn't sure he wanted to put himself through the painful confusion that was talking with his big brother about anything.

Where did Isaiah even go? It was like he suddenly disappeared from the hall.

Hector looked around, trying not to look too suspicious. All directions were clear. His second or his witch didn't show up. Lame. Very lame.

He found Isaiah at the balcony at the side with the view of the parking lot that led into the gardens. The most boring view on the lowest of the floors. It was empty because of that.

Isaiah stood there, gripping the railings, eyes focused into the distance. Like he was hypnotising something.

Hector considered just leaving him there, but couldn't resist a snarky comment. "If I had a speech that embarassing, I would be hiding here too."

Isaiah stiffened, a slight wince to his left shoulder. "Ah. Really? I thought it was rather good."

Hector rolled his eyes, stepping closer. "So very humble of you. It was totally lame. I can't believe we share a last name. Now everyone will think I'm the same sentimental fool you are. Which doesn't make sense, since you don't even have stupid humans in your own pack."

Isaiah chuckled dryly, voice quiet. "I have a human brother."

Hector winced at that. Yeah. Arnie was his brother too. He had somehow never counted as human or stupid or lame to Hector. Completely objective opinion.

"You focus too much on being a good wolf that you oversee your human possibilities," Isaiah said breathily. His voice went even quiter than before.

Now that Hector thought about it, there was something off about Isaiah's breathing pattern. It was too fast, too choked.

Hector leaned his elbows on the railing, trying to get a glimpse at Isaiah's face without looking like he was. Was he drunk? Poisoned? What the hell?

"Shouldn't you...go inside?" Isaiah asked suddenly, his voice weirdly amused. Too amused. Too happy. "Don't want to be caught with such an embarassment of a brother, do you?"

Hector bit his lip. Maybe he shouldn't have said that when things were still so fragile between them. Plus something about Isaiah's tone really bothered him.

"Don't tell me what to- Isaiah?"

Isaiah swayed, like literally tilted to the side, despite his grip on the railing. His knees buckled and he lowered himself to the ground like he couldn't stand anymore.

Hector's eyes went wide and he stared in a horrified frozen silence for a few seconds at Isaiah sitting on the ground.

His head was bowed, black hair falling into his face, but Hector could now see his hands were trembling, and that his breaths came more like short little gasps.

Isaiah tried to laugh, then broke himself off with a wince. "Look at that. You said my name. Haven't heard you...say it....for a long time."

Hector knelt down opposite Isaiah, still in shock. "Ehhh, what the- what's wrong with you?"

Isaiah waved a hand dismissively, but the movement was shaky and his arm made a weird wincing stop and turned towards his chest, turning sharply away barely from touching it.

Hector followed the gesture. "Something is wrong." He swallowed, feeling out of place, looking around, half-expecting the moon to blow up or the stars to fall from the sky.

This just didn't happen. Isaiah didn't get hurt and he didn't get sick and he didn't fall to the floor and make gasping noises like he couldn't breathe.

"Go back. It's fine," Isaiah wheezed.

Hector finally caught a glimpsed at his face under his bangs. Isaiah was glistening with sweat and his eyes were bloodshot with such obvious pain Hector's whole body shivered with it in resonance. He felt his shadow wiggle and growl.

"What the hell is going on with you? Where is your shadow? Heal yourself!" Hector whisper-yelled, the realization suddenly downing at him.

There were in the middle of a fucking wolf meet.

Every powerful pack had a representative here and Isaiah was a powerful wolf, a famous wolf. Seeing him like this, they would tear him to pieces.

An icy inkling of panic ran down Hector's back. He shuffled to Isaiah, wrapping a hand around his middle and hurriedly hoisting him up. "Get up, we are leaving."

Isaiah swayed in his hold like he was drunk, legs barely holding under him. Hector took most of his weight, dragging them both towards the stairs. Better get out here than through the main entrance.

