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WE'RE... WHAT?? ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

| percy jackson x popstar au

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warnings: swearing and i think thats just about it!

a/n: part two of the series is out! im procrastinating the shit out of all my other requests so im not ignoring any of you btw!! lets all collectively ignore the fact that gracie like a post that has a lyric from her song (also damn im really just smashing out these fics)

"y/n has officially flitted off to boston!" clarisse announces suddenly from chris's lap.

"huh?" grover's head snaps up. "what do you mean?"

"y/n l/n, she's come to boston for her concerts," clarisse says showing her phone screen.

"you have got to be shitting me," chris says. "this is going to end terribly. seriously? here? boston? percy's gonna shit himself."

"oh really why would you think that?" clarisse drawls. "it's not like they don't like each other, they're like besties!"

"and y'know to make things worse y/n's setlist has been posted for months so we legit could've avoided her," chris sighs.

"yeah well, next time you see percy and he comes home grumbling about a business meeting in boston you deal with it then," grover argues.

"okay all of you shut it, percy's coming inside with luke so shhh," clarisse snaps.

"shh about what?" luke asks settling down on the couch next to grover.

"you'll never believe who's in boston!" grover sing songs. it doesn't take luke very long to work out who and his eyes widen in realisation

"no."

"yes."

"well shit."

"yep."

"we're in for a show."

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percyjackson

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percyjackson hello boston! one non-reschedulable meeting later and here we are...

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underovergrover i expect full compensation for making those pizzas WHICH YOU TOOK CREDIT FOR

percyjackson YOU DID NOT! I MADE HALF OF THOSE - MINE WERE BETTER

clarisse.la.rue no they weren't

percyjackson 🖕🏼

user1 ugh im in love

user2 omggg he's in boston!! so is y/n l/n!! are they following each other around?

user3 PLS I WOULD DIE MAKE THIS A THING

user4 i wonder if he's going to a concert here?? 😏

user5 does anyone else find it weird how his entire friend group follows him around?? no just me? they're just a huge freak show

user6 booooo we dont like haters here

user7 y/n l/n and percy neeeeed to happen rnnnn

user8 YES YES YES

lukecastellan im so ready to be done with this shit and go home

theannabethchase aww is someone feeling homesick?

lukecastellan yes obviously

user8 i. love. him.

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"see i told you this would happen!" grover screeches, running away from percy who is threatening to castrate him if he doesn't get his phone back.

"i don't care! just give me the damn thing back!"

percy had groaned for two straight minutes when he found out that y/n was in boston this weekend - he had also face planted onto the couch and used some extremely obscene words.

"if it helps at least you'll be leaving on sunday," chris had offered in the midst of his crisis. it didn't help.

so now when grover trips over a fallen pillow - which may or may not be from percy's tantrum but we don't talk about that - and percy wrenches the phone from him a loud - and might grover add overtly girly - scream.

"WHAT THE FUCK? NO! NO NO NO NO!"

his screen is on the article grover had opened with really poorly photoshopped images of percy and y/n walking together. every gossip site/blog has swarmed the photos and circulated them sending the internet into a spiral.

"im fucking done with this grover," percy groans flopping onto the couch. "its a good thing we're leaving tomorrow - we'll be back in new york thats a huge ass city i wont see y/n there again and i can just go into hibernation, let all the rumours die down and be done with this whole shit show."

if only right....

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yn.official

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yn.official feel like maybe i might go to boston! you were the best audience and im honoured to have performed for you these past two nights! heading home now to rest and recharge for the final shows in new york

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lia.mandel yayy you're finally coming home i missed you 🥺

yn.official bitch please its been like a week

lia.mandel and every second of it has been torture

user1 MOTHERRRR

user2 i think i nearly fainted when she came up on stage i was so happy i coulda died right then-

user3 the lyric makes me so happyyy

user4 ikrr y/n is like the queen of lyrics and the way she sneakily adds them into her posts 🤭

user5 WERE YOU WITH PERCY JACKSON THIS WEEKEND?? 🤨 I NEED TO KNOW

user6 y/n and percy are my dream celebrity ship

user7 they'd be the biggest power couple in history

user8 can you hard launch with percy plss?? i dont care if its fake i just need content to feed my delusions!

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lia's soft snores fill the plane aggravating the hell out of you. usually you'd find the way she curled up in a ball underneath a blanket and snored quietly to be adorable. but since you're tired, just finished performing a concert and there's a problem with the jet, its grating on your nerves.

you had also been scrolling on twitter, instagram and pinterest, curled up underneath a matching blanket urging something to catch your attention while whatever work was being done on the plane happened.

unfortunately for you the thing that did catch your attention was the dozens of very clearly photoshopped pictures of you and percy walking together on a quiet street in boston.

no way in hell thats real. for one; ew and two; percy was only here for the weekend you were here for the week and you would've had no time to go out in between concerts.

eventually you doze off not realising you're in the air until you're ears pop waking you up to lia grinning mischievously.

"what asshole?"

"you're adorable when you wake up, you know that right?"

"yes i know."

"seriously the cutest human on the planet."

"what do you want lia?"

"a gossip podcast has picked up the subject of you and percy jackson. and the host is saying shit about you."

your eyes widen for a moment. "oh my god what? wow its almost as if i don't care!" ypu give lia a blank look. "this happens every three months lia, i do something and people either love it or hate it. thats the way it goes."

"yeah but this is PERCY JACKSON Y/N! he's gorgeousness personified."

"ugh can i go back to sleep? you can fangirl to me tomorrow when im in bed and pretending to listen."

"im offended." she leans over to place a kiss on your head. "but sleep tight babes, we land in like forty minutes."

shutting your eyes again you drift back to sleep.

only when you wake up do you realise you dreamed of percy...

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redr0sewrites · 2 months

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So bc u requested Adam and/or Lute stuff I'd like to request Adam x male!reader? Like literally anything that comes to your mind, idc if it's sfw or nsfw I just crave it °^° (also if you're not comfy with writing male reader that's totally cool too, in that case just ignore this)

I HAVW NO QUALMS AB WRITING MALE READER NONNIE DW!!!! ♥️

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, male!reader, overall adam's usual shenanigans

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

you can NOT look me in the eyes and tell me adam does not have some form of internalized homophobia, and the minute he starts catching feelings for you i genuinely think he'd have a mini crisis

because of his major fuckboy personality he has a LOT of experience with flirting with women, but literally no experience with flirting with men

adam is still pretty confident however, and would probably approach you first.

i think he'd have to be friends with you to catch feelings for you in the first place, so he's probably around you pretty often

adam is very subconsciously flirty with you, but in a much more genuine way without his usual bravado. he doesn't even realize how soft he acts around you, but others can tell by the way his eyes always follow you and how he seems to orbit around you, or the way he'll purposefully stand as close as possible when he's talking to you. theres also the fact that he's literally always touching you, whether it be an arm around your shoulders or a hand resting on your back, he just needs to be close to you. you attract him like a moth to a flame, even when he's in a crowded room all adam is focused on is getting your attention. even his casual hookups stop as he literally focuses all his time on winning you over, even he doesn't realize how much he likes you (everyone else can tell. theres a betting pool in heaven on when you both will get together and who will confess first, etc)

adam definitely acts like a BUFFOON around you, deep down he doesn't think someone like you would want to be with him and overcompensates by bragging constantly about all the woman he's liked in a slightly pathetic attempt to flirt with you and literally CONSTANTLY trying to get your attention. think of his usual flaunting attitude and then turn up the dial by 100%. he wants to be on your mind 24/7 the same way your on his mind all the time

meanwhile ur lowkey heartbroken, bc you think adam is straight and yet you can't get rid of your stupid ass crush on his stupid face!!!! it's honestly especially irritating because he'll flirt with you and call you so many petnames and nicknames and will always be touching you, so you think you have a chance, then all of a sudden he's talking about some girl he banged and you just feel a bit led on

its very amusing for lute to watch the both of you dance around eachother and your feelings, when you both so clearly like eachother but are too scared to do anything about it

honestly i think you'd both end up confessing to eachother in the middle of an argument, maybe your pissed at adam for bragging about the "super hot girl he banged last night" (she isn't real and he spent the entire night thinking about you) and he's pissed off that your getting mad at him instead of being impressed or falling in love with him

definitely one of those dramatic "because i LOVE you, okay?!" confessions i am cringe but i am free and adam just kinda stares at you for a hot minute

adam would literally be like "wait... YOU like ME???? i thought you HATED me????? IM the one who likes YOU!" in usual adam fashion, and you would literally be like -_-"YOU LIKED ME THIS WHOLE TIME??? WHY DIDNT U SAY ANYTHING????" his dumbass would literally be like "I WAS TRYING TO??????" and all of this useless dialogue would literally just end in the two of you admitting your true feelings (much to lute's amusement who was recording the entire thing bc she NEEDS to win that bet)

once you both are officially together? prepare for adam to be the clingiest mf alive (in a cute way tho). he waited so long to be with you and literally became solely devoted to you for a WHILE before winning you over and it's probably been a hot minute since he's genuinely dated someone. sure, he's had hookups, but real, soulful relationships aren't common with him.

adam is ridiculously loyal to you, definitely one of those people who will be like "i have a bf 🙄" when someone random texts them, even if that person wasn't even interested in them romantically

LOVESSS flaunting you!! adam will bring you to every event he attends, he loves bragging about you and showing you off to all of heaven

if anyone ever gave you any shit about your relationship adam would literally drop kick them, he's very defensive about your guys' relationship and wants everyone to know that he loves you.

adam doesn't know shit about labels or sexuality so you probably have to teach him some things, i honestly think he'd be pansexual or just queer/unlabeled (i am totallyyy nooot projecting)

nsfw:

adam has been alive a long time and thought he tried everything sex related under the sun, but being with a guy opened a whole new world of possibilities

adam had explored with anal a bit before, but never with a partner. only in the late hours of the night when jerking off just wasn't enough, and he found himself with a strange temptation, his hands creeping lower and lower until he finally began to thrust his fingers in and out of his aching hole, tears welling in his eyes from a mix of humiliation and pure pleasure. yet, when he admitted to having tried fingering himself before, he also admitted something else- he had never managed to make himself cum, and had always gotten too embarrassed to push himself over the edge

he is a switch FIGHT ME. the first time your both intimate, adam absolutely talks so much shit about topping yet starts whining the second he begins fucking your tight cavern. this leads to you taking control and fucking him senseless, and adam is shocked at how much he enjoys it

he takes dick like a champ, he's a bratty sub at first but once you praise or degrade him, he's melting like putty in your hands

adam is sooo loud, he's a shameless moaner and everyone within a mile radius can hear his screams

you have to teach him how to give head, and he is surprisingly a very fast learner. adam lowkey gets off on how humbling it is to be below you, and he's also the type to get off on his partner's pleasure.

adam definitely has some sort of breeding kink, and when he's fucked dumb and so, so needy, he'll beg you to cum inside, whining about fucking a baby into him and babbling pure nonsense

even though it is quite literally impossible for either of you to get pregnant, he loves that kind of dirty talk. adam will pretend to be embarrassed about it but the thought of you breeding him or him breeding you is genuinely such a turn on for him

yall literally never use a condom im sorry 💀

adam would enjoy topping as well, i def think he enjoys fucking you and he loves fucking you senseless with pleasure

the first time he tops adam goes slow, he wants to learn more than anything and becomes incredibly skilled at reaching that sweet spot inside of you

adam is the first man, the original dick, and he definitely knows how to use it. he's such a fast learner when it comes to sex-related things, and memorizes everything about you and your body. he wants to know what makes you tick, and everything that pleases you or turns you on

adam is a pretty big guy and he can easily maneuver you into any position you want, he really likes hitting it from the back and loves fucking you from behind. he'd definitely pull your hair, forcing your head back so he could whisper absolute filth in your ear

i really really enjoyed writing this urgrhrgregregeh i love me some adam- im an afab person but im genderqueer/unlabeled and sometimes feel more masculine or more feminine, snd this was very fun to write bc i usually don't get requests for male reader or more masculine reader so yea i really really enjoyed this!!! also happy easter to anyone else who celebrates lmao i can't believe yall r getting smut from me on easter 💀

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koolades-world · 4 months

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Ok so I've randomly had this genius idea and was keeping it in my head for a month or so. And i for some reason had an urge to find someone to make this thing. And YOU got unlucky to be in my FYP with open requests! Poor you, now you are cursed with this request! (Also ur writing is cool, but im suck at giving compliments~)

Imagine being a one of the most powerful demons in entire devildom, falling from heaven, going through a war.. and you just meet a human, who is crying because of a paper scratch! That's the request!:

Brothers with Pain-sensitive MC/MC with Algophobia if you prefer.♡

Ahem🤓👆, Algophobia is a phobia of pain. No one likes getting hurt, but algophobic person is afraid of it more than normal ppl. Also Algophobia makes all pain feel even more painful because if the fear🤓👆

These two are pretty much the same, but Algophobia one has more angst potential than just "Pain-sensitive"

This thing sounds just so hilarious in my head, imagine after MC does something bad Lucifer wants to punish them, but then he remembers that this human uses cooking gloves to drink coffee because "its way to hot" and ends up with existential crisis because all of his punishments will turn Pain-sensitive MC into dust😭

I saw a lot of ppl headcanoning that demons are like "well, humans are fragile and easily will die!" and starting to think that human is dying when they broke a bone. Thats funny, but imagine what would happen if it ACTUALLY were like that. Mammon wants to get MC to the casino, but then sees how they slip and fall to their knees and the crying because "FFFFF MY KNEEEEES HURT😭😭😭" And he is just like..."Damn, bro, how u live like this" and ends up way to afraid to bring them to the casino bc of "eeevil demons that would eat them!".

