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alexiethymia · 1 year

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he makes her feel selfless and she makes him feel selfish

attempt at a meta or rather more incoherent gushing about these two

I love the contrast of the above scene, how Vash is joyous, all-smiling. While Meryl is wrecked, in tears. Most often, it seems that’s how they also remember each other.

Meryl likes to remember Vash happy and at peace. Vash remembers Meryl while she’s solemn and also a bit vulnerable. In a way, they inspire emotion in each other that’s hard for them to express. Vash has had a lot of sadness in his life, but while he will always wear a smile, I think he finds it harder to let himself be genuinely happy than to cry. Meanwhile, Meryl hates to cry. She hates to let down her guard and appear as if she can’t take care of herself, but with Vash, she really can’t help herself.

I ship WildeHopps (another goofy tall character hiding sadness with a smirk and a straight-laced, determined shorty. even their eyecolors are the same!) and I remember that there was a thing in the fandom about foxes that they can’t help but shout when they see their mate, and I don’t know how accurate the translations are, but even when they reunite again, Vash can’t help but shout out ‘Meryl!’ in happiness (seriously despite how surprised he was, he could’t help his smile. and he only called out meryl despite milly also being there, like rude, vash, if milly wasn’t such a sweetheart and loved you both to bits, but anyway, I digress…)

I really loved the fistbump (*cough indirect kiss cough*) scene so much because in asmuch as it was Vash comforting Meryl, it was also about him taking comfort in Meryl, which when we remember from his waterworks when Marlon called him out on it, he previously found really hard to do.

On Meryl’s side, we actually see that she has the same values as Vash. I love the Little Arcadia chapter/episode so much for this reason. Grandpa’s speech to Meryl about following your own path and your connection to your parents, resonated with her, but we as the readers also know that it’s something that would have also resonated with Vash. She wanted to resolve the conflict without anyone losing their life, and at first couldn’t understand why something like land would be more important than life. But push comes to shove, when she sees the resolve of someone to protect something, she puts her life on the line anyway. We even see traces of it in the anime with how she also shoots non-lethal shots, and that one time when she saved Vash, she shot the light to fall on the person instead of shooting the person. That sort of pacifism is present in her and Milly although they may not be as obvious about it as Vash, which is why despite himself, Vash finds himself growing closer to the girls and considering them as among his most important people despite the fact that he knew them only recently compared to the people from Home and Marlon. Even Milly’s principles regarding family bonds would also be something that would resonate with Vash, and it’s important that he was there in the shadows because I think that was the turning point in how he started to consider them his friends. So in a lot of ways, despite Meryl not wanting him to, I think Vash truly sees the vulnerability that she tries to hide. And I find it so believable and endearing that he would be drawn to her because of that similarity and connection between them.

they both inspire hope in each other

When I say that Vash inspires Meryl to be selfless, it’s in the way she will risk everything just so she can be there for Vash, to overcome fear and her own human limitations, just so she can hold him close. Vash (and through his connections with others like Luida) inspires in Meryl hope for a better world. At the same time, I always got the feeling that the type of love that Meryl felt was something she would be content to keep on giving to this person who always kept on giving to others, even when there was a chance that she would never get it back or have it returned. I imagine that she would have been fine with that as long as Vash felt that he was unconditionally loved.

When I say, Meryl makes Vash feel selfish, it is within the context that selfish for Vash is already a normal level or base desire of wanting to be happy in other people. I remember Legato’s observation of Vash, that he considered himself as having utterly no value in this world. Of course a person like that would be fine with dying!

But this person who considers himself worthless, eventually makes a promise like this.

Vash must know that there’s a high likelihood he’ll die. Someone as self-sacrificial as him wouldn’t want anyone, much less a person he cares deeply for, to be hurt by him. And yet he makes this ‘selfish’ request of Meryl anyways. And it matters so, so much that he does. Because it shows that he can consider himself as someone who can make another person happy. It’s a promise to her, as well as to himself, that he won’t let himself simply die. He wouldn’t anyway because of how much he values Rem, but with this promise, it feels like his wanting to live is finally something he wants to do for himself, and not just as a continuation of Rem’s memory. Like with the fistbump scene, this promise was as much for him as for Meryl. I know he still would have fought to live and to protect humans, but at the same time, in the wake of Wolfwood’s death, I also felt that he would have been at peace should he have died trying. So this promise was to tether himself (to her). It’s something to keep him fighting to live now that he knows there’s someone out there waiting for him, by his own actions at that. More than that or simply put, it’s just a simple thing of allowing himself to want something or someone.

And this is how Meryl inspires hope in him. All this time he’s loved humans, but it always felt like he was living beside them and not with them. He doesn’t know what it is with Meryl, maybe her sheer stubbornness, but somehow she ends up representing that hope, that possibility of finally living together with humans (with her). In contrast to Meryl’s hope, it’s a very simple and humane one. To have someone care for him, to have someone wait for him, to have someone to come home to, to have someone who loves him. And it’s funny that it seems that Meryl expects nothing in return for her overwhelming love for Vash, because Vash actually meets her halfway. He’s the one to initiate the kiss. He’s the one to make the promise and have her promise. Finally, he’s taking the chance of his happiness into his own hands and doing something about it. I just, I really can’t with them. No wonder I ended up being vashmeryl trash.

#vashmeryl #trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #have this messy attempt at a #trigun meta #ships #I really cannot with them #it’s all about the self-loathing and the self-worth #and having someone see you and be seen #who says you have to love yourself first before you can love someone?#it’s also possible that being unconditionally loved allows you to finally love yourself #it’s the subtlety #listen the best ships #the ships you end up thinking about at 3am in the morning #are those ships who don’t even kiss #who say I love you without saying I love you #think #fullmetal alchemist #‘I can’t lose you too.’#‘Give me half of yours and I’ll give you half of mine!’#nightrow knew what he was doing when he did that indirect kiss #‘wait for me’#this is long but that’s only because I have a lot of feelings about them

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lost-technology · 5 days

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Slowly re-reading / savoring the manga. My thoughts around the end of Trigun Maximum 2... So, Vashwood shippers, we need to talk. Well, every fanficcer really, but especially you... Why do I see so few fanfics covering Wolfwood's FEAR of Vash? All of the early volumes of manga, Wolfwood is seeing WEIRD PLANT THINGS. He was witness to the Fifth Moon incident. He sees Vash's healing capabilities in Trigun Maximum 1 and through 1 and 2, sees Vash's general endurance (the one time he got exhausted and sick and wrecked the bike notwithstanding). He saw Vash STILL IN THAT CONDITION sticking his neck out for others, just reckless with his own life and it scares him. He gets hints at Vash's general immortality and wonders if he is unkillable. He wonders at how much he is like his brother. Underneath the guidance and dare we say... growing friendship, there is this underlying terror. At least, that's what I feel from reading the manga. And it makes me feel like... mangaverse Vashwood shippers... unless you're ignoring canon and just writing something self-indulgent or you're writing a post-series AU, or at least a late-series thing, I feel like "No way they're bumping and grinding right away." And if they are? Any note on Wolfwood's wondering just what he's gotten himself into and just what he is romancing? Same with Vashmeryl in the manga... the sharing of PTSD stuff, the terror she has. She's gotta overcome her fear of Vash after that, which happens in the manga... I just feel "this is not a romance manga" and anything shippy is really self-indulgent on the fans. Which is OKAY, but... I don't know, I just don't see it when people insist on any of it being canon and it sort of baffles me at the amount of shipping this fandom has (okay, so it really doesn't because all fandoms have shipping... but, it's like, when a friend and I do shipping roleplays for Fire Emblem: Awakening, that makes a lot of actual sense because half that game is a shipping sim. It's Character Horny-Chess)! Not an anti-post, just me casually wondering, after going to the fanfiction section of Ao3 at how quickly and readily some of the shipping stuff is, even in non-ship centric fics when I go and read the manga and read "Wow, even Vash's friends are scared of him, at least a little bit, if not a lot." Poor guy.

#trigun #shipping #trigun maximum #shadsie's useless opinions #I mostly read short fanfics #so maybe that's my problem #I'd really like to see more shipping fics in this fandom that address the Fear of the Other #art too #lots of monster-loving in this fandom #less instinctual monster-fearing and overcoming the fear #which I would find a more interesting angle in fanworks personally

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thatoddgent · 1 year

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Personal Heater (Sodo x Gn!Reader)

A/N: So no one really requested this, but I wanted to get a quick little drabble done while I work on something someone DID request. This is just a quick little comfort thing, I have chronic pain and have been a little down about it lately, and figured someone else may be too!

Genre: Fluff and comfort (touch of angst?)

Warnings: Reader has chronic pain (non specified), depression/negative thinking.

The winter months were coming to a close, and you couldn’t be happier. Sure, the festivities were always a joy to be a part of, but the aching that came along with the cold weather was less than desirable.

The last few weeks had been especially rough, the bitter chill causing your joints to flare up, it was exhausting. You couldn’t seem to catch a break either, your chores had seemingly doubled since you just can’t say no to anyone who says please to you, even if it meant cover them for the night.

You could already feel your hands locking up when you started, but despite knowing better you pushed through, now it’s late at night and you’re almost tearing up at the pain. By the time you finally make it to your bedroom you look completely disheveled, your hair wrecked with flyaways and the bags under your eyes more prominent than ever.

The worst part of it all isn’t the pain, or the aches, or the cramps, it’s that you feel alone.

Everyone had gone on tour, and even though you grew used to your empty bed, you can’t help but yearn for the warm touch that would massage your worries away. Sodo always helped when you got bad, dropping any snark or sass to focus solely on you, but he couldn’t do that now.

Your body practically fell into the mattress, knees finally giving in under you. A long, drawn out breath filled your lungs, and you couldn’t help but let the tears that threatened your eyes finally fall. You hated it, not being able to feel normal, no matter how hard you tried. You couldn’t jump around, you couldn’t lift heavy things, you couldn’t even dance around with your friends without feeling the consequences later that night, you were hopeless.

Tears turned into crying, crying to sobs. You wanted nothing more but for your ghoul to be here, to make that feeling go away just like he always did. Maybe it’s your bad for relying on him, but he was the only somewhat constant thing in your life.

You mustered the last of your strength to peel your clothes off from your body, the feeling of the seams of the fabric and the way your sweat made it cling to you was sickening, and you really just needed any relief you could get.

There was a growing commotion in the halls, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to get back out there and see what was going on, as much as you wanted to. Instead, you crawled deeper into your bed, cowering under the blanket as you tried to calm your crying and save yourself a headache.

Quick steps were heard in the hall, stopping in front of your door for just a moment before it opened quickly.

“I’m home, doll! Kinda rude to keep me wait-”

Sodo’s voiced faded as soon as he walked in the room, he already knew what was wrong once he saw you huddled under the covers, though he scolded himself for not picking up on your discomfort when he arrived.

His bag dropped to the floor and he closed the door behind him and slipped his shoes off from his feet. He was quick to make his way to you, climbing into the bed and pulling you close, careful not to squeeze you too tight

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m here. It’s real bad today ain’t it?”

You nodded your head and turned your body to face his, your eyes red from crying. His face dropped at the sight of you, a guilt set in, knowing that you had to deal with this all alone.

His thumbs moved to wipe away your tears, your face was burning up from the stress along with overworking yourself all day. You leaned into his touch, the chill from the night air lingered on him and offered relief to your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m the one that kept you waiting. Let’s get you taken care of, yeah?”

Before you could even respond, he was already starting your routine. He warmed his hands and began rubbing small circles at your joints, starting from your shoulders and working towards your feet. He frowned when he reached your hands, which had newly forming callouses and marks from lifting working so much, but he knew not to push it until you were better.

The stress almost melted away from you, the heat that radiated off of him soothing the deep aches all throughout your body. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you left out a groan of relief, it didn’t make the pain stop completely, but you didn’t care, this was heavenly compared to how you felt before.

When he was done, he moved back up to meet your gaze, kissing your body on the way. An almost obnoxious smile was glued to his face.