"Where...where are we going?" Isaiah slurred as Hector helped him down the stairs awkwardly, half-huggung Isaiah to his side.

"Back to your place, I presume. You need help. Where the hell is your stupid pack when you need them?"

"Huh," Isaiah chuckled, that too amused off scary sound Hector was starting to hate very much. "You don't need to bother either. Shouldn't see you with me...when I'm like this. It could be embarrassing."

"Shut the hell up," Hector snapped, ducking under the balcony and towards the parking lot. He hated he had said it at all, gloom gathering in the pit of his stomach. Isaiah never sounded so hurt and so in denial and amused about it at the same time. Like his mask and his pain blended together, letting him see for the first time how much of it there was.

"Just tell me what's wrong. Are you hurt? Silver? Poison? What is this?!"

Isaiah coughed a little, going more limp in Hector's hold with each step. "Look at that. He cares."

Hector flushed, voice jumping up. "Of fucking course I fucking care if you die-"

Isaiah suddenly stopped, freezing in place. A full bodied shiver ran through him, so Hector stopped as well. "Isaiah?"

Isaiah swallowed heavily, then leaned forward with a wheezing cough that wracked his frame all over.

Hector put a hand to his chest to hold him steady, afraid of Isaiah falling forward, when the coughing turned into gags.

Hector flinched, hearing liquid gurgle up Isaiah's throat as he vomited up yellow tinged champagne and some chunks of ham and olives right in front of them. The puke splattered against their shoes.

Hector almost jumped away in disgust, but Isaiah moaned quietly, which stopped him in his tracks. He went back to holding him up, one arm around Isaiah's back and the other against his chest as Isaiah shivered again and heaved up more vomit.

When the gagging tempered off, Hector grabbed Isaiah's arm to wrap it around his neck. "Just a few steps to the car and you can sit down," Hector managed to say, feeling completely lost and incompetent in face of such sickness.

Isaiah wheezed and wheezed beside him, hand going to his left side of the chest openly this time. He dug his fingers into the suit and white shirt under it, face contorted in pain.

Hector opened his car, settling Isaiah into the passenger seat and crouched down next to him. Lost and terrified out of his mind. This wasn't normal.

Isaiah sat with his legs still out the car, but leaned against the seats, both hands massaging his chest. There was a permanent painful frown on him how that he wasn't trying to hide.

"Your...car?" Isaiah breathed brokenly.

"Yeah. I don't know where yours is and I don't care."

"Will get...sick on the way."

"I don't care," Hector repeated. "Just tell me what do I fucking do? Please?"

Isaiah's unfocused eyes narrowed at the question, looking for Hector's gaze. "I'm fine. This is nothing. Shhhhh."

Hector balled his hands into fists, realizing he wasn't getting an answer. Even out of breath and in pain, his brother wouldn't tell him anything that mattered.

Accepting the anger about this wouldn't help anything, Hector got up, moving Isaiah's legs, one by one into the car and circling around to the driver's seat.

They sat there in silence for a few minutes, Hector burying his face in his hands, while Isaiah wheezed and coughed, hands againd this heart. Hector couldn't smell blood or see any injuries, but he could tell that was the source. Whatever it was.

"Hospital? Clinic? What's with your shadow?" He was aware there was a ting of panic in his voice, but couldn't fight it.

Isaiah shook his head, wincing. "There is no help with this. No shadow. It will go away on its own."

Hector watched him with wide horrified eyes, feeling nausea rise in his throat at the very idea of a problem like that. What could possibly be so incurable, so unsolvable? What was this thing?

"Drive me home? That...would help."

"I will." Hector wanted to touch him, comfort him, help him somehow. His shadow was shaking, all but weiling inside him, but he didn't let it out. There would be enough time for that later.

Hector started the car, his eyes burning with helplessness, when he felt a weight on his shoulder.

Isaiah leaned his forehead against it, breathing in those short little bursts, but his face relaxed a tiny bit. "Sorry. Just let me stay like this...for a second?"

