#we also are both so like the characters we now voice it's like. why did we ever not apply for that one smh
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Nineteen writing tips I've picked up / been told -
~ ( Disclaimer : I am not telling you what to do or what you can and cannot do. Writing is personal, stylized, and a vessel for self-expression. Your writing is YOURS suga, and however you do it is beautiful. This post is just some advice I've found insightful, and maybe you could too. ááᢠ) ~
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If you cannot tell if your story is connecting - read it out loud
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If you have a really good idea, and you are practically itching to write it right now - then do !! Jot down that amazing idea and then connect all those frayed wires.
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If you want the reader to be attached to a character - let that character be imperfect. Let them be selfish, overzealous, clumsy, or naive. / Let their good traits have bad days.
( examples include, but are not limited to; )
Savior-complex: Pushing too hard to help someone and hurting them more.
Patience: Being left high and dry.
High tolerance: Other characters overestimating their ability to tolerate anything.
Selfless: 'Character X' putting themselves after others to the point that 'Character Y ' has to forget about themselves to be able to keep 'Character X' afloat.
Bonding: Building an unhealthy reliance with one another.
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If you want a character to be [emotionally] complex - let their emotions conflict. / Let morals be mixed into their dilemma (if they have one). / Try not to let the plot overshadow the characters inner conflict.
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If you have a work in progress that you want to finish, but can't find motivation to - that's okay !! You're allowed to wait, and you're allowed to come back later with a bajillion ideas !!!
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If you have plot holes - don't overwork yourself trying to getting rid of them !!! There are plot holes in stories that are TRUE, it'd be impossible to fix all plot holes.
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If you are writing first person / thought - give their thought process a voice. How do they think? How do they structure their sentences? What phrases do they often use?
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If you are writing stuttering, people rarely ever stutter "L-l-like..... T-t-this." - Stuttering is usually the repeating of the same part in a sentence, going back on it, like they're editing their sentence. / Space in between words, breathing, preparing. / Filler words !!! "Oh- I- I just-.. uhmm.. I was- I was just giving.. an example."
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Don't 'CAPITALIZE' dialogue to show that they are yelling / shouting / screaming - we can convey yelling with how we phrase their speech, exclamation marks, etc.
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Don't be afraid to make a character have hate for another character - nobody can like everybody. It can add personality and makes the character all the more realistic for the reader
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Sensory details are always great to have in your work !!! But in action scenes - having less sensory detail is almost always more immersive.
"Why?", Because if a character is in an active sword fight with another character, their focus wouldn't be on the way the moonlight spills through the mesh curtains, or how their hand feels against the handle.
Putting those details before or after is so much more realistic and lets the reader grab and hang on to what you have to say, instead of a zip line with loose handlebars.
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Don't be afraid to use tropes - it's not cheating in the slightest, you are the one writing it. Nobody else could've used the trope like you would. / You can use tropes to your advantage; readers find security in tropes, let the reader think "I see this often, they'll _____" and then totally 180 them.
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Kill "Show. Don't tell." - you can do both !! It will be right either way, but always choosing one or the other disengages the reader from certain aspects.
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Kill "Said is Dead" - you can lack the word "said" just as much as you can overuse it !!!
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It isn't just about if a character coaxed, agreed, revealed, or proposed the dialogue. - It's also about how they did it. Was it soft? Sand papery? Rich? Confident? Hesitant?
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Chaos doesn't solve 'everything' - but it solves a boatload.
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Your story doesn't have to have a happy ending for the main character.
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If a scene feels random or forced - check if you have motive for the scene
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If you think of yourself as a bad writer, or you're self-conscious of your writing, remember - that no matter what, you will always be a better writer than Colleen Hoover.
~ ( Reminder : If you live by any of the things I mentioned, this is no hate to you. I am not shunning you, nor the way you write. Your current writing and your future growth is beautiful. But, if you like Colleen Hoover you can block me. ááᢠ) ~
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today's piece of art I forgot I did and never posted is... Sally! Did you know that I first applied to be Sally's VA, while Sally's VA originally applied to be Poppy? It's very funny to me! XD
#we also are both so like the characters we now voice it's like. why did we ever not apply for that one smh#Welcome Home#Sally Starlet#i wuv her :3#mod art#god there's a tag you haven't seen for 1000 years huh#sorry folks i been snowed under
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NEARLY Câ
UGHT IN THE ACT!
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featuring: fushiguro megumi. itadori yuuji. gojo satoru. geto suguru. (characters are all aged up)
NSFW MDNI. fuck! ya almost got caught screwing . .
n. been in the drafts for way too long.. cz i needa clear my reqs but idc! iâve been wanting to write this for the longest time. enjoy my lovelies <3
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GOJO SATORU. âs-shit, how much iâve missed this view,â gojo was sitting in his office desk, slighty pulling your hair to guide you to the rhythm he wanted. you felt yourself melting into him with his warm shaft in your mouth, ever soo big and too much for you, bobbing your head up and down.
just then, a sharp knock echoed through the room, startling you both. your heart raced as you instinctively tried to pull back from gojo. âs-satoru, weââ his hand gripped your scalp more firmly than before, making you swallow his shaft until it hit the back of your throat. in other words, he didnât fucking care. âjust do your job, darling. and relax, they wonât come in.â
âeven if they do come in, weâll just say we were having a very hands-on discussion.â
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GETO SUGURU. âiâm sorry, princess,â he whispered beside your ear as he hit you raw from behind, both pressed against each other in the dim light of a public restroom. his hands gently putting your hair to the side, âi just, ngh, need you so badly,â whilst his lips found yours again, silencing any further protest.
the sound of footsteps outside the door made you freeze, heart pounding in your chest as the door handle rattled. âsomeoneâs out t-there,â you tried to say as you held back the moans. yet not only your heart was pounding like crazy, it seemed your boyfriend was also still pounding your walls despite the chance you two will get caught screwing in public.
âj-just a little longer,â he pleaded as the groans left his lips again. âi canât get enough of you.â
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ITADORI YUUJI. watching movies together was the original plan, until itadoriâs cock twitched because you were sitting on his lap. your ass brushed against his bulge and thatâs it. he couldnât hold it any longer.
a split second later his boxers are on the floor, your panties pushed aside as he rocked your waist front and back. better than the movies, he thought, âiâm havinâ a nice view, baby.â you circled your hands on his shoulders when suddenly you heard a knock on the door. âshit,â itadori murmured as he panicked, slowing down the pace a bit. âiâll handle this.â
âuh, 10 minutes! donât come in!â he shouted deafeningly, you were certain that if the person still opened the door, they must have hearing problems to miss that loud shout. âsee? problem solved. now, where were we?â
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. with a frustrated groan, he hovered above you, laying your leg on one of his shoulders and pumping two digits in and out of your hole while he ran a hand through his hair. âwhy did you have to sneak in here? tsk,â a groan fell from his mouth, âyouâre going to get us caught one of these days,â he grumbled, but his fingers playing around your pussy said otherwise.
âbecause iâah,â you were the one squirming under his touch, âi-i wanted to be with youââ
âfushiguroo, are you there?â came the voice from the other side of the door. megumi sighed, his expression quickly shifting to one of annoyance. âbusy!â he called out, forcing his other fingers over your throat to stop you from making any noise, and tried to keep his voice steady while fucking your insides. âidiot, just keep quiet, okay?â
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âkenma?â
âhmm?â
he doesnât take his eyes off the tv screen where he shoots at enemies left and right, but his ears are all yours.
âwho was your first kiss?â
itâs become a habit of yours to watch his fingers move on the controller, long and thin and dexterous, wondering how he manages to move them in such a swift manner that to you seems impossible.
âdidnât have one,â he says, blunt.
âever?â
âever.â
âhow?â you ask, both surprised and notâthough now that you think about it, through all the years youâve known him, he probably would have told you if he had.
âall i did in middle and high school was play volleyball and game. didnât have time to kiss anyone. also didnât care about it,â he admits.
you suppose if he wasnât with you or kuroo, he was at home, playing video games. but there was that little obsession of his with shoyo hinata⌠so you guess it wasnât a crush after all.
thereâs only an ounce of hesitation behind what you say next, because yes, kenmaâs your best friend and this could change the trajectory of your entire relationship with him, but also itâs kenma. kenma who youâve shared a bed and clothes with, kenma whoâs seen you at rock bottom and whoâs wiped your snot and tears away when you were at your lowest, kenma who youâre attached at the hip with.
âwhat if i was your first kiss?â
kenma doesnât falter at your words, not even for a second as he plays on expertly, nonchalant as always.
âuhh, why?â he asks, and youâre triumphant. if it was a âew, no, what the fuck?â then thatâs how youâd know you fucked up. but itâs not.
âit kinda makes sense for me to be your first. also, i just wanna know what itâs like to kiss you,â you admit, shrugging your shoulders.
the next few moments are full of nothing but controller sounds and the music from the video game on the tv. in the faint glow that radiates from the screen, you make out a tiny dusting of pink on kenmaâs pale cheeks.
eventually he gulps. then, âcan we drink first?â
your mouth falls open with an insulted gasp and you have half a mind to smack him over the head.
âif you think iâm ugly you can say that, kozume,â you pout, crossing your arms.
âitâs not because i think youâre ugly, dumbass.â
âthen why do you need to be drunk to kiss me?!â
kenma is silent again. he doesnât have to look at you to know youâre staring at him utterly indignantly.
âbecause iâm too scared to look you in the eyes right now.â
oh.
now you get it.
kenma kozume is such a virgin. and you want him so incredibly badly. in fact you have to restrain yourself from jumping into his lap and kissing him until he canât think straight.
instead you slide off the couch and head towards his fridge, grab two bottles of asahi and the bottle opener from the utensil drawer before padding back over to the couch, sitting an inch or two closer to kenma than you were before.
you click one bottle open for him, then one for yourself, then without a hint of hesitation you take a confident swig until youâre near chugging the drink.
âchill,â kenma says, side-eyeing you after taking a swig from his own bottle. âdonât want you pulling a himeno on me.â
you let out a noise thatâs half-scoff and half-laugh, smacking at his arm. âdonât joke about that. that scene was traumatic.â
two bottles of beer later, kenmaâs in-game reflexes start to waver. heâs no longer as sharp as usual, though his tipsy state still trumps the skills of an average player. meanwhile, your head floats with the buzz of alcoholâwell, it hovers.
âkenmaaa,â you whine, shaking his arm, when all of a sudden his character is shot to death and the screen pauses as if to deliberately rub his defeat in his face. you stifle a giggle while he runs his hands over his face, though youâre pretty sure itâs not because he lost.
âwhat?â he asks, but he fails at conveying any real irritation towards you. his voice is small, frail almost.
âi wanna kiss you,â you say. your fingers still cling to the fabric of his hoodie sleeve. kenmaâs entire body burns from it. heâs so fucked.
âokay, fine,â he says, turning his body to finally face you and criss-crossing his legs on the couch. âthis feels awkward though, how are we-â
and youâve waited long enough for this, and the alcohol that buzzes through your system makes you throw all your morals out the window, and youâre grabbing him by fistfuls of his hoodie and dragging him towards you until your lips smashâliterallyâtogether, and finally he shuts up.
youâre not sure what overcomes you, but youâre kissing him like youâre hungry, not quite ravaging him, but years of yearning deep inside of you bubbles to the surface and fills you with desperation.
also, youâre tipsy.
itâs not long before you come back to your senses a little and remind yourself that this is just his first kiss. go easy on him, maybe?
you move away, slowly, as though trying not to startle him, to find a pair of golden feline eyes blinking back at you. theyâre swimming with something unintelligible, something akin to⌠need? you think you must be seeing things. youâre tipsy, after all.
the silence that hangs over the pair of you is heavyâtoo heavy. it hurts your shoulders. you laugh so that it goes away, covering your face as though kenmaâs timidness was contagious and has now spread to you.
eventually, when you peer back up at him, heâs grinning almost⌠triumphantly. despite the blush that covers his entire face, he looks victorious. his face replaces any words he could say, and he turns back to his game without a word.
you, however, struggle to keep your thoughts to yourself.
âcan we do that more often?â you ask, leaning your frame against his, nuzzling your face into his warmth.
âyeah, we can.â
#kenma x reader#kenma kozume x reader#kenma x you#kenma imagine#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu fanfic#hq x reader#ę° lovers. ęą â kenma
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Moving In [18+]
ăBeefy!Bucky Barnes x f!readeră
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Pairings: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader. Summary: You're moving into your brand new apartment with Bucky. Themes/Warning: FLUFF and then SMUT. Dirty Talk, Oral Sex in shower [M receiving], Breath play, Breeding Kink, Rough Sex, unprotected sex, a bit of Cumplay, pet names [baby, angel], Bucky talking Russian, Bucky watching you undress, Bucky washing your body. A/N: Enjoy. Also I only use goodle translate for the Russian translations so it might not be accurate okay?
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Youâre standing outside your new apartment, staring at the couch wedged halfway through the doorframe. Bucky is on the other side, trying not to scowl too hard, but itâs obvious heâs moments away from snapping.
âRemind me again⌠why this couch?â he grumbles, giving the couch another push, his biceps straining against his shirt. You canât help but admire how ridiculous he looksâlike an action hero struggling against a villain that wonât budge.
âItâs cute!â you call from the doorway, trying to sound casual.
âItâs a tank,â he mutters, adjusting his grip. âItâs like you went into the store and said, âShow me the one that can take out a wall.ââ
You stifle a giggle and shrug. âHey, itâs got character. You love character, right?â
Bucky raises an eyebrow at you, glancing between the couch and you. âCharacter? Babe, this couch has more attitude than I do.â
You smirk and cross your arms. âMmm I think itâs 50/50.â
He doesnât even dignify that with a response, pushing the couch again with a grunt. After what feels like an eternity, he manages to wedge it through the door and into the living room. He flops onto it, completely spent, his chest heaving.
âI swear,â he pants, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, âif we ever move again, Iâm burning this thing.â
âOh, relax,â you say, walking over to flop down next to him, throwing your legs across his lap. âYouâre just cranky because the couch won.â
He gives you an incredulous look. âCranky? Me?â Then, with an exaggerated groan, he places a hand on his chest. âOh no, not at all. I love breaking my back for this thing. Love it.â
You poke his ribs, and he twitches. âDonât be dramatic. I thought you were tough.â
âI am,â he says, sitting up with a mock glare. âBut that couch is no joke.â
You snicker, leaning in to kiss his cheek. âWell, now that the couch is in, we can start painting!â
Buckyâs expression drops like a rock.Â
âPainting?â He points to the walls like they personally offended him. âWhatâs wrong with these walls?â
âTheyâre beige, Bucky. Beige. Who chooses beige?â You hop up, grabbing the paint roller with a bright smile. âCome on! I picked a beautiful sky blue for the feature wall.â
âI miss the couch already,â Bucky grumbles but stands up to help.
Soon enough, youâre both in old clothes, standing in the middle of the room with paint trays and rollers. Bucky, as expected, is focused, serious, and meticulous, carefully applying each stroke to the wall like itâs a mission briefing.
Meanwhile, youâre rolling the paint on a little haphazardly, watching him out of the corner of your eye, trying not to laugh. Heâs so seriousâtoo serious for something like this.
âBucky,â you call out sweetly, taking a step toward him.
âHm?â he grunts, still focused.
âHold still.â
Before he can react, you swipe your paintbrush across his nose, leaving a perfect streak of blue on his face.
He blinks, stunned for a moment, his mouth hanging open. Then he narrows his eyes at you, his voice dangerously calm. âYou didnât.â
âOh, but I did,â you say with a grin, taking a step back.
Bucky doesnât say anything for a second, but the look on his face tells you everythingâyouâve started something. Suddenly, he grabs his roller, slowly dipping it into the paint tray, his gaze locked onto you.
âBuckyââ you start, backing up.
âIâm warning you,â he says, lifting the roller like a weapon. âYouâre not walking out of here clean.â
You squeal, trying to dodge as he lunges at you, but heâs fasterâmuch faster. With one swift move, he swipes the roller across your arm, leaving a giant blue streak on your sleeve. You burst out laughing, and before you know it, both of you are chasing each other around the room, paint flying everywhere.
âTruce!â you yell, holding your hands up, but Bucky only smirks.
âNo way,â he says, catching you around the waist and pulling you close. âYou started this.â
Before you can protest, he swipes his finger across your cheek, leaving another streak of blue paint. You gasp and laugh, wriggling out of his grasp, but not before leaving a handprint on his shirt.
âYouâre ruthless,â you say between giggles, wiping paint off your face.
âSays the woman who wiped paint on my nose,â he fires back, but heâs grinning now, looking much more relaxed than before.
Finally, you both collapse onto the plastic covered couch, your clothes and skin now covered in paint smudges, breathing heavily. Bucky rests his head on the back of the couch, glancing over at you with a soft smile. His nose is still blue, and he hasnât even bothered to wipe it off.
âI canât believe you picked a fight with me,â he says, his tone playful.
âI didnât pick a fight,â you say, smiling. âI picked a paint war.â
He shakes his head, chuckling. âYouâre lucky I love you.â
You lean over, kissing his cheek. âYeah, I am.â
And there you are, sitting together on your way-too-large couch, paint everywhere, and Bucky with a sky-blue nose, looking happier than youâve seen him in a while.
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After what feels like hours of cleaning up paint splatters and arranging your oversized couch (which Bucky still glares at from time to time), you both flop back onto it, utterly spent. The place looks halfway decent nowâpainted walls, the couch finally in its rightful placeâand both of you are starving.
