#wish i knew what i was gonna do with this

[allertonhoe]

duking it out - rafe cameron (18+)

summary: when you almost get robbed after a night out, your best friend insists you learn some self-defence from her older brother, who happens to own a gym. you also can't stand each other, but what happens when the two of you are left to your own devices.

content warnings: original afab!reader, obx!universe, enemies to lovers, best friends brother, boxer!rafe, use of petnames (princess, baby), 18+ MDNI - smut, dom!rafe, dirty talk, fingering, spanking, unprotected p in v, minor use of restraint, mirror sex, reader hurts herself/blood tw, mentions of getting robbed/jumped (not by rafe lol), mentions of guns/pepper spray, angsty af

length: 4.2k words

"Will you at least promise me you'll consider it?"

"Sarah, no. I'm not-"

"You almost got mugged. It would give me some peace of mind." she disputes once again, looking at you wearily.

She wasn't exactly wrong. It was a few weeks back while you were walking through Figure 8 on your way home from another wild kegger on the beach. And in the early hours of the morning, the sun having barely risen, some masked Pogue took the opportunity to ambush you.

Luckily, you carried pepper spray on you for this specific reason, blasting it in the culprit's face and sprinting back to your place as fast as you could. But according to your best friend, you should be a bit more prepared if you ever ended up in worse circumstances, god forbid.

"Rafe!" she calls through the house, marching towards the kitchen without even checking to see if you were following. "Can you help me out with this?"

"What are you talking about?" he quizzes, scrunching his face in confusion.

"She doesn't think she needs to learn any self-defense." Sarah clarifies, earning a judgmental scoff from the older boy.

"That's fucking stupid." he corroborates, causing you to glare at him.

"Don't call me stupid." you pout, wishing your well-meaning best friend hadn't dragged her overbearing brother into another one of your predicaments.

Saying you and Rafe didn't get along was an understatement. You couldn't stand him. He was arrogant, and rude, and just completely unbearable. You didn't know how someone as kind and bubbly as Sarah was related to such a nightmare. And along with his dreadful personality, he had a bit of a bad reputation around the island.

Rumours swirled about how he'd been involved in shady business deals or that he was entangled with one of the island's most infamous and menacing gangs. Having gotten into his fair share of fights in high school, which led you back to why you were having this conversation in the first place.

"What? Would you rather I lied?" he taunts, unscrewing the cap of whatever sports drink he was holding and taking a sip.

"Enough." Sarah referees. "Besides, you told me you'd help."

"That was before I knew who it was." he antagonizes, not even sparing you a glance.

"Yeah. As much as I'd love an excuse to punch Rafe, I'll have to pass." you acknowledge in a rare moment of compromise.

"Didn't know you liked it rough," he insinuates, rolling your eyes at the innuendo.

"Please." Sarah turns back to you in a pleading manner. "Just some basic stuff. I just want to make sure you don't find yourself in a vulnerable situation again. I hate to agree with him, but it is stupid to turn down learning from, like, one of the best trainers on the island."

Rafe decided after high school that he'd channel his fury and aggressive energy into something more productive, opening his gym up a few years back. And unfortunately, you knew she was probably right. The boxing studio having become one of the hottest spots to work out in Figure 8.

"Don't look so excited, princess. A lot of girls would be jumping at the chance to get free coaching from me." he quips.

"You're not gonna drop this?" you purse your lips at Sarah, her agitation not easing at all. "Fine. Whatever."

"No, if we're doing this, we're doing it my way. My gym." Rafe interjects. "You're gonna be there tomorrow morning at 8. You're gonna come, you're gonna listen to what I tell you, and you're not gonna act like a brat because I'm doing this as a favor for Sarah. Got it?"

With a hesitant nod, the session was set for the next day to your contempt. You were met by the sound of grunts and rustling chains when you entered the facility, finding Rafe at the far side of the room battering a punching bag. Too focused to realize you'd walked in, giving you the opportunity to get a proper look at him.

He wore a fitted white tank and basketball shorts, his sun-kissed skin coated in a thin layer of sweat. His toned arms on full display for you to admire as they tensed every time he hit the cushioned equipment. His signature grimace settled on his features as he beat the hung-up gear like it was personal.

"Fuck," he curses, alarmed once he detected your presence. "Sorry. Have you been here long?" He shrugs off, going for a swig of water.

"Just a minute," you reveal, stepping further into the building, almost feeling as though you weren't supposed to be there.

"Is, uh, that what you're wearing, or were you gonna change?" he surveys, taking in the tight leggings and crop top that clung to you. You shook your head at his question, neither of you knowing how to proceed cordially.

"You don't have to do this, by the way," you mention, giving him one last out.

"Huh?"

"I get you're doing this for Sarah. I can tell her you did if you'd just rather I go..." you offer.

"What? Already trying to run?" he solicits, the typical friction between you arising once again. "I don't mind," he reinforces, relieving some of your apprehension. 

He advised that you stretch a bit first, reluctantly following his lead as he got into what you were sure was his standard routine, somewhat hopeless yourself when it came to working out. An R&B track playing lightly over the speakers, filling the uncomfortable quiet that hung between you two.

You found yourself fixed on Rafe longer than usual, blaming it on the fact that you were trying to mimic his agile movements. There was no denying he was attractive, another trait you found particularly irritating, but seeing him in his element gave you a whole new perspective. He looked incredibly chiseled, a stark contrast to the usual sight of him in shirts that hid his arms, noticing how swole his biceps were with every flex of his.

Once you were finished warming up, he led you towards the practice ring that sat at the back of the gym. Tossing you a pair of boxing gloves and discarding his tank to the side prior to ushering you onto the canvas. Circling the perimeter like he was a shark targeting his prey.

"Are you gonna walk around and stare at me all day, or actually teach me something useful?" you sassed, making him to stop in his tracks with a hardened expression. "I don't have all day, Rafe."

"What happened again?"

"I was, uh, walking home from that party on the beach a few weeks back, and some kid jumped out at me on my way home and tried taking my shit." you recount, Rafe frowning at the story.

"Have you ever learned any self-defense?" he inquires.

"Yeah, I pepper sprayed him and ran the fuck home." you explain, making him snicker.

"And when you don't have that on you?"

"I don't know. My keys? A gun?"

"A gun?" he remarks, amused by your answer.

"Yeah. I could get one of those small ones."

"Sounds like a solid plan, princess."

"I swear, if you're just gonna piss me off-"

"I told you when we agreed to this you can't stand around and bitch at me the entire time." he recalls, not appearing too impressed.

"Then teach me something."

"Fine, let's work on your reaction time."

"My reaction time is fine. I did fight him off." you refute, tired of the constant belittling.

"And how big was this guy? Was he 6'5 and huge, or some shrimpy Pogue that wasn't much taller than you?" he challenges, startled at how accurate the latter description was of your attacker. "You might not get that lucky next time around."

You let him take over from there, watching as he continued walking around the platform menacingly, almost sizing you up in a way. Like you were playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Like there was a hint of something almost suggestive hanging in the air between you.

In any other scenario, you probably would've laughed at how he was stalking towards you. Abruptly diving out to snatch you from the side, making you whip around and instinctively throwing your hands in front of you. Not giving him a chance to grab you properly. Seeming satisfied with your efforts, he stepped back to the edge of the ring to launch into the  next drill.

It all happened so fast. He rushed towards you from behind, your initial impulse being to turn and lunge the other way, not realizing your shoelace had untied. You were in the air for a few seconds, tripping face-first into the mats. An ache immediately rising as you peeled yourself off the floor, almost missing how Rafe was at your side without delay, concern etched on his features.

"Shit."

He scanned you for injuries, quick to fuss over your condition while you were just trying to adjust to his sudden worry towards you. As you caught your breath, it hitched again when he reached out and held your cheek. Growing nervous when you saw his focus drift to your mouth.

"You're bleeding..." he notes, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip. "Don't move."

