#you are my so(ul) mate

[twig-tea]

My Universe Round-Up

This was a series of 2-part short stories, essentially each the length of a movie but they're more episodic which makes it an interesting format to get a wide variety of actors, directors, stories, and tones. And all of these vary widely. Most of the actors are very green, which means the performance quality falls all along the spectrum, but overall emotions often fall flat. There are a handful of different directors too (each directs a few of the stories), so these really feel different. The only two things that don't vary are the production quality (middling; sometimes some decent camera shots, but few sets and extras, sound is sometimes shirt-muffled or otherwise messed, the usual hilarity of royalty-free music choices) and awkward subtitles.

The subtitles deserve their own paragraph because I think they're potentially the worst kind, in that they look fine but then every once in awhile the translation is the opposite of what it should be. Having a bit of Thai knowledge and experience with Thai pulps really helps navigate these.

The other thing to say about the structure of this series is that there is a neat thing where each story sets up the next with either a character appearing in the next one or having been mentioned in the previous one. So they're all in the same universe but are otherwise unrelated. Sometimes you can guess whose story you'll get next (like a side character), sometimes it's a real stretch (like the waiter at the noodle place the characters ate at once).

As a really brief summary of what these are actually like in terms of narrative, they took as many tropes as they could think of and then treated them seriously. It could have been interesting, if they had something to say, but I'm really not sure they did. There are a lot of difficult circumstances covered, sometimes with hope, sometimes with nihilism, and it often feels like the story is about the characters around those who are dealing with difficult circumstances rather than those who are experiencing it themselves. Honestly this felt like a film school project about trying out difficult tropes, rather than folks with something to say about a specific topic.

Tropes [note, almost all of these are a dark/sad version of these tropes and end sadly or open]: bodyswap, mistaken identity, in-love-with-your-sibling's-friend, destined lovers, enemies-to-lovers, love triangle, coach/athlete, fake-date-turns-real, twincest, age gap, paid companionship, terminal illness.

Warnings for this series overall: murder, attempted sexual assault (in multiple miniseries), incest (only very lightly speculated about), ambiguous relationship with a minor, cheating, intimate personal violence, death of parents, death of a partner

If you're going to try any of them, I'd recommend episodes 5-6, which were the story Right Time, Right You as a starting point--it has some of the better acting, an open ending, but still some of the dark themes (treated not as dark as some of the other segments) so it's a good litmus for if you should try any of the other parts out.

The one I most enjoyed watching was episodes 7-8 You Are My So(ul) Mate which unsurprisingly had actors who have acted before, and was one of the rare happy endings. The last one, I Wish You Love episodes 23-24 was maybe the best done overall (least annoying flashbacks for sure, decent pacing in the romance, comparatively decent acting) but warnings for the ending.

Details of each 2-part miniseries with rating and specific warnings beneath the cut for anyone still curious about any of these stories! My goal here is to give you enough info to watch whichever ones might interest you so I do spoil twists below when I think it's important to help people decide whether to watch. Feel free to ask questions if you're still not sure or have specific things you want to avoid.

Ep 1-2: Casanova Begins

4/10: Not recommended unless you like bodyswap

This plot was doomed to never fly with me; a dead lover tries to seduce the man he left behind in the body of the man he thought his lover was going to cheat on him with. I love supernatural stuff but bodyswap is a hard hill to climb and 2 episodes just isn't enough time to do it well. That being said, the actors did surprisingly well in the scene where all is revealed and they're saying goodbye. There's a stinger, and it did NOT work for me--people are not interchangeable.

Ep 3-4: Marry Go Round

6/10: Decent pulp with a good underlying message, but you have to not mind slapstick

I like the way one side character from the previous series brings us into the next, it's a neat way to tie these otherwise unrelated stories together. For a slapstick comedy of errors, this worked surprisingly well. The misunderstandings are well set up and make sense, characters have motivation for continuing the shenanigans and the continual additional complications build to absurdity but it all holds together in a very slapstick comedy way. Mei being willing to marry her friend's boyfriend to help keep their secret is top tier allyship. I wish the fujoshi had been chewed out more; she was invested in exposing them as a couple for her own curiosity/excitement and that's gross, and I don't like that she got any credit for their happiness. The mom being a secret fujoshi herself [and, it's implied, very ok with their relationship as a result] was a little on the nose lol The performances in this one were a little weak on the comedy; slapstick like this isn't easy to do well and the comedy suffers from this not being these actors' strengths. All that being said, the underlying message that marriage equality is the right thing and having to stay in the closet causes so much strife for everyone is one I can get behind.

Ep 5-6: Right Time, Right You

7/10: Decent plot, acting, themes. A bit rushed, but good pulp. Warnings for references to intimate partner violence. Ambiguous ending.

I enjoyed this one; I love the in-love-with-your-sibling's-friend trope, I love smiling-to-hide-pain, and I love pining. I love the complicated feelings around not being ready to let go of the love you have for someone even if they hurt you. I love wanting to do something for your friend because you see them hurting, and not knowing what will help. I love your sibling and best friend always being able to read you and ferret out your secrets. The framing in this one was interesting, there were a lot of on the nose imagery with the fence, the rope, the cigarettes. I really liked the dynamic between these characters, Mhok really felt like a younger sibling; a little willful, pouting when he is ignored, or not taken seriously, stealing his sister's breakfast, tagging along. And the ending was sweet. It's clear that Phat feels something, though he's been explicit that he's not ready to open up to anyone. And we basically end with very tenuous possibility. Not for anyone who is not ok with ambiguous endings.

Ep 7-8: You Are My So(ul) Mate

6/10: Fun trope-y pulp. Again you have to be ok with slapstick comedy, and I docked this one for internal inconsistencies but the chemistry was on point.

Ahhh one of my favourite romance tropes, dreaming of your destined person before you meet, and then experiencing the dream in reality! I appreciated that Butr's mom really did have a gift, and that he didn't believe and wrestled with the ethics of that. I also really liked that they tried to engineer a coincidence and had one anyway; I'm a sucker for magic/fate is what you make it. The actor playing Butr looks like a Footloose-era Kevin Bacon when he smiles while ducking his head, and the other lead is from My Cuisine, so I was pre-disposed to find them extremely cute. I do love shy4shy. That being said, a lot of the melodrama was around coincidence, and it was clear the overeager senior was just scouring campus for the guy, so there was a double-standard with the "coincidence" that would work (at least in the eyes of the protagonist) so a lot of it doesn't really hold together if you think about it very hard.

Episode 9-10: Lucky Love

5/10: rough especially with the language gap, but the leads have an interesting dynamic

Content warning for an attempted asault in this one. Annoyed-strangers-to-lovers where one guy has just broken up and is drunk and belligerent about it, and the other is not taking his shit. I really like Jeng as this taciturn dude who shows caring through food. The ex is still around, Meen is still clearly not over him, and goes through the stages of learning to prioritize his own feelings and truly let Noll go. Jeng talks mostly in innuendo, which paired with the bad subs (bad enough that sometimes they say the opposite of what's meant) means that a lot of this one is lost in translation. Because of the short runtime and the amount of time Meen spends getting over his ex, they can't get far, but the show gives the sense that they'll just keep on as they've been going. All that being said, Meen wears dangly earrings and has a femme best friend who is fantastic, and I am a simple person who enjoys her simple pleasures, so I actually didn't mind watching this one.

11-12: The Camp Fire

4/10: really disliked the twists in this; the horror was ok. Warnings for blood, ghosts, references to drowning, on-screen death.

Content warning for blood, ghosts, death (more details follow). Horror BL starring Kaonah and Turbo. Two guys who have been chatting online agree to meet in person but it turns out they already know and dislike one another; now they're stuck toughing it out at the campsite rather than let the other chase them home. Turns out this is a classic BL love triangle wherein one of the boys thought they were competing for the same girl, but his "rival" loved him the whole time (this is not the twist, it's fairly obvious). And that was my first frustration; Talay was unwilling to admit any kind of feelings for Camp even though Camp tries to reach out, even though he's clearly been in love the whole time and now has the excuse of their anonymous conversation and meeting. But then we get into the real spoilers, with the double-twist that honestly ruined this for me. First, it's revealed that June the girl who Camp loved is dead, and she died after being rejected by Talay (implying she killed herself) after Talay pretended to be into June so that she would not take up Camp's offer to be together. This made me really not want to root for this couple at all, Talay's character is awful at this point. Then Camp hears this story and decides to admit he likes Talay anyway, which felt extremely rushed if not absurd, and then June haunts them in earnest and snaps Camp's neck on screen. And then in a second twist, we find out we've been watching a film within a film the whole time, and Talay and Camp just met for the first time for filming this and have just started dating in real life. But we spend so little time with the "real" Talay and Camp that I wasn't invested in them at all as a pair.

13-14 Friends Forever

4/10 friendship in this is great but upsetting on the romance front, and the actual execution was rough and full of unnecessary flashbacks; content warning for coach/athlete, unnegotiated kink (slapping during intimacy), dubious consent (for the slap not the intimacy), murder (not shown on screen), and ghosts

So spoiler based on the content warning, this is a story about a coach who seduces one of his athletes and then murders him so that the athlete won't expose their relationship and get him fired. The sexy scene is consensual but the coach introduces pain without any context or consent, and it's just kind of shrugged off. The coach is creepy from jump so I enjoyed none of the couple's scenes. Beyond that, my issues with this were the massive use of flashbacks in a 2-episode short. They basically re-showed ep1 in ep2. The acting is ok, and the friendship (which is the actual story) between the guy who is murdered and his team is extremely cute, it was heartening how much this team supported their teammate dating the coach and how much they missed him and cherished his memory after his death. But this could have been one episode, or they needed something more to do.

15-16 Fake Love

4/10 flat acting and more flashbacks than actual new shots (half of ep 15 is a flashback of the other half of ep 15, and then we get it AGAIN in ep 16).

In this story a university student is trying to show up his pushy ex by blackmailing a campus 'prince' to pretend to date him. He finds out that his fake boyfriend used to have sex with his ex, and gets upset. They make out and then avoid one another. Fake boyfriend gets beat up and they reunite and admit they both lie to protect their reputations. There's an implication that Pol was being judged for being slutty and Peem was being judged for being poor, which I would have liked as a theme if they then hadn't undermined this by framing Pol as being "good now" at the end. Open but tentatively happy ending.

17-18 Pisces of You

3/10 WHY IS THIS SO DARK DANG. TW attempted sexual assault, blackmail, speculation about incest (really mild),

Ok so this is about twins being jealous and confused about their feelings; Mild is here and he sexually assaulted one of them (idk how young these actors are but this was hard to watch though he doesn't get far). I don't mind what they're doing around twins pulling apart, falling for other people and putting them first, being confused about their feelings, throwing away their future for an unrequited love (this is actually super realistic), regretting their decisions. But goddamn that was painful AF and these baby actors really struggled to actually deliver on these difficult and complex emotions.

19-20 1626

6/10 decent short story but barely a romance. Warnings for age gap.

Follows one of the twins' love interests from Pisces of You; we find out why he wasn't interested in the twin, it's because he has his own love interest in his former tutor 8 years older than him (16 and 24). For what could have been a really cringe story, this was handled relatively well. They were careful that these two characters barely touched, and made the feelings between them very ambiguous and confused. The ties between them were very confused too; they both had family trauma and had helped one another to the point where desire and debt seemed to be inextricably mixed up. I appreciated the choices made in this one. Again, not what I would consider a "romance" story per se. And again, the ending is ambiguous.

