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96percentdone · 1 year ago

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Every time my old post expressing bafflement at 'anti player theory' undertale and deltarune fans gets a note, I go through the war again. Maybe some of them are normal, but like every post from these people that I have ever seen is never content to just have a strictly in universe read of the text. They gotta assert that believing a video game has meta elements spits in the face of craft and storytelling, and no video game could ever draw attention to it being a video game as part of it's thematic identity. They have to debunk the concept of metafiction just to be right, which is hilarious because they end up overwriting the thematic craft they claim to be the only real supporters of.

Undertale is about war, and violence, and hate and how we respond to it. Most monsters don't really want to fight, half of them are just hanging out, so they're happy to be friends if you are, but the memory of the war between monsters and humans lingers. Whether they don't entirely understand the war's true essence because of their purehearted natures make them antithetical to it (Papyrus, Monster Kid), or use the narrative around it as a prop for their personal goals and are forced to contend themselves (Alphys, Mettaton), or try to teach its horrors with its methods (Toriel), or are convinced that the only way to escape the shadow of the war is to win it (Undyne) even if they don't really want to wage war at all (Asgore), the history of that war informs it all. Flowey is who he is because that violence ravaged Asriel, a small child, SO hard his grief and anger are now everyone's problems. He cannot feel love because the cycle of violence stole his ability to believe in it. Every genocide boss only fights you to stop you from carrying out your own. They know that if the entire underground is so easily destroyed, there is no reason humanity wouldn't face the same fate, and this cycle must end, even if they are powerless. The ending is determined by whether you perpetuate war. The genocide run is a grueling, unfulfilling, deliberately difficult challenge as punishment for enacting war for nebulous gain, while pacifist ending brings about the best future, where everyone including Asriel is saved, and it is the most fun to play, because is one where you commit to kindness and understanding. They both are in service to the thesis statement that "love and compassion are good and the key to rectifying all wrongs."

Hbomberguy and NezumiVA have made videos on the same lines, but Undertale's meta because it's about how we engage with video games as a medium. It's about completionism. It asks whether mining a story for every possible scrap of information is worthwhile. Chara's true name is literally a derivative of player character, you are meant to name them after yourself, and project onto them and Frisk until the game seperates them from you because you are a real human being, not a character in a video game. You only learn Frisk's name by the end of pacifist, the best possible ending that you should be satisfied with as a means of separating your ties, and you only meet Chara when you go way the fuck out of your way to get the worst possible ending because of vague hints that there is one. Undertale uses the vibe and aesthetic of old turn-based rpgs to draw you in, get you comfortable, only to use it's characters to ask why are you doing any of this? Is this why you like stories? Are video games merely arrangements of lore to be logged into a wiki until you run out of data to sort, or did you like Undertale and other video games because its characters and ideas resonated with you emotionally? The text has a lot of compassion for Alphys and her fan hobbies, and it only criticizes her when she treats the real world as a self insert fanfic, and it's meta thesis for you is similar. It's fine and good that you love your favorite games, but what are you getting out of engaging with the medium in this way? "Don't you have anything better to do?"

But Deltarune is where they really start to lose me. It is not finished, things could change with later installments, but from what little we have, it follows up on Undertale's commentary about the cycle of violence, and brings it back to suburbia. Violence here is interpersonal abuse and neglect. It is adults caught up in the myriad problems of adult life they do not notice, or fail to support, or do not care about the children suffering under those same systems. Kris is a child who lives in the shadow of their older brother. They befriend Susie, who eats garbage and doesn't seem to have parents (or at least not any that give a shit), and they have a childhood bond with Noelle, who has lost her sister, her father is in the hospital, and her mother is absent and otherwise not great. Even Berdley has a whole complex about needing to be smart thanks to his upbringing. Kris opens this portal themself, literally escaping into a fantasy land where they, children, are the most important and powerful, unbeholden to adults and their baggage. They get to be agents, not subjects, and yet the dark world still has those same anxieties. Lancer is afraid of his father, Queen is an overbearing mother, Rouxls is an opportunist most concerned with himself, King struggles in vain to liberate himself from being a subject while forcing his subjects to adhere to his agenda, Spamton wants to escape his chains and is the incarnation of a spambot, Seam gives up, and Jevil escapes into his imagination. Kris can abuse Noelle into the snowgrave route, and Susie and Berdley are bullies because kids are just as capable of hurting one another as adults are. Darkners may say shit about not wanting to fight anyway, and Ralsei might regurgitate Undertale's lesson as truth like it's his full time job, but even he re-evaluates by the end of chapter one. In the real world things cannot be as simple they were in Undertale.

Agency obviously relates back to the meta, as Kris' is literally overwritten by the red soul you are asked to give your own name in a dialogue that once again separates you from your fictional vessel, a player character, then goes even harder when they slam dunk that little guy you made into the trash because "No one can choose who they are in this world." You can't either. You can get Kris to abuse Noelle into killing people, carry out the abuses that made these kids desperate to escape in the first place, even if they don't want that, but understanding the player solely as a force that strips agency, much like understanding Undertale's player as a comment on real world morality, is incomplete.

If Undertale critiques completionism and datamining as a valuable ways to understand art, then Deltarune reuses its cast and critiques is thesis as part of a its meta to showcase the it's real value. It is a story that even in universe is about fiction. The dark world and its inhabitants are palatable reflections of Hometown. Kris and Susie keep going back because it is freeing, and allows them to grapple with the their complicated feelings about their world. They can come out more confident in themselves, with a healthier mindset, or Berdley can fucking die! Violence in the dark world comes back out of it because the dark world is a mirror. Video games aren't real, you don't actually kill monsters or darkners, but war is real, and violence is real, and abuse is real, aren't they? Isn't that why you get sad when characters you like die? How often do we use analogies and metaphors to explain our feelings, or complicated ideas? Fiction is just a tool to understand the world. What are the stories you love saying to you?

If the meta doesn't compel you, it's not what you find value in, or how you interpret the text, I don't care, even if I think it's strange. What you get out of these games belongs to you, and you deserve to have your reading as much as I or any meta proponent does. But anyone making claims about what fiction must be, just to deny the a meta angle is possible? That's anti-intellectual bullshit. It denies metafiction exists as a tool altogether. It shits on not just Undertale and Deltarune, or meta video games, but stories written across every medium that have ever used their work to comment on itself, its genre, its medium, or art as a whole. If you denigrate a whole artistic convention and the work of countless artists just to validate your hot take? You don't deserve any respect.

#hope.txt #my meta #undertale #deltarune

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2af-afterdark · 10 months ago

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Randomly Rating the Alt (Beta?) Designs in Journey to a Nu World

Listen, I saw these and some of them made me so happy and others... I died a little inside. Someone told me these are closer to their beta designs and that would make sense given what the event is, but I'm not 100% sure. Also, I'm sure it's their beta colors with their current designs at best. Making whole new sprites to perfectly match their beta counterpart would have been an ordeal. So... for all intents and purposes, I am rating them as alternate color schemes than as beta designs. Although, I do admit that I want to make a few comments on their roles in the event at least...

Ratings below for post length and because some people may want the designs to be a surprise.

10/10: I love him in all forms. No notes. Said it once and I will say it again though: he has Rin's silhouette. I guess it makes sense given what their relationship is, but it's uncanny.

8/10: His pallet swap is very minor, and the purple accent is actually really cute on him. Plus, I am a fan of soft pastels and his alt colors are so gentle. Still loves money and is so very violent. Love that he had beast tamer aspects in the fight against the heroes. Love that he's always a boss. I love him.

2/10: I love Morvay, but... they stole all of his color! There is just so much black in this design and it all sort of drowns out the overall character and makes him more muted. Also, they hid his titties and that is an unacceptable crime! Bonus points to both him and Aster though because their alt designs of aspects of the other's base color scheme (Ater's hair is the pink and purple of Morvay's jacket, Morvay's jacket is a more bright pink and black than Aster's).

10/10: I am a simp. Kuya is there. His titties are out. His collar makes him look like a whore. I am simple. I have simple desires. Also, you know, his loyalty in this event was actually kind of interesting. He was all for working with the Demon King and even selling the rouse. Plus, he gave off the feeling of being a secretive and wise advisor when he hinted to Eiden that he knows there are worlds with alternate versions of them out there.

3/10: His main blue hair is much better than the teal in his alt look. I do like the flower in his alt look, very appealing, but not enough to save just how... meh he is over all. I don't know. I just feel the teal is really jarring, especially given how much less it fits in with his outfit than his usual scheme.

5/10: This is not to say I hate Yakumo's alt design. It's just... there. The only thing that changed were his clothes. I like the red and white on him. A lot. But the lack of design on his shirt or pants is kind of sad. Middling design.

0/10: WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY BOY?????? He looks like your neighbor named Steve! THIS IS A CRIME!!! HE'S JUST SOME GUY! GIVE ME BACK MY SLUTTY PRIEST.

-10/10: Blade... Your hair is as cute as always. The color looks as good on you as always. However... that outfit... Are you an assassin or a court jester? It's so bad. OMG, I hate it.

8/10: You know what? I know it's just an outfit swap, but it really works on Dante. White looks really good on him and so does an open shirt. The shawl is always really nice in that blue-green color. It matches his eye and gems on his necklace. It's just very appealing overall. Also, it really let's him show off that tattoo! Which, you know, is a weakness of mine.

5/10: I don't hate it but I don't like it. I don't know. It's not bad, just not to my tastes. Although, I giggle that he's a bard! Not an alchemist, but a BARD! That is hilarious and I cannot explain why.

4/10: Again, kind of a meh design. I feel the yellow accents on his alt design would be better for Karu because then the eyes would match better. IDK, something about it just isn't working for me and I cannot place my finger on it. Also, we never saw Karu. I know the event was short, but... really? No Karu?

6/10: I like him better as a blonde, personally, but the scars are so amazing on him. Plus, the darker green to match his darker hair and the little leaf designs on his jacket are just very charming. I like the design. I with they would keep the scars because they really are just amazing. Although I miss Topper...

1000/10: NEVERMIND! He is perfect in all forms! ALL HAIL TOPPER!

#nu carnival

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greetings-inferiors · 1 year ago

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INTENSE MINECRAFT SLANDER IS COMING UP

If you like Minecraft, good for you! It just isn’t for me, so I play other things. Don’t take anything I say here as an affront to your video game tastes, nothing I say is objective, it’s just how I feel. I swear I don’t hate Minecraft, but this has been bottled up inside me for a while and I needed to let it out. Please enjoy my dissent into block induced hysteria:

Okay I was going to go to bed but I saw Minecraft mentioned and just had to write this down I’ll sleep I swear

But like

OH MY GOD MINECRAFT IS THE MOST DULL GAME I’VE EVER PLAYED. I’VE GENUINELY NEVER BEEN MORE BORED IN A VIDEOGAME, ON MY OWN, WITH FRIENDS, WITH STRANGERS, IN MINIGAMES, IN CREATIVE, I DON’T KNOW HOW PEOPLE DO IT

At least security breach makes me FEEL SOMETHING. That game is so bad it makes me SAD. It makes me ANGRY. Minecraft just HURTS TO PLAY.

Literally everything combines in a way specifically I don’t enjoy. I hate sandbox games, and Minecraft is a particularly slow sandbox. It’s open world, and I have an inherent bias against open world games - if it’s a ‘just good’ open world game, I won’t enjoy it at all. It’s story is so directionless and nonexistent, and the thing I love the most about videogames as a medium is their unique way of telling stories. I hate Minecraft’s gameplay loop, you get wood to get stone, use stone to get iron, use iron to get diamond, use diamond to get netherite, which would be fine but that’s IT. Like maybe there’s going to a different dimension for netherite but mostly it’s just IT

Like terraria does have kinda a similar progression, especially in hardmode where you mine cobalt to get mithril, use mithril to get titanium, use titanium to get chlorophyte, but calamity completely solved that problem because YOU ACTUALLY HAVE TO BEAT BOSSES TO GET TJEM

Oh my god, the worst part of Minecraft is the bosses, or lack thereof. The combat is so kind numbingly dull, they keep trying to fix it but it keeps not working, at least it isn’t just ‘click fast’ anymore but still. And there are only two actual bosses, and they’re both so endgame that most people have never even attempted to fight them. And what do you do once you beat the game? How do people keep playing their worlds? What do you do???? Most people have to make up their own stories because there’s just nothing to do, and that’s well and good, but I specifically play games to be told a story, not to have to make up my own. Like I said, not for me.

Lots of people compare terraria to Minecraft, but they’re not similar in any way except style. Minecraft is a sandbox (my literal least favourite type of game) and terraria is a boss fight simulator (my literal favourite type of game). Every single thing you do in terraria is to get an edge against the next boss. Most things you do in Minecraft… might have a point? Most of the point is just ‘cause I want to’ which works great as a way of viewing life but in a videogame? Where I’m trying to escape? I don’t want to be an optimistic nihilist, I want to do cool shit, and not have to spend two hours building to do that cool shit.

And the drip feed of hardly any content is just insufferable. I get why, they’re the best selling game of all time, they want to make sure everything’s perfect, but that just means that they don’t touch any of the core parts of the game, not saying they have to, because some people do enjoy it, I just don’t. I hate it. But like, the newest update added what? Frogs? It didn’t add fireflies because they wanted to be realistic, and I get why but still it just sucks either way. The actual new content makes me go ‘huh that’s neat’ and forget about it after a day. Every terraria update adds a fuck ton of new content, especially the major updates, which essentially completely overhaul the game every time, stardew valley’s major updates may as well be whole dlcs, the most recent one added A WHOLE NEW ISLAND, Minecraft doesn’t feel any different now than it did three years ago. The only exceptions are the caves, which I must admit are cool as shit, but KNLY IF I CAN STAND TO LLAY LONG ENOUGH TO FIND THEM

It also has no story to speak of. Sure you can show me the game theory videos (I’ve watched all of them) but that doesn’t fucking count, because no one would’ve noticed because it is literally matpat’s job to look over games with a fine toothed comb. My biggest requirement in games is a story. Undertale is a beautiful tale. Omori is similar. Risk of rain’s story of the two brothers and fighting to survive in a planet where everything wants to kill you is so intriguing. Team fortress 2’s characters are some of the best written characters in anything ever. Hollow knight uses environmental storytelling like nothing I’ve ever seen, and it’s lore is of a fallen kingdom, something that I absolutely adore.