Hector's shoulders slumped as he turned his head to lean against Isaiah's sweaty wheezing form with his cheek. He held his breath.

This was the closest they were together in years and he hated that pain was the reason.

"Yeah," Hector whispered back.

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Falsely Persuaded [Kane & Jim Fanfic]

I'm in love with @whumpsday's story Kane & Jim, so I wrote a short story about Kane getting tormented, as you do.

TW: mind control, abuse, violence

Kane de Sang was having what passed for a good day.

He could remember what used to be a good night for him, before. Nights when he'd set up an elaborate bubble bath with sweet smelling soaps and expensive skin products, sinking into warm luxury that relaxed his tired muscles and washed away his stress. Nights when he drank deep of rich, satisfying human blood. Nights when he lounged in bed listening to his favorite music, surrounded by silk sheets and and down pillows and thick blankets.

A good day was different, now. A good day was a day when the hunters left him alone with his thoughts and allowed his wounds to mend instead of devising a fresh torment. Today was one of those days, when the only pain he suffered was his slowly healing burns and his omnipresent craving for blood. On a day like this, he could almost close his eyes and imagine himself at home. Or anywhere but here.

He stretched out on the cold concrete, shut his eyes, and tried to stir up memories of comforts he'd never again have.

The sound and smell of hunters approaching his cage had him scrambling, curling into a ball at the back of his cage. 

"...great results so far. I think you'll find it very promising." 

Kane frowned. That wasn't a voice he recognized. Someone new -- and that was usually bad news. The new folk who weren't disgusted by the idea of keeping a vampire captive often wanted to try the hunters' favorite plaything themselves.

"Well, here he is," said one of the hunters, gesturing to Kane. "What's left of him. He's all yours."

The cage door creaked open, and Kane dared to look up at the newcomer. He was a scrawny man with neatly combed hair, and he would've looked completely unintimidating if Kane didn't already know very well what any human's presence near him meant -- and if he weren't wearing a black mask that covered his nose and mouth. It was something electronic or perhaps mechanical, with blinking lights on one side and a whirring fan on the other.

"Hello," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "You must be the vampire I've heard so much about. I'm not going to hurt you. What's your name?"

Kane eyed him suspiciously. He didn't want to trust this human, but something in the tone of his voice, the way he effortlessly set Kane at ease, reminded him just a tiny bit of Bellamy.

"Kane, sir," he said, not moving from where he was wrapped in on himself. Long gone were the days when he would introduce himself with pride.

"All right, Kane. Just need you to focus, okay?"

"Focus on --" Suddenly, his mind fogged, his entire world narrowing down to nothing more than the eyes and voice of the man standing in front of him. His anxiety washed away, his pain felt distant.

It was the nicest thing that had happened to Kane in a long time.

"Good. Hold your hand out."

Kane did. The only thing that mattered was obeying this human.

"Stand up. Spin around."

"That's no good." The voice of a hunter echoed from far, far away. "He'll do whatever you tell him to anyway, 'cause he's scared of getting thrown in the sun."

Kane involuntarily flinched at the mention of the sun, although even his fear seemed hazy and hard to access in his daze. He was being so good. Surely he wouldn't be thrown in the sun.

"Well, if that's the case, I have an idea. Focus, Kane," said the man, and the thoughts were wiped from his mind once again. "I'm going to help you, okay? Follow me."

Kane sleepwalked, head bowed low, as his body automatically followed the man with the mask. Somewhere in his brain, a thought fluttered, trying to catch his attention. He couldn't trust this human. Something bad was about to happen.

Just as quickly, the thought dissolved into mist, and Kane was blank once more, climbing the stairs and heading for the door.

"Keep following me. Just a little further, Kane," said the man, opening the door to the outside.

Kane saw the light. He panicked, his brain pulling away. But he was just a split second too late. His body took one step outside, and the searing heat of the sun burned his foot.