He dashed over to snag the first-aid kit and hurried back over, chucking it on the ground beside you. Taking your wrists and unfastening the padded protection covering your fists, doing the same with the other. He searched through the small bag, ripping open an antiseptic wipe as he assessed the wound.

"Sit down." he requested, complying to his instruction since you didn't want to cause any more unnecessary chaos. "Does it hurt?"

"Uh, no..." you trail off.

"This might sting..." he tells you as he brought the damp cloth to the cut, instantly hissing at the tender sensation despite his warning. "Sorry," he murmurs remorsefully.

"Don't apologize. It was my fault."

"No, it wasn't. You tripped." he reassures dismissively, letting the conversation die rather than feud over it.

The dynamic between you and Rafe was contentious, the two of you always bickering and getting under each other's skin. However, that wasn't the energy you were feeling right now. If anything, it felt a bit charged. Not missing the way his devious smirk reemerged on his lips as he cleaned the gash, the prolonged silence only making you more uneasy.

"What?"

"Only you would manage to get hurt when I'm trying to teach you how to protect yourself." he patronizes, snickering to himself.

You tore yourself out of his grasp, touching the bloody spot and deciding you'd just handle it yourself in the bathroom. Not in the mood to deal with whatever mind games he was playing at. His reflexes were still quicker than yours as he blocked you from getting up.

"Stop being difficult and just let me," he asserts. Not anticipating for him to take your chin to halt your tantrum, his face just a few inches from yours. "Please."

His glance flickered between your eyes and mouth, noting a shift in his expression—one you'd never seen before. Keeping your own on anything but him, no longer able to trust yourself to not do something you know you'll regret. Finding yourself softening under his wary gaze, against your better judgment.

"Why are you helping me?" you finally decide to ask him, the question coming out almost sheepishly.

"Seriously?" he replies, almost seeming offended. "Other than the fact that I was genuinely trying to do you a favour and show you how to defend yourself, and you ended up with a busted lip instead? Maybe I'm just not as much of an asshole as you'd like to believe."

"Wow, and they say chivalry is dead." you feign, falling back into your usual banter.

"Would it really kill you to just be nice to me for a few minutes?" he comments sarcastically, not giving you much room to argue.

"Thanks, I guess." you concede, his signature grin reappearing.

"Sorry, I missed that." he exaggerates, turning his ear towards you to repeat yourself.

"You're such a pain in the ass." you grumble, crossing your arms. "Thank you."

He finished treating the wound, squeezing out some healing cream onto his finger and brushing it across the sensitive area. Your lips parting at the intimate gesture, your eyelids fluttering shut. Keeping them closed to avoid facing the bitter truth that you didn't totally hate being in this compromising position with Rafe.

"At least now you got some battle scars, so no more thugs will mess with you." he declares.

"You can't help yourself." you scold.

"What? I'm just fucking around." he averts, thrown off by your change in demeanor.

"That's the thing with you, Rafe. Do you take anything seriously?" you proclaim, jumping back to your feet and fiddling to shove the gloves back on.

"Yes?"

"You're stubborn and aggravating, and always fuckingaround. You definitely don't take me seriously-"

"What are you even talking about?"

"That's the whole reason I'm here, right? Another free pass so you can give me shit?" you blindly accuse, temper flaring.

"Fuck, do you ever shut up?" he seethes in frustration, caging you in against the ropes as he towered over your figure.

"Move," you demand, nudging the barrier he'd created around you.

"Calm down," he urges you, as if his domineering stance wasn't partially to blame for your distress.

"Rafe," you huff, trying to escape his scrutiny when he suddenly placed his hands on your shoulders and pinned you back.

"I said calm down." he reiterates.

His piercing glare acted like another physical restraint, simultaneously making you confront the conflicting desires you'd suppressed towards him for years. It was just the easier choice—not wanting to involve yourself with someone so unpredictable or cross the boundary that was your best friend's older brother.

"Why don't you think I take you seriously?" he investigates, surprised that was what he'd hung onto from your rant.

"Are you kidding me right now?" you counter. "You've never been nice to me since I became friends with Sarah."

"Only because you're a fucking know-it-all," he contends, recognizing the teasing in his voice. "Do you think I'd do this for any of the other clowns Sarah hangs around?"

You didn't know what to say to that, trying not to focus on certain details throughout the years. How he'd always been more impartial to you compared to the rest of the group you were usually with. Assuming the pleasantries he'd occasionally throw your way were just another attempt to get on your nerves.

"You make it so easy to rile you up, princess." he remarks, taking the large gloves that were acting like a barrier between you and slipping them off your hands. "And don't try to tell me you don't like it either."

"I... I don't." you falter.

He took your chin and turned you back towards him, but this time there was no reason for it—caressing your jaw and studying you like some priceless piece of art. It was unsettling, the speed at which he was able to switch from tough and threatening to gentle and vigilant. Knowing you'd never seen this side of him in all the years you'd known his sister.

"Try again." he mutters, not letting you get away so fast.

"I don't, Rafe." you insist, trying to keep your tone steady but still lacking conviction—just enough to give you away.

"Then why haven't you pushed me off yet?" he boasts.

"I-" you stutter, considering your next words carefully. "You still haven't taught me shit." you maintain, knowing your response was weak as it came out.

"What's got you so quiet, hm?" he interrogates, basking in your discomfort.

"You're insufferable, do you know that?"

"Maybe. But you still haven't moved."

That's when his lips grazed yours delicately, almost questioning if it was a hallucination. Only knowing it wasn't because of the dull ache from his direct contact on your fresh injury. His icy blue eyes meeting yours in challenge, as if he was daring you to take the inevitable next step. As if he was waiting for your permission.

It felt like you were hit by a tidal wave when you finally kissed him, the faint taste of blood reaching your senses but you were so absorbed by him to even care. Rafe using his tongue to soothe the ripped flesh as he slipped it into your mouth. All of your resistance towards him being disarmed as he kissed you like he'd been wanting to forever.

One of his hands snaked to the bottom of your scalp, threading through your hair; the other sliding to your lower back and pulling you against him. Cradling you to his large physique like he didn't want to let you stray too far, not that you wanted to. While his actions were just as meticulous as his teaching style had been earlier, his execution was still raw and impassioned.

"Are you gonna keep being difficult? Or are you gonna listen to me like a good girl?" he grills hoarsely.

"Are you gonna make it worth my while?" you retort smartly, not wanting to fully surrender control.

He just chuckled as he nestled his face into the crook of your neck, the sound making your stomach twist, something you weren't used to feeling in his presence. Extending your nape as he placed a sloppy peck on your skin, lingering to make sure he'd left a mark. The disdain you'd always held towards him now somehow coming off as charming.

"Relax," he cooed, squeezing your waist before yanking your top off.

He discarded the shirt elsewhere, kissing down your torso and along the waistband of your spandex. Hooking his thumbs into the stretchy fabric, peering up at you as he licked his lips, your heart racing in anticipation. Leaving you exposed and disheveled in the middle of the gym, resting on the ropes to find some sort of stability.

"Shit... Can't believe I've kept my hands to myself this long around you," he mused, skimming through your wetness.

"Please Rafe." you whisper, as if the hushed volume of your voice somehow made it all seem less legitimate.

"Can't hear you, princess." he goads, not tearing his gaze from you. You didn't want to give in to his endless provoking, but it was as if he was coaxing it right out of you.

"Rafe, please." you echo, anguish evident from your tone.

"That's it, baby..." he praises, letting two of his digits slip inside you without any warning. "You always this wet around me?"

You instantly melted into his touch, like you were a puppet and he knew the exact strings he needed to pull. Rafe taking advantage of your disoriented state and kissing you again fiercely, the hostility that had built over the years boiling over and getting channeled into your embrace. Grabbing your thigh and hooking it around his waist to give himself better access to you, bringing you into a deeper lust.

He added another finger, immediately giving away that your climax was close as you clenched around him. And then right when your pleasure was about to hit, he withdrew them. A choked whine leaving your throat as he brought them up to his mouth, not daring to tear his attention from you.

