#(or whether they should try to save him even if it might be impossible and will just get them killed)

[whetstonefires]

See I don't necessarily disagree with what seems to be the primary reading that Yue Qingyuan's shifu fucked him over, caring nothing for his needs or preferences and only for whether he was useful. That makes sense, it ties into plenty of the generational and societal themes of the story. It fits.

But iirc we don't actually get enough information to know that's what happened.

And the thing is it would be so in-character and also thematically appropriate if Yue Qingyuan absolutely did not explain his goals or why he was working so hard, because it was private and shameful and he didn't expect any sympathy, and there was a high risk of losing everything if he blabbed.

And also if he engaged with the existing ruleset with which he was presented, i.e. 'can't go off on your own on personal business until you've mastered your sword,' in the most negative and controlling manner possible, as absolute commandments.

He's a different kind of guy but he comes from the same background as Shen Jiu! It fucked him up also!

He is very very very not a guy who trusts the system to make allowances for him--even once he has all the power he 'does what he wants' and 'makes selfish choices' as a conscious transgression; not something he has a right to do, just something he can get away with so he's gonna. (And ofc he spends almost all the latitude he grants himself on sqq.)

And even less is he a guy who opens up easily.

He isn't too proud to ask for help or pity, so much as he just doesn't expect to get any.

So in this interpretation, he understood that rule as a non-negotiable barrier in his path, the target to overcome, and focused all his considerable will and talent on overcoming it through the sphere of action he felt he had control over.

And fucked himself up bad.

Whereupon his teacher, possessing absolutely no context for this dumb shit their star pupil pulled, did the only thing they thought might work to save his life, paying in the process no attention to the raving of someone deep in a psychotic break.

Like, I feel like there should have been a better, kinder medical option, but I don't know for sure that there was, so I can't say with certainty this was the kind of cruelty that derives from not caring enough.

And it really would be kind of elegant and so typical of Yue Qingyuan's fundamental tragedy if the real mistake was 'not confiding in anybody' the whole time.

And he was just so deeply sunk into the understanding that explaining and asking were useless that, even looking back, it never really occurred to him that maybe his mistake wasn't 'fucking it up when trying too hard to solve everything on his own' but 'assuming there was no help to be had, and that he had to do it all on his own.'

Like. What if this really could all have been avoided if he'd just trusted and communicated with the adult in charge of him? But of course, of course his history of trauma (neglect, child abuse, exploitation, being the One Responsible for the younger kids whom he could not keep safe) meant he was absolutely not going to do that.

It was basically impossible. For the person he was, the person the world had made of him. And that's always been the core tragedy the whole novel circles back upon.

People can only ever be themselves, and so very often the elements of self that let them survive until now are that which dooms them, that means they need someone else to intervene if they're ever going to be saved. Because your personal doom is always the thing from which you can't save yourself.

#hoc est meum #JUST LIKE SHEN JIU #yue qingyuan #svsss #scum villain #meta #trauma #ambiguous backstory elements #tragedy #growing into your deathmask #the fact that shen jiu got in #and got promoted #tends to imply the former generation wasn't particularly inflexible #or unwilling to entertain deviance #the fact that yqy got made Sect Leader #despite his disability #suggests his teacher valued him #on a personal level #though not necessarily a level that gave a shit #about his happiness or wellbeing #but we srsly do not know

[gyuranhae]

Oppa | (dino smut)

Pairing: BadBoy!Dino X Reader Synopsis: You should not even be friends with your brother's best friend. But it felt so good to tease Lee Chan about his need to be called oppa. Genre: smut Word Count: 5.6K Warning: HUGE MASSIVE EXTREME GIGANTIC OPPA KINK FROM DINO'S SIDE. protected sex. masturbation (f). teasing. dirty talk. praise. name calling (whore, slut). oral (f receiving). squirting. petnames (doll, pretty, baby). degradation. some level of possessiveness. pretty romantic smut. jeonghan smokes and dino drinks. Tag: - A/N: I could say that I'm sorry but I'm not I fucking love this one. also i'm a sucker for mullet dino

"C'mon, don't get so mad, oppa" You said, a large grin spread across your face "That grumpy look doesn't fit your handsome face" If looks could kill, you would have been dead long time ago, or maybe now, giving that Lee Chan looked through you as if he wanted to burn a hole in your skull. And he wanted badly. 

"Will you ever call me in the proper way without making it sound like I'm a joke to you?" He clenched his teeth, opening the beer can with rather force and gulping down hard on the burning liquid. 

"Who says you aren't a joke to me?" You smiled, earning a violent cough from Dino as he choked hard on his drink. You were the most impossible, insufferable, annoying, persistent, bratty person Chan had ever met. You were mean to him for no other reason than being funny, and he hated that he couldn't pay back. He always claimed he couldn't because you were his best friend's little sister, that he would never do anything because Jeonghan might kill him. You half wished it was true, and half wished it was because he liked you and tolerated your behavior for the sake of love. He cleaned his mouth on his shirt, breathing heavily as his patience was running out very quickly. 

"Good to know you see someone older as a joke" He sounded serious, and you wanted to die out of laughter "Good to know that respect is the least of your concerns" He tapped the counter, looking back with almost fire in his eyes as his anger boiled his insides with rage. You could see his tense jaw. 

"Oh please, I save respect for those who deserve it" You smirked, knowing you just had hit the sore spot. Earning it. Dino was known for being more than just competitive, for earning his spot on your brother's bike gang. He was known for doing anything to earn what had to earn, whether it would be money, respect or some random girl he found pretty. You weren't jealous, no. You could see the red rising on his skin, his fingers gripping back on his hand as he clenched his jaw even more, sharp eyes almost cutting you with his gaze. 

"Oh… So I don't deserve your respect, Y/N?" His voice dropped an octave, and you could feel your legs pressing against each other. Thank god the counter covered your figure from the waist down "Interesting… It appears like I'm going to have to show you how deserving of your respect I am" 

"Maybe" You shrugged, sounding uninterested on his offer to earn you "I guess you could show off how amazing you are and try to get me impressed so I can finally call you oppa without wanting to laugh" Your smirk was almost as annoying as your brothers, almost as punchable as Jeonghan's devilish smile. To Dino, it was more "Your need for my respect is… what do they call it? Ah! Cute" 

“Cute?!” Before any of you could do anything, the door of the kitchen opened with one motion, well, with one kick as your brother entered the room, cigar in the corner of his mouth and two other dudes behind him. Seungcheol and Joshua, you knew everyone in his gang at that point. Dino adjusted his posture, bowing in a 90º angle towards Jeonghan, making you chuckle lightly “Sir Jeonghan” The politeness that dripped from his voice almost made you laugh out loud, if it wasn’t for the fact that it made Jeonghan laugh out loud. 

“Sir Jeonghan? Do you think I’m like fifty five or something? You can call me hyung, kid” Your brother slapped Chan in the back, making his whole body jolt forward as the younger one gave him an embarrassed smile. Turning his whole body towards you, Jeonghan took the cigarette off of his mouth, putting it out on the little trail on the corner of the counter you were currently in “We’ll be gone for like, some hours. I’m leaving you some money and if you need anything…” Jeonghan slapped Dino’s back again, the clear pain being visible on the boy’s face “Lee Chan won’t hesitate to come right to your service, right Chan?” Your brother’s smile was as sarcastic as it could get. 

“Y-Yeah, I’ll come right away…” He sounded embarrassed, as if he wasn't almost shouting at you like two minutes ago.

“Yeah, that’s all. You know the drill, just doing some races for the money. I’ll be back before four AM. Let’s go guys” Jeonghan gave you a tight hug and handed you the cash, indicating the door to the others as he pulled another cigarette from his pocket, ready to light. You and Dino exchanged looks, his filled with rage, yours filled with excitement. He couldn’t help but mouth “I’ll kill you when I come back” before leaving, making you giggle like a child. 

-

You were extremely tempted, Dino’s number on your screen looking more delectable than ever. One move and you would cause Chan’s temper to burst out of rage, you knew how much he loved to be on those races, along with your brother’s gang, the feeling of being on a motorbike, speeding up and earning money from doing so. You knew he would never forgive you for taking away the experience of finally feeling like he belonged somewhere, even if the older one’s teased him all the time. You grunted, frustrated that your morals and stupid heart were speaking louder than your head, not letting you call Lee Chan and ruin his night. It was not your fault that you liked his company, even if ninety percent of the time he was annoyed by you.

Throwing your phone to the side, you jumped on the bed, laying spread as you stared at the ceiling, sighing loudly. You just couldn’t get him out of your head. His slicked back mullet, a hair strain that always seemed to fall on his exposed forehead, his strong eyebrows that furrowed everytime he got concentrated on something, his lip piercing that every now and then would get caressed by his tongue as he licked his lips. You were obsessed with the way he dressed too, you swore you never saw someone as stylish as him, his leather jackets and tank tops making your head spin in circles. And how could you forget the way he looked when he was on top of his motorbike? Gloved hands gripping on the handles, the way he took off his helmet, hair always a bit sweaty from the adrenaline of running around. Dino was a walking temptation to you, and it was even harder because he was your older brother’s friend, which meant he was off limits. 

Lost in your thoughts, you failed to miss the way your hand automatically traveled south, diving inside your pajama shorts and panties, fingertips lightly rubbing your sensitive clit, a soft moan escaping your lips as you closed your eyes and thought of the one you loved. Everything about Chan was too good to you, his piercing gaze as his dragon eyes looked you up and down with disapproval, his strong arms that tensed up as he gripped onto something to control himself, his clenched jaw as he bit his tongue and let you make fun of him. He was so handsome, even when angry, and that made you crazy. You let a finger slide inside your folders, imagining it was his long fingers, toying with your pussy and making you moan, your other hand grabbing the pillow underneath your head. 

“C-Chan…” You let out, hips arching away from the bed as you let another finger dip into your heat, your walls clenching from the thought of him being with you, rubbing your cunt and dragging you into a messy kiss. You dreamed of kissing his lips, yearning to know how it would taste, would his piercing make everything taste like iron? Would his plush tongue dive into your mouth, making you feel the taste of his favorite can beer? Would he drag his kiss across your jaw, biting and sucking into your skin as your hips rode his hand, his calloused fingers curling up inside you and brushing up against your sweet spot? Your back arched as you felt the coil underneath your stomach appear quickly, your fingers working inside of you just like they did every night. Your mouth stood hanging open, whines and moans erupting from your throat as your folds gripped around your hand and wet your fingers. 