Also i imagine that Levi would do something similar, but, lets agree that him asking MC to go somewhere is an impossible scenario. I think he will do a good job tho.

Satan and MC hanging out in the garden with cats and this dude, who can easily broke the entire house if he gets angry, casually watching this piece of human struggling to pet a cat bc of their shaking hands. "Come on, just pet it, u got it, MC." "but cats have claws and claws are paaaainful!!!!"

Asmo is probably the only one who will have no problem with that, lol. This dude loves saying about being gentle. Yeah, not surprising that i simp for him. But dynamic between Devildom's biggest slut and a Human, who never kissed with anyone because "well, if i am kissing someone, I can't tell if the person is not gonna get a knife a d won't stub me! and stubbing ppl is painful!" sounds hilarious.

Beel is a big cinnabun, we all can agree. But yhis cinnabun is so big, that it can easily hurt MC accidentally! Even average people often cause ain-sensitive MC pain, and someone as big and strong babyboy like Beel? Damn, poor big man and MC, who waits for hot food to cool down for 15 minutes before eating it because "hot food is painful!"

Belphegor probably will do okay.. i mean, if we ignore 16 lesson.. he is pretty gentle boy so i guess he won't do anything bad. But, i can still imagine how this dude might hurt MC in his sleep and when wakes up and sees them, ouch-ing and rubbing their cheek, because "you were asleep and accidentally hit my cheek.." while this dude was just changing his sleeping pose.

So you can make something fluffy with brothers trying to not-hurt Pain-sensitive MC accidentally, you can do it in memes, you can do some angst with Algophobia. You can do whatever you want, i give the idea, you use it if you want!~

Damn, this think came out like a whole ass post. But i hope you didn't got bored halfway, lol.

Have a nice day tho!~~~

hi! haha I didn’t get bored you understand me!! I absolutely love when someone is just as excited as me about an idea :) this is exactly what I do when I have an idea I love so much I want to squeeze it in a good way

glad you like my writing 🥺 <3 please enjoy!

Mc with Algophobia

Lucifer

he knows right off the bat because it was on your paperwork (creepy) but makes accommodations where he can (loving)

essentially baby proofs the house right after you arrive once he realizes you’re being serious including padding on every sharp corner

always has a first aid kit on hand because he’s worried about you and won’t hesitate to offer you all the time off you need

finds himself unconsciously making sure you're ok

Mammon

didn't take you seriously at first until you almost started crying upon reach into the freezer to help defrost Goldie yet again

wants to help you with your fear, and unveils all of his stupid fears to you, including his fear of public water fountains

when you're not together, he has his crows keep an eye on you for him to make sure you're ok

often opts to stay home with you if it makes you more comfortable

Levi

so so chill about it since he himself is afraid of many things, and while not paralyzing, goes out of his way to avoid all these things

lets you know the door to his room will always be open for you if you need a place to relax for the hour or day

protective of you in a way he never felt before

ready to listen to your woes and try to help resolve them for you

Satan

to some extent, he understands what it's like to be misunderstood and he goes out of his way to boost your confidence

knows some amazing professionals that might be able to help you out if you want

works on himself and his outbursts to keep you safe and unafraid <3

holds your hand as often as he gets the chance to reassure both you and himself that you won't get separated and avoid any potential problems

Asmo

100% finds many excuses to kiss your booboos

finds all sorts of fun cute ways to make sure you don't get hurt and stay happy

if you get hurt around him, he's on top of it and upset too since he hates to see you unhappy

whatever you need, he's got you covered. he carries some of you things in his handbag that he always has with him in case you need it

Beel

doesn't understand at first, but is more cautious around you

he knows humans are fragile but he severely underestimated your fear

however, he's willing to do anything that you need from him

he knows his strength and always finds himself moving slower and more protective around you

Belphie

at first, he couldn't have cared less but after he got to know you, he felt extremely guilty about what he had done

does everything to make it up to you and prevent you from getting hurt again

expect lots of gifts that include nice blankets and cute bandaids

finds his way to your room in the middle of the night often to make sure you're fine and then stays (he's totally not just sleepwalking)

#obey me #obey me!#obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 18 . Match Found ʚ♡ɞ (finale)

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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It had been going so well.

Jungwon had woken up to the song of birds chirping outside, he had opened the window to warm rays of sun and clear blue skies. It felt like the stars had aligned to present him with the perfect day to finally make his move.

Jungwon should’ve known better.

It had been four days since he had seen you last. Four days since you had showed up at his doorstep and dropped the equivalent of a nuclear bomb in his lap and left him with nothing to defuse it. True to your word, you had given him space to sort through his thoughts and feelings.

So it had been up to Jungwon to make sense of the jumbled mess that you had left in your wake. Luckily for him, his friends had taken it upon themselves to guide Jungwon through his existential crisis.

“Fuck I think I’m in love with her,” Jungwon whimpers into his palms. His hands doing little to hide the red flush that had crept up his neck to his cheeks.

“You just figured that out?” Niki questions, looking at Jungwon’s crumpled figure incredulously.

Jungwon lowers his hands slightly to look up at his friends with wide eyes. At the sight of each of the matching disbelieving looks on their faces, Jungwon’s eyes widened further. “You all knew I was in love with her? And no one thought to tell me?”

“How the fuck did you not know?” Sunghoon scoffs, “It's been extremely obvious to everyone that’s been forced to hang out in the same vicinity as you two.”

Jungwon lets out a strangled noise as he mentally reviews the last months with you and he realizes that he indeed, had been in love with you for an embarrassing amount of time.

To be entirely transparent, there was a part of him that already knew. How could he not when you consumed every waking minute of his thoughts? But with his intense will to convince himself that his feelings were unimportant in the grand scheme of your future and happiness, Jungwon had neglected to consider what those feelings exactly were, much less identify them as love.

But now Jungwon was face to face with the extent of his adoration with nowhere to hide. It was overwhelming, he needed to do something, anything.

“I gotta go,” Jungwon stands with shaky legs, looking around hazily for his phone and wallet.

“Go? Go where?”

“To tell Y/N I love her too! Before she changes her mind and decides she’d rather be with fuck ass Na Jaemin,” Jungwon blabbers spinning around in place, “Where the hell is my phone and wallet, I need to go.”

“Woah. Okay, slow down Romeo,” Jay laughs, clasping Jungwon’s shoulder soothingly, “ I think both you and Y/N need some time to process everything.”

“Not to mention, you need to do a lot more than just say you love her to make everything better,” Sunoo voices with a raise of his brow, “You literally ghosted her publicly for two weeks and ignored her confession.”

“Oh,” Jungwon slouches back down onto his bed in defeat, “I guess you’re right.”

Day One

Jungwon wakes up the next day feeling like death personified. Everytime he had finally felt himself slipping into his slumber, the memory of your kiss had his eyes flying open and his heart thumping painfully in its cavity.

Some time during his sleep-ridden haze, Jungwon’s mind had started to wander again to darker territory. He revisited the same insecurities that had gotten him into this whole predicament. His mind ran to a thousand scenarios where you had chosen him and it had only ended in bitter words and regret. And in the darkness of the night, with only his thoughts for company Jungwon began to dig himself into the same insecurity ridden pit he had just gotten himself out of.

It had been Niki who had picked the lock to his room, promptly entering and dragging the blankets off of Jungwon’s huddled figure. “Alright Jungwon the fuck is your problem now?”

Jungwon merely turned, his voice muffled as he buried his face into the pillows, “You’re gonna think it's stupid.”

“Probably because it is stupid,” Niki snarks, trying to pull Jungwon away from where he clung to his pillows pathetically.

Giving in, Jungwon gives Niki a rueful pout, his eyes ringed with the evidence of his turmoil. “What if she regrets choosing me later on and she resents me for everything she missed out on? What if we don’t work as well as a couple like we thought? What if she loves me as a friend but not as her boyfriend-oW what the fuck Niki” Jungwon rubs the side of his head tenderly, shooting daggers at his exasperated friend.

“You’re right, you are being stupid. Look, what’s the point of lingering on all these what ifs, you don’t even know that half that shit will happen. What if it’s the alternative, what if she realizes it’s the best decision she’s ever made? What if you both end up being perfect for eachother, platonically and romantically? She said she loves you, and you love her. Is that not enough for you to take the risk? Is she not worth it?”

Jungwon stares at him slack jawed, before chuckling to himself, ruffling Niki’s hair affectionately. “When did you grow up and get so mature huh?”

“I’ve always been mature, if anything you’re the one who’s dangerously close to losing your hyung title if you keep moping around like this. Have some confidence Jungwon, there’s a reason Y/N has chosen you over and over, even when you haven’t given her a motive to.”

Jungwon nods resolutely, setting his shoulders back in determination. It didn’t matter that he might not be the best choice, for you he’d make sure he was the right one. Now that he had a glimpse of what it was like to have lost you to someone else, even if only for a night, Jungwon was dead set on never giving anyone else the chance again.

Day Two

Jungwon chews on his lips, his fingers drumming against his leg as the call rings obnoxiously. Please pick up pleaseeee pick up.

The ringing stops abruptly and for a second Jungwon thinks he’s been declined.

“Hello? Jungwonnie?”

He breathes a sigh of relief, mustering up his best saccharine tone. “Heyyyyy Haechannie hyung, I’ve been dying to catch up with you.”

“You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that if you want to get back on my good side, Jungwonnie,” Haechan scoffs into the mic, “Y/N might have forgiven you but I certainly haven't forgotten just how upset she was when you were doing your little ghosting.”

“Yeah, I know hyung I’m sorry I really am,” Jungwon winces, rubbing the back of his neck, “I just thought I was doing what was best for her, I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“Yeah, well you did dumbass. And you better not be calling me to tell me you’re gonna break her heart again.”

“No! No, the opposite actually,” Jungwon says hurriedly, taking a deep breath, “I uh- wanted to ask her out, properly. She deserves it after everything I put her through. I was wondering if you had any ideas as to what she might like.”

“Well I’ll be damned, I thought you’d never grow the balls Jungwon,” Haechan cackles, his tone softening into something more familiar and honeyed.

“Look lover boy, Y/Nnie likes you a lot, almost as much as she likes me; trust me that's a lot . And you two have been through a lot of shit that was way more complicated than it had to be. I think what Y/N would appreciate and love most of all is just your honest feelings and having you back again. She’s not really one for big gestures and obnoxious gifts. I know it's not the answer you were looking for but it's what makes sense to me. I hope it kinda helps.”

“It actually does, thanks hyung. I promise I’ll take good care of her from here on out. No more complications,” Jungwon states firmly.

“I’m glad to hear it Jungwonnie. I like you, we all do, and we’ve been rooting for you and Y/N through all of your melodrama. Good luck and don’t let anything fuck it up.”

Jungwon accepts the blessing gratefully, a satisfied smile stretched across his lips as the call ends. He flips back onto his bed, looking up at the ceiling feeling the buzz of anticipation warm his chest. For once it felt like everything was slowly clicking into place.

Day Three

“What about this one?” Jay holds up a white shirt with a ruffled collar, waiting for Jungwon’s verdict.

“Ew no hyung, what am I? A vampire?” Jungwon scrunches his face in distaste, turning back to the racks of clothing.

Sunoo sighs next to him, taking a loud slurp of his nearly emptied milk tea. “I still don’t get why we have to get you a whole new outfit, is this really such a big occasion?”

“Of course it is!” Jungwon gives him an affronted look, chin jutting petulantly. “You saw how pretty Y/N looked when she came over, how well she was dressed. I have to make a good impression on her too when I ask her out.”

“Yeah but that was because she came straight from a fancy date, it's not like she was dressed up for- what are you hitting me for hyung I’m right,” Sunoo rolls his eyes dodging another one of Jay’s swats.

“Ignore him Jungwon, I think it's sweet that you want to look nice for Y/N,” Jay pats Jungwon encouragingly, “Do you know what kind of look you want to go for? Maybe something that Y/N likes on you?”

“Uh…. she likes my shoulders and collarbones. And one time she said that it's unfair that I have a slutty ass waist?” Jungwon offers up with a helpful shrug.

Jay deadpans, dragging a hand down his face wearily, already regretting his defense of you two. “I was looking for more like colors or types of shirts but yeah I guess that works. Let's go with a slightly loose button up tucked into some fitted cigarette pants then.”

With that Jay walks off in search of his desired items, and Jungwon turns to give Sunoo a smug smile. “I’m gonna look so good, Y/N won’t be able to resist me.”

Sunoo waves him off with a tired exhale, “As much as I hate the idea of inflating your ego, knowing Y/N you’re probably right.”

Jungwon’s smirk morphs into a dopey smile at the simple affirmation. The slightest reminder of his reciprocated feelings turning him into complete putty where he stood.

It still felt a bit unreal, to know the full extent of your feelings, and Jungwon was itching to just be able to do the same for you. It wouldn't be much longer now, everything was going to be perfect.

Day Four

“Do you have any Barbie movies? Maybe a collection set?”

To the employee’s credit the commercial smile she’s plastered on barely falters, the only indication of her surprise being the slight twitch of her eye. “Barbie movies sir?”

“Yeah,” Jungwon beams at her, fingers tapping on the counter in excitement, “Like the animated American ones? You know, Barbie & the Diamond Castle, Fairytopia, Barbie of Swan Lake, all of those.”