"What the fuck?" you protest breathlessly.

Without a word, he took your extended leg, scooping you up with ease and wrapping you around his frame. Bringing you to the middle of the ring and laying you on the ground, looming over you again as he stripped off his pants. Straddling your bottom half, leaving you dumbfounded by how big he was as he pumped himself a few times.

"Told you if you came here, we do this my way. Arms up," he instructs.

As you stretched them over your head, Rafe took both your wrists and held you down. Your heart racing when you realized what he was doing, squirming as you felt him drag himself between your puffy folds. Rocking against him to create any extra friction as he continued to tease you as much as he could, surely revenge for your coldness towards him over the years.

"What's wrong, baby?" he mocks. "Tell me what you want."

"Need you..." you divulge, being met with Rafe's condescending laugh at your pathetic plea.

"You've made that pretty obvious, but that's not gonna be enough right now." he specifies, knowing what he ultimately wanted to hear and too far gone to keep denying yourself of him.

"Please, Rafe. Need you to fuck me." you confess, shuddering when you felt his fat tip circle your core.

"You had a change of heart or something? Not used to you being so nice to me," he revels smugly. "But since you asked so nicely."

You gasped as he slowly buried himself into you, fluttering around him as soon as he sunk into you. Keeping his motions steady and unhurried on purpose, clearly holding back from outwardly demolishing you right away.

You were already close to your high from his initial build-up, falling back into your bliss as he picked up a consistent flow, trembling as he started playing with your swollen clit. The hand he'd bounded you with loosening the more he lost himself in the essence of you.

"Is that why you've always been such a brat? Wanted me to do something about it? Shut you up myself?" he spits.

You clutched his face as his lips found yours again, unable to conceal how enamored you'd become by him. Losing your composure as his hips snapped into you, gawking at how his cock disappeared with every plunge into you. His athletic figure overtaking you without difficulty, looking like he was some Adonis.

"Rafe, I-" you plead, too consumed to even tell him you were reaching your peak, not that he didn't pick up on it.

"Let it out," he grunts, his rhythm unrelentless.

Shockwaves surged through your system as you let out a loud cry, drenching him with your arousal. Rafe pecking across your collarbones and up your neck until he was back at your lips, swallowing every noise you made. The action much more tender than he'd been up until then.

"Turn over," he barks, barely straying from the kiss.

"W-what?" you stammer, still recovering from the first orgasm.

"You heard me. I'm not done with you yet." he reprimands, straightening his posture. "On your knees."

He nodded forward to emphasize his command, eagerly awaiting what he'd do next. Moaning when he pawed at your backside and yanked you closer, not refraining as his palm glided across the flesh. Only noticing that you were facing the row of mirrors that covered one of the walls as you peered up.

He started hammering into you from behind, his technique now rougher from his new angle. You soaked in his reflection, observing how his torso flexed with every thrust, only becoming more turned on by the lewd scene unfolding in the mirror. Drunk off the sensation of Rafe, already knowing this wouldn't be a one-time thing.

"I think I prefer you this way, princess." he purrs into your ear, smacking your ass one more time. "Too fucked out to open that big mouth of yours."

His movements got hastier, but he still managed to pound at angles he hadn't from your previous position. Gripping your waist roughly as he slammed into you, effortlessly hitting your g-spot with every grind of his hips. In disbelief that the man that was fucking you into oblivion was the same guy that you'd written off for so long.

"You gonna cum for me again?" he gloats, lowering his face to hover beside yours.

"Please, Rafe..." you beg, holding his piercing gaze in the mirror, his warmth radiating onto you.

"Who knew you were so damn polite?" he snides, striking your rear one last time. "Gonna let me ruin that pretty pussy?" he growls, mewling desperately at his filthy declaration.

With a few more pumps, he filled you with his own release, not stopping until he was fully satisfied. Coming undone again yourself as he pushed you back over your edge, the only sound filling the silent gym being heavy panting. Your head dropping in front of you as you caught your breath, whimpering when you felt him pull out.

Reality hit you like a ton of bricks as you finally registered what had just happened. Still clouded in your daze as he left featherlight pecks up your spine, doing your best to ignore the sweet gesture. Unsure how to even go forward, regret swiftly replacing your once insatiable hunger, blaming the moment on pure weakness.

"Hey," you hear Rafe utter, meeting his eyes through the reflection. "I can already see those cogs turning, baby..."

"I just..." you hesitate, trying to find the right thing to say when you'd barely processed what was going on.

"You just what, hm?" he drawls, turning your head towards him as he captured your lips with his.

"You're fucking trouble, Cameron." you mumble, giggling softly at the sudden turn of circumstances.

"What? You didn't enjoy your workout?" He implies shamelessly. "Don't act like you weren't into it. And don't think I'm letting you get away so easily either." He playfully accosts you, toppling onto his back and making you squeal as he pulled you back on top of him, passionately kissing you again.

note: suuper long, suuuper dirty 🤭 i wish i was exaggerating when i say ive been editing this for like a month omfg sos my brain is actually rotted lmao. hope you guys like it!! i'm trying to actually write more since i've been making a lot of short-form content sooo please be kind bc i'm still trying to find my bearings again lolol🙈

[ohmy-gojo]

'i just have to go, hey lets eat together! how hard can this be?'

"hey! give me you lunch!" sukuna barked at you

fml

you blinked. the whole class gasped in shock, was this the infamous thing where the delinquent steals a nerds lunch? they were at the edges of their seats

meanwhile sukuna wanted to hit himself. that was not what he wanted to say. every interaction with you only has him looking like a fool in front of you

the reason behind... whatever this was, is him wanting to get closer to you. unlike a normal human being going hi youre nice lets be friends he threatened you to give your lunch to him

"you give me your lunch and ill give you mine!" sukuna rephrased

"wha- wait, your lunch?" your eyes sparkled

heh.. gotcha sukuna thought to himself. he baited you right there, he knew that you knew his lunch was prepared by 5 star chefs.

"hey but wait.. why are you doing this?" you inquired, raising an eyebrow

sukuna furrowed his brows at you, acting like you offended him "because i want to! a dumbass like you should feel honored to share lunch with me, you ungrateful idiot."

"omg is this the enemies to lovers turning arc.." you mumbled

"the fuck are you talking about?!"

"AAAH okay dont make such a ruckus," you looked around you to see people heavily interested in whatever was going on between you two. "fine, ill exchange lunch with you. but.." you paused for quite some time, creating suspense. even the janitor was now invested to see what was happening

"the movie effect you think you are having is not happening!" sukuna busted you

you scoffed. "bru- i bought lunch money today, as in i will buy food." you sassily replied

ugh

"fine," sukuna nodded his head, "tomorrow. me and you. exchange lunch. got it?" he threatened asked you again

"i cant tomorrow either..." you adverted your eyes with a heavy sigh

"AARGH why now??!!" he shaked your shoulders

"tomorrow is sunday!"

sukunas forehead popped a vein.

monday finally came. everything happened normally but the whole class- even the teachers and janitors were anticipating something

the lunch exchange event between ryomen sukuna and y/n.

everyone was peering at the the duo, not even trying to be discreet. it was okay though, sukuna was satisfied. this way everyone will know you are off limits

lunch bell finally rang. sukuna patted your shoulder and you looked at him with a huge smile. he wanted to squeeze his chest badly. he glared at you "i hope you didnt forget our promise you idiot."

"of course not!" you gave him a closed eye smile

"uhuh," as much as sukuna found your smile cute, he found it a little- what was the word you always say- sus

"we are having lunch here." he declared

"oh but i would suggest the rooftop,"

honestly sukuna would prefer that himself but he needed everyone to know that youre his

he cleared his throat, "no. here."

"well.. wherever you wish." you smiled again

everyone was intrigued to see what was gonna happen next. so students who originally planned to eat in the cafeteria or generally outside the classroom were still inside. there should be some witness in case sukuna decided to maul you for not making the lunch properly (they actually dgaf, just want to witness the tea). though you certainly dont look bothered at all

sukuna grabbed his chair and placed it in front of your desk. he then placed his lunch box, a bit larger sized than the usual in the desk "my lunch." he said proudly at your look of amazement

"oh wow, thats a lot.." you said amazed

"well," he smirked "for me its the usual but for a simpleton like you i guess this is probably grand."