21-22 Refund Love

2/10 incomprehensible, terrible acting, terrible plot, zero chemistry, infidelity, manipulation, and weird unclear moralizing around a thinly veiled allusion to sex work

This one, I don't even know what to say. It's trying to be clever with the way it parcels out information, but it ends up being just frustrating and, in the end, nonsensical. I won't even try to avoid spoilers or fake impartiality here, because I really think nobody should watch this one. This is all about jealousy of your significant other taking a job as a "companion" for other people. There's lying, manipulation, and attempted fake relationships for jealousy purposes. I'm sad because this also has a side GL couple, but they made no sense. This couple claimed to have orchestrated their boyfriends deciding to spy on them together (how?) in order to....see if they cared enough to fight for them, after one had already broken up with her man and the other was going to? What in the world was the endgame?! MAKE IT MAKE SENSE. Anyway they really shoehorned in a relationship in this one with two guys--one of whom just broke up, the other who is thinking about whether or not to break up, and who spent only one day together, most of which under false pretenses--and I didn't buy a second of it.

23-24 I Wish You Love

5/10 big themes, decently handled to a point, but the story was about how helping the terminally ill character helped the abled character find purpose, and that sat wrong with me. Warnings for discussions of terminal illness and character death (not shown onscreen), as well as loss of parents.

This episode was set up as a ghost in the mirror story, but the supernatural element disappears pretty quickly and is actually just an excuse to bring together the two main characters (who knew each other before but one thought the other was dead) back together. This story is trying to deal with the very serious issue of chronic illness and what it's like being young and unable to do the things other people do, and the suicidal ideation that can come from being isolated and having a limited time left anyway, as well as the regrets about missed opportunities. It was also dealing with the sometimes awkward feeling of sorting out the love of friendship and the love of romance, and transitioning from P'-Nong to Faen, especially with the additional fear of loving someone when one of you has limited time. The supernatural element comes back at the end to grant one wish, and to give the character who is sick a chance to undo one regret. It's implied Marwin died, but we don't really see him process having completed their bucket list, instead we get Pond reflecting on what he'll do next and how this experience has given him meaning. This episode had fewer egregious flashbacks than the other episodes, and better acting (one of the main characters is actually one of the series directors, and the other is Winner aka Wai from My Dear Gangsta Oppa, as well as War of Y and Nitiman), but did also use an instrumental auld lang syne in the background of a dramatic scene that was distracting, and some awkward we-don't-have-budget-for-an-actual-ambulance-or-emergency-personnel moments. Overall it was one of the better offerings from this series but I wasn't thrilled with how it made the terminally ill character's death a teachable moment for the one left behind, even though that was honestly flagged as the point throughout the two episodes, so is maybe my hang-up and a little unfair. At least this series framed that it was about Pond the whole time (we start and end with him).

[mysterygrl20]

are the subtitles confused between a wrist and ankle or what

[lovelyhan]

enemies to lovers prompt #10 "I'm not driving home with you..." with mingyu, thx <3

— vices & virtues ⟢

being from one of the most opulent families in the city, you're used to getting everything you want. but when you realize that your hot bodyguard is strictly off-limits, you treat him like anything else you can't have: with unbridled hostility.

★ FEATURING; bodyguard!mingyu x reader

★ WORD COUNT; 5.4k words

★ TAGS; enemies to lovers, unresolved sexual tension, smut

★ WARNINGS; alcohol consumption, cigarettes, implied/referenced drug use, self-destructive behavior in general, (probably inaccurate) discussions about drug poisoning, graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI)

★ NOTES; when i tell you i speedwrote this just in time for mingyu day,,, eugh i love you so much gyugyu and thank you to the anon who sent this in a while back!! this prompt was so tasty to work with!

★ SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, couch sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, dacryphilia, size kink, mating press, overstimulation, creampie

★ SVT TAGLIST; @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @spk93 - @tommolex - @stariightjoyy - @asjkdk - @horny4hoshi

★ MINGYU TAGLIST; @ @renjunphile - @acgyu - @potatofrieswithketchup - @pluviophile-xxx - @pretty-trustme - @zeenanigans - @noveniadelia

When the tiniest sliver of consciousness slips into your inebriated brain, you feel the cold tile of the bathroom floor being pried off your face. Well, more like you're being gently lifted off it, and into the arms of someone warm.

You nearly lean into their embrace until you catch a whiff of that familiar, musky cologne with hint of something like pine. It takes you some effort to keep yourself from bolting out of his grasp and retching your guts out in the toilet again.

You deign to squint your eyes despite the harsh fluorescent light razing your vision. Looking down on you is none other than Kim Mingyu, gaze as indifferent as ever. Unfortunately, you're too drunk or high to figure out how he even found you here, but you know there's no weaseling your way out when your father's little lapdog has tracked you down.

"What're you doing here?" you still ask even if you knew the answer.

It's my job to take care of you.

"It's my job to take care of you," he says the words in the same way you imagined him to—apathetic. Indecipherable.

"Fuck you. I don't need you to take care of me," you scoff. "My friends'll drop me off at my apartment like they always do."

Mingyu rolls his eyes. "You mean the same friends who called me because they're tired of having to clean up after your shit? I don't want to be here either, princess, but I'm actually getting paid to keep you in line, if you hadn't known that yet."

There's something so unfairly attractive in the snark in his tone, and you fucking hate him for it. Mostly, you hate yourself for even thinking that anything about Mingyu is remotely alluring.

In the end, you just tell yourself that you're an objective person. You have eyes, and it won't cost anything to admit that Mingyu is conventionally attractive. Even if you did hate his guts.

Not that he'll ever hear you admit that aloud, though.

You're vaguely aware of how the hem of your too-short dress rides up your thighs as Mingyu rises back to his full height—having no problems carrying you out of the bathroom bridal-style.

Under normal circumstances, you would've struggled. Proved that you could very much handle yourself despite being obviously hammered. But your head is spinning, and your limbs feel like they'll disintegrate any second.

Eyes closed, you press your face into the fine fabric of Mingyu's suit—breathing in the same scent that repulsed you not five minutes earlier in an attempt at anchoring your consciousness.

As Mingyu maneuvers you out of the bathroom, the loud bass blaring from the speakers at the frat party you've decided to attend last minute rings in your eardrums. You don't have to see your surroundings to know you've got onlookers. Those unsubtle comments are clue enough to know you're being watched.

Who is that? Her boyfriend?

No, idiot, that's probably her bodyguard or some shit. Her family's loaded as fuck.

So lucky. If I had a bodyguard like that, I'd totally let him smash.

The real question is: would he let you smash?

Fuck you.

You want to flash them the most disgusted look you could muster. As if you'd stoop low enough to fuck Mingyu, of all people. Don't they know who you are? You could easily let any man or woman you wanted on their knees for you.

You were supposed to stick to your regular routine of getting railed into the next day after a few drinks and sticks, but you obviously got a little too excited about the new strains your friends snuck into the party. Now you're being princess carried by a man you absolutely despise, too shit-faced to even be remotely desired by anyone else at the moment.

Still, never in a million years would you consider having this guy as a bodyguard lucky.

You can tell you're outside when the music starts to fade in the distance and the cold starts to prickle your legs and arms. A somewhat coherent part of you recalls leaving your designer jacket in the coatrack of the frat house, and if you weren't so fucking shit-faced, you would've yelled at Mingyu to go back and get it.

But just before you can consider asking him somewhat nicely, you hear him unlock a car that definitely doesn't sound like yours—making your ears perk up, and your consciousness flood back in much faster.

"What are you—?"

You thrash in Mingyu's arms until he lets you down on the ground—throwing him a stone-cold glare right after. The fact that your pedicured feet are in direct contact with the asphalt makes your rage spike further. How dare this asshole leave your Valentinos behind? He might as well have just left you at the party altogether!

"I'm not driving home with you," you growl.

Mingyu's expression doesn't even budge. "You're not driving. I am."

"Don't try to be fucking smart with me. I'm high, not stupid."

Folding your arms across your chest, you try to pretend that you're not in the middle of the street, arguing with Mingyu as your blood pressure rises to unimaginable heights.

Unfortunately for you, this isn't the first time your friends have left you in the quote-unquote capable hands of your bodyguard. But every time he did, he would always drive whatever car you chose to bring for the occasion and drop you off at your place.

When he brings a car of his own, however...

"You're bringing me straight to the old man," you grumble. "You think he'll appreciate seeing his daughter all wasted at three in the morning? You think he'll be happy with you when he finds out you let me sneak out like this? Are you stupid or do you actually want to get fired?"

"And who told you I was going to bring you to him?" Mingyu shakes his head, letting out a long-winded sigh. "Like I said, I don't want to be here either. The last thing I need is even more overtime after your father sets you straight."

That makes you pause, eyes widening with a hint of mistrust. Mingyu listens to every word his employer says. He's the perfect little lapdog. So perfect that sneaking out for these nightly escapades of yours have grown increasingly difficult with how good he is at finding you and bringing you home.

So hearing him practically say that he won't tattle on you...

"How can I be sure you're not fucking with me? That if I fall asleep in the car, I won't wake up in the courtyard of the old man's stupid mansion?"

"Do I look like I have the energy to deal with both of you at the same time?" he replies sharply, opening the door to the passenger seat with a hint of finality in his actions. "Just get in the fucking car so we can all head to bed before sunrise."

The sound of the house party still in full swing echoes in your ears from the distance. Your skin tingles a little beneath the heat of Mingyu's mildly pissed off gaze, and you let out a shuddering breath to keep yourself from giving the feeling a name.

"Fine."

...

Good news: you made it safely back to your apartment without anyone alerting your father about your true whereabouts.

Bad news: Mingyu just won't fucking leave.

He insisted that you get yourself refreshed with a shower first before he talks to you in the living room. The same guy that right-out said that you should hop in the passenger seat of his car so you'd both be asleep before the sun rises. The clock is already pushing past four in the morning, and Mingyu still insists on lecturing you before he leaves?

You of all people know how obstinate he can be. He's even more stubborn than you are, if you're being completely honest. So even if it wounds your pride to play along with what he has planned, you head back to your living room right after slipping on your usual nightgown—flashing Mingyu a look to remind him you're not at all pleased with whatever bullshit he wants to talk about.

However, your irritation ebbs a little when you see a plate of your favorite cookies sitting on the coffee table, along with a glass of water and a sheet of Advil.

Your gaze drifts from the snacks to your bodyguard, who looks more dressed down than usual. His coat is folded neatly, hanging off one side of your couch, and the first three buttons of his dress shirt are undone.

You gulp, prying your eyes off the sliver of chest he's willingly exposed before seating a respectable distance away.

"What did you want to talk about?" You try to sound casual as you leaned forward, reaching for a cookie and the glass of water without as much initiating eye contact.

"You smoked a few joints at the party, didn't you?"

You take a bite, washing it down with your drink before replying with, "So what if I did? A little kush isn't going to kill anybody, Mingyu."

"We both know 'a little' doesn't exist in your vocabulary, princess," he points out, crossing his arms with an unimpressed look. "Anyway, I'm not your father, so I typically don't care about what drugs you're taste testing every night—"

"Are you implying that you suddenly care now?"

"With a new poisonous marijuana strain circulating in the underground market? Of course I do."

You do a double take on that, staring at him hard as you begrudgingly swallow your cookie, "What? Underground market? And what do you mean poisonous?"