“O-Oppa… P-Please…” You would never say it out loud, that you liked calling him oppa. That you were into the visual of seeing him getting full of himself as you finally addressed him the way he wanted with proper respect. That the idea of calling him oppa as he dived into your body got you turned on. You would never ever admit to him, nor to yourself, that you loved calling him like that, that you wanted to call him that while he railed you in any position “O-Oppa, I’m so close…” Your head was thrown back, eyes starting to gather tears as your fingers pumped in and out of your pussy. The gushing sounds should make you embarrassed, but they only turned you on even more, just the thought of being this wet because of him making you moan out loud again. Thank god Jeonghan wasn’t home. The coil on your stomach got tighter, your legs closing as a reflex as you chased your high desperately, needing that sweet sweet release. It wasn't long until you felt yourself squirting, ruining your underwear and shorts, your mind going blank as the wave of pleasure cruised through your body and made your legs shake, your chest moving up and down rapidly as you tried to compose yourself. Your fingers lingered a bit too long on your heat, the little shock of overstimulation making your hips halt as you stabilized your mind back to reality, eyes slowly opening to stare at the ceiling again. You wished everything you had just imagined was real. 

“Y/N?” You froze. Your mind was too foggy with the lust you were feeling, that was it, it wasn't Lee Chan’s actual voice calling for you, right?

“Y/N… did you mean to call me?” It was his voice, coming from your phone, that got tossed to the side like one of your clothes. You rushed, fumbling around with your covers and with your messy hand, cleaning on a towel you had for these occasions before grabbing your phone. You were on a voice call with him, and you don’t know how long he had been hearing you. 

“U-Uh, C-Chan! Good that you picked up! I need you to pass to my brother, need to talk to him!” You tried to cover your embarrassment, swallowing thick as you hoped he bought the idea that you called him to talk to Jeonghan. Your hands trembled, the anxiety washing over you as he took a little bit too long to answer you. 

“... Are you sure you want to talk to him?” The emphasis on him made you bite your lip, your heart beating fast. He had noticed your little plan “... I can come back if you need something. Jeonghan is busy” You froze again. Lee Chan was offering to come back? The Lee Chan that always whined and complained when he needed to get you something? “Besides, he told us that I would come back if you needed something, right?” 

“... Right” Your voice was above a whisper, your body had sunk on itself as you sat on the floor of your room, back resting against the foot of your bed. Your body was numb, both from your orgasm and from the talk. 

“Jeonghan-hyung!” You heard him call your brother, his voice sounding a bit more far away “Y/N said she’s not feeling very well, I’ll come back to check on her okay? Don’t know if I’ll be able to come back… I’ll be there in twenty” His voice sounded closer to the phone on the last bit, the call ending shortly after, leaving you holding your own phone while staring blankly at the wall in front of you. You couldn’t tell how much Dino had heard, nor what his reaction was. You hoped you weren’t screwed, the last thing you needed at this moment was the boy you liked becoming distant because he heard you masturbating and moaning his name. 

Those were the slowest and most agonizing twenty minutes of your whole life. You walked from side to side in the living room, checking the wall clock every five seconds as if that was going to make the time stop, wishing that Chan never arrived so you wouldn’t have to face him at all. But at last, you heard the bell of your house ring, a breathy sigh leaving your lips as you turned your body towards the front door, praying for it to not be him, or for him to not look you in the eye. Your hand twisted the door knob, opening just a little bit of it and slightly looking through it, your gaze being met with Dino’s as he looked back at you with an indecipherable look. 

“Hm… Can I come in?” You couldn’t figure out what the tone was, if he was disappointed, worried or just calm. You opened the door whole, turning yourself away from him and walking straight to the kitchen, not wanting to look him in the eye. You sat at the stool from the counter, hearing his steps as his boots stomp their way into the kitchen, a sound of plastic shuffling around caughting your attention. You looked back, seeing as he placed a plastic bag on another counter, checking the content on it and then turning himself at you. You quickly looked back to your front, ears and cheeks burning red from the embarrassment and feeling of being near him after what happened. 

“Ignoring me is not gonna help, y’know” He sounded calm, opposite from you at the moment. You swallowed thick before looking back again, head low as you could barely look him in the eye. He was laid back against one of the counters, elbows holding his torso up. You couldn’t see a trace of grossness or rage on his face, remaining quiet as he looked back at you, up and down “... Did you mean?” 

“W-What?” You wanted to curse at your body as your voice cracked, your hands gripping against the fabric of the pants you had changed to. 

“Did you mean to call me at that moment? Or did your dumbass accidentally call me?” Hearing him curse you felt more natural, a bit of the tension on your body leaving as you relaxed a bit. Hopefully he was still the Dino you knew. 

“Of course I meant to call you! I said that I wanted to speak to Jeonghan” You pouted, crossing your arms as you tried to keep the narrative from earlier on. You wished he would bite it. 

“... So you wanted Jeonghan to hear his little sister moaning one of his friends' names while she touched herself?” Your face dropped. He had heard everything. He even had deducted perfectly what you were doing, not that it was hard to with your moans and whines. He straight his posture up, crossing his arms and walking closer to you. You sunk against yourself again, looking up at him as he stared at you with clouded eyes “I’m not saying I liked it but… I got kinda disappointed when you stopped” 

“H-Huh?” Your voice got caught in your throat, your confused eyes searching on his for some clear answer. What did he mean by that? Did he enjoy hearing you?

“Don’t play dumb, doll” One of his hands gripped your jaw, holding your face still as you watched the light on his eyes shift “You were moaning my name and calling me oppa while fucking yourself. Don’t tell me I heard shit wrong cause we both know what was happening” His voice dropped an octave, your thighs rubbing on each other as a reflex “I kinda wished you kept going, I was really enjoying hearing you desperately calling me like that. Needy and ready to take me” His words made you want to whine, but you held back, still scared of what he would think of it, even if he had just admitted getting hard from listening to you. 

“I…” You could only muther, mind still trying to process all of the new information. His lips smirked, the piercing shining against the light of the kitchen. He let out a big sight, letting go of your face and making you lean a bit into his touch, wishing he had kept his hand there. 

“But I guess I can do nothing, since I’m not deserving of your respect, right?” His smirk grew larger as he noticed your face drop even more, your words from earlier lingering across your mind. Your mouth opened to protest, but no sound came out of it, your head burning to find an answer quick enough “What? Did the cat finally get your tongue?”

“Chan, please…” You didn’t even notice your current state as your voice pleaded for him. Your puppy eyes looked up at him, glazed with a shiny coat of tears that threatened to fall from the corners. Your legs were squished together, heat searching for friction, while your hands gripped tightly on your pants, fingers fumbling with the soft fabric. The view of you in such a vulnerable state, begging for him, made a sharp sting run across Dino’s cock, his turn to swallow hard as his bulge became even more visible through his tight pants. He straight himself, looking you up and down yet again before holding your jaw once more. 

“... You’re gonna be nice and do everything oppa tells you to do?” He arched an eyebrow, watching carefully as the light in your eyes shifted too, your throat swallowing the lump it had formed on the bottom of it. 

“Yes oppa” There was a tremble, a breathiness in your tone that made Chan hiss, fingers gripping tightly your face. He was quick as he grabbed one of your wrists, pulling you up and dragging you out of the kitchen, not before grabbing something inside of the plastic bag and tossing it in his pocket. You couldn’t even process before he threw you inside of your room, somehow managing to close the door as if your brother could come inside at any minute. His aura as he approached you, so intimidating, making you feel small, at the same time so inviting and making you want to beg for him. The feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist was wonderful, his body gluing to yours as his lips searched for yours. 

Making out with him was more than just heaven, it was borderline addicting. His lips felt so soft, with just the right hint of roughness whenever his piercing pressed against your own lips. He tasted like the most amazing mixture of alcohol and snacks, a lingering sensation of beer with a mixture of caramel, and when he moaned against your mouth, gosh, you felt your legs almost give in, being secured in place by his strong embrace. Your fingers tangled with his soft locks, feeling the texture of his slick back hair, pulling ever so slightly whenever he bit into the kiss, a soft whimper coming out of your mouth and just fuelling Dino even more. His tongue overlapped yours as you two got lost into each other's touch, his need for dominance and control making your folds get slicker and your thighs to press against each other, your balance already betraying you and only pushing you further into his arms. 

“You’re so annoying…” He said between the kiss, teeth slightly biting your bottom lip as he pulled away softly, diverging his attention to your jaw, dragging his tongue across the line of your face as you shifted your neck, allowing him more access “Always poking fun of me and making me mad…” He bit and nibbled your skin, leaving a trail of reddish marks as his kisses traveled south, the feel of his warm tongue leaping along your neck making your head spin in circles. Was this really happening? “But gosh, you couldn’t be more beautiful and tempting, could you?” His words made you blush, the crimson tint spreading across your flushed face and ears, a whine leaving your lips at the praise “Just the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met… And so funny too, just so fucking annoying, and only with me” He pulled away, fingers gently pulling your chin so you could met his fiery gaze. A mixture of lust and passion, his vision seemed clouded, filled with you, just like your senses were filled with him “Tell me, Y/N, why do you love to annoy me?”

“Want your attention…” Your head didn't have control over your mouth anymore, your thoughts spilling from your lips without hesitation as if you were under some sort of spell casted by Chan. Your eyes looked up at him, asking for more “I want you for me…” A smirk grew on the corner of his lips, the arm hooking around your waist pulling you even closer, his hand dangerously close to your ass, where you wanted it to be.

“Oh pretty, you already have me all for you” His confession made your heart thump loud in your chest, your hands gently squeezing his shoulders “Wouldn't want anyone else but my sweet little Y/N. Even if Jeonghan chops my dick off” You chuckled lightly. Sure, Jeonghan did said to all of his friends that if they touched you, they were dead, but he would never get in the way of your happiness “I’m all yours, baby” He whispered, pulling you into another intense kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as his body guided you towards your bed, laying you down as he climbed on top of you. Your legs easily spread open to allow him access, his hands caressing you through the fabric of your pants, his fingers gently squeezing your thighs the closer he got to your heat. He broke the kiss momentaneously, searching in your eyes for consent to take them off of you, eyes growing cloudier with lust when you nodded a bit too eager in agreement. His fingers hooked in the waistband, dragging the piece of clothing off slowly from you for the tease, enjoying when he saw the pout grow in your lips at your impatience. You’ve been waiting so long for this, and so was he, but he wasn’t going to give in that easily. He was gonna pay back all those years of teasing you made him go through.  