Whatever spell he'd been under was broken as he scuttled backwards, trying to get far, far away from the treacherous sun, grabbing at his foot, already blistering from even that short exposure. He looked up at the man, whose eyes no longer looked gentle or kind, and he realized exactly what had happened.

Persuasion. He'd been under persuasion. The humans were trying to figure out how to use persuasion on vampires.

His eyes widened with horror as he processed it all. He'd felt so good, like all he wanted to do was obey, and he'd willingly walked into the sun -- just for a second, but what else could they make him do?

He thought back to all those times he'd watched vampires with their persuaded humans, burning with envy. How many times he'd seen his father effortlessly command his empty thralls. How many times he'd wished desperately he could have done that to Jim, watched that defiant light go out of his eyes as he became Kane's mindless slave. 

As he looked up at the man with the mask, he realized what every human must feel when they're at the mercy of a vampire. Now he knew what it was like to know that at any moment, your body and mind could betray you, following the commands of your enemies. 

Bellamy had been right. He'd been right all along. Kane had spent so many years coveting his powers, bitter that his former friend never used the persuasion abilities that any other vampire would kill to have. But he'd been right about how terrible the power was, and Kane would never get a chance to tell him that.

The hunters were all laughing. "That's a neat trick," one of them said. "But we don't exactly hunt in the daytime, so getting them to walk out into the sun isn't going to work."

"Oh, that's not a problem," said the man with the mask. "I'm sure you'll have better ideas for using this than I will, but here's one way I thought it could be used on the hunt."

Kane shrank back into his corner. They were going to do it again, of course they were. It wasn't enough to burn and cut every part of his body, they had to take his mind as well. His mind, the one place they could never fully reach, even if they threw him out into the sun. The place where he could sometimes retreat into better days, imagine himself a little blood and comfort.

"Calm, Kane," said the man, and he felt the unnatural peace wash over him again, his feeble attempt at fighting it not making a bit of difference. The human was all that mattered.

"It's hard to get vampires to do something harmful to themselves, even under strong persuasion. You have to do it in an indirect way for best results."

Kane sat in his corner, glassy-eyed and enraptured, waiting for what the human would tell him next.

"There, Kane, just stay still. Just stay completely still. Don't move a muscle."

Kane didn't dare to twitch even his eyelids as the man moved closer. He'd be good, he'd be so good, good and obedient and --

Blinding, searing pain radiated from his side. Kane screamed out in pure agony, tears streaming down his cheeks as blood dripped over his stomach and pooled on the floor. The doctor's eyes were smiling as he twisted the silver knife he'd stabbed into Kane. He pulled it out, leaving Kane to collapse in a growing puddle of his own blood.

"Oh, I like that! I like that a lot," one of the hunters was saying, as Kane's head swam and fuzzed.

"I can give your group one of the prototypes. You can try it out, see if it helps you," said the man with the mask. "If it works, this could be a real breakthrough in fighting vampires. Not only that, but if we better understand persuasion, we could even help people who have been taken."

"That's real good work you're doing, doctor."

"It's the least I could do after my husband was taken."

"Sorry for your loss. My son was taken, too -- that's how I ended up in this business. Want to stab him a few more times, or...?"

"Oh, no, that won't be necessary."

"You hear all that, leech?" One of the hunters walked over to him and kicked him in the fresh wound, making Kane howl in pain. "We're gonna do to you what you filthy bloodsuckers do to us. You didn't have persuasion, so we went and got you some. Isn't that nice?"

Kane only sobbed. Maybe if they used persuasion enough, his mind would go like a human's did, and he wouldn't have to suffer any more. 

But until then, he knew that the hunters would make him suffer plenty.