Speaking of fallen kingdoms,

A FIVE MINUTE MUSIC VIDEO HAS MORE DEPTH THAN THE BEST SELLING GAME OF ALL TIME

I get why people enjoy Minecraft. it’s calming, maybe they have the patience, enjoy the zen of it, enjoy the grind, but I have never played a game that feels more like it’s designed to specifically make my life a misery with how fucking boring it makes me. The only time I’ve ever enjoyed Minecraft is watching technoblade, god rest his soul, and the dream SMP, but I DIDN’T EVEN WATCH IT. I GOT ALL MY DSMP FIX WITHOUT WATCHING THE STREAMS BECAUSE ACTUALLY WATCHING THEM PLAY MINECRAFT IS SO FUCKING ABYSMAL

I’m so sorry, if Minecraft is even in your top five games I know this is probably really saddening, but it’s just so popular and I really want to like it and I try and I try and every time I almost drive myself to tears because everyone won’t stop talking about this stupid ass boring game that I can’t bring myself to like no matter how hard I try, and it’s all just bursting out all at once. I don’t hate Minecraft, I really respect it, but I feel about it the exact same way I do about sex. It makes me feel nothing, yet I’m still compelled to try it, whether from peer pressure or libido, and everytime it makes me feel like shit because I’m trying to like something that I just don’t.

If anyone even is just neutral about Minecraft can they back me up I can’t be the only person who doesn’t like it right please can I just escape Minecraft for one week I can’t take it anymore

I HAVE MORE FUN PLAYING MINECRAFT IN SUPER SMASH BROTHERS THAN IN ACTUAL MINECRAFT. SUPER SMASH BROTHERS ULTIMATE’S STEVE IS MORE FUN THAN LITERALLY THE BEST SELLING GAME OF ALL TIME. STEVE.

Fuck

Okay I’m fine now. Minecraft just isn’t for me. Clearly it’s for some people, for some people it’s their favourite game. But literally everything it does is exactly the opposite of what I like games to do. And it’s unbearable to play.

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cupcakegal25 · 1 year ago

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so i beat totk

and holy fucking SHIT it was good!!!!! i actually kept a record of my thoughts as i played it, so i'm gonna be posting that now just for funsies. major major MAJOR spoilers under the cut!!!!!!

RAURU OCARINA OF TIME??!?!?!?

why do i have to do the wholeass tutorial with no shirt. completely tits out

purah :eye: :eye:

love my horsies

2 eponas [accidentally summoned epona before linking stable accounts]

damn we were right about the time travel [dragon tear 1]

TEBA THE ELDER?!??!?!?!????!

the flying ship is vah medoh idiots /hj

revali’s gale 2 electric boogaloo [tulin's tornado]

damn is this what it would be like to fight the blights with the champions because if so :sob: :sob: :sob:

if revali finds out about this his impostor syndrome will only get worse istg

SAGES SAGES SAGES SAGES SAGES SAGES

SAGE OF TIME ZELDA MY FUCKGINH BELOFVED

what were the original sages named please

HOLY FUCKING BINGLE PHANTOM TULIN

ring :o

frozen lookin ass cutscene

REVALI’S LANDING (this is your fault hope)

great eagle bow……

did link just give the champion’s weapons back goddamn

VOW OF TULIN SAGE OF WIND <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

is sidon gonna have to sneak out to help me with this /hj

zelda has parents now love that for her <3 [rauru and sonia]

i was heading for gerudo town and now i’m in kakariko i do not know how this happened please send help

CHIEF PAYA???!?!?!??!??!??!?

made it to zora’s domain on accident. welp

WHERE DID MIPHA G O GET MY GIRL B A C K HERE [sidon statue]

WHO THE FUCK IS SIDON GETTING MARRIED TO WHAT

i would like to give sidon a hug please and thank you

WATER MANIPULATION SIDON GO AWOOGA

KING SIDON KING SIDON KING SIDON [dorephan and muzu]

sidon trauma arc [mipha come home :(]

ma’am i knew mipha [he doesn’t want to lose anyone else]

THERE SHE IS THERE’S MY GIRL [mipha]

sidon sage of water please? please nintendo? please sidon sage of water?

oh god oh fuck SIDON LOOK OUT [sludge like]

what the FUCK is up with the gravity here what the hell

oh god oh fuck water temple (i kinda figured this was coming but still)

CHAMPION PICTURE IN MY H O U S E THANK YOU KASS

link and zelda roommates :)

mucktorok is dancin

wtf is that a shark?

holy shit that’s like a zant looking death [mucktorok]

thank you sidon for my life [water shield]

wait that mask looks like vah ruta. wait

ma’am mipha is right there [my kin etc]

secret stone is kinda a dumb name i think

that’s LITERALLY the lightscale trident MA’AM [sage of water’s weapon]

i still love sage of time zelda. btw

dear god i NEED to know these people’s names this is becoming SUCH a problem

gonna take a detour to look for the dragon’s tears i think

sidon sage of water!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D

i fucking adore him so so so much i love him SO much

another disney lookin ass cutscene but not as pronounced

KING SIDON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i’m so proud of my boy

vow of sidon sage of water………

i love dorephan’s hat it looks silly

well guess i’m doing the gerudo quest last cause here i am in goron city

probably for the best given. history (thunderblight) (riju I’m sorry)

yunobo what the FUCK are you doing

i’m sorry i hate this outfit also what the hell

god daruk would be so upset :(

well this seems. bad [yunobo being mean]

oh yeah that’s really not good

CLEARLY NOT HIMSELF JHGKLASJGLKJAG [boss subtitle]

goodbye ugly mask!

did she just trap us in the cave with this stupid fucking rock [zelda and marbled rock roast]

oh it’s not just daruk's protection again that’s interesting! [yunobo’s charge]

yeah i one million percent guarantee that that isn’t zelda

what the FUCK am i looking at

moragia??? alright

god that was HARD to control what the fuck [wing]

holy shit the atmosphere in here is INCREDIBLE [death mountain crater]

damn is this dungeon going to be underground instead of in the sky? swag

woah the fire temple is the gorondia that i’ve heard about in side quests? pog

oh this is really interesting! big spirit tracks vibes [mine carts]

three whole boss fights in this section wow [yunobo, moragia, marbled gohma]

GOHMA?!?!??!???!??!?!??!

there she goes! why was the second phase easier than the first though that’s my main question

alright so the masks on the sages are definitely the divine beasts

i should wear my vah naboris mask for the last one lmao

yunobo is confused. dw bro i have played many games in this series and also seen two other cutscenes nearly identical to this

wait are the vas the same for the sages and their descendants and thus the champions. wait

well not the sage of water but that just supports my argument more i think. mipha voice actress real?

how did zelda fucking GET here how many fucking fireproof elixirs did she need to USE [fire temple]

elixir wears off as the sage is doing his little speech and zelda bursts into flames lmfao

hi it’s me, the swordsman link. nice to meet you [gorons will help swordsman named link]

daruk would be so proud of yunobo and mipha would be so proud of sidon and i guarantee urbosa would be so proud of riju (i haven’t gotten there yet) but revali would just be really jealous of tulin LMAO

yay sage of fire yunobo!!!!!!!!!! i like daruk better i’m sorry

AW FISTBUMB THAT’S SO CUTE FUCK YEAH

i know it’s just the secret stone but yunobo fucking looks like he’s on fire gkhlsakgjlagk [giving the vow]

wait this is on my thumb? that’s gonna leave a finger leftover what the hell [rings/vows]

i’m gonna like recruit riju and then all of us are going to storm hyrule castle together somehow LMAO

oh shit the rock roast was made of gloom? that makes sense actually

i love the gorons :D

BLUDO NO YOU’RE GOING TO THROW YOUR BACK OUT AGAIN [yunobo’s apology]

vow of yunobo sage of fire :D

actually fucking going to gerudo town know istg

slightly untrue actually i’m going to make a detour to activate the last three towers but two of them are on the way so it’s probably fine [forest, gerudo, wasteland]

rauru knows ganondorf is evil and is keeping him close to keep an eye on him so he’s already many many steps ahead of the oot king

also did no one notice how ganondorf was commanding the moldugas in the last cutscene. what

alright made it to kara kara bazaar! how the FUCK am i supposed to get to gerudo town though

also thank fucking god they put a shrine here i Need it

these guys think they’re gonna be liked enough to be allowed into gerudo town. They Won’t

okay thank you tulin for helping me get here i still have no idea where i’m going but i can work with it thank you

OH FUCK GIBDOS. TERRIFYING

going to avoid fighting those at all costs i think! Yikes:tm:

made it to gerudo town after many many detours! hooray!

wait hold on where IS everyone

THERE’S A GIBDO IN THE TOWN

okay made it to a. guard. this makes sense

alright so there’s people behind this wall but i cannot get in i am not allowed

where’s the dialogue option to tell this guard i’m nonbinary /hj

i have broken into the sanctuary and i think i’m gonna die

BULIARA DEFENDS ME???? AIGHT

okay heading out to find riju my beloved <3

PATRICIA!!!!!!!!!!

oh she grew up so pretty i’m so proud of her

yay she did it yay!

oh god that’s viscerally horrifying jesus christ [gibdo swarming kara kara bazaar]

oh that’s AWFUL i HATE the way they spawned

we did it yay!!!

that’s probably not actually zelda lbr

alright I’m back i was busy cooking

sage riju let’s fucking goooooo

just realized this is a new ganondorf (unless this takes place after fsa) absolutely wild we have had three of them and like ~20 links and zeldas

okay i’m as prepared as i can be i think let’s go

terrible horrible fucked up i hate it [gibdos]

oh god oh fuck oh shit she’s so COOL [riju]

alright i was terrible at that! fantastic [defending gerudo town]

whatever at least i won

ooh mural? let’s take a look

just realized i completely forgot about akkala lemme activate that tower

alright got sidetracked into doing a thing for josha. fought a frox. terrifying shit

but i made it here to the great abandoned central mine

why are there people here

oh that bitch is DEFINITELY a yiga

okay that’s an interesting new power [autobuild]

don’t wanna do this for them but here goes

alright, who’s the “master”

MASTER KOHGA??????

oh my god he fell into a pit maybe he’s been alive this WHOLE TIME

I WAS RIGHT

i cannot fucking believe this shit i’m so happy about it

great twist actually i deadass wasn’t expecting it

oh i love that so much

man are you planning on ripping my arm off. probably yes actually

alright boss time!

done! god that was so fun

i hope there aren’t any more misunderstandings in regards to his death though that would suck *cough @ofstormsandfire's absolutely fantastic fic no one ever mentions fear cough*

HGKLSAJGLKASG JUST FLIES OFF THAT’S SO FUNNY

alright that was a great detour and i am very happy i did it

back to josha!

i. completely forgot about faron. just a minute

climbed up totori rock. mistakes were made

back to riju. that puzzle was way too fuckin annoying [red pillar riddle]

ooh temple on the ground?

lightning temple… interesting. wasn’t sure if it would be lightning temple or thunder temple (maybe like sand or desert but i didn’t think so cause that didn’t seem like it would be a fitting sage title for riju)

OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT [queen gibdo]

am i just going straight into the boss fight??? no dungeon??? what the hell

ohhhhh it retreated. so i do still have a dungeon!

finally made it into this fucking place!

five bucks says this place is the token creepy dungeon. should’ve made that bet earlier tbh

oh that voice sounds JUST like urbosa holy shit

i like how the rooms in this place have like. names and stuff

alright boss time!

OH GOD THAT DID SO MUCH DAMAGE [queen gibdo]

holy shit this is gonna be a ROUGH one

FINALLY that took me 30 goddamn minutes

just realized i forgot to put on the vah naboris mask. oh well

ooh pretty earring

so the only ring missing is my middle finger. sure wonder why that is /s

oh man am i finally gonna be allowed in gerudo town without crossdressing? swag!

vow of riju sage of lightning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

alright, let’s go talk to purah. after we check in with her i’ll probably go looking for the rest of the memories

why is there a blood moon in the middle of the day. that seems really bad

okay time for dragon tears!

SONIA NO [sonia gets stabbed]

god that’s gotta be AWFUL for zelda since now she’s lost 3 separate moms :( [unnamed bio mom, urbosa, sonia]

oh god he looks damn near identical to demise [secret stone ganondorf]

oh fuck lynels look so terrifying now i hope i never ever have to fight one

thank you zelda for having braincells and leaving

rauru going to his death a better father than rhoam EVER was [zelda telling rauru about dehydrated ganondorf]

FI!!!! [fi chiming]

zelda??? zelda honey??? what are you doing????? [dragon tear 11]

zelda??? Is that you??? [light dragon]

ZELDA NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [dragon tear 12]

god fuck I’m actually crying

heading to korok forest. i fucking hate this

oh jeez what’s up with the koroks? what’s up with the DEKU TREE?

