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ponderingmoonlight · 6 months

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would you be able/want to do something with gojo where him and the reader are both teachers and are in an established relationship but the student (aside from megumi) don’t know and start trying to figure out who gojo’s in a relationship with? i feel like gojo would either mess with them or be honest that it’s you but they just don’t believe him cause. yk. it’s you?

Hey, thank you so much for that great request, it was really fun to write! I mixed it up a little with an already existing fic of mine, I hope you don't mind. Let me know what you think <3

Part l to this fic can be found here

Gojo going nuts when his students don't believe him that you are his wife

Pairing: husband!Gojo x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,5k

Synopsis: When Satoru wears his wedding ring for the first time in front of his students, Nobara can't help but wonder who he's married to. But when Gojo confesses it's you, his students just don't believe him.

Warnings: language, sad Gojo lol, this is an absolute comfort fanfic so there you go if that's what you need today, read part l if you haven't yet <3

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„Itadori!“ Nobara hisses through gritted teeth.

“Did you just see that?”

“What do you mean?”, Yuji remarks with doe-eyes, gazing up at her with no clue what she’s even talking about.

“That ring on Gojo-sensei’s finger, you idiot”, she barks back at him while frantically running to the door in order to catch one last glimpse at him.

“Is he by any chance married, Fushiguro?”

Megumi signs to himself, staring at Nobara in nothing but annoyance. That talk from last week where she literally forced you to describe Gojo still doesn’t sit right with him. Of course, Megumi knows about your relationship. After all, he’s been with both of you for many years now, witnessed countless times how Gojo caresses your cheek gently in the darkness of privacy, how he calls you “darling” around the house and passes out on the couch next to you 10 minutes into a movie. And even though both of you never talked about this whole marriage being private thing, Megumi simply refuses to talk about your love life – even with his friends.

“I have no idea. But maybe minding your own business will help with your complexion or something”, Megumi bites back.

All of the sudden, Nobara smacks the back of his head hard.

“Hey, that’s pretty mean, you don’t have to be so rough!” Yuji complains in an instant.

“Both of you, shut up. I will just ask him when he returns. Why wouldn’t he tell me?”

“There are actually a lot of reasons not to tell you…”

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH FUSHIGURO!”

“Huh, what’s going on here? I’ve been gone for a minute and you’re already smacking your heads?”

Casually, Satoru sits down behind is desk, long legs stretched out in front of him while nipping at the coffee you just made him. Oh, how much he loves to pay you a small visit during work. Just to be assured that you’re fine, that the second years don’t get on your nerves while training them. He just loves to adore you from afar. Yes, and the minute he gets home, you’re all his and his alone.

“You’re wearing a ring on your finger”, Nobara suddenly blurts out.

Satoru tils his head to the side, gaze wandering over his wedding ring. While he normally never wears it in fear of losing it during some stupid mission, today is your anniversary. The urge to proudly show off his ring became much greater than any anxiety. Also, today is a teaching only day and he’ll return home with you by his side after this lesson is over. The things he has planned for both of you tonight…He smirks to himself, joyful like a child when thinking about the surprise that’s waiting for you at home.

“Gojo-sensei!”

Megumi’s urgent voice rips him out of his daydreams.

“So what? A ring has many meanings”, Satoru replies calmly.

You never talked about this. While you seem to silently agree that showing each other affection at Jujutsu High isn’t what you want and that you are keen to keep your relationship private, you never talked this through. Last week when you described Satoru Gojo so well as your favourite type of men, you never said his name once, probably turned completely red when Yuji mentioned it so casually.

“Yeah, like being married for example!”

“Maybe I am, who knows?”

Satoru intertwines his fingers behind the back of his head, smirking at Nobara who is close to lose her mind widely.

“Maybe you should leave him alone…”, Yuji suggests in hushed tones.

“Maybe you should shut up, Itadori. This is far too important to let it slide!”

“You are way too dramatic about this.”, Megumi comments dryly.

“You guys just don’t understand the magic behind this!”

“So you want to know what this ring means?”

Nobara’s eyes light up in an instant, filled with so much unveiled curiosity that Gojo can’t help but wonder why she is never this invested when it comes to learning.

“Please tell me!”

Let’s see what happens.

“This is my wedding ring. I’m married to (y/n) for three years by now.”

Thick silence, utter speechlessness. The expression on Nobara’s face is so priceless that the urge inside Satoru to take a picture and show it to you later almost becomes unbearable.

“What’s up, Kugisaki? Did you see a ghost?”

“There’s no way in hell this is true”, Nobara mutters into Yuji’s ear, which earns a serious nod from the pink-haired boy.

Wait, what? Satoru furrows his eyebrows while gazing at the girl in front of him in disbelief. What did she just say?

“Why on earth couldn’t this be true, huh?”, he barks at her, hands clenched into fists.

“(y/n) is a real sweetheart with great taste. I just don’t think she would get involved with someone like you. Also, she said that she likes muscular man. And she never wore a ring”, Nobara explains briefly, earning a death stare from Satoru Gojo himself.

Both Yuji and Nobara eye him up and down, critical expression plastered on their faces while whispering unclear things into each other’s ear.

Satoru is on the brick of losing it. Did his students just suggest that you are too good for him? And that he’s not muscular!?

“I am muscular!”, he cries out.

“Megumi-chan, tell them I’m married to (y/n).”

If the ground would be able to swallow Megumi whole, he would take that offer in an instant. They already discussed this stupid matter for over 10 minutes now, when will the lesson finally start?

“Don’t drag me into this. Just do your job”, Megumi mumbles in annoyance.

Of course, Satoru is very aware of the fact that you are striking gorgeous, popular even beyond the boundaries of Jujutsu High. Damn, even here there might be some men who’d want you. But he is the strongest, he is good-looking, he is funny…Why on earth wouldn’t you be married to him?

“See? Nice try Gojo-sensei, but we don’t fall for your shit.”

He can’t believe his ears, face so red that Megumi slides back in his chair just in chase.

“You brats have absolutely no idea what love actually is! I won’t let you tell me who I’m married to or not!”, Satoru spits at his students, catching the attention of you.

Huh, what’s going on inside that classroom? You were on your way to grab some cursed weapons to show Maki, but the way your husband’s furious voice is heard through the entire hall makes you stop in front of his slightly opened door.

“Why are you screaming around here, Sir?”, you question, gazing at Nobara in confusion as she almost breaks down in tears from laughing her ass off.

“(y/n), darling, tell my students that you are my wife!”, Satoru demands.

Is that why he’s so stressed, because he wanted to tell his students that the both of you are married? What is going on here?

“I already told him multiple times we don’t believe him. Last week you said you like muscular man-“

“I AM MUSCULAR!”

You desperately try to hold back a laughter, the stressed out look on your husband’s face being enough to let a little giggle escape your lips. How on earth did that topic even pop up? Your gazer wanders to the wedding ring on his cramped finger, heart filling with warmth in an instant. Oh, he really wears it.

“Maybe he’s wearing that ring only for attention…”, Nobara whispers into Yuji’s ear.

“This is getting ridiculous”, Megumi comments.

“Why don’t we all just calm down a little? Your lesson started 15 minutes ago, why are you still arguing around?”, you playfully throw at your husband.

Despite the fact that you want to throw yourself in his arms right away, you keep your cool composure. This is what he gets for picking on you last week. You’ll make him suffer just the way he did it to you.

“You are supposed to help me with this!”, he complains.

“I am supposed to work right now”, you reply sweetly before turning on your heels and closing the door.

You can’t hold back any longer. Tears start to tickle in your eyes, that priceless look on his face. Oh god, you can’t stop laughing. This evening will definitely be entertaining.

-in the evening-

“Hello, stranger”, you playfully greet your husband as soon as he returns from work, blue orbs almost piercing through you.

“You are supposed to help me! Why didn’t they believe me? I’m I really that much of a downgrade compared to you?”

That little pout forming on his delicate face warms your heart in an instant.

“Maybe it’s better this way. I like to enjoy my time with you in privacy. Nice try though”, you playfully remark, your hands gently running through his soft white hair.

Suddenly he grabs your legs, pulling your body up in the air while all you can to is shriek and laugh out lough. He carries you into the bedroom, letting your body fall onto the soft mattress.

“I will make you pay for not helping me out today you traitor.”

“Then I’m happy to be a traitor.”

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etherealstar-writes · 3 months

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I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 7

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: seven

part one here

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the REAL karate kid

good afternoon losers

and y/n <3

the imposter

hey

willybum

good afternoon you dumbass

and hello to you too y/n

the REAL karate kid

rude

how are you y/n?

the imposter

eh i'm doing fine i guess

stairway

is everything alright

the imposter

i got fired from work today 😔

lotte

what happened?

if you don't mind me asking

the imposter

so i told ya what i do for work yeah?

well i've worked for this company for the past

whole year as their main solo media manager

and then my boss found out that his good old

friend's son was looking for a job and he's also

a photographer and social media manager so he

decided to fire me and hire him instead to

keep his relationship strong with his old friend

the REAL karate kid

that really sucks

your boss sounds like a terrible person

the imposter

yeah he was a really difficult person

i am kinda glad tho ngl

i don't have to see his annoying face ever again

but back to job hunting again 😔

neev

if it makes you feel better

leah got head-shotted in the head

by lessi during training

the imposter

i really hope someone got proof of it

stairway

i gotcha

maya

HELP

lotte

got K.O-ed lol

willybum

this isn't funny

i got a full on concussion

i'll get you back russo

the REAL karate kid

not my fault you're a terrible defender 🤷‍♀️

willybum

EXCUSE ME?!

the imposter

dam

them calves 😮‍💨

has anyone ever asked you

to step on them?

neev

um y/n is there something you'd

like to share with the group ...

willybum

weirdly enough yeah

i have been asked that

elton

it was actually just y/n asking

on a secret account

the imposter

don't expose me like that 😩

meado

every time i open this group chat

i get deeply concerned for you all again

i don't even know who y/n is and i feel like

i should be concerned about her as well

the imposter

woah

meado

i thought we were getting along well 😔

stairway

well if meado is concerned then

i guess she's offering to pay for

our therapy so let's go gang

the imposter

also

why do guys always train and

play football together?

elton

oh you know

we just like to play football together at times

stairway

yeah

it's fun

the imposter

okay ....

who am i to judge

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE LION KING SQUAD

russo

so guys

i have done something

toone

oh no

that is never a good sign

le tissier

okay i'm intrigued

this is gonna be bad

wubben-moy

the fact that she's using the group chat

without y/n is not a good sign

stanway

is she about to introduce her new wife

to us or something? did you like run away

and get married in vegas or something?

charles

we literally saw her yesterday georgia

so if she had then that would be

insanely impressive

toone

is that why you weren't at training today?

greenwood

ella looked very lost today

it was worrying

russo

yeah

i ran away with y/n and we got married

toone

HUH

stanway

WHAT

charles

EXCUSE ME

russo

OF COURSE NOT YOU IDIOTS

not yet anyway 😏

but back to the point

leah was also in on this

bright

oh like that's any better

williamson

excuse me??

wubben-moy

here we go

russo

okay

you know how y/n's looking for a job yeah?

well leah and i thought we'd put in a

good word for her in our media admin so

that you know .... maybe she can get

offered a job here and you know we can

actually meet her and get to know her irl ....

stanway

that is actually ....

the most decent idea i've heard from ya

charles

yeah fr

hemp

oh my god y'all are such simps

stanway

shut up

toone

i do wonder when y/n will find out about

who we are or if she ever will

charles

nah she's got to find out soon with

the euros starting next week?

williamson

i reckon we tell her after the euros

wubben-moy

well that shall be eventful

part eight here

#lionesses x reader #woso x reader #engwnt x reader #lionesses #engwnt #leah williamson x reader #alessia russo x reader #ella toone x reader #georgia stanway x reader #niamh charles x reader #lotte wubben moy x reader #beth mead x reader #maya le tissier x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso fanfics #womens football

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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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Hey I have an idea for "Get Off My Screen" what if Y/N starts talking to Vox less and less and he is so confused so he goes through her phone to try and figure it out and sees her Instagram announcing a new bf and Vox is soooo jealous but she basically ignores his protests and so life goes on as normal for them both until one day he gets nosy and checks her texts on her phone with her bf and finds nudes from her and then he gets annoyed and lectures her about it which leads to her getting angry and ignoring him but then a few weeks later he checks Y/N and the bf's chats again and sees him threatening her

On a completely unrelated note I luv this series and also definitely need a Vox of my own in my phone cause I can't write or spell for shit lol

You Could Do Better(With Me)

Protective!Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of Alcohol, Nudes, Blackmail, Manipulation

A/N: Okay this was actually pretty angsty, more on Vox's side because he's just dealing with a lot of emotional whiplash- most of which he doesn't really deal with well but he powers through it to be there for you. At this point in time he's kind of certain he likes you, but not that he loves you. Kind of like the: "Oh I'm really fond of this person, I want to make sure they're safe and happy." Without realizing the romantic implications nor how deep the level of attachment really is. So far, Reader's only kind of had a puppy-love crush on Vox but has blatantly disregarded it because well- Vox is fucking dead so what the hell are you supposed to do?? That and Vox constantly gets on Reader's nerves with his shenanigans so even if she gets the Cupid valentines filter when he cranks up the charisma- his stupid hijinks quickly do away with it and make him seem idiotic(cutely) again. The story also has a lot of emotional stuff so if you'd rather stick to the comedy feel free to skip this interlude and the one directly after it.

A/N: Either way, that's currently the pace these two are at- and this is a songfic! If you want to listen to the tune while reading- here it is! "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum. The story itself is slightly different from the prompt since I made it centered around how Vox perceived things were going. As always, I hope y'all have fun and enjoy! Happy Reading!