[ririsasy]

I knew you were taking your sweet time with my ask to cook up something amazing and I was right. Really enjoyed & appreciate the long post. 6 hours?!? THANK YOU, Riri. I haven't watched RRR so it was quite surprising to see that veiled scene pic, looked very intimate. I'm aware of the mainstream SM talks of RRR's bromance but surprised there's barely any for Varadeva. This is the 2nd south indian movie that I've liked, the first one was Aarya 2, great film and songs, coincidentally it also has a possessive, psychotic character who'll do anything for his male friend but that's where the similarity ends with Salaar. The difference is in the essence of their friendships. One seems "toxic" but platonic while Varadeva seems like love and has chemistry. I fully relate to all your posts on Varadeva because I had those exact thoughts while watching the movie. Cannot choose one from the pile of greatness (love the parallels). Hope you write more such posts and yes I really enjoyed your mob boss Deva and his Varadha. I'd love it if you make one post about the tattoo on Aadya's arm and what can it mean and can or will cause in the (varadeva) future. All tattoo saga.

Apology for such a long ask.

Part of the reason why Salaar wasn't talked more than RRR bromance I think because they have so little promotion tour, that's the first reason while RRR they have so many press tour to the point I couldn't even catch up with all of the amazing interviews Tarak and Charan give to promote RRR. And they definitely promoting this movie as bromance, without any hints of hesitation.

While Salaar there are only 2 like T W O interviews where Prabhas and Prithvi was in the same room 😂 while the movie is indeed about these two character and even the song all just about these two ..I don't know why they didn't highlight it in all the release short clip, they advertised this movie like the most violence men or whatever while in reality this movie is all about drama between the rulers in khansaar (and Varadeva romance).

They advertised the left poster too heavily while in reality they should have just used the poster on the right everywhere and we all be flocking to the theater lmao

People who just listened to their (unreliable) promo stuff without pondering toward the meaning of this movie they quickly just agree, yes this movie is about violence..and move on. Lmao this is like the case of shot fired wrong advertising strategy. (But aren't we all here even though like only 100 of us maximum trying to make up to it by talking about Varadeva bromace day and night like our lives depend on it.) I really want to talk with their advertising team for Salaar. It's just not as engaging as with Rajamouli.

Perhaps it wasn't their fault. Perhaps because Prithvi and Prabhas are hella busy with their other projects so they couldn't really take their times the way Tarak and Charan could who literally promote RRR movie for a whole year. RRR success I think beside the movie is really good and entertaining (I made a full review about RRR here but it contain spoiler so only read it after you watch RRR or if you're okay with getting spoiler. I post a lot of RRR meta as well you can just click RRR tag in my account and scroll scroll lol), the advertising was top notch as well, they didn't hold back. I mean Salaar getting the 750 crores return with that level of advertising 😭 it was almost a pure luck because if they didn't double the money they spend in production for ceasefire we might not even got Salaar 2 news 😭 thankfully now we can just wait for the continuation of varadeva story.

Second reason beside the advertising I think the content of the movie is also a big part of the consideration, RRR is just more colorful so people could engage with it in lighthearted nature about their bromance because there were also the element of humor when they interact with each other, while Varadeva, they exist in bleak world, no color, black and white, only people like us (what is us actually lmao) who spends more time to really really sit down and rewatch this movie could really pick out the true essence of this movie from within khansaar violence world and pulled out Varadeva love story.

Arya 2? I haven't watched it but it's on my list because I love Sukumar with Allu arjun, they made one of my favorite telugu movie together which is Pushpa, and Pushpa 2 will be released soon, the 2 songs they already dropped for the movie sequel were really great (especially Pushpa Raj whoaa) So someday I will definitely check Arya 2 when I have the time (now I am drowning in Prithviraj 134 credits to his movies lmao he has so many I am literally trying not to be too overwhelmed and take it slowly)

Mob boss Deva and bbg Varadha is literally my favorite so far from what I have written for them lmao the AU was so much fun, they will make a comeback someday lol