FUCK GLOOM HANDS

i do not know how i killed them honestly

what the fuck PHANTOM GANON

okay that’s cool as fuck thank you totk for bringing back multiple great characters/enemies

alright i’ve got the master sword and i’m sobbing my eyes out thanks nintendo!

fucked around for a SUBSTANTIAL period of time i’m going to finally do the hyrule castle thing now i think

WHOEVER THAT IS SHUT YOUR SLUTTY MOUTH I KNOW BETTER YOU AREN’T MY GIRL [zelda voice]

i hate this so much i hate this soooo much stop looking like my girl and summoning monsters and let me fucking kill you please god

yknow this cutscene would probably hit different if i didn’t already do the dragon’s tears [sanctum cutscene]

alright i died to the first hit which is just excellent

FRIENDS! :D [sages showing up]

yknow if nothing else at least he didn’t make me fight a lynel

i love how tulin is just sitting on yunobo’s back after ganon’s thing. btw

oh, the champion’s tunic! thank you zelda i love you zelda

okay i love the conversation with harth and tulin. hope you were right about the polycule goddamn

i just noticed: link is BARELY taller than tulin holy fucking bingle

missing sage? :o

i bet it’s paya. i hope it is at least that would be cool i think

MINERU???? [voice]

oh god I’m in the ground MINERU WHY

MINERU!!!!

sage of spirit mineru pog!!!!!!

i was CONVINCED whoever it was would be the sage of shadow ngl but this works!

i have built a robot. this is apparently mineru now. i’m down for it tbh

she lost her secret stone? oh fuck that’s not good

I CAN RIDE AND DRIVE MINERU???? FUCK YEAH

oh what the FUCK is that [seized construct]

is there a dungeon here or just a boss fight? hold up

oh my GOD it takes NO DAMAGE i HATE that

wait fuck i slammed it into the fence that works thank fucking god

okay i stun locked it into the second phase which is excellent

done! that gives me big koloktos vibes actually i really like that

also really really helpful that i didn’t have to rely on my battery charge things during the fight i would’ve been FUCKED

MINERU WAS IN THE PURAH PAD????? THE WHOLEASS TIME???? SINCE MILLIONS OR WHATEVER YEARS AGO WHEN ZELDA SHOWED UP?????? i'm shook

actually the more i think about it the more her being the sage of spirit makes sense since she can like separate her soul from her body or whatever i'm pretty sure

there’s the last ring there’s the middle finger!

i do think that should've been riju though for. reasons

ma’am i swear to god if you tell me what i ALREADY KNOW about what happened to zelda

goddammit she is telling me that isn’t she

she’s the older sister? makes sense actually the vibes track

oh she’s explaining the murals from below the castle at the very very beginning! funky fresh

oh geez this is how he got dehydrated! or at least the start of it i guess

yeah, mineru, I KNOW WHAT SHE DID

MINERU WHY DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN WHY DID YOU LET HER DO THAT

god like i understand that you’re dying and there was no other choice but FUCK this hurts

vow of mineru sage of spirit……. fuck

purah please i KNOW you’re smarter than this you GOTTA put the pieces together so i don’t suffer this knowledge alone i fuckin REFUSE

well there she goes but no fucking reaction makes it worse, thanks

oh god oh fuck oh no LYNEL

i am ZOOMING past that fight holy shit

OH NO I ASCENDED INTO THE LYNEL ROOM FUCK

“the power of the sages cannot reach you” thanks! i hate it!

fuck. back here again. game’s almost over huh [zonai mural room]

oh the last three murals….. fuck [sages v ganondorf, zelda and master sword, light dragon]

the fUCKING TORCH ON THE GROUND THAT’S ZELDA’S FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

alright. let’s end this

FRIENDS! SAGES!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

okay i died pretty fast there so i left, made a bunch of food, used most of my sundelions, and i’m back to try again

alright that went much better! or at least the first half did i guess there’s lizalfos now

ah fuck gibdos

aaaaand moblins. please let this be everything

alright! i did it!

ah fuck bosses. hate that a lot thanks

nevermind! hate that more! [separated from friends]

fuckin. did you really need to seal me in. bitch

eyyyyy there he is! he’s rehydrated!

HE CAN PERFECT DODGE???? GODDAMN

alright. one health bar down. no way it’s the last one

OH GOD OH FUCK SECRET STONE

WHAT THE FUCK KINDA HEALTH BAR IS THAT IT GOES OFF THE S C R E E N

SAGES :D

okay the health bar doesn’t go off the screen but still THIS FEELS EXCESSIVE

just saw tulin soar past me teba and saki are GOING to have my head

don’t fuckin crook your fingers at me like that

y’know if nothing else i’m getting really good at perfect dodges

HE CAN DODGE MY FLURRY RUSHES NOW???? bullshit. unfair

back to ganondorf, i left to get a fuckload of sundelions make a bunch of sunny dishes

first phase done. that went really well, actually

HOLY SHIT HOW DID I PULL THAT OFF I JUST BACKED HIM INTO A CORNER AND I HAD ONE HEART AND BARELY ANY SHIELD LEFT WHAT THE HELL

oh my god is he doing what i think he’s doing

VENGEANCE FOR ZELDA. FUCK YEAH

oh that’s terrible i hate the eyes

that’s literally the calamity [demon dragon]

who?? called my name??? who was that???

also how the hell am i supposed to kill an immortal dragon or whatever

i am looking at the calamity right now istg [demon dragon]

okay nevermind that’s a dragon but STILL

demon dragon…. kinda slaps

oh i’m stuck in his jaws i’m DOOMED

ZELDA!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK DAD WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CALL NOW FUCK YOU

oh thank GOD i have my hearts back

i see a couple big fucked up eyes that’s probably the weak points

thank you zelda love you zelda :) [she catch me]

damn this is gonna go pretty easy it feels like like i’m not gonna jinx it but this is going really well so far

i fuckin fell off

zelda sweetie i think you caught me wrong for a sec i almost fell off the side

FUCK UP THAT SECRET STONE LINK HELL YEAH

there he goes! probably hopefully idk for sure

i don’t feel so good mr. stark -ganondorf probably idk i've never watched marvel [death]

destroy ganondorf, complete……

glowy hand?

i am in the void. with the zelda

my glowy hand is goin towards her

oh! rauru and sonia! hi!

wait is this zelda and sonia’s time power. wait

are we bringing her back?!?!?!??! like i didn’t think nintendo would leave her like that forever but still please please please

ZELDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my beloved baby girl she’s BACK

my shirt is off and my hat is off but i’m still wearing the royal guard pants. weird

bye sonia!!! bye rauru!!!

question. how are we gonna get to the ground

ZELDA NO!

dive to zelda… i love that actually

I CAUGHT HER THIS TIME!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D

if that is the last gameplay in the game i would be so happy with that actually. the last thing i do is a parallel to the first thing i couldn’t

zelda :D fi :D

WAAAAAA I LOVE HER WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i am going to give her a hug. where’s the hug button nintendo

nintendo that’s nice that she felt like she got a hug but i want to hug her

SHE’S HOME!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D

find princess zelda complete!!!!!!!

oh! post-credits scene!

me and zelda and sages and purah! :D

oh… bye mineru…. ilu….

i can’t believe zelda lost 6 separate moms (gender-neutral) over just 2 games (sorry) [unnamed bio mom, urbosa, sonia, mineru, rauru, daruk]

oh that’s so CUTE thank you sages

the end :D

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Can we see a little moment of how ceo!h treats ✨his✨ girl after stealing from her "bf"

I think this might be a request about Gonna Make You Mine. In the story, Harry isn’t a ceo but he’s the big boss of a crime organization and your (now) ex boyfriend still works for him. 972 words

Warning: violence suggested/alluded to but mostly just fluff

To everyone who worked under Harry, he was mean, relentless, powerful, and not someone you wanted to fuck around with. He ran a tight ship. People didn’t say no to Harry, that’s why when Jake, your ex, understood Harry’s intentions with you, he so easily relented, not wanting to fight Harry or lose his job (Jake was quite the pussy after all).

But around you, Harry turned into a soft puppy. Though he was still quite pushy and confident when it came to day-to-day stuff with you, if he even had an inkling that you were mad or not happy he’d nearly be on his knees trying to right the wrong, to see you smile.

So, when you called Harry today while he was on a job he wasn’t able to answer the phone immediately, because he was in the middle of doing business. He saw your number appear on his phone screen while he was working a confession out of a snitch he’d tied to a chair in a warehouse.

Cursing under his breath when he realized it was you calling, he tried to speed up the job and pull the truth from the man once and for all so he could call you back before you got upset with him. You didn’t like to be kept waiting.

Unfortunately, the man wouldn’t budge and give up what he knew. Harry was growing increasingly impatient and he couldn’t just let one of his guys take over to do it. That wasn’t how Harry operated, lest he be seen like a man who couldn’t finish the job.

So after hours of more convincing tactics, the man finally gave away a vital piece of information and with that Harry bid his guys goodbye, giving them permission to do away with the man however they pleased. The hard part of the job was done.

He called you back immediately as he jogged to his black Mercedes G Wagon, getting in and driving off down the road. When you finally picked up he could hear it in your voice. You were pissed.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I got caught up on a job…”

You scoffed into the phone and spoke over him, “For four fucking hours, Harry?! You couldn’t like, take a break and call me back? I can’t handle not knowing if you’re okay or not. Are you coming home?”

You knew what Harry did for a living. You knew how dangerous the job was and you hated it. Four hours of no contact was unacceptable to you.

Harry tried to calm you and told you he was on his way home. He stopped first to get flowers for you and then he picked out your favorite gelato and got two pints to bring back home.

He rushed up the long driveway and jumped out of his vehicle with your gelato and flowers in hand. He walked into the home and it was quiet. You weren’t waiting for him at the door like you normally would be, but he knew you were upset. He sat the gelato in the kitchen and walked upstairs to the master suite to find you sitting in the soft chair next to the window reading.

He walked across the room to you with the beautiful bouquet in hand and knelt down in front of you. You finally graced him with a glance.

Harry put the flowers next to you on the table and buried his face into the top of your lap.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I never want to disappoint you or make you mad.” Harry nuzzled in further as you rolled your eyes and the anger you felt melted away completely at his sweet gesture. You put your hand in his hair at the back of his head and smiled.

“I don’t like not knowing if you’re okay or not, Harry. I was worried.”

Harry lifted his head to look up at you, “I know, baby. Please forgive me. I would have called you back right away if I could have. Please…” his hands drew up your calves and over your knees then smoothed onto your outer thighs as he kept his eyes on yours.

You sighed. It was hard to stay mad at the man. He always knew exactly what to do to make you soft for him.

“I know, Harry. It’s just so hard sometimes.”

Harry pushed your thighs apart and scooted himself in between them, his knees still on the floor, and leaned in to you, wrapping his arms around your middle and nuzzling his face into your chest.

“I don’t want you to think being with me is hard. I’m so scared you’re going to get fed up and leave me one day.” Harry speaks softly.

You put your hands into his hair and kiss the top of his head, “I’m not going to leave you, Harry. I promise. It’s you leaving me, never coming back from a dangerous job, that I’m more worried about.”

Harry hung on tightly to you as you continued brushing your fingers through his hair and lightly scratched at his scalp in soothing strokes.

Finally you patted his back, “Come on, Harry. Let’s go put these flowers in a vase.”

Harry looked up at you with a handsome smile and stood, helping you up out of your chair, “Got you your favorite gelato as well. S’in the kitchen.”

You laughed and shook your head, Harry was always working to butter you up any time he did something that upset you, “You don’t have to buy me snacks and flowers and gifts every time you think I’m mad at you, Harry. You’re all I want.”

Harry pulled you into his arms and looked down at you, his beautiful girl, “You have me, baby. I’m all yours.”

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Tales From the Modern Incubus Part II

Summary: The first time you see Harry is while you're at church and you're completely smitten with him at first sight, but what will your boyfriend think about the tall, tattooed man who is suddenly so interested in you?

A/N: Now that you (the reader) have been introduced to the story there will a slight perspective change and you'll note that in Part I you were referred to as she and her - but now going forward you will be referred to as you and y/n. This one is a bit more tame than what's to come but it's important to the story. Please read all warnings listed in the TFMI masterlist before continuing - this is dark!harry content and it's not for everyone. There could be triggering topics so please consider that before reading.

Warning: dark!harry, Harry making fun of Christianity, Harry making fun of a worship band, Harry making fun of the Sunday teaching, vulgar inner thoughts by Harry

Part I*

Part II

The following morning you wake earlier than Harry assumed you would. Your cell phone chiming with John Meyers’s Clarity as your alarm. Harry moves himself from under the bed into the open, still unseen to your eyes and stands over you. You are stretching sweetly with the smallest squeak at the very end before you reach for your phone and turn off the music.

Harry really loves your morning scent. You’ve been snuggling into your sheets and blankets, and a pillow full of your hair and skin cells so the aroma is extra you. Plus you didn’t wash yourself after masturbating, other than some tissues to wipe up, and all the remnants of your dried arousal are still lingering in the air, permeating from between your legs.

His gifted olfactory sense is something he both loves and loathes. Right now, he loves it. You smell so good, so delectable. When you finally stand up from the bed he follows you closely and watches everything you do. Most of your morning tasks include finding a cute outfit, showering and shaving (which of course he masturbated watching your wet, supple body, couldn’t be helped), putting on more makeup than Harry thinks is necessary, and doing your hair.

Harry watched everything you did like a true creepy stalker. He was enjoying the little noises you’d make when you had an idea or began murmuring to yourself. He found it endearing when you tried on two dresses twice each and then couldn’t decide on which shoes you wanted to wear. He knew it was Sunday morning and based on the way you were reading your Bible and praying the night before he could bet you and your family were getting ready for church.

He was a little surprised that you had selected the shorter dress, and he didn’t miss the way you took extra care when fixing your makeup and hair. You looked quite appetizing. Harry wanted to nibble on the back of your thighs and your hips so badly it made his teeth hurt. But if he wanted a bite, that meant others would too and he wondered if that was why you chose your outfit and fussed so long with your hair. Maybe you were trying to impress someone. Or he supposes it could be as simple as you just preferring the shorter dress. But you? A good Christian girl dressing this way? Nah… you were looking for some kind of attention. You wanted to look cute. This was deliberate.

If there’s anything Harry is good at (and he’s good at a lot of things) it’s human behavior. Not only can he smell your mood he can tell a lot by just a few minutes of watching your body language. And he knows you’re trying to look extra cute.

He follows you as you head into the living room and you greet your parents good morning. Harry is immediately aware of how self-assured your dad is and how he’s dressed very sharply. He’s pacing around and looking at a notepad and Harry notes that it’s quite early for a normal family to be heading to church so now he’s suspicious of your dad and what’s really going on here. He takes a peek at what’s on the notepad and it's a fucking sermon.