You sit cross-legged on the couch, with takeout boxes from your favorite Chinese restaurant spread out on the coffee table in front of you. Buckyâs already digging into his lo mein like itâs the best meal of his life. You, however, are eyeing your sweet and sour pork, but your gaze keeps flicking over to Buckyâs food.
He catches your glances and raises an eyebrow, fork halfway to his mouth.Â
âWhat?â
You quickly look back at your own box. âNothing.â
He narrows his eyes suspiciously and takes another bite. You make a show of enjoying your food, but out of the corner of your eye, you keep stealing glances at his lo mein.
âSeriously, whatâs going on?â Bucky asks, pausing mid-bite. âYouâre doing that thing again.â
âWhat thing?â you ask innocently, poking your sweet and sour pork with your chopsticks.
âThat thing where you pretend you donât want my food but keep staring at it like itâs the last meal on Earth.â
You bite your lip, stifling a smile, and look at your chicken again. âIâm not staring. Iâm just⌠admiring.â
âAdmiring?â Buckyâs voice is filled with playful disbelief. âYou hate lo mein.â
âI do not!â you protest, but your eyes flick back to his box of food.
Bucky leans back on the couch, a smirk forming on his lips as he watches you. âUh-huh. So, you donât want to swap?â
You freeze, pretending to look offended. âWhy would I want to swap? I love sweet and sour pork. Itâs⌠my favorite.â
âUh-huh,â he repeats, his smirk growing as he scoops another big bite of lo mein into his mouth. âBecause it really looks like youâre enjoying that pork.â
You poke the pork again, this time with a little less enthusiasm. Youâve had sweet and sour pork a million times. Meanwhile, Buckyâs lo mein looks warm and savory, and you swear heâs eating it like itâs better than yours on purpose.
âOkay, fine!â you finally admit, throwing your hands up. âI want your lo mein. Happy?â
Bucky laughs, his deep voice filling the room. âI knew it! Why donât you just order what I order?â
âBecause I like variety,â you say, crossing your arms. âBut your food always looks better than mine.â
He snorts, shaking his head, before pushing his lo mein box toward you. âGo ahead, have at it. I knew this was coming.â
You take the box without hesitation, immediately diving into it like youâve been waiting for this moment your whole life.Â
âThank you.â
Bucky watches you with a smile, then reaches for your untouched sweet and sour pork.Â
âFine. Iâll take this. Not that you ever really wanted it.â
You both eat for a few minutes, but Buckyâs watching you again, this time with a curious expression.
âWhat now?â you ask, pausing mid-bite.
âI just donât get it,â Bucky says, waving his fork around. âYou always do this. You order something different, then you want what I have.â
You shrug, swallowing a mouthful of noodles. âItâs a girlfriend thing. We like to try your food.â
Bucky chuckles, shaking his head. âYou donât try itâyou take it.â
âI canât help it!â you laugh. âYou always pick the better food.â
He rolls his eyes, but thereâs a fond smile on his face. âNext time, just tell me what you want. Iâll order two of it.â
You smile sweetly at him. âWhereâs the fun in that?â
Bucky groans but doesnât stop eating. After a few more bites, though, you notice him eyeing his old boxâthe one now sitting in your lap.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, a grin spreading across your face.
âNothing,â he grumbles, glancing between his pirk and the lo mein youâve commandeered. âJust⌠thinking maybe I miss my lo mein.â
You smirk and nudge the box toward him. âWanna swap back?â
âMaybe,â he mutters, but you can tell heâs holding back a smile.
Without another word, you swap your food again, and Buckyâs face immediately brightens as he digs back into his lo mein. You laugh, shaking your head, realizing this is going to be a never-ending cycle of food-stealing whenever you two order takeout.
As you both settle in, Bucky looks over at you, this time with a soft smile, no teasing, no complaints.Â
âYou know,â he says, his voice a little quieter, âthis whole moving in thing⌠not so bad.â
You smile back, your heart warming at his words. âNot so bad,â you agree, leaning into his side.
And as the two of you sit there, eating takeout on your too-big couch in your freshly painted apartment, you realize thereâs no one else youâd rather steal food from for the rest of your life.
The apartment is finally feeling like home, and the evening sun filters through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Buckyâs arm is draped casually around your shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm.
Youâve got your phone in your hand, lazily scrolling through TikTok while Bucky relaxes next to you. Every so often, you let out a soft chuckle or grin at a funny video, completely absorbed in your scrolling.
Bucky isnât saying much, just watching you quietly with that soft, fond expression he always gets when he thinks you arenât paying attention. He likes these momentsâwhen youâre just being yourself, not thinking too hard about anything. Itâs one of the things he loves most about you.
Suddenly, you laugh out loud, covering your mouth as a TikTok meme plays on your screen.Â
âOh my god,â you snicker, turning to Bucky with a mischievous smile. âThis is literally you.â
He raises an eyebrow, intrigued. âWhat? What is?â
You bite back another laugh and replay the TikTok, showing him the video. The meme says: "My boyfriend every time any part of my body touches him" followed by the guy on the video saying, "I may or may not have a boner right now."
Bucky stares at the screen for a moment, then glances back at you, his expression deadpan.Â
âReally?â
You burst out laughing, nodding enthusiastically. âYes! This is so you!â
Bucky groans, rubbing his hand over his face, but thereâs a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. âThatâs not me.â
âYes you are!â you tease, poking him in the side. âYouâre exactly like that. Every time.â
He chuckles, shaking his head. âNot every time.â
You give him a look, arching an eyebrow. âOh, really?â
Bucky smirks, leaning in a little closer. âOkay, fine. Maybe every time. But itâs not my fault. Youâre⌠hot.â
You laugh again, nudging him playfully. âUh-huh, sure.â
He catches your hand, pulling you closer, his smirk turning into a full grin. âWhat do you expect? Youâre walking around here, looking all cute and stealing my food. What am I supposed to do?â
You roll your eyes, trying to hold back your smile. âBlame me for everything.â
He shrugs, still grinning. âIâm just saying, itâs a natural reaction.â
You shake your head, trying to keep a straight face, but you canât help it. You burst into laughter again, leaning into him as you laugh. Bucky watches you, his expression softening, his hand moving to rest on your thigh as he pulls you even closer.
âSee?â you say, still laughing, pointing at him. âExactly like the TikTok!â
Bucky rolls his eyes dramatically but doesnât bother denying it. âFine, fine. You got me.â
You grin triumphantly, leaning your head on his shoulder as you settle back into his side. âI knew it.â
For a moment, neither of you says anything, just enjoying the comfortable silence. Then, with a small laugh, Bucky leans down, his voice low and teasing in your ear. âFor the record⌠I may or may not have a boner right now.â
You gasp, swatting his chest. âBucky!â
He laughs, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you, his grin wide and completely unrepentant.Â
âHey, you started it!â
You groan, shaking your head as you push yourself out of his lap, a smile tugging at your lips.Â
âI donât know⌠I think Iâm going to have a shower,â you say, standing up and stretching.
Bucky raises an eyebrow, looking intrigued. âOh, yeah?â
You give him a playful smirk. âYeah. Alone.â
His face twists into a dramatic pout.
âAlone? Câmon, we should save on the water bill. Be responsible adults,â he says with a mock-serious tone, raising his eyebrows like itâs a valid point. He grins, leaning back on the couch, crossing his arms. âJust looking out for our finances.â
âRight. Well, I think weâll survive a little higher water bill,â you tease as you make your way toward the bathroom.
He sighs dramatically. âGuess Iâll just sit here being financially responsible all by myself.â
You pause in the doorway, throwing a look over your shoulder. âGood luck with that.â
Bucky smirks, not giving up. âLast chance. Think of the planet.â
You roll your eyes but chuckle, finally giving in. âAlright, fine! Hurry up!â
Buckyâs face lights up, and he pumps his fist in victory.Â
âYes!â He jumps off the couch, pulling his shirt over his head from behind in one smooth motion, already halfway undressed as he strides toward you with a triumphant grin.
Your eyes instinctively drift down his body as he walks toward you, taking in the way his muscles shift with every step, his abs defined and his chest broad. He tosses his shirt aside, and you canât help but admire the view, your cheeks heating slightly as you watch him.
When he reaches you, Buckyâs hands move swiftly to his belt and the buttons on his jeans, undoing them with ease. His fingers are quick and sure, and he glances up at you, clearly amused by your reaction. He knows exactly what heâs doing as he works to undress, his grin widening when he sees you watching.
âYouâre ridiculous,â you mutter, leaning against the doorframe, trying to play it cool despite the way your gaze lingers a little longer than intended.
âResponsible,â he corrects with a wink, kicking off his shoes. âEnvironmentally conscious. And now, efficient.â
You snicker, stepping aside to let him through. âAlright, Mr. Efficient, youâre on a time limit.â
Bucky grins, already slipping into the bathroom. âDonât worry, Iâm a super soldier. Fast is kind of my thing.â
As you stood shut the door behind you, you suddenly felt a sharp smack on your ass. You gasped, turning around to find Bucky grinning behind you.
âOh my god, Bucky!â you exclaimed, but he was already past you, reaching in to turn the shower on like it was the most normal thing in the world.
He glanced back, his eyes filled with playful mischief. âWhat?â he asked innocently. âYou love it.â
You rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh. âCan you not watch me?â
Bucky leaned casually against the wall, crossing his arms, his eyes fixed on you with a smirk that made your stomach flip. Slowly, he licked his bottom lip, his gaze drifting over your body like he was committing every inch of you to memory.
âWhy not? Iâve seen this a million times,â he teased, his voice low and teasing. âBesides, I like watching you take everything off.â
His eyes lingered on the curve of your waist, traveling up to your bare shoulders, then back down again, soaking in every detail. The way his lips tugged into a smile when you caught him staring sent heat flooding through you.
Your cheeks flushed, but you tried to act unbothered, peeling off your clothes while fully aware of his intense gaze following your every move. You could feel the way his eyes moved over your skin, taking in the sight of your legs, the dip of your back, and the way you tried to casually brush off his attention.
Finally, the water was hot enough, steam swirling around the bathroom. As you reached for the shower door, Buckyâs hand shot out, tugging you toward him and into the shower, his grip firm but gentle.
âBucky!â you yelped as the warm water cascaded over both of you. His arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you against his chest, the heat of his body almost matching the warmth of the water.
He kissed the back of your neck, his voice a low, amused rumble in your ear. âTold you. Saving water.â
Taking the soap, he worked up a lather in his hands and pulled your back against his chest. He soaped your breasts, massaging them and pinching your nipples. You wound your arms around his head, giving you your weight and full access to your luscious body.
Bucky reached for your clit, stroking and circling with two fingertips, loving the way you responded to him. Never had a lover been so in tune with what he needed, your cravings a perfect match to his own. He felt like a god every time you gave in. Soon you were panting, your ass rocking against the semi-erect cock between his legs.
Bucky maneuvered you into the spray, letting the warm water cascade down your skin, droplets running down your shoulders and back as you settled into the heat. He stayed close behind you, soaping his own body while you soaked beneath the shower.
Your gaze flickered, darting between his legs as he washed his cock and balls, the sight almost too tempting. Without thinking, you started to reach for him, fingers trailing toward his groin.
âLater,â Bucky rasped, his voice thick with desire. He caught your wrist gently, his lips brushing your ear as he added, "In fact, I planned on fucking you all night."Â
You shivered at his words, heat pooling low in your stomach as his breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck.Â
"You're not actually worried about the water bill, are you?" you teased, glancing back at him with a smirk, trying to break the tension, though your pulse was racing.
Turning away, you began to wash your hair, lathering the shampoo into your scalp. But before you could finish, Bucky's hands reached for yours, gently moving them aside.Â
"Let me," he murmured, his fingers threading through your hair as he started massaging your scalp with the perfect amount of pressure, and you moaned. Bucky chuckled softly, the sound went straight to his dick.
"Sovsem ni kapli," he said, his voice rumbling low.Â
"What?" you chuckled, realising he'd spoken Russian on purpose, knowing it turns you on. "You're doing that thing where you talk in Russian.â
He grinned, his lips ghosting over your ear. "Not even a little."
You tilted your head back slightly, feeling his fingers still working through your hair. "Are you teaching me Russian?"
âMaybe," he said, a playful edge to his voice, âYa lyublyu tebyaâ I love you.
âYa lyublyu tebya,â you repeated in an accent far more non-russian accent than Russian.
âYouâll learn. You will be ready to tell me to fuck you in Russian very soon.âÂ
âTeach me how to say that,â you said as you moved under the spray to rinse your hair.
âPozhaluysta, trakhnya menya. Ya tvoya malen'kaya shlyushka.â
âYou said more than just âfuck me.ââÂ
He grabbed your waist and pulled your wet body flush to his. Bucky said, âPlease fuck me. I am your little slut.ââÂ
âOh, my Godâyou nasty.â You fingers threaded through his hair, your eyelids hooded. âWhy is that so hot?âÂ
âBecause you like it dirty, just like I do.â Bucky pushed you against the tile and ate at your mouth, devouring you as he thrust his tongue inside. You kissed him back, meeting him eagerly, and his balls were heavy again with the need to have you.
Bucky reluctantly tore his mouth off of yours and said, âYou know what I want.âÂ
You wasted no time in dropping to your knees on the slick tile. He didnât move, so you shuffled forward until the tip of his erection was within reach. You opened your mouth and sucked on the head, using your tongue on the underside.Â
âArghâthatâs my girl,â His palm swept over your wet hair.
You pushed your face toward his pelvis, taking more of him. He filled your mouth, so thick and smooth, and you could taste the precum leaking from the tip. You closed your eyes, savouring the sensation, loving the power this gave you over his pleasure.
He rocked his hips, fucking your mouth, and you took it eagerly, relaxing your throat to keep from gagging. You made sure your lips stayed tight on his shaft, and you fluttered your tongue until he grunted.Â
âEyes up here.â
You looked up at his face, which was taut with lust, his pupils wide. Bucky began muttering something under his breath, which was something he does to keep himself going for longer.Â
By the time he finished, you were panting, more turned on than you could stand. You started to reach between youe legs, ready to make yourself come, but his fingers twisted in your hair.Â
âNot yet. Put your hands behind your back.âÂ
You obeyed and his nostrils flared at your compliance. âWho do you belong to, baby?â
You knew he wanted an answer, so you started to release him. He shook his head and held you in place. âNo, donât pull off. With your mouth full of my dick, tell me who you belong to.âÂ
Holding his gaze, you gave a garbled answer around the rigid flesh. âMmmu.âÂ
Satisfaction twisted his expression and he pushed deep, making you gag. âThatâs right. What a good girl you are. I think Iâll reward you.âÂ
You groaned low in yourthroat, and the vibrations made him shudder and his eyes rolled, breaking your eye contact. You moaned again, this time intentionally and watched his rapturous expression, revelling in the sudden power. The more he growled and the harder he gripped your hair the more voraciously you tried to devour him with your tongue.
Bucky pumped his hips against your mouth and the only thing keeping you steady was his grip on your head as you felt him stiffen even more against your tongue, your mouth followed, moving wetly back up the shaft. You let out more moans before he gasped and cried out thickly. You felt a pressure in your mouth and it was suddenly filled. You nearly gagged and had to swallow several times to keep from choking, finally pulling away with a gasp to see the remainder still leaking from the tip. You blinked up at him taking heavy breaths.
Turning off the water, he stepped back and his cock fell out of your mouth. He raised a hand to brush the hair from your face and cupped your cheek in one hand. His hand almost practically engulfed you but was extremely gentle, almost tender.
âUp.â
After you rose, he pointed behind you. âGo to the bed. Lay down, arms above your head and legs spread.âÂ
You didnât bother towelling off as you left the bathroom. Instead, you stretched out on the cool sheets, the water drying on your skin and making you shiver. Your clit was swollen and begging for attention.
Bucky strode into the bedroom, his glorious cock bobbing with every step. He was going to shove that monster inside your pussy and you couldnât fucking wait.Â
Putting one knee on the bed, he reached between your legs. âFuck, youâre so wet. Did my Russian turn you on?âÂ
He shoved two fingers inside you and you gasped, you upper half bowing. âGod, yes!âÂ
âIs this pussy empty? Do you need me to fill it?â He pumped his hand, giving you a taste of the friction you craved. âBeg me. âTrakhni menya zhestko, soldat.ââ
You dug your fingernails into the headboard. âTrakhni menya zhestko, James!â
âFuck,â he ground out. âI want to edge you for hours, but I canâtâletâs just go for round two.â In a flash he was on his knees between your thighs, lining up at your entrance and pushing in. The pressure was a lot to take.Â
You werenât sure you were one hundred percent ready. âOh, shit.âÂ
âShh,â he said, smoothing his palms down your legs. âYou can take me, baby, you always do.âÂ
He watched as his cock spread your pussy open, his hips moving slowly, like he wanted you to feel every centimeter. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head. âSo good, Bucky. Youâre killing me.â
He dragged a hand up your hip, along your ribs and over a breast, until he reached your throat.Â
âNo, Iâm not killing you . . . but I easily could?â Bucky jokes, his fingers covered your neck and squeezed, not enough to cut off your air but enough to cause your eyes to pop open. He was smirking down at you.Â
âYouâre alive at my mercy, angel.â As if on cue, a flood of moisture coated his cock just then and he tunneled farther inside, now in almost all the way. He squeezed your throat a little harder. âYou like that, donât you? When I play with you like this.â
Your lips parted with the force of your breaths, your pulse throbbing beneath his hand. He slid in as deep as he could go, his cock fully seated and taking up all the room inside you. You wriggled your hips, trying to urge him on. You needed to come so badly.Â
âPlease, baby, you have to move.â
Instead, he held still and stared at you. âI am going to choke you while I fuck you.âÂ
Panic filled your chest. You werenât ready for those kinds of games. That was next level shit. âNo, wait. Donât hurt meâtake it easy.â
âAngel,â he crooned, âOf course, I will not hurt you. Ya tebe obeshchayu.â I promise you.