“Ah, those Barbie movies, of course,” she responds with the thinly veiled irritation that could only belong to a highschool part-timer who definitely did not get paid enough to deal with these oddly specific requests. “Let me go check in the back sir.”

Jungwon hums in acknowledgement, taking the opportunity to look around the quaint video store as the worker walks off. When she reappears from the backroom she’s holding a pink box set shaped like a chest, fit with a latch boasting a bold Barbie logo in gold. “Here you are sir, the 19 movie collection dvd set of the classic Barbie movies,” the worker slides the chest over to Jungwon.

He gives it a once over, his fingers trailing over the edges and checking the details to make sure all of your favorites are included. The employee watches in amusement as Jungwon straightens with a satisfied smile. “It’s perfect, I'll take it! Thank you so much for your help.”

She nods, ringing his purchase up, “So, are you just a big Barbie fan or is this for a younger sibling or something?” she asks as she takes his credit card.

“For my girlfriend actually,” Jungwon grins before faltering slightly, “well she’s not my girlfriend, yet. But I’m hoping after I give her this and I ask her properly she will be. I’m kind of in love with her.”

The worker gives a small laugh handing over his bag and receipt, “That’s cute actually, good luck I hope she accepts and it works out.”

“Me too,” Jungwon smiles giddily, ducking his head in a quick bow before exiting. Tomorrow. It was finally time.

D-Day

Jungwon should've known better.

Everything was going so well up until 30 minutes ago. Jungwon had woken up feeling amazing, his body filled with vitality, his mind was clear and his skin glowing. Sunoo had helped him style his hair, running it through the straightener until it fell perfectly across his forehead the way you liked it.

He had gotten his outfit from where it hung after Jay ironed it for him, it fit him perfectly accentuating his frame in all the right places. He had even sprayed some of the cologne Sunghoon got him, his nose only slightly wrinkling at the fumes. It would be worth it, for you.

Jungwon finished by swiping some chapstick across his lips, definitely because they felt chapped and nothing to do with his wishful thinking that maybe today he could seal the deal with a kiss. As he gave himself one last look in the mirror, Jungwon was extremely satisfied with the reflection that looked back, he looked good and he felt good. Today was the day.

Heeseung had offered to drop Jungwon off at your building but he had declined, for sentiment’s sake. Jungwon wanted to stop by Taeil’s PC bang, where you had first met, and pick up some snacks. Yes, he knew he could easily get them at any convenience store but he would know it was from Neo Tech and you would know it was from Neo Tech and that was enough for it to be worth the trouble.

The wind had picked up slightly as he arrived at Neo Tech, causing Jungwon’s brows to knit in worry but he had looked up to see clear skies and shrugged it off. Taeil had greeted him with a warm welcome and a hearty clap on the back. After shyly sharing his plans for the day, Taeil had gladly packed up some snacks, pushing them into Jungwon’s arms with a refusal to accept any payment and whisper of good luck.

Jungwon left the pc bang with his hands full. The bags filled with snacks and your gift swinging gleefully from each arm as he walked down the familiar streets to your building. As he retraces the steps to yours, Jungwon thinks of the first day you had taken him to your home, the first day he had truly stepped into your life. How differently would everything had turned out if he had just accepted a rain check?

Jungwon thinks of the way your eyes light up when they find his, the way you fit like a key in a lock in his arms, and how it feels as if the only breath he’s ever really taken was the one against your lips. It's enough for him to be sure that one way or another you would’ve found your way to him.

With a mind clouded with thoughts of you, Jungwon fails to notice the actual clouds that rapidly darken the sky, until a wet droplet hits his nose. He looks up startled, only for another drop to land on his cheek, and another in quick succession until suddenly, it’s pouring.

Fuck. Jungwon breaks out into a run, there’s only two blocks left until he reaches your place with his only possible solace from the rain until then being the meager cover of the trees that decorate the road. He vaguely remembers Jake rambling about how scientifically you’re more likely to have more raindrops land on you if you run opposed to walking in the rain, but how can he heed Jake’s advice when the rain beats down on him, his shirt already darkening under the weight of the water.

So he runs, he runs until he finally reaches shelter under the awning of your building. Only then does Jungwon stop, hunching over as he tries to catch his breath, his lungs protesting as they strain to fill with air.

“Jungwon?”

He looks up to make contact with the concerned gaze of Na Jaemin, who stands awkwardly with his umbrella at the ready as he gets ready to leave the building. “Are you alright?” he voices again.

Jungwon quickly straightens, “I’m fine thanks,” he voices, trying his best to steady his breath.

Jaemin nods silently, smiling politely, “I’m Jaemin by the way, it’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot of great things. Are you heading up to see Y/N?”

Jungwon should say no, he’s a sopping wet mess and the food is probably a mess after being rattled with the force of his movements. It’s only logical to go home and recuperate and just try again tomorrow. He’s spent far too much time making everything perfect to let it go to waste.

But he’s here now and Jaemin’s standing in front of him with an expectant smile, leaving your house looking put together and polished. So Jungwon can’t back down, not again, he’s missed you far too much and prepared far too much to lose his nerve now.

“Yeah I am,” Jungwon gives a firm smile and Jaemin breaks into a wide grin.

“That’s great, she’s been missing you a lot. I hope everything goes well, I’ve got to head out but we should definitely catch up another day.” It’s a bit unnerving, how genuinely sweet Na Jaemin seems. Jungwon nods hesitantly in agreement and the elder seems satisfied and takes his leave with a wave.

Jungwon turns to face your building, and before he can lose his nerve he enters. He draws a few curious stares from the reception desk and passing residents. Normally Jungwon would flush under their gaze and hurry his steps, but each step he takes he can only register as a step closer to you.

And so, unabashedly, Jungwon’s feet squeak and squelch and carry him across the lobby, into your elevator and up all 42 floors until he’s back at your front door. He can hear his heart thumping in his ears matching the rhythm of the code he punches in, the steps he takes until he can hear your voice carrying through the open slit of your bedroom door.

Jungwon takes a last shaky breath and raps lightly on the wood, pushing into your room. It’s been four excruciatingly long days since he’s last seen you and the sight of you knocks the air out of his lungs. You blink at Jungwon’s sudden appearance before your eyes soften into the familiar crescents that accompany your smile, “Hi Wonnie.”

“Hey Y/N,” Jungwon exhales breathily, his eyes glued onto your features. He had a confession planned, feelings he wanted to express and promises he wanted to make. Feelings that were currently betraying him, rendering him dumb struck and speechless.

Jungwon was usually good at things like this, suppressing his feelings to get what he needed to do done, it came easier to him than breathing. He was good at things like this, but not when it came to you.

You bite back a laugh at his dazed expression, raking your eyes down his figure, pausing momentarily on the bags in his hands. You meet his eyes with a stifled laugh, “You’re uh dripping, Jungwon.”

He snaps out of his stupor looking down to find his clothes waterlogged and plastered to his body, a small puddle forming at his feet. Jungwon rubs his neck sheepishly, “Yeah I got caught in the rain.”

“I can see that,” you smirk, sliding your headphones off and rising to your feet. You make your way towards Jungwon and for a second his heart stutters, thinking you were going to pull him into another impromptu kiss.

He swears he’s not disappointed when you walk by him, instead rifling through your drawers to pull out some clothes and a towel. “Here, you should get out of those clothes before you get sick.”

“What? No, I mean- yes I will, but first I want to talk to you. I uh got you something as well,” Jungwon lifts the gifts slightly.

You roll your eyes fondly, unfurling the towel and draping it over his head, rubbing it gently to drain some of the water out of his strands. You take the bags from his grip, instead pressing the clothes into Jungwon’s hand. “You’ve already made me wait this long, I think I can wait a little longer. Go change Wonnie.”

Jungwon sends you a wounded pout which you ignore with a pointed glance at the bathroom. He gives in with a sigh, disappearing to change his clothes. The sweats and shirt you’ve handed him are foreign, probably Haechan or Chenle’s, but the hoodie is suspiciously familiar.

He’s still examining the hoodie when he walks back out, “Is this mine? I swear I have one just like it and I haven't seen it for a while.”

You pause slightly at his words, twisting in your seat, “Uh yeah, I kinda stole it the last time I slept over,” you admit in the most off hand tone you can muster but Jungwon doesn’t miss the subtle reddening of your cheeks.

He doesn’t bother hiding the smug grin that splits his face, walking over to pull you up out of your chair and into his arms. He sways you slightly in his embrace, leaning down to whisper cheekily, “You’ve been stealing my clothes to wear when I’m not around? You miss me that much Y/N?”

You roll your eyes, pushing Jungwon away from you, he lands on your bed with a playful yelp. “If you weren’t busy being a delusional jerk then I wouldn’t have to miss you in the first place. I think you owe me at least one hoodie as collateral for emotional damages.”

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Jungwon chuckles, sitting up on his elbows, “thanks for the clothes, I didn't realize how cold I was until I got out of them.”

Taking a seat next to him, you brush the damp strands of hair off of Jungwon’s forehead, “No biggie, why were you so dressed up anyways? Are you heading somewhere after this? I can put your clothes in the dryer if you need.”

“No,” Jungwon says hurriedly, flushing when you look at him inquisitively, “I’m not going anywhere, I just wanted to dress up and look good, since it’s been a while since I last saw you.”

His eyes are trained down on the floor, the tips of his ears turning red and you can't help but giggle. “You always look good Jungwon, no need to try and impress me,” you nudge him playfully and he bats your hand playfully with a whine.

“Yeah, but I wanted you to see me in some nicer clothes,” Jungwon meets your eyes carefully, “because today’s important, I wanted to dress accordingly.”

You hum in acknowledgment, trailing your hand against the edge of his sleeve, smiling when Jungwon’s fingers capture yours. “You looked nice, it was different. But I like you like this, sweats and a hoodie. Makes you look cozy and comfy, like my Jungwon.”

Jungwon stills, staring at you with an unreadable expression and you tilt your head in silent question. Jungwon had a plan, a script for how this was going to go, but when those words fall so effortlessly from your tongue he can’t help but want to abandon his plan. And when has he ever known self control around you, so he does. “Can I kiss you?” he asks calmly.

It’s your turn to fluster, “what?” you splutter. Jungwon sits up fully, leaning closer until the tip of his nose is lightly grazing against yours. His hand releases yours, snaking up your neck to rest against your jaw, his eyes burning unwaveringly into yours.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” his breath ghosts over yours and you barely nod before Jungwon’s lips brush faintly against yours.

Jungwon pulls back slightly, glancing quickly to assess the way your eyes flutter shut and you instinctively chase after his mouth. It’s enough of a final confirmation for him to truly throw caution to the wind and he captures your lips in a proper kiss.

His fingers and cheek are cool to the touch, but every bit of skin they graze against blazes in response. You’re sweltering, melting in his hold, your arms curling around him , clinging to his shoulders desperately for any purchase to keep you from falling apart.

Jungwon grips you with equal intensity, he releases his hold on your jaw to undo the claw clip holding your hair, tossing it to the side. His fingers slink back up your neck to tangle in your hair, pulling you even closer.

It isn’t until his lungs burn insistently against his ribs that Jungwon finally parts from you. It’s silent, save for sharp inhales as you both gasp for what little air is available in the junction of your lips. Jungwon rests his forehead against yours and whispers breathlessly, “I love you.”

You’re still lightheaded from the pressure of the kiss and his words do nothing to quell the way your mind reels and your stomach flips incessantly. Giggling, you knock your head against his playfully, “Took you long enough idiot.”

Huffing in mock annoyance, Jungwon grabs your face bringing it to his, “Say. It. Back.” he mumbles against your lips, pecking them insistently with each word.

You smile into the kiss, your rising cheeks squishing against where Jungwon holds you firmly. “I love you,” you plant a final peck onto his lips and he sighs in satisfaction, nuzzling into your neck.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.” Jungwon murmurs gently, his hands sliding down to wrap around your waist, “I’m sorry for trying to push you away without even giving us a chance. I thought I was doing the right thing for you, and I let my ego and insecurities cloud my judgment. I was scared, you’re everything I could ever dream of having, and yet for some unfathomable reason you wanted me. It felt too good to be true honestly, and the whole situation with your dad and Jaemin just confirmed every negative outcome in my mind. I just didn’t want to fuck up and become a regret, you know?”

Your brows scrunch together in a frown and you open your mouth to refute him but Jungwon is already shushing you with a swift kiss. “I know what you’re gonna say. I just wanted to properly talk you through my thoughts. I’m done being stupid now, seriously I am. I’m far too in love with you to give you up. You make me want to be selfish. You deserve everything in the world Y/N, and if it means I can keep you by my side I’d rob the sky of all its sun and stars. I want to be better for you, I’ll be better for you, so that one day I can truly say I deserve to be yours. But for now I’m going to be greedy and ask you to be mine. Officially.”

You chuckle breathily, reaching up to cup Jungwon’s cheek with shaky fingers. “I meant what I told you before Wonnie, I’ve always been yours and I always will be. When I first met you I already knew I was in for it. You were the perfect distraction, my little sanctuary to escape all my worries and sorrows, an escape from reality. But then you crossed that line, you became a part of my reality, and you changed it into one that I wanted to be in. You’re my greatest comfort and my uttermost happiness Jungwon, and that’s something that no one else will be able to give me. I’d choose you in every reality and that’ll never change.”

Jungwon beams, his dimple in full display and he pulls you in peppering kisses all over your face, not leaving a single stretch of skin untouched. “I can’t believe everything literally went the opposite of what I planned and yet it somehow still worked out. Look, I even prepared a present for my proposal to convince you to say yes.” He leans over you slightly to pull up the bag sitting at the foot of the bed, placing it gently in your hands.