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Vox wanted to pretend everything was okay.

Walking through the halls of the Vee tower, he really wanted to play it off like nothing was bothering him.

And still, he found himself checking his phone for any updates or messages from you.

Day by day you were starting to slowly disappear from his routine.

He didn't notice it at first, how you were pulling away-

It was just the little things initially.

One word replies, emoji spam-

Vox figured you just weren't in the mood to listen or talk.

Did he do something that hurt you?

Up until the point that you both didn't really have any meaningful conversations anymore.

Which, as much as he tried to start anything proper-

It would always fall flat.

Were you still even trying?

He woke up one morning and followed his routine, shooting you a greeting before he started the day.

It just so happened that once he was finally able to check his phone to shoot you a wish goodnight-

You hadn't even replied to his morning message.

He was busy throughout the day, so he wasn't given the opportunity to worry about you.

But now, worry he did.

Vox quickly made his way towards his monitor room despite how late it was.

He went through your files, your pictures-

Wait.

Wait a goddamn minute.

Who the fuck was that?

He glitched slightly when he saw how that guy grinned in the picture.

It reminded him of his own, just so fucking fake.

Not to mention the air the person had around them.

They just exuded a great sense of showmanship and arrogance.

One Vox was all too familiar with.

That wasn't even the first picture you had with that person recently.

And the more the overlord looked, the more worked up he got.

He wasn't sure if it was anger, envy, irritation, or just a mix of everything under the sun.

Holding your waist, hugging you close, in some pictures your faces were so close together that you were almost kissing.

He was glitching in his chair from the emotional overload.

Who did this guy think he was to be able to treat you like that?!

Vox definitely punched a few screens from fury and jealousy.

Come the next day when he confronted you about it-

More like became a clear pain in the ass that you really couldn't ignore-

Making your computer practically unusable even-

Was when you revealed to him that you didn't mean to hide something like this.

You just simply forgot to say anything.

Vox didn't know if that was worse than if you tried to deceive him.

"Geez, so you have a boyfriend now?"

"Oh come on, you act like I'm not allowed to date. I'm a responsible adult Vox, not a kid."

The tech overlord only stared at the screen.

Was that really all you saw him as?

A digital guardian?

Just... someone who treated you like a kid?

He scoffed, he could count more times where he was the childish one.

That was stupid.

Besides that, he had more pressing matters to deal with.

What was this... horrible sinking feeling that was running through his systems?

It was like a weight that made him struggle breathing.

"Vox?"

"I'm still here. Can't believe you would forget to tell me something as important as this."

His claws dug into his armrests, he should've been happy you found yourself a partner.

If that partner just didn't remind him so much of himself.

"I'm sorry okay? I was really busy the last few days."

"The last few days? How long have you even been talking to this guy dollface?"

"Months? Probably? I've known him for a while now, he was the school crush when I was back in high school."

Vox wanted to convince you that this guy was bad news.

A walking red flag if you will.

He... should know.

Vox was at least aware of himself that much.

Still, he swallowed it all back and just replied to you again.

"I don't mind the fact you're off the market, hell- congratulations even! Just don't get into any sketchy shit. You know, anything that could be used against you as blackmail."

"Yeah yeah, I know what I'm doing Vox. Seriously, don't worry about it!"

You simply brushed off his worry, typical.

That just made the suffocating feeling even worse.

He didn't even know where it came from, or why.

"Oh yeah! I've got a boyfriend now!"

Those words replayed in his head like a bullet to the skull.

The day hadn't even started.

And Vox already wished it was over.

This just continued for a while, your presence in his schedule became negligible and Vox was falling back into his old vices.

He became snappy, irritable, just downright intolerable to be around.

The employees were feeling it, the Vees were collateral-

Not even Valentino could placate Vox's current horrid state.

It's been a week.

Vox stopped bothering to message you in the morning.

But he didn't stop checking if you would message him even once or twice.

It was pathetic.

And another.

Vox broke more than a dozen phones from just throwing them around.

He drank himself to sleep every night.

Valentino and Velvette were getting tired of having to dump his wasted ass on his bed every time.

And another.

Vox holed himself up in his monitor room whenever he wasn't needed.

No one could get him to come out.

Not even for food or water.

If he needed anything he would get it himself.

It was a long day of broadcasts and meetings, another monotonous cycle in his fast-paced life.

Vox intended to just drink until he passed out again, but he somehow found himself drunkenly stumbling through the halls of the Vee Tower into his monitor room.

He honestly didn't even know what he was doing this time.

The overlord fought to keep his own head up as he collapsed in his chair.

He glanced over to the side your computer's screen was connected to and let out a shaky sigh.

God, he fucking missed you.

Against his better judgement, Vox connected himself to your devices again.

He went straight to your playlist and just pressed start.

Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor~

Vox spun around in his chair, letting the music ebb and flow into his brain.

He took another swig from the bottle of alcohol in his other hand, squinting at the screens.

Everything was just kind of fuzzy.

Reaching for the phone cause, I can't fight it anymore...

It took him by surprise when one of the screens showed your living room.

Had you connected him to your TV again?

"Vox...? Are you there?"

And I wonder if I've ever crossed your mind?

He was too out of it to properly say anything, Vox couldn't recall if the words that stumbled out of him were even coherent.

"Dude... you look like shit."

Listening to your voice gave him a slight moment of sobriety.

"Likewise dollface."

For me it happens all the time...

"Are you wasted??"

"Erm, not really. Just buzzed."

He was able to take a good look at you then, your eyes were red and puffy like you'd just been crying.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now...

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Uh... well... you know that guy I was dating?"

Vox took a swig of alcohol before he replied, there was no way he was making it through his conversation unless he was drunk out of his circuits.

"My personality copycat? Yeah, what about?"

Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control-

"Your personality- what??"

"Dollface, do you seriously think I wouldn't notice how much of a walking red flag that asshole was?"

You paused as he took another swig of his drink, Vox didn't miss that look of guilt and pity in your eyes.

"But you just called him your copy."

"And? I know I'm a piece of shit. Takes one to know one."

And I need you now...

"Whatever, I don't think you'd stoop as low as he did."

"That's for me to judge, what did the bastard do?"

He saw the slight tremble in your posture, your voice cracked as if you were holding back sobs.

And I don't know how I can do without-

"I- I knew I should've listened to you. I sent him compromising pictures and he... he-"

"You sent him nudes and he used them to blackmail you didn't he?"

You flopped back down on the couch and his unfocused eyes met your watery ones.

So that's why you'd been crying.

I just need you now...

"It doesn't feel good to have your trust broken by someone you gave your heart to I'd reckon."

You scoffed at him, wiping away your tears as they continued to fall.

Vox so badly wanted to make it stop, but he didn't trust himself to be lucid enough to say the right words.

"Well wouldn't you know? I'd bet the women over there would throw themselves at your feet."

Another shot of whisky, can't stop looking at the door...

Vox couldn't tell if it was his imagination or not that made it seem like he heard jealousy in your voice.

There wasn't any reason for you to feel envious anyway.

He took another swig of alcohol before meeting your gaze once again.

Wishing you'd come sweeping, in the way you did before~

"So what if there are? I'm too busy to pursue a dedicated relationship. I mean- have you seen the amount of shit I have to deal with every day?"

You looked dejected by his answer, or at least that's what Vox thought.

Yeah, he was absolutely wasted.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?

"So what did you do? Did you break up with the guy?"

"Can't. If I do, he'll release all my pictures online."

Vox hummed, pulling up a window on your computer for you to interact with.

He was a paranoid man as is, but this just proved it didn't hurt to have precautions in place.

For me it happens all the time...

"What is that?"

"Something I made for all your files months ago."

"What does it do?"

Vox took another swig from his bottle.

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now...

"A safeguard, all files you send from your devices can be irreversibly corrupted remotely. An encryption thing, I tried to tell you about it but you didn't respond."

He wasn't surprised that you pressed the prompt to start the file corruption process on those pictures you'd sent.

Hell, everything you sent the rat bastard that broke your heart.

Honestly, the fucker didn't even deserve you.

Neither did Vox if he had to be honest with himself.

Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control-

The overlord stayed silent as he drank once more from his bottle of booze.

It was nearly empty at this point, not that he cared.

He could only assume you were watching the progress bar load which was why you didn't say anything.

And I need you now...

Vox just watched as you eventually got up and used your phone to call someone.

A smug smile worked onto his face when he realized who you were talking to.

After all, you'd only curse like a sailor when you were genuinely mad.

And I don't know how I can do without-

"You're kind of hot when you get angry you know?"

"Pfft, is that why you like to piss me off then?"

"Maybe, though I usually do just to get a reaction out of you anyways."

I just need you now...

Vox saw you roll your eyes, a smile finally gracing your face and he couldn't help but return it.

"I just became single again and you're already hitting on me huh?"

"Whaaaaat? I would never."

Vox humored you well into the morning hours.

The both of you talking once again like old times.

Like nothing even happened.

Eventually it got to the point you had fallen asleep on the couch right in front of the TV during one of Vox's stories.

The overlord let a soft genuine smile appear on his face at the sight.

At least you were okay again.

He swirled the remaining alcohol in the bottle and threw his head back as he downed the rest of it.

Finally feeling the exhaustion catch up to him, both emotionally and physically-

Vox's screen dimmed as he succumbed to slumber right alongside you in his chair.

A/N: HOOOOLY SHIT THIS CHAPTER IS LONG- this was an absolute UNIT of a segment but it gets better in the next one I promise, besides- I don't want to doom Vox and Reader by the narrative, that would just be a sucky ending. We'll still have more emotionally vulnerable stuff in the next interlude so if that's not your cup of tea feel free to skip it too.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #Get Off My Screen Series

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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The Yakuza daughter! S/o x Gun basically made me fangirl as I imagine them being a power couple lol. I now wonder if you got part 2 in that like Goo just discover Gun ring on his hand and a photo of his fiancée/wife in his photo (I just imagine that he took a photo of s/o in a lingerie lol)

Ughhhh Sam, this idea is too fun. Here's a much much quicker follow up with a lot less Yakuza-ness (sorry 🙇🏻‍♀️).

Gun Park x Reader: After I do (feat Goo)

Goo finds out. Follow up to 'I do' fic here

"How was Japan?"

Goo watches Gun washing the blood from his hands. Something about Gun has changed. He seems... different. Goo couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was Japan. Maybe it's the guy just being a freakshow as per usual.

Gun side-eyes him. The response is clipped, short, singular.

"Fine."

"Not like you to take an extended leave."

"..."

The lack of answer doesn't deter Goo, all too used to his partner's silence. "Business or personal?"

"..."

"Anything I should worry about?"

"..."

"Are you planning anything?"

"..."

"Did you pick up my Sanrio-"

Gun thrusts his hands in the dryer, the blasts of air drowning out Goo's incessant questioning. Unfortunately, this doesn't last long enough. Nothing ever does once the blonde's curiousity is piqued.

As soon as the whirring stops, Goo opens his mouth once again and Gun finally responds. "No, no and no. Shut up."

Hmph. Looks like Goo won't get anything else from this asshole. With a glint in his eye, he asks his final question, "You owe me for covering your duties. Was Crystal always this annoying?"

Gun reluctantly smiles. "Yes."

"What does our big bad boss want?"

Gun scans his phone. The message from just moments ago wasn't anything of significance to their mission. Although. The selfie of you in a seductive pose and risque underwear might be a distraction.

He appreciates it for a beat longer then locks the device. "It's not our boss."

That's the end of that conversation. Or so he thought.

"Huh?" Goo's eyes dart over to him with increasing frequency and the car starts to swerve.

Gun will not die by his hand because this fucking maniac can't keep his eyes on the road. Begrudgingly, he elaborates, "It's personal."

The blonde's eyes bulge out at this admission, "During work hours? Who wants to text a mean bastard like you?"

For fuck's sake. Can't this fucking idiot ever mind his own business.

Goo continues, "Who the hell would even want to be friends with you? I hope you're not plotting anything against me..." A malicious snicker, "Or are you dating? You should introduce me to them, they must be a firecracker!"

Gun tunes out his partner, a skill he has long mastered.

But when his phone buzzes for the third time in as many minutes, with you no doubt sending yet another racy image, Gun has to physically restrain himself from looking (and internally curses you for your poor timing).

Goo tries to swipe at the phone. "Hey, let me text back!"

Gun moves it effortlessly out of arm's reach. "If you're not going to keep those eyes on the road, then I can just pluck them from your head."

"You're no fun." Goo pouts, narrowly missing driving into a ravine.

"Oppa~ do you want a bite of this sushi?"

"No."

"Are you sure? It's really delicious!"

"..."

"Just a little taste!"

"Come near me again, I'll jam the sushi and the chopsticks down your throat."

"Ahhh~! Goo, your friend is so mean!"

What the fuck? Gun seems to be in an even more sour mood than usual. The last time the both of them were at this Gangnam bar, Gun had no issues with the women. Someone to warm his bed for the night, he had figured.

This evening though? He didn't even bat an eyelid in their direction.

"Gun! You can at least be nice to these sweethearts!" Goo snaps.

"No." Gun replies simply, getting up to leave.

What a fucking weirdo, Goo thinks. Oh well, more sushi for me.

"Since when did you wear jewellery?"

Goo snatches Gun's left hand, pulling it up to his face and holding it so close he is cross-eyed behind his glasses.

He absolutely has not seen this before, his brows furrow at this very odd addition. A plain, silver-coloured ring wrapped around the fourth finger.

Yanking his hand back, Gun responds. "Since I want to."

"A plain ring? On that finger?" Goo trails after him as he strides off, "You know what that means right? Wait..."

Goo completely stops in his tracks, "A couple band? Engagement? Are you...?"

Gun completely ignores him, increasing the distance between them.