“Better?”

His tone was cocky, he knew how good you felt after this and he loved that he was the only one that could do it for you.

“You know it, blondie.”

You laugh and lean into each other, finally sharing the kiss he’d been waiting all tour to feel again. The heat of his body grew, and his tail flicked around like a small puppy.

When you finally pulled away, he finished getting you ready for bed, brushing out your hair and getting himself undressed. He would put his things away in the morning, because to him, he had something more important to take care of.

And that important thing was already starting to doze off in his warm arms, with a kiss planted on their forehead.

#the band ghost #band ghost #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #ghost x reader #x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #band ghost x reader #sodo x reader #dewdrop x reader #fluff #comfort #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #angel writes

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amethystia1208 · 3 months

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One Piece Men As Fathers Part two

Part one here

Franky

• Oh my gosh he would be the funnest dad ever

• He definitely makes all his kids toys by hand, and it makes him so happy to see them playing with them.

• He teaches them how to do his dance and signature pose, and at least one of his kid’s first words is “SUUUPPER!”

• He has gotten in trouble many times for switching baby formula out for cola

•He’s so tall that his kids have and will use him as a jungle gym

Brook

• Not exactly sure how a child could come from tall thin and bony up here, but I digress

• I genuinely think that besides being dead, Brook would make an incredible father.

• Like when your kid is in trouble, he would lean down and slowly explain to them that what they did was wrong, without yelling or getting upset

• Like Sanji, he will have tea parties with your kids. And dress up. And do all the silly voices.

• Gets super duper sad when he thinks about his kids growing up because he knows that there is a big chance that he will outlive them. And that scares him.

• He is a helicopter dad till death. Yes that line was intentional.

Shanks

• This guy. This. FUCKING. GUY!

• He was definitely drunk when your baby was conceived. He’s always drunk, but he had to have been absolutely hammered to let something like this happen

• Now don’t get me wrong, he wouldn’t abandon you and the kid as soon as it pops out (I say as I remember the rap sheet this guy probably has for child abandonment)

• He would be a fun dad, always dropping everything to play with his kids.

• Now I’m not saying that makes him a good dad. No no no no, this guy is irresponsible as shit. He always forgets where his kids are.

• You know this child safety leashes that you get for really rowdy kids? Yeah. You have to get one for the kids. AND Shanks.

• He does his best though

Buggy the Clown

• I love this guy with my entire being.

• But my GOD, he would be a nervous wreck as a dad.

• He absolutely adores his children, and he loves being a pirate too, but he would try to keep those two things as far apart as possible. Being a pirate is dangerous and he doesn’t want his kids in the middle of all that.

• He will however expose his children to the circus aspect of his work. And they LOVE it.

• Like Ussop, the genetics are truly very strong. The kids get the nose, the hair, or both.

• That bit is non negotiable.

• Also the nose honks, so he lets the kids honk the nose.

• That bit is also non negotiable.

Thanks for all the support on my past work, please don’t hesitate to like and comment. Comments give me life!

#one piece #buggy the clown #soul king brook #franky one piece #red haired shanks #one piece headcanons

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monnn · 1 year

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>Winter Petal✧⁠*

Pairing: non-idol!Wonwoo x gn!reader

Genre: angst, angst and more angst, one-sided love, reader is LOVESICK for Wonu!! >o<"

Warnings: it's just gonna hurt a lot and doesn't end happily, so read at your own risk(I'm sorry)

WC: 3.1+

A/N: oof, hello folks. the past few weeks has been such a roller-coaster and I wasn't really feeling better. I'm doing better now and I hope you are too♡ since this was due for quite a while, it's a bit Ionger than expected. this is the last part of the unexpected series and I hope you have enjoyed it so far! I'll shut up now and let you read, so hold on tight and let yourself feel while reading this! a little song recommendation: I Love You So by The Walters on loop! @-@

part-1, part-2 here!

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PRESENT

Wonu was busy adoring Jiyeon, while your eyes were on him, Jiyeon’s voice snapping you out of your trance.

“You’ll be there as early as possible. I better see you at the venue, at least a week before. Please Y/N?”she goes on, from demanding to begging real quick.

“I'll try my best Ji. You know how busy I can get” you say, sipping your hot chai.

They were getting married.

Wonwoo was getting married and it wasn't to you.

The biggest heart break of all times.

The thought of Wonwoo being the first of your friends’ circle to be hitched, is beyond you. Wonu hated commitments, relationships didn't matter.

“I still can't believe you're marrying this annoying ass, Jiyeon. He must've really worked wonders for his previous eight lives” you say, playfully knocking Wonu’s head, signalling him to get off his phone.

“Are you really my best friend?! You're supposed to be happy for me!” he whines. You just laugh at him instead of replying. Honestly, you were happy for him. Though it wasn't something your heart desired for, you were happy to see Wonwoo happy. Even if it means that you won't ever have a chance with him. Maybe you'll eventually forget him, you think. Though that's almost impossible.

Almost.

“But I agree with Jiyeon. You need to be there ASAP, Y/N. You know how much of a wreck I turn into when I'm stressed. And all of us would have more time to spend with each other. I know how stressful all our lives have been and I'm sure we've all missed each other, so please?” he rambles, all in a single breath. As much as whatever Wonu told was true, you don't think you can physically handle it all. It’d be too overwhelming for you, with your emotions splayed out and heart on your sleeve, waiting to be ripped off by none other than the groom. So, you chose the safest option – to arrive on the wedding day.

“I'll try my best Wonu. I can only wonder how stressful it can be for the both of you, but I also know you guys are THE powerful duo who can overcome anything. So, I’ll root for the both of you, hoping everything would turn out well and I'll see you on your big day” you say, wearing a warm smile covering the growing pain in you.

The couple radiate the warmest of energy and nod at whatever you said as it’s nothing but the absolute truth. They've always been this way, unbreakable no matter what. You used to envy that, as your college-self wanted them to low-key breakup. You and Wonwoo were THAT powerful duo before Jiyeon came through, it was only human for you to be jealous of them. Now you just feel tender looking at them, there's no jealousy, which is truly surprising.

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Days pass by sooner than you think and you're on your way to the destination. As weird as Wonwoo can get, the wedding’s happening in winter instead of spring or summer like the others do. He was specific about this as he met Jiyeon in winter. Little did anyone know that the both of you met in winter too. Well, it was winter in your lives as you and Wonu were both loners. It’s almost fateful for the both of you to be stuck with each other for so long.

If only this wasn’t platonic, everything would be straight out of a well-written romance fiction. (haha, unlike this one)

Your said date a.k.a Seungcheol, had picked you up from your place early in the morning to drive you. Jeonghan had planned all this, since he can stay without a date as his sister was coming along. Cheol was great company, and he didn’t need to have conversations with you, making the whole scene feel alien. You were truly grateful for that, as you didn’t really have an appetite to digest the things spewed by others at the wedding. The weather was getting a bit warm for winter, making you roll your window down, feeling the sharp yet soothing breeze while you try not to feel like your heart’s about to be grilled because of the emotions you felt. Your thoughts were interrupted by Jeonghan calling Cheol, who’s phone was connected to the speaker. You pick it before he reaches, Cheol sending a small smile to you.

“Hey Cheollie, how far away are you guys?” you hear Hannie, enquiring like the mum he is.

“Hi Han, we’re an hour away. How’s it going over there?” you ask, warmth crawling up your cheeks.

“Hi Y/N!!! I can’t wait to see you,” he pauses, the boys screaming in the background as they hear about you. “These morons won’t let me speak to you, so I'm gonna hang up now and see you both soon!” he says, seemingly pushing Soonie away as he was whining over the speaker to you about not being there sooner.

Laughing, you almost hang up before pausing to ask something.

“Oh, and Han?”

“Yeah, love?”

“How’s he? Is he alright?” you ask, curiously.

Sensing how concerned you were, Han chose to not make it harder.

“He’s alright for now, babe. He’ll be okay. I’d ask about you but it’s way too early and I want you to be wrapped in my arms for at least 20mins before I ask you anything” he says, sighing in relief.

“Hannie, I thought WE were married!” Cheol whines, as you laugh at how he’s sulking over the affection Han has for you. It’s cute, how they’ve been each other's rock for so long and yours too. You’ve genuinely missed your friends so much, your heart aches a little at the instances where you avoided them to protect your peace.

Hannie’s giggles bring you back, as he replies saying that they’re over if Cheol doesn’t get us there ASAP. Now you’re dealing with a sulky Cheol, who’s whining at how Han’s pulling tricks always, though you can’t help but just laugh at your friends’ antics.

Time flies and you’re at the wedding, a whiny Chan and Soon clinging onto you as you walk. They lead you guys to where the others are and upon the sight of you, Han’s running over to you. He jumps on to you as you topple down, Hannie having no intention of letting you go. He asks about Cheol, who insisted that he can drop the bags in your room all by himself. You guys just lay on the grass for a bit and he gets up as the weather’s still a bit cold, to drag you inside the resort. Seeing all your friends made you tear up a bit, which led to all of you shedding a few tears as you guys hug the sadness away. It’s wholesome than sad, because of how much these idiots mean to you and vice versa. The friendships you’ve built with each of them is so darn precious to you and it’s baffling how you were ready to throw this all away, just for that one man. Who was now about to be married. Pushing this aside, you search for two of your other friends who were nowhere to be found. In the garden area of the resort, you find them caressing their own drinks. Mingyu’s got champagne while Jihoon’s in love with his whiskey. They’re still the same old dorks you met; you ponder over while walking towards to them.

“Already?” you say, startling the both of them as they were lost in their own drinking shenanigans.

Mingyu is the first one to get up, lifting you up while he gulfs you into him. He’s so warm and smells like home, you’ve missed this puppy.

“I’m so glad to see you, Y/N. Do you need a drink too?” he asks, ready to order one for you. You shake your head, not wanting to show up drunk at your best friend’s wedding. The minute Mingyu lets you down, you run to hug Jihoon. You feel tears stinging your eyes, heart feeling heavier than ever. Sensing that you need your time with Jihoon, Mingyu walks away telling that he’ll see you around and to contact him if anything. You hug him goodbye before turning back to Jihoon.

Honestly, he’s the best person to let your thoughts be and to just sit with it than avoiding it like a plague. Jihoon glances at you, ordering a glass of gin with ginger ale while you were settling down. Once the drink arrives, he pushes it to your side, signalling you to have it.

“Jihoon....I can’t” you say, hesitantly but low-key really needing some alcohol in your system.

“You’ll need it for later, Y/N. Have it please?” he requests, raising his glass and waiting for you to clink them with. You give up, taking the glass and toasting it with Jihoon’s before having a sip. The way your sip lasted more than it was supposed to, seemed like you were quenching your thirst but with alcohol.

Well, fuck being sober at the love of your life’s wedding, I guess.

You hang with Jihoon for a bit more, before a cute Joshua is waltzing through the room, letting you know that it’s time to get ready for the ceremony. At this, Jihoon just nodded at you and hugged you off, saying that he’ll see you at the hall in a bit. The hug lingered for a while which was broke by Jisoo, coughing to subtly steal you away from everyone.

What was with him?

Well, he had a crush on you. Everyone else knew, except for you. Even Wonwoo knew. Shua wasn’t sure if his adoration has stayed a crush for so long, but he wasn’t ready to give up on you. Though a part of him is sad that you’re not the bride, he’s slightly happier to have a chance to woo you. (PS: everyone knew you were head over heels for Wonu, cheers to being the monarch of simp nation. JK, you were too obvious around him)

Hand wrapped around his arm, Shua leads you to your room, informing that Cheol will be over to pick you up in two hours or so. You slowly get into your dress, adoring how beautiful it looks before the makeup artist’s knocking at your door. You let them in and then sit down to get your makeup done, while you snack on carrots and stay on your phone. In no time, you’re dolled up real nice and right on time, Cheol enters. He smiles at you before engulfing you in a hug, careful not to ruin the art you are.