“You prepared this for me?” you shake the bag curiously, and Jungwon nods, gesturing excitedly for you to take a look. “Holy fuck, you got me the Barbie Movie Collection?” you gape at the pink box, tracing the letters in awe, “Jungwon I love it.” You grab his face, placing an exaggerated smooch on his cheek.

“Yeah, I’m kind of the best boyfriend ever, I know,” Jungwon shrugs smugly, observing your enthralled expression with a small smile. “I was planning on showing up looking dashing and all, and you would be caught off guard by my adverse charms and fall for me. Then I was going to give some spiel about how I don’t deserve you but these movies are a token of my dedication to you. And you would be extremely touched by my thoughtfulness and immediately start begging to be my girlfriend and telling me how I have unmatchable rizz. But I guess I can settle for how it went down,” he teases, pinching your cheek impishly.

You swat his hand away from your cheek with a roll of your eyes, “you’re insufferable Yang Jungwon.”

This only fuels Jungwon further, and he leans in, tilting your chin up to meet his mischievous gaze, “but you loveeee me, don’t you baby?”

You scoff, ignoring the way your cheeks heat at the pet name, “unfortunately for me, yes I love you Wonnie.”

Jungwon grins broadly at the admission, planting a warm kiss on your waiting lips. “I love you more,” he says sweetly.

Jungwon’s still not quite sure how he ended up here. How a simple desire to best his roommates had culminated into him sharing soft kisses with the love of his life.

And Jungwon’s still not quite sure what the future will hold for the two of you. But as he pulls you into his lap and you lean into his touch happily, pink cheeks and bright eyed, Jungwon can’t help but feel that no matter what the pair of you end up pursuing, at the end of the day your nights will always end up looking a little like this.

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a/n: hi <3 well!!! That's it hehe!! i hope u liked the finale and it wasn't too underwhelming :(

this is the barbie dvd set wonnie got for y/n lmfao. very romance we love.

This is the official last chapter plot wise but I'm going to be posting some bonus SMAU posts in a day or two :) but here's a taglist form for my upcoming works!

ok now that I got those out of the way i rlly rlly rlly want to take the time to thank everyone who read match found up until now. This series is my very first time writing literally anything so to think that people actually enjoyed it is mind boggling. I'm incredibly lucky to have readers that are so sweet and supportive and so interactive. I appreciate and think about every single comment and reblog and i truly truly adore you all so much. I hope I can continue to be able to talk and interact with you all <3 Thank you for being here for me throughout everything and being so patient and kind with me MWAH!!

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acatnamedloki · 4 months

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Why Mycroft Canner is crying (and is the most sopping wet cat character of all time)

In the book 'The Will to Battle' Mycroft spends half the book crying so in order to recover from my insane Book Hangover I decided to write a list of all the reasons Mycroft is crying in this book (some of them are even valid!!)

If you haven't read Ada Palmer's 'Terra Ignotia' series, this list contains extremely out of context and vague spoilers and not a lot of plot information so give it a read and see if he's a character you'll like (and then read the series and go insane with me)

Chapter 2

Someone said they trust him

He's not exactly crying but he is sitting on a bench, hugging his knees and trying to ignore his hallucinations while people are debating the future of the human race (pure wet cat behaviour)

Chapter 3

He saw the Mediterranean sea

Now he's in Crete and the sea smells salty

He was told he couldn't join a meeting (to be fair, he just did a bunch of traveling to get to the meeting)

Chapter 7

He saw a pretty boy

Recovers for a bit, has a whole ass conversation then starts crying again for the same reason (also because the pretty boy is looking all sad and vulnerable)

Someone was kind to the pretty boy (he at least tried to weep silently here)

He found out someone cares about him enough to try and track him (OK but this bit is crazy because Mycroft was just beat up, is bleeding, kidnapped, has a collar of knives around his throat, tied up, electrocuted, pushed to the ground and having a heart attack. He is totally fine with this. But then starts sobbing out of GRATITUDE because he found out someone kinda sorta cares about him!!!!?)

Ok NOW he's finally crying because he's scared (he described it as "strange" that he was crying and "tinged my eyes with salt". Good job Mycroft! Way to under-react to the situation)

Chapter 8 (still kidnapped and just been double-stabbed)

Someone threatened to kill a 17 year old boy who Mycroft believes is god

Someone asked where Bridger was (ok this bit is actually sad I started crying too)

Someone tried to start WWIII and Mycroft had a mini freak out

He saw an old building covered in graffiti

He got told off because he didn't try to kill his kidnappers (Mycroft actually tried to protect??? the original kidnappers - this is kind of a nesting doll kidnapping situation)

Chapter 11

A really old document got stolen

Caesar (his sort of president/sort of master) is wearing a new suit (its noted that he is sobbing for like 3 pages here)

Chapter 12

Pride, relief and grief (an odd mix but ok)

Chapter 13

He was hallucinating and (understandably) freaked out. Then started crying when someone asked if he was ok.

Chapter 14

Theres like a super intense argument happening between Caesar and god

Caesar put a really harsh punishment on some people who deserved it and Mycroft had a full on existential crisis because he believes he deserved it too (like he passed out and started sobbing because he deserves worse? than being a slave?)

Chapter 19

The scary space people decided to join a war (not crying because a giant lion is sitting on him, happy because at least its muting his sobs)

Chapter 21

He saw some fireworks

#ada palmer #too like the lightning #Will to battle #Mycroft Canner #sopping wet cat behaviour #terra ignota

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biggie-chcese · 5 months

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rain code age headcanons because i have literally only ever been choosing ages based on what's funniest but now i wanna cast away my grand layers of irony and be genuine for a moment. also. this goes pretty in depth so be prepped for the long haul when you click read more lmao.

spoilers for the whole game below and it's because of one specific character iykyk

Yakou - this man has the soul of a guy in his late 40s going through what would be his midlife crisis if not for the fact that he's fully aware he passed the midpoint years ago. but that soul is trapped in the body of a guy who doesnt look a day older than 28. what moisturizer does he use? i doubt he even uses anything other than that 13 in 1 shampoo. anyway, i think he's 32.

Halara - 26. nothing really to justify this other than they've got that mid 20s swag but 25 didn't feel right. adult enough to be as competent as they are yet young enough to look like that. moving on.

Desuhiko - 19. i think he's the youngest of the NDA because. well. idk man have you read his dialogue? he's got a whole lot of growing to do and is still very lost on his direction in life. he's giving 'bitch fresh outta high school (or in this case, detective training) and relishing in his freshly obtained freedom."

Vivia - 28? yeah i got nothing for this i am going purely on vibes here. 28 just feels right.

Fubuki - 23. she's clearly still a bit young but is also clearly a grown ass adult who wasn't raised right so i think this makes for a happy medium, especially if she's already been on some worldwide adventures n shit before the game. works out quite swimmingly methinks.

Kurumi - 18. for my personal comfort bc we'll get to yuma later but im not gonna sit here and ignore the way the game constantly grovels at the audience's feet to ship them so id rather she not be any younger than this. anyway, more about her: she tends to hold her own as an informant with more competence, maturity, and effecience than most of the NDA. but she also has a pretty childish black and white view on things, like believing her beloved detectives are always right (girl if you were real you would be ENTRENCHED in stan culture oml do NOT get into minecraft youtubers) but i've... seen 18 year olds on the internet that are exactly the same so whatever

Aetheria girls - putting them all at 17-18 because, based on honorifics, they are treated as upperclassmen by their peers in the Japanese dub. i think waruna is the youngest and kurane is the eldest.

Yomi - 25. he has that vibe. old enough to be taken seriously as an adult but young enough to act like That™. yknow?

Martina - 32. she's giving older woman sexy librarian vibes and generally carries herself with a certain level of poise and maturity but is also a freak in a way that can best be explained by being a woman in her 30s. not elaborating on this

Swank - 41. to me he's like those awful surly businessmen who go to cabaret clubs to drink and smoke their office job woes away and cheat on their wives. but he also has extreme mafia boss swag about it so i kinda love him for that. dunno what this has to do with age tho. moving on.

Seth - 22 because he's giving youngest brother. i think he's the youngest of the peacekeepers in general. guillaume definitely bullies him about this.

Dominic - 34. bro is built like a jojo character what else do you want me to say. he's still got that youthfulness about him that makes me think he's still not going through his midlife crisis, so i wouldn't place him any older

Guillaume - 23. guillaume is so girlypop manic pixie dream girl core that she's definitely got the energy of someone who is young but also strikes the balance of being someone who has a job and a mortgage. dunno how she does it. id like to think she isnt even much older than seth but still bullies him for being the baby of the peacekeepers. do u understand my vision. please. they have so much annoying coworker potential.

shinigami - idk like 1000. she's a death god who cares.

yuma - okay. yeah. look i dont give a singular fuck about age discourse- headcanon whatever you want- but from looking at canon material i genuinely think that he could not possibly be any younger than 21. 20 if we wanna push it. yes, i know he looks young. i have eyes. but also, im in my 20s and the most common thing people tell me when i reveal my age is "oh, i thought you were 15." one time a person asked me if i was 12. at my job. that i was actively working at. i was 20. adults can look young, and contrary to the classic 1000 year old loli dragon trope he doesnt act overtly childish. he acts like a normal fuckin guy. yes he cries but like. you wouldn't in his position? bro speedruns lifelong trauma so skillfully that he's backwards long jumping into alternate universes where everything is somehow worse. i'd be freaked out if he didn't cry. also im aware that the child prodigy detective trope is a thing and that kodaka has written that before but... he was number one three years ago. and the training takes two years. which means, if he is a minor in the game's present day, he started working at the WDO at 12 and became number one at 14... at the oldest. have you ever met a 14 year old? forgive me for not suspending my disbelief here. and really the kicker for me is that yuma has a line where he says he's not sure if he's drinking age (which would be 20 in japan), but you know who would be sure? you know who knows yuma's age better than yuma?

makoto kagutsuchi - this megacorporation CEO has a fully stocked minibar installed in his penthouse. <- sentence i cannot bring myself to believe if it's about a child. since i also cant picture him becoming CEO at age 14 without yomi at least once angrily pointing that out (he only ever mentions that makoto is an outsider, or has his head in the clouds), id like to think both him and yuma, at their youngest, earned their top spots at their respective organizations at 18. it keeps their gifted kid syndrome and young prodigy-ness without making things comically ridiculous or uncomfortable for the sheer amount of sexual situations yuma gets put into.

anyway that's my silly little ramble on age headcanons. this was actually really fun to think about. shoutout to kodaka for leaving out the ages. funniest choice he could've made

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kiiwiigii · 9 months

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Shenanigans (Rubber Ducky ii)

Pt. One

Alec x Fem!Reader - Plantonic Demetri x Fem!Reader x Felix

Summary: A follow up to Rubber Ducky. Demteri and Felix corner you to ask about Count Duckula. They have another thing coming.

Warnings:

Pure fluff

Word Count: 599

A/N: I couldn't not write it.

"So."

I groaned, shoulders dropping in an immediate response to Demetri's teasing tone. I just knew that whatever he was going to say, I was going to be embarrassed. I avoided eye contact and sped up instead.

"You know speeding up won't help you, right?"

It was Felix this time.

I rolled my eyes up toward the ceiling in a desperate plea for help from the heavens. If Felix was here that meant I was probably going to die from embarrassment. All I needed to do was make it to Alec's room and I was safe. Neither had the balls to enter there.

Demetri moved in front of me, walking backwards with a stupid ass grin on his face. I glared in return, choosing to keep on ignoring him.

"So." Demetri continued. "What is this rubber ducky we've all heard so much about?"

I snapped my eyes up towards him, gawking. Alec certainly wouldn't have told him. And I definitely didn't. He grinned as I suddenly blushed in realization.

"Can you guys not keep your hearing to yourselves??" I snapped at both of them.

Felix chuckled from the other side of me. "That is a dumb question, Y/N."

"You would think that you'd be used to it by now." Demetri said flippantly, falling back into step next to me. "Vampires hear everything."

"I suddenly feel bad for Alec." I grumbled.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. That means he has to hear you and Heidi going at it."

"Everyone has to hear that unfortunately." Felix stated, hands behind his back.

"You see? That. That right there is why I'm suddenly questioning if I even want to become a vampire. That, and I would miss food. A lot."

"Not that you have much of a choice, but that is what has you reconsidering??" Felix asked incredulously. "Hearing and human food?? Not the whole drinking human blood thing?"

I snorted, waving his question off with the flick of my hand.

"No. That's simply what I call the circle of life."

Demetri snickered.

"I swear to god, if you start singing the Lion King, I will end you."

"What is the Lion King?" Felix asked.

I stopped and stared up at him. "You- You've never seen the Lion King? Have you ever seen any of the Disney movies??"

"I have seen Snow White!" He said defensively.

I grinned a little wickedly, causing both to exchange slightly terrified looks and back away. Too bad, I had them in my claws now.

"Disney movie marathon. Tonight. We'll start with Snow White. Bring me snacks." I ordered, sauntered forward and ignoring any and all protests. "Do it or I'll sic Alec on you."

That shut them up.

I continued down the hall as they whispered to each other furiously, although I could still hear them.

"How did we get from the rubber duck to being roped into a fucking Disney marathon??" Demetri hissed.

"You. You had to go and be nosey." Felix groaned.

"You wanted to know just as badly as I did!"

"Alec. It's Alec's fault. And the damn bastard is not even here!"