No fucking way, right? The simple band on his hand is definitely something, but-

There's just-

No. fucking. way.

Who the fuck would be able to put up with Gun Park?

"Who's that?" Goo peers at the picture of the smokeshow on Gun's phone, catching a glimpse just before he tucks it into his pocket.

Having that image is certainly... a choice. Who is she though? A new k-pop idol? Gun doesn't seem like the type that would have an image of an idol or a celebrity as their background.

"My wife."

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Focus." Gun commands, as a gang of men come at them with knives and baseball bats.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Goo repeats, ducking to avoid a slash.

"I said, focus." Gun easily tanks a couple hits before returning some of his own.

"WHAT THE-" Goo's words are cut short as some thug takes advantage of his diverted attention and knocks his glasses off.

"FUCK- Fine." Goo elbows the guy in the solar plexus then easily plucks the baseball bat from his now slack grip. "Let me just borrow this~"

"You must be Goo Kim!"

Turning on the hostess charm, you note how Goo has to almost literally pick his jaw off the floor with your entrance.

Gun leans against the doorframe, observing with quiet smugness at the reaction. You had dropped in at the HNH offices to join Gun for lunch. Usually he would pick a better time and place but the level of questioning from Goo had already surpassed absurd levels ever since he found out Gun was married.

The last few weeks had been hell.

"When did you get married?! You didn't invite me to the wedding? I wasn't your best man? Tell me, who was it! I'll beat them up! When can I meet your bride? Or are you scared I'll charm her away?"

And Gun had promised you a partnership of equals. With your short time in South Korea, you had more than enough proved your usefulness and loyalty. It's about time he cuts you in on the Crew business.

He surmises this is a way to kill two birds with one stone.

You're Gun's wife? This absolute knockout? With him? That fucking boring asshole?

Goo would have thought this is Gun's twisted idea of a prank if he hadn't found out that the guy barely had a sense of humour a long time ago. That time had almost ended in stitches for Goo.

"Mrs. Park!" He gives you a theatrical bow, "I've been so looking forward to working with you!"

"Just call me Y/N," you giggle.

Goo takes your hand, pressing a loud smooch to the top of it. Gun's entire body tenses at the contact. This does not go unnoticed by you.

You retract your hand back, subtly wiping the kiss away, "I can't wait to get stuck into all the details."

"Of course, Y/N!"

"There won't be any trouble from you, right, Goo?"

"Princess, don't you trust me?"

You look Goo dead in the eye, seeing through the fake hurt on his face and dropping your own act.

"No. And," you grab onto his crotch, digging in your nails as Goo yelps, "If there is even a whiff of anything amiss then I'm coming after your balls." Your grip tightens as he tries without success to push you off, "Got it?"

"ACK!! Fuck! Got it, got it!"

You release him, relishing at his squeal.

"If you've broken anything," Goo scowls, struggling to stand and cradling himself tenderly. "Ugh, you two are fucking made for each other. Psychos."

Gun arrives at your side with a smirk, he guides you by the small of your back, leading you out.

"Not bad," he murmurs into your ear, "You were wasted in Japan."

#sorry goo my poor baby #lookism #lookism x reader #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #gun park #gun park x reader #park jonggun x reader #park jonggun #goo kim #kim joongoo #wannaeatramyeon

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transmascaraa · 5 months

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bf!lyney headcannons!

you've been in class for a while now and your boyfriend texts you saying that he's "bored" ... what shall you do to help him?

bf! lyney x m!reader

author's note: i knew this would win the poll. anyway, have fun reading this cuz it was fun to make<3 (btw this might be a start to some spiciness which might make me less embarrassed to make smut in the future)

"now that class is over, let me have my fun... "

-it's like the middle of the lecture and both of you are clearly bored

-he's spent the last 10mins trying to get you to look at him using some type of telekinesis (which of course didn't work cuz you were too focused on biting your pencil)

-and you've been scribbling in your notebook(you've been sketching lyney<3)

-suddenly, he decides to text you

-"hey, mon amour, what's up??? :))"

-and you can just feel his gaze on you as you see the notification

-"nothing really, i'm just bored and yeahhh just drawing smthn"

-"what are you drawing??? is it meee?????"

-you practically just know that he's seen your sketch by now. it's not like you two sit that far away

-"maybe" you reply to his text, turning off your phone, thinking he he'll stop texting you

-but then, you get more notifications. a lot. you turn off your sound for notifications and open your messages with lyney.

-oh boy, he surely was clingy.

-not that you had a problem with it

-the messages went like this:

-"yeah well i'm boreddd"

-"should we do something??"

-"mon cœur???"

-"hello???"

-"bonjour?"

-"did i do something?????"

-"[name] i'm boredd"

-"oh dear boyfrienddd"

-"i wanna kiss you so bad rn"

-you finally calm down your blushing face and reply to him

-"bro we're in class"

-"idc let's talk over text<33"

-he's so persistent but you can't help but put a little smile on your face

-"fine" you replied to him

-"yayyy" you looked at him and he was smiling like an idiot at you

-you roll your eyes and text him again

-"anything specific you wanna talk abt?"

-"hmm yeah but how long until it rings"

-"idk like 10mins. possibly 5."

-"great then!"

-"why"

-"i have my plans ;)"

-that was the line. you blushed and hid your face, but you made it look like you were "focusing on the lecture"

-he smiled at your reaction and texted you again

-"c'mon the teacher said 2 more mins"

-you just look at him and nod, as a sign of a "yes" and also a sign for him to stop texting you so he nods in return

-after those 2 mins, and the bell rings, you two meet in the bathroom, well, he was waiting for you there first

-"what did you want, lyney?" you ask him as you walk into the school bathroom

-"just... you~" he pulled you into one of the bathroom stalls and held you by the waist, his hot breath against your neck

-"dear archons... i've missed you for these 45 minutes..." he chuckled breathly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine while he smirked against your neck

-he kissed it softly and gently, making you squirm a bit

-soon enough, he was very touchy and very needy, all thanks to you.

-"this is what you get for biting that pencil so attractively~..."