“You look lovely, Y/N. If I weren’t gay and married to Han, I’d walk down the aisle with you tonight.” he jokes, making you laugh.

“There we go, a smile was all that was missing” he says, taking your hands in his.

“How are you feeling, dove?” he asks, eyes scanning for any discomfort or sadness.

“I’m doing alright, Cheol. Thank you for checking up on me, always” you say, giving his hands a tight little squeeze.

“Glad that Jihoon made me have a good ol’ glass of Bombay Sapphire with ginger ale. I think I can survive the ceremony without breaking down and confessing my love to Wonu, while he’s getting married to Jiyeon” you blurt out, jokingly. There’s a moment of silence as Cheol gawks at what you said before you tell him that it was a joke and how they should get going before it gets late.

Guess you are late, as the person you love would be walking the aisle with his lover, who sadly isn’t you.

Before entering the hall, you go over to see the bride and groom. You head to Jiyeon’s room, heart hurting yet happy for her. Knocking on the door, you open it to see Jiyeon, pacing around the room in her wedding gown. She looks ethereal, and so ready to share her life with your best friend. As soon as she notices you, she runs towards you to hug, and tries to collect her breaths.

“Y/N, I can’t do this. I can’t. Can you marry Wonwoo instead?” she asks, voice laced with panic. It’s pathetic how you actually consider that for a minute. Laughing it off, you pull Jiyeon back, holding her hands in yours, eyes meeting hers while you muster up the courage to say –

“Hey Ji. You’ll be alright, okay? It’s not someone you don’t know, it’s just Wonu. Everything will be alright. Breathe for me, please?"

“Right, you’re right Y/N. It's Wonwoo, why’d I didn’t think of that? Anyways, thank you Y/N. Though you’ve always been his rock, you secretly managed to be mine too” she says, a wide smile plastered on her face.

“So, I'll see you on the aisle, yeah? All the best Ji, you’ve got this” you say, leaving before she replies. Your feelings were up your throat, waiting to be pushed out anytime if you hadn’t left the room. You do the same thing you told Jiyeon – breathe. You take a few deep breaths, fixing yourself as you head towards your best friend.

Best friend.

As you were about to knock, the door opens revealing an equally nervous yet, oh-so beautifully dressed Wonu. He’s pulling you inside, locking the door behind, not giving you time to process. You wait for him to say something, instead he just looks at you like he’s about to cry if you don’t hug him.

So, you do. You embrace him in your arms, for the last time as a bachelor and probably the last time as your love.

After staying in each other’s warmth for a while, he lets go, letting you take a good look at him.

“God damn, Wonu! You look so sharp, didn’t know you could stop being in your nerd element” you joke, winking at him. He laughs, before twirling lazily to give you a 360 of his carefully crafted tux.

“Ready, big guy?” you ask, searching for any hint of resistance in his eyes. He locks eyes with you, nodding slowly. Things have always been like this with him, words didn’t seem like a necessity. You were more than glad to not be talking more than that because honestly, you wouldn't be in one piece.

“Yeah. Yes, I’m ready Y/N. Don’t think I've ever been sure of anything, than this moment right now.” he says, lips curling into a soft smile. That smile of his was reserved, only you had seen it apart from Jiyeon, of course. You reciprocate the same, hugging him for the one last time and leaving the room with the feeling of your heart, suddenly weighing a ton.

As soon as you exit the room, you find Cheol pacing around in the hallway. At the sight of you standing outside Wonwoo’s room, Seungcheol is walking towards you.

“Hey dove, you alright?” he asks, so full of concern. You smile so much as a reply. So much that your cheeks hurt and tears slowly start to well up from within the depths of your fragile heart.

“I'm okay Seungcheol. Let's head to the hall before we're late, yeah?” you slur, trying to shake your tears off. He comprehends how sensitive you are and just nods at you, silently hooking your arm to his while the both of you walk towards to hall.

You realize, the pain you feel, is beyond anything your brain could fathom and mere words can describe how much it hurts.

The hall looks so elegant and everyone there look so beautiful, like dolls in a dollhouse. There are lots of orchids and tulips, as an ornament to the room, making it look so soft yet neat. You move towards your friends, praising how good they look in their tuxedoes and chit-chatting your way through the whole thing, trying your best not to think.

Weirdly, Joshua’s by you the whole time, stuck like gum. Not that you mind it or anything, it's actually really comfortable. Cheol had left your side to sit with Hannie and he had taken over. His subtle touches and the way he looks at you – it helps you feel so grounded and you're more than thankful for that.

Music starts playing, indicating the beginning of the ceremony as you see Wonwoo, gracefully walking down the aisle with a faint blush and a soft smile set on his gorgeous face. Your heart falters at the sight and it refuses to function further when he looks at you, sending you one of his reserved smiles. You reciprocate the same, hands slowly being taken into Jisoo’s. You're amazed at how helpful his touches have been, it's shocking.

Gazing at Wonu, everything fades out for you except for the love you have for him.

And in no time, Jiyeon’s walked in, vowing to love your best friend until the last of her breath and with everything she’s got. You can feel your heart clenching, and Joshua senses the same too, as your clammy hands squeeze his unconsciously.

The thing was, Shua didn't need words from you to understand either. He looks at you, his pretty eyes checking for any discomfort and when you smile back at him, he decides not to bother you further.

There's a sudden cheering of the crowd, making you turn your head towards the couple as you see them kissing.

Vows were said, promises were made and bonds were created.

It was too late for you to do anything. You feel the emotions rushing out of you as you excuse yourself to get away from there.

I need some air you say, to all your worried friends. So busy running away from the love of your life, you don't notice Joshua following you.

As soon as you get out, clutching your chest you slump down onto the sofa at the lobby as tears paint your face. The pain is so much that you find yourself trying hard to breathe while the emotions keep nagging at you and drowning you in the depth of the love you have for Wonwoo.

While trying to calm yourself down, you feel a hand on your shoulder, the radiating warmth grounding you for the Nth time this night. You look up thinking it's Jihoon, but it's not.

Hong Jisoo stands there, tears in his eyes but also looking so fondly at you.

As if you're a porcelain tea cup who’d break if looked at any harder.

You feel pathetic, but Joshua pulls you into a hug, letting you wet his shoulders to your heart’s content. Hearts suddenly seem to weigh a ton, the energy draining all while you try your best to catch the breath you never had in the first place.

He's gone. The love of your life is no longer yours.

Jeon Wonwoo, your best friend but also the person who mattered so much, like how the sun was to the moon.

For the coldness in him, he had found his summer. But left you to be nothing, than a petal of the harsh Winter, waiting to writhe away in utter grief.

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A/N: There's now an epilogue to this series, you can find it here!

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yashanightdevil · 10 months

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DILUC RAGNVINDR x F! READER

『In which Diluc can see you reading the book he lives in and falling in love with you...... 』

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎... 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝... 𝙾𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑?? 🤔

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Diluc took a deep sigh, it was another day for you to open your book with your favourite rainy weather, a mug of warm chocolate beside your bed and what seems to be a musical instrument that accompanies you throughout your reading.

If only you know. He shake his head returning to his swordsmanship. "Don't pressure yourself Diluc, please take care of yourself" he heard you muttered worryingly and that made him grow a smile.

It was like that everyday, he'd hear you laugh, mused, upset and even cry when you see him in pain. In every turn of the pages his life in the other world changes, he fought, he work non-stop, argue with illogical and materialistic-power hungry people. Life in nobility was different compared to the woman he longed and wished he could embrace to his arms, comfort her when she's sad and lonely or converse with her if she needed someone to talk to, he will always be open for her. Just for her.

"Don't worry Diluc, I know you can do this! I believe in you!" You cheered for him non-stop, saying all the nicest word he could only hear and treasure in his mind and heart. How beautiful it is that you captured his heart.

"𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪" he said softly.

𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, in your perspective he was speaking to a another character, for him, those words were his response to your heart warming cheers.

"Diluc it's a trap! They're going to kill you!" With every bits of your energy to warn him every time of underlying threats, he knew he could trust you with all his heart and soul.

Another flip of a page and he knew it was almost nearing the end. For you it took weeks or even a month to finish the book but for him, time changes, so was the seasons, and years. He reached his goals, defeated his enemies, and was able to reach the highest ranking and status. Nonetheless, his heart wreck in pain, knowing you'll be ending the journey. Years looking at you, wherever you are, he knew you always brought the book with you. To read at your bedroom, your living room, the kitchen and even outside where his world and yours doesn't match at all, yet when he looked at it, peace was everywhere. No war, no threats or violence, although not a perfect world it was just a huge difference that he knew you were safe in your own world than his. That he could only dream of you embracing you in his arms full of love and care.

Diluc knew you were better off there than face the rough world he lives where a life is always at stake.

"Diluc... I'm so happy to see you reach your.. Happy ending.." You croaked as you tried to prevent yourself from crying, however tears flowed itself and drop onto the last white sheet of paper.

Diluc could feel that tear through a rain that was pouring. He was crying too. "𝙄𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" He glance at the greying skies covered by the down pouring rain.

As if magic, you thought he was responding to you, but you knew he was only talking about his past comrades that died for him, however instincts told you to reply.

"I did not expect to fall for someone, did not expect it either to be inside a book, an ink and paper. However, you made my lonely days into my happiest memories. Diluc.... I've watched you grow, watch you rise and fall but that did not stop me from loving you more and more... I wish I could've been there to support you physically... Give you the best hugs in the world and wait for you everytime you come home from a busy day. I wish I was there, but our world is different.." You said in a painful, longing voice. Tears dropped more and stained the page but you could not care less when your heart ache. You hug the book tightly in your arms.

And so was Diluc, he leaned forward as if your figure was there, crying in sorrows. It was the painful truth. Their worlds were different. They could never be with each other.

"𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚. 𝙒𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚... 𝙔𝙤𝙪.. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪.. 𝙈𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩." He spoke gently and determined. For you, he will find any means to search for you.

"Goodbye Diluc, but this will not be the last" you told, giving yourself encouragement.

You scanned the last page of the book, with painful heart you read the last of his dialouge.

"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. 𝙒𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚..."

#genshin impact #genshin impact oneshot #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #angst #oneshot #genshin impact characters #genshin diluc #diluc x fem!reader #genshin simps #sad oneshot #i guess??#please don't hate me #i swear this oneshot pop out of my mind at like 12 am

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bell4lan · 2 years

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Hiii! <3

I wanted to ask If I could request a Shikanoin Heizou × Amab! Or Gn! Reader smut! He really doesn’t have much of those because most are with a fem or afab reader ;-; (literally any character lacks works for enbys or men not only Heizou, which is kinda very unfair tbh)

Thanks for looking upon my request! Even if you shouldn’t decide to take upon it, which is completely OK! :3

A Day at the Office

Genre: Smut

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers

CW: Handcuffs, unprotected sex, creampie, office sex, semi-public sex (?), slight begging, masculine words used for privates

Character(s)/Reader: Heizou x GN reader with AMAB genitalia

"Heizou, you're being too loud. What if one of your coworkers walks in, hm? They already don't like you that much." You teased as you stopped your thrusts. Heizou was currently bent over his desk, hands cuffed behind his back as he drooled onto the hard wood.

"Please..." He whimpered softly, looking back at you pleadingly.

"Please what, baby? Use your words." You said as you bent down to kiss his shoulder, still not moving. Heizou was at the point where stopping was torture, he needed you to keep going, to keep using him like a toy.

"Please keep going." He whined as he pushed his ass out more, practically presenting himself to you. Who were you to say no? You started thrusting again, deep yet slow. Heizou's moans didn't fail to pick up again as he felt your thick cock move inside him again. He tried to keep quiet, but it was difficult for him.

Heizou soon started growing tired of your slow pace. He knew it was to tease him, but it was getting annoying. "C'mon f-fuck me like you mean it." He taunted. You weren't in the mood to argue, and you had to admit the slow pace wasn't enough, so you complied.

Your thrusts turned rough and quick as you gave Heizou what he wanted. The detective could no longer contain his moans, letting them bounce off the walls as you gave him what he craved.