"fine anyways! lets eat." you honestly couldnt care less about what he was bluffing about now that theres such a grand meal in front of you

sukuna smirked again at your excitement which he actually found cute. if only you were his girlfriend, he wouldve made sure that you eat food like this for breakfast and dinner too. which then made him annoyed how youre not his girlfriend yet and flick your forehead

"whaff???" you asked, mouth stuffed with onigiris

"idiot."

you rolled you eyes at him. he then proceeded to open the lunch you claimed to make. he could tell by the aroma that it tasted good. everyone held their breath in anticipation at what you could possibly make to appease the mighty ryomen sukuna, as he opened the lid of the lunch box slowly

the well known and strong, ryomen sukuna, whos known for his rough personality, intimidating aura and authoritative presence

one who everyone knows to steer clear away and not mess with

opened his lunch

that revealed

a hello kitty themed lunch.

with everything dyed pink.

sukuna gawked at you. everyone else's jaws were on the floor at your bravery- or stupidity. they were now planning a funeral for you

"what the fuck is this??!!"

"you dont like?" you held a sad expression. though sukuna could clearly see that you were holding your laugh. oh he figured you out, you were trying to humiliate him. he squinted his eyes at you. normally hed be fucking furious but now though

he was.. glad. this means you feel close to him right?

and he also refused to let you humiliate him. hes not gonna let you feel the satisfaction of embarrassing him

so he picked his chopsticks and ate the food you made, without breaking eye contact. like a man.

you were actually shocked. then laughed heartily "you absolute madlad!"

even though you didnt initially find him interesting, you couldnt deny the chad vibes he was radiating right now. being a fearsome delinquent and eating a cutesy lunch? what a chad.

"hurry up and eat your lunch!!" sukuna then proceeded to shove food in your mouth with his chopsticks

everyone still had yet to pick up their hanging jaws. what was happening to the world. not only sukuna ryomen was eating a pink themed lunch but also letting someone go scot free for laughing at him and feed her?? you were now talking about world domination and saving bees while he listened attentively. they couldnt believe it was actually him until he glared at them for staring so obviously

sukuna was now over the moon. not only was he eating lunch with you, he also made you laugh

"we should do this again sometimes," you gave him a genuine smile. sukunas eyes widened in glee

mission accomplished

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

I Wish You Knew…

Player 001 x reader

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You sat on the dull bed. Awaiting nightfall to come. You hadn’t eaten, the games made you so distraught you couldn’t bother to work up an appetite.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?” Young il asks you. Breaking you from your dead stare.

“I hate this place. I wanna go home” you look up at him with big, teary eyes.

“Baby girl” he said sweetly, sitting at your side. “It’s gonna be okay” he wrapped you in a hug.

“It’s not okay!” You cried loudly. “I’m stuck here. I hate it, there’s nothing here for me. I don’t even want the stupid money”

“Im here.” He says calmly. His heart took a hit, you said there was ‘nothing’ here, what was he then? Nothing? Or was he the exception? He ruled it as you were just emotionally distressed.

“Well, yeah. You. But nothing else. I miss my bed, I miss home”

“(Y/n)…” he sat pensively, what do I say? He thought. Do I tell her? What if she hates me, I’ll lose her forever… how the fuck do I make this better? Think, In Ho, THINK. He argued with his thought for too long. He sensed your emotions shift.

“Whatever” you say. “I don’t expect you to understand, you’re home anyways” his eyes widened. Did you know my secret? What do you mean “I’m home anyways” ? (Y/n) what the fuck do you know.

“(Y/n), I feel the same as you. I just don’t know what to say to make you feel better.” Young il replied. “I just don’t know -“

“You don’t know what to say. Yeah, I know. Same as every boyfriend I’ve had before” you roll your eyes gingerly as you lay back. Your stomach growling loudly.

“Pretty girl, have you eaten at all?”

“No. I’m not hungry” you turn away from him. “I just want to go home” he sighs, standing up and walking into the food line. He awaited his turn, peeking over his shoulder to check on you. He felt miserable… maybe getting you out was a good idea… you’re not eating, who knows if you’re really sleeping.

“Hey, can I get two of each, please? One of the other players… she isn’t strong enough to stand on her own and she needs to eat.” Young il spoke in a low voice. The masked men bowed quickly and handed him 2 of each item.

When Young il returned you were still in the same position he left you in. Your eyes puffy and red. He looked sadly upon you. Oh (y/n), I wish you knew… he thought to himself. I wish you knew the things I really did.

“Here baby” he passed you water. “You need to drink something, you need strength for the next game” you pushed his hand away.

“I don’t want it.” His shoulders tensed in annoyance.

“If you don’t sit up and drink something water, right this minute, I swear I’m gonna IV your ass and MAKE you drink water” he said sternly. You sat up. Your eyes bloodshot. You took the bottle from his hand, squinting your eyes at him as you did so.

God definitely sent you down as punishment. You were his girl, but you were a pain in his ass since he took you in. A lonely girl, who didn’t have a team. The 6 legged race was stressful, though you saved them time with your amazing gong gi skills as Dae Ho took on Ddajki.

“Now take a bite” he held out a spoon for you. You turned your head. “(Y/n), stop acting like a decrepit child and eat. You will die if you have no strength” he said pressingly.

“Fine.” You snatched the contain out of his hand. Scarfing down your food like you were never going to see it again. You glared at him as you handed the empty tin back to him. “I’m laying down now”

“(Y/n)” Young il said gently. He laid down next to you, his food forgotten on the floor. He held you in his arms. Stroking your hair gently. “I love you” he said.

“I love you too” you sighed gingerly.

Time skip: the middle of the night

“(Y/n)” young il shook you. “(Y/n), wake up”

“Hm- what?” You say tiredly rubbing your eyes.

“Come on, you’re going home.” He said. You stood up and followed as he led you out of the door. “Listen, you’re gonna go home and you’re gonna wait for me” Young il told you.

“How will you find me?” You ask as a pink man grabbed you.

“I will, I promise” young il said as you were being taken away.

“Wait! Young il!” You shouted frantically. “I said “fucking wait”” you punched the guard, forcing him to let you go. You ran to Young il. Jumping into his arms. You kissed him passionately, a tear falling from your eye. “You better get out of here alive.”

“I will. I promise you, I’ll meet you on the outside.” He said, kissing you back. Laying kisses all over your face.

“Meet me at 111 Dokseodang-ro Yongsan-gu, Seoul 04419.” You tell him. “Apartment 206”

“111 Dokseodang-ro Yongsan-gu Seoul 04419. Apartment 206” he repeated. “Got it. I’ll see you in a week at most” he kissed you one final time before letting you go. He smacked your ass as you turned to walk away.

“I love you” you shouted to him from down the hall.

“I love you more (y/n)” he shouted back. “I love you more than anything” he said quietly watching you turn the corner.

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002 | Richmond Inc.

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♠ authors note: hi! wow, wow, wow - the first part of this is doing so well. thanks to everyone who has liked, commented and reblogged. a few notes firstly- I've changed the POV . Our OC is Lorence Cole commonly referred to as Cole professionally, no worries though she’s very much a black woman.

♠ summary: Terry Richmond is still keen on recruiting Lorence for the open directors position within his security firm. Her stellar results during both tactical and physical trials makes her a top candidate but his reputation is in the way of her eager acceptance of the offer.

♠ pairing: Terry Richmond (Aaron Pierre - Rebel Ridge) X Lorence Cole (Black Fem OC)

♠ word-count: ~1.5K

⌖ - Richmond Inc. Training HQ

Second to being in the presence of the Boss, tactical day is my second least favourite part of my job. It’s not that I’m a pacifist but the idea of pulling the trigger and striking a human being in a vital artery is the last thing I want to be doing. Securing my ear protection I let the rounds go being as precise as possible so I can leave sooner than later. This training is proactive and preventative for agents like me who never see the more violent side of the field. It's a necessary evil. A team is only as strong as their weakest link and if shit ever hits the fan I never want to be the person left behind who can't carry their own weight.