He gave a gentle thrust of his hips. âI am going to squeeze the sides of your throat. It will make you lightheaded and your orgasm will be a thousand times more intense.â
You knew many people were into breath play and strangulation, but it seemed dangerous to you.Â
You swallowed. âO-okay? I trust you.â
âDonât worry, I know how to do this correctly. You will love it.â He stared at his hand on your throat, then withdrew and rammed into your pussy, and the friction sent shockwaves through your limbs. He growled deep in his throat.
âBaby, shouldnât we have a safe word? Or . . . .â your words died when he gave a rough thrust, rocking you body, and you cried out. âOh, yes! More of that.â
âNah. No need for a safe word. The fear and danger will make it more exciting for you.â Bucky winked, pulling almost all the way out then ramming back inside you.
âFuâck. Itâll just make it more exciting for you.â
Bucky only chuckled and he began stroking in and out, his hand resting on your throat. He wasnât applying any real pressure, just building the tension, making you wonder when he would start, and for some reason the uncertainty made it hotter. Sweat broke out on your forehead, your body already primed to come, so you rocked your hips, trying to hit the right spot to send you over the edge.
âLook at me,â he ordered.Â
You cracked your eyelids and read the intent in his gaze. Fuck, was I ready? I really liked the feel of his hand on my throat.
You nodded.Â
As he started thrusting back into his rhythm, he squeezed the sides of your throat, pressing. You never looked away from him, unsure what you were feeling as the blood flow into your head slowed. He watched your face.Â
âThere you go, Angel. It feels so good, doesnât it?âÂ
The fear and excitement sent you spiraling. âOh, God,â you said, now lightheaded.
He rode you hard, rocking the headboard into the wall, and you inner muscles tightened around his dick.Â
He growled. âI can feel you. Fuck!â
He released your neck, and what followed was a rush youâd never experienced in all your life. Your pussy clamped down as the orgasm slammed into you. Yoir hoarse shout echoed throughout the room, and you dug your fingernails into his arms as the climax went on and on.
Buck was pressing deep inside against your cervix, this time harder, and the pressure made you cramp. One of his hands has now begun toying with your breast, creating more of those warm and blessed shivers of sensation.
âYouâre so hot when you take it.â He said brushing his knuckles against the undersides of you breast.Â
âYeah? Well you better not fucking pull out.â You demanded, insensibly rocking you hips against his, and pressing your breast into his hand.
âYouâd like that wouldnât you? You're just going to keep having babies over and over. Don't let any of the cum out of your pussy when I come. We need it all in there so you can do your job. That's all you need to be. Just a little baby maker for me.â He pinched one of your nipples, a little hard, but you instantly wanted him to do it again.
"Ohâfuck, yes! Iâm going to keep it all in for you, baby. Now why donât you find a more...productive use for...your dirty mouth?â You looked at him with glazed eyes, and he gave you a heart stopping look in return.
"As you wish, angel." And with that his mouth was at your devouring your mouth, your throat, and finally was at your breasts. You rewarded him with an approving squeeze at the back of his neck, and his cock as he ravaged you.
He pumped into you more aggressively now, and you ground your hips against him, each shock sliding further from more pleasure. You cried out, clutching at him and wrapping your legs tightly around him, but he continued to thrust into you with greater need, moving more and more deeply, his tongue all over your body.Â
Again the pain mingled with pleasure until it all blurred into a white heat. It was as if you felt everything and nothing. You had trouble discerning where one caress began and another violent thrust ended.Â
You felt him moving above you, his muscles straining beneath your hands and at your mouth as you licked and nipped at his rough skin feeling an undeniable urge to feel and taste every part of him. You felt Buckyâs moans as much as you heard them, vibrating through your body as he pressed against you, covering you and burying himself inside you. He was everywhere, and it felt as if there was nothing left of the world beyond you two straining bodies.
You felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening once more and you rocked your hips faster against him, grunting as your bodies slammed together.Â
âOhhhâmyâgod, Bucky! YES. Put that hot load in my unprotected pussy.â
Your hips meet his thrusts coming closer and closer with each jarring shock. Bucky laced his fingers through your loose hair and gripped you again, leveraging himself into you and sending a blinding heat through you making your hips jerk beneath him.Â
âOhâfuck, Iâm going to put a baby inside you now. Can you feel how deep I am inside you?â Grunting from the effort, he held you down as his hips slammed into you, a man possessed, and not even ten strokes later he was coming, his back arching.
His own cry tore from his throat as you shook beneath him, and you felt yourseld suddenly filled, if that were any more possible, and was overcome by a series of wrenching spasms that made you clutch at his skin and gasp for air. You twitched delirious as the throbbing inside of you sent hot waves of pleasure and relief through your trembling body.
Bucky didnât immediately pull out. Instead, he hung his head, closed his eyes, and stirred his hips, like he wanted to prolong your connection. You could feel his come leaking out of you, our combined juices soaking the mattress.Â
You reached down as he slowly pulled out, the emptiness causing you to shiver. You reached down and tried to extract as much some as you could by scooping it out of your with two fingers, eyes locked on Bucky while you seductively lick his come off your fingers.
âFuck, Y/N.â Finally, he rolled off you and sprawled onto the bed.
Your head rested on his arm, your cheek pressed against the hard ridge of his chest. You slid a hand along the groove, trailing it down to his stomach and pressed your hand against it, exploring the firm lines of the knotted muscles with your finger tips.Â
âAre you trying to get me hard again? Because itâs working.â
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Summers In Pandora đ¸ Day 5 - JealousyÂ
Paring: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader
Summary: Neteyam wants your attention but youâre too busy giving it to someone else
Warnings: MDNI 18+, established relationship, jealous neteyam, rough sex, explicit language, orals (f receiving), p in v, neteyam getting mad he keeps getting interrupted,
Word Count:Â 2.5k
Index: kelku - house, sevin - pretty
Disclaimer: All my characters are aged-up! If this makes you uncomfortable feel free to scroll and donât read!
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âBaby come on, just the tipâ Neteyamâs hands roamed your body as your stood in front of the mirror of your kelku fixing your top while you get ready for your daily clan duties. Neteyam should always be getting ready but he seems to rather rut against your ass begging to fuck because he woke up with a ranging boner. Â
âNete, we have to leave Iâm gonna be late for class.â you loved your job in the clan, it mainly consisted of teaching young healers but you like to help out wherever you can. You and Neteyam have been in a relationship for the pass 3 years, you both just turned 19 so you thought it was bit immature to mate so soon. Even thought you were not opposed to the idea; both your parents told you to wait until you turned 21. Â
It has been about a year now you and Neteyam moved in together and it has been wonderful, you never realized before how horny he is until you started living together, not that youâre complaining. He is so active during the day and still he tries to fuck you every chance he gets. âBaby please I wonât take longâ his hands squeezed the skin on your waist as he kissed your neck trying to convince you to get naked with him. Â
You almost gave in before you head a knock on the wood next to your kelku doorway flap. ây/n are you ready? We're gonna be lateâ you heard Neteyam hiss at the voice on the other side of the tent. One of your newer students has taken it upon himself to follow you around like a tail. Which often meant he walked you to the healer's hut and back every day. Â Â Â
Neteyam hated every part of it, why is this boy walking you around like you donât have a man to do it for you. He doesnât like it one bit. Neteyam was so tired of him showing up at your shared kelku as if he doesn't know Neteyam also lives there. He let go of you and threw on his towel on hastily around his hips matching towards the entrance flap, neteyam swings it open coming face to face with the man himself. âWhy do you keep coming here? Canât you give her space and wait until she gets to the fucking healers hut then see her? I am very much capable of walking my woman to and from her working station boy.â Â
âWhen she tells me to leave her alone then I will until then you canât tell me what to doâ he sounded like a spoiled child.Â
âBoy donât make me pull rank on you, that is my wife-âÂ
âGirlfriend, that's your girlfriend. I still have a shotâÂ
Neteyam was about to knock him on his ass when you ran out of the kelku towards him, âNeteyam no, donât hurt him heâs harmlessâÂ
âHarmless? You call this harmless? He's basically a stalker.â Neteyam tries to walk around you but you place your hands on his chest, âNo no stop baby come on, I have to go Iâll come by and see you a little later, ok? Go get ready for trainingâ every pause in your sentence you kissed his both cheeks so he would calm down. With a sigh you know he was going to let you go. Â
Neteyam wrapped his arm around you and kissed you deeply on the lips, he tilted his head sticking his tongue in your mouth as if her was stacking claim in front of the other man, you melt into him so easily, you always loved it when he kissed you, when he did anything to you. Â
You pull away from and breath and gave him one last peck before saying goodbye for the day, you send him a sweet smile as you walked away with the boy trailing behind you like a puppy. Neteyam watch you walk your perfect figure away from him, sighing before walking back into the hut to get ready for the day.Â
âSeriously you need to stop doing that, Iâm not gonna be there to save you one day and Neteyam will knock you on your ass with his little finger.â you express to the boy. His ears pinned back as he nodding to your words, he never intended to make up upset, but seeing you with another man just makes him angry.Â
âIâm sorry...â he said in a small voice, âItâs fine but you need to watch your behavior around him, itâs bad enough as it isâ you told him as you walk into the healer's hut to start your lesson. After it was over you make your way to the training grounds to see Neteyam.Â
When you get there, you watch him spar with another warrior and you say hi to his father and his brother, âHey Mr. Sully, Loâak howâs it going?â they turn towards you and greet your back, ây/n how many times have I told you that you can call me Jake, or dad. You're my daughter in law.âÂ
âOh, not yet dad, he has competition nowâ Loâak raised his eyebrows at you making jake raise a questioning eyebrow you. You turn back to look at your future mate sparring with the other warrior, âWhat did you hear?â you asked Loâak. âI hear that Neteyam is deeply frustrated about the puppy dog that follows you around.â his comment made you laugh. Â
âLoâak please, I donât want anyone but Neteyam he has no competition.â you turn your head to admire you boyfriendâs godly figure. âWhy donât you just tell him to leave you alone?â Jake asked, âWell dad, I donât want to hurt his feelings, or make it weird he is one of mt students, Iâd hate to have to teach someone who resents meâ you sigh and Jake nodded.Â
âI mean, I can see where heâs annoyed even now, I hate it when my wife has to associate herself with other menâ Jake told you. âOh, so he got the jealousy from you?â you laugh then Neteyam walked up to you three, âhi babyâ he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you close and kiss you. âHello bro, we arenât also standing right hereâ Â
âShut up Loâak, so baby lessonâs over? Wanna go home and have lunch?â he asked you. âSure, letâs goâ you held his hand as he led the way to your shared kelku. He walked in behind you closing the flap and pulling you close to by your waist and kissing you, âNeteyam hm, I thought we were having lunchâ you said in between kisses. Neteyam picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his slim waist, âyea baby Iâm gonna eatâ Â
He laid you down on the hammock that sat in your common area, he didnât want to wait to make it to your bed. Neteyam got down on the floor between your legs and pushed your loincloth up taking in the view of your pussy. You had a blush on your face looking down at him between your legs and without warning he just buried his head into your pussy flicking your clit with his tongue.Â
Neteyam slid his tongue up your folds while he ran his hands up your body under your top toying with your nipples. The sensation drives you mad and you throw your head back with a moan of his name, âfuck nete-â he sucked on your clit in the way he knows you like it, âyea sevin, you taste so goodâ Neteyam laps up all your juices, flicking on your clit you were so close to coming when your kelku flap burst open.Â
âY/n? Are you here? Tsahik said she needs yo-â your puppy dog says as he walks in seeing Neteyamâs head dipped between your thighs. You scramble to pull the throw blanket over your legs and Neteyamâs head hiding him from view. Neteyam slide out from under the blanket menacingly, he turned his head to the boy standing at his kelku entrance. âIâm giving you one second, run away or I will hurt you.â Â
Neteyamâs lips glistened with your juices even while he spoke to the boy and sent him running away from your kelku. When neteyam turned back to you, you had the blanket up to your nose and you were crouched up under it looking at Neteyam. He was pissed he had enough if this situation, for weeks you have been saying that puppy dog was harmless but it seems you were wrong. Neteyam had no idea he was so comfortable barging into your kelku. How often does he do that?Â
âBaby, was that the first time he came in like that?â you hesitated before shaking your head ânoâ. âHe did it before, while you were training, but I promised nothing happened.â Neteyam straighten his back and gritted his teeth, âIt doesnât matter if nothing happened when did he get so fucking comfortable to burst in here like that? And only when Iâm not around, I bet he thought I wasnât here when he did it.â you shrug your shoulders not knowing if talking would make the situation better or worse. Truthfully you didnât know what brought on his behavior, but you didnât want Neteyam to get upset so you never told him. âAnd you didnât think to tell him to stop coming into your private space?â Â
You heard it in his voice, he was pissed about this, he had every reason to be as well, âwhy didnât you tell me?â Â
âI didnât want you to get upsetâ Â
âFuck Y/n did he ever see you in any kind of intimate positions when he bargained in?â his voice was strained but you decided not to lie. âUhm well, not really, the first time I was making lunch for when you would come home to eat and I wearing that robe you made for me, the silky one. After that he kept coming back every couple days, he never ventured in he stayed by the doorway.â Â
Neteyam rubbed his hand over his face, you liked that robe, ever since he made it for you, you loved to wearing it, but you usually did so without any clothes underneath, and Neteyam loved coming home to his naked girlfriend only covered in the thin piece of silk. He thought your nipples looked so cute against the cool fabric, the way they printed out sent him mad.Â
It wasnât your fault, you didnât know you were accidently flashing the boy, it was his fault so not respecting your space but heâll teach him a lesson right after he does you. For keep secrets. Neteyam ripped the blanket off your body and stood up tossing it to the side, he took a step back and ordered you, âstand you, stripâ Â
He watched you get up and strip off your clothes for him. Your hands moved to cross over your chest but he stopped your quickly placing his hands on your wrist and pulling them apart, âno donât hide these from me.â Neteyam walked up to you and places his hands on your tits playing with them and he brought his mouth to yours kissing you.Â
You whimper into his mouth as he kneads the flesh of your tits, he tugs at your nipples making them hard and sensitive. You thought he might take you to the bedroom but instead he picked you up and sat on the hammock seating you in his lap. Neteyam didnât break the kiss though, his hands move down your body touching everything he can. Â
He always was such a passionate lover; always make you feel loved when he touched you. âNeteyam-â Â
âShh baby, Iâm tired of being interrupted, I want some time with you, need to show everyone who you really belong tooâ his lips moved down to your neck sucking on your skin, he leaves deep purple marks and pulls away to admire his work every time before moving on and making another one. He kissed you down sucking on tits flicking his tongue on your nipple. Â
You squirm in his lap and thread your hands through his braids keeping him close to you, Neteyam takes one of your hands out of his hair and brings it down to his cock, you didnât even realize when he took off his loincloth. You gripped his thick cock squeezing it before bringing your other hand down to stroke it with both hands. Neteyam whimpers feeling your soft palm on his cock.Â
He moved away from your nipples and back up to kiss your lips twirling his tongue around yours. He pulled away from the kiss but his lips still touched yours as he said, âspit on itâ Â
You tilt your head down spitting on his cock rubbing your slit over his length. Neteyam lifted your hips up and over his cock lining you up before he slowly lowered you down on his length. Your jaw was slack as you looked down at him but he wasnât looking at you, he was looking down at his cock disappearing inside your cunt. âAlways so tight babyâÂ
His eyes dart back up to your face when you bottom out and moan, he gives you a minute to adjust before he is lifting your hips up and down on him. Neteyam loved watching you on top, itâs probably one of his favorite positions. He loved watching your tits bounce in his face. Neteyam quicken his pace bouncing you faster on him listening to the way your moans got louder and the way you stuttered out those pretty ahs for him. Â
âListen baby, you listening?â he said as he sets a pace for you. âYou. Will. Not. See. Him. Again. Do I make myself clear?â Neteyam said every word each time bouncing you in his cock. You clenched down on him at his words, you always did love it when he got possessive for you.Â
âOh-okk, okâ you chanted. âLet me hear you say it youâre not gonna what?âÂ
âNot. Gonna. See. Himâ you stutter out on his cock. Neteyam smiled at your submissive nature knowing youâd never get like this for anyone but him, âgood fucking girl.â Just then he saw a figure outside his doorway flap, someone was peeking through. He recognized the boy immediately and decided to have a little fun with it. Â
âOh Eywa fuck, fuck yeaâ you moan getting close to your orgasm making Neteyam smile watching you lose yourself on him. Â
âTell me baby, who owns you?â he smiles up at you even though you werenât really in your right mind. âYours-you Neteyam!â you screamed his name while cuming hard on his cock gushing your juices on his thighs. âOne more time baby say it again who owns you?â he said, his voice was strained he was getting close too. âYou Nete- you!â you mewl in overstimulation as he cums deep in you. Your jaw went slack once more as he held you down on him to take him seed, he drops his head on your shoulder kissing your neck as his dick pumps cum inside you. You felt him twitch when he bites down on your neck softly feeling the way you clenched down on him. Â
With his tongue on your neck, he looks over your shoulder and saw the boy was gone. He really hopes he got his point across this time as he plays with the end of your tail thatâs wrapped around his forearm.