Shortly after you started going faster, Heizou's legs turned to jelly. He could barely hold himself up as you fucked his hole. It was amusing to see him try to stay up as he took your cock.

"Oh fuck oh fuck!" Heizou moaned as he felt your tip repeatedly hit his prostate spot on. His dick couldn't help but leak a bit of pre at the stimulation, making you smirk.

"You're really enjoying this." You chuckled as you saw his fucked out, flushed face. His lips were parted as sweet sounds left them, shining with the drool that dripped onto the desk. His eyes were barely open and clouded with lust. He looked absolutely wrecked, it was beautiful.

You lifted up the front half of his body, making him stand as you fucked him. His moans got louder from the new position as your length reached deep inside him. He felt so so full, and he loved it.

You turned his head to the side and kissed him as you thrusted, his moans being muffled by your lips. Heizou melted into the kiss, kissing back the best he could because he knew how much you loved kissing. It was sloppy, but you both still enjoyed it.

He pulled away, lips barely touching yours as he tried to gather himself. "I-I'm gonna cum. Please can I cum?" He whined breathily as he looked into your eyes.

"Cum for me handsome." You commanded as you started to stroke his dick, your thrusts still going. He gasped and came shortly after you touched his cock, globs of cum drooling out onto the desk and floor.

He started to whimper from the overstimulation but didn't dare tell you to stop. He wanted you to cum because of his body, not your hand. He noticed your thrusts get sloppy and figured you were close.

"Shit, I'm almost done, promise. Where can I cum baby?" You said, confirming his thoughts.

"Inside, cum inside me please." He pleaded, quivering at the thought of your cum inside him. You nodded and kept going until you came, filling his hole up with your seed. He moaned softly at the feeling and clenched around you.

You pulled out of his puffy and used hole slowly and undid the handcuffs, holding him up as you did because of his wobbly legs. You sat him down on a chair and grabbed some napkins to clean up the mess you two made.

As you were about to (carefully) clean up the cum that was leaking out of Heizou, he stopped you, mumbling something about how he wanted it inside him. You proceeded to just clean him up a bit before helping him find his shorts.

Once you both were cleaned up, you convinced Heizou to come home for the rest of the day and be with you. He agreed since he no longer wanted to be at the office, especially because of what he just did.

You'd think he'd feel shame, but no. He walked out of that office like nothing happened, like he didn't have a slight limp in his step. You laughed softly at his confidence and grabbed his hand so you could hold it. Your boyfriend was so amusing, you couldn't ask for anyone better.

Because that doesn't exist.

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There wasn't many specifics into how you wanted this to go so I hope this is fine. I've been wanting to make more top readers so I made Heizou a bottom.

Also sorry if he's ooc, I don't really pay attention to Heizou that much 😅

I'm pretty tired right now so if there's any mistakes just uhhhhh ignore that!

#genshin x gn reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin smut #heizou x gn reader #shikanoin heizou x gn reader #heizou smut #genshin x male reader #genshin impact x male reader

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carolinaboy34 · 1 year

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Colin’s Family Weekend

Colin invited me to his home this weekend, and I’m really excited to see the place where he grew up and meet his family. We have been getting on great, and our relationship continues to grow and mature in ways that I didn’t expect.

We both know that the other is not monogamous, and that seems completely fine. I have no interest in controlling anything he does, nor does he want to control me. We both truly love each other and care for one another, and we want the best for the other. Exploring that with someone that has similar interests, so I am not having to convince someone to do something, is amazing and liberating. He actually enjoys and gets off on hearing about some of my exploits, as I do his.

But, we have wanted to continue to grow as a couple, and we figured meeting the ‘rents was a good next step. So, on Friday, we packed up his car and headed north to his hometown, about two hours away. The trip was uneventful, except for the road head I gave him that almost made us wreck. He came so hard he almost crossed into the next lane and took out a car. But he tastes amazing and fits so well in my mouth, it was worth the risk!

We got to his house in the evening right at dinner time, and I was kind of nervous. I mean, he’s the first “boyfriend” I’ve ever had, hell the first any serious relationship I’ve been in, and I didn’t know what to expect. He told me his parents were really chill and accepting, but I still had nervous stomach. They couldn’t have been more welcoming or warm. His powerful father, a titan in the local business community, was sexy as fuck, but welcomed me with a huge hug and an offer of a bourbon, which I eagerly took. His mom wanted to know all about me and wanted to make sure we were doing well in school. Colin had already told them about my family, and I think she wanted to be a surrogate mother of sorts.

We had been there about a half hour when the front door banged open and Colin’s little brother came in. I say little, but he is actually taller than Colin and outweighs him by a fuck-ton. He’s also sexy as fuck, and on the verge of manhood. He’s a junior in high school and the proverbial high school jock - quarterback, third baseman, and all around stud. If he was a year older, fuck, that would be a interesting weekend. But, he was equally warm and welcoming and was eager to spend time with his big brother and me.

Shortly after, his mother announced that dinner was ready and we gathered in the dining room for the meal. She was super excited to have her boys together again, and even expressed great joy about having a third. They blessed the meal, non-religiously, and then we dug in. I sat and watched everyone grabbing for food and laughing with each other and felt a huge hug around my shoulders. I have never been able to experience the kind of family love they were showing. I mean, my dad is amazing, and he did so much to make sure I was raised well and had everything I needed. But, he worked a lot, and with mom gone, I was at home alone a lot, from a pretty young age. So, I ate a lot of dinners by myself. This was just very cool. His mom broke my trance with an imploring call to “get something before it’s all gone!” I dug in and enjoyed the great food and company that surrounded me.

After dinner, Colin’s brother, Jace, helped with the dishes, and Colin, me, and his dad went to the back deck for another bourbon, and so he could smoke a cigar.

“So, Drew, Colin tells me your polyamorous. Is he not enough for you?”

I coughed and about choked on the mouthful of bourbon I had and looked at him like the proverbial deer in the headlight.

“Um, well, uh, he’s uh, awesome.”

“HA!” He bellowed and doubled over with laughter.

“Sorry, Drew, dad’s just being a dad. And trying to give you a hard time.”

“Uh, ok.”

“I know how things work, Drew. Just welcoming you to the family. It isn’t much of my business how you two conduct your affairs.”

“Thanks, sir. I really do love Colin, and he is incredibly special to me.”

“Oh? That’s very nice. Colin, love?”

“Yeah, dad, we professed that to each other a little bit ago. He is incredibly special to me.”

“Well, that is cause for celebration! Jace! Mom! Come on out here!”

“What is it, dad?” Jace said as he was walking out the door with his mom.

“They are in love! I wanted to toast them!”

“Hooray!”

“Congratulations!”

“Aww. My boys!”

It was a lot, but also very sweet. They are almost too good to be true. His mom is the local president of the PFLAG group, so they also walk the walk.

“Drew, Colin told me he met this boy last fall, soon after you met. I could tell then that you were special. We are very happy for the two of you!”

“Thank you, sir. Yeah, he is very special to me.”

“And I hear you guys have great sex!” Jace yelled.

“Jace! Behave!” his mom scolded back.

“Well, Jace, that is really important in a relationship!” his dad replied.

The rest of the evening went along in a similar way. We had a few drinks on the deck and enjoyed each other’s company. I could not imagine a more perfect way for the night to have gone.

It was eventually time to go to bed, so we worked our way up to Colin’s bedroom. He had a double bed and such a quintessentially boy room, with sports posters and trophies and everything you’d expect. We got our stuff together, and I went to take a shower, coming back to the bedroom and laying face down on the bed to wait for him. I must’ve dozed off from the excitement and the booze, because as I came to, I felt a finger lightly graze my butt hole then come up over my ass and up the middle of my back along my spine. I felt his hardening dick along my hip too, so I turned slightly into him and felt his warm, moist skin along my back and legs.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight against him. He wrapped his right leg around me and pulled my ass into him as well. I humped back into him and felt his now rock hard and very familiar dick resting in the crack of my ass. He was leaking precum like crazy and slicking up my butt as I continued to hump into him. He nibbled on my ear and held me tight, and started talking about how hot it was to have me in his boyhood bed.

“Do you know how many loads I have sprayed all over the place in this bed, alone, dreaming of having someone like you in here with me?”

“A lot, I bet”, continuing to work his dick with my ass.

“Laid back, jacking off thinking of fucking a cute boy with an amazing ass just like yours. Humping into the pillows and coating the sheets with my cum while I imagine it’s shooting deep inside your hole.”

“Mmm hmm. No more pillows for you! Just fuck me and breed my bussy now!”

He pulled back from me slightly until the head of his dick was pressed against my hole then pushed firmly until it breached my tight, hairless sphincter and began to travel deep inside my body. God, I loved feeling that dick inside me. I couldn’t get enough of it. He slowly reached bottom and pressed against me, my ass flattened against his hard abs and his balls smashed against my legs.

He pulled out then pushed in a couple of times, allowing me to relax my hole around his shaft and get used to being stuffed again. Eventually, though, he wanted to fuck, so we rolled over on my belly with him on top. He dropped his knees down onto the bed outside of my legs and his elbows under my arms, hooking his hands over my shoulders. He squeezed his knees together, bringing my legs tight and burying my hole deep in the crevice between my legs and butt cheeks. This was his power position, and he loved to use this when he was really turned on and wanted to fuck the living shit out of me, so I knew to get ready.

I was kind of surprised, with his parents and brother down the hall, that he would go so hard, but he started to fuck deep, pushing me into the mattress while each thrust down into my hole. His fucks were long and slow, but incredibly strong, really deep-dicking me and letting me feel every magnificent inch of his gorgeous, perfect cock. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my moans and groans, because he was making me vocalize how much I was enjoying this. The thought that my dick was pushing into the same mattress he laid on while jacking off as a kid had me going strong.

Colin’s face was next to mine, and his mouth right at my ear. He nibbled lightly while this continued, but then started to talk dirty to me.

“”Like humping my bed, Drew? Does that get you excited?

“Uh huh. Gonna spray the same sheets you did with my cum any minute!”

“Don’t you fucking dare! Not yet anyway. I’m just getting started drilling your perfect ass!”

He picked up the pace and started slamming into me, grunting in my ear with each thrust into me. He was hitting hard, and the ripples across my ass sent shivers up and down my body. I wasn’t lying when I told him I was ready to cum; this was getting to my head like crazy, and I couldn’t avoid it. My orgasm rocked my body, and I stiffened up, pressed down into the mattress and pumped my load out onto his boyhood sheets, my warm cum spreading out under me and over my abs before soaking into the bed.

“You just came! Fucker! Now get ready, ‘cause I’m really gonna give it to you now!”

He was slamming into me like a madman, harder than he ever has before. His grunts matched mine with each drop into my hole he made. He was using all of his body weight to drive into me with incredible force, and my still hard dick, swimming in the load I just pumped out into the bed, was warming up again for a repeat. He suddenly planked above me, the tip of his dick barely inside my body, before working his feet and knees between my legs, forcing my legs open and wide. He then reached down and pulled my ass up, arching my back and dragging my shoulders down his bed. He sat back on his knees and pulled me back onto him, forcing my body down onto his dick and burying him back deep inside.

He used my hips as handles and fucked into me, while at the same time pulling me back onto his steel hard cock, fucking me harder than ever, ramping this fuck up to one of the most epic he’s ever delivered. He was slamming into me with great force, his balls slapping mine with each thrust. My dick stayed hard and was flopping around underneath me, flipping precum and left over jizz from my first orgasm all over me and the bed.

I’ve never seen Colin more animated. He was using his whole body to drive into me and fuck me with abandon, almost like he was showing off. It was amazing. I wanted to stay in the present and be there with him, so I didn’t allow myself to drift off into a trance. I grunted and groaned and pushed back and flexed and grabbed what I could the whole time. I really wanted him to enjoy this, clearly a fantasy he’s had for a long time. I arched my back and pushed back, aiding his effort to pull me, and slammed into him. The smack of our sweaty skin against each other echoed throughout the room, coupled with the musical groans and moans coming from the two of us.