“Hey Cole join our competition” a couple of the guys call as I pack up the firearm.

“No thanks” I respond. “Wouldn’t want to make you boys look bad.” I add playfully and they all laugh telling me my comment is wishful thinking. The Boss is huge on being proactive. Since its inception Richmond Inc. has only lost one employee while on assignment. That was while he was being a hero and not doing what we were trained to do. I move onto a larger weapon and look through the scope taking the stationary targets down one by one before heading  on to the moving targets course. This one is a simulation, kind of like virtual reality but it feels real. It’s a culmination of all of our training, unfortunately us women are required to perform it twice. Once with heels and the other time in footwear of our choosing. My score is satisfactory and I relax after finishing the tactical portion. I take a short breather before I head to finish the physical training. Some of the field agents come out to place the weighted vests and ankle weights on me before I’m forced into the pool. Stay afloat for twenty minutes or cross the length of the pool twice. I manage the crossing with difficulty before I’m pulled up from the up edge. It’s the track that sees me next. I dry off as much as I can before making quick work of the three miles within the time constraints. When I’m finished I take my time in the sauna before changing. I get dressed and make myself presentable before emerging from the facilities. I’m gonna need an energy drink and a coffee to make it through the rest of today. Chatter gets my attention and I find the Boss standing in front of the exit. I look for another exit to avoid any interactions. I curse myself again for finishing so quickly - I wouldn't have if I knew he was in town.

“Lorence, of course you’re top twenty” A familiar voice shouts, blowing my attempt at discretion. Still, I smile at the sight of my mentor wearing a proud smile. Joel taught me everything I know about passing both the tactical and physical trials, lord knows I was bottom ten when I first joined the firm. “Rich told me you declined a director position. Why would you do that? You have everything it takes.” He asks discreetly. Unlike the Boss Joel is generous, kind and patient. He spoiled me with his easy going temperament. If it were a director position under him there’d be nothing to discuss. I’d sign the dotted line in a heartbeat. The possibilities of how ugly this job can become would be my only worry and not verbal abuse from time to time.

“I’m not good under pressure” I mutter.

“Yeah fucking right. How many times have you talked us out of a bind?” Joel asks like a proud father figure. His greatest leadership quality is that he likes to see others shine and knows how to get the light out of them. “More than half of us in the field aren’t as smart as you. Negotiate. The Boss isn’t above reason and always puts the company first. I can put in a good word.” Joel offers.

“It’s not that I’m smarter, it's that none of you guys listen. I’m not interested in Joel” I respond jokingly.

“No, your testing proves you’re the right one for the position” he says.

I sigh. “I enjoy my life, okay?”

“What, sitting on an overpriced couch? Spending hours cooking for one?” Joel teases and I glare at him while he has a laugh at my expense.

“Come on, try the winter circuit - it’s lowkey and easy to get your feet wet. You can shadow me. $750k to do what you can do in your sleep” Joel says being a salesman.

“What? Do you get a commission?” I tease.

“No, I'll get my best agent back.” Joel says.

I take a deep breath in and weigh my options. “I have one condition before I seriously consider it. If you don’t think it’s possible then drop it”

“What” Joel asks, brow raised and ready for a challenge.

“I deal with you and not the Boss” I tell Joel who seizes up. His brows bunch like it's the most ridiculous request. Confusion covers his expression, most of why people become directors is for the position's proximity to Mr. Richmond. It's worth his weight in gold. “You know I make mistakes in the beginning and he’s an eagle eyed freak who blows up on people. I don’t do well with that. If you can take the tirades for me I’ll consider the promotion” I explain and understanding settles into his expression. He nods looking down dimples settling into his cheeks.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Joel laughs shaking his head side to side.

I’m not at all amused. “It’s my line, it’s my condition. I like peace” 

“Are you being this insane for praise too or just criticism?” Joel asks, patronizing me.

“Both are fine with me, they can trickle down through you” I shrug and the hulk himself comes over looking down at his tablet. Black cashmere sweater, silver watch, grey cargos and a fresh trim. Stop it, I scorn my thoughts as he joins us.

“Impressive results Cole” Richmond says.

“Thank you, Joel taught me everything I know” I confess and Joel gives me a half smile.

“She’s a quick study” Joel says, throwing a compliment back my way.

Richmond continues scrolling on the tablet before pausing. He looks up with visible concern. “Monitors show significant distress while shooting.”

“Pacifist” Joel smiles looking from me to the Boss. “Unless bugs are involved. No bodies, no blood” Joel explains.

“Hmm” Richmond says, tapping on the tablet.

“You’re virtually fearless though” he says, continuing to scroll like I'm not right in front of him.

“Exactly. An unreasonable amount of disregard for her own well being but tremendous concern for others. It’s what makes her one of one” Joel says, being exactly the kind of sponsor I’d want under any other circumstance.

“I see,” the Boss nods, looking at me. I hold his gaze for a few seconds before turning back to Joel.

“Well Joel I hope you know you’re getting nothing for that flattery. I’m heading home. Mr. Richmond” I interject nodding in the Boss’ direction to cut the conversation short. It’s like a part of me knows observing Richmond from afar is fine but up close it’s hard to forget I'm in the presence of someone absolutely lethal.

“Drive safe” Joel responds and I nod.

“You too, thanks” I force a smile heading out the front door and into my car where I take a few deep breaths. When I pull out of the lot I see Joel and Richmond in conversation and cringe internally. The agent in me says suck it up and take the position but every other part is warning bells that say stay away. Just the thought of one of his full metal jacket tirades makes me shudder in place. Maybe that’s what was required of him in the army but it doesn't inspire people like me who want to do good. I don’t need anyone telling me what an idiot I am after I make a mistake I know better than anyone else. I was sick for a week when one of my proposed exit routes was subject to a traffic jam. I was the head logistics navigator and spent the next thirty minutes covering my ass to save the clients. Although everything went off without a hitch I demoted myself. Joel was generous but no amount of consolation minimized the fact that I shit the bed. I ran another 10 assignments at a subordinate rank before I felt comfortable at head rank again. The margin of error for director’s is less forgiving under certain circumstances. Gaining intel and filtering for what's necessary is no small feat the success of every project is on your shoulders and so are everyone else’s fuck ups.

New directors are routinely on the Bosses bad side and that's a place I never want to be.

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

“how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

[getaapologist]

The Tension and the Terror.............a series

Pairing: Emperor Geta x OFC (named, but not visually described besides hair length)

[In progress]

[ Part I ] [ Part II ] [ Part III ] [ Part IV ] [ Part V ] [ Part VI ] [ Part VII ] [ Part VIII ] [ Part IX ] [ Part X ] [ Part XI ] [ Part XII ] [ Part XIII ] [I'll add more if I need to]

Macrinus has plans. Layers and layers of plans. He thinks he's found his perfect instrument in the form of Letha and recruits her to his cause. She has reason enough to bring vengeance upon the twin Emperors of Rome, but once she falls under the ever-watchful gaze of Emperor Geta, her will folds. Foiling an assassination attempt, Letha becomes Geta's new fixation. Still, Macrinus's aspirations are halted for no one. Can Letha weather the wrath of Macrinus? And what would happen if Geta knew the truth of her role in this dangerous game?

Or so it might say on the blurb on the back if you picked it up off the shelf. Born of the way I couldn't stop thinking about Geta after seeing GII. Also, I'm a sucker for Denzel Washington so Macrinus is definitely around. I hope this is halfway decent, I've spent a lot of time on it. If only for myself, I suppose.

This is a series, tentatively 13 parts? It could be longer if I can't rein myself in. Some parts are much longer than others because I didn't want to divide it up. Mostly from our character's POV, but occasionally we slip into Geta's mind. Even Macrinus's, where necessary. I try to make it as clear as possible when perspective shifts.