Mingyu lets out another sigh when he leans forward to reach for the box of cigarettes and a lighter you left strewn across your coffee table. You're even more surprised to see him lighting himself a stick and taking a drag than you were when he prepared some snacks and water for you.

"Some Columbian drug cartels thought it would be funny to infiltrate surface-level drug transactions. Long story short, they invented some fucked up strain laced with belladonna and smuggled it into the market under the impression that it's a new sativa strain."

You absolutely have no idea how Mingyu even got ahold of this information, but realizing the implication of his words has your stomach sinking with dread. If what he's saying is true, it's no wonder you were out so fucking quick tonight.

"I'm not gonna die within twenty four hours, right?" you half-joke because, Jesus, you're adventurous with your drugs, but you wouldn't willingly take something that can actually kill you.

To your relief, Mingyu shakes his head. "I don't know the science behind it either, but I was told sativa tones down the poisonous effect of belladonna by a huge margin. The worst you'll experience is a fever and a nasty cough if you don't do anything about it."

"Gee, way to be reassuring."

Mingyu scoffs before taking another drag of his cigarette. Your gaze is riveted on the cut of his jaw as he inhales the smoke with eyes closed. It's only when he flicks the ashes in a small ashtray you left by the small table beside the couch that you realize he's pushed the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows—exposing a good deal of his toned arms.

You immediately take a huge gulp of water, not wanting such unsavory thoughts about an unsavory person to surface now, of all times.

You might be more refreshed after your shower, but if you're starting to ogle Kim Mingyu, the strange joints you've been hitting all night might've messed with your head more than you thought.

"That's why we're going to the doctor tomorrow—"

You scowl. "Like hell I'm going to pay Doctor Yoon a visit. That guy's the biggest tattletale in the world. He'll definitely tell the old man. Oh, and I actually have classes tomorrow if you're forgetting, Mingyu."

"You're pretending to attend those now that it's convenient for you?" He smirks as he breathes out another puff of smoke. "Nice try, princess. But don't worry your pretty little head about it. I'll take you to another doctor I know—someone who won't get us both in trouble by telling your father that you've been smoking bad weed."

"Again, way to be fucking reassuring."

The silence finally settles as you nibble contemplatively on the snacks he brought for you. You're can say for sure that you're most certainly sober now, so Mingyu's words have got you thinking.

But it's a little difficult to think about the state of your health when you've got a sort-of uninvited guest manspreading right next to you on the couch.

"Aren't you going to leave?" you ask. "Just text me what time we're going to visit that doctor friend of yours."

"How would you feel if you got told to scram while you're in the middle of a smoke?" Mingyu flashes you an annoyed look. "For the third time, I don't even want to be here, princess. At least let me have this as compensation for saving your sorry ass."

He's so fucking infuriating.

The rough undercurrent in his voice. The perpetual upward curve of his lips as if he always has the upper hand. His beefy arms. His built chest.

...Not to mention his unexpected thoughtfulness when he decided to stick around and inform you about what you might've gotten yourself into instead of leaving you to fend for yourself. He even brought out your favorite cookies for good measure.

You never really know what to do with Kim fucking Mingyu. He stirs up all sorts of confusing feelings inside your chest at any given time, and frankly, you've had enough of it.

You allow yourself to relish in the pride that swells in your chest when he nearly drops his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray the moment you crawl on top of his lap.

Mingyu's mouth quivers with some sensible words his job description probably requires him to say, but you rob him of his ability to speak when you steal the cancer stick from his fingers. In one long breath, you smoke the cigarette down to the filter—killing it on your ashtray before leaning down to press your lips to his.

With how stunned he is, it doesn't take a lot of effort to pry Mingyu's mouth open, breathing the smoke into his mouth. Once you're satisfied, you pull away with a triumphant smirk.

"Now you're done," you say, making the motions to get off his lap. "I'm heading to bed. Don't wake me up before noon for that doctor's appointment or else I'm going to slash your ti—"

You don't even get to finish that sentence. Mingyu suddenly flips you over so that your back is pressed against the couch and he's lying on top of you—both knees planted on either side of your hips as he gazes at you with an ireful glare.

"W-What are you doing?" you whisper, but in spite of the protesting nature of your words, you can't help but feel a pang of white hot desire shoot straight through you when you feel just how big he is now that his body is pressed against yours.

"Teaching a bad girl a lesson," he whispers, grabbing your face roughly. "You can't just pull off shit like that and expect to walk away from it unscathed, princess."

Fuck. That nickname he always uses never fails to get on your nerves on any other day. But when he sounds like that and has you under him like this...

"What are you gonna do about it then?" you ask.

Mingyu chuckles darkly, as he squishes your face with his big, long fingers. You nearly shudder at the thought of what those digits could do to you if you just pushed the right buttons.

"You'll just have to fuck around and find out."

When the pressure of his strong grip leaves your cheeks, confusion paints your features. Mingyu's weight eases off your pliant body almost immediately as well, leaving you to scowl at him incredulously. He doesn't even look at you as he collects his coat from where it hangs off your couch.

But before he can even think about putting it back on, something not so different from a growl resonates deep in your chest as you sit back up—tugging on the collar of his shirt to smash your lips together.

Mingyu all but groans into the kiss, but you're not sure if you can even call it that. There's nothing but hunger fueling the both of you as your tongue slides alongside his, mapping out each other's mouths like your lives depended on it.

You vaguely hear his coat fall to the floor as Mingyu goes back to crowding you against the couch—one of his strong arms circling your waist as he grinds his hips against your middle. It's nearly embarrassing how willing you are to receive his advances.

You, the same person who told your bodyguard you refused to drive home with him, are now making out with said bodyguard at four in the morning.

But then again, who fucking cares?

"You have no idea," he whispers hoarsely against your lips and you let out a stifled moan when you feel the outline of his erection rut against your clothed pussy, "how much you drive me insane. You're such a fucking handful, you know that?"

"I'm glad to know I make your life miserable," you bite back despite the fact that, when Mingyu brings down the straps of your nightgown to expose your breasts to the cool air, you do nothing about it.

Mingyu lets out a harsh laugh. "You're probably into this, aren't you, princess? You like riling me up so much so that I'd snap and teach you a lesson?"

You want to tell him that he's being fucking full of himself if he thinks you've planned this that far back. But with how massive he feels through his trousers alone, you can't say that you don't want him inside you right this second.

It doesn't help that he's giving your chest a generous amount of attention—suckling at your nipples in a way that has you twitching beneath him with sensitivity.

"So what if I am?" you say, testing the limits of what he'll let you get away with. "You talk big about teaching me a lesson but you're being awfully careful with me. Aren't you going to shove your cock down my throat to get me to shut up?"

Mingyu chuckles with a quick shake of his head, like he isn't even taking your words seriously. You let out a sharp yelp when he bites down on one of your breasts—leaving a distinct imprint of his canines on your skin before staring into your eyes.

"I can choke you with my cock next time, princess. For now, I just want to make you come until you're crying for me."

Fuck.

Mingyu wastes no time. He immediately sinks to his knees on the floor, hauling your hips closer to the edge of the couch so that he can hook your thighs over his shoulders. When he realizes that you're not wearing any underwear underneath your flimsy satin nightgown, you swear the noise he makes is near animalistic.

"Don't get f-fucking cocky," you stammer, nerves alight everywhere his lips graze your inner thighs. "I don't usually wear underwear before going to sleep! This wasn't for you."

"It is now," Mingyu says before licking a long stripe from your leaking hole to your aching clit. He holds your thighs far apart as his lips latch onto that little bundle of nerves, alternating with delicious licks at your sensitive folds.

He practically smothers his face into your cunt as he continues his relentless assault on your clit. By the time Mingyu starts to tease his tongue along your entrance, your fingers have found their way into his unruly hair—moans falling from your lips with little concern about appearances.

Mingyu pulls away for a moment, and you nearly snap at him from that alone until he eases one of those thick fingers into your wet channel—dark eyes trained on you as he stretches you out with a hungry gaze.

You don't even feel any semblance of shame when you start to ride that single digit, wanting to feel him go deeper and spread you wider. Fortunately, your bodyguard is more attentive than you think, and it doesn't take long for him to ease another finger into your needy pussy, curling them just so once he's sure he's found that spot that'll render you an incoherent mess.

The sound he rips out of you is unholy and Mingyu growls again before his mouth finds its way back onto your cunt—getting lost in the taste of you on his tongue.

"Where's the fight you've been putting up against me all this time, princess?" he taunts just before those stupidly thick fingers graze that sensitive patch of flesh inside you again. "Are you that desperate? You've fucked yourself up so much tonight that you couldn't bring anyone back home. Your bodyguard's gonna have to do, huh?"

You know you should be affronted by how offensive his words are. Mingyu might be an expert at getting on your nerves, but with how good his fucking mouth feels as he laves at your cunt like a man starved, you can't even let yourself feel any modicum of annoyance.

"M-Mingyu," you gasp as he suckles on your clit again—steadily building your orgasm from the ground-up. "I'm gonna come, f-fuck!"

Three. Mingyu slides in three fingers at your admission, and you nearly cry with how wide he's stretching you out. This time, he switches from sucking at your clit to rapidly flicking his tongue against the sensitive pearl.

Your toes curl with oversensitivity, thighs nearly crushing his head as you frame the syllables of his name in another wanton moan. When Mingyu curls his fingers inside you one more time, the tension that's been building in your stomach snaps like a rubber band.

Once you teeter off the precarious edge of release, you feel a gush of slick surge out of your cunt and into his awaiting mouth. Mingyu laps it all up—his sinful tongue catching every drop of your tangy essence. If you didn't know better, you would think he's desperate for you as much as you are for him.

It takes a while for your mind to fully come back online after that first orgasm, chest heaving almost painfully with how Mingyu took your breath away with oral alone. When you finally have your wits about you, your bodyguard surges forward so that your faces are levelled, and you nearly groan when you see the way his mouth and chin glisten with your juices.

"So fucking delicious for me," he rasps. "Gonna let me have a taste of this pussy every time now, princess? Want my mouth on you before you sleep?

"Do whatever you want, Gyu," you mewl, tugging him closer as you position yourself horizontally on the couch. "N-Need you so bad."

He sighs, unbuttoning the rest of his dress shirt as he drinks in the sight of you all fucked out and compliant because of his mouth and fingers alone. Your lips are parted, eyes glistening with tears or desire—Mingyu can't say for sure just yet.

But if he can get you this wrecked from oral, he can't fucking wait to see what you'll look like after he gets you to cream on his cock.

His shirt falls to the floor and you can't contained the awed gasp that leaves you at the sight of him. He's built like a fucking sculpture—all lean muscle and hard toned abs. It would make sense for Mingyu to be this well-built, being your bodyguard and all, but the thought of having his body pressed against yours as he fucks you into the couch is sending your mind into overdrive.

"You're so adorable," he chuckles, but you know the words are anything but a compliment. "A moment ago you were challenging everything I said and did. Now you're suddenly an agreeable little thing. Are you that cock-hungry, princess? Want something to fill that pretty pussy?"

"Yes." You don't even hesitate. "Yes, yes, yes. Want your cock in me. Want you to fill me up, Gyu. Please..."

Fortunately for you, Mingyu isn't one to tease. The moment you've given him the green light to rearrange your insides, he steps out of his tight trousers and boxers at the same time, pumping his thick cock in one hand as he nudges your thighs apart once again.