And for Aadhya and the tattoo actually, I really really want to talk about this in some kind of continuation story from the canon event in the movie in fic format and not just writing meta, let's see what I can do, but as you can see I am quite slow in many things haha but this time I feel like I shouldn't delay a reply to you only to wait for me writing a fic about the tattoo 😂 while making gifs might take me 6 hours (seriously that might be my longest post in this fandom that I made lmao (thank you to everyone who have like and reblog too 💯💕💐)) and to others I am sorry in advance if that post bothered you with how long you have to scroll when you see it on your dash lmao I keep adding the gifs when i re read about the analysis to support the explanation I think it's more than 25 now 😂 in that single post). writing fics it's at least 6 days business for me or even 6 weeks then would turn into 6 months, it happened so many times 😂 (so no promise for fic but it might be written)

Tell me about what you feel if you managed to watch RRR 👏👏 it's as gay as Salaar no doubt lmao RRR is the door that introduces me to the wonder that's south indian cinema.

[amadwinter]

Making of Monday - How NOT to Write a Long Fic

Haven't posted one of these in a hot minute! Story time: sometime around 2021, I decided I was sick of having all these ideas for Star Wars fics and never actually writing them. So I decided to buckle down, and write a damn fic.

But of course that didn't happen. What I did instead was try to plot out a long, winding, action-adventure story, and to do that, I decided to study to study from the masters. Or master. I wrote down all the chapter titles for every Lord of the Rings book, and was planning on modeling my story based off a similar pacing.

But of course that didn't happen either. And I realized that I was getting nowhere fast. So, I took out a different piece of paper, and with no plan in place, just started jotting down thoughts.

Warning: terrible formatting and terribly inconsistent handwriting below the cut

And as you can see, I didn't get far with unconnected ideas before I started planning once more.

Inspired by short fic I had just read, I wanted to write a long fic where a whole and hale Anakin Skywalker shows up on Tatooine some amount of years into exile. Seeing as how this was before the Obi-Wan Kenobi show came out, there was a lot of room for interpretation in canon. I could take ideas from Legends, make theories about what they were going to do with canon (and be extremely right about some of them), and just make shit up whenever I wanted to.

But immediately, I came to a question that I wanted an interesting answer to: where did this new Anakin come from, and how did he get to Tatooine? Time travel is simple, and not where I wanted to go. Something something Sith magic, yeah, whatever. Also not what I wanted to do. But dimension travel? Now, there was an idea.

Of course, because I am a planner, it couldn't be simple, now could it? It couldn't be just hand-wave the Force that caused it. There had to be a real, concrete, series of events that caused Anakin to appear out of thin air.

And thus began the Yeetverse.

A chain of 4 separate universes (plus 1 bonus one for my own torture amusement. And actually now with one more added on later!). A to B to C to D. It's far too complex for baby's first fanfic in a fandom, and yet the ideas would not stop flowing.

Yes, that was all just written because I couldn't stop thinking about these ideas. It may not seem like a lot, but any brave soul who attempts to read my handwriting can see that there are many things going on at once. (And the only thing I blocked out is the ending to what was meant to be the first fic in this chain, the thrill of the fall)

But for all those ideas, all that planning...

I haven't even finished the first fic I truly tried to write.

I actually have so much of it outlined. I even wrote the outlines of the first 2 chapters of the original fic idea that started it all down on paper.

But I haven't written more.

Why?

Turns out, I'm not good at writing long fics. Planning them? Yes. Finishing them? Hell no.

It will be 3 years since I came up with these ideas. I haven't given up hope yet that I might actually get around to writing all those fics one day, but one-shots and event fics have drawn my attention away.

Who knows; maybe I'll finally take another shot once I've finished up more of my posted WIPs.

[nexttrickanvils]

18 Zuke and Mayday!

18. Squishing the other's cheek

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Zuke has known Mayday for a good few years now and those years have taught him some important things about his band mate and best friend.

“Zuuuuuke.”

For example, to never ever trust what happens when May made that expression with that tone of voice.

“Yeeees?” Zuke cautiously asked as he lowered his magazine

Having successfully gotten his attention, May plopped down on the couch next to Zuke.