-you had only been hoping that nobody caught you there.

~~~~~

oh how i love this oneee it's so cute lmao

thanks for reading and imma be on my way now lol

thanks to everyone who reads my work at all<3

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holyhead-hufflepuff · 1 year

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are you ready?

SIRIUS BLACK X FEM!READER

“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.” ― Hunter S. Thompson

warning: NSFW. Minors do not engage. This is a story about two consenting adults with a pre-established relationship built on trust. Please remember to wrap it before you tap it.

notes: lol so i just finished exam which is why this is late. this is part of a 800 follower celebration. so don't forget to engage with the smut post that you like best!!

The room is dark. It is some sort of dungeon, lit solely by a line of torches on my right-hand side. I can’t even see the far wall.

My body shivered, and at that moment I realized I was naked. It’s cold, but not uncomfortably so. The torches radiate, casting faint waves of heat and light onto my exposed skin.

“Hello?”

I called out but received no response. I started to worry. There was nothing around. What was happening? But that was when I saw him. He walked toward me, slowly, faintly illuminated in the dark. The slow taps of his footsteps were the only thing I could hear. He got closer, and closer, and closer, until we were almost touching.

He put his hand on my side, sending a shiver racing up my spine. He moved his head close, as if to kiss me, but then paused right before finishing the job. He looked at me with that awful, sarcastic smile. The one that has bothered me all year. And then, he asked me a question. Gently, but playfully, Sirius asked:

“Are you ready?”

…

“Y/N?”

“Y/N!!!”

The voice of my best friend Rachel jolts me awake.

“Huh?” I sigh groggily as I return to the land of the living. “What’s up?”

“Class is over sleepyhead! I know how much you hate History of Magic, but you’ll never pass your exams like that!”

“You’re right, you’re right. Wow, I can’t believe I fell asleep again!” And she is right. My work has been going steadily downhill these last few months. I can’t sleep at night, and I keep forgetting to eat. And those dreams certainly don’t help. Those dreams… they mean nothing, of course. Sirius is a prick. So arrogant, so vain, so… confusing…

“Hello? Did I lose you again?”

“Sorry, sorry.” You focus on Rachel. “You know I haven’t been sleeping well. I guess I’m just a little out of it today.”

“I can’t believe you, girl. You gotta get your head in the game! Now listen, are you coming down to my place this summer? We have Quidditch tickets, it’s gonna be so much fun!”

“Oh yeah, sure! I don’t think my parents will mind.”

We continued our conversation as we moved to our last class of the day: flying. The one I’ve dreaded going to for weeks.

We arrived at a commotion. “There he goes again,” Rachel sighed.

Of course, it’s James. He’s a natural on the broom and takes every opportunity to show it. Right now he’s doing some stupid stunt to get someone’s attention, probably Lily’s. I don’t have any problems with him, but what I do have a problem with is who he hangs out with.

At that instant, my gaze finds him. Off to the sides, cheering James on with all he’s got. Sirius Black. He’s jumping up and down, yelling, clearly very happy with whatever James is up to. He tries to get up on his broom too, but Remus grabs him and holds him down. As they are fighting for the broom, he turns this way. Our eyes meet, and he smiles.

I quickly turn my head back to face Rachel, a blush spreading across my cheeks. That smile. I can’t stand that smile. I hope he doesn’t think I was watching him. I only saw him at all because of what James was doing. Really, he’s the farthest thing from my mi…

“Hey girls.” My thoughts are interrupted by a voice right in front of me. I look up, and I see Sirius, with Remus tagging close behind. “Enjoying the show?” He laughs with that trademark grin.

“As if,” I retort. “You guys are such idiots. James is gonna get himself killed someday, and it’s gonna be your fault.”

“Come on, Y/N! You gotta learn to have some fun.” Sirius smirks and you feel the confusing mix of emotions bubble up once again.

“I love fun! I just have responsibilities and things I care about that have to take priority! Come on Remus, back me up!”

Remus shrugs sheepishly. “Hey, don’t look at me. I��m outnumbered.”

Sirius chuckles. “Guess the fun continues.”

“ARRGH!” I exclaim in frustration. “You are so infuriating sometimes.”

“Maybe,” Sirius replies. “Or maybe, I just need to show you how to loosen up.”

Before his words can get my mind racing, I hear a whistle. The professor has arrived, and she looks frustrated.

Sirius sighs. “Looks like the fun is over for now. Guess we should get to work and all that.” He turns back to me, and with a hint of mischief in his eyes, he asks me a question.

“Are you ready?”

At that moment, I lost all of my composure. I turn around and dash away before anyone can say anything. As I run, I can hear Rachel yelling after me. I don’t care. I need to get out of there. I’ve heard those words before, so many times.

Every.

Single.

Night.

I run, and run, and don’t stop. I have no idea where I’m going, and it doesn’t even matter. I just need to get away.

Eventually, I find an empty staircase. I collapse at its base, exhausted. My mind is spiraling, my thoughts are playing tug-of-war. I can barely think. At that moment, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?”

It’s Sirius. But something’s different. The usual sarcasm is gone, replaced with something I don’t recognize. It’s almost as if he’s genuinely concerned. Usually, this question would annoy me, but for some reason, his presence helps me relax.

“I’m fine, just needed some air.”

And as quick as it had gone his smirk returned. “Good, good. Just making sure all that fun earlier wasn’t too much for you.”

“You are so annoying,” I snap back with a slight grin. “I don’t know what you think of me, but I’m stronger than you’d expect.”

He sits down next to me. “I don’t know, I still think you could do to loosen up.”

I groan. “Oh, and I suppose you and your friends can help with that?”

“I don’t know about those guys, but I have a few ideas.” He pauses, as if thinking of something. Then he grins. “You know what? You’re already skipping class. Come with me.”

Without giving me any time to wait, he starts walking. My legs move on their own. It’s not like I want to follow him, but I can’t deny I’m curious as to what he’s up to. We pass through corridor after corridor, hallway after hallway, walking through Hogwarts’ endless sea of passages. Eventually, we reach a statue of an old hag with one eye.

“Dissendium,” Sirius whispers, and the statue moves aside. “What in the world?” I mutter as we walk into the newly-opened room.

“You like this?” Sirius chuckles. “This path leads all the way to Hogsmeade. Only a few students know about it, plus probably some of the teachers.”

“It’s incredible!” It truly was. After so many years here, I thought I had seen all that Hogwarts had to offer. It was enough to distract me from who I was here with.

“Well, then it can be our little secret.” Sirius pauses as we round the corner into a wider room. “Hey, Y/N…?”

I’m so engrossed in my surroundings that I didn’t notice Sirius had stopped walking. We were now mere inches apart.

“Uh, what’s up?”

The smile appears once again. “You were watching me in class today, weren’t you? In fact, I feel like I see you watching me a lot.”

The blood rushes to my cheeks. It is at this moment I realize how close we are, and that our surroundings are eerily similar to the ones from my dreams. I stutter out a response.

“W-well I don’t remember that! If anything you were just distracting me, you’re always so loud and annoying! It’s always so hard to concentrate-”

He puts a finger to my lips, quieting me. His smile grows wider. “I thought so. What were we talking about earlier? Loosening up? I say we get back to that idea.”

I’m shaking, I can feel goosebumps across my arms and legs. “W-what do you mean?” I barely have the time to get the words out before he whips out his wand.

“Evanesco! Incarcerous!”

With the first cast, my clothes disappear. Before I even have time to react, I fly against the wall, bound by ropes. I am suspended in the air, arms and legs apart, completely exposed to the elements. I can barely make a sound as I wait with bated breath for him to approach.

He tilts his head to the left and looks me in the eyes. “Cat got your tongue?”

I still can’t speak. He gets closer and closer. My mind is so confused, torn by the conflicting feelings brought about by the man in front of me. As he reaches me, he says three simple words. Three words that I have been unknowingly waiting so long to hear.

“Are you ready?”

Those words focus my thoughts. They calm the storm inside me enough to utter a response:

“Yes.”

With that, he smiles even wider. He leans in and kisses me. It starts slowly but quickly becomes passionate. His tongue explores my mouth as I give in to the sensations. I have very little experience, but he doesn’t seem to mind. My lips are on fire, and my entire body starts tingling. I’ve never felt like this before. All previous worries start fading away into our embrace.

He continues with vigor until after some time he breaks away. He gives me no time to rest, as his lips start attacking the rest of my body. He starts with my cheeks, then moves down to my neck. I let out a moan as he sucks on my eager skin. I try to hold it in, but the sound of my pleasure gives him even more determination. He moves down to my breasts, kissing and sucking on one while his right hand plays with the other. He kneads my soft flesh while continuing to explore with his lips. His fingers dance around, causing shivers to run across my entire body. He lightly pinches my nipple, sending surges of ecstasy across me.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” I say softly while he continues his pursuits.

He leans back, looking me in the eyes. That smile, so different from how it was before. “Are you ready?” he asks. This time, I am ready. I want him. I need him.

“Yes.”

Without a second’s pause, he dives down to my lower lips. I was already so wet from his teasing, I couldn’t bear to remain silent any longer.

“Oh Merlin, yes!” I let out a cry as he continues to devour me. He moves back and forth, making sure to pay attention to every last part of me. His tongue darts around, focusing especially on my clit. It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced before, and I never want it to end. I can feel an orgasm building as he licks and sucks my dripping pussy. Finally, as his tongue lashes deep inside of me, I cross the edge. The climax is so intense, if I wasn’t tied up I would have collapsed to the ground. Shockwaves emanate throughout my entire body, waves of pleasure that just don’t stop.

As I begin to come down off the high, Sirius laughs. “I hope you’re ready, because we’re not done yet.”

Before I have the chance to say anything, he traps me in a kiss and starts rubbing my clit with his fingers. After a few seconds, he plunges a finger deep inside of me. I gasp into his mouth, but he gives me no time to react. He inserts a second finger and starts moving.

The thrusts of his fingers rock my aching hole, sending more and more energy coursing through me. He then inserts a third finger, and with his other hand begins squeezing my breasts once again. My lips, my breasts, my pussy. Everything is on fire as the motions get more and more intense.

He starts pounding me with one hand while grasping deep clumps of flesh with the other. I can’t take it anymore. With one last thrust of his fingers, I climax once again. I go limp in his arms as he separates himself from me.

“I’ll give you a moment,” he jokes, as he casts off his own clothing. It’s almost elegant, as if he’d done it a thousand times before. I can’t admire his spellwork, however, because my attention is drawn elsewhere.

I can see his cock, illuminated under the torchlight. It’s large, so much bigger than I expected. It’s hard, throbbing, and violent. It scares me, and yet fills me with lust. I want it. I NEED it.

He walks up to me, lean yet muscular, his body in full display. He grabs my sides, once again triggering my deepest desires. He then says the words again:

“Are you ready?”

This time, I say it with confidence and desire.

“Yes.”

He grins. “There you go, finally loosening up. You’re such a good girl.”

I love the idea of being his good girl. I want him so bad, I can barely take it.

“Please,” I panted. “Fuck me.”

With that, he forces himself deep into my folds, his thick member poking against my deepest parts. He pauses for a second, to make sure I’m comfortable, before he starts his barrage at my insides. He goes in and out as I moan and beg for more. His pulsating shaft makes quick, fast thrusts, each one seemingly reaching deeper and deeper.

“You feel so good,” he says, and as he does I tighten around him. His words make me so horny. I just want more of him.

He continues his assault with his huge rod as I give myself up to the pleasure. I become a mess of feelings and emotions, no longer myself but a slave to the bliss.

“Oh, yes!” I exclaim. “Please, I need more. Deeper, faster! It feels so good!”

He does nothing but grunt as he obliges my request, increasing his already fast thrusting to an impossibly quick tempo. Each lunge fills me with heat, building upon the pleasure that just keeps growing. My mind is empty, all I can think about is his cock. As he keeps going, I get closer and closer to another orgasm. I can’t take it anymore.

With one last thrust, I have my most powerful climax yet. As I contract around his shaft, he finishes too, pumping large amounts of his seed inside of me. As he steps back, I lay limp, still tied up on the wall. Only now with my sweat mixed with his and his cum dripping down my legs.

With a quick spell, he cleans us both up, even getting all of his semen that had gotten in me. Once again, his spellwork impresses me even in my post-coital stupor.

“Oh, I should probably let you down,” he says with a smirk. As he removes the ropes and returns my clothes, I sink to the floor with a sigh, legs quivering, realizing I won’t be able to stand for a week.

As I pant on the ground, sweaty and tired, Sirius walks over and gives me a surprisingly gentle kiss on the forehead.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N,” he says as the smirk returns one last time. “Hope that helped you loosen up a bit. We should do it again sometime.”

With that, he apparates away. As I catch my breath, I realize I have no idea how to get back to my bed.

“What an asshole,” I chuckle as I start my trip back. After about an hour of mindless wandering, I’m able to find the common room. As I get back into bed, I know I’m going to sleep well that night. Maybe Sirius was right, and I did need to loosen up. And maybe, I’ll have to talk to him tomorrow. I mean, he might have some more to teach me. I’m always happy to learn new things. It can’t hurt to ask. Yeah. Good plan. Tomorrow…

Fin.

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marooosa · 2 years

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Hate You, Want You

A/N: I wrote this super impulsively and did Not proofread it, so please disregard spelling and grammatical errors. Enjoy!

Prompt: college! Austin and Y/N can’t stand each other, especially when they are paired together for a music composition project.

Warnings: Smut, being a Music Major lol

It was nearly midnight. You were exhausted from the day’s classes and your late shift at work. You loved your job, the tips and pay were incredible for what you do, but it’s hard to not feel worn out when three of your coworker’s called in sick and your manager spent the evening working on the “schedule” in his office, leaving you alone on the floor.

Checking your course pages, you find an announcement in your Theory class:

Hello all,

Sorry to bother so late, I just finished grading last weeks’ work! Tomorrow’s class we will begin our Partner Composition project. Please take a look at the requirements in the Syllabus, but we will also review my expectations and I will be happy to answer your questions in class tomorrow. I’ve already assigned partners, so please take a look at the list below!

P.S. I’ve also attached your phone numbers so you can easily contact one another, because who actually checks their email?

See you tomorrow!

You keep reading, scrolling further down the page to search for your name. You had a few friends in your class, so you hoped to be paired with one of them. The class was engaging and fun, but you dreaded going each week because of-

Austin Butler and Y/N Y/L/N

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” you groan, hands covering your face. You’re a friendly person, you enjoy helping people out and love to be friendly with nearly everyone, but that friendliness dies with Austin fucking Butler.

It started when he transferred into your program during your third year. Being punctual, you were the first person sitting in your class. It was a normal day, you were responding to emails when, quite literally, the most beautiful man you have ever seen strolled in through the door. He was dressed casually, but something about those dirty blonde curls paired with piercing blue eyes and a strong jaw had your mouth gaping, and that combination was simply too much to handle at 9:03 AM on a Tuesday.