Your lack of underwear made him curse under his breath, and the wetness adorning your folds made him lick his lips, dragging a thumb across your cunt, making your hips buckle out of sensitivity. He took the wet thumb to his mouth, licking it while keeping eye contact with you, the sinful view of him humming and smirking directly at you making a breathy moan escape your lips, your fingers daring to move towards your pussy and gently touch your sensitive bud. 

“Don’t worry princess. I’ll take good care of my little slut” He sounded so endearing, all while adjusting himself between your legs, strong hands holding your thighs open with enough force to leave bruises. You could feel his breath close to your folds, your head getting thrown back when he licked a stripe across, your mouth not holding back sounds as his wet muscle skilfully worked on your heat. He gave open mouthed kisses, capturing your clit between his lips and sucking on it, one of his hands releasing your leg and scooting closer, fingertips teasing your hole with shallow touches. The feeling of the cold piercing dragging along your hot cunt sent a shiver down your spine, your mind starting to get fuzzy as he introduced a finger inside your hole, slowly prepping you while his mouth continued to eat you out like the finest dessert. His eyes kept fixated on your image, soaking in all the information, from the way your breath hitched when he curled his fingers, to how you whined when he flicked his tongue on your swollen bud, to how you were fighting to not close your thighs around his head, legs shaking from the way he dived into you with his mouth. Dino could feel your walls clenching around his finger, smoothly adding another one to the mix and scissoring them, a brief smirk growing on his glistening lips when you moaned his name as he hit yet again that spongy spot that made you see stars. He could tell you were short from cumming, his tongue dragging across your slit, only to plant a wet kiss on your sensitive spot and abruptly stop, fingers leaving you empty. You flushed your eyes open, the red tint that spread across your face and covered chest looking a bit too adorable to Lee Chan.

“W-Why did you stop?” You whined, wanting to close your legs but being stopped by his hands. He spread them open even more, making you sink in embarrassment as you felt exposed to his eyes, your hands trying to fly to your face to hide the shyness. 

“Don’t you dare to hide your face” He sounded so stern, a tone that you definitely weren't used to hearing from him “Want you to cum on my cock. I can make you cum on my tongue another day pretty” You felt yourself contracting around nothing again, a whimper being your only response as he started to take off his own clothes. He was as fit as you dreamed, his toned torso calling out to you, your arm stretching and fingers grazing lightly on his abs, his skin felt soft yet so warm. You fumbled to take off your own top, the cold breeze hitting your skin and making you hiss, the view of your exposed self sending another sting run through the shaft of Dino’s dick, his hands desperate to take off the leather pants and boxers that confined his hard on. His hand immediately flew to his cock, pumping it a few times to spread the pre cum that leaked through his tip. 

He was bigger than you imagined. He had good girth, and his tip was blushed in a pretty shade of red and faded pink, the veins popping out from how hard he was. You could feel your mouth salivating at the view, the thought of having him on your mouth making you sigh. Before completely tossing his pants on the ground, Chan rummaged through one of the pockets, grabbing what he had brought on the plastic bag earlier and finally allowing you to see it, your face covered in red. He ripped the package of the condom with his teeth, his long fingers working fast and rolling the latex across his shaft.

“Really bad timing but…” You could see the concern on his face, his eyes shifting between your exposed groin and your face “Are you a… virgin?” Lee Chan bit his lip, clear anxiety adorning his handsome features. His concern was sweet to you.

“This may make you upset but no” You said with a little embarrassed smile. Sometimes you wish you could turn back time and have your first time with him, but you wouldn’t have the knowledge you have to please him. His face relaxed, a grin slipping through his lips. 

“Not really, could not give two shits about your body count. I’m confident that you’re not gonna want anyone else after this” His confidence gave you butterflies on the stomach, your wet folds pooling liquid. 

“As if I wanted someone else” You rolled your eyes playfully, earning a light chuckle from him. His smile took away all of the angst and evil boy image he had, your heart filling up with content. Dino adjusted himself, his tip teasing your hole and making you wiggle your hips a bit. He held you with one hand, strong grip pinning you down.

“Behave Y/N” His cut-through gaze looked back at you, his hips finally moving and length diving into your heat. You two hissed at the feeling, your walls clamping around his dick like vices, the wetness welcoming him in and making you swallow him whole in a single thrust. He was right, you would never want anything else than the sensation of Chan inside you, his cock filling you up just in the right way and resting perfectly there, as if you were made for him. He supported himself by putting both his elbows on each side of your face, his strong build caging you underneath him and pushing a few more inches inside you, your head thrown back and eyes rolling back to your skull. His lips glued to your neck, leaving wet kisses and even more hickeys across your skin as his hips started to move, slowly coming out and snapping back at full force, your whole body jointing with the movement. 

Your hands grabbed his biceps, nails leaving red stripes and moon-shaped indents on his muscles while his gripped the pillow underneath your head, the tension making his forearms veins pop. Your moans filled his ears and gave goosebumps on his skin, the sensation of being the one making you almost scream in pleasure fuelling him further and making his hips pick up the pace, pistoning in and out of your cunt with force. You could feel your walls gripping him, yearning to milk him dry and to keep him inside till he couldn’t stand, the effervescent sensation running through your pussy and pilling up underneath your stomach, a coil quickly appearing as his thrusts kept typing you over an impossible edge. Dino’s mouth kept glued to your torso, his sloppy pecks and licks spreading across your chest as he spoiled your breast with attention, teeth nibbling at one of your nibbled before taking one of your boobs on his mouth, sucking and licking with no shame. Your hands traveled to his muscular back, the fire feeling of you scratching down bloodshot lines and marks shooting pleasure stings directly to Chan’s dick, balls swelling in the need to cum, his own coil bubbling right above his groin. 

“Such a whore…” His voice sounded raspy, hands massaging your chest as his lips continued to work wonders around you, head fuzzy with the sensation of him on you “My whore, right baby?”

“Y-Yes, oppa” The title made both of you moan, your eyes barely open to see how his aura got fuller of itself, knowing he had managed to make you cockdumb within a few minutes.

“Good girl, all mine…” The cold piercing dragged across your neck, his teeth biting your skin and leaving marks that would last for days. His hips started to get quicker, the sound of skin to skin having your cunt wetter and gripping harder around him, your coil starting to get tighter, just like his. His low grunts and breathy moans became louder, following right along your chants of his name and dragged out whines, your bodies tensing up as your orgasms approached faster than expected and washed over you two like a wave. The white out spread throughout your vision, the shock of such an intense climax making your legs shake and cunt clench impossibly hard, begging for Dino to cum together, which he did. His own body took a screenshot, dick shooting ropes of cum onto the protection as he moaned your name on your ear, his melodic voice gracing your hearing before he let his body relax, gently laying on top of you like a blanket. 

There was a few minutes of silence, just the two of you picking up your breaths, the sudden feel of heaviness and tiresome sinking down and settling on both of you. Your hands caressed his hair, your arms half hugging him while his did the same, caging you in a tight hug. He placed a kiss on your shoulder, lifting himself through his forearms before looking back at you. The image of him sweaty, hair falling into his forehead, blow out pupils and puffy red lips, cheeks tinted with light pink made your walls cramp again, a hiss coming out of his mouth. 

“I just…” He tried to search through words, not knowing how to express his feelings properly without sounding either corny or cringy “There’s no other way of putting it. I love you, Y/N” Your heart thumped yet again loud inside your chest, your fingers caressing his face gently before pushing him in, mouth clashing with his in a heartfelt kiss, your actions saying much more than words could. His smile while kissing made you smile two, the lovey dovey atmosphere being almost dumb. Before Dino could continue further, you two heard a loud crash coming from the other side of the house, your bodies freezing. 

“Y/N-yah! Dino-yah! I’m home! I bought some stuff for us to dine on!” Jeonghan’s voice made you bite your lip, the task of muffling a laugh failing as soon as your gaze crossed with Chan’s, you two giggling like teenagers. He slowly pulled out of you, the feeling of being empty leaving you a bit sad, but also eager to have him once again. Dino threw the used condom on the bin next to your desk, rummaging for his clothes and quickly dressing up so he could go talk to Jeonghan. Before leaving the room, he opened the door, lookin at you up and down with a hungry gaze, lips sliding upwards in a devilish grin. 

“We’ll continue this later, baby. You’re not sleeping tonight”

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐕𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 | 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧

Lukas Matsson x Fem!Reader | Kendall Roy x Fem!reader

Summary: Kendall had always been a competent, steady boyfriend, but there is always, always room for improvement.

Warnings: Language, Politics, Business, Cheating, Mentions of murder, Smut (+18) Minors DNI, CNC, Rough Sex, choking, degradation, ownership kink, dom/sub dynamics. Roman as his own warning.

I am mentally unwell, and so is Matsson.

Due to your perilous schedule as a political and public figure, arguing with your lover had never really made it past scheduling in the smorgasbord of your career. Perhaps that is why Kendall decided to pick unnecessary fights in the middle of a Swedish trip. He felt, and rightfully so, infinitesimally insignificant when compared to the hellscape that is your established career in the American political sphere.

You can see it in the way his broad shoulders hunch slightly, the way his larger lower lip protrudes into a petulant pout.

You're appalled.

"Kendall, you can't be fucking serious," Your first night on Matsson's retreat was scheduled to be filled with myriad orgasms in myriad uncanny positions. You and Kendall should be christening this luxury suite, but, instead you find your voice has climbed to ungodly octaves to a point that you feared you may shatter the glass wall that displayed the quiet Norwegian woods.

You couldn't give even half a shit as to whether others housed in adjoining tree-house suites might hear your furious bickering.

"You're a fucking child," he says lowly, desperately trying to regain control over the situation but only fumbling it by the second, "Do you know that?"

"No!" You exclaim, "Iverson and Sophie are!" He turns his back to you. Your nails dig into the bedsheets, "Those are your actual children, yeah!? When was the last fucking time you called them!? You're too busy measuring your dick against the Swedes- you're too busy to give Rava a fucking call."

"I have met plenty of selfish sociopaths in my day, Kendall, but this is unfathomable." His shadow falls over you like a second cloud in the already darkened suite's interior.

"Did she put you up to this?" He asks in that manic state of his with his hand pointed outward in condemnation of his most recent enemy.