“So I was wondering something. Ever since that last encounter with your brother...”

“Okay?”

“What was up with the zonkey recording?”

Immediately Zuke covered his face with the magazine and groaned.

He was willing to let that stupid recording be a dumb inside joke with him and West. But May? Absolutely not!

“Oh come on, Zuke, I just wanna know. You know unlike your brother, I can actually keep a secret! Pleeeeease?”

“Why do you want to know so bad?”

“Cause it's gonna bug me if I never find out!”

At least she's honest… and it's not like it's this deep shameful secret, just something embarrassing from his childhood. Besides, knowing the context doesn’t really make things worse so…

“Alright, the short story is “I was ten and I lost a bet.””

“And the long story?”

Zuke sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing.

“So when I was like four or five, I was super into zonkeys. I thought they were the coolest animal ever since they were a mix of two different animals.

“Zonkeys.”

“This coming from the grown woman who was upset over the unicorn at the Natura district being a guy in a costume.”

“Hey! At least unicorns have cool horns. Zonkeys are just weird looking donkeys with stripes.”

Zuke couldn't help but laugh at May's reaction to his teasing.

“Yeah well I was a kid living in a little sleepy kampung, it didn't take much to impress me. But I kind of got over it when I was older. Unfortunately no one told one of my aunts who made me a zonkey costume years later.”

“Oh… oh no…”

“Yeah you can tell where this is going.”

“So what was the bet?”

“Honestly I don't even remember what it was. I just remember that the loser had to wear the costume and do a song and dance. And yeah that loser ended up being me.”

Mayday stared at Zuke briefly before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Wow, you must have been preeetty confident to take on whatever bet you did.”

“Nah, I think I just really wanted to embarrass West. Didn't help that he was just hitting his growth spurt at the time so the thought of him trying to fit into the costume was hilarious to me”

At that, May laughed harder. When she finally stopped, she smiled at Zuke and it was at this point that Zuke noticed that May… apparently moved closer when he was telling the story. She was practically sitting in his lap now.

“Is it terrible of me to think how cute you probably looked in that costume?”

“C-cute?”

May proceeded to squish Zuke’s cheeks, “Little Zukie the zonkey.~”

Under normal circumstances, Zuke would have already gently pushed May off and got off the couch but something about their position and May calling him cute just froze him in place.

Thankfully like a scaly little angel saving him from… whatever this moment was, Ellie let out a hungry chirp echoing from downstairs.

“Uh heh, I think it's your turn to feed Ellie this time.” Zuke said

“Yeah, yeah.”

May stood up and turned towards Zuke.

“Hey, after I feed Ellie, let’s get some dinner at the Hideaway. I’ll share one of my dumb childhood stories since you told me yours. Sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll get ready in a minute.”

With that, May finally made her way to the stairs, shouting to Ellie that “mommy was coming with num nums.” Once Zuke was sure that May was out of eye and ear shot, he grabbed a pillow from the couch and screamed into it.

He could still feel the warmth on his face from where May touched him.

[nectardaddy]

Foolish [Jean Kirstein x reader] 1

** Modern, college au because my Porco story is HEAVY, and I need something lighter. Cliché couple of incredibly smart while apart but dumb as hell together. Starting off with the classic too stupid to realize you both like each other. Pronouns are she/her for this story!

Trigger Warning: language

Enjoy!

-- Tunes: Pursuit of Happiness (Nightmare) ; Kid Cudi Let Me Know ; Juice WRLD

Hearing the loud chime of the bell tower across campus, you counted the short tolls in your mind before it stopped at ten. Closing your eyes and groaning, you simply couldn't believe that it was already so late in the evening. You tried to be a good student, truly, but the unfinished paper that lit up your laptop screen said otherwise. Knowing the material like the back of your hand, but lacking in the motivation department. Closing your computer with a sigh, you completely gave up, deciding to email the professor tomorrow with an excuse on why it's late.