You practically salivate at the thought that you're about to take all those delicious inches inside you. Mingyu doesn't miss the starry look on your face, but doesn't take the time to gloat about it. Instead, he leans all the way forward so that your thighs are squished against your chest—easing your legs across his shoulders in a position that's not so different from when he ate you out earlier.

"Gonna fuck the attitude out of you, princess," he promises before pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "You ready for me?"

You nod a little too eagerly, forcing his face into the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around his head. "Gyu, please..."

"Alright. Since you asked so nicely."

He doesn't even give any forewarning when he bottoms out inside you in one languid stroke. A choked up noise gets caught in your chest with how sudden he was, how full you feel in such a short amount of time, but Mingyu doesn't give you any time to think, or even to breathe.

Before you can even get a single word out, he's pulling his hips back—making you feel every inch of his thick cock before slamming his hips forward with a powerful thrust that drives you further into the sofa. You let out a long-winded moan, unable to do anything about it as he pounds into you with the vigor of someone who's been putting up with your shit for a better part of the year.

"Pussy's so fucking tight for me," he growls. "You're squeezing my cock so good, princess. Is this all I had to do so you'd stop driving me crazy? Eat you out a little and dick you down 'til you forget your name?"

You can't even process what he's saying right now—too lost in the sensation of his cockhead grazing your cervix with each forward stroke. He's reaching into you so deep that you might really just forget everything but the letters of Mingyu's name by the time he's done with you.

"M-Mingyu," you drawl dumbly as he peppers your neck with bites and bruises—unrelenting with his deep strokes as your cunt flutters around his length. "Fuck. L-Love your cock so much—oh!"

You let out a gasp that Mingyu quickly muffles with his own mouth as he adjusts your positions on the sofa—easing your legs off of his shoulders in exchange for spreading them wider on the cushions. How he manages to do that without his cock slipping out of you is a testament to your flexibility, and he's already cooking up what he'll do about that information for next time.

Mingyu continues kissing you all while he plants one foot on the couch and the other on the floor. When he tugs your hips even closer it's only then that you realize that the lunatic has you in a mating press.

"How long have you been thinking about me fucking you like this?" he whispers, deciding to drag it out with slow, deep thrusts that only serve to frustrate you. "You wouldn't have let me go this far if you hadn't thought about it at least once, princess."

I've wanted to fuck you since the old man introduced us, is the correct answer but you've still got some shred of dignity. If Mingyu wants the truth, he's going to have to work for it.

"Fuck me again after this, and I might give you an answer," you rasp, meeting his lazy thrusts with some of your own to get the point that you want him to ram into you across.

"There she is," Mingyu laughs. "My nasty, sharp-tongued princess. Thought I lost you for a sec."

"You will if you don't fuck me until I black out."

"Oh? All you had to do was ask, you know."

Then and there, Mingyu makes good of that interesting position he'd unknowingly lured you into—plunging that fat cock even deeper into your pussy if that's even possible. It felt heavenly, taking all of him while your legs dangled off his shoulders, but there's just something about having your legs spread impossibly wide as he drills into you with the full intention of making you come until you're crying that does it for you.

As each second passes, Mingyu's thrusts become more erratic—hips snapping with hard, calculated strokes so fucking good that tears are starting to glisten along the lines of your lashes like he promised.

You mewl his name like a string of prayers as the sound of your cunt squelching with every thrust rings in your ears. It's insane how close he's driven you to the edge in the span of thirty minutes, and you're starting to grow fearful of how addicting it feels to have him inside you like this.

At this point, you'd rather get off on Mingyu's cock than get high from some shady sativa joint. Something tells you he'd rather have that, too.

"Where do you want me, princess?" he whispers into your ear, reaching between your legs to give you just the right pressure you've been missing on your clit. You have to bite back a sob when he presses his thumb against it.

"Inside," you whimper as he continues plunging his engorged length into you. "Fill me with your cum, please, Gyu. I want it—want it so bad."

Mingyu hisses when you clench around his cock, large hands undoubtedly about to leave bruises on your thighs come morning. When you hear that deep, sexy laugh in your ear, you know it's all over for you.

"Come on my cock first, princess. Then I'll give you what you want."

He punctuates the words by drawing quick, tight circles on your clit all while keeping up the cadence of his thrusts. With the steady stream of stimulation he's so willing to give, it's a no-brainer for another orgasm to blindside you yet again.

You cry out with bliss as you screw your eyes shut—tears running down your cheeks in cascades as you fall apart on Mingyu's cock. He fucks into you despite the overstimulation, his own high not far behind because of the expression you're showing him.

"That's it," he rasps, leaning down to kiss the tears away. "Fucking cry for me, princess."

You're not sure if you're just too blissed out to comprehend it properly, but you're pretty sure that Mingyu just triggered another orgasm from you when you feel him twitch inside—your tight channel being covered in his white hot emission.

It doesn't help that your insatiable lover continues to fuck his cum deeper into your abused cunt, taking full advantage of this position while he can.

"M-Mingyu," you beg, fingers raking across his back as he punches the breath out of your lungs. "Too much. T-Too much."

You thought he wouldn't heed your words, but surprisingly, Mingyu halts every movement to gaze at you with a hint of concern lining his gaze. Wordlessly, he eases himself out of your sore cunt, wiping the tears off your eyes before pressing a kiss on your lips.

"Sorry," he murmurs before gently fixing the straps of your nightgown. He even tugs the hem down despite the fact that his cum is currently leaking out of you. "You want me to tuck you in?"

You nod, lacing your fingers around his neck, the overstimulated mess you are. Mingyu breathes out a quiet laugh before carrying you into his arms again.

"Alright, princess. Let's get you to bed."

You don't have the heart nor the energy to protest. Besides, it's his job to take care of you, after all.

⟢ end notes: reminder to not take any of the medical indications abt drugs that i included in this fic seriously. i made all of those up. oh and this should go w/o saying but don't fuck anyone while under the influence of anything AT ALL !!!

that aside, happy birthday to everyone's favorite puppy boy mingyu! i ended up loving him a lot more as i stanned svt, and i hope everyone else gives him the same love as well! god knows he has lots to give to both his members and his fans ueueue

++ if you spotted a few errors here and there, please don't tell me or i'll die of embarrassment ^_^ this wasn't proofread bcs i wanted to drop this exactly on his bday (i am 1 hour and 34 mins late!) HEHEHE i was sposed to write an ending scene in the morning where gyu wakes up and sees her wearing his shirt while making breakfast but that'll make this too long :| i'll just leave that to ur imagination!

[blunaggregator]

BLA Awards 2023 Breakthrough Actor of the Year Nominees

Bright Rapheephong Thapsuwan (I Feel You Linger in the Air, Scent of Memory)

Chun Pachchun Hiranprateep (Naughty Babe, Our Skyy 2: Vice Versa)

Hymn Elisha Triwiwatkul (Bed Friend, Step by Step, Playboyy)

Jericho Del Rosario (My Story, Tie The Not, Our Story)

Junior Chokkorn Deotrakul (My Universe: Right Time, Right You, My Universe: You Are My So(ul) Mate, My Universe: Friends Forever)

Nonkul Chanon Santinatornkul (I Feel You Linger in the Air, Scent of Memory)

Ohm Thipakorn Thitathan (A Boss and a Babe, Our Skyy 2: A Boss and a Babe, Last Twilight)

Pure Napolpong Sooksombut (Hit Bite Love, My Universe: Friends Forever)

Shell Thakrit Chaiwut (Step by Step, Middleman's Love, Playboyy, The Sign, Bed Friend)

Tang-oh Nattawat Trisomboon (Hit Bite Love, Senior Love Me?, Senior Love Me? Season 2)

[bonefall]

I've gotta know, where does Heathertail fall into the rewrite? She's one of my favorite side characters, I find it so funny she was friends with Lionblaze and then went to date his messed up half brother. She feels like an 'I can fix him' kind of girl and I love that for her. Also, obviously, the drama she could have had about Darktail and Onestar, which could have been very interesting family drama. And, speaking of that, Whitetail isn't Onestat's apprentice anymore, right? If she's even still Heathertail's mother.

[ID: Halfbody sketch of Heathertail from Warrior Cats. She has a long face, purple eyes, and one long whisker. She's a pale ginger with sandy ears, muzzle, and legs with brown stripes. She's glaring at something off-screen.]

Heather has a VERY expanded role in this rewrite. I'm VERY normal about kids with complicated relationships to their dads.

FIRST THINGS FIRST;

She's a bit of a rebel, but not completely disloyal either. She marches to the beat of her own drum, but stays in-tune with the band, y'know?

If she feels like she's got a good reason for doing something you can't stop her.

Heathertail's Clanmew name is Wishswash-- "Bell Heather Tail".

Contrast to Heatherstar's Clanmew name, Ssinbshai-- "Common Heather Tail"

Onestar's new reduxed parentage is Cloudrunner x Larksplash.

He was named Onekit because he is the only survivor of his birth. His siblings were stillborn and his mother died in the process. It's a hard word to translate; "Ul-arra" means One, but also a whole fraction, and loneliness.

I like the idea that Heathertail looks ginger in some lights, especially as she grows older and her pelt brightens. Like Firestar, or Brushblaze is flashing through her, somehow. A haunting for Onestar.

Onestar's apprentice was Runningbrook, who traumatically dies young in TNP.

Whitetail was not Onestar's apprentice nor was she even his mate; Heathertail was the result of an Honor Siring.

Whitetail wanted kittens and decided to ask the leader of the Clan. Onestar requested co-parenting.

There was no Galekit, Heathertail was from a single-kit litter.

(because im saving galekit for someone else's litter)

Heatherpaw in Po3

Since Bonefall Po3 is episodic and worldbuilding-focused, Heatherpaw is able to feature in a bunch of individual conflicts

She is meeting HOLLY in the tunnels this time around, not Lion

They catch feelings for each other, but Heather isn't as ready to ride as Holly is.

Pressure from her father as tensions between Thunder and Wind grow, Holly's growing investment in their relationship, and eventually the kittens getting lost following her, Heather breaks it off and stops seeing Holly.

When Sedge reveals the secret tunnels to Onestar, Heather was EXTREMELY uncomfortable that One immediately started planning to use it to attack ThunderClan

he was one of Breezepaw's friends who joined him on his dog-patrol, and feels bad he got in the most trouble when they were all part of the bad idea

She starts to develop a growing resentment for her father. He's unfair, he wants conflict when there doesn't need to be any, it's upsetting.

She does NOT join the Dark Forest though. She IS approached, but knows right away that this is bad news

Breezepelt's growing radicalization along with her old friends is concerning, but she doesn't know what to do without snitching

Yeah this is bad, but IMAGINE telling dad about this and seeing him do something drastic. She doesn't trust either side.

Onestar's not always the worst but she also doesn't feel like he reliably makes good choices.

Unlike canon, she is not a Breezepelt Stan after OotS. She doesn't trust him, for good reason. However, she is more sympathetic to his conspirators. Especially Sunstrike, who was so badly wounded in the battle that exiling her could have been a death sentence.

Heathertail in AVoS

She is a main character in AVoS this time around.

Her narrative use is to be the inside voice of WindClan. She's there to see how Onestar grows increasingly paranoid, and to point out his cruelty as he refuses to aid ShadowClan, and how this eventually leads to Darktail assuming control of it.

This is important because The Kin starts as a small problem. The point here is that the fall of ShadowClan could have been avoided if pigheaded Clan isolationism hadn't gotten in the way.

This directly leads to the Law of the Lake at the end of this arc-- that all Clans have a responsibility to preserve the others.