Letha is our character. She has an "origin" but I was careful to not specify what region she originates from. You can choose for yourself. I have gone out of my way to avoid describing her physically besides the fact that she has long hair and female body features/anatomy. If I missed something, please let me know. Hopefully she feels accessible to most. I just couldn't do the (y/n) thing for a series like this, or avoid using a name. It flows better. Thanks for understanding.

This is heavily modified from the movie. I really just pulled out the entire Acacius/Lucilla/Lucius main plot and went with the super interesting (to me) sub plot of the twin emperors and the man who wants to tear Rome down. Plus Letha, of course.

Historical inaccuracies abound, I'm sure. I did my best but for certain things I couldn't find sources that weren't paywalled peer-reviewed journals or I didn't know how to begin to look for information about. Still, I tried to keep it within reason. I apologize in advance.

I have my own read on the twins and it might be different from yours, but I hope you like it just the same. Besides enjoying the arena and wishing their enemies death, I didn't get the vibe that they were particularly violent, at least not in the five? days we see them. Well, they just deserved better. I don't know that I'm going to give them that here, but I'm gonna try.

Anyways, thanks for reading all this. Hope you like it.

(Moodboard by moi. I spent a long time on it for no real reason, I'm only using it here. It's just fun. I also have a playlist, but I don't think the songs necessarily obviously inspired anything. It's hard to relate them to Ancient Rome. But if you want to know what it was, I'd be more than happy to share it.)

[goddamnitmahtin]

Winner’s Choice

“I win!” Sam shouted as she laid out her cards. It was a royal flush.

“Dammit!” Danny said as he threw his cards onto the table.

Wes sighed, “I told you that you weren’t gonna win. I told you to bet low but NOOO don’t listen to Wes, he’s only the one who can count the cards.”

Sam shouted in return, pointing at Wes, “You said you would stop doing that! You prick! Just because of that I win by default.”

Danny groaned. This wasn’t going to be good. He never should have made that deal.

“Okay Sam, just like we agreed. Winner gets a favor. What do you want?” Danny asked. He should have known. Danny was a terrible gambler. But Wes wasn’t allowed to play anymore because he couldn’t help but count the cards based on patterns in the deck. All they wanted was for Sam to lend them some money…. paying rent is hard when you’re in college. And it’s not like she wasn’t rich as all hell.

Danny, Wes and Sam were meeting up for game night. They were only able to do it every few months. Ever since they all left Amity and split off in their separate ways, it was hard to meet up in person anymore. Sam moved to Gotham to live in the estate her family had there. She was working to take over the finances and was working to use the money to give back to the environment. Danny and Wes moved to Metropolis for college. They didn’t realize until they bumped into each other on campus freshman year. At the start of senior year the two of them got an apartment with 3 other guys for real cheap.

Tucker on the other hand wasn’t so close. He had moved across the country to go study at Harvard. He had big dreams of double majoring in law and computer science. From all the calls they had all had over the years, Danny could tell he was doing well. He trusted his boyfriend to kick ass when it came to pretty much anything he put his mind to. He just wished he wasn’t so far away. Could Danny have found another partner more local? Well yes, he and Tucker weren’t monogamous. That type of thing never really sat well with either of them. Besides, being so far from one another only made that decision make even more sense.

“I want you two to go to the charity gala this weekend so I don’t have to. My family is being so annoying about it and honestly? I had plans anyways,” Sam said. She had a lighthearted and mischievous tone but Danny has known Sam long enough to know she wasn’t joking.

Danny whined, “Oh come on Sam! That’s a HUGE favor!”

Sam simply shrugged, “It wouldn’t have been so bad if Wes hadn’t tried to help you by cheating. Again!”

Okay. Touché touché.

“Well… I guess we are going to a party,” Wes sighed as he finished off his drink.

What neither of them knew was that after that night, neither of their lives would be the same. And it was all because of a boy named Tim Drake. Fuck you Tim (not really).

[ruth-writes]

I finally watched Wicked and I have thoughts (I haven't read anyone else's takes because I didn't want to spoil myself so these are purely my own thoughts right after seeing the movie).

In the beginning, when Glinda and Elphaba were singing about how much they hated each other, I was sure there was gonna be enough queerbaiting for everyone on Tumblr to be rightfully mad. I usually don't end up shipping the queer couple everyone is, I think a lot of the time I feel like relationships in shows seem forced in general? But I immediately thought about it here. I mean, 'What is this feeling I felt the moment I laid eyes on you'? Then, the guy showed up, and I actually thought he was pretty sweet. He treated Elphaba normally right from the start, and he didn't seem to know how ean Glinda was yet when he got with her (the scene during the dance when he says it's not your fault). And then, Glinda's 'redemption arc' was entirely unsatisfactory (which I know was the point, but these are my thoughts in the middle of the movie and I knew very little about the plot). I know Glinda was never supposed to actually be good, but I was still frustrated by how easily Elphaba forgave her and called her her best friend. I guess I can understand that when you have no friends your entire life, your standards can be low (I'm speaking from experience). Still, I wish she's given a little more pushback during the makeover scene. None of that really matters, though, because Elphaba chose being an anti-fascist over going along with Glinda's bullshit (even though there I was also kind of annoyed by how amicably they seemed to part ways, Elfaba still calling Glinda her friend?) Anyway, I guess what I'm getting at is that though I'd also like it if Elphaba simply didn't have a love interest, I like the dudebro more than Elphaba and Glinda. I don't know if that's unpopular, I haven't read any takes yet. I think I'd like it most if he was her knew best friend. A lot of the time dudes that are supposed to be incredible in movies are actually pretty mediore, but he helped her with the animal and went after her.

The movie portrayed bullying so much more accurately than most movies. I don't mean the musical scenes where everyone was disgusted by her, I mean Glinda's subtle things. The hat, constantly saying condescending things packaged in niceness, etc.

I'm not sure where I stand on her sister. I don't know if her being embarassed by Elphaba's presence in the beginning (before she did the magic, when thet were talking to the teacher) was because she was embarassed of her older sister babysitting her or Elphaba being green. I do hope she and Elphaba find each other again.

A lot of the scenes genuinely fucked me up, they were so accurate to the rise of fascism we're seeing right now. I cried during so many of the creature's scenes, and during the painful transformation of the monkey. I don't want to speak a lot on how welm the racism allegory was done (I do always wonder about the fact that in movie's like this, the racism is only about the literal color of her skin. As the only green person, there's not any culture or other things that minorities are also opressed for in the real world. The animals had more of that, though. I think I'll read more about how people felt about that, because as a white person I obviously can't say if it spone to my experience or not.)

A lot of the time Ariana Grande was singing so high I had trouble understanding the words. To be fair, the theater I was watching it at had german subtitles and watching in one language and reading in another is very confusing when you're fluent in both

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The Kang Twins

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐞-𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 / 𝐃-𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄

𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤 / 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩; 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘦-𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯!! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘕𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘌𝘚, 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍𝘠!💋

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You were rushing to get out of bed, not because you're late. Your Girl Group received an invitation to be interviewed alongside the Boy Group BigBang, which was the Boy Group your Twin Brother was in. And gosh you were so excited to see your twin in person again, ever since you both got into your groups, you haven't seen each other that much anymore, just texting and / or calling to let each other know you're doing just fine. This morning, Dae-sung was spamming you with texts saying that he was so happy and spamming so many happy stickers which woke you up instead of your alarm.

After reading that it was about seeing each other again, oh you were wide awake alright. You missed him a lot, and this is the best morning you've ever had. Your twin brother being as happy as you, even bugging the other BigBang members awake too, seeing Dae-sung this happy and excited really brought a smile to their faces early in the morning even though they did enjoy their beauty sleep.

“We can't waste time!”