đ¸ I hope you all enjoyed reading! I have tons of fun with this one! If you didnât know before Iâm a Neteyam girl at heart!
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POTES SEMI-LIVEBLOGS KOTOR!
ive been writing my thoughts in the notes app but due to popular demand (one person asked for it) i'm posting my liveblogging DO NOT SAY/TAG/COMMENT SPOILERS PLEASE i read tags
warning im a yapper, im 10 hours in and theres a lot already (separated into sessions):
SESSION 1
whos this clown i thought i would be playing as revan
ive been too spoiled by dragon age origins this character creator sucks ass
only human???? ): fr?? ill just imagine her different in my brain or some shit
my life is being mansplained to me. is this bad writing or do i have amnesiacs
hes meta now??? hes talking abt the screen controls?????
omg a jedi and an evil jediii
omg their asses suckedddd they both died immediately
i <3 bringing a sword to a gun fight
WHY R THERE SO MANY SITH WHERE IS TJE RULE OF TWO
i clicked a workbench and it said lightsaber so either i get a lightsaber or i get a jedi friend whose lightsaber i can steal if im careful
I assume u play as revan in kotor2 so im gonna buy that now so i can play it when im done playing w this clown
i got light side points im getting a good grade in game morality which is something both normal to want and possible to achieve
everyone keeps saying revan is dead but thats my friend revan from tumblr hes clearly alive. or they???
my characters ass is distractingly present onscreen
huge fan of the way everyone collapsed drunk what the FUCK was in that wine
ok these sith ppl might be the bad guys but their armour is DRIPPY AS FUCK
ideologically i dont agree w the sith but they kinda went off w the fits
googling how to become a sith without being evil cause they have Drip
SESSION 2
i paid ÂŁ1.19 to see revan he better show up in this game at some point
all these sith n i still cant find one revanâŚ.. stop faking ur death rn come out n talk to me babygirl this isnt like uâŚ.
why can i be light/dark side if im not a jedi. give me a laser sword
maybe this jedi gyal will know where revan is faking his death. or give me a fuckin lightsaber PLEASEEE
was just thinking 'does this game have romance' and then carth called me beautiful. i dont think im gonna romance anyone until i get this amnesia sorted
why is carth questioning me so much abt the crash im pretty sure i have amnesia
why tf did the jedi lady have me transferred to this ship are we in lesbians with each other???
carth's not wrong it is suspicious but i lowkey have amnesia so i coulda done that i coulda not
a lot of clone wars voice actors in this. was lucasfilm so broke in the 2000s that they could only afford the same 3 VAs for every project
mission is 14??????? we need to get my girl back in school
SESH 3
tale as old as time i fucking suck at racing games
ok i didnt realise you had to mash click i won
REVAN!!! REVAN!!!!!!!!!
why am i dreaming abt revan tho. real as hell but ?????
lmao cringe revan getting blown up. i thought the jedi beat rev-meister in a fight but no. accident
"such visions are often a sign of force sensitivity" COOL YAY GIVE ME A LIGHTSABER
BASTILLE LOST HER FUCKING LIGHTSABER??
CARTH IS RIGHT THATS LIKE DAY ONE JEDI SHIT. ok i still love her even tho shes a bit of a bitch and also doesnt have a saber
if we find a lightsaber im taking it first tho
whys carth getting weird abt me being weird that he doesnt trust me. i just wanna be friends mate
SESH IV: A NEW HOPE
'i mean no disrespect, but perhaps one of the male slaves could serve you better' i went in here to start a slave revolution and instead got called a lesbo
LMAO THERES A SPICE LAB???? WALTER WHITE WHERE ARE YOU
thats insaneee they blew up BILLIONS of people to get to one jedi?????? these sith arent fucking around theyre scary
UM THIS IS CRAZY GRAPHICS THE LIGHTING IS CLEARER/DARKER WHEN I COVER THE SUN W THE SHIP EDGE?? 2003 IS THE YEAR OF THE FUTURE
someone just called me padawan i kinda assumed i was in my late 20s do i just have baby vibes
all the jedi in the movies are so chill but every kotor jedi i've met so far has been a bit of a bitch
YO THEY HAVE A YODA!!! its not THE yoda but
cool so these guys are just the regional managers at best. your asses are not the council
why can everyone smell my force juju so strong
THATS STRAIGHT UP YODA'S CLONE WARS VA
why does fake yoda not blink both eyes at the same time. im calling him master tortimer he reminds me of the animal crossing mayor
bastila there was no need for such a fancy bow
malak is like evil aang
revan is so much shorter than malak omg
are me and bastila sharing dreams. are we both obsessed w revan
poor mission ):
WHAT WAS MASTER TORTIMER ABT TO SAY????????? EVER SINCE WHEN??? DID WE KNOW EACH OTHER BEFORE MY AMNESIACS????? DID BASTILA TELL U SMTHN MORE WHEN I WASNT IN THE ROOM???
im intrigued i like this whole hidden jedi shtick its very compelling. so is whatever theyre hiding from me
kinda surprising no jedi found me before tho given my force juju is so strong
IM A LEGIT JEDI NOW??? SICK!!!
does revan rlly not have pronouns i thought that was a tumblr thing but they straight up are a nonbinary icon ive never heard a single pronoun used. revan's pronouns are revan/revan's
damn revan seems so cool in these stories (charismatic war hero that convinced their troops to join them as conqueror?? julius caesar) and yet all we've seen them do onscreen is get blown up and die by accident
A YEAR AGO? the way they were talking i assumed revan died like. a week before the game started
master uh i forgot his name he has martin scorcese vibes said revan was a paragon of the jedi so what im getting is that all jedi gifted kids turn evil
even if i didnt know revan as a tumblr darling id KNOW revan has to be alive somewhere they way everyone talks abt them is too cool for a character who exploded and died. i think. i hope. I PAID ÂŁ1.19 TO MEET REVAN
'only you and bastila can stop malak' seriously????? just us two?? ive been a jedi for like, 6 minutes and you guys keep calling bastila young???? do you guys not wanna help??
omg im getting carth to traumadump! <3
HE WAS ON REVAN'S ARMY>??
i totally knew the jedi code and did not have to google it whatsoever
they rlly said fuck going to illum heres a crystal from the bin
he told me id be a great sentinel and i was like i know but i want blue cause i dont wanna be matchies with bastila
OGH!!! I HAVE A LIGHTSABER!!!! THIS IS GAME OF THE YEAR!!!!
omg i made my lightsaber perfectlyyy which is rare <3 getting a good grade in jedi
maybe i was a travelling lightsaber salesman before my amnesia
seriously though WHO was i everyone's kinda stopped acting like i have amnesia since the first mission BUT IVE PLAYED DRAGON AGE THAT GIVES YOU OPPORTUNITIES TO RP UR PAST. THIS DOESNT. EITHER THIS GAME IS BAD (but i love it so its not) OR I HAVE RETROGRADE AMNESIA
also everyone keeps being like "Oh ur force juju is so strong" AND NOBODY FOUND ME TIL NOW??? suspicious. did getting a really bad concussion activate the force in me
im too confused and amnesiac'd to think abt anything except the fact i have a glowing stick now
FSESH FIVE:
big fan of using aliens to avoid having to get VAs to read every line
oh so carth's boyfriend saul betrayed him and became leader of the sith fleet so he has trust issues
well he needs to calm down. i can't betray him cause i dont know what the fuck is happening
yooo i love the design differences on the mandalorians
oh my god this lady wanted to fuck her droid cause it was her husband's. and then it killed itself. wtf. game of the year tho
wtf they jebaited this juhani person into going dark side but then i talked her out of it. that seems a bit mean of them
i hope she can join my party she looks too unique to be a random npc
ive been thinking and I might be going crazy but there was a loading screen tip ages ago that said jedis could wipe ppl's mind and all i thought at the time was 'fuck the shitshow acolyte didnt make that up'. but what if one of them wiped MY memory and i used to be a jedi or smthn ????????
cause they keep being like ur weirdly good at this??? did bastila steal my memories??????????
I KNOW I HAVE AMNESIA!! EVEN IF EVERYONE DOESN'T BRING IT UP BC THEYRE PROBABLY TRYING TO SAVE MY FEELINGS
if i dont have amnesia and im just deeping the fact the opening had my life being mansplained then im gonna look real stupid
anyway time 2 go to the fuckshit ruins cave where r-dog and malak went to
"it must be referring to revan. the dark lord and malak--" revan's pronouns are revan/thedarklord
bastila said theres no mention of the Builders in the archives. does she just know every text off by heart
THIS DROID IS 20K YEARS OLD ???
omg i can equip 2 lightsabers at once. game of the year
OK I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID ABOUT THE AMNESIA BASTILA IS ASKING ME QUESTIONS ABOUT MY BACKGROUND THAT I CAN ANSWER. I REPEAT I DO NOT HAVE AMNESIA
ok i didnt get choices and i didnt really uh⌠say anything that i didnt already get told im still not ruling out amnesia
also booo i didnt get to find out how old i was
master tortimer rlly looks like the ultimate ketamine yoda
LMAO THERE WAS A DIALOGUE OPTION 2 CALL JUHANI A CATGIRL
omg kashyyk from jedi fallen order!!!
I CAN UPGRADE MY LIGHTSABER THIS IS JUST LIKE JFO
omg this ship is fun i wish everyone had personalised bunk spaces like hfw⌠a game which came out 19 years after this i should probably just take what we have
im gonna start w manaan cause im p sure thats what B-dog said n its the same language the droid was speakin
omg hyperspace from star wars
THE GUY THE BUILDING FELL ON???
am i having dreams abt revan bc bastila killed revan and im connected to her this is so roundabout
maybe i'd sleep better if my ponytail wasnt clipping into the pillow
[kiwi accent] six
carth needs a xanax every time i think we're friends he stops trusting me
also lmao he actually pointed out how wild it was that a day one padawan is being sent on this uber important mission and HES RIGHT IT IS WEIRD!! i thought it was main character logic but he's calling it out
i really really like the sense of unease that's setting in like at first i thought it was just cause im not used to 2003 games but no this is on purpose bc carth my friend carth keeps calling it out
THERE IS A CHILD ON MY SHIP ??????????????????
lmao the representative for menaan is roland wann. its like poetry it rhymes
there are no cameras in the sith hangar <3 rookie error i can commit crimes now
bastila's favourite hobby is getting shot and walking into my grenades
this isnt a combat system this is a missing system
I GOT ARRESTED???? IM JUST A GIRL
nvm i had a datapad that said the sith were evil so theyve let me go free and we're besties
why do i feel like ive just walked into an underwater horror mission
this suit waddles at the speed of a penguin on fentanyl
i tamed the beastie this is like how to train your dragon
MALAK FIRED ON REVAN?????? WERENT THEY BEST FRIENDS???????
but maybe revan escaped when bastila wasnt looking THEYRE FINE THEYRE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE. I BELIEVE
so hopefully when we run into revan they'll be like agh i changed my ways cause of the being shot thing and they'll be my bestie
great news i successfully communicated w the ship child and gave her back to dantooine. my girl has shockingly good linguisitics skills
bastila is so dour "oh watch out for the dark side" GIRL I AM. I NEED TO GET THE BEST GRADE IN GAME MORALITY
ok OFF TO KASHYYK i hope cal kestis is there⌠thru the force i guess⌠bc he wont be born for another 4000 years but its whatever
omg you'll never guess what. another vision. wow its one of the thangs. cool this is a tomorrow me problem
#how long to beat says it's abt 29 hours so this is roughly a third (??) of the game???#talk is cheap#kotor#swkotor#knights of the old republic
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Having the whole plot between Nico and Percy be resolved simply with âYouâre not my typeâ in Blood of Olympus was such a huge disservice to both characters
They are pivotal parts to each others journey. No person in PJO influenced Nico as much as Percy did, aside from Bianca, and no person represents Percyâs guilt and the responsibility he had to shoulder more than Nico does. The writing for both characters really suffers through this lack of a real satisfying resolution.
First to talk about what Percy represents for Nico:
Percy, first of all, represents Nicoâs introduction to the mythological world
He is the first demigod Nico ever came in contact with
He saved him and Bianca from the manticore (somewhat)
Nico stated in Blood of Olympus than Percy had reminded of the heroes of his mythomagic game come to life
Nico wholeheartedly believed that Bianca would be safe, if Percy was with her and created this image of the perfect hero in his mind, putting Percy on a pedestal
2.
In Nicoâs mind Percy is irrevocably intertwined with Bianca and everything that happened to her
Despite Nico naively believing, that Bianca would be safe if Percy were around, he was instead the last person to ever talk to her, and present when she died
Percy informed Nico of her death (Dead silence. I stared at Chiron. I couldnât believe nobody had told him yet. Then I realized why. Theyâd been waiting for us to appear, to tell Nico in person, Titanâs curse)
Nico turned him into the scapegoat for her death, so that he could let all his grief and anger and bitterness out on him
Bianca sent Iris-messages to Percy, so that he would find and help Nico (âPercy has been worried about you, Nico. He can help. I let him see what you were up to, hoping he would find you.â, Battle of the Labyrinth)
Her ghost only appeared to Nico when Percy was with him
Percy is the only person Nico knows of, who also grieved for Bianca (âBianca,â I said. My voice was thick. Iâd felt guilty about her death for a long time but seeing her in front of me was five times as bad, like her death was fresh and new. I remembered searching through the wreckage of the giant bronze warrior sheâd sacrificed her life to defeat, and not finding any sign of her. âIâm so sorry,â I said. Battle of the Labyrinth)
3.
Percy is the person who protected and cared for Nico more than anyone else in pjo
Tried to convince Bianca to think more deeply about her decision of joining the hunters, especially thinking of him (âBiance, this is crazy,â I said. âWhat about your brother? Nico canât be a hunter.â (Titanâs curse)
Searched the woods in the dark for hours after he had disappeared (Annabeth and Grover helped me search the woods for hours, but there was no sign of Nico di Angelo.)
Didnât tell Chiron about Nicoâs parentage to protect him from the Gods. (I don't think Nico understands who he is. But we can't go telling anyone. Not even Chiron. If the Olympians find outâ") Titanâs curse)
Decided to completely commit to the prophecy, solely so Nico didnât have to bear that burden and go trough any more suffering(It was the last thing I wanted, but I didn't say that. I knew I had to step up and claim it. "I can't let Nico be in any more danger," I said. "I owe that much to his sister. I⌠let them both down. I'm not going to let that poor kid suffer any more." ) Titanâs curse)
Searched for Nico in the months after Titanâs Curse (Now, six months later, I hadnât even come close to finding him. It left a bitter taste in my mouth. Battle of the labyrinth, chapter 3))
Saved his life on Geryonâs farm. (âEither way, you get my friends,â I said. âBut, if I succeed, youâve got to let all of us go, including Nico.â)
Always offered Nico a place at camp half-blood to the best of his abilities (âWe missed you at dinner,â I said. âYou couldâve sat with me.ââNo.ââNico, you canât miss every meal. If you donât want to stay with Hermes, maybe they can make an exception and put you in the big house. Theyâve got plenty of room.â, Battle of the Labyrinth)
Invited him to join him on his birthday (âIs that⌠is that blue birthday cake?âHe sounded hungry, maybe a little wistful. I wondered if the poor kid had ever had a birthday party, or if heâd ever been invited to one. âCome inside for cake and ice cream,â I said. âIt sounds like weâve got a lot to talk about.â, Battle of the Labyrinth)
Reminded him that he was still a child (I smiled. âMaybe itâs okay to still be a kid once in a while.â I tossed him the statue, Battle of the Labyrinth)
Helped him to get the sword of hades back to impress his father (Then I looked at Nico. Unfortunately, I recognised the expression on his face. I knew what it was like wanting to make your dad proud, even if your dad was hard to love., Sword of hades)
Acknowledged everything Nico did in The last Olympian and is one of the main reasons why Hades has a cabin at camp. ( âBut your children should not be left out. They should have a cabin at camp. Nico has proven that.â)
4.
Percy was Nicoâs first, and after Will, his biggest love
Nico had feelings for Percy, which didnât leave him for around 2 1/2 years, and accompanied him throughout the most challenging parts of his life.Â
Feelings, which were so deep, the god of love personally acknowledged them.
Favonius even called Percy, the person Nico cares about most in House of Hades.
This was more than just a mere crush
Percy is so completely intertwined with most aspects of Nicoâs character arc, in both PJO and Hoo, be it his feeling of ostracism, his relationship to Bianca or him coming to term with his own sexuality, that them not having a final interaction, makes his writing feel shallow and unfinished. Especially Nico coming to terms with his crush on Percy opens up the opportunity for a really heartwarming conversation and a moment of character growth and maturity for both of them, instead of it being wasted on one throw-away line.
And itâs the same the other way around. Nico is also a huge part of Percyâs journey.
He especially represents Percyâs biggest failure.
The first five Percy Jackson books are characterized by Percy having to take up responsibility and him being afraid of not being able to fulfill them. Be it responsibility for camp, the world, Biancaâs death, the prophecy, his friends, teh unclaimed demigods, or everything else. Most of the time, Percy was able to make sure everything turned out fine. He saved camp, he saved Olympus, he finished his quests, made the right decision for the prophecy, and he made the gods swear upon teh styx. But thereâs one exception. And that is Nico.