You didn’t even realize how long you had stared at the time until he cleared his throat, “You know, you should take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You didn’t even respond, feeling too embarrassed that he had caught you staring. Your cheeks had burned red for the rest of that class, and your embarrassment swelled each time you both caught each other’s eye.

Since that first moment, it seemed like he does everything in his power to make a fool out of you. Always correcting your answers when you participate, disagreeing with literally every discussion board you post and making sure to let you know that you’re an idiot, and staring at you so intensely during last semester’s recital that you could feel his eyes burning into you, causing you to shake like a leaf (even though you had performed countless times in the past and weren’t even performing challenging repertoire) and almost miss a beat.

He just bothered you, he’s too pretty to be that much of an asshole. But God, he is pretty. It’s frustrating really, to waste such a perfect face and a gorgeous body on such an insufferable person.

You slump even further into your hands, truly considering transferring because of a two-week project. Your phone chimes, jolting you up for you to see a text from an unknown number:

+1 *** *** ****

Hey partner, aren’t you so excited for tomorrow?

Checking the page, you see that the number is attached to the man you can’t stand. Although your mind tells you not to, you find yourself writing him back,

Oh yeah, I really can’t Wait to be forced around you for 2 weeks,

Thinking you should add something else to get under his skin, you continue:

why’d you ask? can’t stop thinking about me?

You decide to get dressed for bed while you wait for his reply, washing off the day’s makeup and changing into pajamas. While brushing your teeth your phone lights up:

Mhm. You know I can’t, maybe I’ll even dream of you tonight.

‘He’s such a dick’, you think, cheeks warm for no reason. Leaving him on open, you slide into your bed, reaching to grab your charger when he double-texts:

I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Face much hotter now and heart beating far too fast to just be curled up in bed, you respond boldly for the final time before turning your phone off for the night,

maybe I would

why don’t you find out?

Closing your eyes and exhaling deeply, you find yourself drifting off to sleep, trying and ultimately failing to keep your mind off of Austin…

His left hand is splayed across your hips, pinning you down to the bed, your bed. Meanwhile his right hand is keeping your legs open, head buried between your thighs. Your fingers are buried in his hair, effectively holding him down.

He’s making these sinful noises, lips attached to your clit, tongue lapping at it in circles.

“H-Holy fuck, Austin, oh my god,” you whine, hips trying to move from the overwhelming sensation.

You’ve come once already, but Austin is determined to get you off again, his tongue slides down your slit, pushing inside of you so perfectly. He moves up and down for a moment before finding home back on your most sensitive part, two fingers sliding into you to replace his tongue.

His fingers are moving at lightning speed, curling into the way he knows will make you fall apart. The sounds in the room are obscene, your whining, his low moans, the squelch of his fingers..

His lips pull off of you for a moment, “You taste so goddamn good, can’t get enough of you,”

You’re close, that ball in your stomach growing bigger and bigger,

“Could stay here forever, make you cum all day if you’d let me. Get you off however you want.. with my tongue, my fingers, my cock,” He flicks his tongue quickly around your clit now, fingers pumping in and out of you. You’re so close, nearing the edge, not being able to hold back any longer,

“Come on, baby, want this pussy to cum all over my face,”

And with that, you’re coming so hard you can’t even see, can’t even hear, and everything turns white….

You wake up suddenly, the sun too high in the sky for your liking.

‘Shit shit shit’ you think, ‘I’m late!’

Pt. 2? Thank you for reading!

#austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #elvis 2022 #smut #college au #this is filthy at the end

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snarkythewoecrow · 6 months

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20 Questions for fic Writers!

thanks for the tag @mammameesh @underwater-ninja-13 💙

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

184

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,391,678

3. What fandoms do you write for?

9-1-1 (mostly buddie), MCU, dabbled in Torchwood, Sherlock, HP, and Old Guard, oh and supernatural for a while too, though I don't have a lot of my supernatural and Torchwood moved to ao3, something I've been working on since like 2012 (there aren't that many more to move, I am just amazing at procrastinating)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Overall, these are my highest: Unexpected Finds (MCU, irondad)- 5 206 If I Could Do It All Over, I'd Find You Sooner (MCU, stuckony)- 2 593 emergencies only (MCU, irondad)- 2 154 between wanting and needing (MCU, stuckony)- 2 087 abuse at your hands, broken at your feet (MCU, irondad)- 1 960 But since I'm mostly writing 9-1-1, I'm going to include my top two from there, cuz I can: I choose you, Pikachu (or the ways two idiots finally say you’re mine) - 1 595 sometimes an onion really is just an onion (and that’s all there is to it) - 1 302

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try really hard to respond, but sometimes I get behind, and there are times when I'm low on spoons and I put them off, and that doesn't mean I don't love them all, seriously, people who comment are so generous and sweet, but it does mean that sometimes they will get a random reply from me two years later lol

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

honestly, not super sure, cuz I can't remember them all off the top of my head, but I guess the one I wrote for irondad, where peter was using hard drugs and it didn't end with a promise of things turning out good, hugs didn't fix things in that one

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

no idea? they are mostly all happy to some degree

8. Do you get hate on fics?

eh, not often, but sometimes, more in the mcu than other fandoms

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes, and mostly gay, many kinks, from vanilla to wtf are you even writing type things, but i do seem to lean toward bdsm dynamic in smut, daddy kink often, and a/b/o (tho i really love writing non-traditional dynamic, a lot of omega/omega and alpha/alpha)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

yes, and probably sam wilson/harry potter, honestly, I really still adore that one, it worked, I swearm, harry was older and fucked up with ptsd, and sam was awesome, as usual

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of? well, i mean, i've once found them posted on small fan sites serving other countries and tbh, it didn't bother me too much, like it wasn't great, but like, hey, life's too short and they obvs liked them, and they did give me credit, sorta

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yeah, a handful over the years, maybe 5 on ao3? and i know i gave others permisson over the years, but they never linked back so idk

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah, totally, done it a bunch and had fun

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

steve/tony, then stucky is a close second, like they are the true standbys, I'll always love them, but I have a armada of other ships that also serve me well

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

we don't talk about bruno, dude

16. What are your writing strengths?

description maybe, or writing emotional shit? and like with dialogue, I'm either a god of it or a pathetic feral creature that has never spoken aloud

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

depending on the day, the same as what is written in prior answer

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

honestly, i try not to do it anymore, cuz I don't like making it harder for readers in anyway to consume, so unless I can keep it short and clear enough that you can still gather what they are saying without knowing the language, then I leave it out. I will try hard to find other ways, and i'm not super into translations posted after the text, looks clunky, and not super into translations at the end, but yeah, to each their own

19. First fandom you wrote for?

dudes, i dont know when i ate last, no idea, like maybe some MASH or like Highlander in notebook as a kid? probably my first shared was interview with the vampire, resulting in much anxiety as a teen

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I'm picking from more recent fics, and I kinda love this one atm: sometimes an onion really is just an onion (and that’s all there is to it)

tagging @buckybeardreams @limetimo @painted-doe @psychiccatpanda and anyone else who wants to do it!

Blank copy under cut for you to use 💙

20 Questions for fic Writers!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

#ask game

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sephirthoughts · 12 days

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ok i got that nasty one out of my system here’s the nice one

Vincent Got a Phone

[but to the tune of Janie's Got a Gun you're welcome]

WARNINGS: none yet but we’ll get there keep your pants on (for now)

INFO: CID/VINCENT, BBFs vincent & aerith it makes sense i swear, background sefikura, fluff, eventual smut, humor, no angst just idiot-related shenanigans

SYNOPSIS: Vincent had a crush, then he got a phone, which has started him down a road toward genuine human connection that he is in no way prepared for. Aerith, his self-appointed friend and wingman (who may not be nearly as sweet and innocent as one would think, based on the dresses and flowers), is determined to steer her favorite ship on the right course!

Chapter 1: The Friend-ship Sails!

BIGDICKDADDY: hello everyone. i bought a phone.

SolidStrife: sephiroth?

SolidStrife: typo oops

SolidStrife: i mean who the fuck is this

.*･｡ﾟ☆Ti-chan☆｡ﾟ･*. : yeah how did you get our group chat ID creep! >:C

BIGDICKDADDY: this is vincent valentine.

SolidStrife: ...

SolidStrife: quick question

BIGDICKDADDY: cid chose this name for me. i don’t know how to change it.

TheChief: hahaha it’s a real good one why would you change it

✿FlowerGal✿: i thought Dick was short for Richard? shouldn’t it be Big Vince Daddy?

.*･｡ﾟ☆Ti-chan☆｡ﾟ･*. : oh honey

✿FlowerGal✿: or Big Vic Daddy? that works too.

SolidStrife: but the daddy part is ok with you

YiffYuff: i think it’s a funny name lol

SolidStrife: you would

YiffYuff: wtf what is that supposed to mean

SolidStrife: it means i know what your username means

YiffYuff: ????

VValentine: nevermind. cait sith showed me how to do it.

TheChief: aw boo y’all are no fun

TheChief: damn robot cats these days

✿FlowerGal✿: I’m really glad you got a phone, Mr. Valentine! Now we can all talk to you and you won’t miss anything! :-D

[VValentine has left the chat]

.*･｡ﾟ☆Ti-chan☆｡ﾟ･*. : wow rude

SolidStrife: he lasted longer than i expected

YiffYuff: what does my username mean!!

YiffYuff: what the hell are you talking about!!!

YiffYuff: CLOUD!!!!

SolidStrife: why don’t you ask cait sith

Vincent had a phone, now. That was…good. A phone was a thing one used to communicate with other people. It was a step toward humanity. Toward the light. Out of the abyss.

Only, he found himself reflexively wanting to retreat back to the safety of his coffin. After all, was taking such a step even allowed, for him? Was this not just collecting another sin with which to freight his soul and trouble his sleep?

But…when sin felt so much like sunshine on your skin, when it was blue and brilliant gold, so vivid you could almost taste the colors—when sin was a wisp of that heartbreaking warmth, so desperately craved during those long, cold, solitary years in the dark…how was one meant to choose atonement?

He would never try to touch the sky, he reasoned. He would only slip out of the shadows and stand in the sunlight for a little while, to quietly absorb some of its warmth, before he sank back into the eternal darkness. Even such a creature as himself yearned for some small comfort, after all.

A soft voice broke in, drawing him from his ruminations. “Um. Mr. Valentine? Are you coming to dinner?”

It was the lighter haired girl. Aerith Gainsborough. And she looked like she was cautiously approaching a rabid dog.

Vincent suppressed a sigh and withdrew deeper into his cloak, in order to appear less threatening. He couldn’t tell from her expression whether or not it was working. But all he had to do was politely decline, and she would go away.

“No, thank—”

“Hey, Vinnie! Vin!” Cid called out, just then, from ten meters behind her, where the rest of them were gathering. “We’re goin’ to eat, you comin’?”

“Yes, thank you,” Vincent said to the girl, as he pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on, and strode away toward the group.

Aerith paused for a moment, with an unreadable look on her face, before she trotted after him.

“Did you not like your food, Cloud?” Tifa was asking, as the party exited the restaurant, a couple of hours later.

“Huh? Food?” Cloud said distractedly. “Oh. It was fine.”

“Do you even know what you ate?” Yuffie retorted. “You were staring at your phone the entire time.”

“I wasn’t staring at my—” Cloud pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen a few times. “I gotta go. I’ll be back…later.”

“Where are you going? Cloud!” Tifa shouted after him, as he hurried away down the street. Annoyed with the young man’s wayward behavior, she naturally turned to her friend, for support. “Can you believe how rude he’s being? What is going on with him?”

Aerith was looking the other direction, however, apparently engrossed in something else. “Hm? Oh, yeah. Totally. What a jerk.”

“You weren’t even listening!” Tifa said, stamping her foot. “Why is everyone acting like this tonight?”

“You mean, why’s no one paying attention to the princess?” Yuffie smirked.

Tifa scowled. “Shut it, brat. Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

Yuffie rolled her eyes. “Don’t you know frowning gives you wrinkles?”

“Oh, ho ho! Did you guys see that?!” Aerith exclaimed, startling them both.

“See what?” they replied, nearly in unison.

“Mr. Valentine just yawned, and exactly ten seconds later, Mr. Highwind said he was tired and wanted to head back!” She gave a delighted little giggle and then squealed, clutching her phone to her chest, like a teddy bear.

Yuffie and Tifa looked at each other, then back at her, with expressions one might adopt when addressing a mental patient.

“Mr. Valentine yawns all the time, Aeri-chan,” Tifa pointed out.

“Yeah, what’s so interesting about old men being tired?” Yuffie scoffed. “They both fell asleep in the theater, the other night, and you weren’t wetting your pants about that.”

Tifa made a face. “You want to rethink that phrasing, maybe?”

“Hehehe it’s nothing, nothing at all. You wouldn’t understand,” Aerith gloated, while rapidly typing something on her phone. She hit what must have been the ‘send’ button, with an air of triumph, then finally looked up. “Hey…where did Cloud go?”

Over the next several days, Vincent began to get a feeling that he was being watched. He had this feeling because he was definitely being watched. By the Gainsborough girl, of all people. She seemed to have taken an unusual interest in his activities, and had been surreptitiously observing him, at random intervals throughout each day.

He was aware of it pretty much immediately, due to his high level of training and artificially heightened senses, and also the fact that she was really bad at spying. Like, he literally saw her ducking behind a trash can, once. Whoever among their enemies had got to her, they obviously hadn’t given her much in the way of instruction, before they sent her to work. Maybe it was a blackmail job.

Either way, if she was under hostile influence, she was now a threat to the group, and it was his duty to get to the bottom of it. It’d be better not to alert the others, yet, in case anyone else was compromised, so he’d be going this one alone. Besides, it wasn’t as if he needed help handling one little teenaged girl.

That night, after supper, he took a walk around the general area of the group’s rooms, making sure he was clearly seen, then faded into the shadows, to lie in wait for the spy. Three minutes and seventeen seconds later, he heard stealthy footsteps coming down the walk.

Tch. Amateur. She didn’t disguise her gait, control her breathing, or even try to mask her scent. When she passed the dark space between the buildings, she was playing with her phone, pretending to be looking at it, but glancing stealthily about, obviously looking for her target.

In less time than it takes for a human heart to beat once, a whirl of crimson whipped out of the narrow alley, silently engulfed the young woman, and vanished. Behind the building, in the deep shadows, Aerith suddenly found herself pinned against a brick wall, with the big triple-barrel of Cerberus pressed to her throat.