My balls couldn’t take it anymore. I was enjoying the wonderful pain radiating from my groin with each slap of his balls against mine, as well as the slam of his body, and the second orgasm raced through my body and rocketed out of my dick, adding more to the cooling pool on his bed from my first orgasm. The shivers and shakes of my body, as well as the rhythmic tightening of my hole with each shot of my cum, dove Colin crazy until he slammed into me one final time and held me still, tight against his abs. He let go of his first shot, then collapsed down on my back, hugging my torso tightly as the rest of his orgasm shook through him and into me. I could feel each volley shoot out of his dick and deep into my guts, and the warmth that radiated from it wrapped around my body.

As he calmed down some, I relaxed and brought us both down onto the bed, the cold spunk shocking my skin as I laid back down. He was still convulsing, his dick continuing to spasm in me as the aftershocks of his orgasm ricocheted through his body. It was epic and one of the best fucks we’ve ever had. We laid like that for a while, him on top of me still buried deep. I was enjoying the warmth and closeness we were having. He rolled off of me, his dick popping out of my ass and leaving a trail of cum over my thigh, but I tightened up as much as I could to hold his seed inside me.

He quickly fell into a slumber, but I had to pee and clean up a little, so I wandered out into the hallway. It was quiet, but the light in the bathroom was on and the door was slightly ajar. I walked quietly up to the door and peered inside and was surprised to see Jace naked, his feet spread wide looking in the mirror and jacking his dick! He was even more impressive when he was turned on like that. His muscles were tense and pumped, glistening in the bright light of the bathroom. His dick was equally impressive, long and thick, capped with a deep purple head that was shining from the lube he was using. His balls hung loose in his sac, rocking back and forth with each stroke he took. His legs were like tree trunks supporting his frame and rooted to the ground.

I must’ve moved or made a sound, because he grinned and looked my way.

“Come on in, Drew.”

“Uh, sorry to disturb you. I just had to pee.”

“Oh, it’s ok. You aren’t disturbing me at all. I was kinda hoping you would appear.”

“You were? For what?”

“To, uh, maybe help me with this.” he said, looking down and shaking his hard dick at me.

“What about Colin?” I hadn’t thought this through at all and didn’t know what to do. I mean, we aren’t monogamous, as everyone announced tonight. But, his brother? He’s fucking hot and hard and waiting for me, but should I? It isn’t the first time I’ve taken multiple family members, but is Colin different? How will he feel?

These thoughts were spinning in my head, but my dick hardened in front of him. He looked down at it and said

“Is that your answer?”

I guess it was. So, I went into the bathroom and closed the door, kneeling in front of Jace and letting him put his dick on my extended tongue. He tasted amazing and just like Colin, his dick very similar, if not a little bigger. I ran my tongue over the head and tasted more of his precum before taking him down to the base in one move.

He gasped and leaned forward, bracing on the bathroom counter and began to pump into my mouth. I grabbed around his waist to his firm ass and held tight, letting him do the work and get his nut. It didn’t take long before he was erratically pushing into me. He reached down and grabbed around my head, holding me tight against him as his orgasm shot out of his dick and filled my mouth. He came buckets, so I swallowed, only to have my mouth filled up again. I swallowed twice more before he finished and stood up, unceremoniously pulling out of my tight lips.

“Dude, that was way better than any of the girls at school. You should become a tutor!”

“Lol! Thanks.” I stood up, and he saw the cum on my stomach and running down my legs.

“Fuck, you’re a mess! Was it good?”

“Fucking amazing. Your brother knows how to fuck.”

“I saw the end, so I could tell. That’s what got me so worked up! That was hot, even to a straight guy!”

“Maybe not so straight?”

“Lol, yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m straight. Bu whatever, that was fucking hot!”

He slapped me on the back and left me to clean up. I just got in the shower and rinsed off, letting Colin’s cum bubble out of my ass and run down the drain. I rinsed the rest of it off and toweled dry before making my way back to the bedroom.

I settled into the bed and spooned up against Colin. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight, his soft cock nestling into my ass crack.

He breathed quietly for several moments then whispered in my ear “Taste good?”

“Um, yeah, he did. I hope that was ok.”

“Of course, my sweet little slut. Of course. I love you.”

“I love you, too!”

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Undercover ~ Ten ~ Not A Goodbye

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Nine ~ Princess

Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Optimistic should have been Jake’s middle name. Always looking on the bright side of things, Jake knew that there was always a solution for every problem. There wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed.

Except this.

Sam.

Her Royal Highness, The Duchess of Manchester.

His princess.

He didn’t know how to solve this. Her life was in danger, their separation inevitable. She was special, regardless of the feelings she had, which made this difficult. As he held the sleeping princess in his arms, Jake couldn’t help but wonder how they, as a couple, would survive. He had planned on making this girl his wife, the mother of his children.

To grow old with her.

His heart clenched.

He couldn’t lose her.

Sam began to stir and blink slowly. She felt the warmness of Jake’s body and she smiled. She kissed his chest and snuggled into him more. “Morning Princess.”

“Morning Jakey.”

Jake drew circles around Sam’s back, trying to figure out how to say what needed to be said. He went with direct. “Clay messaged. He wants us to move to another safe house.” Sam sat up slowly. “Babe?”

“Why?” She frowned, concern crossing her face.

“It’s a precautionary thing.” Jake smoothed her hair back. “We need to keep you safe.” She pouted and he laughed softly. “I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure you are safe. Its non-negotiable so don’t argue. We also have to explain who you are.”

“Since when have you been so bossy?”

“Since you let me wreck your body.” He kissed her forehead before heading into the bathroom. “Up princess. Clay and the rest of the team will be here in an hour. I’ll make some breakfast.”

An hour later and everyone was in the living room of the safe house. After an explanation of her lineage and title, the team sat quietly for a moment. Clay was the first to recover. “So, your highness...” Clay started but was quickly interrupted.

“No, call me Sam or Samantha.” She crossed her arms and pouted. “Fucks sake, I’m still me.”

Clay offered a half smile. “Sorry, Sam, our intelligence is pointing out that another attack will be attempted soon. We’re not 100% sure that they don’t know you’re here, so we’d like to move you and Jake as soon as possible.”

“If you’re not sure then...”

“Because we don’t want to take the risk,” Jake answered. “This isn’t just about you being the heir. Fitzgerald is obsessed with YOU. Not just the crown.” He kissed her hand. “Our job is to protect you and if Clay thinks we need to move, then we do it.”

Sam looked at the team who all had the same look. She resigned to her fate. “Fine. How does this work?”

“We have another safehouse about 100 miles from here. Its actually within a city so its harder to attack without drawing attention. Once night falls, you, Jake and I will take the car and head out. Cougar and Pooch will cause a distraction with Aisha posing as you. Hopefully that will draw Fitzgerald and his team away from the direction we are heading.”

Sam turned to Aisha. “Are you sure? They might try and kill you.”

“They need you so they won’t harm me,” Aisha said with confidence. “If they capture me, and that’s a big if, Cougar and Pooch can get me out. I’ll have a tracker on and everything.”

“And we’ll just drive away as if nothing is happening?” Sam looked at Clay.

“The first rule in running is walk, don’t run. If we drive like bats out of hell, we’re just drawing attention to ourselves. Just like you use a simple common name, no one is the wiser. Same concept.”

“What happens after move?”

Jake swallowed hard. “Then we reach out to the royal protection team and see what they want to do. Your father and brother are being kept in the loop and they will decide with the Royal Guard what the next best step will be.”

“And they are keeping us together, right?” Sam looked hopefully at Jake but not seeing the same in his face. “JJ?”

“I don’t know, princess.” He watched her face crumple, and he pulled her into his arms. “I’m going to do everything I can to keep us together, ok?” She nodded and tried to compose herself. Jake looked at Clay. “What is Hart saying?”

“That we need to keep the princess safe at all cost. And we will Jensen, we’ll keep both of you safe.”

Across town, John Fitzgerald studied photos with a smile. It was dumb of Hart to use American Black Ops. Once he did the search on Jake Jensen, he recognized Clay and did a deep dive. Now that he knew who was the brains of the operation, he thought like his opponet.

“Clay wouldn’t move her in broad daylight. He would know we are looking,” he told his team. “No, he’ll wait for darkness to move the princess.”

“How many team members?” One of his soldiers asked.

“I have my count at five. But,” he raised a finger, “one of them is involved with Her Royal Highness so he will be guarding her as well.”

“Would he aim for an isolated home or somewhere with more civilians?”

“My guess would be isolation,” Fitzgerald thought out loud. “Easier to fortified and protect. Bring up any real estate holdings in the area.” Another man entered in data and put it up on a screen for Fitgerald to review. He saw one on the outskirts of the next town over. “That one. We’ll set up a team on the road to that one to capture and detain the princess. She is not to be harmed.”

“Do you want to plan if they head to the city?”

“Put a couple of guys out on the road.” He shrugged. “Its not Clay’s style; I’m not worried about it.”

“You got it boss.”

“Stop,” he barked as the men began to move. “Let me make myself perfectly clear. If she is harmed, one hair out of place, it is your life. Her Royal Highness is very important to our employer, and I would hate to lose any of you. But I won’t have a problem putting a bullet in your head.”

Sam packed up the items that Aisha had packed for her. Bowie sat on the open end of the suitcase, swishing her tail back and forth as she watched. When Aisha had brought in the cat in that morning, Sam had cried. She thought the feline was lost to the attack, her only constant besides Jake.

She didn’t want to lose him, her Jake. Her knight in nerdy armor. He had been quiet today, working with Clay to secure the routes the team would take. She needed to speak to him, make promises to him. Because there was no way she would take the risk of losing him. He was everything to her.

“Princess?” She looked up to see her favorite pair of blue eyes. “Are you hungry?” She shook her head and he sighed. “Sweetheart, you haven’t eaten since yesterday. You need to keep your strength up.”

“I’m just not hungry JJ. I’m so nervous and I keep wanting to throw up.” Sam stared at the floor. “What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know. But we’ll figure it out.” Jake pulled her into his arms and rocked her. He felt her start to even out her breath and he looked down to see her asleep. He put her on the bed, Bowie curling around her head, and he pulled the covers over her. “I love you Sam.” He kissed her head and left the room.

Clay was pouring over the plans and photos. “She ok?”

“She’s ok. It’s a lot for her.” Jake leaned against the counter. “Fuck, I’m tired.”

“You should sleep too, Jensen.” When he doesn’t move, Clay studied his friend. “What’s on your mind?”

“She’s gonna have to go back to England, right?” Jensen’s voice was low, sullen.

“Possibly.” Clay waited. “Jake, you know she would be safer with her family, right?”

“Would she?” Jake looked at his commanding officer. “I’ve never felt like this Colonel. I don’t exactly know how I can tell her that I want us to stay together even though her life is in danger. How do I let her go?”

“Would you go with her?”

“If I thought it was an option, to marry her, in a heartbeat. But she’s literally royalty and I looked it up. She isn’t allowed to marry without her father’s permission.”

“How do you know you won’t get it?”

“I overheard her conversation, and he sounds pretty pissed I almost let her get kidnapped. He hates me.” Jake slumps down to the floor. “She’s everything I ever wanted. And I’m scared I’m gonna lose her.”

“Jake, I know I don’t have the healthiest of relationships but if you and Sam are truly meant to be, this will all work out in the end.”

Jake tightens the vest around Sam’s torso. “Even if you are shot in the vest, it will hurt,” Jake warned. “But, it will stop almost anything.”

“Ok,” she whispered.

“If Clay or I tell you to run or duck or anything, I need you to listen and do it.”

“Jake,” she whispered.

Jake ignored her. “Bowie will be ok for now here so don’t worry about her. When it's safe, we’ll bring her to you. There is plenty of food and water for her for a few days.”

“Jake, please. We have to say it.”

“No.”

“Jacob...”