But, back to the story

The first members of WindClan who join the Kin are Known Halfclans and Dark Forest trainees. Cats who feel ostracized. Breezepelt is the very first, Sedgewhisker probably joins next.

(Adding a bit of depth to Sedge by saying that Gorsetail fumbled her secret and spilled the beans about Beechfur)

That causes the treatment of the deputy Harespring, the elder Sunstrike, and her mate Furzepelt to get worse, though they keep trying to prove their loyalty at first.

ONESTAR is not the one who makes his confession. Darktail pushes him and pushes him, trying to goad him into admitting it, finally revealing his pedigree after a point I haven't worked out yet.

And it's at this point he recruits Heathertail directly.

Heathertail joins The Kin, wanting to know more, and to hear out the other side of her father's legacy

Unfortunately, this was a trap. Darktail wants to hurt Onestar and the minute he feels Heathertail 'betrays' him in some way, she's in the same boat

She rekindles her friendship with Breezepelt in the meanwhile

Dark keeps Heather around for a while until some minor infraction pops up, and he uses this to execute her and a bunch of others (probably talking to cats outside of The Kin, maybe even Onestar himself and Darktail says this is spying)

And this becomes the moment where Breezepelt makes his dramatic turn.

"Execution? But, you said... you said you only wanted to show her the truth, not hurt her??"

"This is our truth. Breezepelt, you understand it better than anyone-- you want to bring the same pain to your own father as I'm about to do to my treacherous blood-kin."

Breeze has a moment here, realizing that he DOESN'T want to be Darktail and Heathertail doesn't deserve this

He has more to work through but right now those are the two major things

Heathertail escapes with several others including Breezepelt, back to WindClan.

After this, she's a huge proponent for SkyClan's inclusion at the lake. She is probably a major reason why the Law of the Lake is passed, cutting through general fear and xenophobia to remind everyone that The Kin never would have gotten as big as it did if the Clans had not allowed ShadowClan to falter.

The Clans need some good peppering of characters who make reasonable, diplomatic arbiters who are good at public speaking. That's how I'm seeing Heather.

[troutfur]

Tonight is Writer's Choice night because I said so and because I binged the whole of the new book over the course of my day off and it gave me ideas.

Tomorrow we're back to taking prompts from the audience, in accordance with my guidelines, but as a clarification since I've got more than a handful: Mapleshade's Vengeance is in fact one of the books I haven't read. And I'm not sure it's a book I even want to read. After the whole "yeah it's totally a good idea to write an article telling kids that if they don't jump into a flooding river to save someone else they're going to Hell, just get social media to shut up" fiasco from last year it just has left a sour taste in my mouth.

Preamble out of the way, enjoy Sunbeam's ThunderClan polycule, feat. pfurr dynamic worldbuilding:

On the night Nightheart went missing, Sunbeam went into her new nest feeling dejected. The whole of ThunderClan had been buzzing with a celebratory atmosphere but hearing her mate had left had her double-guessing herself at her decisions so far. The cryptic reassurances from StarClan Squirrelstar conveyed to to her had for sure not had remotely close to the intended effect. With no clear reason why he was gone she was left wondering if Nightheart’s wenwi --his maternal grandmother-- was even telling the truth or just trying to save face for her awbyyo --her bloodline.

As she settled in to sleep, Sunbeam felt a paw prodding at her side. “Hey.” Sunbeam raised her face to see the tortoiseshell face of Nightheart’s sister.“I know you haven’t officially joined the pfurr, but... would you like to sleep with us? At least until my brother’s back.”

“I...” Sunbeam was a bit taken aback. She turned her face towards two other cats cuddled with each other, their faces expectantly towards her. Those must be her empf --her nestmates-- Sunbeam guessed. “I thought Nightheart slept alone. He did mention you but with how he spoke I thought he was a--”

“Oh no, no!” the molly was quick to interject. “StarClan no, he’s not nearly bad enough to be a hug’koo.” In their language that was a word meant ‘cuckoo’, but it could also mean a cat that had been expelled from a nest. “He just has fallen into the habit of sleeping on his own. Being made a warrior late and all.”

“But he left his Clan to court me,” Sunbeam protested. Having let that slip out she wanted to swallow back her tongue. Berryheart would certainly have thought that an offense grave enough and she hoped upon reconsidering Finchlight wouldn’t agree with that view.

“And he’s not going to lose his place in his birth pfurr from that,” Finchlight said with a shrug. “You just try again the other way ‘round. The elders may say it’s disrespectful but I’ve always thought it was jus the smart thing to do.”

“It’s not like I have a sibling to share a nest with who I care about offending,” Sunbeam mused, rising to her paws as she followed Finchlight back to her nest.

“Really?” she asked. “An ul-arramew? You don’t very much act like one.”

“No, it’s not like that,” Sunbeam said. “I have two brothers in fact. But one of them took a SkyClan mate and the other was not very pleased. And so...”

“Oh,” Finchlight said. “I’m sorry I pried.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Sunbeam said. “What’s the courtship period for if not for meeting your soon-to-be mate?” The word she used there was empf for in their language there’s no distinction between one’s romantic partner and any other cat one share a nest with.

“Settle in,” Finchlight offered as she carved her space between alongside the other two cats, a golden tabby tom and a pale brown molly, who were already settled on their nest. “It should be enough for all four. We had it expanded for Nightheart forever ago but since he insists on being by his lonesome.”

“Hey,” Sunbeam greeted with a flick of her tail which the other cats responded to in kind. Though everyone in the nest was cozy and fit rather neatly the atmosphere didnt’ seem yet conducive for actually going to sleep. “So... Nightheart never mentioned any other empf other than her sister. When did you all start courting?”

Myrtlebloom and Bayshine went wide-eyed in surprise for a moment before clarity dawned on them and they gave an amused purr.

“We didn’t court,” Bayshine --the tom-- clarified. “We’ve just... kinda always shared a nest.”

“Pryyp?” Sunbeam piped up.

“Our wipfurrs” --that means mothers-- “were always close. And Sparkpelt had not been in the right mindset to nurse or take care of Finchy or Nighty towards their first moon or so. So they nursed with us and the habit of sharing a nest just kinda stuck.”

“Did he never tell you?” Finchlight asked.

“No, he didn’t,” Sunbeam said in surprise. “That’s lovely of her and lovely of you. When he spoke of ThunderClan he always stressed other things.”

“Typical,” Bayshine said with an eyeroll. “Such a complainer that Nightheart. There was once towards the beginning of our apprenticeship when he...”

The nest continued gossiping about their missing member until sleep overtook them. As she drifted off into sleep, with her head rested on the soft fur of her soon-to-be empf she began to give off a purr. There may be a piece of their nest missing but now she could work on loving and being loved by the rest of them.

[gillyweedgrl]

Current Tag Game

Asking me things is dangerous, you almost always get more than you bargained for, but here goes nothing...

Tagged by @thegalwhorants, sorry this is so late, I apparently had my notifications turned off 🤦‍♀️

Current Time: 12:51am and I should definitely be in bed.

Current Activity: Watching Ossan's Love HK and procrastinating going to bed.

Currently (Avoiding) Thinking About: The final episode of Venus in the Sky that I both desperately want to watch and don't want to end and the upcoming finale of Kiseki on Tuesday that I'm also dreading. I don't like endings, okay. I also have a lot of thoughts about Only Friends but there's too much of a pissing contest going on between the lovers/haters of each character/pairing (and the show overall) right now that I'm picking my battles.

Current Favourite Song: I've had Counting Stars by Gawin Caskey stuck in my head all week, I've listened to it on repeat several times. In general my current music fixation is on foreign stuff, mostly Thai and K-Pop and I have go-to playlists for both that I listen to pretty much every day at work.

Currently Watching: Venus in the Sky - Is it fantastic? No. Do I love it anyway? You bet. Am I ready for it to end? Never, I HATE endings! My Universe - Watching this bi-weekly so that I can watch each 2-episode story arc all together. The standouts for me so far have been You Are My So(ul) Mate and Lucky Love. *I'll be watching The Camp Fire tomorrow night later tonight. IFYLITA - I have so many feelings about this masterpiece and no comments. They nailed it. Even the ending, which I mustered up the courage to watch, it was beautiful and sad and hopeful, and I want season 2 right now. I'm sure others have better articulated thoughts about some of it's best points such as Bright and Nonkul's impressive performances, the beautiful cinematography and of course, the HANDS! Kiseki: Dear to Me - I came for the mafia and stayed for the cameos, I LIVE for the cameos! Both couples are great but damn are Chen Yi and Ai Di giving me major side couple syndrome. You Are Mine - Quirky and crazy and cute, loving it. I'm also watching Ossan's Love, the Hong Kong version, and am halfway through ep 7. I can't help comparing it to the original (which I just finished last week) but I'm loving it so far and have twice as many eps to look forward to.

Current Favourite Character: Right now I'm loving Siu Muk from Ossan's Love HK, he's such a sweetheart and he's pining so hard for Tin it hurts my heart. I want him to get his happy ending. My all time fave though is King from Bed Friend, hands down. That man went through the wringer for Uea and the heart eyes he makes whenever he looks at Uea make the hopeless romantic in me weak at the knees.

Current WIP: I'm shotcutting some scenes from Cutie Pie/Naughty Babe and Kixx x Kiss x Kiss, I've got a folder full of photo edits to do from an event back in June (that no one but me needs me to edit therefore I have zero motivation to do so) and I have some 30+ drafts right here I could finish and post but my brain, and the lack of seretonin at the thought of doing that, says no.

Tagging these awesome peeps, but only if you're up for it: @taikanyohou, @forcebookish, @burnsuncomet, @lutawolf

[maulatbulu7]

Turning 21!

Omo omo.. time flies SO FAST, alias kok gw ud 21 sii?

Ga kerasa kan udh 21 ya ul? udh berapa hal yang lu hadapin dan laluin? banyak ga sih?

Di umur ke-21 jujur keren banget dah gue kaya (?) gw bisa tetep waras dengan semua masalah yang gw hadapin, gw masih berani untuk nyoba hal yang baru, hal yang ga nyaman. gw menjadi anak yg lebih dewasa i guess.. gw jadi orang yang belajar menghadapi situasi sulit itu... Jujur banyak banget hal yang terjadi karna gw ikut banyak kegiatan juga, makanya banyak pula masalahnya HUFT litereli di semester 6 ini bener bener yang gw grasak grusuk banget. Dibilang berantakan bisa iya bisa engga. Tugas gw terbengkalai, mental gw terobang ambing, badan gw sakit, berat badan gw turun (mulu). Bahkan gw jadi orang yang menghela nafas berat setiap hari lho wkwkwk. Gw juga sadar, mental gw kayanya ga baik baik aja, klo gw nonton atau baca atau liat apapun yang nge-trigger tuh gw bisa langsung nangis et sampe gw ngebayangin situasi sedih aja bisa nangis beneran di rl. Ya pokonya se berat itu sobat.

Despite semua hal berat yang gw alami, gw juga pastinya ngalamin dong hal bahagia that become my core memories atau yhhh beautiful lah wkwk. Dari gw yang akhirnya punya ATM, gw yang nerima gaji pertama kali, gw yang jadi ketua divisi, gw yang punya laptop baru dll. Seru dah ada sedih ada seneng nya ((emng hidup gitu)). Dan gw pengen ngasi tau klo semua ini tu bisa gw jalanin, gw masih hidup dengan baik gara gara mamah n ayah. they're the reason why i still survive. Karna siapa lagi klo bukan keluarga? gw bersyukur punya mereka pokonya ga bisa dingganggu gugat lagi itu adalah fakta.