Your dad is a pastor. You’re a pastor’s daughter. Harry laughs to himself. Of course, he selects a pastor’s daughter for his mistress. This will be an entertaining courtship.

He follows your family to the church (he can travel like the wind, being a fallen angel and all) and the parking lot is empty. You and your family are the first to arrive.

Harry keeps close to you but now he has a plan to appear to you when some of the congregation arrive. He’ll pretend to be new to town and he’ll wear something he thinks you’ll like. He has a feeling you’ll find him very attractive.

You sit quietly in one of the rooms by yourself, looking through your phone. Harry looks over your shoulder to see what it is that you are using to keep yourself entertained. Instagram (you have a lot of notifications that you ignore), YouTube, Twitter… Then you get a text message, and he reads it when you open it up.

It’s from MIG.

See you soon, babe!

He doesn’t know who MIG is but he doesn’t like that the photo attached to his contacts appears to be male and he just called you babe. Perhaps this is why you dressed cute. For MIG.

Harry sniffs into your hair and basically hovers over you until you get up to leave the room you were sat in, breaking Harry’s spell of breathing you in. He could eat you up, you smell so good.

As the church building is starting to fill with other people you are kind and say your hellos to everyone but then there’s a tall young fellow who you walk to in haste and wrap your arms around his middle.

“Hey! Wanna go sit?” You speak and gesture toward the large main room where your dad will be preaching.

Harry watches with a scowl as you and this guy, probably MIG, hold hands and walk into the room together and find a spot to sit toward the front. Harry decides now is a good time to get himself ready to appear. He takes note of the rest of the churchgoers and sees that most of the humans are casual but some are dressed nice. He decides to go with something nice and that will draw your attention, because he’s going to get your attention. He covers his bottom half in dark blue, well fitted trousers, that really show off how fit he is, thick, muscular thighs, a well-toned bum, long legs, with black leather boots on his feet. His top half has a white button-up shirt, leaving the top three buttons undone to show off his tattoos (he thinks you’ll like that), sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong forearms adorned with more tattoos, and he tops it all off with a white gold cross necklace that dangles over his pecs. He runs his fingers through his hair for good measure and then sits directly in front of you and MIG. He puts an arm out along the bench behind him and sits casually with a leg draped over his knee. He looks around the room and he’s already got eyes on him.

He’s quite the specimen really. Tall, fit and broad, dark thick curls in a nice neat quaff that always comes out just right, perfectly chiseled and symmetric facial features, a prominent nose that sits on his face and just adds to how attractive he is. Harry didn’t want to dress too wildly, his tastes are a little more eccentric than he’s dressed now but he doesn’t want to get the wrong kind of attention. Some people think he’s gay based on his attire – which doesn’t bother him because he is a little gay, sure, but in a crowd like this? Probably not wise. So he’s plays it safe with his choice of covering.

Two young women sit to Harry’s left and one of them leans over to shake his hand, “I’m Sarah. Is this your first time here?” Sarah’s cute. Big blue eyes, freckles, strawberry blond hair. If he hadn’t become so obsessed with you he might work on Sarah for a quick lay tonight.

“M’Harry,” he shakes Sarah’s hand, “and yes. This is my first time. New in town.” Harry gives Sarah a dazzling smile and he can hear her heart rate increase and she releases a scent that indicates she’s excited by him. Typical.

“You sound like you’re new in town. Where are you from, Harry?” She’s referring to his accent. Harry’s got a strange accent. He spent many many years in Europe and picked up a good British accent for when he’s speaking English (he can speak any language spoken to him - same for all other angels and demons as well) but it’s lined with some other inflections that create a mishmash of what most humans think of as just British. And with his deep, raspy tone it really just rounds off his total appeal.

“The UK, originally. I’ve traveled a bit, though.” He lies. Sort of. He’s not from the UK but he’s definitely traveled.

Sarah comments about this revelation but then the other girl leans over and reaches out a hand to introduce herself. She calls herself Amanda and Harry greets her just as warmly as he did Sarah. Amanda is also excited by Harry’s presence. Harry laughs to himself. These church girls have no idea, and Harry enjoys the irony.

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Mixed Signals*

Summary: You and Harry are best friends and there's no way he'd ever like you as more. Right?

A/n: best friends to lovers & mutual pining goodness 9.5k words

Warning: Some angst, some fluff, and some smut

You’ve known one another since you were 12. Harry’s always been cute. Really cute. It was hard to ignore your crush some days but most of the time you had no problem teasing one another, making fun of the other, and both pretending to not like each other. It was complicated having feelings for your best friend.

Then as you got older you were convinced he liked you back, but he got a girlfriend during sophomore year of college and so that had to be wrong. He obviously wouldn't choose another girl to kiss and have sex with if he liked you. You were a built-in sure thing, yet he went with the other choice.

Today you and Harry had gone to the amusement park together. You split a funnel cake with powdery sugar, you rode a few rides together, held hands as you ran through the rain back to your car and now here you were, in your bedroom at your parent’s house. The storm was heavy and the rain was falling hard and fast. Your parents were asleep and so you and Harry decided he would stay the night. It felt a little awkward for him to stay over because he hadn’t since he started dating Birdie six months ago.

But he’d slept over and in your bed plenty of times before Birdie. Nothing ever really happened. Well, except for the one time.

6 months prior

You’d woken up when you felt Harry moving in a rhythm that didn’t match up with your sleepy brain, so you turned and reached out for him to stop moving but you pressed your hand right over the skin on his hard penis, which he was pumping in his palm. He had been masturbating and was being really quiet, not making much movement at first. But once it started feeling really good and his balls squeezed as he was just about to come, he was shaking the bed a bit with his faster, more meaningful pace and it caused you to wake.

You both gasped the moment your hand came into contact with his, quite sizable dick. You were shocked first of all that it was sitting right there, just out and bare and his hand was clenched around it but also because of the thickness of him. You hadn’t realized. You knew what this was. He’d been masturbating and you looked up into his eyes, not wanting to look away from his pretty erection.

Harry was looking at you, suspended in motion. He intended on not waking you. Originally he was going to get up and go to the bathroom but then after he rubbed over himself he thickened up so fast, he thought maybe it would only take a couple of minutes. He was so horny and getting up from the bed would mean he’d have to walk 30 feet, open and close doors, move his limbs, and then he’d be standing while he wanked in the bathroom. It was a lot of effort, all that. This would have been a quick pop and then he could wipe up with the tissues sitting on the bedside table next to him. He’d never even have to get up.

He should have used better judgment looking back on it now, with your pretty eyes on his and his hand wrapped around his dick. And he saw the way you looked at his cock. Your eyes widened, lips parted. You paused for a bit as you slowly moved your hand away. It was almost like you wanted to keep your fingers on his solid smooth shaft. Warm. Long. Twitching as he was just interrupted from his orgasm.

So when you smiled at him and moved your own fingers down your long t-shirt and slipped them into your knickers Harry released the breath he was holding. You rubbed over yourself, fingers hidden by the fabric over them, and Harry started up his movements again.

You watched as he jerked his cock in a cadence that was the stencil for your own movements.

“C…can I see? Too?” Harry asked as he moved his free hand up to the band of your panties, still pumping himself.

You nodded at him and stopped your fingers for a moment as you pulled your panties down to your thighs. Then you quickly got back to work.

The sharp inhale of breath from Harry when he saw your pussy for the first time was not missed by you.

You spread yourself a little as you rubbed your clit to allow maximum friction. You and Harry were both rubbing your genitalia, masturbating with panting breaths right next to each other. You knew you’d regret this later but your tired/horny brain didn’t mind too much at the moment. Seeing Harry’s fingers wrap around himself as he fucked into his hand was so hot. And your little wet pussy in his view, arousal being pushed around over your clit, slushy sounds coming from you, it was his end.

You both came quickly, your eyes on one another, the scene was lewd and naughty. Harry ejaculated over his torso and his face scrunched, mouth wide open, breathing hard with one deep groan into the room.

Just the look on his face had you coming. It burst hotly from your veins as you watched his orgasming expression and you whimpered and moaned and when Harry heard you coming he opened his eyes to see for himself. He didn’t want to miss it.

After you both cleaned yourselves with the tissues on the bedside table, all in silence, you laid back into your pillow and Harry pulled the sheets back over his body. And it was never brought up again.

But that was just once. Before his girlfriend came into the picture, well, before they were “official” anyway. Which is probably why it was never brought up. And now he and Birdie were together, well, certainly nothing would be happening.

You both got into bed, joking around like always as you clicked your tv on so you could watch something for a bit. Neither of you was tired yet, you’d both admitted.

Harry slid into the bed next to you. You had your back against the wall and sat with your legs pointed toward the tv on the opposite wall. You’d stuffed pillows and blankets all around, both cozied in. But Harry was close and you were very aware of his proximity. Even with all the blankets and pillows, he’d wiggled in right next to you and his bony knee was dug into your low thigh. Burning, sizzling your flesh, and shooting up your skin directly to your core. You were so attracted to him, and it was moments like these that you hated it. Because he definitely didn’t feel the heat of proximity, his heart didn’t pummel his ribs in his chest, his tummy didn’t send out butterflies into his groin and make him drip with arousal as it did you.

You bit your lip and tried to keep your attention on the tv, or at least you tried to feign interest. Because you couldn’t pay attention to anything but the person sitting next to you. His looming presence. He was leaning toward you, his arm nearly pressed into yours, but just an inch short. It made the hair on your skin raise. Your throat felt dry.

Pay attention to the tv.

Then Harry chuckled and you turned to look at him, "What?"

"You. What're so you stiff for? Look like you're uncomfortable or something. This show's not that good, Y/n."

You forced a smile and knew you were red in the face. Your hormones were going nuts. Any time you were around him lately they were. You couldn't help it. You tried stopping the way you were attracted to him, the way you felt about him beyond just the attraction, the way it stung that he'd never choose you. But ever since that night when you masturbated together, the view of his cock in his hand had been carved into your brain, a permanent fixture and you had a hard time not thinking of him in that way.

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Forgive Me, Father | Part 1

Summary: Harry is a priest with a dark secret but he's got a big heart and he's looking for someone special to share it with. When Y/n confesses her sins, he thinks she might just be the one.

A/n: Part 1 of 3 - this is 16k words. I haven't really written anything with this type of dom/sub play before - though this first part doesn't get too deep into it, you'll know it when you read it.

Warning: Dom/sub dynamics, mentions of religion and sin, floggings for pleasure and penance, mentions of sexual situations and masturbation, sexual tension, mentions of caging, punishment, cheating

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Harry was a holy man despite his particular desires. He became a priest relatively young but he took all the necessary steps; went to seminary for four years, studied theology and philosophy as an undergraduate, made his vows then became a man of the cloth. He was a deacon, his transitional role for just over a year in Manchester the first time he felt tempted by a beautiful young woman in the congregation. But he resisted. He knew the devil was trying him. But his holy side won out over his flesh.

He desired to act on his flesh, though. And he might have if he’d been given a moment alone with the young woman. He imagined what it would be like but it was easy to resist when he hadn’t really had a real opportunity. All his formative years had him at all-boys schools as well. His four years in seminary were spent amongst young men his age. It wasn’t until his fourth year at seminary that he realized he was even attracted to men. The realization was a difficult one for him at first, being a man of God, a Christian on the path to priesthood. It was troubling to him so he pushed his sexual desires down until they only manifested in his sleep with salacious dreams and waking up wet in his underwear.

When he finally became ordained and was given his own congregation he felt he’d made it at last. The road to get where he was took a long time. The diocese wouldn't take a man under 30 in many cases, so he found a place that would because he knew in his heart he was ready. There were no shortcuts to becoming a priest, a five-year-long journey at minimum. For many, the transitional period took a lot longer than it did for Harry. A year of transition as a deacon is the minimum and that’s all it took for Harry to be called by God to his own church.

Being a 27-year-old man with his own congregation in small-town Wisconsin felt daunting. Harry was not from the US and he’d never been to Wisconsin before arriving in the town. The parish was near the shores of Lake Michigan. It was quaint and quiet but it was home to nearly 100,000 people. Not so small that he'd be lacking for company.

Harry worked and lived in the same buildings for three years diligently. He was kind to his congregation, a good priest and leader, made friends with many of the people who were members, and always had a warm meal offered to him through an invite to come to the houses of families who attended his services.

He didn’t always take them up on the meals. Harry enjoyed being alone at the end of the day but most evenings he’d find himself at someone’s home eating a big dinner with people he usually considered family. On his 30th birthday, his congregation held a small surprise potluck for him after service one Sunday. He felt blessed to have such a wonderful group of followers. He truly loved them.

On a Friday evening, Mrs. Brockton had called Harry and invited him to dinner. Harry had a feeling deep down that he should say no. But he liked Mrs. Brockton. Maybe he liked her a little too much. He would never act on the carnal, it was in his vows to remain celibate, though the rules had been loosened somewhat over the years for priests, Harry was invested in the old way of doing things. God and his priesthood came first for him. The sin of lust led many to take a husband or a wife just for the sake of their flesh. Harry would not give his heart to anyone but God.

But part of that reasoning for going to the extreme with his vows was because of his unsavory desires. He never acted on them, but he fantasized and would have vivid dreams of the things he wished he could play out in real life. There was an aspect of denial of the flesh that he got off on as well. It made him feel superior in some ways; the continual denial of his lust and sin.

A man of thirty years, he was still a virgin, and happily. Proudly even. He also could count how many times in his life he'd masturbated when he became weak to his flesh. He rarely sinned in such a way but when he did it was always atoned for with a flog at his back and his chest.

Harry brought with him only his Bible when he arrived at Mr. and Mrs. Brockton's home. She told him not to bring any food or drink, but that she would have everything taken care of.

And she most certainly had everything taken care of. Down to the detail she conveniently forgot to mention, that Mr. Brockton was gone for a work trip in another city for the evening.