“Scream and it will be the last sound you make in this life,” Vincent said, in a low, menacing snarl (which was just his usual voice but slightly quieter). “Who are you working for?”

“Mr. Valentine?” Aerith replied, in a normal, conversational tone, looking at his face, rather than the gun, for which he had to inwardly applaud her cool-headedness under duress. “What are you doing lurking around in the alley?”

The hammer clicked back. “A name, Ms. Gainsborough. Or I paint this wall with your—”

“Oh, please, you’re not going to kill me,” she laughed (Actually laughed! At him!!). “If you were, you’d have cut my throat or strangled me right away, instead of trying to scare me with your very loud gun, with all our friends right within hearing distance.”

He wrapped his other hand around her neck and holstered the weapon. “You’re right. There are plenty of ways to kill you quietly. Answer the question. Who are you working for? How did they get to you? Are they blackmailing you? Holding someone hostage? If so, why did you not come to us for help, rather than betray us?”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” She eyed him doubtfully. “Are you…feeling ok, Mr. Valentine?”

“I am never feeling ok. That is beside the point. You have been following me and spying on me, for five days. You appear to be recording my movements and reporting them to someone. I also saw you take several photographs of me and Cid Highwind, when you believed yourself to be unobserved.”

Her eyes went wide. “Eh? You saw tha—I mean, I have no idea what you mean! You have no right to interrogate me! I want a lawyer!”

“A lawyer? I am not with the police, Ms. Gainsborough. In case you forgot…I’m a monster.” As he said this, he leaned closer, baring his sharp canine teeth, and letting his irises flash brilliant crimson-gold, in the darkness of the alleyway.

“Ooh, that was so cool!” Aerith breathed. “Wow, you’re really sexy, Mr. Valentine.”

Vincent choked and actually took a step back, letting go of her neck, from sheer astonishment. “What are you—that’s not—how can a nice young lady like yourself use such a word, so casually!”

“What, sexy? You really have been living in a coffin, haven’t you. Times have changed. Nice young ladies like me can say and think and do whatever we want. That includes thinking you’re sexy and telling you so. Not that I’m into you! Even if I swung that way, you’re like a million years too old for me, yuck.”

When she said that last bit, she laughed and stuck her tongue out, with a little shudder of disgust, to which Vincent took great umbrage. He was old, sure, but he didn’t look old. He looked pretty good, he thought. Anyway, he definitely wasn’t worthy of a shudder.

Also, how did this tiny girl flip the situation around on him, so fast! Saying all these bizarre things and confusing him! On top of that, she wasn’t even a little bit scared of him! That hurt his pride even more than the shudder, and he became morose.

“As I was saying, you’ve got the situation all wrong,” Aerith informed him, flipping her braid over her shoulder. “I mean, yeah…maybe I was spying on you a little. But that was for my own reasons. No one got to me and I’m not betraying anyone. I’m actually your ally, here. Maybe the only one you have.”

Vincent was hiding in his collar, with his arms crossed sullenly, glowering down at her from the shadow of his black bangs. “What nonsense are you talking? What do you mean, ally?”

“Let’s just say, I represent a certain community, of very devoted, extremely supportive enthusiasts, who take a special interest in…gentlemen such as yourself.”

This was definitely some kind of trick, to trip him up, but he couldn’t see the hook yet. Better play along, for now. “Such as myself, in what way?”

“Gentlemen who, you know,” she winked suggestively, which nearly sent him stumbling back another step, “prefer the company of other gentlemen.”

“I prefer no one’s company,” he growled. “Try again.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Not even…Mr. Highwind’s?”

What the hellfire? What did she know?? Would he have to kill her, after all?!

“I can tell by the look on your…forehead, that you know what I’m talking about,” the infuriating and deeply bewildering young woman continued. “It’s also clear from my observations, that no one else knows. And that, if it’s left up to you, he never will. That is where your dearly devoted fujoshi sisters come in.”

This was obviously an attempt to baffle him with more gibberish. Vincent’s hand was already on Cerberus’ stock again. “You’re stalling. So, you have backup coming. You think they can kill me, before I kill you?”

“Seriously, tone down the drama, Mr. Valentine. I’m trying to tell you I want to help you. Look, I’ll show you.” She pulled her phone out and held it up so he could look at the screen. “This is our server. These are all sisters—that’s what we call our members. Each channel is devoted to a different ship, but we encourage multi-shipping and no ship hate is allowed, whatsoever.”

“Channel? Ship? You like…nautical engineering?” Vincent attempted, utterly at a loss.

“Ship is short for relationship. The Fujo-Friends server is dedicated to fanship of the MLM variety.”

He blinked stupidly at the screen, as she scrolled through what she called a channel. It looked like a group chat, sort of like the one their party used on the phone, but it was made up of far more participants.

They all had little cartoon avatars, and inexplicable names, like ‘Mrs. Genesis’ and ‘disco slut kadaj’ and ‘sefikurafan’ and ‘rudeXlovesXreno’, and even a ‘Sephiroth’s Daddy’ which he did not like, at all. Messages were popping up, constantly, and they seemed to be talking about…

Vincent’s head spun, and he had to lean on the wall, to catch his breath. He had literally never seen so many euphemisms for that crucial part of the male anatomy, in his life. He didn't even know most of them, before.

How…how could all of those people talk so openly about these things? How could they all care enough about total strangers, to say so many weird and perverse (and also a lot of very sweet and supportive) things, about them? How could they know so much more about that kind of thing than he did?!

He passed a hand over his brow. “You, and all these other women…you talk about men, having…sexual relationships, with other men? Why?”

“Oh, it’s not just women,” Aerith chirped. “We welcome sisters of all genders. Why do we do it? For a ton of reasons. Mostly because it’s fun, but honestly, a lot of us are just sick of the heteronormative status-quo getting pushed on us in every form of media, and want to imagine more people in happy, queer relationships. I mean, there are toxic ships, too, but those are strictly for the sake of hotness. We don’t condone any abusive or unhealthy relationships, IRL.”

Vincent shook his head helplessly. “I—I don’t know what any of those words mean.”

“It’s ok, that’s why I offered to help you. You don’t seem to know what you’re doing in that area. Like, at all.”

“What I’m doing in which area?”

“Well…you like Mr. Highwind, right?”

“If you already know, why do you keep asking,” Vincent returned crossly.

“Good! The first step is talking about your crush to a trusted friend,” Aerith encouraged.

“Who said you were a trusted—”

“As for the other steps, a socially challenged but otherwise high-spec man, like you, is just the kind of person who could benefit from the sisters’ help! Don’t worry, I won’t put you on the server, or anything. Unless you want me to.” Vincent’s glare intensified. “Ok, I’ll take that as a no. What I can do for you, is act as your relationship consultant. With the input of the sisters, of course. The Fujo-Friends will help you make a plan to get your man!”

Vincent nodded. “I’m leaving. Goodnight.”

“No, no, wait!” Aerith said, stepping hastily in front of him. “Just hear me out, ok? I know this all probably seems ridiculous to you, but…I can’t stand seeing you so sad, Mr. Valentine. You’re a good person, and you’ve survived through so much. You deserve happiness. You deserve love. And I deserve to see you and Mr. Highwind together.”

“A good person.” His lip curled in a sneer, which was totally lost on Aerith, as it did so behind his collar. “What could possibly have lead you to believe that about me? Do good people live in coffins in the basements of disused bioengineering facilities?”

“They do if they’re trying to protect other people from something. I know your story. What happened to you. And I know all you’ve done is help people, since you went underground. You’re even helping us, now. So…let me help you, a little. Consider it a thank you, for being on the team.”

Vincent withdrew gloomily into his cloak again (like a turtle retracting into its shell, which was far more adorable than he realized or he’d never do it again), and said nothing. But he didn’t say no. The moment he failed to say no, he handed Aerith the reins.

“Great! So excited to get started!” She clapped her hands delightedly and bounced up and down, like a child. “I'll message you tomorrow morning, with the details!”

Vincent sighed heavily. “Alright.”

He was still in a daze, musing on how he’d even gotten into this mess, when he found himself back in his room. It was…something of a relief, to be honest. He had no idea how to ask for help and wouldn’t have accepted it, if it was offered.

But if it was urgently pressed upon him, what choice did he have? He couldn’t hurt Ms. Gainsborough’s feelings, after she’d been so kind as to reach out to him. Aside from Cid, she was the first one in the group to speak directly to him, excluding strictly necessary communication.

Also, he had a sneaking suspicion that this small girl could be scarier than Sephiroth, if she took a mind to, and he had no desire to find out if he was correct.

link to it on my ao3 just in case you want to leave me a nice comment. or a mean one fuck it bring it on

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theskyexists · 10 months

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gundam ep 18, 19 20

didnt want to watch more gundam bc i was so pissed and i didnt think that the writers/narrative were going to treat what they had miorine do to suletta with enough weight.

i start episode 6 after waiting to let myself calm down.good call on my part. but

why the fuk does miorine feel beholden to prospera when prospera didnt do shit lol

miorine’sover the top anger is no longer adorable. it’s just childish and annoying. a sign of her being stupidly out of her depth. the politics are also so ridiculous. is shin sei now miorine’s subsidiary? when did that happen? WHAT IS OWNERSHIP EVEN IN THIS UNIVERSE. DID MIORINE INHERIT SHARES?????????

this was the ONLY way it could go yeah for suletta to think that i guess. but damn im glad i waited

‘ive no intention of fighting you you saved my life’BUT i will insult your friend.

what an idiot. starting to dislike how this is all about literal children

are we punching miorine. we doing this?

so martin got hurt by a mob and they’re like hey why dont u stay behind to protect the base from the mob. lol

miorine never rescinded earth house’s rights to the ship with which they can just dump suletta at her place? ????? god its so japanese

fuck. chuchu is NOT punching miorine? ‘talking things out’? what the fuck. why are we getting all these fun lil group dynamics after something so shit. why are they still working for gundarm at all. ‘WHEN the bullies come back, dont try anything crazy’ literally leaving the hurt member for the bullies to kill iguess. what the fuck

how is this elan so good at fighting he can stop a terrorist pilot witch from stabbing him in the eye

‘i did not expect him to team up with peil’ why the fuck ever not

wow that went fast. suletta didn’t even fight for aerial. god. the most doormat to ever doormat. not even AERIAL. did prospera arrange for suletta to find aerial because eri wanted to see her?

what the fuck dude i mean. why.... WHY.

ok so why didnt eri ever do this before though like - could have talked to her in this mindspace all along. ok so...uh. they dont need the key which is suletta anymore. and...wait. so there were a lot of children. but surely not so many. what with the timeline. but hold on. and score eight, thats when eri doesn’t need a pilot. you’re telling me there was no way of tweaking the software or hardware for the AI inside to take control of the suit. beyond a score 8 datastorm. why the fuck is eri being so nasty to suletta. i thought she cared about her

what the fuck. literally like. what the fck. why would eri do this to her right after miorine did this to her. what even goes on in their minds

simply ejects her into the vacuum of space with limited air supply. ok.....? i mean. and aerial cannot be steered by herself either we were just told so they’re both just in space i guess.

prospera and eri literally just told her: actually use you were also just a cog in a machine that we were using and we dont need anymore bye

???????????????????????????????????why the fuck would eri do that

‘suletta deserves to live freely’

are you fuckign serious. are you fucking serious. really. you’re fucking serious. you are telling me that. prospera and eri care about suletta as well but they just lied to her again and told her they don’t just to let her ‘live freely’.. all these people are completely insane and psychopaths and completely unforgivable. completely fucking insane and unforgivable. the writers just made it worse. i CANNOT forgive this. i literally cannot.

if suletta does not go apeshit i will kill somebody and that somebody will be the whole writing team

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ep 19

let me just say that i saw some ‘oh we all good now’ fanart and i am absolutely not about it. jezus christ.

wow they really skimped on the animation for miorine

suletta is going further and further into a depression spiral and earth house is jus like: hmmm sucks . and the people who love her are like: lol bye better off without us! fuck yoU!!!

this rando side character from a mid-level company who for some reason does the counselling at the school (???) or hijacks it is like a total ......like. player. reallyjust playing around . its great

what IS benerit group’s jurisdiction? is miorine ever gonna see the terrible circumstances that her friends came from? too bad Nika and Chuchu aren’t along to point out: yeah i worked here as a nine year old 12 hours a day lol

who the hell is miorine negotiating with? and why is she going if she doesnt speak for the group. what can she even promise

this spacian and not-elan and nika have been in thisroom for what. a week? and somehow elan is capable of holding her TWICE. how theFUCK is he not dead. his superior male strength apparently. hate this part. its boring. it’s sexist. it’s stupid. but i guess its nice that theyre doing a fucked up emotional bond between the shitty spacian and the shitty earthian bc they’re both gundam pawns

miorine thinks she can get some goodwill for developing prosthetic limbs....(which by all accounts ALREADY EXIST LOL LOOK AT PROSPERA). wow that went surprisingly well. goodthing the guy’s a doctor. and recognised she means well. might be a way to change things etc.

general guy surely must have been responsible for the 1500 earthians disappeared and tortured huh....

god i cant stand the earth house-suletta dynamics. everybody is so annoying. suletta for being her same old self and earth house peeps for being like: oh but just have a meal with us we’re friends :):):):) shut the fuck up

it’s like these writers have never experienced grief at all

oh she just gotta have a nice soup and a cry and a meal with friends. shut the fuckup

‘even when you know it’s not the right way, sometimes it’s the only thing you can do’

uh. no. what? martin didn’t have to sell nika out just bc he was sure she was a terrorist. miorine and eri and prospera didnt have to stab suletta in all the worst places just to ‘set her free’. that like saying: oh i killed a couple of people but eh, meh, eh, so what?i just fucked around abit and now we’re finding out. so it goes!

seriously this kid actually reveals all this shit to guel??? lol!!!!what an idiot!!! these people almost killed you!!! guel doesnt even care enough to get a you a spot in the academy (’you should ask somebody else’WHO GUEL. WHO IS HE GONNA MEET)

this story went far off the rails

this kid just sold out his people’s best chance of becomign indpeendent and free from benerit group. what idiot adult never told this complete dumbass to keep his fucking mouth shut.

prospera. what the FUCK. how is THIS necessary for anything? Eri. Why are you doing this also. Im looking at all the fanart thats like ooooo we all good after ep 22 we a happy family.

Suletta is a psycho. Prospera is a way worse psycho. Miorine is a bitch. Guel is a total bastard. Even Eri is a total psycho.

oh ok it was an excuse to leave miorine behind with no guards at all. LOL. the guards all left and prospera was like byeeeeeeee

the high council (?) (who the fuck are they then) have been funding the earthian ochs earth corporation gundams....ok thats one mystery solved. so why did prospera attack the gundams there. and was there an implications that there are multiple sophies and noreas or were they simply associated in teh system. but also what. they corrupted GUND principles? you care about those prospera?

Miorine seriously has no direct control over her men or gundams? why is she so......DUMB. i know shes only seventeenbut like.