"Are you aware that you have children together? You will know her for the rest of your life, are you aware of that?"

Kendall is quick to deflect, "Fuck! I can't catch a fucking break. Of course you run to my ex and- and- what? You fucking-meet up at Tasha's. Fucking talking about Kendall's cock-rings over your croissants."

You withhold the urge to laugh by letting a wave of fury wash over you anew. "You didn't even tell them their grandfather died before you dragged us out to fucking Norway, Kendall! That's unhinged! You're unhinged!"

"I'm perfectly hinged!" He says, turning away from you, pyjama pants billowing as he grabs his keys and a pack of cigarettes, "I'm like the doors on fucking Downing street, motherfucker," He speaks lowly. Voice simmering. "I'm fucking hinged."

The door slams with finality, leaving you clinging to your robe in front of a backdrop full of trees.

There's a deeply sated sigh that leaves your throat as you haul yourself over the Egyptian linen sheets. Fighting with Kendall had always been an impossible feat- something akin to yelling obscenities at a brick wall smeared with cocaine, but it always left you marginally satisfied after. A part of you felt like you might be saving him.

There is a frown, slight and not at all visible in the low evening light, drifting across your face as you stare down at yourself with disappointment and a hint of disapproval. Kendall was supposed to rip this robe right off you the second you got out of the shower. But, instead, you find yourself turning on your side, staring at the pines beyond the glass.

The sound of the door clicking open, ruins the serenity that had begun to settle.

"I for sure thought you'd gone and blown your head off for real this time, Ken." You mumble monotonously while staring ahead at the glass.

"While all these hungry vultures at my retreat does make me lean into the sound of suicide, I quite enjoy living."

You're quick to pull your unravelled rope across your frame as you sit up against the oak headboard.

"Not Kendall." He says.

Matsson towers enough to hunch slightly and disrupt the flow of the sleek, vertical finishes.

"Why are you here?"

"Well it is my retreat."

He smiles. Or at least you believe that he believes he is smiling. Sharks can't smile, you don't think.

"My house."

Lukas shoves his hands in pockets as he continues to stare at you. His disciplined eyes never stray or drift across your exposed legs, they never gloss over your deadly grip on the tightened robe digging into the plushness across your middle.

He's staring at you. Eyes boring into eyes.

"I've come to deliver a noise complaint."

"Consider it delivered."

He does not leave. Instead, he delves deeper into your space, the space shared with your boyfriend. You watch carefully as Matsson plants himself on the edge of the bed. There is an air of nervousness that bristles throughout the Norwegian woods as he brings one leg up to cross the other. You watch, entranced by how the soft Tom Ford sweatpants crease slightly under his fluid movements. His beige Balenciaga shirt sits comfortably and it elicits a sense of control as he makes himself comfortable in front of you.

The one thing you could never allow yourself to be was intimidated, and intimidation is all you heard from the mouths that affirmed this man. However, the subtle yet suffocating label whoring, the designer sandals…

He was just another man, suffocated by the weight of his own money. He had everything to prove. That gave you control.

"I didn't know when Kendall brought me on this trip that I was to be subjected to an invasion of privacy,"

"I heard you the first time," He says, chuckling in complete condescension, "I am aware you're here with Kendall. You don't have to bring him up the whole fucking time."

"Are you here under work pretences then? I'm not involved in the hellscape that is ATN, nor the Nazi wonderland that is Waystar so I would make a lousy spy."

"I know who you are," his eyes dart away, giving you enough time to break slightly, take heavier breaths and compose yourself, "I've seen the work you are… attempting to accomplish in that flaccid dick of a country," His gaze is back on you, "And while I do applaud you, politics bores me. You're all fucked anyway, I just came here to enquire if you would like to have sex with me?"

The manner in which he says those words, so calmly and succinctly, has you praying for another moment of regeneration while he darts his eyes away.

"You mean the noise complaint was a fluke?"

"In addition to the noise complaint, I would like to sleep with you, yes."

You're practically suffocted with the over abundance of choice. Matsson would be a fun and interesting side project for you to sink your claws into and manipulate with the added advantage of sex.

But there is a darkness lurking behind this man's gaze that promises far too much risk with little to no reward.

"No, I think I'm good. Thanks for stopping by, Lukas. It was certainly not a pleasure talking to you-"

You speak calmly, shuffling off the bed so you can escort him to the door. "Please find yourself outside of my personal and habitual space kindly and quickly-" but the axis tilts, and he does a daring thing by encircling a strong grip on your forearm. You try to lurch your arm out of his iron grip but it's fucking sealed around you like a constricting python. The darkness seems so incredibly poignant. God, all this man holds is darkness.

"I did not ask for myself." He says with a hint of condescension, "I asked for you." Matsson has you locked between his spindly legs while your robe billows open. Your face warms as you feel coolness settle against your exposed stomach but Lukas' eyes never leave your own.

From this angle, there is no chance to look away. Everything is maximised, from the wrinkles running like river channels underneath his bright blue eyes to the slight overbite in his teeth, perhaps his only external flaw.

What a dangerous individual.

"They're Roys." Lukas says, "He's a Roy," You suddenly feel juvenile and bashful, as you take the scolding, "You should know better,"

You're only vaguely aware that the distance between you two has been lessening because the air feels warmer. His breath is mixing with yours and his hand is doing a funny little dance along your forearm. "You should know better," He says.

And perhaps you should have closed the distance, perhaps you should have chased him away. You certainly should not have waited for a pair of irregular footsteps approaching to finally push the lumbering man away from you. Thankfully, he kindly obliged although Matsson's hand stalled, still rubbing against your elbow when Kendall stumbles in.

"Uh, what the fuck are you doing here? What the fuck is he doing here?" Kendall's eyes are tired and bloodshot and you step away from Lukas' gravitational pull as you curl into Kendall's side. Kendall's suede Versace jacket is cool but his skin is warm as you burrow into the side of his neck. Your guilt worsens as you feel Kendall's arm curl around your waist.

You speak into Kendall's ear, loud enough for Lukas to hear, "Matsson is still trying to rape your company, I'm afraid. " You say with a lazy smile.

"Already raped," Says Lukas, shuffling passed the two of you, "Logan was the decision maker, remember?"

Before the man finds himself over the threshold, Kendall speaks up.

"Hey, no more private visits, yeah? Not cool."

You watch with bated breath as Matsson only cracks a toothy lopsided grin before tapping the wood of the doorframe and disappearing.

That evening had ended, like most of the evenings to come, with angry, jealousy-fueled sex. There had always been a distinct animosity between Kendall and Matsson but whatever had been in the air seemed to triple. Kendall kept you close during the entire experience. He kept you under Kremlin-level surveillance but he couldn't be with you all the time. In the moments you found yourself without Kendall, Matsson would appear from out of the shadows like a demon, slinking behind you with a hand ghosting your hip. He watched you from above the rim of whiskey-filled tumblers and even asked for your input whenever conversation within the group got a little political. One such conversation had the unfortunate interjection of one Roman Roy, who saw you as another toy in his toy box.

"What do you need two assistants for anyway?" The grinding of your teeth come to a deafening halt as you turn your head to face the youngest Roy. The smile on your face is amicable, some might even call it polite, but it is a well enough facade veneering the tempest brewing beneath.

"What- does Jess hold your balls while you tell knock-off Maya Angelou here" He points to you, "-to bend her head and suck?"

There were a number of things you simply allowed when it came to your courtship with Kendall Roy. You would even shame yourself into admitting that you might have found Kendall's overall emotional incompetence and dysfunctional family quite endearing in the beginning. But, like every magnificent, spine curling orgasm, the magic ebbed away quickly and soon, you were left with nothing but the wetness of his cum, cooling between your thighs.

That is what Kendall and his siblings were like most times.

Cooling, diabolical cum.

"Rome, come on." And therein lay Kendall's consistent, valeant response, of which he chose to defend you.

Rome. Come on.

Simply hearing those words leave his brother's mouth with even the faintest hint of disapproval sent Roman into a frenzy (you could see his pupils dilating and his cock hardening from your spot on a couch adjacent to Roman and Shiv). Matsson's entire foyer was set alight with amicable, drunken murmurs, of which Greg's nervous whimpers were occasionally heard peppered in.

Tom had retired to bed, (whether that would be in the same suite as Shiv, would be a satisfactory cup of tea you would divulge with your girlfriends later.) Matsson and his followers sat in their own private harem in a corner beside you.

"What?" Roman cries, slamming back a handful of ground nuts (an admittedly clever substitute for Swedish alcohol) "I was just asking a question. I know your people like to claim reparations for a lot of shit these days but I'm sure enquiring about the girl my big brother's fucking doesn't equate to slavery."

Although you hated the little demon with every bright blue blood cell running through your arteries, you did admire the sure-fire way he would spit his hateful vitriol.

"I appreciate the faux-concern, Roman." You keep it curt, cute and even forgiving, hoping he might take the win and leave you to down the last of your Hennessey in peace.

"That's your cue," Kendall announces, "Drop it."

"Look at how wet she's getting from my rich white brother finally using his voice to defend her for once." The conversation between the Swedes had long since ceased and your throat clogs as the music tins through hidden speakers. "Kenny so clearly has a type," Says Roman, now facing his brother with his elbows steepled on his knee. "I bet you couldn't wait to dive into that plethora of liberal pussy, could you, big brother?"

Your patience had long since snapped and your words are flying before you could stop them, "Considering you couldn't even get pussy without catching a rape charge or an incredibly disappointed prostitute, I'll assume this pseudo-incest interest you have in Kendall's sex life is normal,"

Roman only laughs, "No amount of sick burns is going to release you from the fact that your fucking a crackhead. Maybe it's the money," he taps the bottom of chin in a flamboyant display of consideration, "Although if it's raping our company that's your main goal, the Swedes might have you beat." Matsson straightens in your periphery, not by a lot but by enough to have a stoney smile cracking across your face.

"ATN is not my vice. Racist Propaganda doesn't get me as wet as it gets you, Roman."

"How convenient. I thought all Leftys held special orgys dedicated to besmirching racist propoganda."

Your response was already loaded in the back of your throat, aimed and ready to fire at Roman with reckless abandon. If it weren't for Lukas' interjection, you would have hoped to leave the little man bleeding all over Matsson's marble floors.

"You let him talk to your woman like that?" The rest of the party had left this specific ring of people behind, but that seemed okay. Everyone within the circle, the important people, were silent as Matsson turned his attention to a floundering Kendall.