Nah kan jadi curhat kehidupan tuh. So that's up and down my life will be. will always be. Buat kehidupan 21 ini semoga gw bisa tetep survive. gw bisa jadi lebih baik dari sebelumnya, gw bisa lebih membanggakan lagi, gw bisa lebih sukses, dan segala kebaikan lainnya bisa mengahampiri gw. AMIN.

Cheer Up mate! thank you for surviving in this damn long time. keren banget lu, banyak banget pengalaman yng lu dapet, gunain itu semua buat pelajaran untuk jadi lebih baik ya.

7 juni nya udh berakhir, udh jam 00:55 wwkwkwk, selamat menjalankan kehidupan di umur 21 ya, good luck. Bismillah.

[mikuni14]

La Pluie Ep 12 - was it really a series about soul mates?

Since I have very little time to watch series lately, I'm trying to be more careful about what I watch and what I spend on my limited time. (besides, the quality of recent series coming out is so poor that there is literally only ONE drama that I am waiting for every week and actively looking for time to watch it) That's why I decided to read the reviews of the La Pluie finale first before watching it, because this series simply doesn't spark much joy in me and I decided to watch the episode only if the reviews are sensational 😉

The series actually ended for me at episode 11, where the parents finally addressed the hearing loss and connection phenomenon in a meaningful way, it was also abvious that everything would end well for the two main couples, so I didn't feel any special need to watch the finale.

The absolute majority of the reviews come down to the excitement because of LomfonTien and the GL couple, and some vague mention that, oh yes! right, there was also a main couple, but whatever, did you see Lomfon and Tien kiss? 😀 So I decided to skip the ep.

That’s why correct me if I'm wrong, beacuse I have some final thoughts and since I skipped the finale, I may have missed something: - after all, it has not been explained what this whole phenomenon of hearing loss that happens in the rain is all about, right? - what surprises me is that this phenomenon is not studied in any way, it just exists, it has a whole romantic sugarcoating and some random dude in Thailand one day just cancels it, his soul mates parents are getting divorced and no one studies it, no one checks it....?????? plus soul mates connection that include that random dude consists of 3 people and yet it does not end with poly??? - since the parents are divorced and everyone is chill about it, since there was a couple at the beginning of the series who were not soul mates, although the guy had a hearing loss, since Tai rejected Lomfon, then from a scientific point of view, this rain connection is NOT a soul mate type because if only in this one Tai’s "social bubble" we see THREE couples who are NOT TOGETHER despite hearing loss, in a short period of time, then this phenomenon must be more common and therefore "connection in the rain means being soul mates" should already be overthrown  - unless this couple from the cafe and Tai's parents are a phenomenon on a global scale but apparently no one cares 😀 - Tai breaking the connection simply because he doesn’t want it literally undermined the whole idea of soul mate. as far as I can see, no one cares about it, he doesn't devote a single moment to this shocking?, groundbreaking? event (which personally doesn't surprise me, Tai is an extremely self-centered person) - basically, the hearing loss, the rain connection, is just a means to tell a romantic story and has nothing to do with soul mate trope. I feel cheated 😁 I was waiting for some revelation, but I got the ordinary, simple love story and relationship, which I don't foretell happiness remembering Patts' burst of aggression and Tai’s tendency to avoid problems and his selfishness  - the series supposedly punched the viewers at the very end for the ‘wow’ effect?, giving Tien a hearing loss?, ok, coolcoolcool...... but why?

I liked the scene with Tai's parents in ep 11, but I still have one question: if Tai's mom and her new husband want to have a romantic evening, or go to bed and it starts raining, isn't that awkward? How do they feel about it, after all, her ex-husband HAS TO FEEL IT, Tai felt Patts kissing his ex. The series showed parents as "just parents, asexual beings who only talk to each other about kids" lol. But they’re not just that! How does a wife's connection with her ex-husband, independent of their will, affect a new marriage? They will never be completely alone! Wife and her ex will have a whole ass converstaion, or at least be aware of each other and the new husband will be just... out. 🤔

Ultimately, I didn't like La Pluie, or to be more specific - I didn’t like the main couple and the fake soul mate element. At the beginning, the concept of soul mate in this series seemed to me to determine people's choices, but in the end it turned out to be completely irrelevant since it can be canceled at any time and people can choose who they want. That’s just love, it has nothing to do with soul mate trope. So what was it for? The idea of soul mates is that two people have no other choice and their story is either about their "journey" while being soul mates chosen by destiny, or about their "journey" where they become soul mates (which is basically the same thing lol depending on the amount of supernatural in it). And they can't just cancel it, control it, choose someone else, because it's something often beyond understanding, it's something spiritual, bordering on supernatural! It is a heavenly union of two souls that often transcends time and space! None of this was in La Pluie, I really feel cheated 😀 I think it's time to take a time off from work and watch The Untamed, see the real soul mates 😎

[sunny-jade]

An Accord

Taking a breath and shoving down the primal fear from her childhood, Lett manages to make the foreign yet familiar words fall off her tongue.

{Feo Ul, O Loveliest of Branches, I wish to speak with you.}

Running her hands over the soft, pale cloth adorning her body, she feels strangely bare with none of her armour or weaponry, deliberately set aside to hopefully give her a better chance of this mad venture succeeding.

There is a scoff and a small bell-like noise that precedes the appearance of the King.

"Impetuous mortal, foolish mortal! You should know that only my [lovely sapling] is permitted to call me…"

The fae's voice trails off as they note the lack of iron on the viis in front of them.  Raising an eyebrow, they wait for Lett to explain herself.

Taking another breath, Lett manages to suppress the flinch as she meets Feo Ul's gaze.

"You know we both love Shio.  I would like to know if it is possible for us to not be at each other's throats any longer, if only for her sake?"

The pixie King's face softens slightly.

"True, we do both love the little thing."

The face clouds back up for a moment, wings fluttering as they seem to pace in the air.

The viis waits patiently, watching impassively as the fae makes a decision.

"No more iron in Shio's home!  I know you need a space to store it, so find a room for it or something, but no more wearing it at home.  As soon as you come in the door, it comes off and you stay dressed just like you are now."

Lett makes a face, but nods, knowing the King isn't finished.

"And! You need to accept that my lovely Shio is not just your mate. You're lucky that I'm contemplating sharing her at all with a mortal." Lett's face grows angry and she opens her mouth to answer.  "Oh stop that, silly thing. I know that she loves you and that she would be terribly distressed for me to demand her attention to myself."

As Feo Ul flutters in front of her, Lett takes a breath and lifts her hand, showing the offering of honey and sweet bread she'd brought for the occasion.

A little smirk grows on the tiny face.  "You came ready to bargain.  What do you ask of the Fae?"

Lett takes a breath and lowers her gaze for a moment.  "Listen for her.  Protect her when I can't.  You have…powers…that I do not."

When she raises her eyes again, she's taken aback by the softness on Feo Ul's face.  She watches warily as the King flutters closer to her, reaching out with a tiny hand to brush away a stray hair in her face.  "I will, Lett Fyth."

Placing the offering on the little table, Lett turns and heads back inside, intent on following her agreement with the King of the pixies.

Her wife's other love.

[white-poppie]

𝐖𝐞 could’ve had it 🅰🅻🅻

Part 1:  S♡ul-mate

Characters: Dabi x Gn! reader  

Genre: ANGST, Soulmate-au

Warnings: blood, death, family issue, gore, violence, vomiting

Writer: @ white-poppie  

A/N: Reader is a civilian, more specifically a medical student with a Claw-quirk. They have retractable claws like lion.

My Hero Academia (僕のヒーローアカデミア)  

They say even hell forgives those who turned due to  pain, but heaven doesn’t let them become the patron saint of someone’s demise. 

So they just linger, hauntingly, between the crevices and cracks of the earth. In places where the freaks rule, in places where people who never truly received love roam.

Dabi shared an uncanny appearance with his mother, he carried her tenderness and her insanity too. They both had the same eyes; exhausted, tired. But his rage, his mother never wore rage--it is something that he got from the wretched old man of his.

The anger that turned him into a monster, a walking morgue.

“Y/n,” he repeated the name like it was a chant. Skin burning where they had touched in the dream; his hands. Those scabbard and blood clad hands. Dream was a different thing, to see an abomination like him in real life? They would run away.

‘I don’t mind Dabi at all, he is just a product of this gangrenous society who failed to protect Touya.’

“Fuck,” he breathed out shakily, hands shivering from the burden of being so vulnerable with someone. 

He walked up to the lavatory, splashing water on his face, he stared at his dull reflection, tired and sleepless, for he was too scared to sleep and face you again, he would rather be awake. But now his body was begging him to rest, limbs straining under the weight of his misery.

He let out a growl and smashed his fist into the mirror. The shimmering shards fell down like cosmic dust in the dark, abandoned motel: his home.

Crimson blood stained his knuckles. He shook his hand and dried it with his towel and climbed in his bed. What is a little blood anyway? The last thing he heard was the sound of his heart palpating against his ribs as he fell into a deep slumber.

“Touya,” he heard his name being whispered like the most tender thing in the world. He could almost feel how their lips parted as they spoke the syllables.

His eyes slowly adjusted to the scene, the marbled background over his head. He was laying down. A presence was beside him, they sat next to him, a watery-smile etched on their face. A little melancholic, a little forced, a little painful.

He sat upright and looked at them, savoring the contour of their face. He wanted to remember all of it like it was something he would see everyday.

“Y/N,” he said, but a faint rasp, his hand automatically cupped their face, thumb rubbing circles on the apple of their cheek.

“You are killing me,” you choked out, “does it bring you joy to see me tormented?”

“No. No, never,” he gulped and shook his head, chest heaving up and down, ”I’m just scared y’know, not used to being so close to someone. To let my walls down.”

“You don’t have to act strong around me,” you pressed your forehead against his, “let your guard down for once, I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you--ever again.”

“Pretty big words coming from a doctor with a villain as a soulmate,” he laughed, his breath hitting your face like the warmth of cocoa on a winter day.

“Villains aren’t born Touya, they are made, and I won’t forgive anyone who did this to you,” you pulled away, but your touch lingered. Your eyes fell on his bloody hand and a gasp left your throat.

You cradled his much larger palm in yours, examining the bruise, “did you hit someone before falling asleep?”

“Something,” he corrected, “punched the mirror.”

You huffed and flicked his forehead, “Idiot, I told you that I would take care of you when others hurt you. Now I have to take care of you when you hurt yourself too.”

His cerulean eyes suddenly fell dead serious. Like gentle lapping of tides against the land, “Y/N..may I...kiss you?” The words felt bitter on his tongue. He was sure you would decline, it had been barely two days you had known him.

“Touya,” you laughed, “why’d you even ask?” His eyes widened in surprised.

“Even though we have known each other for the least time; our souls are entangled, we can never be unloved by each other,” you whispered.

It was euphoric how your lips interlocked perfectly, drawled and soft lingers like a whispered-curse echoing in your mind, making you crave for more. It was like all the circuits in your brain had fused and you were becoming putty under Dabi's gentle caresses.

When he pulled away you didn't feel breathless, it felt so natural that the kiss was supposedly like a gentle gust of air.

You felt the realm fading away, an indicator that your time was up

“I want to meet you in real life,” you answered, “when, Touya?”

“Tomorrow,” he said, “4 PM, near the twilight motel.” Were the last words you heard as you were forced into awareness.