Percy did everything in his power to make sure Nico would be spared any more hardships. He took up the burden of the prophecy, explicitly, so that Nico doesnât have to go through any more hardships
He searched for him after Titanâs curse, kept his identity a secret and even risked himself, Annabeth, Grover and Tyson dying if it meant saving Nico
Still, Nico is one of the characters, if not the character, who has suffered the most in PJO and Hoo, even partly because of Percy (though, of course, Nico having a crush on him was not Percyâs fault at all)
He lived alone at 11 years old on the streets and in the labyrinth, while getting manipulated by an ancient evil spirit
He was isolated and ostracized at camp half-blood
He experienced the horrors of Tartarus completely on his own
He got captured by the giants and slowly suffocated to death in a small jar
He had to deal with internalized homophobia and his complicated feelings regarding Percy
He has been a vital part of two wars at only 15 years old
Had to admit his crush involuntarily in front of Jason, etc. Â
One of the things Percy battles with in Heroes of Olympus is this overwhelming sense of guilt. He blames himself for almost everything that went wrong over the last few years. Be it for Iapetus, Calypso, or especially Nico. Having Percy acknowledge this complicated relationship he has with him during House of Hades, but not allowing the two of them to talk it out is genuinely baffling to me, and one of the (albeit many) reasons why I really donât like most of Percyâs writing during Heroes of Olympus, despite the fact that he is my favourite character by far. This could have led to a moment of character growth, where Nico helps Percy to aknowledge that he feels guilty for things he had little to no control over, while Nico himself realizes how important he actually is to Percy.
They are also so similar in terms of who they are and what theyâve been through, that even if you ignore their history with each other, it seems insane, that they didnât interact in any meaningful way: Â
Both were ostracized at camp half-blood because of their parentage, and so far are the only two half-bloods we know of with that experience
They are (together with Hazel) the most powerful demigods in the Riordan verse, and have feats which far surpass anyone elseâs
Both are in some way afraid of their powers
Both went through Tartarus
Both have relatively similar relationships to their godly parents
Both have gone through immense trauma and loss
And if you read heroes of Olympus, it actually very much seems to build towards a final resolution of their relationship
Percy and Nico were, aside from Frank, the two people closest to Hazel; both saw her as a little sister, and Hazel treated them both like her brothers
Nico was the first person Percy met from his old life
Percy was the one, who received the visions of Nico being captured
From everyone present, Percy trusted Nico to lead the others to Greece in his moment of greatest desperation
They both had introspections about the other in house of Hades, Nico having to deal with his crush and Percy with his guilt in Tartarus
But, in the end, after they met again, nothing happened. The only scene we really got was the âYouâre not my typeâ line and Percy being surprised by it for a couple seconds. Thatâs it.
We saw no meaningful conversation between the two of them, no acknowledgement of what theyâve been through together, no lasting feelings. Nothing.
In regards to their relationship, Percy acknowledging everything that Nico has been through led to nothing. Nico acknowledging his feelings for Percy and finally letting go of this pedestal he had placed him on led to nothing. You could argue that their entire relationship, which has been built up since Titanâs curse led to nothing. And considering that they are so important characters for each of their character arcs, their characterization very much suffers from this writing decision.
The two of them, together with Hazel, are my three favourite Riordan verse characters by a long shot, but some very important aspects of both of their characters fall so flat to me through this lack of a satisfying resolution.
 Both of them deserved so much better. Â
They are the friendship with the most missed potential in the entirety of the Riordan verse and probably the most fleshed out and nuanced relationship Rick ever wrote.
R.I.P. Â Nico di Angelo, and Percy Jackson, you will always be brothers in my mind.
#rant is over#I could talk essays about their relationship i fear#thank god ao3 exists#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#rick riordan#pjo hoo#percy jackon and the olympians#rr crit#hoo crit#nico di angelo#house fo hades#blood of olympus#the brother who never were#my roman empire
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What Arcane characters would gift you for Christmas!
Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce
(Semi crack Drabble⌠sorry for going super long with Viktorâs and Jayceâs HCs. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH)
(Jayce is Hispanic in my hc :3)
ENJOY AND HAVE FUN LOVE YALL<3
Not proofread
JINX
Hear me out⌠the first thing she would plan to gift you are decorated safety googles.
As a matter of fact everything she gifts you is handmade!
She knows you love to spend time with her when sheâs in her workshop and the extra spare of googles she had were pretty crappyâŚ
âUgh, these old things? Pfft, they look like theyâve been through a freakinâ explosion⌠oh wait, they probably have! We gotta get you a new pair soon toots!â
Theyâd be totally decked out! Lots of character as she calls it.
âOkay toots check it out! Maximum protection but most importantly! They got style!â
The googles themselves would be in her classic style, very colorful paint, cute little heart scribbles all around! And of course lots of glitterâŚ.
â"I mean, you've got to stay safe while causing mayhem, right? And hey, if we're blowing stuff up together, you'll definitely need these. Plus, I made them perfectly for you. No one else will have goggles like these... trust me!"
I totally see her adding little handmade jewelry from her gears and spare parts, would totally make you a belt or choker out of spare bullets.
Vi
She would totally panic on what to get you for Christmas. Like what if you suddenly hate the thing youâve loved since the very beginning sheâs known you???
Would end up both buying and making you something!
Sheâs make you something small but meaningful
âOkay Okay fine! You can open mine now. Just donât laugh too hard CupcakeâŚâ
Youâd open the poorly wrapped gift to uncover a bright pink scarf she knitted you! The stitching is a mess.. there a holeâs through the project (no doubt a missed stitch) but in all honesty it so cute you feel like your heart might explode.
"Yeah, I know I'm not, uh, the best at this kind of thing," she mutters, scratching the back of her neck, "but I figured you could use something to keep warm... and, you know, 'cause it's winter. And... you're important to me."
Guys please tell her she did an amazing job PLEASE.
She would also totally buy you a pair of combat boots! Totally saved up for months in advance.
She loves the idea of being able to match and have a bit of her style on you!
Ekko
Just like Jinx (sobs) heâd also make something for you!
The first thing heâd give you would be a little sketch book full of drawings of you from random moments throughout your relationship he remembers oh so clearly.
"I've been working on it for a while... It's... it's just a bunch of drawings. I mean, not just anything. Stuff that made me think of you. Stuff we've done, or things I hope we do. I don't know, it just felt like the best way to show how I feel about... well, us."
Okay he would also totally make you matching jewelry (matching clock hand necklaces?)
Youâd force him to take the hour hand since itâs shorter (heheheh little man)
Once you explain your reasoning as to why he should take the smaller one he sighs disappointedlyâŚ
"Okay, okay, I get it," he finally says, a little less playful now, his voice softening. "I guess if you want me to wear it, I can..."
Then, a grin creeps back onto his face as he adds, "But don't think I'm letting you off the hook with the minute hand. You're wearing that one for sure." He places the hour hand necklace around his neck, the smaller pendant resting there, and looks up at you with that mischievous gleam in his eye.
He pauses, holding up his necklace, "I'm still the one with the bigger job. You'll just have to keep up." A proud smug smirk now rests on his face.
Viktor
FUCK WHERE DO I BEGIN I LOVE THIS MAN
o k a y. He would just like Vi panic⌠not because he doesnât know what to get you but because he totally is going Christmas shopping late⌠very very late.
As much as I would love to say heâd make some little invention to make your day easier and give it to you for Christmas I donât see it happening.
Not because he wouldnât do it but because he already does it all the time! A little example, youâre late for work often? A little robot that hits you with a plastic squishy hammer every morning at 7 am waking you up when he canât!
Heâd definitely want to make Christmas special, I see him buying you something and then doing something special for you too!
Christmas morning would be greeted with warm hugs and kisses along with an even warmer bowl of potato soup!
He wanted to make sure he perfected his motherâs BramboraÄka recipe. It was a once a year meal him and his mother shared every Christmas day.
Heâs not a good cook by any means⌠but this is the one dish he can make and oh boy can he make it.
"Don't expect perfection," he says with a small, self-conscious smile, as you catch him sneaking a taste of the soup. Viktor looks up, his gaze softening. "I hope you like it," he says, and despite his usual perfectionism, there's a quiet pride in his voice. You take a sip, and the rich flavors of mushrooms, potatoes, and herbs immediately comfort you, just like his mother's love must've comforted him all those years ago.
OKAY for the making gift he planned I see him commissioning something due to the fact a lot of his inventions lack aesthetics.
Specifically I see him commissioning a music box that functions as a a jewelry box as well! He would have loved to make it himself but he was worried he wouldnât have gotten the look right.
"Do you like it?" he asks, his voice softer than usual, as if he's worried about the reception. "I had it made... I thought... it might remind you of us."
The detail was breathtaking-floral patterns etched into the surface, with tiny gears and delicate metalwork accenting the edges. The craftsmanship was stunning, and you couldn't help but run your fingers over the smooth finish.
you lifted the lid, and a gentle, lilting melody began to play. It was slow and sweet, a tune that felt timeless, and as you stared at the tiny figurines inside, your breath caught.
His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his cane, his gaze flicking between you and the music box. "I commissioned it," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "I had the craftsman use a sketch I made. It's how I see us... in my mind. How I feel when I hold you." He paused, his expression softening. "I thought... I thought you deserved something that would remind you of that. Of... how much you mean to me."
Jayce
Oh hon⌠Jayce would spoil you rotten.
Iâm talking presents are overflowing underneath the tree.
You thought you lost your favorite piece of clothing? WRONG! He commissioned for more to be made in different colors and textures for you.
All the fragrances in the world he knew you would enjoy.
Cozy adorable pajamas we would give you Christmas morning so you could cuddle up drinking hot chocolate.
Spends Christmas Eve spoiling you and cuddling and being so tooth rottenly sweet.
Itâs Christmas Eve, the scene was almost overwhelming. The living room looked like a perfectly curated holiday catalog-twinkling lights, a roaring fireplace, and, of course, an absurd number of gifts. Jayce sat cross-legged beside the tree, an excited grin lighting up his face as he handed you the first box. He had merely grinned, sheepish yet unrepentant. "What can I say? I got carried away?.â
"Open this one first," he urged, nearly vibrating with excitement. Inside was a bottle of an exquisite fragrance, the glass etched with delicate, swirling designs. It smelled divine-rich, warm, and entirely you.
"I figured you'd like that," he said eyes carefully watching everyone expression you make. You swear if he had a tail it would be swishing uncontrollably right now.
Christmas Day would be you spending Christmas day at his motherâs house!
(Listen Iâm hc them as hispanic because for one HIS MOMS NAME HIS XIMENA⌠and two because why not :3 )
You have a great relationship with his Mother, she absolutely adores you and sees you as her daughter.
Thereâs lots of yummy food sheâs prepared⌠perhaps too much for just 3 people?
Nonetheless, a pot of pozole, tamales de puerco and de dulce! And of course she made jayceâs favorite choco flan!
God she urges to to eat until you nearly pop! You have to undo your belt by the end of the nightâŚ
"Come, sit!" his mom insisted, pulling out a chair for you. "Jayce told me you've never had my tamales. That's a crime! Here, start with this." She placed one on your plate, her eyes twinkling.
Jayce sat beside you, his grin widening as you took your first bite. "Good, right?" he asked, nudging you playfully.
You could only nod, savoring the perfectly seasoned masa and tender filling.
Later in the evening, when everyone was too full to move, Jayce leaned over and slipped his hand into yours. His eyes were soft, his voice low as he said, "I'm glad you're here. Thisâ" he gestured to the lively scene around you, "âfeels perfect with you."
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i know we just met, but i love you
synopsis: love at first sight with the tokyo revengers men.
characters: manjiro 'mikey' sano, takashi mitsuya, chifuyu matsuno
genre: fluff
warnings: none (i think...?)
masterlist.
manjiro 'mikey' sano
"ken-chinnnn" the leader of the toman whined at his taller friend. draken rolled his eyes in response, "no mikey, drop it."
"come onnnn-" the said man pouted exaggeratedly, "what did i do wrong?"
"nothing." the delinquent replied taking his wallet out of the pocket of his jacket, "you just don't need to eat twenty-five taiyaki."
"sorry to bother you but there are a lot of people who are waiting take their orders so if you could-" daiki, as it was written on his name tag, tried to cut them off from behind the counter.
for the past ten minutes, the two delinquents were arguing about their order. draken wanted to buy mikey five taiyaki, while mikey wanted his friend to buy him twenty-five of them.
draken turned his head to the cashier, "yeah, so five taiyaki and-"
"twenty-five taiyaki." "damn you-"
"hurry up! unlike other people, some of us have important things to do!" a customer yelled from the back of the line.
manjiro snapped his head to the back of the line, narrowing his eyes at the older man who had just yelled at him. "see now you're making people angry, mikey. 'm not gonna spend ÂĽ5,272 on snacks."
"i need to eat a lot if i want to be taller!"
"for the last time. you won't get taller! you are at your maximum height!"
"alright! i'm not going through this again." a soft voice cut both of them before they could start the same argument they had 2 minutes ago. "daiki, i'll pay for their order- just make his goddamn snacks, please."
when manjiro turned to look at the person who 'saved his life', he felt like he has just died and miraculously came back to life as he made eye contact with you.
you were... pretty.
his eyes were set on you, taking in every single detail he could as if he was scared to forget how you look the second he'll look away.
"thank you, but that's not necessary!" draken politely thanked you as you grabbed your fidelity card of the small shop.
"don't worry about it! after all, those fidelity points have to be used for something." you waved him off, looking back at daiki, "could you also add my regular oder with that, please daiki?"
"o-of course, (y/n)!" the young worker quickly tapped your oder in the computer, a red hue covering his cheeks when you smiled at him.
"mikey, what do you say?" draken looked at his friend, hinting him to thank you, but his words fell into deaf ears as mikey kept looking at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky.
"mikey?" He nudged the said man's shoulder trying to snap him out of his thoughts, only to be ignored once more.
the tall blond dropped the smile as he turned to his friend hitting the side of his head, finally snapping him out of his thoughts, "mikey!"
"um? what?" mikey barely glanced at draken when he responded, his heartbeat increasing when you looked back at him with your receipt in hand.
"i said, what do you say to the girl who just bought you your snacks?" he replied, glancing between the two of you clearly wondering why his friend was acting weird all of the sudden.
"marry me."
ken ryuguji never whipped his head to look at his friend so fast in his life. What the hell did he just said?!
you felt your face warm up at his words, chuckling as you walk past him, placing your hand on his shoulder, "do you ask every girl who buys you snacks to marry you?"
manjiro felt like he was in heaven when you stood closer to him. how can someone be so pretty and be so nice and smell so good and be so pretty at the same time.
"what?" toman's leader came back down to earth when you handed him the box filled of taiyaki. "did i say that out loud?" manjiro mumbled, frowning to himself. before looking back at you, just to see you making your way outside. "hey- wait!"
he tossed the snacks at draken jogging to meet you outside of the shop. "w-wait!"
you turned to look at him, the soft summer breeze sweating through your hair, leaving your face completely out in the open, "yes?"
"you're (y/n), right?" he asked remembering how the cashier called you when you were ordering, "i'm mikey..." he wanted to say something else but the words got caught in his throat when you smiled at him.
"nice to meet you, mikey" you replied before your eyes drifted behind him to the small group of guys that were looking at the two of you intensely, the 'ken-chin' guy from earlier standing with them. "i think your friends are waiting for you"
manjiro glanced back to see his best friends looking at them with knowing looks on their faces, "never mind them- this is- you are more important."
you looked away from him, his intense eye contact making your face feel warm, "you really know how to talk to girls you know?"
"thank you for earlier... the snacks and all..."
"that was 2 months worth of fidelity points- you better eat every single one of those taiyaki" you playfully warned the gang leader.
"don't worry about that..!" mikey replied knowing damn well that he will inhale those snacks. "can i walk you home? it's going to get dark soon- wouldn't want my wife to get attacked or something!"
wife?!
you suppress a smile at his words, "of course, wouldn't want it to get dark at 2 pm, and then get attacked by who knows what next to a bakery."
"exactly! let's go, wifey!"
takashi mitsuya
"what did you say you're brother's name was?" you asked the crying girl in front of you.
"...t- taka-shi" the small girl sobbed in your shoulder as you gently patted her head.
"alright and what's your name?" you gently asked as you scanned the area trying to find someone who looked like they had just lost their child.
"i- i- i'm mana"
"you have a really pretty name, you know?" you smiled fondly at the girl as you whipped the tears of her face with your thumbs.
"really?"
"heck yeah! it's a badass name!" you felt relief wash over you when you saw a smile spread across the kid's face, "i'm (y/n) and i'm gonna help you find your brother alright?"
"thank you..." she mumbled quietly.
"you're going to hop on my shoulders and tell me when you see your brother okay?" the girl looked up at you with stars in her eyes, you pulled mana on your shoulder, her small hands on your head.
you walked for a good 15 minutes before mana tapped your head with on hand while the other pointed toward an unknown man in the crowd of person, "they're there! that's draken!"
draken? wasn't her brother's name takashi? you wondered as you put mana to the ground your hand grabbing hers just in case she got lost again.
"mana!" a little girl's voice called out as you arrived next to the very tall guy with a dragon tattoo on his head. the small girl that looked very similar to mana hugged tightly the younger girl.
"mitsuya! ' found her" the tall guy called out for someone else behind him. the 'mitsuya' guy appeared from behind the 'draken' guy not long after he called out from him. the purple haired teen practically attacked his sister with a hug, sighing in relief.
"don't ever do that again, mana." he gently scaled his younger sister, "you could've gotten lost and we would've been really sad, al-?"