"Maybe worry about your situation over there and I'll worry about mine."

"I'm not worried." Says Lukas, with a fierce stoicism that was so unique to him. Your heart rate speeds up ever so slightly as the couch groans while Lukas begins to rise. His friends each hold knowing smiles. Hungry smiles.

"Would you like to know why I'm not worried?" Asks Lukas, advancing with a slow gait. You turn your head just in time to watch Kendall's Adam's apple against his throat. He was speechless as per usual when the discussion didn't involve drugs or stock prices.

"Ask." Says Lukas as he advances. "Ask me why I'm not worried."

Upon you first meeting, you had found Lukas' height to be quite rude and unbecoming. You expected him to duck down, almost out of courtesy for the rest of the world laying low underneath him. As his shadow falls over you and Kendall, you find yourself grateful for this giant man making your boyfriend feel small for once- almost as small as you were made to feel around the Roys.

"Why aren't you worried?" Kendall's voice is still masked with confidence as he peers up at Matsson.

Matsson, who's teeth glint in the low evening light, like a hungry shark. He bends down low. You move slightly out of the way as he whispers into Kendall's ear.

"Because I'm gonna fuck her, okay?"

Absolute silence grows pregnant between the two and you're left to do nothing but watch as the exchange unfolds and Kendall's perceived control over everything and everyone unravels. His mouth opens and closes slightly while Matsson watches with a sadistic sort of pleasure in his eye…

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

"Nothing," Says Lukas, having returned to his full height. "I didn't say anything. I just asked your-" His blue eyes darts to you and back, "-friend, if she'd like to see my bookshelf in the living room. I saw her reading Bronte earlier," Matsson shrugs, "Thought I might extend the invitation."

Lukas is not one to wait for confirmation, nor is he a man that waits for validation. He shuffles out his foyer, quite comfortably leaving present company behind with his hands stuffed in his pockets. No rebuttal from Kendall needed.

"Where the hell do you think you're going? What are you doing?" You lift yourself from the couch, ironing out the invisible creases on your plaid Chanel skirt as your eyes dart to Roman, now in idle conversation with Siobhan.

"They're just books, Kendall." You sigh softly. "You can't honestly believe I'd be any safer here." You deliver one final gaze at his lesser appealing siblings before following Matsson out of the foyer. The amount of people congesting the dark corridors lessen as you venture further into Matsson's abode. The walls are built with a dark, heavily sanded stone. Something casting a very ominous, yet unmistakably earthy glow throughout the corridor as the mouth spills into a large and defining living room. The colours are dark. The coal walls are all encompassing and Matsson stands beside a low leather couch, waiting rather awkwardly for your arrival.

"There is no library or bookshelf." He says with his hands still stuffed in the pockets of his sweats.

"I figured. You strike me as someone that would keep all their books stored on some gadget."

"Technology and leisure are the two civilizers of man," He says, watching you with bated breath as you slink around his living room, eyeing but never once prodding his things.

"Don't misquote Disraeli, it's not very attractive."

Matsson seems to relax at that, opting to take a step closer to you as he speaks, "I'll misquote Disraeli as much as I want. The 'increased means and increased leisure' part seems a little far-fetched." Your heart begins to hammer in your chance at the advancing man and you turn, whether out of cowardice or bashfulness, choosing rather to examine the sculpture along his mantle.

Your back begins to straightens as warmth radiates from him. He does not move but he cages you in. You would not be able to leave his sphere even if you wanted to.

"We don't have to fuck, obviously. It just didn't seem safe for you to stay in that situation."

You turn slowly and you find yourself slightly jarred by Matsson's proximity. His turtleneck hugs a string and definite build and the hunger in his eyes melts all inhibitions.

"I don't need saving."

"I'm talking about the little angry man." He says, referring to Roman. "I've seen your debates. It's the little nugget of American politics I find myself quite entertained by and I have no desire to wipe a Roy's blood off my floors this evening."

His words end up snapping any and all inhibition as you're throwing yourself quite mercilessly at him. The kiss is silent but so inexplicably charged allowing you to bump into various pieces of furniture in the process of pushing you up against the nearest stone wall. A wall that is cold to the touch, eliciting a surprised gasp which fuels Lukas all the more. He displays wet slobbering kisses down the nape of your neck as he murmurs drunkenly in your ear.

"I like seeing you like this. I like seeing you among my things." The conviction present in his gravelly vibrato has a pool of wetness gathering in between your legs. Your arm circles around his broad back until your pulling, rather roughly at the blonde hair curling at the nape of neck. This had consequently been a morbid mistake because his grip travels to your throat lightning fast, compressing a dangerous weight on your oesophagus as he rips his lips away from your throat.

"You don't get to do that," he says far too casually. "You don't get to assume control when you are here in my house with my things."

Matsson keeps his eye trained on you but your focus in compounded, solely, on his wandering hand tracing the hem of your skirt. "Hey, hey, hey." As you strive to keep watch of his wandering hand, Matsson moves his head into your line of vision.

"My things. Yeah? You're apart of that now."

As his hand inches underneath your skirt you're suddenly flooded with a wave of unfamiliar emotions - fear being the most poignant and defining one.

"I don't want to do this anymore-" You're not sure whether you mean it or not but you're quite certain that Matsson doesn't care. You're suddenly truly aware that you had released something you don't really know how to control.

"Bullshit, you don't want to do this anymore." You finally feel his hand sliding into your panties and your legs wavers underneath you, "Your words say stupid shit," Sings Lukas as his fingers ghost over your swollen clothes, "But your cunt just can't seem to lie." His grip on your throat tightens before relaxing as he brings your head up to his lips. "You're fucking soaked."

"I'll fucking sue you," Although you're unable to assume a single confident tone as his fingers begin to play with your cunt, "I'll fucking take you to court for fucking assault, motherfucker."

"You wanna call Kendall for assistance?" He asks, slyly pushing his middle finger deep inside you with no regard for your strangled gasp. "Here, let's call him together. Say 'Kendall!'"

The only thing able to leave your mouth is a straggled moan as Matsson keeps you pinned to the wall by the throat. The sound of your voice - so incoherent and helpless has him evading any sliver of decency he might have had. "Fuck, you're so perfect." He places a chaste kiss on your cheek before spinning you around until he is sandwiched between your body and the wall. "I have to fuck you."

"Watch the door for me," he says, pulling your hips right up against the bulge in his pants. "Watch just in case Kendall, shows up. Right, sweet girl?"

You're nodding dumbly as Lukas hunches his tall frame while grinding his bulge into your backside. He has your skirt lifted, and his shadow casted over you as he murmurs diabolical things into your ear.

"God, you're a fucking slut, you're such a fucking slut." He keeps a grip on your throat while the unoccupied hand reaches around to lift your shirt haphazardly, "No amount of smart ass comments will ever hide the fact that you're just another whore." The casual air with which he degrades has you simultaneously humping the air while you push back against his bulge. It is in that moment when he finally decides to release his aching cock from his sweatpants dotted with precum.

"Jesus Christ, feel how hard you made me. Feel how fucking turned on I am just because you decided to be a stupid slut." You can feel the head of his cock pressing into you until you're unable to hold in the desperation.

"Jesus- Lukas!"

"What? You want me to fuck you? I think you want me to fuck you but I'm not sure." You're unsure of what he's asking, too blinded by the possibility of a carefully curated orgasm.

"Go on." He says, "Ask me to fuck you. Ask me to fuck your pussy while your boyfriend waits just downstairs."

There are tears pooling in your eyes at the sheer lewdness and the unapologetic quality of this betrayal, but your mouth opens and soon, you're shakily crying out. "Please just fuck me, Lukas."

His cock rams into you with a surety that leaves you winded. He seems as if his patience had been waning as well, what with the haggard sigh that leaves his throat and the numerous disquiet groans that float in the air. Despite yourself, you do keep a half-lidded gaze on the entrance, not put off, but rather spurred on with the possibility of your boyfriend finding you being railed by his latest rival. The thought alone has you clenching around Lukas' cock with your orgasm cresting.

"Whatever you're thinking about, I'm going to need you to think about it again- you're so fucking tight."

There's an animalistic quality to the sex- being bent over for him while he rests against a wall, a firm grip on your throats and your tits as he rams himself into you again and again.

It's far too much.

You wouldn't think there was something so ruthless hiding underneath such a calm veneer but that's all it is. All it always had been. A veneer.

"You're not with him anymore, do you hear me?"

"Fuck- Lukas I'm gonna cum soon," his grip on your throat tightens until it vacuums out any and all air. Your hand encircles his wrist, begging for release but to no avail.

"Tell me," he says as he continues to fuck mercilessly into you, "Tell me you don't belong to him." He finally gives you lee-way to talk and you're gasping out your response, "I don't. I don't belong to him," he nods slightly, brows firing as he bites into your shoulders.

"Fuck- I didn't plan to cum inside you-"

"I don't fucking care- I'm really close." Lukas nods quickly before releasing your neck to drag your cheek until your faces are pressed together in a smouldering kiss. "Fuck I'm gonna cum inside you-"

His words already have you diving headfirst into a groundbreaking orgasm. You're crying out helplessly, until Matsson has enough sense to cover your mouth with one large hand. He fucks you through it, filling you with cum as he groans just as loudly as you had been.

"Fuck," he chuckles quietly, "Kendall is not going to like that."

"Kendall," You breath heavily, safely contained in Lukas' comforting grip, "Is not my Keeper."

Lukas delivers a chaste kiss on your cheek, his stubble grazing against the side of your face.

"I plan on killing them anyway." He says, simultaneously unaware and aware that he's drifting into pillowtalk.

"Every last one of them."

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on a chilly autumn evening, the library was the spot for a silent but intense standoff between you and haechan as you tried to study for your looming midterm exam. the library's vibe was peaceful, filled with the subtle rustling of pages and the occasional whispered conversations.

discontentment had been building within you, making you irritable. your hair was unruly, your clothes felt uncomfortable, and even the sound of haechan's breathing was enough to make your blood boil.

haechan, could you please keep your music down? i'm trying to focus here—you whispered, irritation evident.

haechan was not in the best of moods either, whether due to your presence or his ongoing struggle with a particularly vexing problem. he shot back — what's your problem, y/n? i can't study in complete silence. and don't tell me you've never heard of headphones.

you continued in a hushed tone

—haechan, i don't mind if you listen to music, but your taste is atrocious, and it's loud enough for the entire library to hear. have some consideration for others.

haechan's patience was wearing thin, and your talent for getting under his skin was apparent. — my taste is atrocious? that's rich coming from someone who probably listens to elevator music and taylor swift.