You spoke up as you shook your own members awake as they grumbled a bit before they sat up one by one and glanced at you, wondering what the hell do you want this early. “Interview! Twin! I get to see him again!!” Even your members weren't pissed, only this time, because they also knew how much you've been missing your Twin brother. You'd talk non-stop about how you and Dae-sung would eat together, do chores together, dance and sing together. You still remember the times when you both would be late to class when you were still trainees.

“We're up girly.” One of them said with a chuckle as they all slowly got up and made their way to get ready for today's interview. You were already ready, just waiting for them impatiently, even playing a lot of songs just to hype them up more. They couldn't even help but chuckle and get up as they mumbled how their beauty sleep was sadly interrupted by your excitement to see your twin brother again after such a long period of time.

Meanwhile with Dae-sung, it was..

Pretty similar.

“GUYS IT'S FINALLY TIME!!” Dae-sung yelled as he would run to the other boys, pulling off their precious blankets earning an annoyed groan from each one of the boys. “Dae-sung it's five in the damn morning.” Tae-yang grumbled as he sat up and yawned a bit, looking around and seeing the similar annoyed looks on the other men. Ji-yong didn't comment much, but he did acknowledge Dae-sung's excitement and happiness. And then there is Seung-hyun, who looked absolutely pissed. He was always the difficult one to wake up especially early in the morning. The room was filled with music, from the big ass speakers Dae-sung dragged inside.

Their song, Fantastic Baby, was blasting through the damn speakers. Even the staff couldn't do shit and just chuckle or laugh at the scene, watching them have no choice but to wake up and get ready. Dae-sung was already done, he was nagging them, he wouldn't stop talking about how much he missed you, and how badly he wanted to see you in person again, not just seeing you through a screen or sending you messages. “Isn't the interview at Ten?” Seung-hyun grumbled. “Doesn't matter!” Dae-sung exclaimed as he rushed Seung-hyun to get out of bed and get ready for the interview even though they're gonna be taking hours on the damn road to get there.

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Of course BigBang was there first before your Girl group. You took your precious time, waiting patiently yet you wished time went faster just for now. But no, you had to endure two hours of waiting before you actually get in your vehicle to get to the interview. And endured a few more hours of waiting as you nearly got stuck in traffic.

But alas, you made it and-

“Y/NNNNN!!!” Oh goodness, you can finally hear his sweet yet annoying voice again, not just through your phone's speaker anymore. In person, and he looked so damn happy alright. “DAE-SUNG!!!!!” You had the same reaction, of course. Running to each other and hugged tightly like it was the end of the damn world. Your group and his could only watch in awe and admiration as you finally reunited with your twin.

Now.. The interview was going very smoothly.

That's what you thought.

“𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴.”

Well that was kinda dumb,

Again, that's what 𝘆𝗼𝘂 thought.

The hosts of the interview made you and your twin participate in mini games, guess the color, say something that is related to a specific topic or song, or say any color that you can think of in five seconds and you and Dae-sung would say your answers out loud when the timer runs out.

Nearly all your answers were exactly the same. Now, you definitely know that this whole theory thing isn't true, not the telepathy thing or whatever. Hell, you can hear Dae-sung's annoying voice in your mind, but only when it's so damn quiet, or when you miss him. You'd like a little reminiscing sometimes.

“𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦.”

The host spoke as she looks at you and Dae-sung before she stated; “𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴..”

Five seconds and then..

“𝗟𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲!” You and Dae-sung exclaimed your answers and the host bust out laughing, and so did the other two groups as you and Dae-sung freaked out. “Are you reading my mind?!” You shouted and Dae-sung yelped. “Hell no! Are you?!” He replied, having the same freaked out look on his face. “Hell no!!!” You replied as the other laughed harder.

Yet, even if this thing was a bit dumb, it was.. so much fun. Having to spend time with Dae-sung again, hearing his laugh, his smile, and feeling his warm hugs again. You both would go far as making collabs with each other as an excuse to see each other again and to make epic songs together. And what? Your fans loved it. They loved your reunion with your twin, your girl group did notice how sad you'd be whenever Dae-sung is mentioned, knowing you can't do shit to get to him, all you could do was put up a smile and just act like you're not missing him that much, but truth be told you were dying just to see him again.

After the interview, you definitely had freedom.

Because you and Dae-sung ran off together in the park. Giggling like little kids as you both nearly tripped or nearly got run over by vehicles. “You idiot!!” You yelled at Dae-sung as he laughed it off and continued to run. “Haha! Stupid!” He laughed at you, because you nearly tripped over a damn tree root.

And as you arrived at the park, you didn't waste time to go to the playground.

“Push me!!” You demanded as you sat on the swing. And Dae-sung LITERALLY pushed you, pushed you off.

“I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!” You shouted, as you ran after the laughing Dae-sung.

“You can't catch me!” He said and then he proceeded to trip over the same tree root you nearly tripped over earlier which got you laughing your ass off with him.

“You idiot..” You laughed softly and helped him get up from the ground. And he smiles as he looks at you, and muttered;

“We're twins, so we're both idiots.”

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FINALLY- I still have more requests pending, I'll write them soon Baes, thank you for waiting patiently TvT 💋

[asktheisle]

On the Shore...

[The glowing tide was enticing, as it always was. Nat stood on the shore and watched as other guests brought themselves into the water in hopes of a streak of good luck, debating a bit as to enter the water or not.]

[Ever since the tournament he had felt a sense of alienation mixed with the likes of being an imposter. He didn't belong here, he didn't fit in with the others, he wasn't worth the customs. He would think otherwise on a normal basis, but it would always creep back into his mind. He was in a better spot to recognize it for what it was, at least.]

[Watching the ebb and flow of the shore was soon interrupted-first with a nudge, then with a heavier push. The next thing he knew his heels were digging into the sand as he tried to get a footing, Nat trying to see who was pushing him all while making sure not to fall headfirst into the water.]

[Further into the water he was pushed, eventually reaching the others that were already in the water. Luxu swam off to find Oscar, doing laps around his father and splashing around in the glowing sea. The water occasionally became choppy as Nat ended up near Gabe, who held out an arm to steady his cousin in the deeper waters.]

I know you're not 100% yet, that's fine. But we can't rely on being able to see everyone again next time, y'know?

When things clear up, you're gonna wish you indulged a bit with those who came out for you. You're not as alone as you think you are, you can always choose to be around the ones who show up for you.

[With his cousin's words beginning to ring true, Nat lets himself be pulled further into the water as a smile begins to form on his face.]

[draconicfool]

     Silence. His eyes following the other as he makes motions while he speaks. As he plucks the leaf and continues on in this story that he's telling. As he sets it down and there comes – a realization. This home that he talks about so constantly isn't some other planet in some other star system.

     It is an entirely different universe. Something that needed to be saved and he hopes – he hopes that the thing that will do that is here. Does that mean then – that when he'd promised to try and bring Eros with him upon his return… that couldn't happen? If there were only specific people that could pass through the barriers that kept their worlds separate… did that mean one day he really would have to simply say goodbye to the man that he knew and loved? Did that mean that one day – in this universe that they were in – there would be an empty space where once he had occupied it? Never to return or be mentioned again?

     His hand reaches to wrap around the necklace that he wears. A promise. 

     There are millions of things running through his head. So many questions he wants to have answers to. So many things that he may never truly wrap his head around. These were the later things. The ones that he'd promised an explanation for eventually. Maybe part of him wishes eventually hadn't come. Is it selfish? Is se being selfish with him? Is there a too selfish when it comes to love?

     He isn't sure.