You checked your outfit in the mirror for what seemed like the nth time, heart pulsing in your chest; you were beyond nervous or happy--you were petrified yet elated. Locking the door of your house behind you, you checked the time on your phone-- 3:35 PM, you had enough time to reach.

The abandoned building of twilight motel was a walking distance from your house, you just had to cross through the city centre. 

It was eerie how awfully quiet the area was. You could hear your breath echo from within the surrounding buildings. Where was everyone?

Before you could even let out a scream, you felt yourself being pushed into the glass of one of the buildings, a strangled gasp left your throat and eyes blurred while you tried to focus on what was in front of you.

A hero, oh no. You were caught up in a conflict with no escape. “Run!” the hero shouted just as he suffered another hit from the villain who payed no mind to you. 

Your legs were awfully numb as you tried crawling way from the fight. A little more, towards the main road, then you would be safe. You stood up and picked your pace, ears ringing in fear and desperation. You couldn’t hear the car honk that came towards you, flashing lights that danced in your vision as your eyes widened...

and

then

it 

felt

awfully

warm

Touya was beyond scared when you didn’t come even when it was around 5 PM. His mind revolted yet his legs were carrying him out at this point. This area was clad with lowly scums who would pounce on any docile prey such as yourself.

He checked around the alleys, to find nothing but rats. He went back to his room to get a jacket and covered himself up till his neck, he ran towards the city centre. Eyes meeting with a crowd of unruly passers, all gathered up whispering around something. His heart dropped to his stomach, sweat formed in his hands and yet he walked towards the people, shuffling a bit inside, apologizing for bumping into people.

As he reached the centre of the hoard, bile rose to his stomach and he felt like vomiting. He kept a hand on his mouth to avoid barfing, tremors ran throughout his body and his knees were close to buckling. 

To think the first time Dabi would have seen in you in real life would be the last time too.

People like him don’t deserve a soft epilogue. People like him drag everyone around them, down. Burn to dust. It was his fault, all his fault. He was going to make the heroes pay.

He walked away from the people and saw you being carried into a ambulance. Entering one of the alleys he puked into one of the dumpsters, eyes burning with rage and tears that streamed down. He slid down a wall, sobs echoing from between the walks, hands shivering and throat hoarse from screaming.

Guess some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.

My Hero Academia (僕のヒーローアカデミア)  

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breeding kink nessian again, this time she's actually pregnant and cassian is hornier than ever

Nesta tilted her head towards the sunlight, her loose hair tumbling past her shoulders as a grin radiated from her face. The flutter of wings against her abdomen making her joyous, running her hand over them to greet their baby, who brushed their wing against Nesta’s hand in response.

“Beautiful.” A voice rasped out as Nesta turned to see her mate standing in the threshold, a gleam of love and lust in his eyes. 

“Cassian.” She breathed as he crossed the length of the room over to her, hoisting her up to the counter as his lips connected with hers, pressing his hand to her abdomen as she met his kisses with each stroke of his tongue. 

She pulled back slightly, catching her breath as Cassian pressed a kiss to her throat, his erection pressing against her as Nesta’s gaze flickered down to the hardness of his cock, her hand going toward him as she palmed the bulge making him groan in her throat in response, 

“Nesta, if you do that I’ll-” 

“You started it.” She reminded him with a wicked smile, palming his cock again. 

Cassian let out a low growl, pressing his lips to her neck as he bit down gently in response making her gasp, arching her back into him, demanding more from him as he chuckled. 

“Now who is the greedy one.” He rasped to her, 

“Always for you.” She purred opening her legs further, desperate to get him anywhere she could. She wanted him, she wanted him so desperately that she would do anything. 

She slightly shoved him away, making his eyes widen slightly as she hoped from the counter, a wicked smile crossing her face.  

“What are you-“ He asked, before her hands hooked to the pulls and stays of his leathers, his warm brown eyes gazing downward into her cold blue ones.

“I’m showing my mate some appreciation.” She purred as his hands went to her, running his fingers through her curled hair.

“I should show my appreciation to you, you’re the one who is pregnant.” Cassian reminded her as she laughed slightly.

“Trust me. It’s hard to forget, but right now I want to think about us. And right now what I want is to please you.” Nesta told him as a feral smile crossed Cassian’s face,

“Then by all means, Mate, proceed.”

A curve of a smile befell Nesta’s lips she finally got the rest of the pull and stays, his cock sprining free as she grasped onto it, slighting running her nails over the tender flesh.

Cassian sucked in a short gasp, hitting on his bottom lip as Nesta smiled up at him mischievously.

“Does that feel good?” Nesta asked leaning ul at him through her eyelashes.

Cassian nodded, daring not to say another word as she asked,

“Do you want some relief?”

Cassian nodded again, but that just wouldn’t do, Nesta cupped his balls, squeezing gently as Cassian sucked in another breath, looking as if he were taming himself from taking her right there and then. But she wanted his cock elsewhere first.

“I’m going to ask you again, Cassian. Do you want some relief?”

“Yes.”

“Yes,What?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Cassian breathed out as Nesta took his cock in her mouth, making Cassian gasp in relief, as she worked her mouth and hand on him, wanting nothing more than to get him to come multiple times. like he would make her come. 

Cassian’s head tilted up towards the skies, not bothering to hide the pleasure written all over his face as his hand went to the back of Nesta’s head, guiding her mouth further onto his cock making her take him deeper as Nesta hummed around him in pleasure. 

“Do you like that, Nes? Do you like it when your mouth takes my cock?” 

Nesta hummed, her spit coating his cock, making it easier for her mouth to glide on him. 

Minutes later she felt Cassian spill sown her throat, some of him slipping from her lips onto her chest as his eyes widened at the sight. 

“I guess it’s been a while.” He mused, the sight of her covered in him making him hard once more. 

He helped her up, smiling at her as he ran his fingers over her, taking his come and turning her around so that her hands were pressed firmly to the counter, she felt him sliding down to his knees, his hands roaming up her thighs past the fabric of her dress as she kept her breath steady. She had thought once she had became pregnant, Cassian’s desire for her would cease, but every since she had become pregnant, his want for her had become potent. 

She kept her breath steady as he settled himself between her legs, pushing her skirts up as Nesta’s nails dug into the counter behind her in anticipation. Her gaze never leaving his,

Her slid her underwear down her legs. His fingers passing her center as his lips curved in satisfaction.

Her breath seemed to catch as the first exploration of Cassian's tongue befell her, the tip of it dipping in her center as she threw her head back at the feel of him. 

Ever since she had fell pregnant, every part of her hand become sensitive, some days she hated it, but it was times like this where she was thankful for it. Times like this where it thrilled her that she could feel every poke and prod of Cassian’s tongue as if her fae senses were on high alert, her pleasure tripling more than when she had first became fae. 

“Fuck.” Nesta cursed as Cassian folded his tongue inside of her fucking her with it, tasting every inch of her marvelous beauty. “Fuck Cassian.” 

Her fingers intertwined with his hair, urging his tongue deeper, she needed more, more of him, more of this. More., More. More. 

She rode his face, thrusting him deeper into her as he matched her thrust, driving his tongue so deep that it made her eyes roll in the back of her head.

Cassian’s nails dug into her hips, his hands guiding her hips so she could ride his face without trouble, his tongue tasting every part of her he could. 

“Cassian.” She gasped out, a moan escaping her lips as her hands clung to his hair to steady herself. “Cassian, I’m going to-” 

“Come for me, Mate. Please come for me. I want to give you this. I want to give you everything.” Cassian rasped out making Nesta’s release barrel towards her spine.

Nesta released herself, letting him feel the full force of her orgasm, his own eyes rolling in the back of his head at her taste as Nesta felt herself ravishing herself as Cassian released her, his own breath heavy as he glanced up at her, his own face shinning with her release as her gaze flickered down to the stain in the front of his pants making her smirk. 

“Couldn’t hold it?” Nesta inquired as Cassian tilte4d her face up smashing his own lips onto hers with such force that Nesta gasped into his mouth, 

“For you? Never.” Cassian breathed laying her down with a smirk, “Lucky for you, I recover quickly.” 

And with that Cassian ravished her over and over until they both were spent, Nesta loving the pure bliss that Cassian brought to her and hoping this would never end. 

[duckielover151]

THE ONE PIECE DIARIES

Episode Count: 236

I'm coming up on the 250-episode post soon, so I'm sure that will be full of talk about Franky, (who I've now technically met but, you know, just barely) Water 7, (which I'm loving as a location) and whatever the hell's going on with Robin right now... But this post has to be about Usopp. Because damn has this show been making strides with his character development this arc.

I want to talk about the Usopp v. Luffy duel that was this episode, but I don't even know where to start! So I guess I should start more towards the beginning.

And I guess where this specific conflict started was with Usopp's confrontation with the Franky family and losing the money meant to repair the unfortunately-doomed Going Merry.

There have been so many things in the past few episodes that have given me actual chills. And Nami finding Usopp all beat up and just lying in the streets was one of them. Not because we haven't seen potentially life-threatening injuries before... But because of what he had to say about it. Having just lost all their money... Being faced with Nami specifically, who's known to go a little crazy when there's money involved... Honestly, I expected him to apologize maybe, be worried about how she'd take it. I was not ready for him to ask her how he was supposed to face the others after having failed them like this. That fucking hurt.

It's been hard to watch, but I feel like Usopp is reaching a point of no return to his character development, finally. In the past, I've denounced stupidity for the sake of pride, but I was actually super proud of him for going back to the Franky House alone, trying to set things right himself even though-- even when he wasn't grievously injured-- he didn't really stand a chance against them all in a fight. And his second defeat led to my favorite crew moment so far. Watching the other Straw Hats arrive in such a take no prisoners, we come to destroy, no compromises fashion was just fantastic. I would have really liked to see Nami there as well.

And then having to watch Luffy tell Usopp there was no hope for their ship... This is the second post in a row that I'm going to praise One Piece for subtlety. The tense, quiet atmosphere of the scene, the way it's not exactly called out, but you can just tell what every character is thinking, even if they're saying something completely different... It's so good.

And finally, the fight, which hurt a lot more than I thought it was going to, to be honest. I don't know why, but I didn't expect it to be this hard to watch. The first thing that really caught me off guard... was how well Usopp was holding his ground. Like, I think we all knew he didn't really stand a chance against Luffy, but he was at the top of his game here. It actually started to irk me just a little bit. Like, he could have been doing so much more in their fights up until this point, if he'd just stopped psyching himself out. And maybe then, standing alongside them all in battle in some way could have helped to combat his insecurities, and it never would have reached this point.

So yeah, these past few episodes have been hard to watch in the best ways. I'm really curious to see where Usopp goes from here. Because I know full well that he rejoins this crew at some point. But if there's one place where I have related to Usopp, it's a little with the insecurity and a lot with the self-consciousness. I've felt for a while now that he's the kind of person who really does need to go off on his own to improve himself. This whole time, the major thing that's really been holding him back is how much he compares himself to his crew mates, blinding him, I feel, to his own potential. Potential which really came out in this fight. (If only it didn't have to happen against one of his friends.) I wonder sometimes where Usopp could be right now if he had set out on his own like he'd originally intended. I like to think he would have struggled but persevered and ultimately succeeded.

[mallowstep]

‘nother mini masterpost of fics to get started with

god i have so many…anyway, this one is organized by favourite arc. it’s not comprehensive, it’s just two to three fics that are probably a good place to get started. if you like. care about my work in the broader, collective sense.