—you know, haechan, elevator music is more sophisticated than whatever noise you're playing. this is a library, not your personal concert hall. besides, dude, what does taylor has to do with any of this?

a smirk played on haechan's lips as he added with a hint of sarcasm —oh, i'm sorry, i didn't realize you owned the place. maybe you should run for library monitor of the year, y/n.

the tension in the library escalated, and with renjun nowhere in sight to mediate, you raised your voice at him.

—that's not the point, haechan! the point is, you're being disruptive, and it's making it impossible for me to study. you're impossible, haechan! this is why i can't stand you. you're always so inconsiderate and arrogant!

haechan, not one to back down from a challenge, responded with equal fervor— and you're so uptight and bossy! you act like you own the place.

the library's hushed atmosphere had been disturbed by the verbal showdown between you and haechan. your personalities clashed like two storms, temporarily sidelining your study session and adding a touch of drama to an otherwise quiet, book-filled setting.

when renjun finally made his entrance into the library, it was like a scene straight out of a cartoon. you know, the kind where the hero comes in to save the day. and believe me, you needed some saving.

he just strolled in like he owned the place, as if he hadn't noticed the boiling tension that was about to reach its climax between you and haechan.

but here's the thing, renjun might have looked chill on the outside, but you could see it in his eyes - he knew something was up. he took a quick scan of the room, and his gaze landed on you, locked in a fiery verbal duel with haechan. it was like he had walked into the lion's den, and boy, did he always have a front-row seat to the show.

now, you've got to understand, the library was supposed to be this sanctuary of silence and concentration. but with you and haechan going at it, it felt more like a battlefield. your voices clashed with the hushed whispers of the other students, and the tension was so thick you could practically cut it with a knife.

renjun broke the silence. — hey, what's going on, guys? — he asked, his eyes bouncing back and forth between you and haechan. it was like he had a sixth sense for detecting conflict when it came to you and decided to intervene before things got out of hand.

you were the first to spill the beans.— haechan and i were just, you know, having a disagreement about his music. it's just too loud, and he doesn't seem to care.

haechan's face shifted from annoyed to more neutral as he responded — yeah, and y/n here thinks she's the queen of the library, telling everyone what to do.

it was like renjun had waved a magic wand or something because suddenly, the argument cooled down. haechan reluctantly agreed to turn down the music, and you gave a little nod, agreeing to wear headphones. renjun had brought some much-needed zen into the room.

with the music at a more tolerable level, renjun took a seat at your table, and you got back to studying. the library got back to being quiet, just the usual soft sounds of flipping pages and whispers.

in the days following your heated argument in the library, you couldn't help but stew over your frustration with haechan. the clash over something as seemingly trivial as his music had escalated into a bitter argument that had left you seething. it was a constant reminder of your conflicting personalities and how much you disliked haechan's behavior.

as you sat in a quiet corner of the campus courtyard, you couldn't hold back your feelings any longer.

renjun — you began, a note of exasperation in your voice—i've been thinking about our little trio with haechan. to be honest, i don't understand why we even hang out with him. i mean, he's impossible. i don't even consider him a friend, and... i think i might even hate his stupid guts.

renjun looked at you with a mixture of surprise and concern.

—hate is a strong word, y/n. why do you feel this way?

you leaned in, frustration evident.

— it's not just that one library incident. it's everything about him. it's the debates, it's the constant need to comment on everything i do or don't do. he's so inconsiderate and arrogant. he's constantly pushing my buttons, and I can't stand it. I thought college would be a fresh start, a chance to meet people who are different, but I never expected someone like haechan.

—i get it, y/n. haechan can be a handful, and he's definitely not everyone's cup of tea. but, he has his good sides too, you know?

haechan's expression hardened at renjun's sudden interest in the topic—hate, huh? well, i can't say i'm a big fan of her either.

renjun was taken aback by haechan's response.

—what do you mean, you're not a fan of her?

haechan sighed, leaning back in his chair.

—i don't know, renjun. there's just something about her that really pisses me off. she's so uptight and bossy. it's like she thinks she owns the place. i don't doubt that she's a good friend to you. but I can't stand the way she tries to control everything and act like she's better than everyone else. it's like she's always looking for reasons to argue with me.

now that you and haechan knew how much you hated each other, things seemed to cool down a bit. you didn't want anything to do with him an neither did you. at least the rest of your first semester was a little bit calmer. yes, you did hang out with each other, but never exchanged words, or looks, or anything at all.

you were now, simply, classmates.

at the beginning of the second semester, haechan would be assigned a new roommate, chenle. it was safe to say that you were initially skeptical about how this would pan out.

the three of you already knew chenle because he was in some of your previous classes. you'd exchanged several conversations and were no strangers to one another. that's why you couldn't help but wonder if their personalities would clash, much like yours and haechan's had in the past.

but, over time, something surprising happened. you noticed that haechan and chenle began to bond over shared interests. and they even shared their experiences going to the same stupid high school.

surprised by the seemingly quick development of their friendship, you and renjun decided to give it a chance. and slowly but surely, chenle was almost all the time with the both you.

chenle had a naturally partying persona. he would always brag about this bar near campus, insistin that the four of you should go. and most of the time he would end up convincing haechan, but never renjun or you.

however that would change now that the school was closing down for winter vacations and everyone had to go home for the holidays.

taglist yayy: @sunflowerhae @sundamariis @yesohhsehun @hcheach <3<3<3<3 hope this meets your expectations ahhh

#haechan #nct #nct dream #nct haechan #haechan angst #haechan au #haechan x reader #haechan smut #lee donghyuck #lee donghyuck x reader #haechan x y/n #lee donghyuk x y/n #i just love that they hate each other #i hate them too #and you will hate me too

[synthetickitsune]

monsta x + the little things

Shownu ❧ It’s always best to focus on the present, right? Especially in relationships. For all you know you could break up tomorrow so it’s best to savor the happiness while it lasts. That’s what you used to think and it worked. Kind of. Something always felt a little off. And sometimes, it made you sad that you wanted to dream about having a future together but were shut down. Maybe it was your bad luck that you’ve never met someone like that before, that you were used to only living in the present and the past but never the future. It’s not like that at all with Hyunwoo, though. With him, it’s late nights spent talking about moving in together - do you prefer a house or an apartment, how would you divide the chores, is there anything you absolutely can’t stand? - and making plans too wild and impossible now, but realistic in the future. With him, it’s watching him make the dumbest jokes and teasing him for it, saying that his nieces and nephews, or maybe his own kids (even if it’s too soon to think about that and whether it’s something you both want), will be embarrassed by him. Hyunwoo makes you understand that talking about the future, making plans, and being interested in having a future together is what makes you feel so secure in the relationship.

Minhyuk ❧ Life with Minhyuk feels like always having an umbrella and a pair of rain boots on a rainy day. When your mind is trapped inside a storm that seems like it’s never going to end, he’s the presence that reminds you that nothing lasts forever (except his love for you, of course, he’d add with a smile). He’s there to embrace you and to protect you from the worst of it, supporting you in any way he can and knows will help. He can’t always cheer you up, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try - and when nothing works, he knows it’s enough that he’s there right next to you. But he’s right, everything passes and when the gloom that settled over your head begins to clear out, the storm easing, he’ll be the one to grab your hand and jump into each puddle along the way and splash water everywhere. Sometimes not only metaphorically. It’s important to not be afraid and to make fun of things that scare you. Minhyuk reminds you of all the silly things you did as a child, and that you’ve forgotten about as you grew up. You need to remember the pure joy and how to let go, and he’s determined to make your life as fun as he can. And honestly, it is easier to laugh with him around. The sun seems to shine brighter.

Kihyun ❧ It’s so easy to feel lost in life, and admittedly it’s easier for you to feel lost - figuratively and literally - surrounded by people. You can’t help it, really. Not when everyone seems to have their life together and like they know what they’re doing. You know everyone’s just pretending - nobody is perfect - but it feels like compared to them you’re only blindly stumbling forward. You get so lost in your head it’s hard to get out. Kihyun is there, though, to save you and remind you what made you fall for him in the first place. He’s so observant and protective. You might make fun of him for hovering, but sometimes it’s exactly what you need. He reassures you in a whisper that he’s there, to find him if you need him. However, you never need to take him up on that offer. He likes to socialize and any event where he can meet people is a treat for him. Yet he always keeps an eye on you. Somehow, whenever you begin to get overwhelmed, he knows and he wraps his arm around your waist, already there to catch you before you fall. He guides you somewhere quieter, calmer, and should anyone disturb you, he takes it upon himself to entertain them and take attention off you. You melt into him, then, and watch him subtly preen with pride. But that’s alright. You’re proud to call him yours too.

Hyungwon ❧ Feeling the sun on your skin, feeling its rays try to pry your eyes open, and yet being allowed to simply roll over and keep drifting between sleep and consciousness is a different kind of bliss. You don’t have to stretch your hands far for them to brush over another warm body, just as heavy with sleep as yours. Hyungwon told you once that he read somewhere that sleeping next to another human makes you, subconsciously, trust them more. You used to jokingly call napping together a bonding experience, but honestly, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. There’s nothing quite like not being called lazy for sleeping for a while after finishing a stressful task or sleeping in after a hard day. And it’s even better to wake up after a nap with Hyungwon right next to you, looking so peaceful and relaxed it lulls you right back to sleep. Sometimes you wake up holding him, and sometimes you’re being held. Every time it’s the best surprise to find out. The quiet intimacy that follows makes you believe the time and the world stopped just for you. Each of his tender touches, awkward as he’s still half-asleep, words just above whispers and the effort it takes him to open his eyes just to look at you and smile, all that makes you feel like you’ve found your own kind of heaven here on Earth.