     Eros swallows hard and takes a quiet breath. In…and out. “ I know – that we haven't talked about this much. That y'er home's important t' ya, more th' n anythin' in th' world. And I wanna be in y'er corner for whatever y'have t' do f'er that. Whatever it takes, th' things that matter t' ya matter t' me. We're a team, right? So – so while this is all really hard t' process. I believe ya – y'wouldn't lie or joke about this. I wanna know… is it selfish of me t' ask then what happens t' us when y'get that? If at th' end of it all, when ya've dealt with those ‘entities’ y'chased here… what if y'er th' only one that c'n go? Are we jus' – are we jus' never gonna see each other again? ”

“... The thing is that it’s not as simple as such a sentiment, Eros.” But at least that gave a ground to stqart with. Which was absolutely nothing, okay, he could pull on this. “Kuwabara’s research around the same time as his supposed construction of Nous was what lead to the Cosmic Tree theory, the same one that was challenged by member #56, Elias Salas. In it, he proposes the idea that the universe is nothing more than a ‘branch’ on a tree-like structure, and the planets are the leaves. And only Aeons and Emanators are able to pass through it. But... what if I told you it’s not a theory?” 

He’d let the implications of that linger in the air. Enough time for Eros to process, it seemed the least Welt could do. In the meantime, he plucked a leaf from a nearby plant just to show: an innocuous little thing with its signs of decay 

“Qlipoth’s walls arent’ as permanent as they believe thanks to the erosion of time, and after spending time here I’ve come to my own theory that’s how the portal we found was made...” He sighed. “It’s important to my story: I wouldn’t claim to be an emanator, but with what I’ve learned while here I’m not quite sure what I am anymore, but let me reintroduce myself...” 

Another pause, short enough to set the leaf down for emphasis. “My name is Welt Yang: I am the first herrscher and guardian of humanity. I came to this universe because I believe that the key to saving my home is here, and I wish to help when the entities I had chased here decide to make their move.” 

[dpsisquared]

Enjoy this random snippet of Dimileth fake dating that I found in my WIPs. No clue what the context or plan was 🤷🏻‍♀️

"Oh, is that the event you were telling me about, honey?" She locked her arm in his and said pointedly to Cornelia, "I'm so happy I'll finally get to meet everyone! I'm Byleth by the way," and extended her hand. Cornelia shook it, looking bemused. "Byleth, eh? I daresay everyone will be anxious to meet you, as well." She drifted off to mingle. "What are you thinking?" he hissed in a whisper. "She was completely ignoring your boundaries!" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's what she does. I'm used to it." "It's something to stop, not get used to!" "Now what am I going to do, when everyone is expecting me to bring my new lover?" She grinned. "That's the best part. Say we broke up in explosive fashion, like, the night before. That explains my absence, and they'd look like jerks trying to move in on you." She holds out her hands, looking pleased with herself, like she has bestowed a generous gift upon him. He stared at her a moment with an unreadable look on his face. "They'll just try to soothe my broken heart," he said. Then, with a smirk, he continued, "No, what would really stop them is you coming with me. Seeing how desperately in love I am." He crossed his arms over his chest and arched his brow, the posture of issuing a challenge, and she never backed down from a challenge. Except, she wasn't actually sure what this one was. "I... don't have a dress," she said. "I'm rich. I'll buy you one." "I don't know how to dance." "I do. I'll teach you." "I could have plans, you know." He snorted. "Not likely." "Rude!" "Are you quite done?" he said smugly. "This was your idea, you know." That was technically true, but the idea had escaped her hold, grown and mutated. She had started this conversation feeling in control, playing the part of the predator. But now she had the distinct feeling of being a fox that ended up in a snare, and a wolf was prowling.

[citrusai]

taash said "they were doing it" and people ran with the interpretation of an npc that doesn't know solas or the history of the elvhenan even when bellara interjected and said, no, that's not right. that's not how it was for the elvhenan. they formed bonds before they had physical bodies. and people ran to doompost or create weird anti-solavellan shit even though mythal & solas refer to each other as old friends and when she releases him there is no tenderness or love in it. it is the act of unchaining a dog from his post, the stepping down of a general. but to each their own ig.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

his fuckass loafers im losing it

[verpineshatterrifle]

well if youre going to twist my arm- /j

this is gonna be some weirdo manifesto about bardan and the concept of identity and religion and morals and having to come to terms with it when those don't match and what that means to me on a personal level

bardan almost immediately wants to be mandalorian, wants to be part of the spec ops gang, 'has a case of the skiratas', even in the ONE scene he's in in hard contact when he didn't even know clones had the same faces there's a sort of awkward longing in him

kal encourages it and lets him try out mandalorian culture, teaches him the language (enough that hes fluent enough to translate 'i love you' for etain in triple zero), gives his father's armor (!!!!) and yet. and yet kal doesn't expect him to leave the jedi order, when he does in true colors kal is shocked and apologetic to bardan that it came to that

meanwhile up until he leaves the order he keeps it secret that he's going mando at all, actually i kind of doubt zey even knew he had armor until he saw him wearing it in 501st (despite how obvious it seems to the readers and most of the characters who know him well)

all of that makes him a bit of a genderqueer metaphor to me, as an agender person who is out to most people who know me well, but importantly, NOT my family. the way i can look back to when i even first became aware of what the difference between boys and girls was and didn't want to be a girl but knew i wasn't a boy, the way people let me interact with the ideas without expecting me to commit, the way there's people i will never explain it to because they wont understand/it will cause problems i dont need without any real benefit/they just dont need to know

then about his religion- bardan doesn't want to be called a jedi, doesn't identify as a jedi, distances himself from it as quickly as he can. calls himself an 'apostate' and 'fodder for any cult' (as a joke)

but like. he still has a relationship with the force, still uses his powers. he redefines how he thinks about it, but he doesn't reject it completely. and he's also very conscious about how he's perceived by his family (asking gilamar if having a jedi around makes him uncomfortable, mentioning the concept of force ghosts and immediately embarrassed about how that could be painful to his family in the wake of etain's death)

the way it's handled is just. so. poignant. as a conservative christian raised kid who is trying to come to terms with religion and god. how much of it is Truth? how much is the System and not truth at all? what can you say to people who dont have that background, and who have hostile feelings towards the system for very good reasons? bardan has to figure out Truth versus the System and its so. so. important to me.

and how does he manage that? 'i just wish they would stop worrying about light and dark, and learn the difference between right and wrong instead' bardan doesn't get caught up in the weeds- at every turn, he asks himself what he believes is the right thing to do, and he does that, calling out the jedi order for tolerating the lesser of two evils

the jedi order as a whole didn't have a choice, but on an individual level there was a choice (and the book presents etain's decision to stay as also well reasoned and moral- its complicated ok, its so complicated, and bardan never judges her for choosing differently than he does, and im crying on the floor about it-) and what you have to do is choose what you believe is right and it might not be the same as what is right for someone else and i- (incoherent sobbing)

at every point, every aspect is in conflict for bardan, his morals are too dark for jedi and too kind for mandos (in 501st he's in conflict with LITERALLY everyone for doing what he thought was right and bringing zey back but also being willing to mindwipe OR MAYBE KILL HIM??), he's too mando for jedi, the fact that he was a jedi almost gets him into a barfight before fi snaps on the aggressor, i just. he could be so LONELY. that could feel so isolating. but his family loves him so much exactly the way he is (SOBBING MORE INCOHERENTLY AND LOUDER)

and yet he still isnt perfect- the books dont call out this mindset the way they usually directly call out character's flawed mindsets- there's a bit of an attitude bardan has about how more jedi should have quit. he was only able to explore his identity like this and ultimately leave because of the community he had and the fact that he had somewhere else to go, something useful to do. most jedi did not have that. bardan has a surprising lack of self awareness about it, when he's generally an extremely self aware character, and i think that's a nice touch, keeps him from being too therapy-pilled. its a common pitfall- 'i figured this out and everyone else should be able to, i'm better than everyone who still thinks the way i used to-' NO!! YOU ARE LUCKY!! SO LUCKY TO HAVE HAD THE SPACE AND TIME AND COMMUNITY TO ALLOW YOU TO GROW!!

idk man. the way these books present identity and religion and relative, personal morality fucking RUINS me

bardan is special to me because he has to reconcile his identity, his religion, and his morals, and none of them perfectly line up thanks for coming to my ted talk

[anonymouscheeses]

I'm gonna be shitting and screaming and starting fights if Sera becomes a villain. I can't take sibling angst, Sera loves Emily I swear guys believe meeee.