“Samantha, No,” Jake closed his eyes. “It's not goodbye, ok? We're gonna get you to the safe house and regroup and plan out what to do next but this is not goodbye ok?” His voice cracked a little. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Clay walked in as the two held each other. “Its time.”

“Everything is going to be ok, princess.” Jake kisses her forehead.

They walk out to the car, Jake taking point and Clay right behind. They get into the car and start to head out of town.

“Bravo team, we are on the move,” Clay says in his ear piece.

“Roger Alpha team. We are heading to our destination well.”

“Copy.”

Jake drives calmly, trying not to draw attention to themselves. “Colonel, I don’t see any issues.”

“Keep going Jensen, stay the path.” Clay looks around. He sees a flash of metal. “Get down!”

Jake shoves Sam’s head to her knees as he picks up speed. “Shit!” Glass breaks above her head.

“Alpha team, we are taking fire!”

“So are we, abort to your safe house, I repeat abort to safe house!” Clay looks around. “Jensen, abort current trajectory and take us to the embassy.”

“The British Embassy?”

Clay thinks for just a second. “No, FBI headquarters. Now.” Clay pulls Sam into the back seat. “Stay on the floor Sam, do not pull your head up.”

“Ok,” she says shakily. “Jake?”

“I’m ok princess, just do as he says, ok?” Jake concentrates as he weaves around traffic. “We’ve got about six miles.”

“Bravo team, status?”

“We made it to the safe house. They saw that Aisha was not Sam and they left us.”

“Fuck! Ok, we are head to the FBI. I’ll send instructions once we are inside.”

“Copy.”

Jensen drives, the tension filling the air. As they approach the building, a car comes out of no where almost hitting the car, Jake swerves but more shots ring out. “Fuck!” Jake yells.

“Jake!”

“Stay down Samantha! Fuck! Colonel, I was hit.” Jake grits his teeth. “Fuck they shot me!”

Clay puts pressure as they reach the gate, the other vehicles peeling off as agents return fire on the vehicles. Jake stops. “Captain Jake Jensen, US special forces. I have Colonel Clay and Her Royal Highness, the Duchess of Manchester in the back seat.”

The gates open and Jake rolls in. “Sam, are you ok?”

“I’m ok.”

“Good. Good.”

And Jake passes out.

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thisguydrawsandstuff · 11 months

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Nimona TK HeadCannons!!!

Okay, so I'm only doing the main 2, but if I think of anything for any more characters, I'll add it!

Also, I absolutely ADORE this movie and the message for it like......svuusbhuehuhruirho

ANYWAYS!

Nimona

OKAY. SO. Nimona, in my opinion, is a HUGE ler. They're a 90% pure unbridled little shit and take it out on Ballister OFTEN. It definitely doesn't help that she can shapeshift into literally anything, so despite their small size, Nimona is pretty much unstoppable when in a ler mood.

Like?? Nimona simply growing more limbs and wrecking the shit out of poor Bal??? I almost feel bad

I imagine her jokingly getting back at Ballister for asking a "close minded question," and sending him into frantic ahh laughter because being wrecked by an unpredictable gender non conforming shapeshifter must be TERRIFYING🙄

I think they'd also be really threatening as well, but in like a teasy way??? Like, if Ballister was hiding say some shit like "If you don't come out ny the count of three, things are gonna get SOOO much worse for you, Bal!!" Or, "I thought knights were supposed to be brave. Lame."

She's also pretty merciless I think. Like. You know her. They're crazy.

I just LOVE EE THEM SHVJSVVJEBKMB

Ballister

Bro is SO MUCH OF A LEE it's unfathomable. But there IS LER POTENTIAL.

Bros worst spots are his hips and knees 100% don't test me. Bro is a gasper as well. He HATES the fact that he's tkish but Nimona and Ambrosius exploit it EVERY day. It's crazy. He hates it.

Bro also does NOT fight back. He's the type to wave his hand at you but do NOTHING. What a knight.

He WILL insult though. Bro will CUSS and be so out of pocket like bro is digging himself into a HOLE.

I think as a Ler though he is VERY smooth talking and usually he just pokes and stuff. He's also RLLY good at holding people down because his mechanical arm?? HEAVY. How does bro carry that I don't know

He's not too merciless though BUT. He can be a little shit. So take that as you will.

ALL IN ALL I LOVE THIS MOVIE RAHHHH

#nimonatks #sfw tickle #t-word #tickle #sfw tickling community

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cleaning out this account of last night's ruckus because posting when sleep-deprived & going along with (even gentle) egging is Not productive and frankly did not do much beyond rallying people to heehee and haha and feel a sense of moral superiority which was not something i meant to & should have fostered by continuing to engage, cos that was not going to give us anything.

i do apologize firmly and fully for last night's mess and noise. i should have cut it short, should have said less, should gotten my ass to bed because I was in no state of mind to attempt cool-headed discussions, and it is my fault for not having had the discipline to sleep on it. it wasn't then, and it is not now, any kind of witch-hunt. i did not name names and i did not show anything on purpose, but i should have said even less, for one of my tags, which did not strike me as potentially too identifying for comfort when sleep-deprived, made them pretty identifiable, and i firmly reiterate my apologies for it should not have happened. people deserve to be left alone to do some reflecting and growing, and i have repeated it as such. this thing should be talked about as a wider problem and not be pinned on individuals, even if it easier. from what i had remembered, the artist/s had already been made aware of how unsavory the depictions were, and had just kept going, but this is something i should have checked for myself. I didn't, and for that I'm sorry.

i do very much stand by the fact that only drawing the one non-white guy like Wreck-it-Ralph when he canonically is profoundly average beyond being tall, while all the white characters get to have normal proportions (if comically smaller than him) is, at the very least, "sus", and worth interrogating even within the context of heavy stylization, because it's not like stylization has never been used to racist extents. this is an opinion i hold and am not particularly inclined to budge on. i do not believe it is conscious, or comes from a will to harm. but i think it's real silly and deserves reflection. this is a trope i've seen spanning fandoms, that every fandom with a white guy x nonwhite guy popular ship has to reckon with at some point, and every time you got people who think it's sus as fuck, nonwhite people who take the time and effort to explain how and why, and people, including nonwhite people themselves, who think it's not a big deal. i have both my own personal opinions on caricature (which are that you can do so while still not falling into racialized depictions) and no power nor desire to change anyone's minds. those two opinions can and do coexist, and even people who will relate to burakh on the same basis will have varying degrees of tolerance for this, and their opinions on the matter. let's just say there's room for everyone.

discussions from indigenous russian &/or central/east asian people on how the fandom treats artemy as the one nonwhite guy in one of the most popular pairings have been going on for years: i was coming across them before i even got here. but my personal experience of 4 years of seeing such depictions and reading them be criticized by people it affects and my personal exasperation towards mischaracterizations bordering on racism developed from seeing a constant stream of them, and them being identified as such, is not the experience of people who just got here, and a discussion spawned from a "woe the hounds be upon ye" imgflip meme does not particularly lend itself to 4 years, tens of posts, tens of threads and more strewn-around discussions of nuance.

I reiterate my apologies for the noise, the ruckus, and for the pointedness that had no business being here, especially considering how long stuff like that has been going on for; it was uncalled for and callous for it to fall on specific people when it is more productive to talk about it as tropes and a wider fandom problem than to point fingers. I should have had the discipline and the discernment to cut it out and go to bed. i didn't, got way in over my head, and truly and fully fumbled. i apologize for making a circus out of this. thank you for reading, and hope you're well.

#of racialized caricature my US viewers will be more familiar with anti-black and anti-japanese caricature but it's not a US thing and #its silly to imply otherwise. western europe had a whole body of antisemitic caricature all through the 19& 20th century (still found now)#russia also had antisemitic caricatures as well all the caricatures related to ''the yellow peril'' and generally anti-asian propaganda #the racialized/racist components Thrive in caricatures; even if subconsciously #oh girl this is no neigh that's a whinny #sad i find myself artemyposting like this these past days but man

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heraldofcrow · 9 months

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Okay, now it is YOUR turn to talk about what your Laurence's (eventual?) vices/flaws are! There is a general theme of Laurence having good intentions but growing corrupt, but at the same time something's always unique and all. I reckon yours is an impulsive and arrogant asshole of sorts, but what else / how can it be elaborated?

OH INDEED.

Fucking Kotya lmao

Ok, so…I drew this pic literally to answer these asks, because I figured a portrait of young Laurence looking all ✨ambitious✨ would suit the whole thing, so here.

Free art for u

I am now recieving reports that he looks like Light Yagami from Deathnote even though I have only seen a few pictures of Light in my life and I also totally drew inspiration for this design from a totally different character but ANYWAY

Lol. Ok, now for the headcanons!

My Laurence is pretty straightforward. He has rich kid with a chronic illness syndrome. That’s it. Bam. (I’m kdding. Kind of).

In all seriousness, from day one I saw Laurence as someone that was born into wealth and into a different lifestyle from most people. That’s why the “he’s from Cainhurst” thing was perfect for me, because yeah, of course he is. He comes off like that. (I’ll get to the chronic illness thing).

I’m not just going on some “billionaires can be careless individuals that wreck people’s lives because they can’t fathom being poor or desperate or barred from certain privileges” rant…but I am acknowledging what I see as one of Laurence’s biggest issues, and that’s…well…he’s too reckless with human life. I don’t even think it’s entirely sinister or intentional, but he simply doesn’t get it. He thinks he can treat the world like a lab experiment and everything will be just fine.

(This is also why I think Micolash was more deprived as a child, because he’s sacrificial with human life in a more deliberate way. He’s desperate as hell and is willing to brutalize countless people to reach the top. That urge and drive to even reach a higher plane just screams “lack” to me. Micolash wanted to claw his way out of the slums, but I won’t go into that now and if anyone dares suggest I am saying that less privileged people are more cutthroat, I am NOT. This applies to a very specific type of bastard ffs 💀).

Oh and, since we are not just going over flaws in light of me answering both your asks, I will give more detail on my headcanons for Laurie’s background. After all, it also ties into the flaws discussion.

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Bakckground 🔱

So. For some background context, I headcanon that Laurence’s father was, in fact, That Guy we always point out (Beltran) on the portraits and for the same reasons you do.

Credit to you for the reference obviously, but that pendant…the Cainhurst/Yharnam/Healing Church links…well, yeah. We know.

Anyway, so Beltran was a pretty famous Cainhurst academic professor and research expert on the Pthumerian genetics of the Cains in particular. (When I say I think Cainhurst was full of experimental scholars around the time Byrgenwerth was founded, I am dead serious. I SWEAR IT MAKES SENSE. Byrgenwerth and Cainhurst. Two sides of the same coin, my friend.)

Anyway, Beltran was married to a non-royal but wealthy lady from Hemwick that descended from a Loranite family that happened to be full of priests and seers. Yippeee!

This couple’s only child was Laurence, and he was raised in their oh-so-fancy rich lifestyle where the father was constantly being invited to snobby scholarly events and the mother was holding tea-centered socials in their lavish mansion parlors. Like ya do.

I picture Laurence growing up trying to fit in with his parents’ lifestyle like this:

Lmao, so long story short…it wasn’t his thing. He didn’t quite vibe with the snobby richies he grew up with.

In fact, I like the idea that he absolutely hated his parents’ high class world and felt that they expected too much from him. He was too restricted and stifled. They expected him to be them. His mother was strict, disapproving and nagging; his father was absent-minded and a bit too focused on his life’s work, which, when he wasn’t lost in, was the only thing he tried to connect with Laurence on.

“You should be a great scholar too, Laurence!! Uh hur hur.”

This is where Laurence started to rebel and go his own route, while also developing plenty of complexes along the way (of course). He would be a better academic, better influential figure, better leader, better plutocratic socialite, etc., oh yes. His parents would see.

He had all the makings of these things too, because despite bucking against his childhood influences, he was ,quite frankly, obsessed with enriching study, scientific pursuit, old mythologies and religions, etc.. He loved the world of academia. He was fond of the ancient tales of glorious heroes and scholars that changed the world for the better, and he often fancied himself one of those “types.”