"I can hear you!" I sing-songed.

I slipped my hand into my messenger bag, grinning at the bickering behind me, and let my fingers brush against the little rubber ducky Alec had surprised me with. Count Duckula was supposed to be on my nightstand, but I found him good company when Alec was away on missions.

In the end, the embarrassment crisis was averted, and I was sure Demetri and Felix would think twice about trying to corner me again.

At least I hoped.

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lacrimosathedark · 2 years

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Hello. I love Conner Kent and have compiled pretty much every time Conner and Tim have had any kind of intimacy since he was brought back to canon.

Let’s go in order!

Young Justice 2019 (not to be confused with the OG)

For the record, this is pre-bisexual-realization Tim. tbh I’ve been thinking about just how bitter Tim sounds here despite still being oblivious to how freaking gay he is. Like, seriously “Whatever dumb thing or person makes him happy makes me happy.” Like, why they gotta be dumb, Timbo? While not anywhere near as weird, it also feels very strong for Tim to say with his whole-ass chest “he’s my best friend and I love him” solely given how recently he recovered those memories. But if they had resolidified into him by that point, it’s not too strange. Stronger things have been said about them and by them.

Conner goes right for Tim. (In fairness, Cassie’s already got him and Bart isn’t in the room yet, but still)

(Also please join me in desperately trying to ignore the Drake outfit for the next few images because Yikes)

Conner was being such a Mom to Bart before this that this just reminds me of when they started Young Justice and he made a comment about how Bart would be a handful for other heroes or parents and Tim just gave him a Look and he was like “Oh, no! I am NOT the mom!” Sure, Jan.

More cute Bart, but it’s just...the thought. Bart knew Tim would want to see pics of Kon punching Luthor in the face and I love that for them.

I couldn’t not include the subsequent hug. THEY’RE SO FRICKIN CUTE.

That’s about it for Young Justice (and thankfully Drake). Next is the Tim Drake Pride Special, most of which is also in Batman: Urban Legends. Though Conner is only in Urban Legends for this one hot sec.

Kon doesn’t end up helping with Bernard because Tim is a stubborn dumbass with a habit for self-sabotage. But he saves the day and gets the boy anyway.

(For the record, I am endgame TimKon 100%, but Tim and Bernard are also very cute together and I’m so excited to see more of them! Honestly, read the new Tim Drake: Robin comics they are so flippin cute and we get to see Bernard being a ridiculous conspiracy theorist like he was on New Earth and it’s actually pretty funny and so cute UGH)

Then this is I think exclusive to the Pride Special, and we are post Bisexual Awakening.

So many people loved this page. Including me. But this part of the special was more about getting Tim to talk to Stephanie again. Because he’s an awkward loser who is trying to find himself and will occasionally just distance himself from people to do so. Despite generally being self aware and knowing better.

Anywho, the following is from Dark Crisis: Young Justice. Which isn’t too bad, but sometimes feels a bit wonky, especially with the girls. But it’s not totally out of character, especially given the Fresh Trauma, and it gets in the boys’ heads. And there’s...A Lot.

This is...well, these are Cassie’s thoughts. The plot hole made here, “Conner never find[ing] out” which shouldn’t be true because both Cassie AND Tim told him about this, is hand waved later because the whole thing with Rebirth is everyone’s memories are Fucked. I mean, Kon and Bart should have not been included in that because they were “off-world” when the N52 reboot happened which is the explanation for the 90s/2000s versions to come back basically as they had been, but y’know. Comics.

But anyway, this is bringing up, in case you live under a rock and were unaware, the time when Kon died and Cassie and Tim started dating for a hot second almost entirely because of their shared grief over Kon. Cassie had literally been in a Superboy cult and Tim was in the desperate process of trying to clone him.

You know. Fun times.

Dark Crisis actually has a lot of Kon@Tim stuff. I mean, plenty of the mutual affection still, but Kon is very focused on Tim, whereas Tim is trying to be more logical and, funny enough, listening to Bart.

Everyone forgets Bart is Super Smart, in part because he’s actually naturally clever but has a goober personality, but also because part of his trauma response to getting his kneecap blow off and having to have surgery done with little to no anesthetic because his metabolism burned that shit right out, he literally consumed an entire library. Like, read every single book there at super speed. Boy Knows Things. Plus he’s experienced to much more trauma since then, he’s become a quick thinker (pun always intended).

But you’re not here for my Bartholomew Is Great lecture, you’re here for TimKon!

Coffee Boy Confirmed

Oh, Tim...

All three of them go flying out of a car and Kon grabs Tim, but fuck Bart I guess? Bart brings this up later but it’s still frustrating. Sure, Tim and Kon are besties, but they love Bart. He’s not a third wheel in their friendship. He’s part of it. Just...sigh.

I love “You know I can run, right?” This is just a little glimpse into while Kon’s brain seems almost exclusively reserved for self pity and Tim, and Tim is still very much more focused on Conner, Tim is still paying attention to Bart (even if he doesn’t feel like it). Tim didn’t need to grab Bart at all, but why not?

Again, Kon brushing Bart off entirely, and Tim acknowledging Bart’s point but still showing preference to Kon.

Tim is So Done with these two and it’s so funny.

Also want to note, “process this with Babs later”. Is Babs acting as his therapist? I think she has the training, or at least a degree in psychology? That would actually be kinda sweet.

This seems so much more “ow my heart” out of context...the context is, Kon is being a dick to Bart. Tim ultimately disagrees with Conner, but not enough for Bart to not storm off, as seen below.

For the record, that’s not Cassie. Which is pretty obvious from the jump. But even here...yikes.

This stunned look (which is oddly glassy-eyed and unnerving tbh...) is in direct contrast to his calm understanding when Cassie actually told him, and then when Tim tried to talk to him about it. He was initially like “that’s kinda fucked up, but I get it and I forgive you”. Which...honestly sounds super big and sweet, but he also had pretty much the same reaction to “I was in a Superboy revival cult” and “I tried to clone you 90+ times and considered tossing you in a Lazarus Pit” so...

What I’m saying is Kon, in true Kent fashion, is a himbo.

But this could set off so many trains of thought here. Cassie told him it was out of grief that she did it--Tim never gets to explain his side. But what if it was a grief reaction for Tim? (It was.) Does that mean he was projecting his feelings for Conner onto Cassie? (Probably.) Tim knows he likes boys now, does that mean he liked Conner? (Likely.) Either way, what does Kon do with this?

Okay, this isn’t TimKon, but these boys are so fucking funny. Have I mentioned that I love Tim Drake? Because I love him. (Also reminds me of the time when Bart’s head was fucked up and he thought he was Batman...look, the 90s were weird, okay?)

They just had a fight and Tim’s first move is to stabilize and comfort Conner. Just....aaaaaaaaaaaa

And then we get to the fourth issue...which is probably my favorite because we’re finally in Conner’s head! We’ve been bopping between Bart and Tim until now (and also Cassie and Cissie elsewhere), but nearly this whole comic is Kon’s POV and it’s both hilarious and a little heartbreaking. I...I love him. He is my Favorite.

So, they’re being attacked by a whole fake Justice League and Titans (I see Roy and Kory and Kyle and Donna and--) and Big Bad is fucking with the sound waves. Until Conner is like, “Okay, but what if we didn’t?”

He’s the one who’s been trying to convince the other two that this fake world is okay, that it’s better and they should stay, despite things being noticeably Off, and despite the distinct lack of Jon, Damian, and Wallace. (As far as I know, Bart doesn’t know Wallace too well, but Kon and Jon at least met and got on okay, and Tim and Damian are...well, they’re at a point in their relationship of begrudging respect and affectionate verbal violence rather than, y’know, actual violence). Bart wants to GTFO, and Tim was wishy-washy at first, but at this point is firmly with Bart and wants out. I mean, he started getting Bad Vibes when Fake Batman said him wanting to date Bernard over Stephanie was “just a phase”. I didn’t include that image despite loving it, but Tim’s internal thoughts are, verbatim, “@#$&#&* what?” which can, I would guess, be translated to, “Fucking what?” Tim is very curse-y in this series.

But I’m getting sidetracked. Kon wants to stay, the others want out, and Kon throws a bitch fit.

“The man was too stunned to speak”

Poor Bart, figuratively and literally carrying this fucking team.

Here we go.

Hey. Hey, Conner. Buddy. What the fuck does that mean, man?

I cannot begin to tell you the number of ways this page hurts me. Just...all three of them are so fed up with everything and aaaaaaaaa

And then Bart rightfully goes off.

Like, that’s not quite true, but it sure do be feeling that way right now. And while even in this post I’ve shown just how much both of them can care and pay attention to Bart, they have always been more focused on each other. At first it was because Tim was secretive and Kon thought he had a stick up his ass meanwhile Conner was new to the world and being actively manipulated by people. And then it’s because they’re best friends. Like, heterosexual life partners levels of best friends. Platonic (or not-so-platonic) soulmates levels of best friends. They both consider Bart their best friend too, but they hold each other above pretty much everyone else. Which, after they’ve all lost some footholds in reality with their seniors missing, those small slights feel more pointed and are getting to Bart a lot more. He’s hurting and Tim’s the only one listening, but Tim is favoring Kon and it’s driving him up the wall. All that frustration and resentment come to a head. Hopefully to be resolved.

I’ve made this a Young Justice Boys post instead of just a TimKon post, but I regret nothing!

For the sake of my image limit I haven’t given everything I love about this issue, but even if you don’t read the rest (which is fair, it gives some people Bad Vibes at the start) please read this issue. Conner’s inner monologue is so stupid and so funny and I love him so much.

But anywhozits, proceeding!

I want it noted that Bart was attacked right before this and is held on the ground but Conner immediately goes for Tim. Unbelievable.

(I refuse to crop out Bart when he’s funny)

I’m, uh, not a fan of Superboy’s face here, but y’know, more him focused on Tim. While Bart is in a similar predicament.

He finally mentions Bart...after he seems to have nearly been able to save himself.

(Yes, the bad guy’s name is Mickey. Yes it’s awful, but that’s the point. I think.)

Now, here’s a big point for me, so I’m breaking down the page.

Mickey-boy conjures up images of new and revised characters (ex. Jon Kent and Harley Quinn) and Tim sees

And the next panel?

He sees Tim looking at the image of his boyfriend...and he changes his tune.

And they they all go off on a speech that’s touching in context but incredibly cheesey out of it. Also a bit obnoxiously meta, but so is this whole storyline.

“What are you gonna do about it, Conner Kent?” I don’t know why that gets me so much but it does.

That’s all for now. Last DCYJ comes out November 15 and I’ll probably edit this post at that point to add what’s in there but I’m impatient and made this whole thing and I need people to love and appreciate these boys.

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chronicowboy · 1 year

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fuck it friday!!

okay everyone is going to have to blame @danielsousa for this because the parks and rec au is very much underway and she's already consuming me whole!!!

The day Buck finds out that the Los Angeles government is bordering on a full-blown budget crisis and the governor is sending two state auditors to gut every department, he ignores the pile of paperwork sitting on his desk and grabs the to-do list in his drawer. He's not stupid. If bankruptcy is on the horizon he knows there will be investigations and cuts and possibly a suspension of services. And as much as it fills him with a stone cold terror, the prospect of not seeing his friends and co-workers every single day, gossiping around the coffee machine with May, meeting Bobby's eyes through the windows of their offices, giggling with Hen at Ravi's newest idiom, it lights a fire under him.

If these are the last few days of the parks and recreation department as it is, Buck resolves to do everything he can to leave the green spots of the city thriving and greener than ever. So, he consults the steadily growing to-do list that was supposed to be outsourced to the correct departments, grabs his toolbox and pops into Bobby's office.

"Buck, I'm gonna need you to stay calm," Bobby says without looking up from his computer screen.

"I am calm," Buck replies calmly, serenely even. "I am, like, insanely calm about the fact that two state auditors are going to come into our little department, our little family, and start poking around. I am so zen about the fact that they're definitely here to slash and burn. And feeling like Hen during her yoga phase about the fact that they're definitely going to eliminate every service I bust my ass on providing for the kids." Buck takes a deep breath, unaware of when his chest started heaving, and meets Bobby's unimpressed stare. "See? Calm."

"Okay, Buck." Bobby sighs and turns to him fully with that dad look of his that makes Buck feel a little like a fifteen-year-old again. "We don't know what they're going to do yet, so I need you to stop the spiral."

"I'm not spiralling," Buck grits out even though he most definitely is. Or, well, it might not even be a spiral anymore. Just a fucking catastrophic squiggle done with so much vigour and violence that the ink tears the paper. Okay, he's lost track of the metaphor. "I just think we need to be prepared to fight them."

"They've been sent by the governor." Bobby sends him a look that's way too understanding for the hysterical knife-edge he's been balancing on since this morning's meeting. "They outrank all of us. We can't fight them."

"Okay, but I'm definitely still going to fight them," Buck says earnestly. Bobby sighs again before he glances inquisitively at the toolbox Buck has a white-knuckled grip on. "Battle number one," he clarifies. "Want to come and help me fix up the death trap at La Cienega?" Bobby's eyes go soft around the edges, something like pride lining the creases of his smile, and Buck's chest tightens.

"Sure, kid. Let's go."

will tag a few people but please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this one!! @gracelcdomas @diazass @diazly @poughkeepsies @butchdiaz @shitouttabuck

#sami rambles #buck and leslie golden retriever squared is already so special to me #but i haven't even written a ben eddie saddest wettest most pathetic cat alive yet and he's already got me in a chokehold #fuck it friday #wip #the parks and rec au #911 fic #buddie fic

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honeybeebabeblr · 8 months

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Crowley’s peaceful precious existence doesn’t exist.