Picking up your phone, you scrolled through social media mindlessly. Craving any escape you could from the paper that daunted your mind, and successfully losing it within the internet. A small chime caused you to look up at the top of your screen, a message coming through that made the hopeless romantic in you smile.

Jean: Are you struggling with this paper as much as I am? Jean: If you aren't just lie and say you are because I've lost all hope.

With a small chuckle to yourself, you clicked on the messages. You had known the man since freshman year of college, meeting him by chance at a party and later having a handfull of classes with him. You two were different majors, but both had to suffer through mandatory courses - the class with this dreadful paper was one of many. Smiling, you typed out a reply.

I don't have to lie I think I'm losing brain cells trying to write this thing. I'm only at 2 pages

Jean: Show off. I only have 1

Use thatbrain of yours, I know you have one up there

Jean: This brain was not meant for psychology

Your brain wasn't meant for much J

You rolled your eyes upon seeing the man saw the message and stopped replying. Jean was terrible at responding, especially if something else stole his attention. He'd much rather call or talk face to face, to which you teased him for. But his attention was easily grabbed by countless things, noting that it truly was better to actually speak with him.

Putting your phone down, you let out a groan as you stretched. Your back cracking, giving you relief from the sitting position you were in for nearly hours. Getting up from your bed, where you chose to do a majority of your homework rather than the desk, you sighed and rubbed at your strained eyes. Hearing your phone chime again, your eyes flickered over to the lit screen once more.

Jean: Let's find a party

Now this wasn't the first time the man had been a bit direct with you. More times than not, he was a straight shooter; not caring the connotation of his words, often times not even caring if he knew they would be taken differently. Another chime caught your attention as you picked your phone up once more.

Jean: I know you're not even doing that paper loser. Let's get drunk and forget that paper even exists

Biting at your lip, you wanted to text back a resounding yes all too quickly. But you restrained, wanting to think it over in your mind before answering. Hanging out was always what he called it, but to you it felt like torture to your heart. The man had a charm to him that you simply couldn't escape, even if you wanted to. Hanging out always involved drinking, and drinking always led to bad decisions.

The man wouldn't dare to even think to do something you wouldn't like or didn't want, rather the opposite. It was the fact you firmly believed that every interaction wasn't as sincere as you thought. One night, getting so belligerent that you had the gumption to kiss the man. A heated kiss but led to nothing more, and both pretending like it never even happened come the morning.

You often asked yourself why on earth did you want a man such as him. Not a complete whore, but definitely using his charm and looks to his advantage with any woman who passed. He tried, oh did he try, sometimes even in your presence, and failed miserably a good percentage. It made your heart strings pull in knots to know he was a flirt, good at it or not, but you wanted him regardless.

He often let you see parts of him no one else got to see, indulging you in rants and excitement over his love for history. And goodness was the man good at it, top in his major though he played it down very often. You were complete opposites. You had a love for science, while he saw it only as difficult coursework; while he loved history, and you thought it was a bore. But it drew you to him regardless, as he could make anything interesting.

That would involve me getting ready, which I have no motivation to do

Jean: You always look pretty damn good to me

As soon as your eyes scanned over the message, you felt a heat center on your face. These were the moments you felt like the man knew exactly what he was doing, buttering you up only to be left hanging at the end of the night. Looking over yourself, you let out a breath, deciding you certainly didn't look terrible. A little tired, clothes a bit disheveled from sitting, but a quick fix. If anything, you would be comfortable tonight.

Fine, I'll go. I'm not planning on getting too drunk tonight though

Jean: THANK GOD Jean: I really wanted to go out tonight now I have a hot date to go with me Jean: And yeah you say that now light weight, stop trying to out drink me and maybeyou wouldn't get so fucked up

With a few other messages being sent back and forth, deciding where and when, you put your phone down with a smile. You knew the man since freshman year, but he still had the capability of giving you butterflies. It was an intriguing feeling, but one you were so captivated with you didn't want to let it go. This man was truly going to be the death of you.