"it's fine! (y/n) helped me find you!" she pointed her finger at her. mitsuya ruffled his sister's hair, before straightening up to thank the person that help his mini-him, "thank you so mu..."
he felt like the world had stopped moving. like it was only the two of them in the middle of the festival. takashi mitsuya was in a trance. he was simply mesmerized by the sight of you.
"it's no problem, really! " you softly smiled at him, "your sister is a real angel-"
anything else you said after wasn't even registered but the delinquent in front of you. he was usually so good at this- talking to people was what he did best so... why couldn't he utter a single word for you.
his cheeks were red, his palm were sweaty, why was he anxious?- he was hanging on everything you did. even if he felt like he had forgotten how to speak, your voice felt like melody to his ears.
he snapped out of his trance when someone nudge his shoulder. mitsuya glanced at draken beside him, suddenly remembering that they weren't alone and that you were talking to him.
you looked at him with a puzzled look, "are you alright?
your question made him overthink about everything that happened in the last 2 minutes of your meeting. Did he look like a creep?
"i- i- great."
the hell was that takashi? he cursed himself.
darken cleared his throat, holding back his laugh. he brought his fist to his mouth faking coughs as he muttered a small, "real smooth, mitsuya".
you chuckled at his friend's comment, making mitsuya straighten up, you pulled out your hand for him to shake.
"let's start over, alright? i'm (y/n)... you're takashi right?"
draken stepped up clearly expecting his friend to be to lost in space to answer you, "he prefers mitsuya-"
"takashi's fine!" the said man interjected, as he quickly grabbed your hand to shake it, sending one of his pretty smile in your direction.
"i-"
"are you going to marry my brother?" he couldn't catch a break could he? luna asked you with big eyes.
you chuckled softly at her words, "how about this... i will give my number to your brother. then we'll go out to eat something to talk about marriage alright?"
"yes!" the girl tightly hugged your leg as you said that.
"does that sound like a plan to you, takashi?" yes!
mitsuya hurriedly started to look in his pocket for a pen, when draken pulled one out of his pocket with a piece of paper and handed it to the purple haired boy, "there you go, casanova"
takashi handed you the paper and the pen, before you wrote your name with your phone number on it.
"see y'a soon, taka! bye, mana don't get lost again alright?"
as soon as you were out of sight takashi turned to draken with a stern look, "not a word about this, alright?"
"you're crazy!" draken crackled putting his hand in his pocket, "i'm going to tell everyone!"
"draken!"
"as your wingman i feel like it's my responsibility-"
"no it is not!"
chifuyu matsuno
"hurry up, chifuyu!" takemichi yelled at his friend. they couldn't be late. not for that.
"how come you are slow as hell during a fight, yet you sprint your life on a sunday at 8 am?" the blond joked as he calmly walked behind takemichi with not a care in the world.
"come on! we're gonna be late!" he repeated hurriedly before stopping abruptly while looking around him.
"late to what?" chifuyu yawned, before looking at his friend, who stood there looking around, up and down as if his brain had finally snapped, "you alright?"
"alright stand here and don't move." takemichi moved the delinquent around so that he would stand in the middle of a park- an empty park.
"did you finally snapped or...?" he asked when the time traveler started to back away from him, "are you going to kill me? is this really how it's gonna end-"
"watch out!"
a voice yelled, but it was too late.
a ball directly hit his face, knocking chifuyu to the dirty ground, his eyes closing due to the shock.
it took him a couple of seconds before finally opening his eyes again, only to realize that he was in heaven. the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life held his head in her hands, her index and middle finger pressed against the front of his neck just below his jaw- making sure that his heart was still beating.
"oh- thank god! you're not dead!"
"are you an angel?" chifuyu mumbled placing his hand on top of yours- making sure you were real, "am i in heaven?"
you let a breathy chuckle at his words, "you're cute- but no you're not dead... i kicked a ball in your face- unintentionally of course!"
his eyes finally focused on you, remembering what had happened. he blinked a couple of time, his eyes scanning your face- a pretty girl's face... so close to his face with her hands on his face and his hands on her hand-
what?!
chifuyu's face became as red a tomato straitening his posture to apologize for touching you without your authorization, "i'm so sorry-"
his head came in contact with your head, making you pull back immediately from the blond. "ow! i told you i didn't do it on purpose!" you groan holding your head with your hands.
chifuyu gasped in horror at his own clumsiness as he placed a hand on the back of your head. hopping that the coldness of it would help you a little, "i'm sorry! i swear i didn't mean it! please hit me again so that we're even!"
...what? now why would he say that?
"what? what's wrong with you?! do you get turn on by getting hit or something?!"
chifuyu panically looked around to search takemichi so that he could help him. when he finally spotted him, hiding behind the swings, the time traveler was smiling proudly with his two thumbs up in the air.
his action making him recall a conversation the two of them had a couple of weeks earlier.
"so... am i married in the future?" chifuyu asked takemichi as he bit down the sandwich he made himself for lunch.
takemichi raised his brows at the question, "yeah-"
"really?!" the blond gasped, with heart in his eyes, "do i know her?! no wait- that'll ruin the surprise- is she pretty?! no wait- of course she's pretty you idiot!"
the time traveler chuckled at his friend's words, rubbing the back of his neck, "do you want me to tell you how you met?"
"no! it has to be a surprise!" chifuyu refused, "wait am i going to meet her soon? is that why you said that?! takemichi?! answer!"
"nah- like you said it has to be a surprise~"
"takemichi!"
"if it makes you feel better- you embarrassed yourself in front of her"
"how would that make me feel better?!"
that sneaky bastard.
"i'm sorry! i don't know how to talk to pretty girls..." chifuyu mumbled looking to the ground, but his face snapped back at you when he realize what he had just say, your eyes round at his words, "i- i mean not that don't know how to talk you! wait- not that you're not pretty! you are pretty- beautiful even! but that is not the point! i don't need you to hit me! just please don't think i hurt you on purpose- i don't hit pretty girls! no wait- i don't hit girls at all! but you being beautifully-pretty is just a plus you know! an-"
you smacked your hand on his mouth, stopping his rambling, the butterflies in your stomach flying way to much due to his words. "please stop-! you're too cute..."
takemichi titled his head at the scene in front of him, clearly not remembering that part of the story your older self told him in the future about how chifuyu and her had met-
but... mission failed successfully... i guess?
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Want simple tips to heavily improve your skills with character voice??
(đNote: character voice is the way you convey your character's personality though their pov or dialogue when you write. No two characters speak the sameđ)
I speak from experience when I say character voice is hard to get right. Characters, like people, have lots of layers that affect the way they see the world around them and how they interact with other characters. That's why character voice is so important in stories, and why if you write it in a compelling and effective way it will hook people into your story. I hope you learn something new in this post!!
When writing character voice, there's a list of things that you should take into account:
Where are they from? Their past and what they've lived plays a huge part in character voice. Maybe your character grew by the ocean, and so they compare things from the present to the beach, the rocks or the sea itself. You will rarely read about a sailor that is an expert in pants and compares scents to flowers. They might, instead, talk about how a house smells like the wet wood of a ship.
Think about how their personality shapes their language. If they are insecure, they might end most of their sentences with "isn't it?" or "right?" and ask a lot of questions, whereas if you have a confident character, you might find them saying things like "we should do this" or "that will be fun" instead.
What their "lense" is. This is more of an ethic aspect of the character. What have they learn it's okay, and what do they find uncomfortable? Would they find it gross if their friend left laundry on the floor?
Give them special traits (both for dialogue and narration). Maybe character A quotes a lot when they narrate and uses long paragraphs, or maybe B speaks about their past a lot and uses popular sayings. Personally, one character of mine has the tendency to repeat himself when he speaks, as in "yeah, yeah, I'll do it" or "no, no, no. Never" because he is really enthusiastic, and it fits really well with his character.
Pay attention to how they would talk about themselves. Maybe your character doesn't like people to know they're sad because it makes them feel vulnerable, so they will just say they feel annoyed or don't want to talk in that moment. This also means that they will not tell the reader something they are not comfortable saying in the first place.
How is their education? Education is also very important in this context. Did they went to university and have a rich vocabulary and structured sentences, or where they rised in a little farm far from town? You can also play with both a bit: maybe your character did go to university, but maybe they also came from a low income family, and characteristic of both things merge when they talk. Example: long, structured, sentences but a simple and sight forward vocabulary.
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â in which you and your fuck buddy pretend to date, which totally wonât lead to feelings at all, right?
content / warnings. toxic college settings. explicit smut. MINORS DNI. choking. exhibitionism. fingering. making out. masturbation. voyeurism. toxic characters. reverse cowgirl riding. implied dub-con. friends with benefits. fake dating. unedited.
dedicated to @kyriaan
The sixth beep of your phone that cursed morning had you shuffling around your bag for the device, fishing it out and muting it with exasperation. To no oneâs surprise, he was the sole topic again. Oikawa this and Oikawa that â how heâd be such a great boyfriend to you and your friends could also go on dates with his equally charismatic friends; you were tired of hearing the same thing over and over again.
âFunny seeing you here,â a bored voice drawled out, the scraping of a chair against the floor snapping you to your senses. âNever in my whole life did I imagine Iâd find you hiding in a library of all places â are you reading Freud? His theories are shit. Theyâre not even scientifically proven.â
You raised a brow at Suna Rintaro, your not-so friend friend.
You and Rintaro had a strict friends with benefits relationship.
It started with meeting at a party once when you needed a release from the stress of finals, you made out on the crowded dance floor and found yourselves tangled in the sheets with barely any memory of the night before. The rest was history. Soon, you ran into him more often than youâd expected, and it wasnât long before you added his name into speed dial.
Funnily enough, you werenât that close to him.
You either knew everything about him or knew little to nothing. Most of the time you spent with Rintaro would be when you two were drunk out of your minds, bodies too occupied with moving against one another that âgetting to know each otherâ had never been a thing.
For some reason, however, Rintaro was someone you could trust with your whole heart. You just wouldnât date him because you werenât looking for a relationship, and neither was he.
Both of you loved the arrangement you had now.
âWhy do you know so much about Freud? I just randomly picked up this book.â
Rintaro shrugged, ââHooked up with a girl in Psychology once; she was pretty hot, but youâre still my favourite,â winking, he chewed on his gum before snatching the book away from you.
A protest nearly fell from your mouth when a mop of wavy, dark hair sauntered inside the library, taking long, confident strides as he chatted with Iwaizumi. Eyes widening, you ducked your head behind Suna, desperately clutching the hoodie clad on his stiff back.
Rintaro glanced downwards at you, âYouâre hiding like you murdered somebodyâs pet. Should I be worried or should I help you in hiding someoneâs body?â
âLiterally shut up. Oikawa is right there.â
âOikawa... Tooru?â following your line of sight, Rintaroâs back slouched at the same time his lips curled into a mischievous smile. You could tell he was stifling his laughter; the vibrations of his back spoke enough of his urge to betray you. âOh, heâs looking here. At you, I might say â care to explain?â
âI have nothing to explain to you. Weâre not even friends.â
âOuch,â Rintaro clutched at his chest, âThat hurt. Werenât you at my dorm like five nights in a row last week? You didnât want me to leave the bed either. I thought we had something special!â
âSuna Rintaro, I am not fucking around with you. Shut up. I swear if Oikawa walks here, Iâm never talking to you again.â
As if to prove a point, you plopped until your upper body squished against his back and the chair, cheeks puffing out in frustration as Rintaro sighed. âOkay, you donât have to explain anything to me, but come on. Youâre using me as a human shield and I have zero context on whatâs going on,â he tapped your thigh, head slightly tilted to the side with a wary eye out for Oikawa. âListen, if heâs bothering you, I could deal with it. He looks like the type of guy who doesnât know what ânoâ means so if thatâs the case, stop hiding. I can help you with it. Just tell me whatâs wrong.â
Your grip on his hoodie listened. Peering up from the bottom of your lashes, you nervously licked your lips. âWait... you mean that? Youâll really help me?â
âYeah! You send me nudes that motivate me to ace my exams so this is the least I could do.â
âYou just have to make everything sexual, donât you?â you rolled your eyes and ignored Rintaroâs shameless smile. Scanning the room, you glared at Oikawaâs direction before sitting up and gluing yourself to Rintaroâs hip, whose brow raised but said nothing otherwise. âOkay, so the thing is... my friends may or may not have set me up with Oikawa. They kind of gave him false hope Iâm really into him â which I never will be because he has a shitty personality â but heâs not having any of it. He insisted I should go with him on just one date, and if I still donât change my mind about him, then he wonât push further. Otherwise, he really doesnât take no for an answer. Heâs everywhere that I ended up blurting out I was already dating someone.â
Rintaro rested his chin on his palm. âThatâs a lot of information to take in,â he mused, âSo... you need help in finding a fake boyfriend, is that it?â
âAbout that,â with guilt written all over your face, you scratched the back of your neck and chuckled, making sure to avoid eye contact the entire time. âYou were the first one to come to mind so I told him I was dating the middle blocker from his team. The uhm, guy who stays up until three am fighting in Twitter threads.â
Rintaroâs jaw dropped. âNo way,â he clicked his tongue, hands coming up to ball beside your cheeks as he fought the desire to squeeze your cheeks. Meanwhile, you blinked at him innocently, lower lip jutted out in hopes youâd appease him â which more or less worked as he slumped in his seat. âI canât believe you dragged me into this.â
âI didnât have a choice!â
âYou did and you chose to date me!â Rintaro hissed under his breath, âJeez, if you wanted us to be official, you couldâve said so. I wouldâve thought about it,â exhaling through his nose, Rintaro pushed his hair back, his head too much of a mess to notice you getting flustered. âFine. Iâll be your fake boyfriend, but donât you dare fall in love with me. Our condition when we started sleeping together was that weâre limited to casual relationships only. I like our arrangement already, and you mean a lot to me as a friend so I donât want to lose you, alright? Whatever weâre doing, itâs all going to be an act.â
âDeal,â you shook his hand, face lighting up at how it didnât take much to convince him. âNow go to the party with me tonight. Weâll show Oikawa why he canât have me.â
The sight of bodies grinding onto another and music blaring through the speakers werenât new to you and Rintaro. Youâd both seen the same scene a thousand times before, having been part of that crowd at one point. Yet, tonight felt different from rest. The music felt muted as you walked through the door with Rintaroâs hand down on your waist, the stench of alcohol and sex overpowered by the musky perfume your fake boyfriend wore.
You couldnât think clear around him.
You tried to blame it on the jitters that set your nerves on fire, anxiety pooling in your stomach at the thought Oikawa made it clear he wanted to see you tonight.
Of course, you werenât stupid. Knowing the guy infamous for his reputation for sleeping around and changing partners like they were his clothes, he wouldnât give up once he had his eyes set on someone. It just so happened that unfortunate person had to be you.
âRelax,â Rintaro breathed into your ear, pulling you closer by the hip when you weaved through the people nearly fucking on the floor. The sudden gesture had you jolting for a split second. Blinking, Rintaroâs reassuring smile greeted you with a tinge of amusement, his gaze tracing down your nails forming crescent moons on his arm. âDo you really have to cling to me all night?â
âWeâre supposed to be a couple madly in love, remember?â you reminded with a bounce of your heel, surveying the throng of people milling in and out of the frat house in search of Oikawa. Â âYou should kiss me too as soon as we see him. Then heâll stop bothering me and we can be over with this fiasco.â
âAsking just in case, but how should I kiss you? Like a peck?â
âKiss me like you want the whole world to know Iâm yours,â you said nonchalantly, not thinking too much of it since this was supposed to be an act. Until a horde of loud males started cheering as soon as they entered the room, the crowd welcoming Oikawa and his friends warmly when Rintaro suddenly grabbed you by the wrist, twisting you to face him. The last thing you saw before Rintaro tilted his head to the side to press his lips to yours was the look of utter horror on Oikawaâs face.
Although, honestly, who cared? Rintaro tasted like beer and strawberries, his musky scent clouding your senses that your eyes closed in response.
Knees weakening, you grabbed onto Rintaroâs shoulders to steady yourself, gasping into his greedy lips when you felt him squeeze your hip possessively. You groaned into the kiss, your hands running up to play with the ends of his hair as Rintaroâs back hit the wall, his bent leg trapped between your thighs. He quickly took the chance and nudged his knee on your clothed pussy. Your skirt grazed against your sensitive core that you attempted to pull away to breathe, but Rintaro wasnât having any of it.
Smirking beneath you, Rintaro hooked a finger into the chains dangling from your skirt and pulled you flush against him. You had no time to react before he was pushing a tongue past your lips. Warm, wet muscles danced against each other as Rintaro memorized the taste of you the same way you did for him â not a single care about air anymore when he made those low, deep whimpers setting fire to your loins.
But just as soon as you leaned in for more, his hair tugged backward to deepen the kiss, Rintaro pulled away. âThatâs how Iâd kiss you if I were your boyfriend,â he declared, pads of his thumb swiping against his moist lip swollen from the little nips you gave him â the look of pleasure and satisfaction displayed all over his handsome face that told you how much he enjoyed your needy whines.
You gaped at him, your skin burning from being edged.
Rintaro flicked you on the forehead. âDonât look at me like that. You asked me to kiss like I wanted to let the world know your mine, and he was looking. Besides, we need to show someone who you belong to, right?â pushing his weight off the wall, Rintaro lightly bit your earlobe as you breathed hard, his sharp, cold gaze focused on a flushed red Oikawa standing across the room. âI have a better idea if youâre up for it.â
Arms crossed against your chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist in faux affection, when in reality you only needed to hear what he said through the loud music. âWhat do you have in mind?â The smirk on Rintaroâs face was as loud as a warning siren.