He wants to protect his status quo because it’s more desirable than what he’s been dealing with in the past. But it’s not ideal. It’s not what he really wants ( he probably thinks he doesn’t deserve what he really wants).

A fundamental part of aziraphale and crowley’s disagreement is Crowley thinks what they have is good enough because it’s better than it was and aziraphale sees it can be better. Aziraphale is an idealist, which can get him to be too blind to a lot of things, but it also gives him the fortitude to stubborn his way through things when he thinks he knows the right way, even if he hurts himself in the process. (Insert Pokémon joke more clever person than I comes up with)

You CANNOT tell me crowley enjoys living in his car. Hauling his plants around ( he’s not gonna dump them like SHE dumped him, even when he’s disappointed in them). Sleeping all cramped up. Having Shax and who knows what other demons just pop in when they want.

And speaking of shax- it seems like heaven has left aziraphale alone until Jim-gabe trundles up (with his box with his brains in a fly and the book of life he stole no I’m not letting go of that theory) but shax is up crowley’s ass. She’s in the Bentley, she’s calling him, they’re meeting up in places. Wow, so peaceful and relaxing, Crowley, amirite?

And he damn well isn’t going to take a rank-up in hell to give Beelzebub info about Gabriel no matter how weird they get about it.

He’s depressed, perhaps the immortal version of a midlife crisis (what’s the point, blah blah blah ) and yet you see all that life, all the bits of him he’s stuffed down because he thinks he doesn’t get to be that anymore escaping bit by bit. He’s gentle with Muriel, he’s conflicted with Gabriel to extremes almost, he’s giving space to humans, he’s indulgent to aziraphale’s whims until he realizes aziraphale has gone completely off into lala land (aziraphale’s version of dealing with his own trauma a whole other post).

And now this is my own conjecture, but he’s also having to deal with stuff from his past he’s been trying to box up, like rank and class and ability and purpose. I mean, it’s a bit embarrassing to think about stuff you’ve done years ago you might not do now. Angel!crowley is a bit single minded and vain. Angel!crowley was clearly high ranked and trusted with a lot of responsibility and power. Angel!crowley bids some lower angel over to be a freaking easel and blows-off that angels introduction in order to soak in the glory of his creation. Who knows what else he was like? All the other angels right now are very much aware of rank; Maybe he was too.

And maybe demon!crowley is wiser and more aware and is a bit embarrassed of what a pompous ass he was. But instead of forgiving himself, he’s just going to punish himself.

Traumatized people can sometimes step in and punish themselves when the outside source is absent. Crowley tells aziraphale he’s a demon, he lies, he’s a demon he’s not nice he’s a demon he’s evil - so aziraphale is repeating this to him even though it’s not what aziraphale believes. (And people get mad at aziraphale for it, but he’s doing what Crowley seems to want him to do because his own trauma dictates he try and please everyone) .

It can’t get any better for Crowley right now, in his mind. All of us vs all of them is looming but it’s not right now. (But it is) aziraphale and he can hang out in his shop and get food and just be right now(he just needs to make sure all these threads of threats against them are ignored) and yeah, crowley’s inconvenienced and uncomfortable but like he deserves that, it’s aziraphale’s comfort that’s important right now (never mind that if he actually said that sentence aloud he’d get the equivalent of a wtf-Crowley glare from aziraphale). Aziraphale has all these places and people and things and hobbies and so it’s nice he deigns to spend time with a demon (doesn’t even occur to him aziraphale thinks he’s the lucky one the amazing so-much-better-than-me Crowley picked).

Crowley has his hands covering his ears and is going lalalalalalalalalaICANTHEARYOU because even with all the bullshit going on, he’s mostly content. And he doesn’t dare think he could have or even deserve more happiness. He needs to accept all the love aziraphale wants to give him. Accept that he still is a bit of ‘that angel’ inside instead of shoving it down into a box with a weak lock, accept others out there actually do care about him. Accept it’s okay for him to care for things.

And ultimately, he has to accept he cannot keep running from the rotten core of heaven and hell and face it and root it out in order to really have his peaceful existence. And he’s going to have to make peace wnd find acceptances with his present and past selves to do so. I cannot wait for his journey.

#crowley meta #crowley #good omens meta #good omens

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Bitch wtf?!!!

Listen I have my own disagreements and agreements on Hazbin Hotel but at the same time I don't think the angels from Hazbin Hotel is a great example of Israel

From what I know angels from HH are unaware of the Genocide of hellborns are disagree with it. Zionist and majority Israel population IS aware of what they are doing and support the Genocide.

Avatar the Last Airbender is better on portraying a Genocide that HH

Long Post Ahead. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Assault, Genocide, Naz*s, Deaths, and War.

Look, I don't really give a shit about the whole morality of Hazbin Hotel because the show is fucking mediocre as shit to me, but let's just make one thing clear for everyone. Thanks for showing me this shit, homie, cause this coming rant?

This is mostly aimed at the fucker in the screenshot m/ultishipper and others like them:

If you compare an ongoing genocide that has caused thousands of casualties, real-life deaths of innocents including children, to a fucking fictional media.

YOU ARE A FUCKING GHOUL AND I HAVE NO SYMPATHY FOR YOU.

We can discuss the presence of genocide in a show for days and I wouldn't give a fuck, but to take the suffering of war victims to boost up your asinine, anti-RWDE bullshit immediately takes you to the lowest depths of hell, m/ultishipper, and nothing will ever fucking change the fact that you are SCUM.

These are REAL fucking people. Not a fucking comparative element for anyone to compare to FICTIONAL CHARACTERS who cannot fucking do anything. They. Are. Not. Real. And I am fucking done with the RWBY bootlickers who make these kinds of fucking comments as a gotcha to RWDE.

I've seen a fucking edit of Ironwood sitting next to P*tin during the beginning of the Ukrainian crisis. I've seen posts of fuckers like this making Ironwood out to be a fascist and comparing him to N*tanyahu. I've seen so many fucking people calling fans of Ironwoods fascists and Naz*s, it's not even fucking funny.

STOP. THAT. SHIT. The casualties and horrors of war are NOT for you to fucking exploit, m/ultishipper, just because you love to such dick for a company that does not give a fuck about you. Don't fucking act like you're innocent either, because *I* had to block you last year after you fucking call me an abuse apologist as well as other vile ass shit. and that's not mentioning your countless abuse towards other RWDE blogs, many run by women of color and other marginalized groups.

I don't doubt that there have been death threats; yeah, RWDE isn't a monolith, and no one deserves to be treated like that over some trash-ass Texas anime. But guess what? DO FUCKING NOT ACT LIKE YOU AND SIMILAR BITCHED HAVEN'T DONE THE SAME THING AND WORSE.

So far, you ass-eaters have:

Call me an abuse apologist, a misogynist, a queerphobe, a racist, a dictator lover, and a pedophile over a FUCKING SHOW.

Harassed MULTIPLE RWDE blogs, many run by marginalized people, and called them similar shits for disagreeing with you, completely forgetting that some of them are SA survivors, in which calling them pedophiles and similar things makes you a SEXUAL AGGRESSOR.

Sent death threats to blogs for disagreeing with your bullshit and bullied many artists out of the FNDM for "shipping the wrong ships".

Make excuses for the abusers working at RT, who have a long fucking list of violence against people, while still calling us abuse apologists.

FUCKING CALLED SHEENA OUM, MONTY'S WIDOW, A MURDEROUS BITCH AND BLAMED HER FOR HIS DEATH AFTER RT KICKED HER OUT OF HER HUSBAND'S PROJECT.

Degrading the works and involvement that Dillon Goo and Shane Newville have on RWBY, even though they were with Monty since the beginning the same way MK was while uplifting the latter who continues to exploit queerness in characters to sell their show.

Blamed and bullied Kdin, who was abused by her place of employment for years, for said abuse while making excuses for your faves who made years of her life hell.

Ignored the many, MANY, animators and employees at RT, who were abused, laid off, and in some cases, DISABLED, by the awful working conditions there just for your dumbass show to continue at their expense.

Made comparisons between RWDE posters and NAZ*S. Who fucking does that?? There's a fucking screenshot of someone on Reddit literally claiming that if H*tler was a RWBY hater, WE would hang Swatzik*s to support him. FUCK YOU.

And right back to now, comparing real casualties of war to a fucking show as a gotcha to people you do not agree with.

I hope that you assholes find a conscience soon for your own sake. Because if this is part of your legacy, may you fucking rot in hell.

Thank you to the person submitting this to me. Only for showing me the depths of depravity this scumbag can go to though; making me read that shit was torturous and I will now pour 6 oz. of salt into your soup tonight.

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So, today I saw a few videos on the devil site known as tiktok that really pissed me off (and I'm going to yap about it).

Apparently, over on Gen Alpha tiktok (Gen Alpha is those born in 2010-now for those wondering) there's a trend going around that's literally making 2020 an aesthetic. Like, under a video where it was like "Pov: your morning routine in 2020", I saw so many comments like "I wish I was a teenager during 2020 😭". And it may just be me but that BAFFLES me. Ignoring the fact that the video was literally just a collection of tiktok trends from 2020, the comments piss me off.

When the pandemic hit, I was in High school. We were let out for an early spring break, and we all thought that we'd be back soon. Little did we know, we'd be forced to stay inside for the next 6 months because if we went outside, we may catch a disease that could kill us. That pandemic changed so many things for me (and I know I'm not alone in that), that it's so insane that it's now being romanticized. My dad went to the hospital when he caught covid (thank God it was later in the pandemic, so they had some treatments), I lost some pivotal teenage years to the pandemic, and I had a whole ass identity crisis. I am permanently different because I only had human contact with my family for half a year. Because of circumstances outside of my control, I didn't have a proper phone during 2020 (I couldn't call or text), so I was effectively cut off from my friends. I had the pandemic a lot easier than some, but I think it's fucking stupid that kids now are saying that they wished they went through that.

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FINALLY FINISHED STORMBRINGER! HERE ARE SOME THOUGHTS (spoilers below obvi)

Okay, there's a lot to go over and I will probably make separate analyses, but for now I'm just going to go over any surface thoughts.

Chuuya

I will make a full separate character analysis for him, but my god did I thoroughly enjoy the theme of his questioned humanity and all the examples that proved his humanity before the end reveal (which btw I feel so stupid for not reading this novel sooner because I dead ass thought this was still an ongoing debate/question 🥴). Reassuring Albatross, mourning the detective, trying to save his clone, throwing away his memory sequence for the sake of Yokohama/the world, empathizing with Verlaine, doing the Sheep hand shake with Shirase, and making sure the Flags graves never go without flowers (kill me); all these things emphasize Chuuya's humanity. These actions answer the daunting question "is Chuuya human?", they precede the reveal. Humanity is such a huge theme in this series, along with one's reason/right for living, and it is always so well done to each individual character; but Chuuya's especially. (I must stop before this becomes a whole character analysis...but soon!)

Speaking of humanity, let's talk about Verlaine.

Now, while he was a strong contender in the beginning (I still don't, and never will, forgive him for the Flags deaths), he is no longer No. 1 on my shit list. Verlaine's existential crisis about his existence and "hate" driven plan to get Chuuya by his side is, arguably, very human! Verlaine was quite the interesting character to see unraveled, because his is one that drives home this major theme of one's reason for existence. It was so easy to sympathize with him because his angers, fears and desperate wants are applicable to not only the human characters in the story, but also any potential reader. They're the furthest thing from "non human", and in the way that Chuuya's humanity is recognized before the reveal, Verlaine's humanity must also be recognized, despite him not being human. Which is one of the things I love most that reoccurs through this novel. Despite the fact that it could all be a product of the lines of code, it begs the question: What makes someone human?

No Longer Human: Dazai

I'm kidding, we know Dazai is human (regardless of his detached sense of self). This novel actually did a fantastic job of painting Dazai as human and not an omnipotent master mind. His intellectual superiority is actually well countered in this novel. Yes, he bought time by giving Verlaine info on N and planned out the steps used in the final battle. But there were actually multiple times throughout this novel that we see Dazai caught off guard by things he couldn't predict, whether he admitted ignorance or not. His astonishment at Verlaine blasting straight through the lab after he had just mentioned he knew mostly what he was and wasn't capable of, his uncertainty for Chuuya's safety and success in the final battle as he watched everything play out. Dazai's humanity though is heavily highlighted when he gives Chuuya the choice of going into the final battle at the cost of losing his (seemingly) only way of verifying whether he's a human or not. This was actually very refreshing to see, but I'll cover this and a lot more on Dazai as I do want to make an in depth character analysis for him too. It was a nice break away and look into his character, as he could have easily withheld that choice and information from Chuuya.

Random Outlying Thoughts

A couple things that further emphasize the theme of humanity throughout this novel:

- Adam and his sacrifice for Chuuya. Especially after it was revealed that he was programmed to make his own decisions.

- Verlaine showing Chuuya the memories with Rimbaud

-Rimbaud's choice to, not only wait for, but save Verlaine, all while apologizing

I also thought it was interesting that Mori gave Chuuya his parent's location and the chance to meet them. I think it was genuinely both a gift and a test. We know Mori is cunning but not the incarnation of evil, as he's supposed to be an inspired character of Black Jack (though the translation errors ruined that). So I do think he would have genuinely given Chuuya that chance, while also using it to gauge where Chuuya stands. (Which we know is with the mafia; his family.)