‘oh we didnt give orders’ that is no excuse. check your lines of command. get your goddamn intel directly. there are like three fucking robot pilots. you can speak to them DIRECTLY. now they’re blowing up shit because theyre getting shot at. soldiers and cops are such cowards. oh ill just laserblast everybody. instead of idk. listening to ORDERS and simply evading

‘guel, you’ve defiled her’

what. lol. shaddiq maybe you should have helped her. idk. always being such a stupid dick

‘prospera mercury was onto us.’ ok so he knows that shes destroyed the stored gundams.

aerial did NOT do the only thing she could. in fact, she could have just said: suletta, our mother is a total pschyo, shes going to fuck everyone over just so i can live again. you shouldnt be part of that. with her actual voice

literally.what is this japanese fucking bullshit. it’s like they literally have different neural pathways. like LITERALLY. every anime has this to some extent. where there’s these contrived mantras based on idiotic non-communciation. as though it is impossible to be truthful or straightforward about anything. its better to stab someone than be straightforward.

really hate the tempo, the futility, and most of all the heart of the emotional conflict. it’s fake. it’s extreme. there’s no payoff. and in the end it is unrelated to any of the earthian suffering.

i predict: suletta is not going to go apeshit

chuchu did not punch miorine and will not

prospera and eri will also not get any comeuppance

‘its all my fault. i did this’

uh yeah. because you didn’t prepare. you didn’t consider that everybody had their fingers on the triggers. you didnt control your soldiers. YOUR SOLDIERS. just let the commander fly off. didn’t intervene in communication. didn’t tell the commander that THOSE robots also needed to be disarmed. yeah. people died because you’re an idiot. fuck you

AND MIORINE IS THE ONLY MORALLY INTELLIGENT CHARACTER IN THE WHOLE DAMN SHOW. THE ONLY ONE IN THE ENTIRE SHOW!!!!!!!!! EVERYBODY ELSE IS EITHER EXTREMELY DUMB SELFISH OR MORALLY CORRUPT. UNFORTUNATELY SHE’S ALSO AN IDIOT.

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ep 20

shaddiq is angry at guel for no reason. guel is angry at shaddiq for important reasons like he accidentally killed his dad at the plant quetta incident that shaddiq orchestrated

what is this ‘comedy’ low-stakes shit between martin and these two leftover student council idiots

‘our mobile suit wrecked havoc while we claim to be a medical company’ maybe shouldnt have a mobile suit. ‘even lilique is angry’ WHY AREN’T THEY.

why is earth house so completely apathetic? Miorine kicked suletta to the curb like its nothing. they didnt much care. Miorine seems to have attacked a major Earth city. they dont much care. fucking hell dude lol

he really thinks guel (who is definitely a dumbass) was the one to taint miorine’s name and soul? he KNOWS prospera was behind it. jezus christ. can they just kill each other already. fucking hell. how did the writing tank likethis.

shaddiq deliberaely wants to have the school demolished....

wow those cathedra guys are terrabad at responding to attacks and protecting civilians

how does shaddiq knowthat. right bc he has connections with. ok its a way to freak him out but cmong guel. SHADDIQ SET THAT UP ACCUSE HIM OF THAT RIGHT NOW. didnt

the weird thing about the gundam fights is why their conversations are always boosted from enemy to enemry to the entire fuckign public

comms just said: dont get involved leave it to security

house jeturk instantly sends out a student. who almost got killed last time. didnt even lift campus restrictions. SURELY thats a single fucking switch

Burion House doesnt have a single pilot with them in the bunker ?

chuchu really going for Nika right now? Martin the rat stopping her and asking Nika to help out? after ratting her out? my god

Nika: ‘this is all my fault’ what the ever living fuck are you talking about. what arrogance

shaddiq was hoping guel would protect miorine from all this shit but he didn’t i mean fair enough. guel is such a fail-man

shaddiq is for sure not. and his idea is pretty good. too bad he keeps having people murdered left and right. if he’d simply ordered his people in dawn of the fold to help miorine out but noooo

ah he wanted spacian losses at asticassia to poke the league....but....then why was he running for president. and also. surely he hasn’t been able to transfer many of the assets yet. just grassley’s

i like how norea’s grief is fuckin realhere alright

wow elan doing his: i hold your arms so you cant hit me move here again. even works in mobile suit form. lol

yap. norea too. i mean. who can care about suletta or miorine or fuckin guel when sophie and norea be imploding right here. the war oprhans, the exploited unprivileged drafted children.they’re mercilessly mowed down by the ‘good guys’ cathedra. who’ve been doing that shit for twenty years.

I HATE earth house lol

i also hate suletta. dont like her shounen shit anymore which isnt shounen shit anymore. thats because all of this is just so.....who cares.who cares. truly who cares.

thing is. this show really likes to do dramatic moments but all the dramaticmoments this past season have not been satisfying. they have been really frustrating narratively. shaddiq and prospera and miorine and the league all fucking shit up. miorine really SHOULD have chosen shaddiq it turns out. they might have actually made a good pair, if shaddiq had been truthful at all

suletta isnt gonna do shit about earth. she really doesnt give a fuck. miorine is too stupid to do anything about it. guel ABSOLUTELY is. and everybody else is infinitely dumb

to be honest, why did prospera destory earth ochs gundams when it destroyed miorine’s chances of becoming president. unless she didnt need quiet zero after all. but then why bother with her AT ALL

#i really cant with these kids anymore #oh nooooo i made an oopsie now people are dead.... : / oh no....#mio is gonna go through some angst #then get better #fuck off #im so done with these characters #suletta isnt even gonna hold it against them #my stuff #vidi #gundam

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polyamorouspunk · 1 year

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If anyone ever feels like I got mad at them unfairly, there’s a GOOD chance I did but I’m just so worked up from dealing with idiots online in general (the constant wave of terfs in my inbox, years of messages telling me to kill myself, etc.) that I’m going to take it out on you. I’m not proud of it and it’s something I am working on but it’s also just a fact. Like yeah I have BPD. Guess what that means. I lose friends to having anger issues all the time. Clearly none I couldn’t live without. But the people who understand that about me and accept it *do* tend to stick around. So I’m also not “hopeless” and “driving away anyone who cares about me” or whatever. Like you follow someone with BPD expect them to have symptoms. And I’m really not trying to excuse my actions in any way shape or form. If you don’t have a scary mental illness then you do not know what it’s like. I’ve quite literally threatened to kill people and I’ve had people I live with lock their doors at night because they thought I was going to kill them. Like trust me this isn’t fun this isn’t a “well I’m just like this so deal lol” this is a “hey yeah I have a current mental illness that has severe symptoms and when I run a blog that’s very personal and I post a lot of personal stuff on, it’s going to slip through sometimes”. I’m not saying anything like “this is the real me, an evil monster!” Or like “oh look this is the kind of person he REALLY is” but like. There’s a reason why my brain did a split and cut off the anger issues and all that rage and garbage and put them HERE and not on @unorthodoxsavvy. So I could keep that blog a pure and happy place and use this blog as an outlet for the anger I do have. And that’s great because that’s what makes it a good pink blog but yeah sometimes that anger is directly unfairly! For sure! I’m not perfect and if you give me a few hours after having an episode chances are I’m gonna be like “wow that was really hypocritical of me to say” or “wow that was really unfair” but like when I am balls deep in a BPD episode there’s a good chance I’m going to take anything negative as an attack when I’m sometimes getting messages you guess don’t end up seeing that are attacks or I’m remembering the past when I have gotten them. Brain is infallible. You might say “hey that wasn’t a direct attack on you” and I might be like oops sorry brain was in “everything is an attack on you” mode because that’s how BPD works. Once again not an excuse I’m just saying like hey that’s how it works. Give me a little bit of time to cool off and go do something and I might be able to come back and apologize and be like “wow that WAS shitty, you’re right, I’m sorry” and mean it instead of me just covering my ass etc.

#at the end of the day this blog was always an outlet for my anger at it’s core remember that #it was made as a space for me to be angry first above all else

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nutria--oscura · 5 months

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me? listening to an ep when it comes out rather than hours later? a rare occasion for sure (shit's gonna go down isn't it?)

~spoilers for s2 ep47~

"crunchy munchy refuge"? HENRY'S BACK? PLEASE

"they must deal with the loss of a team member" WELL- YEA. THEY BETTER TALK ABOUT IT

hi um... what song is this? why? oh- no reason... not sobbing at all [screams]

we did it boys... Hermie finally got his show stopping number, his final performance, the entire cold open to himself.

"this same podcast dungeons and dragons" PART ?? OF WILL SAYING IT DND INSTEAD OF DNDADS (it makes me giggle so much every time)

every time Matt opens Link's fact by reminding everyone that the teens are spouses, it returns to me the life Anthony takes away whenever he hurts Hermie

OOOOOO PROPS? Love Will bringing in the props- THE LOVERS? REVERSED LOVERS- OH SHITTTTT

loving the energy in the room

oh? Lark and Sparrow are with them?

OH YEAH- NORMAL WASN'T CONSCIOUS OH SHIT-

HIDE HERMIE??? YEA LISTEN TO SCARY, DON'T TOUCH HIM-

idiots- the lot of the- WAIT WHAT- ANTHONY

OH NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Lark just trying to leave-

Normal doesn't see Hermie? wow, ok, i'm already crying- ok

LARK AND SPARROW FUCK OFF- LET HIS SAY BYE-

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK F U C K K K K

"this heaven has one less spouse, but heaven has one more angel" I love Hermie but, that boy is not going to heaven

Anthony sounded so inspired when he said "garages" I aspire to be that inspired in my life lol

Hi Will, let Normal go feral please :) Merci <3

NORMAL CASTS COMMAND

ELDRITCH BLAST ON THE DOOR

YES FREDDIE FUCK YEA

"I want to pull the pin on one of them and then throw the whole box at them" to that I raise you, wasn't it Darryl who threw the ENTIRE bag of beans in s1? Wilsons and throwing full containers of dangerous stuff, I tell ya-

"the shrapnel does a cool, like right over my eyebrow? y'know, cool scar, y'know?" SCAR SCAR SCAR SCAR ON LINKKK

Pennies? NAT 1 NOOOOO

"they haven't made pennies in years Normal" oKAY

GENTLE REPOSEEE

FUCK

NORMAL AND THE NAT FUCKING 1S JEEZ-

I just saw 2 ppl's names who are coming up and i am now so terrified-

ANTHONY NO PLEA- THAT'S THE SEGUAY? HOLY SHIT

how did I fucking know that that would be the knock- whAT?

Henry has a portal to old earth?

jumping = falling upward

Oakvale? man with bracele- iS THAT BARRY?

why does he have old Erin O'Neil's voice

HENRYYYYYYY HENRY HENRY HENRY HENRYYYY!

ok. who said Henry would be like "i'm still alive cause of my healthy vegan lifestyle" to the other dads? i'm giving you a pat on the head and a cookie

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SEX FURNITURE? yea, ok.

MERCEDES IS DEAD? NOOOOOO (the second Will said "jar of Mercedes Oak-Garcia's ashes" I dropped my phone-) WHY IS TIME PROGRESSING IN THIS PODCAST ABOUT GENERATIONAL TRAUMA AND HOW IT CAN EFFECT PEOPLE OVER TIME AGHHHHH-

"can you go wait outside" oH NOOOOOO

HERMIE ARCANA CHECK- FUCKING 3- WILL CHANGE YOUR DICE PLEASE GOD NO

FUCK NO NO NO N O O O

"if none of you guys can help him and none of you guys understand how this works then we gotta go to the one guy who can!" THE WAY I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUCKING SEAT WHEN WILL SIAD THT- SCAM ACTUALLY IS BACK TOOO BOIS

YOU TELL THEM NORM. YOU FUCKING TELL THEM

Scary's voice- oh gosh-

THE SIMPSONS?

"I'm here when it's sad, I'm here when it's fun. Did somebody do something to my son?" NEW SCAM OPENING RHYME AHHHHHH

SCAM ACTUALLY ACTUALLY CARES

"he's just a goof, goofs never die" WHAT IF I DIE?

NO SOUL?

hey, Anthony. fuck you <3 /j well... /hj

YES NORMAL PUNCH HIM (can you guys tell i love scam?)

"bad girl, i'm a bad girl i do what needs to be done. sometimes people fuck with my friends and i fuck with them back"

"you feel like home for some reason" WHAT IF I CRY?

TELL HIM SCARY- OH NOOOOO

one thing i have learned is when Will's character(s) start crying, i cry. and well... Normal's crying, and gUESS WHAT?

OH GODDDD THE TWO-FACE TREE FOR OUR TWO-FACE BOY-

NORMAL AND HENRY <333

THE SEX CANDLES-

HENRY'S FAVOURITE SHOW IS BACK!

THE EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH OF THE EP GEEZ

CHAPARRAL ON 3? OH SHI- yeaaaa

THE SUN IS BACKKKK

"Normal goes to the sort of fresh mound of earth, where Hermie is buried, and he kneels and he says, 'I liked you too.' He puts his hand on the dirt and he says, 'goodnight sweet prince.'" OH GOD OH FUCK- I LITERALLY COLLAPSED ON THE GROUND AND WHEN I GOT UP SLIPPED AND SLID DOWN THE WALL FROM CRYING- OH GEEZ- "GOODBYE SWEET PRINCE, SWEET PRINCE" OH GOSH-

WE'RE DOING THE MEMORIES NOW???? GOD-

i'm sorry- they're teaching Hero AND NORMAL

DADDIES HQ

FREDDIE WITH THE SAVE- OH CMON ANTHONY-

what. the. fuck.

NO. DON'T END ON NORMAL BEING YELLED AT. FOR THE SAKE OF MY MENTAL HEALTH DON'T. PLEASE-

love that Normal at 6 years old had the intelligence to lock the door. no one at daddies hq did that. like, the door was unlocked when Normal got there

In conclusion:

HERMIE NOOOOO-

#HEAD IN MY HANDS #fuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk #this. episode. is. giving. me. so. much. emotional. whiplash.#dndads spoilers #dndads #whispers of the raine #edit: cant believe i forgot the in conclusion #that's like this things whole brand (imo)#other than being essentially a giant shitpost that is #anyway #time to go study for my psychology test tomorrow

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i've been stewing on this all day (i.e. word vomiting into my multiple succession group chats and into my gf's ear in real life) and i need to get it out so here it is. 800+ words of unedited finale predictions and reasoning under the cut LOL

i want to preface this by saying i was greg neutral in seasons 1-2 and a greg hater since season 3 and i have always thought people who've been saying since the beginning that he'll end up on top were deeply unserious lol. for seasons 1-3, imagining that endgame would only have been the punchline of a corny joke because his character at that time was a) mainly comedic, and b) one of the few "innocent" characters with morals and ideals (as in the scene where he tells tom he doesn't want to work at ATN because he's "against racism"). for the vast majority of the show he has been too decent, too goofy, and too easily dismissed for him to realistically wind up on top.

as many have noted greg has been particularly useless and detestable this season and has no more fun plot lines and i honestly could never figure out why but now i think it makes narrative sense. because it's only at first glance that he's been a useless do-nothing this season - what he's really been doing is cozying up to power like never before and getting more conniving and evil with every episode! that's why we've been looking around and thinking man, greg really fucking sucks these days. it's been happening under our noses. he's become absolutely corrupt with power, he'll fire hundreds of people and feel no remorse, he "looks like he cares but he doesn't" - all of these things needed to happen in order for him to be a suitable character to end up CEO. and now he's got a very deliberate in with matsson, who both likes greg and is in need of an american CEO who will be an easy puppet. his stupidity and pliability used to discredit the notion of him as CEO, but now it's the thing that makes it perfect because he's exactly the kind of person matsson needs. shiv is too willful and too pregnant, and narratively she needs to get fucked over by matsson just like kendall and roman got fucked over by mencken. AND, narratively greg needs to not remain irrelevant this season. otherwise people will look back and be like, wtf did they do with greg? why was he even there? the only way it will make sense for him to have become so shafted and unlikable this season is if he winds up CEO. plus we need payoff for the complete 180 he did in matsson's esteem, going from the inbred habsburg fuck to "hey sexy" !?!

i also think that pre-season 4 the idea of greg as CEO was not only a joke but completely at odds with the tone of the show, which is a tragedy and was always going to end in tragedy. but now, CEO greg IS a tragedy, imo, about the different ways in which power corrupts… the poison doesn't just drip through via family and abuse, it can also be willingly drunk, people who were relatively healthy to begin with can still become sick with it! no one is immune.