âTurn around.â
Even if you didnât want to, Rintaro wasnât asking. He spun you around by the shoulders, your back flushed against his chest when you felt his knee nudge between your legs once more. His fingers calloused from playing volleyball snaked past your thigh and dangerously close to your heated pussy. âThis is what I had in mind,â he whispered, his voice sending tingles straight down your spine. âLetâs burn that pretty face of yours into his head. Show him what he canât have.â
Your dignity told you to say no. To be fingered in public like this was less than ideal, even more so when your lace panties dangerously flashed into view. Yet, you found yourself arching your back to retaliate.
Ass nudging against Rintaroâs hardening cock, you smirked upon hearing his low groans. One palm cupped your ass as a warning before he playfully snapped your underwear against your thigh, a wince painting your half fucked out features from the sting. Glancing at him from the side, you sneered, about to protest when he wiggled his free hand and cupped your pussy.
Your mouth hung open.
Oikawaâs drink fell from his hands. No longer was he paying any attention to his friends, rather on the way you keened and your tongue threatening to loll out your lips the moment Rintaroâs thumb flicked your clit.
âYouâre such a naughty slut. Who knew you were into this?â
âHeâs watching, Rintaro,â you whimpered, gripping at his wrist like he wasnât knuckle deep in your pants already. âSomeone could see and think weâreââ
âThatâs the point,â lowering his mouth onto your neck, you gasped at his teeth sinking down on the skin. Behind you, you could hear the hand on your ass disappear at the sounds of a belt unbuckling, fuelling your imagination to both the best and worst scenarios. Rintaro wasnât far behind in his surprise as were you; you never expected youâd enjoy giving someone a show either, much less cum on the spot the second Rintaroâs cock slipped inside you. âAw, fuck, did you just come undone for me? I havenât even done anything yet.â
You shook your head, palms slippery with sweat as you held onto his slick hands squeezing your waist. The music was no longer audible from the pounding of your heart. Hell, you could barely feel your legs when Rintaro mumbled something incoherent around you before he guided your connected bodies onto a nearby couch.
Plopping down with your weight on top of him, you held onto his knees for dear life. Rintaro settled on the leather couch occupied by a stoned student laughing by himself, the latterâs chuckles halting when he was greeted by the sight of your hazy eyes and pants falling from your mouth. Meanwhile, Rintaro rested his arms on the back of his head. He didnât have to lift a finger, much less give a command for you to know he wanted you to ride him right here â if you looked straight across, Oikawa would be right before you a few feet away, his frown deeply engraved into his face.
âRin, I...â
He sat up in a flash at the hesitance in your voice, warm hands wrapping around your waist protectively. It took you a second to realize he hid his nestled cock from everyoneâs prying eyes in case you werenât comfortable, but the gesture did nothing but make you clench around him harder â both from the anxiety and anticipation.
Youâd never admit it out loud, but you wanted people to watch. You wanted him to see Rintaro had total control over your body, no matter how humiliating the situation might be.
âDo you want us to stop? Should we go somewhere else?â
You didnât answer with words. Instead, you bent your legs to rest beside his thighs, fingers looping around the ones hooked under your breast to steady yourself before you lifted your hips, then slammed back down. Again and again, until sweat dripped from your head to your jaw, you kept eye contact with a red-faced Oikawa. All the while as you bounced on Rintaroâs dick and threw your head back, laughing with your whole chest at the lights spinning from the ceiling since it reminded you of the seventh heaven you were in.
Rintaro let you go at your own pace, his grunts and garbled utterances of your name blending with the party wilding from the background. You could feel him twitching inside of you. His cock bumped and grazed your walls until the tip kissed a particular sensitive spot that had you losing your balance for a moment, nails digging into his ripped jeans to catch your breath.
âGoddamn,â Rintaro cursed, stealing away your ability to breathe with his hand snaking into your neck. âYou dirty fucking slut, getting off to acting like a whore in front of the whole campus, huh? Go on. Show them how youâre such a whore for my cock.â
You couldnât swallow down your words.
Rintaroâs grip on your neck had you on a literal chokehold, strong enough to deprive you of air and tighten around him, but not to a point you felt lightheaded. If anything, the power he displayed only fuelled you to ride him harder. Drawing figure eights with your hip, you could feel drool smearing your lipstick as the red stains smudged against Rintaroâs palm, the sound of slick and skin slapping against skin like music to your ears.
Only Rintaro could ever make you feel this way.
From the night youâd met him, each time you fucked would be the best experience of your life. Not once had he failed in bringing you over the edge or experimenting with the most absurd positions youâd never thought of before, and now you were returning the favour.
You rode his cock like it was your last mission. âDeath by cockâ didnât sound like such an unfavourable thing either, not when it meant losing yourself in his thick girth spreading you wide and the lewd sight of your cum sticking to his thighs. His jeans were a mess, but Rintaro never complained. He didnât care then, and he wouldnât care now. Seeing you dirty his clothes, your sweat dampening his shirt and your own cum coating his cock like a rewarding trophy of what felt like the best night of his life â Rintaro didnât give a single fuck about the mess.
âF-Fuck, Rin, Iâm coming!â
Rintaro held your waist, taking over with complete control as he slammed your hips up and down his twitching cock, curses falling back and forth from his mouth. âCum on me,â he ordered. Resting his chin on your shoulders, Rintaroâs other hand twisted your jaw in the direction of Oikawa biting his lip, his hand suspiciously following your movements from under the luminescent lights. âLook at that dirty fucker. Letâs show him what he missed out on, yeah?â
A burst of warmth exploded inside you. You were too stunned to move, thighs burning from the ache that you accepted it with delight before falling back into Rintaroâs chest. âThat was the best fuck of my life,â you admitted through lidded eyes, âBut weâre fucked tomorrow. The whole campus is going to talk about us.â
âLet them.â
Post-nut clarity hit you hard like a truck.
Albeit expecting the rumours and looks youâd be getting the next day, the blatant impressed stares mixed with some envious ones never got easier by the end of classes. Everywhere you went, people would be whispering. But like Rintaro always used to say each time you cried to him, thereâd be light at the end of the tunnel, because the best part of it all that made everything worth it?
Oikawa avoided you like the plague. Not because he was appalled of what heâd witnessed and what heâd done, but rather word spread out how heâd been rejected.
For the first time in his life, Oikawa Tooru felt humiliation, at the hands of his own teammate, no less â something Rintaro took pride in when you crashed by his room that night.
âYou shouldâve seen the look on his face. It was priceless,â he snickered while scrolling through the phone, about to comment when the door swung open, revealing a carbon copy replica of Rintaro. In female version.
Rintaro quickly shot out of bed and threw a blanket over your head, stalking to the girl standing with her mouth hanging ajar at the door. âWhat are you doing here? I thought you guys wouldnât be home until the weekend. Plus, howâd the fuck you get inside the dorms? Youâre not supposed to be here, Remi.â
Remi ignored him. âAre you hiding your girlfriend? Mom needs to know about this, sheâd love to meet her!â
That was how you found yourself stuck to Rintaro in a cramped booth with his family not an hour later. You awkwardly picked at your food, stealing glances at an equally silent Rintaro while his younger sister, Remi, kept babbling about how her brother hid a girlfriend this whole time. His family went out of town for business for a while, but since they got home earlier, they decided to surprise Rintaro with a visit.
He sure was surprised, and so were you since they hadnât stopped calling you âdearâ ever since.
His parents were nice â they warmly welcomed you and even invited you to have dinner with them sometime at their house. Mrs. Suna would whip up a meal to welcome you as part of their family, saying that you should consider it a thanks for making their son smile. Remi was the most excited out of all them. Sheâd been wanting an older sister for a while now, and she hadnât stopped clinging onto your arm the whole time until her parents forcefully snatched her away when it was time go back home.
The entire walk back to the dorms felt suffocating.
None of you spoke a word, not until you arrived at your building and Rintaro shoved his hands down his pockets, swinging back and forth on his feet. âSo... are you free this Friday? You should come have dinner with us.â
âYouâre seriously asking me that?â
âWhy not? Youâre invited. Donât be rude and not go.â
âItâs not being rude, Rintaro, youâre asking me to lie to your parents,â you snapped, halting in your tracks to stare at him in disbelief. âThey adored me all because they think Iâm dating you, but weâre not the least bit close to that. We just fuck and call it day, maybe hang out when weâre bored, but we donât know each other at all. And werenât you the one who told me that we canât be more than just fuck buddies?â
Rintaro rolled his eyes. âYouâre right, but I agreed to pretend to be your boyfriend to push Oikawa away. Now do me a favour and keep up with the fake girlfriend thing. My parents will be devastated if I tell them weâre not real.â
âI donât want to lie to them!â
âItâs not a big deal! Whyâre you making a mountain out of everything? So because the deal on my side doesnât require fucking, youâll back out just like that?â
Your mouth hung open in shock. âItâs because I donât want to be your fake girlfriend, Rintaro, I want to date you for real!â you blurted out, eyes widening at the same time Rintaroâs cheeks flushed. Realizing what you just said, you inwardly regretted it with a grimace. âIâm sorry. You said we canât be more than that and I know I just ruined our friendship, but Iâm really sorry. I canât bring myself to lie to your family like that, and I donât want to lie about my feelings either,â hanging your head down low, you bit the insides of your cheeks. No matter what you said, you couldnât take it back anymore.
âRintaro, I like you. You make me happy and I want to do the same for you, but I understand if weâre done now. It was nice to have met you.â
Without waiting for his response, you ran back into the building when a hand wrapped around your wrist. You stared at the long fingers and to the arm connected to it, heart sinking into your chest when you came face to face with Rintaroâs handsome face.
âYou didnât even give me a chance to speak.â
âIâm sure you donât want to be near me, Rintaro.â
Rintaro sniffed, averting the intensity of your gaze and shrugging his shoulders shly. âOn the contrary... Iâd like to spend every waking minute with you,â he mumbled so soft that you wouldnât have heard it if you didnât listen hard enough, but you did, and you were left gaping at him with warmth spreading through your skin. You stood there, watching as Rintaro laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. âSorry if I said that a little too late, but yes. Iâd like to be your real boyfriend. Then I can fuck you exclusively because I donât think I like the idea of you riding other people like that.â
You swatted his arm away with a laugh. âThatâs the reason you want to date me?â
âThereâs other reasons too like how I love talking to you and I want to get to know you more,â he cupped your face, grinning when his palms felt the warmth emanating from your skin. âAnd also, I want to do this more with you.â
Leaning down, Rintaro kissed you under the flickering lights of your hallway, the both of your lips stretching into a smile. In a way, you were thankful your friends tried setting you up with someone else, because if youâd known it would lead you to realizing your feelings for Rintaro, you wouldâve asked him to date you a little earlier.
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A/N: A friend of mine and I came up with this topic very randomly. Still, I think this can get interesting and also kind of funny, so I wanna give it a try at least. Are you in? of course you are, hehe! đ¤
Summary: Everyone knows The Beach and of course next to parties, there will be enough time for some funny games you and the other members can play together. Beside dangerous games, someone mentioned "7 minutes in heaven".
7 minutes in heaven- Rules: Two chosen people are getting into a private, dark room. Doors are closed and now the both have to find a way to pass the time- that's it.
Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube, Niragi
POV: gn!neutral
Warnings: Not given.
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A g u n i
Tatta: "..." Chishiya: "..." y/n: "... So ... you are playing with us?"
Literally everyone is in shock and irritated when Aguni is joining the group for playing this dumb game.
Niragi would like to say "How pathetic" but since Aguni is not only his leader, but also attends the game himself, he prefers to keep his mouth shut.
It should come as no surprise that hardly anyone don't want to be locked in a dark room with him.
He always exudes something threatening and the fact that he is extremely radical in some situations doesn't really make it any better.
Arisu and Karube aren't keen on spending seven minutes alone with him- that's how everyone feels, except maybe Niragi, "Last Boss" and you.
He never did anything to you.
However, you don't have much to do with each other either.
Which doesn't mean he didn't notice you.
He can tolerate your presence and you can tolerate his.
This is also the reason why the two of you are ultimately put in the room together.
An: "Sorry." y/n: "Don't be, I'm really fine with that."
You are not afraid of him, just very respectful.
The fact that he is so quiet and says so little about himself makes you believe that there is more to his character than most people would probably believe.
It's risky, but once you've arrived in the room - where you've both found a place to sit or lie down - you just ask him.
y/n: "Tell me ⌠what actually made you the person you are now?" Aguni: "You really try to start a conversation with me?" y/n: "Sure. I have nothing left to lose."
It gets quiet between you for a moment.
Aguni: "Me neither."
Well, that hits differently, but:
Aguni: "Not interested in idle Chit-Chat. I don't need someone listening to me." y/n: "Alright ... I'm sorry." Aguni: "No ... I am."
You don't exactly know what he is sorry for but you can tell by his voice that he means it.
Deep down he would like to talk to you.
And he is pleased that someone is interested in him and his story.
But he doesn't want to show weakness- and anyway, it's just not the right time to open up to anyone about it.
A r i s u
He's a clever boy, but one has to explain the rules for him twice ...
It's so easy but, what? He? Alone in a room with someone who is allowed to do everything he wants?
Arisu: "Didn't you guys say this game isn't dangerous at all?" Kuina: "I ... don't think someone wants to kill anyone here." Niragi: "Uh-" Chishiya: "Please, do us a favor and keep your fantasies to yourself."
*Gulps*
However, he breathes a sigh of relief when he realizes that he is being put in a room with you.
And after that ... he gets nervous.
Damn, he thinks you are so beautiful/handsome- you make him literally SPEACHLES!
Speaks to himself in his head: it's only seven minutes, time will pass quickly.
So, the both of you go in the room ...
Aguni: "Don't forget, the room is next to us- we will hear everything."
Yeah, actually, they will hear nothing, because Arisu and you are just sitting there, towards each other, in silence.
You both are so shy, that's cute! UwU
But he tries his best to start a conversation with you at least.
Arisu: "Well, this ... uhm ..." y/n: "I can't hear you, it's too dark ..."
With that, you finally got him- like, he's going to laugh, because he knows that quote exactly.
Arisu: "Did you seriously quoted Spongebob?!" y/n: "No, I quoted Patrick Star."
And that's it.
Yes, you guys are sticking to the Spongebob references and holy, time suddenly goes by so fast.
The others are simply shocked and can't believe the conversation they're hearing âŚ
Well ... you can't take another fandom if you want to if you can't relate with it but, hm ... shame on you ...
C h i s h i y a
The calmest and most composed of all.
If you're nervous, rest assured: he's not.
Kuina wouldn't have put you two in the same room if she didn't know he had a thing for you- but don't expect him to show.
Kuina: "Have fun you two!" Chishiya: "Be sure we will have." y/n: "Uh- will we?" Chishiya: "We will see."
Well, luckily everyone defines âfunâ differently.
He laughed at you when you bumped into something as you entered the room.
y/n: "Ouch!" Chishiya: "Watch out." y/n: "IT'S DARK INSIDE HERE, I'M NOT AN OWL!"
He would be willing to help you, but he's no more an owl than you are.
Chishiya: "Ouch!" y/n: "Watch out." Chishiya: "Maybe I deserve that."
Once you have settled down somewhere, peace and quiet return.
For a very long time.
Chishiya doesn't speak if he doesn't have to.
And he is patient.
A person with lots of time.
But you aren't in here with him to remain silent.
y/n: "Haven't you told me we will have fun in here?" Chishiya: "Question is, what kind of fun you think of."
Thanks god it's dark inside here so he can see how your face is turning red now.
Chishiya: "Did you know: Owls can turn their heads by up to 270 degrees, as they have twice as many neck vertebrae as humans." Kuina: "You should give y/n compliments instead of boring them with your knowledge." y/n: "UP TO 270 DEGREES?!" Chishiya: "You know, Kuina- you aren't in the room, so leave us alone."
K a r u b e
The brother has no inhibitions. When he hears that you should go into the room with him, he stands up, grabs you by the wrist and pulls you behind him, no hesitation.
The other players already have a premonition of what's going to happen with you two, which is why they deliberately stay away from the door.
The only thing is, they are wrong.
You aren't about to start a wild make-up-session.
Instead, Karube simply leads you to the window of the room, where he quietly and secretly draws the curtains.
y/n: "You know, this is against the rules ..." Karube: "Rules are made to be broken."
In any case, the little romantic has a plan for how you can make the seven minutes pass quickly together.
Karube: "Have you ever noticed how brightly the stars shine outside at night in this world?" y/n: "Honestly, no. I ⌠I've never really felt like looking at the stars in this world. I never had someone to do that with, plus ... it kinda makes me sad, 'cause of all the people we have already lost and kill ourselves." Karube: "But the deceased can be better remembered in the dark and in peace."
That leaves you speechless.
You know that Karube can be a bit of a jerk.
But you also know that he's not stupid.
And you really love like how kindhearted he can be if he wants to.
Karube: "So, seven minutes to just stand here and watch the stars getting brighter together- will you join me?"
You smile at him and this is your answer, before you turn your head in the direction of the window- whispering a quiet "Wow" while your eyes are getting a litte teary.
y/n: "You are a blessing, Karube ... you really are ..."
N i r a g i
Niragi is the most annoying partner you can get from any player.
Unlike Chishiya, he wouldn't talk about any 'useless' knowledge, but he would be nagging and complaining.
And above all, he would be offended because he doesn't get what he wants from you.
Niragi: "Come on, seven minutes would be enough for a-" y/n: "I said no and no means no!"