"I cannot stay Mrs. Brockton. I hope you do understand. We must at all times keep even the appearance of evil at bay. If others were to know I was here without Mr. Brockton they could get the wrong idea," he spoke as he clutched the Bible over his heart. The home smelled divine. She'd obviously been cooking up something wonderful and she clearly had taken the time to freshen up her appearance as well. Not that she needed it. Mrs. Brockton was a beautiful woman, even Harry could see that.

"Father Styles, please. Can we address one another casually? You can call me Natalie if you don't mind that I just call you Harry. And... look, I know I should have told you but I'm lonely and I need counsel tonight. As a friend. As someone I trust to not tell anyone my problems. George being gone tonight is the only time I'll have for this. I wanted this to be private."

Harry frowned. He didn't love it when his members called him by his first name, but it wasn't the end of the world. He'd always been warned about getting too close, too familiar. Friendly was good, but there was a line. However, he supposed just this once, and for Natalie, he could. She seemed to genuinely need him and his advice. So he relented and they sat in the living room while the dinner finished cooking in the oven.

“Fath… Harry,” Natalie said as she looked at Harry flustered, “I don’t know what to do about George. He keeps going away on these trips and I’m starting to wonder if there is something else going on.”

Harry listened to Natalie’s story. She had the feeling George was cheating on her but she had no proof. During dinner, Natalie set next to Harry and her demeanor changed. She was lighter and bubblier as the subject had shifted. Harry had given her some advice but he ultimately told Natalie that worrying over something without proof would take her eyes off God. That it did her soul no good to jump to conclusions. However, even as Harry said that he wondered himself about Mr. Brockton taking off on so many overnight trips.

After the plates were cleared and Natalie brought out a bottle of wine to share with Harry, they moved back into the living area and sat on the comfortable couch to continue their discussion. Harry had prayed with Natalie before they sipped their wine.

Natalie loved the way Harry's deep voice called to God when he spoke the prayer. The way his intense eyes would watch her as she spoke. His pink lips were kissable and his hair always looked so well-placed.

Harry was an attractive man. Many of the women in the congregation would gossip about how good-looking the priest was. Harry was tall, well-built, and gorgeous really. He was also smart and so well-behaved around all the women that it drove some of them crazy. Occasionally some would attempt to dress in a way that would attract him, and catch his eye, but it never worked. Harry was committed even if internally he was lusting.

But Mrs. Brockton, one time, had seen how Harry looked at her when she wore a particularly low-cut dress to Harry’s after he’d invited a small group over for prayer after Sunday mass. He would sometimes invite members of his congregation over for a drink and to pray after services. This wasn't too out of the ordinary.

After two glasses of wine, Harry was feeling a little loose, as he normally does under the influence. It hadn't been much wine, but he didn't need much as he usually refrained from drinking outside of these social settings. So a little was all it took.

This is when Mrs. Brockton noticed Harry's obvious gaze at her bosom. He even licked his lips and then looked down at his hands as he swallowed thickly. She saw it all. So she tested the waters and went to him before leaving with her husband.

"Will you send me off with a quick prayer, Father?" Her intentions were not pure, and Harry could feel it in the way she spoke, the way her eyes roamed his body, and the bite of her lip.

But he indulged her because denying her at that moment would raise more questions.

It was a fast little prayer. Mrs. Brockton grabbed Harry's hands in hers and as he prayed he felt her warm fingers gently move across the skin on his hands. It filled him with lust. Just the feel of her skin on his hand. When he opened his eyes, mid-prayer, a quick look, her breasts were in view again and they were delectable. Harry darted his gaze from her cleavage to her eyes and she was already looking at him with the smallest grin on her pretty face so Harry quickly shut his eyes and finished the prayer before sending everyone away.

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faroreswinds · 1 year ago

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I got two anons in regards to Zelda.

I'm going to answer them here to maintain spoilers. So spoilers below for Totk.

I'm of two minds about totk's story, personally. Keeping it vague for spoiler reasons, I think the twist with Zelda was a really cool idea, and the final boss was a really grand spectacle that made for a great finale. The new characters, Rauru and Sonia, were welcome additions too, but getting the memories out of order slightly ruins the impact, and I think the scenes in the past should have been playable instead. I love this take on Ganon, but I think his motives should have been explored more.

So, my own thoughts on your specific thoughts.

I personally found the dragon thing.... dumb. It doesn't feel like it belongs in a Zelda game. A friend of mine and I always discuss how much we hated it, haha. But I understand why others like it.

The human side of the final boss was great! The dragon was dumb. But that was because I found the entire dragon concept incredibly dumb.

Rauru and Sonia are.... fine. They aren't really anything special, imo. We don't really get to know them. They are just... nice. That's pretty much their only defining personality trait. I don't hate them or anything, I just don't find them anything special either.

This Ganon is.... meh. He's pretty stupid. He literally leaves Stones out in the open and doesn't take them for some reason. That's dumb villain behavior. His motivation is slightly more clear in the Japanese - He thinks peace makes people weak and he wants people strong. So... that's it, really. I just wish they gave him a Trident and not a samurai sword. Where is my Trident, Nintendo? That's literally his thing, you even had it in the OG teaser trailer! Character-wise, he's no more special than OoT Ganon, except OoT Ganon is actually given screen time to build a rivalry with Link. And was actually a more successful Ganon than this one.

To be frank, I found there to be very little to enjoy from this game's narrative. It's so sloppy, childish (note, I don't mean for a younger audience either, I mean it's like a 9 year old wrote it), and devoid of anything meaningful. The only thing I can recall truly loving was when Dragonroost Island theme kicked in during the Rito boss fight. And that made me tear up a little. And only because of WW, not because of BotW.

To be clear, I enjoyed my time with the game on the whole. But the only reason I plan to replay it is because I want to make a video explaining every microscopic detail as to why this game's story was poorly conceived.

In hindsight, I feel like Botw was to Zelda what FFXV was to Final Fantasy; games that changed the direction of their respective series for better or worse and given Aonuma's whole thing about the previous 3D zeldas being "restrictive", I think we're stuck with the botw/totk formula for a long time.

We are. I'm not exactly.... opposed to the open-world design. I just don't think they figured it out yet.

I know so many people think BotW and Totk are perfected open-world games. To me, a perfect open-world game doesn't look like what these two games gave me.

Here is what I want from the next Zelda game.

A narrative that adapts to the players actions, so the choices we make matter more

A smaller map but at least 8 dungeons. The dungeons should not require an entire sequence to enter, but can be wandered into when discovered. Imagine looking into the lake and seeing a temple! And then imagine swimming into the lake, and entering that temple for a new dungeon. Or, searching the forest and finding an ancient ruins buried deep within the leaves.

The smaller map should have more NPCs. I want real, large cities! Lendyell's, not the pathetic Rito village. I want Goron City to BE a city! Come on, Nintendo, make it happen!

Please do not make Princess Zelda a whiney baby this time, please. Or, in the case of Totk, an uninteresting Mary Sue.

Make horses actually good this time.

Stop forcing me to menu all the damn time.

No building! Lame! Stop it!

Can we make Link emote again, please? It's so embarrassing that the n64 Link has more personality than the latest Zelda game on better hardware.

I have more but this is what is on the top of my list.

Of course, I know I sound like a negative nilly. But I don't really hate the idea of these games like a lot of fans seem to do. I just can't love them yet because there are still too many issues.

I want to love the new format desperately. Totk, while a crappy story, actually gave me glimpses into greatness. I can see how the team tweaked it, tried to find a perfected formula in there. I can see them trying, and that gives me hope!

Like, if you were to give me a choice between Totk and Botw, and I can only play one of these for the rest of my life, I'm going with Totk. It's not a better story, but it's a better game. It doubled down on Botw's weaknesses, but I think that just comes with using BotW as a base. Maybe an entirely new game can finally do away with those weaknesses.

Hopefully, we won't wait 6 years to find out! Hopefully no more than 3? We know that they have already started the planning phase of the new game. And it possible that they started a year ago. Totk was finished over a year ago, and had a year of testing before release. Hopefully, they delegated, and had a small team begin the start of the new game.

Plus, no covid this time to slow them down!

Here's to hoping!

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chronictoxicity · 2 years ago

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Hey.

It's been a while and now Im starting to lay down all my unwritten sentiments ... I have always thought of going back to journaling recently and it just so happened that the worst time have been surpassed. I am at peace.. and now, I write.

My head has been a mess these days. I can't really figure out a way to organize my thoughts. Im kinda in a cognitive limbo I suppose. And for some reason, this phenomenon always happens when its that time of the year to get a year older.. So for the record, I just battled a sort of intent to make a career upgrade. Which I didn’t make by the way. That’s the thing with failure. It kinda gives you a jolt to your spine. Waking you up from the reality. I haven't had that in a while. or should I say, I needed that at this part of my life.

The thing with grieving is..(well yes, I considered it grief since a part of me was somewhat taken because of the circumstances), it changes a part of you. I dunno.. for some reason. I hate to be sentimental about it but I think I don’t really have a lot in my life right now, so I really do keep in my personal space whatever I have. Be it dreams, family, love.. of any genre as long as its mine.

I know it's my fault. I haven’t taken it seriously. Joking about it but knowing at the backend that failure is on the verge of coming. Denying reality I guess.

Lesson number one: If you want something, do it with every force and energy that you have. Don’t be lukewarm sentimental about it. Do it even if you have to fight againts the Gods.

I had to learn it the hard way I guess.

I’m warming up right now and I’m glad I had the perfect moment to write.

I always thought of writing as a Time Machine. recollecting my thoughts and making it tangible in the present. A time capsule which I could read through and remind me of a certain chapter in my life.

I’m still thankful. Though, I came to know how people differ on how they react on failure. Mine. Per se.

But come to think of it, at the end of the day, nothing else matters except for that goal. It hurt me a lot. Yes. but I still have a chance to take it with me. To hold it in my hand. To celebrate with my family and make myself proud again.

Sometimes, when you get a wake up call from reality, It would mean you get to be more mindful of your old reality. It's a humbling experience that pulls you to the ground but not to a point of decline. It just prepares you for what is yet to come. I hate to be cynical about it but these thoughts are helpful for me to get through it all over gain.

But I guess that’s the thing with life. That’s why it's called a battlefield. It just hones you one trial at a time or in simpler means, like a computer game that levels up your charcterter to be fit for the next stage. You can’t be level 1 forever, at some point, you have to deal with the big boss for you to know what it is like on level 2. Even if you loose a lot of lives in the process, the win would always be incomparable.

See you at the next level Kid.

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mineofilms · 2 months ago

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DOOMED...

As long as each side claims to be the good, the right, and the just. Always painting the other as wrong, bad, and evil. Things will only get worse for us all. But none of it really matters in a reality where this is all some sort of simulation or video game; where the plot is so fixed that any choice we make has no impact, imprint, or evidence on the outcome of the game. That no matter what you do in the game; you end up at the same boss fight at the end, with the same life, the same weapons, the same treasures and the same everything. It's these types of environments where the lack of realism is felt and where we eventually realize that something is not right with said reality. Some of it seems real, some seems normal and then you see a giant clown head with a spider tattoo on its forehead in the sky where the Sun should be. Eventually, the brain will tell us what is real and what is not real. It is when our realities are flipped upside down and inside out, like a tesseract, that feelings on reality become existential horror.

Real Terror…

There is an idea of freedom for all—some kind of abstraction—but there is no real freedom—only an empty thirsty void—something illusive, rich as fuck—and though we can hide our cold gaze—and we can shake our heads—and feel love—hate—and maybe—we can even sense our values may actually be comparable in some random and insignificant way: we simply—are not there. We are not—listening—We—simply—do not—care...

Apply all that to your common sense. How does reality feel right now? Something ABSOLUTELY does not feel right here… Yeah, we mean nothing. God cares not for you, me, your kids, your freedoms, their suffering, your suffering, and mine. With all that... All we have are those moments of love with those we love the most. Become obsessed with that!!! Not this Bull-Shit. It doesn't matter who we vote for. We all lose… By the time ‘right now’ impacts the future, I'll be dead. Some of you before me. Most of you shortly after me, again, it means nothing in the bigger picture. Why would I care about that in which I cannot alter, control or have input on? My vote makes zero impact. Why waste that by which I cannot ever get back? The energy and time? Once used they cannot be given back. The current landscape of politicians are not qualified to be politicians. As long as we look at Americans as us versus them or them versus us. We are all going to be trapped in this vicious cycle.

This is why I no longer give much time and energy in my headspace anymore. I will comment here/there, make fun of both sides but I am not interested in fighting for either side. It's not about community, politics or right or even wrong. It's a philosophical question. Most if not all politicians cannot do anything that has anything to do with bigger, deeper philosophical questions and concepts of any kind. It's why most of them talk in circles and never actually say anything when they talk. It’s just Charlie Brown’s parents lingo. How many times did we hear either one of the candidates actually answer the questions without going on with tangents and on with other subjects, complicated word salads that say nothing by both and/or makes claims about the other that have little to no actual meaning or substance? Post after post, after comment, after meme, it is all the same. Most Americans hate both these people. This is why ‘Crazy Ralph’ is correct; "we're all doomed."

I'm already dead… My brain and body just don't know it yet. Enjoy the moments, stop thinking about the future, because there isn’t one for you or me. Your kids, perhaps, but I chose before I was even old enough to have sex, that I never wanted kids of my own. I was then and am now even more severely against procreation for myself. There is no grand future, only now, and the foreseeable future which is how foreseeable exactly? Just enjoy the time we have left. Work towards things that make you happy. Stop trying to think you control these things in the macro-world or even impact them in any ‘meaningful’ way. Keyword, “meaningful.” You are not that important. What exactly can I do right now to help and/or make a real sharp change in the landscape? Nothing… I, personally, can do absolutely nothing. With all my issues by the time I have time to think about such things it's time for bed and do it all over again, so no. I cannot do anything about anything and stopped pretending I actually could after my near-death experience. I am much better off for it. I cannot say happier or good. I tend to say ‘less bad.’ Because good doesn’t really happen with me. I understand I am not that special, beautiful, or unique in any macroscopic way.