I even like the idea that he discovered the (Bloodborne equivalent) tale of of Saint Laurence the Martyr and saw it as a sign that he was destined for greatness. He tended to reference lofty epics and historical novels in everyday discussion to add a sense of meaning and grandeur to everything. He didn’t want to live a common, mundane life. He wanted to live a glorious one.

And one of the key contributing factors to this mindset Laurence had was his own chronic illness.

Now, this is my favorite thing to headcanon actually because it fits so well??

As a child, Laurence developed early on what I consider to be Cystic Fibrosis, and had horrible lung issues for most of his life. When he was young, the doctors told him and his parents that his life expectancy was likely to be about 30 years. (In the real world, this was actually the life expectancy not too long ago).

Knowing this, and being disappointed in his doctors for not providing any sort of cure, was the catalyst for half of Laurence’s ambitions. He only had so much time to live life, and he was determined to leave his mark on the world…and maybe also find a cure. Yasss bestie!!

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Byrgenwerth 🍎

Laurence’s parents sent him off to Byrgenwerth at 16 to gain an intense and long-term education from Yharnam’s leading scholars. He went with Ludwig, a childhood friend.

A bit on my Laurence/Ludwig headcanon to add context:

The two had both grown up somewhere near Hemwick, and while Laurence lived in a more isolated, wealthy world, Ludwig was a sturdy farm boy that had helped to keep his family’s ranch afloat after losing their larger fortune. While they had come from Cainhurst in previous generations, family chains of bad habits and broken ties led to a lower class lifestyle for Ludwig’s parents.

Laurence personally knew that Ludwig was a primary caretaker for his parents and many siblings. He was a good, loyal kid, and it was through him that Laurence learned empathy for people with less fortune than himself. I mean, Ludwig would drag Laurence around to visit neighbors and even donate to those that were struggling with money like it was nothing, and I think this is where Laurence started to “feel” for the rest of the world.

Unfortunately, his arrogant streak also tainted it with a sense of, “See! Look how good of a person I am!”

(I think Ludwig did have an impact on him though, so it was always a mix of self-righteousness and a genuine desire to help others. He would have also admired Ludwig and secretly envied his…dead-honest heart for those in need).

Ok. Going back to the storyline, and considering this bond that Laurence and Ludwig shared, here we have them at Byrgenwerth. Laurence was already planning his great ascension into glory and sleepy Ludwig is just happy to be there with his friend and to have been lucky enough to even attend by the graces of a family friend. Yipeee!

My Laurence was at his most fiery and impetuous at Byrgenwerth as a young teen/young adult. He was passionate, talkative, charismatic, fierce, etc., and he made quick work of getting to know everyone in the school right away. They couldn’t escape him. To Laurence, every other student was a potential ally and “part” in the epic tale of his life.

(This was also when Laurence and Ludwig met Gehrman, who was basically Byrgenwerth’s most well-known “security guard” when it came to warding off beasts or general supernatural weirdness. Gehrman was this odd, older kid in his 20s with an insane skillset. He was already an infamous hunter and Laurence greatly admired his bravery. He and Ludwig sought out the antisocial weirdo that was always hiding in the woods and adopted him into their friend group. Aaaand that’s where all the trouble began lol).

Soon, everyone in Byrgenwerth held some kind of connection to Laurence. Rom, Micolash, Maria, Caryll, Damian, Yurie, etc., and they all had their own thoughts and feelings on the brash auburn scholar. He was a handful to be sure. In a way, Ludwig was the only one that could ever “hold Laurence back” a bit, but only in a very brotherly, good-natured manner.

That’s the thing too; people liked Laurence a lot. He was popular, but they could also hate him or grow tired of him. He knew how to be charming and how to talk others up by pointing out their strengths, but then he could turn around and be so arrogant, self-centered, and envious that it would irk his audience.

They wanted to be apart of the grand tale he was telling them that he planned to weave, but they also wanted him to just shut up sometimes; if that makes sense. He was a bit of an endearing, irritating, egoist with a lot of outward appeal and an inward intrigue.

His true friends also knew that he was secretly very insecure around people he didn’t trust or know, and would be vulnerable on occasion with those he did trust. That bit of heart he could show is what proved to his friends that he wasn’t actually a total impulsive snob. He cared. He just also wanted to prove himself to the world and literally everyone in it.

“I swear, you guys don’t realize how important I am to the modern age yet!!”

After years of studying and researching his beloved histories and mythologies, he began to take an interest in medical science, archeology, and the mysterious history Yharnam had with Pthumerians.

His illness also grew worse as his thirties approached. He began to study directly under Provost Willem, and that’s when the board was set with all the right pieces.

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The Church and Research Hall 💉

Ah, here we go.

I think, for obvious reasons at this point, Laurence’s interest in the ancient records of the Pthumerians and their superhuman traits was to be expected. It was exactly what he was looking for.

Divine blood? A link between gods and men? Ascension? It all seemed like the earth-shattering discoveries he had dreamt of all his life; it seemed like the dream of changing the world for the better, making an impact, and even the subtle hope of finding a cure for chronic illness. Needless to say, Laurence was fixated. Willem was right there with him.

Laurence was an assistant professor to Willem by that point and they began to experiment with all of our lovely blood and eyes in the Research Hall. I love the thought you have expressed before about testing antidotes during that stage as well; something Laurence would have been interested in.

Laurence, with all his bright ideas, was the one to suggest a Church as a way to distribute and test their research. Willem agreed, and that’s where our beta Healing Church began. Laurence wasn’t really a religious person himself, but Yharnam thrived on it and he was smart enough to know that religious authority was absolutely an asset, one that he could peacefully utilize to spread his influence and agendas.

He knew Yharnam had always believed in the Great Ones, and discovering a holy medium to use as proof of their interference was everything they needed.

Now, moving on with the lore implications that we have discovered about Byrgenwerth and the Church having been united at one point, AND the subsequent schism having been more of an internal divergence within that union rather than the precedent to a direct, dramatic academic/religious split…let’s jump ahead a bit…

Post-Fishing Hamlet and Byrgenwerth schism Laurence was someone a little more cold and cutthroat. He was still impulsive, but his spitfire characteristics were tamer, more subdued…he had taken up the authority of the Healing Church, reluctantly separated from Willem, and dealt with the aftermath of the Fishing Hamlet—something he absolutely felt guilt over, but was too afraid to acknowledge. He hid everything. All that mattered was what the blood could give him.

There was also a new burning drive in his heart upon reaching his thirties, which he had never expected to see. The blood had seemingly lessened the effects of his Fibrosis and acted as a temporary cure. It was his salvation and the salvation of Yharnam. Totally. 100%

Nothing will go wrong.

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Yharnam’s Downfall 🩸

We know how things went down from here, but Laurence by this point was, I guess you could say, at his lowest and worst. The mistakes he had made in his earlier years with the Hamlet, the Schism, and the Research Hall were catching up to him, and as Yharnam began to gradually grow worse under the blood ministration, Laurence grew worse with it.

In the public eye, he was a gracious and holy figure that distributed alms and medicines to those in need, who endlessly made promises he probably wouldn’t keep, but everyone that believed him would be dead before they even understood that. Behind closed doors, things were different.

He was harsher with his colleagues, heavily depressed, and more desperate than ever. His illness was like a reoccurring nightmare; something that reared its ugly head in the worst moments and sent him into darker, more hellish states of mind. He suppressed it every time, taking more and more blood to heal himself, but he wasn’t stupid. (I think?)

He knew that the blood wasn’t working the way he thought it was supposed to. It was temporary, brief, fleeting…and if anything, it affected his pscyhe for the worse. He was becoming more paranoid, more withdrawn and bitter. Like a solitary beast. (Omg foreshadowing!)

Most of his old friends either left him, betrayed him directly, or simply tolerated him from that point on. Gehrman was too miserable in those days to draw close to anyone, and Ludwig himself was sinking deeper into self-loathing and disillusionment. Willem was gone, Rom was doing Rom things, Yurie and Caryll were gone…Micolash had become somewhat of a monster, and Maria was strongly opposed to most of what Laurence stood for.

He had lost most of the old ties that had saturated his Byrgenwerth days, and needless to say, it took its toll. This is when Brador came into the picture, but you remember that whole headcanon I’m sure ;)

This is when all bets were off. Laurence was angry, grieved, condemned, and vengeful. Bro went ballistic.

He ordered the Cainhurst massacre, he allowed more unethical experiments in the Church walls, he tolerated the mistreatment of certain people groups in Yharnam, and eventually he oversaw the burning of Old Yharnam. He hid most of his sins too, hiring assassins and spies to take care of any prying eyes.

This was the ruthless, cruel Laurence that the fandom loves, but I don’t personally see him as having been gloating or laughing through it. I think he was giving himself to hatred and self-hatred, abusing his public image to allow a certain amount of “justified” mercilessness. I also can absolutely see him being paranoid out of his mind.

His former desires to appear as a heroic figure were twisted into these evil decisions as Vicar, but there was also a side to his determination that was fueled by the notion of “If this world is going to be so unfair and unkind, I’ll wrest order from it, I’ll bring us to glory if it kills us.”

This was his true downfall. BAD LAURENCE. BAD.

The End 🔥

Yharnam was ruined.

Broken down, defeated, and heartsick…Laurence had lost everything. Cainhurst was gone, Hemwick lay in ruins, Old Yharnam’s people were given to the plague, and every old friend Laurence had known had fallen into darkness. Ludwig was dead, Maria was dead, Willem was in a vegetative state, Rom had ascended, Caryll was dead, and Micolash had lost his mind in Yahar’gul.

I also have this theory that not long before the time of his transformation, Laurence discovered that his mother had been living in Cainhurst when the massacre had taken place. His father had died years earlier, and he had not exactly been devastated considering he barely knew the man, but Laurence’s mother, for all of her cold-heartedness, had been a relevant presence in his life. Knowing that he had been the cause of her death threw him into despair and even further regret.

His sickness also finally came through despite all the blood consumption. Blood itself was something Laurence began to regularly cough up as his lungs ruptured. He was going to die soon and he knew it. He was also possibly on the verge of something worse. The bestial taints of his flesh were omens he could not ignore.

That’s when Laurence finally shattered and accepted his fate. He had achieved…a lot. None of it good. Brador pitilessly remarked that nobody would consider him a good man even after his death, and Laurence lamented the dream he once had of dying in a sacrificial, heroic death in flames like the ancient Saint Laurence had done.

The greatest sacrifice he could make was to die, and spare the world from any further ruin, Brador said. He would never be a saint, but he could still die a martyr’s death. An ironic, perverse variation of one.

Laurence’s final action was to summon the Moon in a last-ditch effort to gain Flora’s help, to help the heart-broken Gehrman bring Maria back, to plead for mercy and freedom from the curse of beasts. Laurence promised Gehrman that they would fix everything, that it would all be made well if the Hunt continued. Gehrman believed in Laurence and the promise, but the latter did not. He knew it was over.

The Moon descended, Gehrman vanished into the Dream, Old Yharnam burned, and Laurence turned at last, accepting his demise. Brador finished him off with fire and blood, beheading him afterwards and wearing his scalp as a twisted symbol forever after. Laurence was in his fifties and had truly died a grand martyr’s death. He got everything he wanted. Yipeee!

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THERE I DID IT! Damn, I am glad you made me do this, because even though I always really liked Laurence, I never quite loved him. I hadn’t done the character deep-dive yet, but this?? This did it.

I love the reckless, spitfire teen/young adult Laurence of Byrgenwerth, the kid that wanted so badly to prove himself to the world and change things for the better, who wanted to trump his own lifelong illness, and who wanted to be better than the people that raised him. He was arrogant yes, but he was admirable to others in his sheer force of will to succeed and conquer life. I love the idea that he wanted his life to be like an epic, full of heroism and sacrifice.