Speaking of family, I cannot finish this post without mentioning the Flags again. I cried only twice while reading this novel. The first time being the Flags deaths, and the second when their resting place with an abundance of flowers was mentioned. They will forever hold a place in my heart, I'm still not over it tbh.

ALSO, I know in my last SB post I mentioned in the tags about Chuuya having nice things, but the fucking afterward in this novel from Asagiri!? Saying Chuuya's path is one that will not be easy or peaceful!! Asagiri please, I beg, let HIM HAVE NICE THINGS 🥲

Okay, that is all. Thank you for reading my rambles. I will post character analyses in the future!

#bsd #bsd stormbringer #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #bsd analysis #let chuuya have nice things #asagiri please

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Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty Three

Thigh Fucking

John Price x Alejandro Vargas

There’d been a little mistake with the rooms. They were all meant to be twin rooms, but somehow one had been made up as a double. Instead of huffing about it, Price and Alejandro had said it was fine, that they would just take it. They had to, such is the burden of superiority, that in a moment of such crisis, you just have to share a bed with another attractive man.

Price woke up lying on his back. One of his arms was stretched out across the bed, trapped in Alejandro’s grip as he used it as a replacement for his pillow, which must have somehow fallen off the bed during the night. Price sighed, and looked at the clock on the bedside table.

It was just after six thirty. He’d slept in, for once, as he usually had to be up and ready to go by six. It came with the whole, being a Captain in charge of a task force, thing. So, while this was late for him, it was early by the standards of this hotel. They only started serving breakfast at eight. Another mistake on their part, he thought.

Price closed his eyes again, resisting the urge to pull his arm free from Alejandro and turn over, as he tried to work out what exactly had woken him up. It was probably the light, the blinds here were much lighter than the blinds he had… No. He was hard. That’s what it was.

Of all the fucking times to get morning wood.

Price sighed, and reached for his phone. There were no new calls or messages. Good. That meant nothing had happened since yesterday. But bad, because he had nothing to distract himself from the fact he had a semi, while in bed with Alejandro, who seemed to be intent on making cuddling himself into Price’s side, his life’s mission.

Price dragged himself to sit up, preparing to pull his arm free from Alejandro as he accepted that he was going to have to get up and deal with this situation in the bathroom, because it wouldn’t be decent to jerk off with Alejandro unaware like this.

Alejandro grunted when Price tried to free his arm, and clutched him tighter, pulling Price back into the bed. Price sighed and tried again, only to end up with Alejandro’s head resting on his shoulder, and his hand stroking his abs.

“Where’re you going, Captain? It’s too early for us to be up yet.”

“I’ve… got a situation.” Price swallowed, pulling the duvet over his lap to hide exactly what he was talking about.

“Huh.” Alejandro patted his stomach. “No shame in that, Captain. You can take care of it if you need to. I don’t mind.”

Price grunted as he settled into Alejandro’s hold, accepting that he wasn’t going anywhere, but didn’t move anything anywhere near his dick.

“Captain?” Alejandro sat up, resting his head on his hand as he looked down at Price. “Something wrong?”

“No.” Price grunted. “It’ll sort itself out.”

“No, don’t do that to yourself. Do you need my help?”

“Ugh… I need to fuck something.” Price grunted, sitting up now that Alejandro had loosened his grip on him.

“Hmm.” Alejandro followed him, leaning on Price’s shoulder. “Will my thighs do?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll fuck yours, if you don’t. You’re not the only one with a… situation.”

“If you put it that way.” Price turned and grabbed Alejandro’s shoulder, shoving him down onto the bed. He rolled Alejandro onto his back, pinning his knees together as he pushed Alejandro’s legs to one side.

Alejandro grinned up at Price as he positioned Price’s pillow under his head. “You should do this more often, Captain. It suits you.”

“You wouldn’t know what suited me if it came up and smacked you on the ass,” Price muttered as he shoved his boxers down. He caught his aching dick in his hand, rubbing the head gently as his eye caught on Alejandro’s pretty asshole, having to tear his gaze away to find the gap between Alejandro’s thighs and press his dick into it.

Price definitely managed to ignore how Alejandro started stroking his own cock inside his boxers as Price fucked his dick in and out of Alejandro’s thighs. He definitely just focused on how his dick twitched when it rubbed against the wrinkled material caught between Alejandro’s thighs, definitely didn’t work in tandem with Alejandro when the colonel started bucking his hips into his hand.

Alejandro looked amazing stretched out on the bed, especially when Price looked at him. He dragged his eyes up Alejandro’s body just to check on him, not because he was enjoying it, but because they were just helping each other out here, and Price should make sure that Alejandro was okay. He would be a damn liar, if he said Alejandro didn’t look gorgeous when a slow smile came over his face as he withdrew his hand from his cum soaked boxers, and lazily met Price’s gaze.

“You good, there, Captain?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“Very.” Alejandro tensed his thighs as Price’s hips stuttered, only pushing his dick halfway between Alejandro’s thighs as he came, closing his eyes to take in the moment, for just a little bit, before he relented and let Alejandro up. When Alejandro opened his legs, they both saw that Price was just as responsible for ruining his boxers as he himself was.

“Good thing I have a spare, huh?” Alejandro shoved them off, tossing them aside onto the floor.

Price swallowed at the sight of his limp dick, briefly letting himself wonder what it would have been like to see Alejandro in action, if he had missed out on something, then he put it from his mind, as he crawled back down into the bed. Alejandro wormed his way into Price’s embrace again, hooking his leg over one of Price’s.

“We should just fuck next time.” Price said, aloud.

“Oh, absolutely.” Alejandro squeezed him tight. “I’ll get a bigger bed for us, next time.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #cod kinktober #cod #cod mw2 #mw2 #cod alejandro #cod price #john price #captain john price #alejandro vargas #colonel alejandro vargas #alejandro x price #price x alejandro #kinktober day twenty three #smut #thigh fucking

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Celestial Navigation

Chapter 4 - Waxing Gibbous

(gif by the magnificent and incomporable @pedropascalsx)

Summary; You haven't thought about it... at all... not once. The invitation with "Partners Encouraged" is holding all your attention anyway, not the shirt that's tucked under your pillow.

Warnings; explicit masturbation (both m&f) toxic workplace culture, me dipping my feet into the fake dating trope

A/N; again; I am awed and humbled and over the top emotional about everyone's response to this story. Very special thanks to @astroboots and @the-ginger-hedge-witch who have miraculously not kicked me out of a group chat where I torture them with whore thoughts 24/7.

also p.s if you're a financial employee or have a solid and general understanding about the facts I'm pulling out of my ass here - I'm sorry

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“It should be treated as something separate… are you okay?”

Dieter grabs your forearm, the cheap pen hanging out the corner of his mouth as he folds and rolls the sleeve of your shirt over your elbow, flipping your palm upright on the table as he runs his thumb across the tendons of your wrist.

“I’m fine, keep talking” he murmurs, pulling the cap off the pen with his teeth and spitting it onto the ground. He starts with gentle strokes on your forearm his brow furrowed as the deep navy stains across your skin.

“They get their value from the performance of something else”

“What are they used for?” he asks

“They’re supposed to be used for the management of risk – but generally speaking it’s a loophole that allows people to make money even if they should be losing it. They’re the main cause of the 2008 financial crisis”

“I thought that was houses”

“It was, these people preyed on low-income persons and got them to get mortgages they couldn’t afford, and then basically bet they couldn’t afford them, so when they defaulted on the mortgages, they still made money. That whole system collapsed and took the global economy with it”

He shifts in his chair, twisting himself around your forearm, leaning close enough that his breath skates over the fine hairs as he sketches on your skin.

“I have my journal; you can draw in that if you’d like” You say.

“Better canvas.” He grunts, not looking up. “Keep talking, I almost understand what it is – it’s like a bet on whether stock will go up or down? And if you bet its going to go down then you make the money anyway? Is that legal?”

“Depends on how many filters you put it through. A lot of the big places go to MIT and Harvard and recruit out of their advanced mathematics programs. Get them to write the equations for them, to reduce the risk”

“You keep saying risk, like it’s not all gambling. Like their job isn’t making bets with other people’s money. What happens when you lose?”

“You remember 2008? Or the last few years even – the economy tanked because of an outside force then as well”

“I got stoned, and Owen and Molly made a delivery system work for this place.”

“You’re lucky.”

“No, I’m wealthy. It’s why I get to be eccentric. I just tried to make sure I kept food in peoples fridges, and a roof over their head.”

You look at the crown of his head as he sketches, chewing on the end of the cheap pen whenever he takes a break, smudges the lines with his thumb, squints and turns his head. His hair catches the light, it looks soft, like it would run through your fingers like silk if you reached to touch it. Long enough for you to grip…

No.

It’s gotten easier, over the last six weeks; to label the thoughts and put them in a dark box, kick it into the corner and ignore them as they stacked precariously tall. He kept his word – nothing changed. You woke up later in the day and left, went to your apartment and did laundry, as though the sight of his shirt mixed with your underwear didn’t tug at some thread under your skin.

He touches you now. Still with permission, never crowding or cornering your space. But he brushes hair off your forehead, fixes tags in your clothing. More than once he’s caught a blueberry stain from spreading on your lip. You spend your weekends in his apartment now. Curled on that same couch with your laptop, filling out spreadsheet after spreadsheet while he paints and hums in the background. There are comfortable long silences, games of Jenga that leave you laughing until your sides hurt. He’s cooked you dinner more than once. Hell, next week you’re going there for Thanksgiving, Owen and Molly and Dieter and you, crowded around his kitchen counter on chairs made out of milk crates to eat mash potatoes and get high.

It feels like you’ve known him longer than you have, the way he slots into your life. You find yourself smiling throughout the day, thinking about his latest piece, a fingerpainting of Orion, chasing the Pleiades across a sky made of crushed autumn leaves. There are still questions you want to ask him, ones that hover in the hollow of your throat. You don’t know where his finished pieces hang, you don’t know where his wealth has come from. You don’t know how to ask.

“I have to get home. I didn’t bring my laptop and I’ve got to get this report finished”

“Ok” he says, leaning back on his own chair as he tucks the pen behind his ear with a grin.

“What is it?” you ask, looking at the scribbled mass on your forearm.

“Abstract” he laughs. “I’ll call you later”

He doesn’t ask anymore – just assumes you’ll answer, and you always do. It’s ritual, routine and safe, as you pace around your apartment with headphones and a Lean Cuisine. He tells you stories about Molly and Owen. His friend from back home and the hell they raised under a California sun. You tell him about college, the parties you skirted the sidelines of the boyfriends you regretted and ones you didn’t. The conversation ends with one of you falling into bed, the soft whump of fabric as you collapse in on yourselves, a neutron star.

The email comes late in the evening. Whatever mid-level HR representative is working at 10.30pm on a Tuesday night should be promoted, or at least paid overtime. It’s a glossy, slick reply-all email, nice graphics in a fancy font. They’re holding a cocktail party for the interns on Friday. It’s from 7-10pm and while attendance isn’t mandatory, it is encouraged, as a chance to mingle with the higher ups from the firm, maybe have one of them remember your name in a context other than the editor of a spreadsheet they glanced at for twenty seconds.

“Partners welcome”

Fuck. That was a loaded addition. Partners welcome, actually meant Partners encouraged. The portion of this job where they judged you like cats in a fair, held you up to scrutiny that your life, your whole life would fit the mould they wanted it to. You stared at it, weighing the pros and cons, going at all, going alone, trawling Tinder for some guy who looked semi okay in a suit jacket to play along for the night.

Your phone buzzed while you were still thinking, your fingers itching for a pen to start a list. Neat columns and straight lines that would lead you to the right decision to make, the answer to this impossible question.

“Hey” you answer, knowing it’s him before he speaks.

“What’s wrong? Did the interest rate not compound right?”

You laugh, shutting your laptop as you stand.

“No, just this stupid cocktail mixer. They just emailed, it’s Friday and they want us to bring our partners. I shouldn’t get so worked up over it, but going alone sends a message that you’re independent, and less likely to toe the company line. So, they’ll be looking for those people for the final layoffs in December”

“Need a Ken for your Barbie?”

“Exactly. I’ll work something out. Make an appearance and my partner can be strategically in the bathroom while I shake everyone’s hands. Or he’s working on an acquisition and couldn’t get away, something like that”

He’s silent on the other line, the rhythmic flick of a lighter the only indication that he’s still there.

“it’s just stupid. I’m good at my job, they know this. I had one little mistake a few weeks ago, but otherwise I’m the best intern they have, and they know it. The thought that they would fire me because I don’t have a partner, someone pretty to be beside me at functions and mixers, what do they think it means if I’m single? That I’m not worthy of a job at their company? If anything, it means I’m more worthy, because I’m demonstrating a willingness to give up my social life for them, I’ve lived ate and breathed this company since I started, and it comes down to this bullshit?”

“I’ll go” he says.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll come with you. Friday? Tell me the time, and I’ll be there”

“Dieter…”

“You need someone with you, I’ll run a comb through my hair for you and throw on a sports coat”

“You don’t own a sports coat, and it’s more a suit thing”

“Then I’ll get a suit. Come on, you’ve just said it, you’ve worked your ass off for this job, it’s not fair that they judge you based on this. But when you’re director of the company you can change that. So, let’s go to this thing and make sure you’re gonna be director”

“I can’t ask you to…”

“You’re not asking Lou, I’m offering. Same rules as last time, mm wait. Slightly amended rules. I’ll have to touch you at least a little. But no kissing, not unless you ask”

“They’re uptight, stuffy corporate types”

“And I can put up with that for a few hours. Let me do this for you, please?”