“You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

With that said, laugh at the memes… If you get triggered by this stuff this much it’s time to pull back and think about yourself, because “they” are going to do them first and do you last, if at all. That is what politics is in the 2020s. Love your country, but hate your leaders, because they do not lead, they dictate…

23 years ago the country stood still, and our hearts sank as the Twin Towers fell, smoke rose, and lives were forever altered. We remember where we stood, who we held, and the stunned silence that followed. It was a day that cracked the soul of a nation, and from those ashes rose a storm of uncertainty, fear, and division. Yet, in remembering that day, we honor the lost and the brave, a reminder to never let our differences overshadow our shared humanity. Let us never forget, not just the pain, but the unity we once sought. We need that desire for unity again…

Doomed… by David-Angelo Mineo 9/11/2024 1,069 Words

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windsongs2 · 4 months ago

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Most people when they hear someone's been abused thinks it's physical and yes it can be physical but also could be emotional mental and financial plus other types of abuses

Mine was all of the above plus verbally abused

What I'm going to post is the verbal abuse, the emotional abuseand mental abuse I got from my ex husband.

Even though I make light of his threats in this post that I posted on Facebook.

It's very serious cuz it doesn't always start out with physical abuse and people need to realize that.

unfortunately I didn't and not only why I was abused this way, so was my child that I dearly love she was abused too in all ways.

I forgiven my abuser my ex for what he did to me and my child but I will never forget it.

I will never like the person and I will never tolerate that with anybody else in my life.

Here's the post:

"Laugh away.... number 4 always gets me a chuckle. Lol

Things the ex used to say ( and yes he meant them...and I did laugh out loud and/or told him how stupid it sounded)

1. If I die before you (no matter what age) you have stay unmarried to show respect for my family...... plus you have to go live with them. <<<<< gag

2, a woman can't drive trucks

3. No matter what i say you must always agree with it, in public and private <<< yeah, like I am a mindless empty headed person...lol

4. You had a boy instead of a girl cause you didn't think girl thoughts ( you all can stop laughing now..lol)

5. Women can't live without a man , they need to be told how things are done ( about 6 months before the divorce he said that one and o am doing fine without a man telling me..thank you very much)

6. Women aren't made to be bosses, they will fail. <<<< ok tell that to the women run companies..like Avon.

7. In public I would never put you down, I would wait till we are home. <<< in which I rapidly replied " like hell you will, you can forget that idea"

8. No matter what my mom will always be number one over you, you don't mean anything in my family <<<<< thats ok your family isn't worth me thinking about and your mom tried to kill me 3 times so I really think shes not going to be missed by me too

9. You need to start being a vietnamese person now your are married to me. <<< hmm.. white skin, blue eyes, red hair, a mind of my own I don't think that's going to work to well plus we live in the USA not Vietnam

10. Once your past 50 you have to be serious minded, can't party, be a stay at home type person <<< you haven't got a clue of what I am like do you?

11. I want a all white house... walls, furniture, carpet and floors. <<< you do know we have 1 year old right???

12. Your family hates you, they don't want you or love you, I am the only one that can love you. Don't listen to them . <<< he said that many times .

<<< so I promptly told him that it's his family that is the one that's screwed up and he can go to hwll with that notion.

13. God is nothing , I am above him.<<<< well I guess god will set him straight about that.

I don't know how one person could be so so screwed up.... but I didn't pay him any mind . And lucky for my daughter I was there to tell her that "whatever her father said do not to believe him and always ask me about it.""

One of my hashtags says fight back. This doesn't mean physically fight the person because more likely that person will kill you.

It means do what you must

what I did to protect me and my child is I told him what was what, not with my child is around because I didn't want to her to hear mother go off on her father.

Fight back means be strong stand against what they're trying to be with you, know that you are not the victim, know that you did not cause this abuser to be angry with you, know that you are better than them.

fight back!! Don't let the abuser get inside your head and change you and make you weak.

I didn't.

#abuse #ex husband #laugh #child abuse #emotional abuse #mental abuse #verbal abuse #financial abuse #all abuse #idiot husband #be strong #fight back

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semi-imaginary-place · 6 months ago

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ffxiv 5.0 tangents

it's dooming the world and all buy everlasting light is very pretty in ill mheg and lakeland

welp we're turning into a sin eater and being consumed by the light or whatever but time to do every shadowbringers job quest from culinarian to dancer.

phy dps: huh so ardbert's whole team turned into sin eaters. i thought they joined minfilia in stopping the flood, in the cutscene they joined the light or something? huh and she kept her original form too. as for lue-reeq uh rich and eats a lot. huh his parents are in eulmore? but for someone to become a free citizen of eulmore they have to relinquish all material belongings and wealth to the state (vauthy) so how does lue-reeq and his family still have money? ah who am i kidding rich people always find loopholes, set up a non-profit as a tax haven. aw reeq you're cute but a contract is a contract. wow didn't think of using daddy's money to lift her out of poverty? and they were co-tanks <3. huh how is cylva still alive. soo reeq throws a fit because we missed an opportunity to attack and now wants forgiveness i mean it's immature to take your frustration out on someone else but i don't get why everyone hates his guts so much you'd think he murdered their grandma. The most important thing learned here are that the stripes of female miqote character models are face paint

healer: ah a alcoholic dwarf haven't heard that one before. lamitt literally scraped ardbert off the ground. huh so lamitt's ardbert's first party member. it's nice to see the wod party slowly leveling up. cylva main tank hype. ah damn it i actually have to heal in this quest line and then i wiped teehee this is why i dont play healer very easy mode save me! so the questions remain why didn't cylva travel to the source with the other wod, why she wasn't all the wall with minfilia and how she's still alive 100 years later. ok so each of the party members got a glowy crystal after killing a boss. that's very similar to the wol collecting hydaelyn elemental crystals in arr. ah i forgot i need to be level 80 for the last quest... ug i don't want to heal. YOU'RE MAKING ME USE REPOSE I DON'T EVEN HAVE THAT ON MY HOTBAR. yeah another crystal

magic: huh this better not be un..hai.. kl???? triad boy. el..lidibus?'s "apprentice"? huh nyelbert's fellow childhood apprentice. there's a surprising number fo pre flood people hanigng around. nope not him. surprised they ddin't reuse the assets from copperbell mines for this one instance. hey lookie another crystal collected. dahm taynor gets 3 costumes that's more than most of the scions. seriously what is up with those crystals.

tank: this questline aint big enough for 2 dark knights. he's going to be angsty isn't he. killed his fiance who turned into a sin eater and self harm yeah yeah that'all do. I really can't tell if this is another case of the writers not communicating so one writer is like you have to give up all worldly possessions to get into eulmore as free citizens. and another is like nah they have hella money. or option 2 it that the free citizens blatantly just ignore the rule and continue accumulating wealth. well rip that gal's husband. granson is so depressed, he fits in perfectly. why are all dark knight like this so broody (the answer is love! it's love!). wow in the face of some rando hume trying to sneak out of a deal and threatening them sul oul is very patient. i wish i had a 3 tank party. and another crystal. this is definitely the dark knight writer. if granson's only been fighting professionally a year he's gotten pretty good pretty fast.

well that was all the combat role quests. on to hand and land. I like the magic dps and tank ones best but all were decent stories. I'll do the job specific quests later.

dwarf quests. why ostall imperative?? wouldn't it be better to have production and industry centralized? (real reason is devs didn't want everything in the same spot same reason why poetics are in eulmore.). they should make more beard options for lalafell. or why isn't this in kholusia. all the workers are dwarfs so you're importing the entire workforce, it'd be more efficient to build a base in kholusia where all the dwarves and mining are, build up the local industry and then export products.

oh these are custom deliveries. i hate the custom delivery system. guess I won't be doing these quests. how did an alchemist end up in charge of carpenter, weaver, leatherworker quests. and of course fisher is too special to be lumped into the other gathering jobs. crystarium people are fish oil deficient.

welp back to msq but first gotta glam

#ffxiv 5.0 #ffxiv 5.x #ffxiv

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crimsonlocks · 4 years ago

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“You guys are all mean!”

#why do people love your boss fight and hate mine?: crack #dash commentary #see now you made him cry #ornstein just watches from the distance

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mad-maximoff · 3 years ago

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If I Can’t Have You, No One Can. Pt 2.

Masterlist

Summary: You are just a civilian and Wanda Maximoff is obsessed with you. Her obsession consumed her and you started to hate her. You go on the run because she went crazy. She finds you, never wanting you to leave her again.

Warnings: Depictions of violence, blood, fighting, death, language, forced sex, enhanced individuals, outdoor sex, fingering (giving), oral (giving)

Word Count: 5,608

(Thank you so much you guys for all the love on Pt 1 of this series!! That part took me forever to create and I was quite nervous about posting it! Thank you so much again! I hope you like this one even more! <3 )

Also btw!!: I wrote this before I watched M.o.M so I kinda guessed from the trailers what would happen because this part happens after.

It’s been two months since you last saw Wanda, you hate to say this, but a lot has drastically changed. You thought S.H.E.I.L.D picked you up from Amsterdam to take you to the secret hideout to see a medic. Though you were wrong. Director Fury's men weren't supposed to pick you up for another hour but they came earlier. They weren't the agents. It was a group of HYDRA soldiers taking you back to their base. The HYDRA scientists performed tests on you to try to create their super soldier that could kill Captain America. They were successful, yet it traumatized you completely. You blamed Fury for not coming sooner, you blamed Wanda for compromising where you were located. You quit being the good guy in every scenario. You were done being used. You quit as a S.H.E.I.L.D agent becoming an uncharted mercenary. Working for people who were on the FBI blacklist, hell, you were on that list now.

After you took the super-soldier serum your injuries from Wanda were fixed instantly. You were somewhat bitter towards her. You couldn't go back to the States after everything you did. So, you were hired on for assassin jobs and to retrieve artifacts for cash.

"I need you to bring me the Eye of Agamotto. Doctor Stephen Strange possesses it. Our supplier will pay us handsomely if we bring it to them. I can't get it, you understand." Baron Zemo sat at a round table speaking to four of his soldiers. They all turned to face each other giving concerned looks. All denied going against Strange. Zemo rolled his eyes looking to the corner of his eye and seeing you hiding in the doorframe.

"Fine gentlemen. If you are too big of cowards to face the Doctor then I will have to send my Red Dragon in to retrieve it." He motioned you to come out of the shadows. You stepped forward seeing all of the elite soldiers stand up backing away from the table. They feared you, and why shouldn't they? You could snap all of their necks with no hesitation.

"Will you go forth my champion? Or will you kneel to modernity?" Zemo picked up his glass of liquor swirling the liquid around. You were already in your suit. They modelled it after the Black Widows' suit. The shape and style yes, but it had to accommodate your toned muscular body that was inside. Zemo did some final touches giving you a mask covering your nose and mouth with a red sown design of a red dragon starting at the middle of your back wrapping its tail along your right thigh. You were Zumo's lucky charm. His Red Dragon.

"Anything for you boss. Hell, I'll go tonight if I have to." You stood in front of your boss ready to take your orders. Zemo rejoiced shooting his drink back, lifting himself out of his chair. "Of course you are! You are my starfighter after all! Your enemies are mine! You make sure to bring me that eye and I may or may not give you a little bonus on that paycheck of yours Y/n." He grabbed your shoulder patting your back. Pulling you into the direction where you were hiding. "By the way, I wouldn't put it past you if you killed Doctor Strange once you have the amulet. We all are thinking about it but you. You can do it."

"I'll try my best Sir." You held out your hand letting the file folder slip through your hands holding it stiffly. You turned your back to Zemo trotting down the dark brick hallway to the jet waiting for you.

You were a mile away from where Zemo told you Doctor Strange would be located. You had the drop on him. Literally, the helicopter was on top of the building hovering over the glass skyline. You geared up throwing two handguns into your holster.

"Alright! You guys stay up in the sky while I go. If I need you I'll page you." You adjusted your mask fitting your face nicely. You flung open the helicopter door open leaping yourself into the air. You ducked your knees to your chin hitting the glass skyline. You let go of your body letting your leg and knee hit the cement floor. The cement exploded around you leaving a huge hole underneath you. You arose searching left and right to see if anyone was around noticing your former S.H.E.I.L.D agents starting to surround you.

"Well..isn't this a surprise. Hello gentlemen. I didn't want this to be our reunion but hey, beggars can't be choosers am I right?" You dusted off the dust you created from your fall.

"Put your hands up! Or we will open fire!!" All of the soldiers became increasingly closer pointing their M4s at you.

"Come on guys! You know me! What are you, trainees?" You lifted your arms taking a few steps towards the group of agents in swat uniforms. One agent looked to have a twitchy finger over his trigger vibrating in his boots when stepped closer. He let out one shot go missing you entirely. You looked over to your right seeing where to bullet hit.

"Oh yeah, your guys are new. This is gonna be easy." You hit your knuckles together clenching your fists. You and the group increased speed finally running into each other. Your left fist connected to the first guy's jaw, he flew 10 feet away from the fight landing himself on the cement banister across the room. The entire group's hands fell seeing one of the agents almost on the brink of death. They all had looks of shock across their faces, they didn't know what to do. They all looked at each other figuring out what to do.

"Come now! You haven't fought a super-soldier before? The party is just beginning gentlemen." You pick one of the agents up throwing him into three more agents making them all fall. There were two more coming for you, they came strong trying their best to either hurt you or stay alive. Could have been both, you had no clue. You gave the guy to your left a swift right hook to his ribs feeling his ribs break against your knuckles. All you heard was his shriek in pain as he fell to the floor rolling to his side. The last guy stood a foot away from you. He was bigger than the 6 of them. He seemed a little cocky scoffing at his team on the floor in shambles.