I don’t think he ever initially used people, and I don’t think he lacked empathy. He had learned it from his friends and from simply observing the world. Yes, he was insecure and envious of others that seemed better than him, but he also vocally expressed genuine support and encouragement on their behalf. They were characters in the story too! They had valuable parts to play! (Oh the irony).

Yes, he was careless with human life. He was simply ignorant as a youth because of his upbringing wherein the “elite” were the ones that decided the fate of others. That carelessness turned sinister only in his later years when he began to lose sympathy for the world. Yes, he made a grave mistake in that.

But there was always remorse. Laurence’s heart was not buried. He regretted every needless death, every failed experiment. He may not have admitted it until just before his death, but he was never entirely without shame. Guilt wasn’t something the heroes in his favorite tales were supposed to feel.

I love all of the symbolism that can permeate his character as well. Blood in health and illness, the forbidden fruit that is dangled to lure men into beasthood, the antlers he carries as a beast, which are symbolic of a glorious crown in most interpretations, etc..

Just how he burns with hellfire, wearing this ironic crown, a sign of his perfectly orchestrated downfall. It’s beautiful.

I love him. You made me love him by writing about him. Congrats lol. Hope this answered all your questions about his flaws and the headcanons!!

Au revoir!

#I DID IT FINALLYYYYY #WOOHOO!!#this felt great #i love this character now like officially #it took a while to click but i see it now…i get it fandom #i wish things were…a little different in the neighborhood and everyone could share without feeling judged but anyway i won’t go into that #hope you like it Katy and that it was worth the wait!!#:D #laurence the first vicar #bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #CrowSketch #long post #gif warning #asks

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hotch x reader series [part 4]

the one where he meets the kids

you settled down onto your sofa with aaron, baby monitor placed on the table beside you incase the twins woke up. shaky hands opening the box, you placed the lid next to you before pulling out a collection of photos. the first one was you, holding your non-existent bump with a positive pregnancy test in your hands.

“this was when i found out, i was about 8 weeks here” you say softly, a small smile on your face as you reminisce.

“it must have been scary, knowing you would be doing it alone” aaron replied, voice thick with emotion “i hope you know, you won’t have too anymore”

you pull out another picture, a grainy ultrasound photo with baby a and baby b written on it with little hearts.

“this was my first ultrasound, about 10 weeks, i had the absolute fright of my life when they said there was two” laughing softly, you hand the picture to him. you watch as he slowly traces the small blobs that were your babies when they were nothing more than tiny peanuts inside you.

“twins run in my family, not yours, so i can imagine why you were so freaked out” he hands the photo back to you, fingers brushing over yours softly.

you hand him some old pregnancy tests to look at, which were so positive they had stolen the dye from the control line.

“i did wonder why they were so positive, but it was because there was two of them” you watch as he looks at the tests, taking in every moment of this as he found out all about his children.

“i’ve never seen such a positive test, not even when haley was pregnant with jack” he laughed softly, gently placing them back in the box.

“this was at my baby shower” picking up a picture of you in a pretty dress with a huge bump to show him “i was absolutely exhausted, swollen and an emotional wreck but mer still insisted that i should have one”

“you look beautiful, pregnant with my babies” he whispered, looking up at you to be met with flushed cheeks and parted lips. you couldn’t deny that aaron being so territorial over you, pregnant, made you want to give him enough kids that you could form your own football team.

“and here they are, when they were first born- i managed to hold them in till 34 weeks which everyone was surprised about as twins tend to be premature, but they were stubborn like their daddy and came in their own time” smiling as you pick out a picture of you and the twins, you look exhausted, sweaty but aaron swears he has never seen you look more beautiful.

“they were so tiny” he whispers, looking at the photo as tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

“you haven’t even missed a year, we have plenty of time for you to watch them grow- if you want to that is” you say shyly.

“yes, i am gonna buy a house with enough bedrooms for all our kids, i want to marry you, raise three children and maybe another one or two if you would be okay with that” grabbing your hand and squeezing gently.

“aaron, are you proposing right now?” you giggle, taking your other hand and stroking his face.

“yes, god yes, i’ll buy you any ring you want, any house you want, i just want you to be mine forever”

“yes! of course i’ll marry you!” you cry, pulling him in for a kiss. you hear some movement on the baby monitor, your excitement clearly waking up the twins. you turn to aaron smiling softly “well they are awake now, do you want to meet them?”

“please” he says, voice barley a whisper as he tries to hold in tears. he watches as you disappear into their room, he hears you talking to them softly and it makes his heart melt at how much you love them. he’s pulled out of his thoughts as you enter the living room again with the two most precious babies he has ever seen (not including jack of course). arlo is dressed in a little green onesie with woodland print, and maeve is dressed in a little beige onesie with mushrooms and fairies covering it.

“babies, this is your daddy” you say, tears falling from your eyes as you realise that this moment, you never thought would happen is unfolding in front of your eyes “he is so excited to meet you”

“hi arlo, maeve, you are so perfect” he whispers, letting himself cry freely as he is so overwhelmed with love. you hand him them both, watching as he takes them both in his arms as though he had held them thousands of times before. you had been worried they would cry or scream but it was like they reconsided him, not just from all the pictures you had shown him of you all but it was like they could tell it was their dad. you close the distance between you and aaron, resting your head on his shoulder as you watch him talk to your kids about everything he has planned for you all, promising to love them forever. this was all you ever wanted, and finally, you had it.

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what kind of books do you like reading?

My favorite era is 19th century Russian literature. Some of my favorites from there are Dead Souls by Gogol, Fathers and Sons by Ivan Turgenev, Eugene Onegin by Alexander Pushkin, and Oblomov by Ivan Goncharov (I was utterly baffled as to why everyone was talking about Ivan Goncharov when I came back to Tumblr!). I loved a lot of early 20th century American literature, in particular F. Scott Fitzgerald, who was an early hero, and I also read a lot of Joseph Heller and Vladimir Nabokov (Russian/American). I've read everything by Franz Kafka—even the bizarre stuff, like Amerika—and loved it all. My favorite writer of all time is Virginia Woolf, and I love reading writers who experiment with style (Lewis Carroll, of all people, has a nice early example of stream of consciousness with Sylvie and Bruno). I think the best piece of writing I've ever seen from America is Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison.

I've also read and enjoyed some stuff from the 16th-18th centuries (in particular, Ludovico Ariosto's Orlando Furioso, Edmund Spencer's The Faerie Queene, and John Milton's Paradise Lost), but a lot more that's a lot older. Giovanni Boccaccio's The Decameron is a great collection of tales like The Canterbury Tales, but better (note: I haven't yet read 1,001 Nights. Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur was a lot of fun. I slowed down a lot about eight years ago). I even love the fake ones that are tales within tales like Jan Potocki's The Manuscript Found at Saragossa. But I love chasing down and reading older works, like sagas and epics. Some of my favorites are The Nibelungenlied, The Kalevala, Njal's Saga, and The Epic of Sundiata. Gilgamesh is absolutely incredible. I've read some clunkers, though, like The Song of Roland, which I found dry, dull, and short.

As my reading slowed, I liked to read books aimed at young readers. Growing up, I loved the Oz books, which I find to be an utterly fascinating example of uniquely American (and non-European) fantasy. We have that and Little Nemo, but most other fantasy you get (outside of modern times) is distinctly European, and owes more to Lord Dunsany and Tolkien than anyone else. I loved The 13 1/2 Lives of Captain Bluebear, which I just finished ready to my daughter (Walter Moers). Michael Ende's The Neverending Story is probably the best book for young readers I've read. And then there's the Moomin books by Tove Jansson... What a find those were! Written for kids, but so unbelievably melancholic and subtle! Every page is packed with so much loneliness and longing! I couldn't even believe what I'd read after reading Tales from Moomin Valley. "The Fillyjonk who Believed in Disasters" is something I think every adult should read. It reminds me a bit of The Magic Mountain (see below) in how subtly it captures a character or series of character traits that are quite natural and recognizable, but so hard to pin down! Tove Jansson was brilliant.

For utter, nonsensical, bizarre, indulgent, and absurd escapism, I read E. T. A. Hoffmann. It's hard to even describe how ridiculous his stuff is. Like...you read this stuff, and are saying, "You can't DO that! You'd be laughed off AO3 for that!" And yet he does. And he doesn't care. He had an audience of one, and that was himself. I have no idea how his works are even remembered. Utterly bizarre.

That captures a lot of it. Here are some that don't fit elsewhere:

The Buru Quartet by Pramoedya Ananta Toer (masterful)

Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller (wrecked me)

Moby Dick by Herman Melville (tore through it!)

Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra (this one, too! Thick book, but such a quick and joyful read—and written with such exquisite detail!)

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley (one of the best of the 19th century)

The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann (so subtle... Let me tell you, this is a long book, and like, it's 90% over, and suddenly this new character is introduced, and it's like, "What even is this…?", and yet, somehow, he takes like 50 pages, and you suddenly care about this guy... Astonishing)

The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton (tour de force; her best, in my opinion)

Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut (his best that I've read, and the one I'd recommend to everyone)

Forest of a Thousand Daemons by D. O. Fagunwa (terrible translation, but so wonderfully inventive!)

Black Elk Speaks (I want to mention this, because I really loved it, but it has a problematic history, so fyi)

True Grit by Charles Portis (one of the most beautiful short novels I've ever read; the Cohen Bros. adaptation is actually very, very close to it)

The Awakening by Kate Chopin (what a smack in the face that one is!)

The Tempest by Shakespeare (my favorite of his)

The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass (best written work from America in the 19th century)

The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin (by contrast, one of the most ridiculous things I've ever read in my life; HILARIOUS)

Journey to the West by Wu Cheng'en (read the whole thing, and...wow. lol So much repetition with humor throughout capped off by brilliance)

The Bostonians by Henry James (the best demonstration of exactly what he aimed to do: produce an ending that has two equally plausible and utterly opposite interpretations that can both be supported textually)

Nohow On by Samuel Beckett (the culmination of his work, and a worthy one)

Three Tales by Gustave Flaubert (I bawled—loudly—after reading "A Simple Heart"; I couldn't help it)

Thanks for asking this! It's been so long since I've really read... It's nice to remember. I wanted to read the Studs Lonigan trilogy for ages now... Oh, and I went through a Gabriel García Márquez phase! And Tom Robbins! And, of course, I've read all the wonderful comic novels by my friend Nina Post, whose wit astounds me.

Okay, now I'm just not getting to sleep. But this is some of what I've read that I've loved. Also, for certain things, I've read a lot (like 19th century Russian literature and Samuel Beckett), so I can tell you what not to read. For example, A Hero of Our Time by Lermontov? Pass. Same with The Golovlovs by Saltykov-Shchedrin. You can probably pass on War and Peace, as well, due to its girth, but you're going to miss some good stuff (amidst a lot of dry stuff).

Okay, hitting the button now! I'm done.

(Oh, but if you were assigned Their Eyes Were Watching God and kind of passed on it because it was a "school book", that was a mistake!!!)

(Oh, Cane by Jean Toomer!)

(Oh, and if you want a short one that has a "wah-wah!" ending, check out As I Lay Dying by Faulkner! lol That rascal...)

(OH! And the "school book" thing? Hard ditto on Of Mice and Men. Holy shit, that book... Wow.)

(OMG BABBIT!!!!! I loved it!!! Pass on Main Street, though.)

(Oh, and John Updike can miss me with his Rabbit stuff... YIKES!)

(Oh, and if you like Woody Allen's style but not Woody Allen, try Portnoy's Complaint.)

(Last one: Jasmine by my short fiction professor Bharati Mukherjee, who sadly passed away far too soon. On the last day of class, she'd forgotten she was going to have us read Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky. As we were walking out the door, she made us promise to read it. I never saw her again, but I did, Ms. Mukherjee, and it was tremendous. Thank you so much for what you gave me. I had so much trouble showing my work to other people before that class. You helped me so much, and I wish I could've told you. You may think those who have influenced you will be around forever for you to thank one day, but they're not. Today's the day. Tell them what they meant to you. You'll regret it if you don't.)

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