Joohoney ❧ Being inspired is not a choice, it's all about luck - fate, if you will. But fate is fleeting and if Joohoney can help it, he doesn't want to leave things up to chance. And why wait for the sudden blessing of inspiration when he has you? He's a master of romanticizing your life together without losing touch with reality. He chooses to do it, chooses to find inspiration in his life with you, even if it makes him feel vulnerable. He thinks about you always, melodies and words come to him easily, but he worries it’ll scare you - that he’s too open about his feelings and you won’t like it. Instead, it makes your heart flutter and cheeks heat up. It makes you feel shy and like you can't ever do enough to reciprocate. There are no pages of scribbled down notes, sketches of your feelings immortalized, for him to find. He's quick to reassure you, though, and it’s no immature empty words, but a conversation. He shares his perspective, the ways you show him your love that makes him feel like he's not doing enough, isn't transparent with his love enough. The conversation strengthens your bond, as it always does, and makes his head race with new thoughts about the nature of love that inspire him. You must be his muse. And if not, he will make you one.

I.M ❧ Silence has never felt so therapeutic. Changkyun has always had this effect on you, always somehow managed to make you feel comfortable even in situations you used to find stressful. Like silence - you don’t mind it, but with others it was often awkward, tense, accusing. Not with him, though. It’s as if he lured out your true self that you’ve kept hidden unless you were completely alone. And even if it’s hard to experience that true solitude now that you live together, you find that it’s not that much of a difference if he’s around as well. Lately you’ve begun thinking that maybe being alone together is even better. He respects your space as you respect his, and you know he’s only a few steps away if you need anything or begin to get lonely to an extent you don’t enjoy. It’s a level of freedom you dreaded losing once you enter a relationship, worried that if you both did your separate things, your relationship wouldn’t be as strong. But strangely, it’s the opposite. You notice how intently you both listen when you talk about what you were doing, how nicely the conversation flows and that there’s always something to talk about. Often you end up trying out whatever the other is doing, even if just to understand what brings each of you joy. It’s nice. It’s home and it’s safety you’ve never known.

#monsta x #monsta x reactions #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x fluff #monsta x x reader #shownu #minhyuk #kihyun #hyungwon #joohoney #i.m #changkyun

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

My concept of Fingon is that he's very motivated by justice, specifically in a sense of making things fair and balanced after they have been unfair. Ideally with full restitution for the loss.

This is normally a good thing - Men who risk their lives in battle for his family are rewarded with titles and land and cool helmets; Morgoth should be killed for wrecking the peace of Valinor and killing Finwe; Maedhros should be allowed to recover in safety after Thangorodrim.

Sometimes it leads to him demanding recompense, like after crossing the Helcaraze when he asked what the host of Feanor would do to make up for their hardship. The Feanorians gave up the crown and a herd of horses and although it wasn't perfectly fair, it was a step towards fairness. Fingon doesn't like it, but with time he has learned to live with it. He's one of the victims in this case, so permitting injustice to be done to himself is actually easier in a sense; the wronged have the right to revenge and healing, but no one can force you to use your rights.

When it gets tricky though is when restitution is impossible, and even partial recompense in unlikely. Such as after Alqualonde, when the Teleri are now on the opposite side of the Sea. It itches at Fingon that he can't go and make it right; that even if he went and gave them all he had and worked for centuries he couldn't make up for it. It bothers Fingon even more that he's not even going to try, that he's just going to sit here and wait, focus on the issues in front of him and not to anything about the horrible wrong he's committed.

It would be so much easier to think of it as not wrong at all. Then he could rest easily. After all, Fingon owes Maedhros nothing for cutting off his hand, as it was necessary in order to save his life. If stealing the ships and killing elves was necessary to save Beleriand from Morgoth, might it be justified? And then Fingon would not have committed a crime that he is unable to fix, he would just have harmed people due to unavoidable circumstances. The war against Morgoth has given him a lot of practice at dealing with unavoidable circumstances where every path leads to harm, whether caused by himself or others, and he knows that it doesn't make him evil.

Fingon has to watch himself carefully not to grant forgiveness or permission for the First Kinslaying, either to himself or to his cousins. So every morning he recites a list of wrongs that he cannot make right, but that should not be accepted or forgotten.

#my writing #musings and headcanons with 0 citations #silm #fingon #my headcanons #Fingon can have an unhealthy coping mechanism. as a treat #it's better than just giving up entirely on the idea of ''justice'' or ''deserving'' because that's what he built all his ethics on

[keelywolfe]

With Tongue (short)

Crowley and Aziraphale discuss the angel's most recent assignment during 'The Arrangement.' This does not go in the direction Crowley expects.

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"So how did it go?" Crowley asked idly. Not that he was particularly interested in the details, basic temptation and all. If there'd been any issues, he had no doubt Aziraphale would have brought it up before the waiter even arrived with the menu. But it was good to keep the angel talking during dinner, he was wont to become a little too absorbed with whatever was on his plate and ignore his dining companion a tad too much for Crowley's tastes.

Aziraphale dabbed at his mouth with a napkin before he answered, lest any cake crumbs escape. "It was actually terribly easy."

"Eh, usually is,” Crowley drawled. He idly tipped his wine glass up on the rim of its base, rolling it across the tablecloth like a crystal wheel. “A nudge here, a wile there, most of them fall pretty quick."

"Hmm,” Aziraphale took another bite of cake, some unholy concoction piled high with white cream. Crowley was making a sincere attempt at not showing he was deeply invested in watching each bite disappear between the angel’s lips, with limited success. “Honestly, he was rather demanding about it."

"Demanding?” That made him frown. The humans he was sent after were usually readily susceptible to the mildest of suggestions; certainly the tasks he offered to Aziraphale were on the low end of the difficulty scale. “Really? How so?"

Aziraphale hummed around his fork, though whether that was in agreement or appreciation, Crowley couldn’t tell. He dabbed at his mouth again, wiping away a tiny, distracting smear of cream from his upper lip. "Mm, yes, and entirely too much tongue about it as well."

His focus on the angel’s lips was broken as his thoughts came to a screeching halt and the only thing that kept his wine glass from topping over to spill a lovely Cabernet across the white tablecloth as the sudden convulsive clench of his fingers. "....wha...tongue??"

"Well, yes, of course,” Aziraphale frowned at him in mild disapproval, “however do you kiss them?"

"K--kckkkc---ki--" The word caught in his throat, lodging in there like a bit of cheese or undigested potato. He managed to raise his glass to his mouth without slopping the lot of it down the front of his shirt and gulped it down, wheezing as half of it chose to be defiant and traveled down the wrong pipe.

Aziraphale’s frown deepened into concern, enough that he actually set his fork down. "Gracious, are you all right? I know you were a serpent, but you might want to save swallowing things whole to food rather than wine glasses."

"I don't—” Crowley rasped, trying to get past the betrayal of his corporation’s vocal cords when he needed them the most. He managed to splutter out, loud enough for the nearby tables to cast them a variety of askance looks, “You kissed him??"

"Of course I did.” It should be impossible for those words to sound so prim coming from an angel, from his angel, who now that Crowley didn’t seem to be able to choke to discorporation, was returning to his cake with polite enthusiasm, his napkin back in full force before he added, “He was quite agreeable afterward. And I won't have you say I'm not trying my best to keep to the standards of our arrangement."

"Angel!?" Too loud and the pitch of that single word was high enough to send a tremble through the crystalware in the entire room.

Aziraphale was frowning again. "Dear me, are you quite well? You're very red, Crowley, here, let me get you a glass of water."

He started to rise and Crowley snapped out, "Why, so you can stick your tongue down the waiter's throat?"

"Tch, you're being silly,” Aziraphale sighed, “I would do no such thing. The water is free."

"ANGEL!!?!” This time every wine bottle in the dining room shimmied an inch to the right. The other patrons were focused intently on their dinners and not at all sneaking glances to the veritable gossipy show unfolding before them.

Aziraphale sat back down with a sigh. There was the faintest pull of a smirk at the corners of his mouth. "Do you know, you're quite gullible at times, my dear."

"…gullible,” Crowley repeated. Was this how humans felt right before insanity struck? He suspected it might be, wondered if Hell allowed for time off due to unexpected mental health crisis and what form he’d need.

"Mm, yes,” Aziraphale picked up his fork again and took a rather unseemly large bite of cake that left a smear of cream on his upper lip that he licked away, a pink flicker of tongue heralding the arrival of his napkin. “Also, I have a blessing to do next week in Bristol, I believe it's your turn."

"Gullible. Bristol. Tongues." Obviously his mind had broken, Crowley decided, and his reset button was currently out of reach.

"Hm, I do believe I'll get you that water, after all,” Aziraphale decided. “Don't wander off, who knows what might happen if you start babbling about tongues to a human all willy nilly. Ta!"

Crowley watched the angel make his way to the service table, leaning in what Crowley thought was entirely too close to the young man in his quest for water. Revenge, he decided abruptly. He was a demon being taunted by a reckless, impudent angel and this would not stand. There would have to be revenge for this and he’d begin planning quite soon.

Right after he watched Aziraphale finish his cake.

-finis

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #keelywolfe

[antianakin]

@theneutralmime

Okay, so the first question I think you're asking is whether I believe Obi-Wan being accused of struggling a lot with attachments comes from his actions on Mustafar in ROTS or whether it comes from his choices about what he tells Luke regarding Vader during the OT.

Personally, I'd probably say it's the Mustafar scene, perhaps combined with some of the other scenes he has in ROTS with Anakin. I've had someone argue with me that Obi-Wan saying he's "on Anakin's side" when they're discussing the Council not making Anakin a Master means that Obi-Wan is saying he believes Anakin SHOULD be a Master and that the Council is being unreasonable, and I've seen people accuse Obi-Wan of being soft on Anakin specifically because of the way he acts in ROTS and the way he defends Anakin to Mace and Yoda.

I don't really agree with EITHER of these interpretations, I think Obi-Wan saying he's on Anakin's side just means that he understands what Anakin is feeling and that just because he (and the Council) are frustrated with this latest decision doesn't mean that they're actively working AGAINST Anakin for any reason. And I think that Obi-Wan is plenty hard on Anakin in both AOTC and during early TCW seasons and that his defense of Anakin and softer attitude in ROTS is an indication that Obi-Wan is choosing to have FAITH in Anakin and that Anakin will ultimately make the right choice which is an indication of growth from his more helicopter parent style in AOTC, but he still recognizes that Anakin has flaws and is making mistakes.

It also doesn't help that the Matthew Stover ROTS novelization has Obi-Wan literally admit that he'd save Anakin at any cost and condemn the Jedi for asking Anakin to spy on Palpatine, saying that he doesn't think Anakin SHOULD trust them again after that (one of those reasons I'm not super interested in reading the book, regardless of how pretty its prose is).