"So. You're the powerful Red Dragon I've heard about? Not much to show for it. Just another super-soldier. The difference is you have tits. I'm going to enjoy this." He chuckled, flexing his arms and running toward you. You didn't care if he was taller than you. He may have looked stronger than you but you know how to take down bigger men. You used your surroundings as an advantage, jumping to your right and running up the cement balcony leaping higher than his height. You stuck out your legs straight out in front of you letting your boots kiss his forehead. His skull hit the floor hearing the sound create an echo.

"One thing, you go get out of that thick skull of yours is I'm not a super soldier that you're thinking of." You hovered over top of him pulling his head off the floor out of the small pool of blood that has began to form. "I'm not the good guy anymore. I don't kiss the government's ass anymore. I'm certainly not Captain America." Your hands wrapped around his head feeling your fingertips touch the back of his ears.

"No! You're just a chick in a suit! Nothing more!" His teeth bled spitting at you. A splatter hit your new suit. Your fingertips gripped tight around his head lifting his head overextending his neck.

"Oh yeah, you're right! But I'm also the chick who will kill you with no hesitation." With that final breath, you shifted his head feeling the bone in his neck snap. His head fell back moving his face to the other side. You got up seeing all of the agents scattered all over the room. "Wow! Record timing! Fuck yeah!" You cheered running down the hallway the group of agents came from. You thought the direction they were coming from was bound to be where Strange was. The halls were empty. All you heard was your breath with the faint clicking of your boots against the floor. Until you heard a familiar feminine voice in the distance. You followed the sound, quickly creeping into the room on top of the steel balcony. It was her. It was Wanda. Her back was facing you holding her arms in the air holding a door up in the air with her magic.

"Where do you want this Stephen? I can hold this for a little bit but my arms might get tired." Her suit was new. It looked good on her. The dark red looked black to the untrained eye. Her top was a dress in a sense, but it opened at her hips exposing her black pants. You had to stop staring at her, all of those memories of that night washed over you. You are being thrown into a wall; fracturing your spine. Cracking three of your ribs. You hated her every move she took taking advantage of you, but that orgasm made you reconsider.

Reconsider? Really? You thought.

"Throw it behind you, Wanda. I need to open a big enough portal to get the orb out of this multiverse." Strange flicked his hands around the eye around his neck. The orange sparkle illuminated him as a wire circle appeared before him.

"Try not to break the multiverse Stephen. We don't want that to happen again." Wanda's hair flipped as she turned her body around dropping the door on the floor. Stephen cocked his head giving Wanda a smirk and looking back at the portal. "I get it. You saved my ass. Why do you always bring it up?" A blue wave through the circle, his hand pointed taking a few steps towards the portal. She smiled looking over at him. "Just want to make sure never forget." I need that eye before he hops into the multiverse. Better now than later you thought. Who knows what the orb is.

Without thinking you stepped up onto the ledge of the metal balcony dropping down to the main floor. The cement cracked up around you. The noise itself made both Stephen and Wanda look overseeing up and stand straight up.

"Now I'm all for changing this reality, but I'm sorry to say, I need your necklace, Houdini." Your boots scrapped to the cracked floor kicking up shards of the topcoat.

"No way in hell are you getting this sacred talisman. And the name Doctor Strange." He pointed directly at you creating a hole in the floor you almost stepped into, leaping over. "Come now, you give me your necklace. I get paid. And you get to go back to whatever the hell you were doing before. I thought you'd be relieved." Stephen and Wanda stood closer before you. Wanda couldn't recognize you in this stance. You wore a mask and changed your look entirely. That happens when you are forced to take the super-soldier serum. Your hair wasn't soft. It was dark black and roughly cut.

"What makes you think you'll win here? It's two against one. Besides, I can just lift you into the roof." Wanda's mist appeared behind her back. The night she threw you came back. It made your blood boil wanting you to go after her now.

"Alright detka, then you'll just have to break my back again. Cause I'm not leaving here without that eye." Wanda's cocky smirk left her face, dropping her jaw. She was in disbelief.

"Y/n?...it can't be you." She walked over to you being a foot away from you. "What happened to you?..." Her hand stopped glowing red and reached over to graze the mouthpiece of your mask. You caught her hand clenching it hard.

"I'm just doing my new job, Wanda. Stop being so sentimental." You whipped her hand over your head throwing her into the cement slab behind you. The force rattled the entire building.

Wanda fell to her knees groaning in pain putting her hand behind her head revealing her hand covered in blood. "I didn't know what happened to you Y/n. You were gone when I got back into the room." She flicked the blood off her fingertips onto the floor shooting a red fireball at your chest. You were brought back falling onto your back, quickly rising to watch Wanda run to you. You kicked her knee out letting her fall on her other knee. "Yeah well if you didn't assault me I wouldn't have a reason to run away from you." She stood back up, your knee came back up connecting to her stomach. Her whole body lifted in the air for only a moment. You didn't use much strength to hurt her. She hit the floor on her ass first, gasping for air and wrapping her hands around the area that was just hit.

"I did not assault you Y/n! You wanted it just as much as I did. You just needed to remember how much you wanted it." She arose, this time the mist surrounded her picking up the same door she just had throwing it in your direction. You held out your hands stopping the door from direct contact with you. "Is that what we're calling it now? Is that how Sokoivans show their affection? Stalking them for a year? Showing up at their safe house unannounced? Almost breaking my spine and while I was in so much pain you still decided to fuck me?! That's how I remember Wanda?" You kicked the door bending it out of shape, using your right hand to break it in two.

"No! You are twisting what I did! If I didn't hurt you to some degree you would have run away! You love me Y/n! You're too angry to see that now!" Her mist yanked you making you fly into the air. Your body hit the floor landing on your stomach. Your jaw clenched, placing your hands on your stomach while you sat up on your knees.

"Oh no honey, we're way past anger here." You spat tasting blood in your mouth, arising to your feet. You ripped off your mask. You put up your fists looking through the one divot between your knuckles. Wanda tilted her head scanning your body. “What happened to you? You’re not the same anymore. Not the same Y/n I know.” Her eyes had a glaze across them. A singular tear cast down her cheek. She blinked making her mascara leave a smudge under her eye. Wanda’s mist lightened up with her hands opened on either side of her body.

“You happened Wanda. If you weren’t so fucking obsessed with me! Then I wouldn’t have escaped my hiding with S.H.E.I.L.D.! But no, they didn’t find me! Your presence attracted HYDRA! That’s why I turned into this! So I should be saying thank you, Wanda.” Your fist hit the floor. The cement broke underneath you two; rattling the entire building. The floor turned into a wave hitting Wanda’s feet, throwing her through the wall.

“Bye, bye detka.” You caught your breath running over to Stephen, watching him step into another universe.

You stepped into the sparkly hole following after him. “You don’t stop do you Y/n?” He turned, feeling the floor move like a treadmill. You balanced your body calmly making sure to check your surroundings. “Well hey, I learnt it from the best. The infamous ‘Scarlet Witch’! What a joke! I thought you guys were the good guys here. I thought you were good. Why would you want to be paired with her if you knew what she did to me!?” The floor stopped moving, you took this opportunity to face Strange.

“Y/n. It’s not that easy. You’re letting your anger get the best of you. You need to leave it’s not safe for any magic user let alone a new-tech super soldier such as yourself.” His tone was uneasy looking up at the sky turning a different colour, as is if the galaxy passed you by.

“What the fuck does that mean huh Strange? How’s it not so easy for you huh? You had a shit ton of choices! Spider-boy, the guy with the metal arm and a goddamn Asgardian with a beer gut! But no, you had to choose the rapist!”

You felt something you haven’t felt in a long time. You couldn’t remember the last you had this feeling. It wasn’t anger but it wasn’t sadness either. It was a mixture. You haven’t cried in almost a year. Your eyes started to swell up making your vision blurry. You had to stop.

“Y/n. Please understand Wanda has, or should I say had the best intentions. Really, she truly did. Though losing Vision and her children made everything good and bad out of balance. It’s cloudy for her in that mind of hers. I asked her to help me in the multiverse, the darkhold, and her chaos magic took control of her. The variants of her traumatized her.” Your tears pooled around your eyes rushing down falling straight down to your boots.

“Don’t. You. Tell. Me. Who’s traumatized here, Stephen! She had to battle with other enhanced superhero beings! I was normal! You will never! Never! Know how it felt having no control! No, say! You all had powers. I didn’t at the time!” Your fist connected to Strange's chest flying him back a couple of feet.

“I know you are very upset Y/n. You have every right but, you cannot punch your way through your pain. Hurting her and I won’t help you. She still cares for you. It doesn’t seem like it now, but she loves you.” He stayed still on the ground as you stormed over him.

“Well Stephen, you weren’t there. Plus, you won’t be around to see the aftermath.” You bent over ripping off his talisman around his neck. You stored the eye in your pocket walking towards the portal back to your universe. “Bye, bye Doctor. Have fun in hell.”

The center of the necklace glowed green in your pocket closing the portal behind you.

“And Zemo said this would be hard.” The room was destroyed. You left your mark alright. No sign of Wanda to be found. You honestly thought she would’ve given you another good fight. Maybe were stronger than you thought until you made it outside.

Wanda stood in front of you furiously. “Now you have really pissed me off this time detka.” She got ahold of your sides flying you both into the air.

“Great we’re on the same page.” You swung your head back headbutting your forehead to hers. She groaned clenching her face. Her hands got loose, you kicked your knee to Wanda’s stomach drifting her back. You fell straight down landing on your feet rolling down a hill. The contact to the grass left a crater where you landed. “Fuck! That’s gonna leave a bruise.” You rolled onto your back noticing the red flare in the sky getting closer. “Awe shit!” You hurried back onto your feet rushing through a field.

The field was high grass and wheat coming to your hips.

“Fuck, where is she?” You looked around the field only seeing the grass intertwining in the wind. You sat down completely hiding. You saw your shoulder had a hole in your black suit, your skin was burnt with a little blood rushing to the surface. You were too distracted by your injury that you didn’t realize Wanda was behind you looking over you. You let a little sigh of relief finally calming down. Your head felt a sharp sensation moving briskly moving along your scalp. It was nails, Wanda’s nails. You froze, your body tensed up. You straightened your back ready to leap your way out of the situation when her grip tightened around the strands of your hair pulling you up her chest.

“You run, I swear to god I’ll bury you where you stand.” Wanda spat angrily, her body radiated heat profusely against yours. She was out of breath trying to remain some sort of composure.

“That’s not your forte Wanda.” You cocked your head, grazing your lips softly on Wanda’s cheek. Wanda threw your head forward lunging your body to the dirt.

“A lot had changed Y/n. I’m different. You are too, but my love for you hasn’t changed. Give me Strange’s talisman back and I’ll forget this ever happened between us. I’ll forgive you for giving me this huge fucking welt on my forehead and you can do the same if you so choose.” She stepped on top of you pressing her knee to your spine. The same spot she broke. It stung remembering who did all this pain. Deep down it felt amazing in some sick way. To feel her touch again. Her warmth. Your face was pressed firmly on the fresh soil.

"You want me to forget our little fight? Or do you want me to forget you throwing me down on my couch like this-.." Your arm hooked onto Wanda's thigh not on you, flipping her on the ground. Pinning her hands above her head. "Or did you want me to forget how you ripped my clothes off me like this-" Your hand pulled Wanda's pants down to her ankles.

"I didn't do this to you Y/n! I'd never do this to you!" Her sweat beat down from her forehead. Her eyes kept darting down to where your other hand was wondering, meeting your gaze.

"Do you put yourself in your little spell too or are you just this hard-headed all the fucking time?! Stop playing dumb! You know what you did to me! Remember Wanda? Remember what you said? You needed this! So it's my turn princess. It's time to get what I've always wanted! A taste of what you did to me." Your hand stroked the side of her face pushing her crown off her head falling behind her. Your body pulled further down to her level connecting her lips to yours. Wanda's lips were soft. You both glided together so smoothly. Her tension faded for a second.

You both gasped for air having both warmth on each other. "So you think fucking me in this field will even the score?" Your hand traced along her panties feeling her tension build up again.

"Pretty much. You let me have you, and I'll give you the green necklace thingy back. My boss won't like it but I'll enjoy it way better than pay raise." The tips of your fingers slid into the cotton that sent a jolt throughout Wanda. You must have been not paying attention to the fact Wanda had one hand free, latching around your throat. You choked trying to swallow.

"Tell me you love me. I mean it this time. Tell me you really love me and I'll let you do whatever you want with me." Her forehead stuck onto yours. Her eyes were staring deep into yours. No mind games, no manipulation. Just Wanda Maximoff, being herself. Her vulnerable self. Wanda's eyes sparkled, not because of sweat but because of tears forming in her eyes.

The eyes you originally fell in love with when you first met. They were still the same. The same Wanda was in there somewhere. Just lost.

"Yes Wanda, I love you." The lump in your throat was getting bigger once Wanda's grip tightened.

"Do you mean it babygirl?" It's been a long time since you've heard Wanda call you that. You missed it. You would never admit that to her, however. You'd never let Wanda have that satisfaction.

"Yes Wands, I mean it." You grinned only letting one side of your face show it. All of Wanda's tears streamed down her face.

"Then do it then, do it Y/n." Her grip lessened. Though, you still felt her around your neck. It was throbbing, it felt as though your heart was in your throat. Her fingertips glided across where her hand rested, every little touch felt like a feather touching your skin.

With no hesitation, you clawed her red cotton panties down past her kneecaps. You let go of her hand, using your free hand to push away her hair from her face. She used both of her hands to drape around your head to pull you closer to her. She planted little kisses along with your neck, her breath burned with every little gasp she made.

Wanda was waiting for you for a long time, you could tell by how sensitive she was. How wet she was. You didn't have to go very far to feel that, her clit bulged under your fingertip as you dragged along. You felt her facial expressions against your shoulder, her nose scrunched up letting out a high-pitched moan. "Fuck...y/n..." You slid your fingers through her folds slipping ever so slightly in her center. Your other hand ran along her back trying to pry her head away from your body, to see her face.

"I love the way you say my name." You felt like you had to whisper when you two were the only ones in the field.