But who would he be if he just accepted it.
y/n: "And anyways, it wouldn't be much fun if we aren't able to see each other ... right?"
You can then hear a choking noise from outside, which is uttered by Tatta.
Nevertheless, Niragi gives you the point and just sits back from that now on.
At least for a while until he gets bored again.
Niragi: "And now? Are we just sitting here, doing nothing at all?" y/n: "We can play âI see something you don't seeâ." Niragi: "Are you fucking kidding me?" y/n: "Alright, then let's call it "Guess what I see"." Niragi: "Stop it." y/n: "Well, than stop nagging, you can't be bored enough then."
Just be happy about the fact he do like a lot.
We all now Niragi is none who is listening to a "no".
If he wouldn't care about you ⌠just think about what he did to Usagi âŚ
Still, he is happy when things are finally over.
Karube: "So, how does it feel like to be dumped?" Niragi: "You should know the best." Karube: "Sorry boy, none has ever rejected me."
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If I could inject just a little positivity to the news...
Season 2 has a lot of filler and stretches out a pretty simple mystery to six episodes. That's the appeal to some, I get it. But tightness and focus was not its strong suit. I remember feeling like it wasted a ton of time on side characters and it's possible shaving the story down to 90 minutes will skim things down to its most essential beats and be stronger for it. Basically, S2 got a lot of time given to it, and this is obviously my personal opinion but I don't think it used all of it well. I think S2 itself could have been half the length simply by employing more efficient storytelling and we'd not mourn too much.
A lot of S2's weaker plotlines feel built around people that Neil wanted to work with again, with so many recurring actors (I'm thinking of the zombies specifically, when that minisode could have easily been tighter without them). A lot of s2 to me feels like Neil just making work for the people he likes and wants to work with and a movie has to be more accountable to things like that.
Lots of entire fandoms exist around single movies. 90 minutes is not nothing. It's enough for many, many films to tell a complete story with cute character interactions and satisfying emotional arcs, especially when A&C are the only real significant connecting threads between both seasons thus far.
I don't think there are as many loose threads that absolutely need resolving as people may be thinking. Would I like to know why Aziraphale did the '40s apology dance? Would I like to see his bookshop gun? Sure. Are either of those necessarily essential to closing out the story? I don't think so. Really, what needs resolving is the second coming and, directly connected to that, Aziraphale and Crowley's rift. To me, not knowing the story obviously, that seems super reasonable to do in 90 minutes?
I don't think anyone involved in the final season can possibly be blind to the appeal of the show being Aziraphale and Crowley over anything else. That's certainly the reason why their roles were expanded to begin with from the book and why the second season was, nominally, all about them. They also now have to pay MS and DT for appearing in a movie rather than an ensemble show, there's no way they won't be front and center. Amazon wants a show that will make money and market itself; there's a reason why all the promo material for S2 was of Crowley and Aziraphale, because people engage with that stuff, reblog it, make art that promotes the show, etc. It makes no artistic or financial sense to make a movie that sidelines them.
GO is at its best when it has Terry's voice most strongly in it. That's why to me, S2 was a weaker, more meandering season overall (that, and I think the minisodes, while fun, just make the season feel comprised of different voices not always working in tandem towards a common goal). If I was a writer hired to condense a season into a film, and one of the authors had been rightfully disgraced, I would go out of my way to ensure the clearly Terry stuff is most significantly emphasized. It's telling to me that the Pratchett estate is producing and it's possible that the end result will result in more Terry, less Neil.
Think of it this way: everything we've gotten after S1 has always been extra. Imagine telling a fan of the book in the 90s that not only will you get a six episode adaptation, you also get a totally new second season, AND a movie?
Basically: I know this is disappointing but I think a lot of the pleasure of the Good Omens fandom was ALWAYS people picking up on and expanding on details, and y'all managed to do that just fine when A&C were only ensemble members in S1. You can and will do that with a movie too. And this solution both a) ensures first and foremost that Neil won't be involved or the allegations swept under the rug, and b) gives an opportunity for the heart of the story to be emphasized with greater focus, clarity and less filler.
Will we lose good stuff? Probably. But it's also possible we will get a tighter, more condensed, focused version of the best bits, the Terry Pratchett-est bits. I can easily see a 90 minute movie that, knowing they HAVE to focus on the important stuff now, is more Crowley and Aziraphale centric than ever.
#good omens#don't despair guys#i'm not quite as 'in' this fandom as others but perhaps that helps me see the hope in this outcome#of course it makes sense to be sad#but don't despair--it may even end up better for being scrubbed of neil's influence#or at least satisfying#my point is that more isn't always necessarily better
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Arcane Imagines- Viktor
Nosy Coworkers
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Prompt: this is a modern au where the characters are high school teachers. You and Viktor have been dating for 7 months and havenât told anyone. Jayce and Vi are just now putting things together and decide to spy on you two to see if theyâre correct. (GN reader, no pronouns used.)
âYou want to use your lunch time to spy on our colleagues because you two have a hunch that theyâre dating?â Mel asks with a raised brow beside Caitlyn that laid the same confused expression. âWell I just donât understand why theyâd hide it if they are!â Jayce exclaims, leaning against his desk. âMaybe because of this exact reaction?â The dark blue-haired woman rolls her eyes.Â
Violet scoffs at her wife, standing up. âOr maybe they want us to figure it out on our own. Like a test of our intelligence. You guys know how Viktor is with his⌠love for.. Um- You know what Iâm talking about.â She stammers, eyeing her friend to back her up. Jayce nods his head but is quickly interrupted by the two girls disagreeing.Â
âVi, I love you but this is childish even for the both of you.â Caitlyn sighs out, pinching the bridge of her nose. âWhatâs childish?â A voice pierces the room, startling the four. They looked to the doorway to see you standing there with a lopsided grin.Â
Jayce and Violet sweat at the sight of you, looking back to their partners with fear in their eyes. Mel presses her lips together attempting not to laugh. âThese two had some bright idea to convince the principal to let teachers wear pajamas to work whenever we want to.â Caitlyn lies straight through her teeth. Even though it was a stupid lie, somehow you didnât question. Just letting out a quiet chuckle at what you were told.Â
Jayce and Viâs shoulders drop in relief. âI wouldnât mind it if Principal Heimerdinger did allow that but youâd also have to argue with Vice Hoskel. Doubt that will go well.â You grimace, remembering the last time you tried speaking with that man about getting ink for the printer.Â
âJayce, here are those pencils you needed, by the way.â You drop three packs of the wooden sticks upon his unorganized desk.
âThanks, [Name]. Youâre the best. As usual. So smart⌠funny⌠Any guy would be lucky to be with you!â He nudges your arm with a bit too much enthusiasm. You furrow your eyebrows, glancing at Mel who hides her face in her hands and shaking her head. Caitlyn bites the inside of her cheeks. âUh, ha ha⌠Yeah I guess so.â You rub the back of your neck. Violet was even surprised at her best friendâs stupidity.Â
âIâm um I have somewhere to be for lunch.â You clear your throat, excusing yourself rather abruptly. Not knowing what else to do. The three girls burst into laughter once you're out of earshot. âDude!! That was rough!â Violet slaps Jayceâs back who was mentally cursing at himself for what he just said to his supposed coworker's partner⌠who was also his coworker.Â
You sat alongside your boyfriend of 7 months at your usual cafe. Coming here frequently for lunch dates. Your hand held his as you took a bite of your sandwich. Viktor was looking over his upcoming units, figuring out the next works for his students.Â
âMm, Jayce said something really weird!â You speak up, cutting the comfortable silence. Viktor hums in response, taking his attention away from his papers to you. He momentarily takes his hand from yours to wipe the aioli from your sandwich off of your cheek, licking it. It leaves you stunned briefly.Â
âWhat did he say, love?â Viktor smirks at your expression, you shake your head going back on track to your recent statement. âI gave him those pencil packs that we bought last night and when he said thank you he told me that any guy would be lucky to be with me.â Your face scrunched as your recalled what happened earlier.Â
âHe isnât wrong, but what a strange thing to say.â Viktor doesnât seem entirely muddled by their coworkers choice of words. His fingers trail down to your knee giving it a squeeze. âI know, right!?â You lift up your mug of coffee. âCan you check if itâs too hot, Vikkie?â You bring it up to his lips, he leans to the cup swiping the roasted liquid.
âToo sweet.â He sticks his tongue out in disgust, you playfully roll your eyes. âIs it good for me or not?â You pout and he snickers. âItâs the perfect temp, love.â He goes back to his paperwork and you connect your hands back together, his weaker leg resting over your calf that you stuck out on purpose.
 âThank you for your service.â You peck his cheek. The both of you didnât even notice the pink-haired girl wearing sunglasses and a beanie. And the big-lug on the other side of the cafe wearing a stupid blond wig.Â
âOf course.â He murmurs, suddenly feeling a buzz in his pocket. âWhoâs that?â You nosily inquire, resting your head on his shoulder. âProbably an email.â He ignores the device.Â
Jayce deadpans, in disbelief due to being ignored. Sending another text but this time to your phone.Â
You didnât bring it though, leaving it in your classroom in the top drawer of your desk. âDo you think Jayce and Vi know finally?â You suddenly question your boyfriend, still leaning on him as you ate your food. âItâs a little surprising that they havenât already, youâre very touchy.â He pokes fun at you. âYou love it~â You lift your hands up, showing them off to prove your point.Â
Jayce has an upset expression, being ignored by you as well. Neither of you are even peeking at your phones. He stands up from his spot, Vi silently freaking out the closer he gets to the happy couple. The pair had agreed not to confront them but the brunette couldnât stop himself.Â
His body is already standing in front of your table. The two of you glance up at him, you give a smile. âHey, Jayce! I didnât know you came here!â You cheerfully say, lifting your head from Viktorâs shoulder. He frowns at the loss of warmth. Jayce is confused by your lack of⌠shock? Not pulling away from one another.
âIs that Vi?â Viktor points towards the window tables. The girl melted into her seat in embarrassment. You wave at her, motioning for her to join the conversation.
âYou two are dating?âÂ
âMhm, for 7 months.â You proudly state.Â
Violet and Jayceâs jaws slack open. âWhy did you never tell us!?â Viâs eyes were wide with curiosity. âYou never asked.â Viktor shrugs his shoulders and you giggle. âWe didnât think it needed to be a conversation. Keeping it professional at work.â You explain further.Â
Jayce and Vi sit in the booth across from the both of you, basically inviting themselves. âWeâre in relationships, we couldâve been going on triple dates!â Jayce pretends to be angry. Viktor scrunches his nose. âNot happening.âÂ
âAwe, why not?â Vi juts out her bottom lip. âWell, you two were spying on us. Were you not?â Your partner gives them a straight-faced look. Their faces begin to heat up. âNo- we- What? No we werenât.â Jayce shakes his head, disagreeing with that unbelievable accusation.Â
âWhy do you have a wig in your pocket?â You lean over to the side, calling attention to the blonde fake hair he had stuffed into his pant pocket. âViâs wearing sunglasses and a beanie inside a coffee shop.â Viktor blinks. She rips them off, her hair lifting from the static.Â
âOkay, whatever, you caught us.â She grumbles, sneakily snatching your sandwich and taking a bite of it. You glare at her to which she just mumbles out a half-assed apology.Â
For the rest of your guysâ lunchtime they asked questions, curious about your relationship. You were more than happy to answer everything as Viktor only butted in a few times when their little interrogation got too personal or inappropriate.Â
And once it was time to leave they were rushing to tell everyone that they had figured it out even though mostly everybody knew already.
Mel and Caitlyn especially. They were actually one of the first people to find out in the first few weeks of you two dating.Â
Their lovers were just a little⌠slow.Â
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I think I'm going to make an actual story of this au with Viktor as the love interest if anyone would be interested in that!
Edit- I made a college student au âď¸
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This Trey discourse is getting ridiculous.
Tell me you donât understand the dream without telling you donât understand the dream. Tell me you donât like Trey or understand his character without telling me you donât like Trey or understand his character. For starters, the reason most of the fandom disliked Trey early on- book one. He didnât stand up to Riddleâs mother or stop Riddle from being a tyrant.
Argument one: he was a child. A ten year old child whose parents were being screamed at for five hours straight (something of which BOTH Idia and Leona are horrified by, and those two had some strict upbringings themselves) while listening to eight year old Riddle wailing and sobbing for his mother to stop. That shit is traumatizing. Have you ever been screamed at unjustly as a kid? Itâs terrifying. It haunts you. That kind of memory latches on and never lets go. Not without help.
Argument two: Trey is 18. He is a big brother. Not a parent. He didnât raise his little siblings either, as his parents have a seemingly good relationship with each other and their children. He hasnât seen Riddle in years, and while excited to see Riddle at the entrance ceremony he was quickly rebuffed by the now cold and steely Riddle who grew up under his abusive motherâs rule. He and Cater then worked with Riddle to dethrone their horrible then-dorm leader, and Trey was then sacrificed to the position of vice dorm leader because the entire dorm took a vote. Still, he did his best as vice dorm leader- not wanting to lose his head or watch their dorm mates stumble accidentally onto the execution block.
Trey, at the start, wasnât particularly close to Riddle because Riddle wouldnât let him be, and as someone who was traumatized by what happened when he WAS A CHILD likely struggled to speak up against Riddleâs harsher rules, and that most likely muddled together with Treyâs wish for Riddle to be happy. Going against Riddle would lead to conflict, and Riddle is short tempered as is. Trey likely believed that standing up to Riddle would make things worse instead of better.
He learns quickly from Adeuce later in book one how wrong he was, but thatâs beside the point. The best Trey could do in the position HE DID NOT WANT was to give advice to his dorm mates and attempt to be Riddleâs voice of reason, acting as the peacemaker and struggling to keep any situation from escalating.
Something of note here, that I find particularly fascinating, is that itâs been stated by several characters that Riddleâs reign, though tyrannical, was nowhere near as bad as the last dorm leader- who was chaos incarnate. That plays a part in why Trey and Cater both were so willing to go along with Riddleâs iron ruling, even though both knew he was going about being dorm leader the wrong way.
There was no controlling or manipulating of Riddle- despite what Leona and Idia, who have ZERO CONNECTION AND INTERACTION with Trey and Cater prior to this dream, believed. There was no stopping Riddle, either. The best they could do was appease him and keep him calm.
Now, onto his dream.
We learn that Trey and his family âlaughâ about what happened with Mrs. Rosebitch. This isnât an, âoh they werenât affected by what happenedâ situation, itâs an, âoh they were so badly affected by what happened that they canât even talk about it properly because itâs so fucked up that they just laugh insteadâ. Thatâs called a trauma response. That trauma is so deeply rooted in Trey because heâs never learned to process it, that itâs there in his dream instead of being omitted.
Trey is also dreaming of a world in which Riddle has no stressful responsibilities. Theyâre at school, but his mother canât reach him there, and Chenâya- a childhood friend of Treyâs who was THERE when the Clover family got screamed at by Mrs. Rosebitch- is dorm leader instead. Riddle is not held down by what happened, and is seemingly âfreedâ from his motherâs cruel hand. Heartslabyul has become a safe space.
One built by Trey and Chenâya, something they had unknowingly tried to do as children for Riddle (as they were unaware of the abuse, but had been a shining light for sweet baby Riddle who lived in the suffocating darkness) but failed- and paid severely for it.
Now, onto Fandom problem number two: the Round Bois.
Iâm seeing people call Trey a âfeederâ and are behaving harshly towards him because of it. But that literally couldnât be farther from whatâs happening. For example, let us take a look at his conversation with Vil (I brought my freaking receipts; this boy is my FAV of Heartslabyul) during Vilâs lab coat vignette.
We know Trey likes to bake.
He bakes for the Heartslabyul parties, and often gives Adeuce pastries to bring to Ramshackle to share with Yuu. But we learn in his New Years vignette that he bakes as a form of stress relief, too, to work his thoughts out and/or distract himself. It is a comfort to him. A safe space. And he knows whatever makes he will likely bring a smile to someoneâs face. He enjoys baking, and he enjoys seeing people enjoy his sweets.
If someone is stressed, he encourages them to eat sweets- or cake with lots fruits, though thatâs specific in this vignette because he just made a strawberry cake and was trying to find someone to give it to because it was one cake too many, lol, and Vil happened to be stressed out from something Rook said.
Trey isnât being a âfeederâ here or in his dream. He saw someone stressed and went, âHey, I have a solution, why not try it? One slice wonât hurt and itâll make you feel better/put you in a better mood.â
Baking is Treyâs solution, and a reliable source of comfort. He likes seeing how happy people are from the things he bakes, and he knows eating sweets can make other people happy. Thatâs why he goes out of his way to find someone to give the extra cake he accidentally made to- because itâll put that person in a good mood and the cake will have a âgood homeâ to go to.
Treyâs dream was basically giving Riddle and their other dorm mates a life where they could be happy and enjoy themselves without fear. A safe space. He could bake to his heartâs content in this massive kitchen his dream Heartslabyul provided, and everyone around him are happy and overall stress-free.
The reason theyâre all ROUND BOIS???
Itâs not because Trey was a âfeederâ and fed them to that point, itâs because the dream-versions of his friends lacked self control and there was no one to stop them from eating sweet after sweet after sweet. They just happily ate whatever it was Trey baked, because he baked a lot- not to âfeedâ them, but because baking is something he greatly enjoys doing.
#twisted wonderland#twst#trey clover#character analysis#twst spoilers#twst jp#twst jp spoilers#twisted wonderland spoilers#twst book 7#riddle rosehearts
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