“I’ll only ask you to stay for an hour” you hedge.

“I’ll start working on my cover story. Go to sleep Bette, I’ll see you on Friday”

He hangs up – leaving you with dead air and an abstract drawing he inked into your skin.

The ceiling fan swings lazily above him as he stares beyond the spinning blades. It’s easy now, to imagine you, nibbling at your cuticles as you pace around your apartment, trying to figure out if this will work. He’ll show up and play the part you want him to, enough to make an impression on the higher ups whose approval you seek. In his mind, you’re wearing his shirt, your legs long and bare as you twirl on the balls of your feet. You’re probably stress cleaning your kitchen, wiping down the corners of your sink with a wet sponge as you think.

Tomorrow will be the list. The columns in that journal, pros and cons in bullet points in your neat, blocky handwriting. A whole page devoted to a problem he can solve. You’ll come to the same conclusion soon enough. You have a space on his couch now – he buys sodas you like. He’s painting with his fingers because the texture of yours on his last work haunts his dreams.

You’re here, even when you’re not. His sheets are soft beneath him as he kicks his sweats to the bottom of the bed, relishing in the cool weight of linen on his naked skin. It’s cold at nights now, too cold to have the door to the balcony open more than just a crack, and the fresh scent of you lingers even as the cold creeps in.

His hands have always had a mind of their own, moving across a canvas without conscious thought, seeking out the places in soft skin to bring across cries of pleasure, his thumb stroking a cheek, cupping a breast. He follows the lines on his palm the paths they take him down always murky, always correct in the end.

That night was the first time he denied himself. Forced himself still, to do nothing more than touch the silky skin of your wrist and speak. He felt like he was in a trance, visualising everything he wanted to do to you and letting it spill forth into your waiting ear, urged onward by the way you pressed your thighs together, the whimper that parted your lips.

His hand is already curled around his length when he hears the ghost of it. The slick parting of your pillow soft lips as your eyes grew wider, the glossy haze from good weed clearing as he spoke and suppressed the urge to show not tell.

How long would it take you to realise? That he had smudged the way you slept together into your skin with a pen this afternoon. How the memory of your body pressed against him is currently filling his cock with rich blood, thickening in his grasp. How the surprise, the curiosity on your face makes him want to fuck your pretty mouth, have you map each pulsing vein with a scrape of your teeth.

He drew you. Running your fingers across the smudgy navy scribbles on your skin, the picture takes shape. The curve of your hip, covered by his wide palm, the inch of a finger under his clothes on your body. The longer you stare at it the clearer it gets, the fold in the fabric as it shifts to accommodate his warm skin. You can almost feel his heavy breathing on the back of your neck, the accidental brush of his lips against your temple as you adjusted in the morning. The way he wrapped himself around you, pulled you into him and held you.

Your fingers trail your belly as you stare at it, the memories slipping into your consciousness without permission. They’ve done this everyday since. Crept into your vision whenever you have a moment to yourself, remembering the tacky canvas or the rich chocolate. You tried to convince yourself for more than a week that the heat that same with these memories was distorted, leftover from the drugs, making them heightened and sharp.

“Have you ever been properly fucked?”

You haven’t. He knows you haven’t. Knew it from the minute you appeared, soaking and tear stained in the middle of an inexplicable storm. He can see the edges of it now, like flowers pressed dry between the pages of a forgotten book. How much you want to be. How much you’re craving the permission to seek the pleasure you’ve denied yourself.

You deserve to be fucked that way. For him to tease and tempt and torment and make you crave it, the slide of his fingers inside you, the slip of his mouth between your thighs, the sticky mess of his cum on your tits, your face, dripping down to his waiting mouth as he hardens to take you again.

He squeezes himself in warning. The groan echoing of the slowly spinning blades of the fan above him. He stares at the roof, unwilling to look at the stain blooming across his sheets as he leaks precum at the thought of you straddling his face. He knows how you fit together now.

That morning, he could have pulled you closer, cradled you in the chalice of his body and slipped clothing off beneath heavy blankets. He could have hooked a finger into the waistband of his sweats on your hips and pulled them down, felt the heat between your thighs and pulled you plush against him.

You’d feel him, the way he’d harden against your back. That moment, it pulls you up short. You’ve found yourself circling your wrist some days, absently clasping fingers around the width of it, half a second from imagining before you snap yourself out of it.

Your hand dips beneath your underwear as you close your eyes in the dark, hiding from the acceptance that you’re going to let it happen now. You’re going to wonder what it would feel like, to have him match that movement, free himself and smack heavy into your skin.

You’d need preparing, he said. What did that mean? That all you had in the morning was a torturous glide from behind, the catch of the thick weeping head of his cock against your clit as he mumbled sleepy into your neck, pulled you closer to kiss the join of shoulder and sensitive skin?

Or would he take the time to do it every time, slip fingers deep inside you until you were relaxed enough to take him, until you could stretch yourself around him in a slick and blistering glide. Would you feel him from the outside? Press a palm to your stomach and feel the difference? How full you were from him, or would you be too far gone by then? Capable only of squirming back for more as he slipped slick fingers into your mouth for you to taste.

You’d be spread so wide for him. Over his thighs, the first time at least. A pillow shoved hastily under your hips to tilt you towards him, give him the chance to smack his cock against your clit and watch you grab the sheets in answer. The way the glittery strands of precum would stick to your skin, ropy and catching the light as he presses into you, watches the way your cunt sucks him in. He wants your body greedy, desperate for him, achingly empty. Squeezing and pulsing as he nudges enough to press heavy on your g spot. Another swipe of his thumb across your clit.

Your hips jerk at the contact, your fingers finding your clit, swollen and seeking beneath a practiced hand. Lower still, you feel it, the mess you’re making, the way it stains your underwear, slips free to pool into your sheets. Two of your own fingers is comfortable, a twist in your wrist as you fill against familiar spots. Three is a stretch, not painful, but present, an unfurling of a flower as your head falls back with a whimper, the burn racing up your spine as you try to separate your fingers, spread them wider. You picture Dieter’s hand on your wrist, the thickness of his fingers and try to match it.

Three would stretch you open, curled upright would have you arching against his sheets. He’d have to hold you down, band his arm across your stomach as he kissed your clit, soft enough to make you beg him for more of it, ask for what you want, for what you deserve. You’d be so messy, wet and loud as he fucked you with them, a gentle rhythm that would soak his knuckles when he bites your inner thigh. Will you be mad at him? When he stops to lick your mess off his fingers? Or will you like it, watching him suck each digit clean with a heavy groan.

His hips jerk, reminding him of his hand curled around his weeping cock, neglected by the temptation of this fantasy. Smooth long strokes, he likes the rhythm of a calm sea, the way it batters his insides with a tide of pleasure that squeezes the air from his lungs in a groan. He can feel the way his neck strains with the effort, the sticky drops of precum that leak across his fingers, slicking him further.

He wants them on your lips, wants them glossy and kiss swollen and wet, parted just enough for the softest brush of his cock against them. He wants to jerk off onto your waiting face, lick himself inside your mouth and fuck you, oversensitive and tender be damned, fill you up to the brim so he can lick it right back out again, clean you off with his face as you twist and shudder on these sheets.

Does he taste good? Does the heady earthy scent follow to his flavour, would it burst rich and thick across your tongue? Would you get a chance to swallow before he claimed your mouth as promised? You can hear the wet squelch beneath the heavy blankets, the awkward twist of your hand leading you to move your hips instead, fuck your own fingers while you imagine his.

You wouldn’t be able to if it was him. He’s bigger than you, broader and wider and heavier, and you stretch your thighs to feel the sting. If he was on top of you, that wide expanse of warm skin you’d be pinned, unable to do much more than take it. Than feel the stretch of his intimidating cock and the weight of his body as it cramped your lungs and invaded all your senses. Your skin would slip together, sweaty and hot beneath these blankets, the air so thick with arousal you could taste it with each breath.

He can see the sweat bead on your neck, clear as the night sky. The salty burst of you across his fantasy is enough to break the ruse, for his grip to tighten as he fucks up into his waiting fist, the clench of his stomach as he groans relief. The images come in waves, crashing one after another.

The sloppy wet mess of your cunt as he fucks his cum back inside you, shivering from overstimulation, your nails digging into his arm as you beg him for more, no other words to describe what he’s offering, the damp heat of your mouth wrapping around his balls as he squeezes drops of precum onto his knuckles, you bent over in his shirt and no underwear, you; legs spread over a mustard yellow armchair, you, you, you.

He would make noise when he came, low and long groans that would rattle through your system. You already know the talent he has with words; you’ve seen proof in paintings of the talent that lies in his hands. He would cradle your skull in a massive palm and feed those noises to you, grinding his hips with every pulse of his orgasm. You would feel it, stretched inside you as he fucks you full and doesn’t stop, desperate fingers seeking your aching clit to bring you one more with him, to feel the clench of you around him one more time.

You cry out when the orgasm hits you, clamping tight around your fingers as you shudder and bite off his name, feeling the rush of fluid on your fingers as your lungs shudder, struggling for breath as your body erupts in goosebumps, sparks of electricity going off throughout your skin.

You hesitate when washing your hands. The artwork can stay until morning.

You don’t like him in a suit. Its not that he doesn’t look good, the deep blue brings out the warmth in his eyes, and you have to get close enough to touch it to see the threads of silver that glitter like stars. His hair is pushed back, rings abandoned, and tattoos covered. His shoes are shined and look uncomfortable as he passes you another flute of semi-flat champagne.

He’s better at this than you are. Laughing and joking with your co-workers, holding polite and respectfully mild conversations with your superiors, lazily orbiting you like the moon as he snags canapes and sips a cheap whiskey.

It feels like a lie. You’re mournful for the softness of his t shirts. The threadbare robes and slept in hair. It doesn’t help that he’s done nothing but touch you all evening. Hooking his chin over your shoulder as his hand slides across your stomach, splaying a hand at the small of your back as he follows you to greet and introduce him to another senior partner.

You’d come up with a lie, that he was a lawyer from Connecticut. Far enough away that nobody would have heard of him, plausible enough that he would come to the city to see you for the holidays. Your tongue felt too thick to speak the words.

“This is Dieter – he owns his own business in the city” was what you compromised with. His eyebrows only raised for a moment before he went along. A firm handshake with the boss that had once made you cry as she greeted him with something approaching warmth.

He was a perfect gentleman, playing the part as if you’d cooked him up in a lab. You hate it. This isn’t him, it’s not who he is, and dragging him here and showing off this fake version of him makes your stomach twist in pain. You want to talk about his paintings. You want to talk about Owen and Molly. You want them to hear the story of Mallory, or the orchids he grows for fun.

You want them to meet him.

“Gosh you look so familiar” Todd says, shaking his head as he grips Dieter’s hand.

“Just one of those faces” Dieter replies with a practised ease. It’s the third time someone has said that to him tonight. Always the same response, brushing them off and pivoting the conversation to you as if he was returning a tennis serve.

“Todd - you’re working together on the Mayfair account, right?”

You’re too focused on him. You haven’t woven your way into a conversation with the senior partners. You haven’t moved more than two feet from him since you arrived, despite his insistence he would be happy to sit at the bar, appear only when you put your arm behind your back. He’s talking to everyone, charismatic and bright and the anger is bubbling from a wellspring without a name.

He doesn’t belong to them. He doesn’t fit here, these clinically white walls don’t match his colour, the suit fits him like a second skin, and there’s no room for you to crawl inside it.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom, running cold water on your wrists as you look at yourself in the fluorescent lit mirror. You try to settle yourself, checking the time and promising fifteen more minutes before you drag him out of here, find some all-night diner to split a milkshake and hot salty fries to dip in it. You want to go back to his apartment, share a joint and talk about Bette Davis. You don’t want to do this.

“He’s quite something” your boss says, appearing from behind you to wash her carefully manicured hands in the sink.

“Thank you. I think so” the truth tastes like blueberries.

“Seems to have a great deal of knowledge about what we do here. That’s good – means you’re bringing it home with you.” She offers you a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

Todd and the Mayfair account. You had mentioned that in passing weeks ago. The way he greeted your boss, a handshake just a little firmer than it needed to be, a hint of steel behind his eyes. The way he’s here at all, no questions asked. The way he’s never judged you, never asked you for anything, but has always always shown up.

You watch him from behind a fake rubber tree. He makes one of the senior partners laugh, gets a clap on the shoulder as he scans the room, glass lifted to his lips. when he spots you, he excuses himself, dropping the glass on a tray carried by a bored looking waiter.

“That guy has the highest opinion of himself of anyone I’ve ever met. You think his wife is into it? Is he like that in bed? Proclaiming his own glory?”

He scrubs a hand across his trimmed beard. You don’t like that either.

“Nah probably not. I think he’s the type to need some discipline from somewhere. They probably have a dungeon in their house up in the Hamptons, which he invited us to over Christmas. I told him we had plans, because I like you a lot, but I don’t think you want to be talked into swinging with your boss and his wife, no matter how good a job the plastic surgeon did on her tits. I mean, if you want to, I might be persuaded, but if we are going then I’m gonna need a weeks’ notice to get a sheet of LSD because I’ve found that if you’re going to be in a dungeon, it really helps to heighten the experience somehow, and I don’t think weed will be enough”

You grab his hand, stopping him as he looks down at you, his eyes creasing with concern.

“Are you okay? We don’t really have to go to the dungeon Lou”

“Dieter… kiss me.”

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