"I bet you would...now, stop teasing me. Actually, fuck me as you planned." Her eyes became stern, groaning under her breath. You stopped touching her pushing her back firmly to the ground. She gave out a little squeak, as she tried to catch her breath.

"Who the hell is in charge here huh? Cause last time I checked it's me." Your body hovered over Wanda drifting your hands down, hugging either side of her hip bones.

"If you weren't such a pussy then you'd already be fucking me by now." She laughed not-breaking contact with you. "That's why it was so easy for me to fuck you the first time." You couldn't tell if she wanted to get a rise out of you, or if she was just in the moment. All you could tell was it made you pissed, made you determined to show her what you wanted to her since your last encounter.

"Fine. I was trying to take my time, but fuck it. You wanna go, let's go." You cracked Wanda's thighs wide open. Her opening was glistening, it was inviting. You didn't wait for now time to continue what you first started.

You slipped your middle finger in her center, the feeling was soft in your hand. Wanda bit her bottom lip, looking down watching what you were doing to her. She breathed deeply trying to suppress a loud moan coming. You couldn't take it any longer, just watching her wiggle around because of what you were doing to her.

'Could you imagine how she would react to your mouth instead of fingers?' You thought to yourself. She was starting to twitch, you could tell you had some more time.

You pulled your fingers out of Wanda's center, you brought it up to your lips letting your tongue clean the mess. The taste was so sweet, like cherries. You were in awe. You could not wait. Neither could Wanda. She moved her body lower letting her pussy touch your suit in your pelvis. Wanda bucked her hips not wanting to wait.

"Now who's begging Wanda." You chuckled to yourself bending down on your knees. You looked up at Wanda staring from her pelvic bone. Her eyes flickered red, grinning ear to ear. "I will only beg for you Y/n-..." You interrupted her by finally going down on her. Sweet cherries flooded your mouth. The tip of your tongue pressed on her clit roughly. She finally let out all of her emotions gripping your hair. Your scalp burned to have Wanda's nails run through it.

"Fuck! Oh-oh, my god! Go faster! Please!" Her moans became choppy, Wanda was trying hard to talk but all she could do was control her breathing.

As she asks you will give. Your tongue increased in pace, moving in every direction. Wanda's body was melting, she was boiling. She let go of your head, using her hands to touch along her torso; arching her spine. "Keep going! I'm going to cum!" You smirked slipping your tongue deep into her wet middle.

"You must've missed me a lot if you're cumming this quick!" Your two fingers slid into her without ease as you continuously licked Wanda's clit. Her moan turned into a scream going through all the sensations.

"Urgh! Fuck off for a minute Y/n! Just...make me-..cum!" Her back arched again trying to prompt herself on her elbows. She finally adjusted herself sitting up. Strands of her hair stuck to her face beaming in sweat. You latched on your arm around her thigh moving her towards her. She began to grind your face as your fingers were still moving. With every move Wanda's body twitched stronger, making her thighs vibrate against the side of your face.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Y/n I'm going to cum!!" Wanda fell back onto the soil, screaming in pleasure. You held on not giving up until she's kicking you off.

You tasted like her, you could smell Wanda on you. Wanda tilted her head to one side looking firmly into your eyes. You got up stretching your legs, finding Wanda's panties in the tall grass behind you. "Here. I think you were looking for these." You threw it over to her catching it in her mist.

"No Y/n. This wasn't what I was I look for." Wanda caught her breath standing up and putting her panties on. She bent down pulling her leather black pants up watching you move around her. "Then what are you looking for then?" You stumbled standing in front of her, you zipped the rest of your suit not showing off anything you don't have. "I gave you everything you wanted Wanda. What else do you want now?" You went to lean in for a kiss when her red mist hit a barricade.

"Y/n. You made me a promise, you give me the Eye of Agamotto and I let you have me. I held up my bargain. It's your turn." Wanda flicked her wrist attaching a ring of red mist around your throat.

"I'm sorry cupcake. What was it you said to me in Amsterdam? Oh right, we don't always get what we want." You put your hand in front of her lightly pushing her back. "I thought you love me Y/n! You promised! I actually love you!!" Her red mist floated everywhere burning the field.

"I do love you Wands. Honestly, I have a job to do. I can't drop my job or else Zemo will have my head! He won't stop with me." Wanda's mist calmed down seeing more tears fall.

"You leave Zemo up to me if that happens. Just give me the eye, or we both have bigger issues than Baron Zemo." Wanda held her hand out waiting for the necklace. You were about to give her the necklace from your pocket until you both heard a loud noise. Behind the trees came Zemos guys in the helicopter who were waiting for me.

"Red! We gotta go! The authorities are coming in hot! Move your ass!" One of the hitmen throws you a rope to climb up the helicopter.

"Come with me, Wanda. I don't want you to get arrested." Wanda's hand was still out, so you grabbed her hand pulling her near the rope.

"No Y/n, give the necklace! I've gotten better, the darkhold doesn't control me anymore! I'm not evil! Go ahead! Turn your back on me! If you don't want to give me the talisman then I know you don't love me. You just wanted to even the fuck score! Everyone either dies or does that to me! I thought you were different! But I guess I was wrong! You're just like everyone else! Have fun in hell Y/n!" Wanda pulled back walking away. She flew up into the air soaring a couple of feet, landing near an entrance to the woods.

You climbed up the rope seeing her feet touch the ground. The red little light stopped in her tracks. You hopped into the helicopter not taking your eyes off Wanda. You noticed as the helicopter got closer to the woods, you realized why Wanda stopped. She was surrounded by the police or S.H.E.I.L.D.

You felt like shit. It was either steal from Doctor Strange or hide with Wanda for the rest of your life. You can't hide your love for her forever. You have to save Wanda, but you also have to get out of this debt with Zemo. You frankly had no clue what to do at this point.

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Since I'm in love with your writings and your taste in reading too. I know that your favorite is Brother's best friend or Best friend's brother, I would like for you to recommend me some of them please ❤️❤️🙏

꧁Brother’s Best Friend꧂

Clandestine by @junghelioseok is fantastic. Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader’s slightly younger brother. He’s sexy and charismatic and DEFINITELY knows what he wants. The growth of his (clandestine) connection with the reader is utterly delicious. This one made me laugh and swoon.

Guarded by @xjoonchildx is basically legendary in my book. The lady in this story is not only Hoseok’s best friend’s sister—she is also his BOSS’s sister and by boss I mean mafia. This is the first installment in Ana’s amazing Rap Line Mafia Universe and it delivers on every level. Hoseok is tasked with protecting the boss’s sister after she is being threatened by sinister forces unknown and sparks fly.

Plums and Melons by @winetae is THAT FIC. The fic I just daydream about sometimes. It’s a fic about two people caught hard in eachother’s gravity. It’s so sexy and cerebral and the main characters are so hot. Jimin is just a guy trying to live his life, but whatever is brewing between him and his best friend’s sister is driving him insane. He wants to be a good guy, but she just isn’t playing fair.

Are You Sure? by @cutechim is such a swoon-worthy and touching piece of wonderful. I tell you I was MOVED. This is beautiful and emotional and EXTREMELY satisfying. Taehyung’s best friend has a sister who he has always secretly adored. When she comes to him and asks for some intimate experience, he isn’t strong enough to say no—not when she’s everything he ever wanted.

Drivers License and Detour by @gyukult is sweet and tender and just a fantastic coming of age story. The reader has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Park Jimin, for almost all of her youth... but what is going on in his head?It’s a tender story that really warms the heart. AND I am happy there is more coming. I would read about these two all day. She published the second part and oh my gosh it’s so incredibly perfect I could scream. This was just such a beautiful journey every step of the way.

Milestone by @1kook is probably one of the first brother’s best friend BTS fics I read and it is amazing. I adore it so much. Because Jungkook is your brother’s best friend he is there for every milestone in your life. But you’ve both grown up now and neither of you are kids anymore. It’s hot. Like really hot. Dialogue and set up are so sharp and fast paced I really loved every second.

Young God by @njssi is scorching hot smut with complicated feelings and warm revelations. You think it’s going somewhere and then it goes somewhere else and honestly it is so awesome the whole time. Jungkook was always your brother’s sweet little friend, but he’s returned determined to show you that he is all grown up.

Tease by @caiuscassiuss floored me. I loved it so much! I spent the whole story just squealing happily about everything. This story has it all. It’s scorching hot. It’s enemies-to-lovers. It’s Taehyung. Jungkook’s sister and Kim Taehyung do not get along AT all—so she decides to bring him to his knees by making him desperate for her. It’s a wild and completely awesome ride.

Wasabi by @ironicarmy is a classic. Hobi is a bad boy that Namjoon vehemently refuses to let near his precious baby sister. But love is too strong a force and soon Hobi and the clever object of his desire decide that some things are worth fighting for. It’s a really sweet story of facing challenges and relying on the people you love. Warm and fuzzy feelings abound, but it’s also super hot.

Forbidden by @btssmutgalore is a masterwork blueprint for this trope. Hobi is a carefree player who falls brutally for Taehyung’s sister. They two of them eventually give in to a VERY steamy series of secret encounters and feelings get very involved. This is hot, suspenseful, and emotionally satisfying. Excellent characterizations as well.

Prohibido by @personasintro is an office AU with a twist. Namjoon is not only her brother’s best friend, he is also her boss and the two of them have incredible chemistry. Watching them pretend that they’re not insanely attracted to each other is so endearing and hot. Reader is convinced her feelings are one-sided. It’s lovely and fun. Definitely a slow burn, but worth it.

Strawberry Kisses by @kimnjss is a fic that I devoured in one sitting and then re-read again immediately. Jeon Jungkook is a player who matches with a girl on a dating app and has no idea she is the sister of his revered mentor and close friend, Min Yoongi. I laughed. I cried. I GASPED OUT LOUD a bunch. It was a whole thing. This is a hybrid social media/written AU and it’s pretty much perfect.

Tempestuous by @ppersonna is so special to me because it was written at the very beginning of my friendship with Lindy. She was looking for requests and I was quick to request my favorite trope. Lindy is bae now and this fic she wrote is marvelous. You are forced to spend the weekend in the same house with your sexy arch-rival Taehyung who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend. Naturally snarky hotness ensues.

Off Limits @floralseokjin is basically a famous entry when it comes to this trope. It’s a Jin fic and Miss Jordan writes EXQUISITE Jin characterizations. There is a hint of mistaken (or unknown) identity in this one which makes it even more fun. Sparks fly between you and a devilishly charming Kim Seokjin at a party. You don’t find out until later who he really is—and why he’s off limits.

And finally I’ll recommend my own Brother’s Best Friend fic All I Want for Christmas is You featuring a charming Taehyung who falls for Jimin’s sister. Jimin basically blackmails his best friend into escorting his sister to several holiday galas. Tae and Jimin’s sister have never gotten along, but they soon discover (through multiple pranks and mishaps) that love (and desire) are out of their control.

Not Your Fairytale by @yeojaa is incredibly sweet and tender. Erin really does emotion so well and her Yoongi characterization is honestly so nuanced and brilliant. This story is about a girl who had her heart broken and instead of canceling the cake tasting she scheduled with her philandering ex-fiancé, she wrangles the tsundere best friend of her brother to pretend to be him.

Brother’s Best Friend by @bts-hyperfixation is a short and sweet moment between two people who have been fighting their attraction for each other. It is so hot and delicious I tell you. You’re in trouble and the person you call is probably the person you shouldn’t—but you aren’t the only one willing to take a risk tonight.

Off Limits by @kaddiiction will break your heart and put it back together again. This one was recommended to me by a reader and I cannot thank them enough. It is fantastic. Jimin is a player but he crosses the line when he begins a liaison with his best friend’s sister. Still there is far more to this situation—and Jimin—than meets the eye.

꧁Best Friend’s Brother꧂

Orectic by @gimmesumsuga is one of my favorite fics of all time. It is a hybrid fic where the reader is a cat hybrid and Hoseok is the brother of her best friend who comes to stay with her while her bestie is away... It is so tender yet SO HOT. I’m telling you I cannot even keep count of how many times I have read it.

Theophany by @ilikemesometaetaes was a JOURNEY. It made me so emotional. Like the story centers around art a lot, but let me tell you, this fic IS art. Jimin is just the man of my whole dreams in this piece as the brother of a former best friend with an irresistible allure. It is a coming of age story with the most beautiful twist. AND THE LOVE SCENE—oh my gosh I screamed it was so good. This story is just so so good.

Run by @neonlights92 is Jungkook’s story in the mafia universe I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH. You don’t have to read the whole series to understand it (BUT YOU SHOULD). This is best friend’s brother meets arranged marriage and honestly it’s fantastic. Jungkook doesn’t do love and affection and being forced into an arranged marriage with his sister’s friend who has always had a crush on him is just a blow to his freedom... or is she? GAH! This story—like all the stories in this universe—is superb.

The Magic to Happiness by @readyplayerhobi is a best friend’s brother meets teachers AU meets Hogwarts AU. Now... all of those are top tier tropes so finding them together is like winning the lottery. Hobi was once just a skinny kid who had obvious heart eyes for you (his sister’s best friend) but now he’s tall and confident and really attractive. The magic of this story is evident in every word of the sweet relationship that blooms between these two.

Problem with You by @monvante is so sweet and kind of hilarious. I giggled so much! Jungkook is your best friend’s brother and he is kind of too perfect and too handsome and he’s always around and you hate him and he hates you... Right? When you cross paths with the infuriating Jeon Jungkook at your best friend’s wedding, you discover that you may have been wrong about a great many things.

Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine by @ktheist is so so SO fabulous. I was obsessed with this (now complete) series from the very first installment. You and Tae are besties who have know each other since you were little kids, but lately Tae’s older brother Jin has been lookin mighty fine. Just how far can you push him till he breaks. And if he breaks.... what then?

This list is BY NO MEANS exhaustive. I just used it to compile some of my FAVORITES in this particular trope.

➪ IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND FICS I SHOULD CHECK OUT PLEASE COMMENT (seriously please I love this trope so much) AND I WILL ADD THEM TO THIS LIST.

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