OH SHIT ALL MY LINKS WERE LOST GONNA FIX THAT AND REPOST THIS LATER WHOOPS SORRY (I have no idea wtf happened whoops)

tpb:

denouncement (one-shot, short, leopardstar character study)

i’ll believe the wind is calling me (multi, medium, cinderpaw goes to windclan)

tnp:

flipside (one-shot, short, feathertail and stormfur talk)

in the company of strangers (one-shot, short, squirrelpaw stays in the tribe)

waiting for me in some unholy sunlight (multi, medium, shrewpaw lives)

po3:

better left unsaid (one-shot, short, cats understand the basics of genetics)

hallelujah to the grace, and the body, and every cell of us all (one-shot, short, the three become warriors)

ashes (multi, medium, squirrelflight chooses ashfur)

oots:

fair is the night (one-shot, short, tigerheart and ivypool talk)

poisoned berries, choking roots (one-shot, short, ivypool character study)

you’ve been on my mind, girl, since the flood (one-shot, short, blossomfall and briarlight study)

dotc: i’m sorry i don’t have Anything for you. jaceladag is into dotc so see what he has, maybe.

avos:

cats who train together… (one-shot, short, blossomfall and thornclaw aren’t mates)

it’s never too late to come back to my side (one-shot, short, dovewing meddles with ivypool and fernsong)

star light, star bright; first star i see tonight (one-shot, short, ivypool and fernsong have kits)

tbc:

make moonshine out of moonlight (one-shot, short, tigerheart thinks about how starclan has treated dovewing)

may there be no sadness of farewell (multi, medium, squirrelflight becomes the leader of thunderclan)

[warriors-but-cats-die]

shadowclan — year one — newleaf

well this was a doozy.

like riverclan, i had to do a lot of research to identify all potential cats. unlike riverclan, i had a lot more books to check. or more accurately, yellowfang's secret is a bad book that made it impossible to make sensible decisions.

with that in mind, my explanations might be more brief. all the same principles (maximizing youth, unless i need someone to be an elder, etc.) apply, we just have aggreivated the previous problems.

but let's get into it.

leadership

leader: brokenstar (17 seasons, 9 lives)

deputy: blackfoot (20 seasons). blackfoot, flintfang, and fernshade are all shown to train at the same time as clawface and nightpelt. i was unwilling to dig through yellowfang's secret to see if one litter is made into warriors first, so i placed blackfoot as the younger litter, to help lend credence to his retirement.

seer: runningnose (17 seasons)

warriors

brackenfoot (34 seasons).

finchflight (32 seasons). father to dawncloud's kits, but a mentor to yellowfang's littermate. this is as young as he can be to accomplish that.

scorchwind (28 sesasons). he is not mentioned in the prophecies begin, but he is the father of cedarkit (cedarheart) and rowankit (rowanclaw), so i've concluded that he's alive.

boulder (23 seasons). (apprentice: wetpaw.) joins shadowclan as an apprentice. i've assumed he's 2 seasons at that time.

russetfur (23 seasons). despite not being mentioned until later in the prohecies begin, she joins shadowclan at the same time as boulder.

clawface (21 seasons). (apprentice: littlepaw.) while it's difficult to place exactly when he's born, i intend nightpelt to be as old as possible. nightpelt mentors brokenstar "soon after becoming a warrior", so this was the age i went with.

fernshade (20 seasons).

flintfang (20 seasons). (apprentice: badgerpaw.)

stumpytail (15 seasons). (apprentice: brownpaw.) cinderfur, stumpytail's littermate, is said to be old when he becomes deputy, but stumpytail is brokenstar's apprentice. this is the best age i can arrange.

cinderfur (15 seasons). while he's implied to be an elder when he becomes deputy, given his age, i did not retire him.

tallpoppy (12 seasons).

whitethroat (4 seasons). he straight up just shows up in shadowclan. his age is therefore as young as possible.

darkflower (4 seasons). see whitethroat.

apprentices

i'm interupting your regularly scheduled programming to inform you that brokenstar's actions, apprenticing cats young, are exceptional hard to interpret for age purposes. also, while it still happens in canon, due to the different death rates based on ages of cats, and the fact that most apprentices are already of apprenticing age when we meet them.

brownpaw (2 seasons). (mentor: stumpytail.)

wetpaw (2 seasons). (mentor: boulder.)

littlepaw (2 seasons). (mentor: clawface.)

badgerpaw (2 seasons). (mentor: flintflang.)

queens and kits

okay, this is our very first instance of adding a character, for reasons i'll explain when i get there.

brightflower (34 seasons). kits: marigoldkit and mintkit (father: brackenfoot).

rowanberry (27 seasons). applekit is one season old, allowing her to become applefur in tigerclaw's fury without being a warrior before then. her father is clawface.

tanglebur (17 seasons). ratkit is also a season old, similar to applekit.

dawncloud (3 seasons). unfortunately, her age is directly confirmed as being 3 seasons old. the father of her kits is finchflight. they are not mates.

blossomkit and swampkit are the kits killed by brokenstar, i believe. oakkit will become oakpaw, and since dawncloud has two other kits, she was a safe choice to be his mother.

firkit is dawncloud's fourth kit. there's never any indication of her fourth kit. applekit and ratkit are both a season older, so they can't be them. that makes her fourth kit a mystery.

i've named her firkit. she's a blue mackerel tabby (with short hair, unlike those photos).

elders

ashfur (29 seasons). he's an apprentice when yellowfang is born, making him a maximum of 2 seasons older than her.

nightpelt (21 seasons). retires early due to a coughing illness.

[emmelineparker308]

Secrets Part-2

Fandom: Harry Potter: Marauders Era

Pairing: Remus x Reader (eventual)

Warnings: Angst but nothing major

Summary: Remus and you have been dancing around the fact that you are both in love with the other. As a new year starts, Remus is determined to tell you about his secret as well as his feelings for you. However, something is off about you, you are keeping a secret that he does not know. A secret that could destroy everything they have.

Y/N/N= your nickname

A/N: I know it’s a small one this time but I promise more is to come :)

Alright, well, maybe not love but you were sure that he liked you a lot. The longing gazes he didn’t think you noticed, the finding any and every reason to touch you, the constant drop gazes to your lips every time the two of you talked. You noticed all of it and put it all together to figure out that he liked you, yet something was holding him back from acting on the feeling. You didn’t know what it was and frankly by the end of third year, had gotten very tired of waiting for him to make a move. You had planned to ask him out via letter during the summer holiday but...well… that night happened and your hopes of ever having a romantic relationship with anyone was ruined. 

“Alright you lot, I reckon we best change into our robes,” James stated as the sun set giving way to darkness. It was a third quarter moon tonight which means you have less than a month till the next full moon. Even thinking about that night puts a frown on your face. 

“Hey, are you okay?” the long haired heartthrob of Hogwarts asked. He had grown a lot since the last time you saw him. So the whole protective brother role fit him more than ever. Sirius Black might be a heartbreaker, but if anyone even dared to think of hurting you he would gladly put them in St.Mungo’s himself. Maybe it was due to his own brother disowning him, or maybe it was because he didn’t have a little sister but ever since you two had become friends, he had adopted your big brother role. 

“I’m just peachy,” you said, putting on the biggest smile you could muster. He nodded unconvincingly but decided to drop the subject for now. You knew Sirius well enough to know that if you told him about your problem he’d try to help you but the last time someone tried to help you they ended up regretting it. 

When getting into the train you were somewhat confident that you could take care of this problem but the closer you got to the school the faster you wanted to run to the safety of your fathers and mothers embrace.

Remus has noticed the change in you, sure you grew just like he had grown however, you seemed more mature. That sounded creepy, he knew it did but he could see it in your face, you looked as if you had aged 5 years mentally. You also looked rather tired which he attributed to the last minute packing he knew you ended up doing. You were currently seated next to the window staring at the moon, the light from the compartment and the darkness from the outside left a rather beautiful glow on your face. Your red and gold tie was a stark contrast to the black of the night. How could anyone not fall in love with you? It baffled him that no one had asked you out yet, he was sure he’d have to wrangle some boys this year because over the summer not only did you grow and get more mature mentally, but if possible you had grown more beautiful. He wasn’t scared though, all he had to do was rile up Sirius enough and he’d join in on scaring away any potential dates. 

“So (Y/N/N), you never told us how your summer was,” James spoke, bringing Remus out of his trance. Remus glanced over to the other three who were all giving him a knowing look. They’ve been pestering him to ask you out since the Hogsmeade date you two had. Remus of course in classic Remus fashion stated that you were too perfect for a monster like him. 

You were panicking on the inside, what were you supposed to say, ‘Oh my summer? It was wonderful, I got to spend time with my mom and dad. We were thinking about taking a trip to Egypt and the night we were supposed to fly off we got attacked. Ever since then my family and I have been trying to come up with solutions to keep the secret on the down-low. The summer fun didn’t stop there, my dad got attacked again and this time he almost bled out. OVERALL SUMMER WAS FUN OVERLOAD!’

“My summer was quiet and boring. Spent a good half of it just catching up on some reading,” you blurted out. It wasn’t a total lie you did spend the right half of the summer reading up on how to control yourself. 

“Ah, I should’ve guessed. Don’t think you’re going to top me this time (Y/N/N), I come prepared as well,” James stated cockishly. Every year since the first James and you had a playful competition over your marks. For the past three years, you were able to top him, with the help of Remus unbeknownst to James.

You smiled at your glass-clad friend, “You’ve been saying that for the past three years mate. Still haven’t been able to beat me.” 

“Well, this time is different. I’ll top your marks just you wait.”

“Sure, sure. I’ll top your marks, I’ll get Evans to go out with me,” you mocked him which earned you a glare from him and laughter from the rest of the group present. Soon enough you joined in on the laughter, sure there were problems in your life that you’d have to deal with but for now you could forget and enjoy time with your mates. 

You sat at the Gryffindor table listening to your headmaster. You always admired the man on how he was able to set ground rules while being so entertaining. You could tell McGonagall’s gaze was on you a couple of times during the night, her look was unreadable but you hoped to God that she didn’t hate you for what you were now. “Sho I- gm- ‘old them I didn’t chare ‘bout the ‘ules” Sirius said through bites of chicken, spraying food bits here and there. You were seated between Remus and him sitting across from James, Peter, and Lilly. The three across from you and you got pieces of chicken on you from Sirius' statement. 

“Haven’t your parents ever taught you not to talk with your mouth full?” Lily stated with disgust wiping away the food with a tissue. 

“No, Evans. They were too busy trying to etch into my brain that purebloods will rule the world one day,” he sassed her back while taking another bite of chicken and opening his mouth to speak again. However before he could spit food everywhere you grabbed the top of his head and the bottom of his chin, “That’s alright Sirius, Mama (Y/N/N) will teach you table manners. Rule number one, you don’t chew and talk, you’ll get food on others darling,” you state keeping his mouth shut until he promised you not to be an ass. 

“Hey,” Remus whispered in your ear, getting only your attention. 

“What’s up Remus?” you questioned.

“Would you like to come with me to the astronomy tower tonight? There’s a star shower that’s supposed to happen at midnight. I know how much you enjoy watching the stars,” he asked blushing wildly. 

“I would love to,” you answered, not thinking twice about it. It was only after the answer left your mouth that you realized this might be a date. A date with Remus Lupin, that’s just great. One of the most awaited moments in your life and it happens after everything in your life has gone to hell.

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