i used to think it was obviously going to be kendall doing the whole winning-the-crown-oh-but-at-what-cost thing, idiot with his hollow crown never breaking the cycles etc etc etc. the writers and actors referencing richard III in relation to this season has been a big hint pointing at that. but kendall got what he wanted early on in the season, such that the hollow crown thing has been characterizing the whole season this entire time. it feels too obvious now for that to continue to be the case through the finale. i think instead it's going to be like, he did get what he wanted at the cost of his soul, yes (the perfect example being the dissolution of his relationship with his children as a direct result of his helping mencken win the election), but ultimately it didn't last and he got fucked over again in the end. like, the only punishment worse than kendall selling his soul for the throne is him selling his soul for what is ultimately nothing!

ultimately the three siblings will still win-but-lose, just not the way we thought. now instead of winning-but-oh-at-what-cost, they'll lose both the crown AND everything they sacrificed to get it. thus they are left rightfully miserable, but maybe just maybe by not becoming CEO they still ultimately won? do you see what i'm saying? they don't make it out of the cycles over the course of the show, none of them are the final girl (that's connor), and we will never see them thrive outside of waystar, but them being out of the company at the end means there's a possible version of the future in which they become better. win but lose! we just won't know if it'll actually pan out that way bc the show will be fucking over.

one last thing i'm thinking about is that if greg winds up CEO, logan's penciled "greg?" comment suddenly becomes incredibly sick foreshadowing. ok i'm done now

#good lord

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Are we not Engaged? Part 5

Spoilers under the cut

-Dragon loli Azura is getting attacked by Corrupted.

-She’s looking for her sister. Alear 100%

-What does getting Sommie to max joy do anyways? Oh well, making the littler bugger happy is fun XD

-Alear Yunaka C: I can’t stop hearing Ahri when Yunaka talks lol. “I’ve merc’d a time or two,” okay that was legitimately nice word play. Honestly, I like Yunaka most when she slips into killer mode when she scores crits. I’m probably trying to read too deep into her, but I’m curious where her real self starts and ends.

-Louis Yunaka C: Louis gives her tea. What is it with Firenans and tea. Louis asks Yunaka about her family, Yunaka kinda dodges the question and Louis tactfully withdraws. Not much happens here, but I suspect we’re building to something.

-Citrinne uses big hurty lightning \o/

-Celine Louis C: T E A. Celine likes to smell her tea. Louis knows where special tea is and Celine’s excited.

-Alcryst Citrine C: Citrine’s training, Alcryst praises her for it. She’s upset about not being strong enough for some reason.

-Hmm, seems I can’t actually take master seals into battle, that’s interesting.

-On to Brodia castle and chapter 8.

-Oh wow, Brodia castle looks even harder to take than Firene castle.

-Diamant is coming to greet us, hopefully he doesn’t take a shot at us or try to start an international incident.

-There’s something off-puting about Diamant’s eyes.

-Morion’s voice actor is terrible.

-Diamant apparently argues with Morion not to leave the castle. What, is he not capable of defending himself in this kingdom of might? Also the game actually froze in the middle of Morion’s dialogue for a bit, I never had that happen in Three Houses.

-It happened again lol.

-Morion just tosses Roy’s ring at Diamant, wtf... I know I’m supposed to see him as good-hearted and friendly, but he’s just acting like a another doofus.

-Here’s Roy. Thank god his summoning tune wasn’t a remix of Beyond the Fucking Sky. Or at least not one I recognized.

-Oh hey, here Ivy. “She’s dodging all our wyverns’ attacks.” We’ll see if that translates to gameplay lol.

-Ivy’s gonna take my life and my soul. Oh boy, more edgy cliches. At least she’s not as annoying as Hortensia. Oh she’s actually remorseful.

-Oohhh, the Sage Lord was Leif.

-Oh christ I already don’t like Amber.

-Citrinne got a Constance level! \o/ Oh well, with her meh base speed she might as well quadruple-down on poking. Besides, I have Celine when I need a monster-fast mage (17 speed roflmao)

-Etie’s decision to just really really stupid strong worked out when she dealt Zelkov a crushing 22 damage with a crappy Longbow, lol.

-Zelkov is like he's trying to be Hubert but he doesn't realize part of the charm is Hubert just embraces who he is and also takes it out for a romantic evening. At least he’s not lacking in noticeable character traits like Kagetsu.

-”With this ring, nothing and no-one will take me down.” They all say that. Then I send Celine after them.

-We got Leif \o/

-”Emblem of Genealogy” I really fucking hate how Leif is representing Genealogy Gen 2 rather than Thracia.

-”How could I have failed,” you flew straight into an ambush.

-Wait, did we just let Ivy leave???

-King Hyacinth is trying to challenge Morion into combat.

-Morion is toss around death flags like crazy. No idea why Diamant is so afraid when Brodia has been at war with Elusia for ages.

-Diamant is boring as shit as a character. Morion’s supposed to be jolly and fun but he’s just an idiot.

-Finally we reference whether or not Alear can turn into a dragon. She absolutely will before the end.

-Oh my god, Catherine’s alive and she got old and came to Brodia!!!

-Celine Alear B: TEA. Seems bandits are attacking tea trade routes. What is it with Firenans and tea. Eve is sending Celine after the bandits because... she knows the most about tea? What? Alear asks what she’ll do, Celine says she’ll “drive them off with pranks”. Celine, you’re like my best soldier, just go kill them all \o/ Celine laments that real life isn’t so fanciful, then she raises things to 11 by saying she’ll do whatever it takes to protect her people. I mean I have her burn my foes to death easily but eh.

-Oh nice this game carries over Echoes’s weapon transformation system. Except unlike Echoes it gives you materials at better than a drip-feet.

-Framme Chloe A: Oh my god, it’s still the same scene. Framme accidentally gave Chloe a sandwich of fried bugs. This is literally just their B support being repeated!

-Celine Etie B: T E A. Turns out Alfred almost died when he was young and Celine had to toughen up because of it. Etie’s hand is still trembling. Oh she’s using her weird weighted teacups again. Celine’s handled cannonballs???

Celine Alcryst C: Celine’s out late because she can’t sleep. She admits to having recurring nightmares due to lingering trauma of when Alfred was sickly, Alcryst says he fears Diamant dying too. This one was legitimately a good support convo, it’s like something from 3H.

-Citrine Clanne C: Citrinne bugs me, she’s trying to be a refined mature lady but she’s got the same babyface as the other girls. Clanne’s trying to help a withered wildfowe, Citrinne is pleased for it. I think this has something to do with her obsession with getting stronger.

-Oohh, gold corrupted. I wanna see what that’s all about.

-Oh no, the fog of war is back.

-Alear Alcryst C: Alear almost gets ambushed... by a wolf. Alcryst asks the wolf to leave Alear alone... and then begs it to leave... This is worse than anything Bernadetta ever did.

-I began a relay just now. Later I shall see what the ignorant masses achieve with my incredible Louis, Celine, and Chloe.

-Celine Alcryst B: Turns out Morion stupidly made Alcryst worry that his father and brother will die. Alcryst goes to check Diamant whenever he’s woken by his nightmares. They pledge to support each other.

-Alcryst Diamant C: They’re sparring. Diamant is mostly trying to help out Alcryst’s mindset, but Alcryst is stubbornly pessimistic. It ends on Alcryst wondering if Diamant has any weaknesses.

-Alcryst Lapis C: Alcryst vows to protect Lapis because he thinks he’s worthless, but it makes Lapis really uncomfortable.

-Vander Amber C: Vander is devoted and stuff, Amber’s stupidly looking for a legendary weapon he thinks might be at the Somniel because he’s Amber and he’s stupid. Vander tells Amber he needs to make a weapon legendary by becoming legendary.

That’s all for now, next will be chapter 9.

#fire emblem engage #spoilers

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two idiots in love — y.jw ★ part two !

synopsis. chou y/n's mom suddenly passes and she now has to run her floral shop that's halfway across town. alongside, she has to give up attending her dream school and become a student at hybe university and meets yang jungwon; who ends up becoming a regular at the floral shop.

pairings. softball player!jungwon x florist fem!reader

genre. strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, mutual pining, this is a series lol

status. ongoing

you and heejin arrived at be:lift café, looking around to see if you could spot jungwon. you soon saw him waving at you from a table across the room. you and heejin walked towards the table and sat in the empty seats that were left.

“hi! i’m glad you guys made it. y/n, these are my teammates; heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon, sunoo, and riki” he introduced. all of his friends greeted you kindly with nice smiles. “nice to meet all of you! this is my bestfriend, heejin” heejin waved at all of them, calmly saying ‘hi’ to everyone.

“so, jungwon tells us you’re new. what made you wanna attend hybe?” one of the boys who you remembered as jake asked. “well- this school wasn’t originally my first option. i had no other choice but to come here, to cut a long story short” you shrugged.

jake nodded and all of you continued chatting. you were glad that it wasn’t so awkward. you were worried that making friends would be hard but it suprisingly wasn’t.

it seemed like you and heejin had been at this café for hours and it was soon time for everyone to part ways. jungwon’s friends bid their goodbyes but jungwon stayed back.

“y/n!” you turn to see jungwon behind you. “yeah?” you replied. “i had fun today, i hope my friends weren’t too annoying” he smiled. “i did too, and don’t worry you’re friends are so nice” you told him. “okay good, i hope we can do this again sometime”

“me too, see you later” you smiled before walking off. “bye jungwon!” heejin exclaimed as you dragged her behind you.

— ★ —

the next day passes quickly, and you and heejin are back at the shop. “thank you for buying, hope your girlfriend likes them!” heejin smiled, waving off the previous customer.

“yah! y/n! i’m ready to switch. come take front desk” heejin shouts. you roll your eyes and head up front. “sick of being up here already?” you question, arms crossed. “yes! socializing is so much work!” heejin groans. god this girl was something else.

“well i’m here now, you can head to the back and take a break” you patted her shoulder and she was off as soon as you finished your sentence.

not long after, someone is walking through the door again.

and that someone happened to be jungwon.

“jungwon, hi!” you greeted. “hey y/n” he smiled. “so, what can i help you with today?” you asked. “need some decoration for my dorm” he shrugged. “ah okay, so you looking for something more simple?” you asked. he nodded.

“alrighty, follow me”

jungwon gladly followed, watching you scan throught flowers thaf might work. “okay, here! these are just your average lavenders. they’re simplistic but still very pretty. i can put these in a smaller vase unless you're looking for a bigger batch?” you offered.

“a small batch is fine, these are perfect” you smiled and nodded before heading back and arranging everything for him. he was busy looking at all the flowers until you rung the small bell at the front desk.

“here you are, that’ll be $7.45” you told him. he payed and watched you count the cash so you could give him the change.

jungwon had seen you up close before, but it wasn’t until now that he realized how pretty you were. you had pretty long hair, a cute nose, and a beauty mark above your lip. jungwon didn't even realize he had zoned out until he heard you repeating his name.

“jungwon? hello? your change?” you repeated. “huh? oh! sorry about that, but keep the change” he told you. “jungwon, no. take the change” you chuckled. “y/n keep the-” jungwon was cute off by you taking his hand and basically forcing the left over cash into his hand, closing his hand after.

“take. your. change.” you told him. “but-” “no buts! take it!” you exclaimed. “fine, but you're keeping it next time” he told you. “sure.. whatever you say” he chuckled softly before thanking you once again.

“see you in class, y/n” he said. “see you, jungwon” you waved him off and then he was gone.

“oh my god! what the hell was that?” you heard from behind you. you rolled your eyes before turning to face heejin. “what are you talking about?” you asked, raising your eyebrow at her.

“oh don’t play coy with me! he was totally staring at you! and you forcing the money into his hand? my god y/n, when did you become such a flirt?” heejin teased. “i was not flirting” you pouted.

“you may not have done it on purpose, but you were totally flirting. and you can’t deny that he was staring! you even had to snap him out of that little trance he was in” heejin pushed, poking your arm playfully.

“heejin stop. he was probably just daydreaming” you shrugged. “yeah- daydreaming about you!” heejin exclaimed. “aren’t you supposed to be on break?” you asked, making an attempt to change the topic.

“whatever, you're blushing anyways” she smirked before heading back to the back. you quickly opened your phone camera and was suprised to see that you were, in fact, blushing.

god, why is she always right??

— ★ —

“alright class! simmer down, we have a project!” the teacher announces, causing all the students to groan. “oh boohoo! anyways, you’ll be working with a partner-” the teacher is caught off by students cheering and celebrating.

“don't get excited, i'm picking your partners. for this project, you and your partner will have to do a presentation and go in depth about one of the many human emotions” the teacher continues.

the teacher explains further and begins to read out the partner.

“heejin and jake!”

“eunwoo and jia!”

“karina and beomgyu”

the list went on and on, you kind of forgot how large this class was.

“lastly, y/n and jungwon! i hope you're all at least somewhat okay with these partnerships. the project will be due and must be presented in 3 weeks” after that, the class in dismissed. heejin meets you at the door, poking your arm teasingly.

“have fun” she smirks. “don’t start, heejin” you scoffed. “you're so easy to bother” heejin chuckles, pinching your cheeks. you swat her hands away.

“heejin!” you both hear jake call. “i gotta go, text me!” heejin waves you goodbye before heading towards where jake was. you were about to walk off when u felt a hand on your shoulder.

“what the- oh! hi jungwon” you smiled. “hey! i just wanted to come and ask for your number. you kneo, the project?” he asked. “oh, of course” he handed you his phone and you typed your number in. “here, just text me a good time to meet up” you told him.

“will do, talk later?” you nodded before heading out.

— ★ —

it was now the weekend and you were currently chilling in your dorm with heejin. “first week didn’t go too bad, huh?” heejin asked. “yeah, i was expecting to hate this place but i’m not complaining much” you shrugged. “that’s great, you're adjusting well and i’m so proud of you” heejin smiled.

“aw thank you, jin!” you pretended to wipe away invisible tears. “way to ruin the moment, asshat!” heejin laughs, slapping your shoulder. you were about to reply when your phone went off.

“who is it?” heejin asked, sitting up and looking over your shoulder. “jungwon” heejin instantly began teasing you and all you heard were childish “ouuu’s” coming from behind you.

“move!” you laughed, pushing her away.

jungwon

hey y/n! you busy rn?

y/n

nope, not at all

jungwon

you free to meet up? wanna get an early start yk?

y/n

of course, where did you want to meet?

jungwon

maybe the local library? in about 15 minutes?

y/n

that’s fine, i’ll see you in 15 :D

jungwon

see you in 15 :)

“you're leaving me already?” heejin spoke, fake pouting at you. “don’t do that, i’ll be back later. why don’t you make plans with jake?” you asked while getting yourself ready.

“i guess i could- but i’m lazy” she groaned. “you’ll be just fine, i’m not that fun” you chuckled, packing up your bag. “that is true” heejin joked. you glared at her before flicking her forehead.

“yah! asshole!” she yelped, rubbing her forehead. all you could do was laugh before grabbing your keys and bidding your bestfriend goodbye and heading off to the library.

let’s see how this goes :))

— ★ author’s note: i kinda left this off on a cliffhanger and i’m sorry! but i promise that the next chapter will he longer :(( anyways, tysm for the support on chapter one ?!?! i’m glad you guys are enjoying it sm !

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #iuwonys #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #jungwon fluff #jungwon imagines #jungwon fic

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