So yeah, I think that most of the accusations about Obi-Wan being attached to Anakin come via ROTS (film and novelization). That interpretation of them then gets APPLIED to the scene in the OT where he is telling Luke he needs to prepare for the possibility that he might have to kill Anakin. This is where you get the interpretation that Obi-Wan recognizes that he was too attached to Anakin to kill him and that Luke cannot make his same mistake. But the root of it I think comes from ROTS, not ROTJ.

The second question you are asking me is, in an AU version of ROTS where Yoda DOES manage to kill Palpatine and Obi-Wan knows it, would he actually kill Anakin. And I still think the answer is no. It's actually even MORE likely to me that he wouldn't because now he KNOWS no one's coming to save Anakin, he KNOWS Anakin is absolutely 100% going to die from his injuries here, so he really has no motivation to go for a mercy kill any more than he did before. It's still going to be insanely painful for him to do even that much, it's still going to feel basically impossible to kill someone he loves, and now that Anakin is unarmed and refusing to ASK for mercy, it is still murder to make that final blow (which is made even worse if Obi-Wan knows that he doesn't HAVE to because Palpatine's already dead). I think the only way I could see Obi-Wan going for a mercy kill is if the opposite were true and he DID know that Yoda failed and that Palpatine was on his way. Because NOW he has a motivation to try to keep Palpatine from being able to save Anakin and keep at least ONE Sith from continuing to live and wreak havoc on the galaxy. Of course then, whether you'd consider it a MERCY kill or not is kind-of questionable. He isn't really doing it for Anakin's sake, it's not truly mercy that's forcing his hand here. It's a quicker death for Anakin, which is abstractly merciful, but Obi-Wan is killing him for the sake of the galaxy at large, not for Anakin himself.

Finally, while I agree that Mace would've killed Palpatine had Anakin not shown up to stop him, I don't consider it a waste of time in the narrative. This scene IS the narrative, this is literally the whole climax of the entire trilogy, what everything we've seen so far has to been leading towards. THIS is where Anakin chooses to be Darth Vader, THIS is where he betrays the Jedi, THIS is where the Republic falls. Without this scene and Anakin's reaction, there IS NO narrative. Anakin making this choice in this scene IS THE WHOLE NARRATIVE. That's not a waste of time. And if we're speaking more from an in-universe perspective, it's not like Mace stops doing what he's doing to talk to Anakin, either, he's still blocking the lightning the entire time and reflecting it back at Palpatine and as soon as he has the opportunity, he goes for the killing blow. So he's not wasting time at all, this arguably would've taken the exact same amount of time if Anakin hadn't shown up.

#star wars #obi-wan kenobi #revenge of the sith #anakin critical #anakin skywalker critical #mace windu

[toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp]

Hello and welcome to Day 3 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies" everyone!

Today, my brain felt like dragging out a SVSSS crossover with Genshin Impact that came to me during the 4.4 livestream. (Gaming's trailer was the reason this idea came back with a vengeance to me)

Also, before I begin with describing the idea itself, a bit of a warning: I might start rambling midway through because my thoughts are chaotic (and I am also experimenting with some text formating to ease my explanations for the following fics. Plz, tell me if it looks ok or not)

Edit: As of February 6th, this fic has a title:

"Gaming's Dimention Hopping Master (and his annoying Harem)"

So, let's get started:

First and foremost, I wanna send Shen Jiu (who is still a deciple; basically just before he is named Peak Lord - he should be around 18 to 20 maybe?) to Teyvat via a portal opening during the Immortal Allience Comference (or during a mission - still haven't decided fully yet) and he land straight in the middle of the Archon War in Liyue about 2000 years before the canon events in Genshin.

With me so far? Good.

Shen Jiu was with Liu Qingge and, possibly, Yue Qingyuan (if you want even more angst in this than it will have) when the portal opens. Whether the portal aimed for Shen Jiu or he pushed one of the other two out of the way, the end result is that LQG and YQY see Shen Jiu disappear before their eyes. (Again, angst galore for YQY for the moment)

Shen Jiu, after ending up in Liyue mid-archon war, is more focused on getting back to where he was... until he saw some children that were in danger due to the active warfare around them (monsters everywhere who are very much looking to make as much carnage as possible).

Now, look, I am not denying that Shen Jiu is an asshole (to say the least), but he is also a cultivator whose job is to protect civilians from monsters/demons and who is send on missions to do these things. Him saving some children doesn't mean he is not still an asshole. It just means he has some morals and a sense of duty. That is all. He is still very much the sharp-clawed cat that spits poison when people approach.

What happens next is simple: some adepti/yaksha find him while he is fighting the monsters. The adepti help in defeating the monsters and - barely manage to - convince Shen Jiu to follow them to safety.

From there, Shen Jiu is on a rollercoaster of emotions:

First, he learns that no one in this place ever heard of Cang Qiong Sect, and that leads to the idea that he is from somewhere outside of Teyvat.

Second, neither Shen Jiu nor the adepti (of the God they serve named Rex Lapis) seem to know how to get Shen Jiu back to his world.

Third, Shen Jiu misses Yue Qingyuan. Like a lot. Especially so after he learns that there might not be a way for him to get back.

Fourth, this place (Liyue) is in the middle of a war. And that is terrifying because Shen Jiu might just die here, too.

Fifth - and this is the most weird point of them all for Shen Jiu - these adepti seem to almost... care about his well-being? Which, of course, is impossible in Shen Jiu's mind. Not only is he not even part of this world, but they barely know him for a little less than a week. There is no way people can care about him this easily, right? There must be something that they want from him, right?

All in all, this is stressful for our paranoid Shen Jiu. He is fully convinced the adepti and their God only saved him so that he (who is not of this world) could help them win this war. Shen Jiu hates owning people, so he will help them just to not own them anything. (Owning someone a debt is dangerous, and Shen Jiu knows that too well)

Meanwhile, the adepti + Morax (and Guizhong, if she is still alive) look at Shen Jiu and go: "This poor little child. He is so small and skinny. He needs to be somewhere safe and to be fed three full meals a day."

What follows is Shen Jiu trying to help the adepti (so he can pay his debt to them) and the adepti trying (emphasis on trying) to take care of Shen Jiu. It's a hodgepodge of both sides trying to help the other without making too much fuss about it. And not to mention that both sides become attched to each other - even if Shen Jiu will die before he ever admits this. And so things seem to continue like this for months, and everything is more or less fine. That is until Shen Jiu takes a hit for one of the adepti (or even for Xiao) on the battlefield.

That attack wouldn't have killed an adeptus (not that Shen Jiu would know that), but it can kill a human. And, for all that cultivation that Shen Jiu has, he is still fundamentally human. So, Morax gives him the option to make a contract with him so that Shen Jiu will live. The price is a simple but heavy one: Shen Jiu will not be human anymore, but an adeptus.

Seeing no other way out of this death situation, Shen Jiu accepts. He wants to live so he can go back to his world. If he can live, he will live. He is not picky about the method - he did way worse things for the sake of survival before.

Thus, Shen Jiu becomes an adeptus and continues to help Morax and the others in protecting Liyue through the Archon War. At the end of the war, many were lost, and yet, Shen Jiu believes it could have been worse. With Morax now an Archon, peace can come back to Liyue.

Since Morax is aware of Shen Jiu's love for the arts, he proposed that their newest adeptus settle down in a place where the arts and traditions are very much appreciated: Chenyu Vale. And that place has become Shen Jiu's new home for the next 2000 years.

Meanwhile

Going back to the SVSSS/PIDW world, Shen Jiu's disappearance is a very heavy blow to Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge. Here are some exerpts from my own angst-filled imagination about them:

"He barely had his Xiao Jiu back for 3 years at the sect, where he is safe and within his grasp, and now, once again, he is taken away from him. And Yue Qingyuan regrets a lot of things - but most of all, he regrets not coming clean to Xiao Jiu about their past and his failure to save him. He regrets this so much, and yet he is unable to do anything to change it. He had so many chances to come clean - now there is no guarantee that Xiao Jiu is even alive any longer."

"Liu Qingge, for all he had hated Shen Qingqiu, is also heavily impacted by his disappearance. Not having someone like Shen Qingqiu - with a sharp tongue and not a very nice personality - should be a relief. And yet, it just makes him feel empty. There is no one to curse at Liu Qingge and yet there is also no one to fight him everytime he visits (read: barges into) Qing Jing Peak. After their searches for Shen Qingqiu yielded no result, Liu Qingge insisted that Yue Qingyuan let's him break the news to Shen Jiu's family. (Shen Qingqiu was a spoiled young master - there is no doubt in Liu Qingge's mind that his family is worried sick for him. They deserve to know what happened to Shen Qingqiu most out for everyone.) Hearing that Shen Jiu is - was - an orphan was not what Liu Qingge thought he would hear. That was not what Liu Qingge ever wanted to hear. Because that had to be a lie, right? ... but if it wasn't a lie and Liu Qingge was wrong about Shen Qingqiu being a spoiled young master... what else was he wrong about?"

For the following 15 years, all the Peak Lords felt Shen Jiu's absence - Yue Qingyuan, Liu Qingge, and, surprisingly, Qi Qingqi the most of all. (Especially so after a lot of information about their former martial brother came to light)

Luo Binghe still comes to Cang Qiong Sect, but since there was no Shen Qingqiu to be named Qing Jing Peak Lord and to take the boy into his peak out of spite, he is taken in by the Bai Zhan Peak Lord, Liu Qingge.

Ning YingYing also still ends up as a desciple at Qing Jing Peak - but she is very much bullied by her fellow brothers and sisters for her poor performance and young age.

Yue QingYuan is only alive because he had yet to extinguish that hope to see his Xiao Jiu alive again. Liu Qingge and Qi Qingqi hope to see Shen Qingqiu again as well so that they can both apologize to him - for the rumors that Qi Qingqi started, for the insults that Liu Qingge thew at him, for not being better martial siblings for him. (Even if Shen Qingqiu might be at fault for that too, they also can't excuse their own behavior)

But then, during the Immortal Allience Comference in which Luo Binghe participates, another portal, very much resembling the one that took Shen Qingqiu away from them, opens up again and takes Yue Qingyuan, Liu Qingge, Qi Qingqi, Liu Mingyan, Luo Binghe and Ning Yingying with it.

Now, all five cultivators (and a demon) are thrown into Liyue 2000 years after Shen Jiu has first set foot in this region. Can the Peak Lords find their martial brother? And what will the desciples' reaction to Shen Qingqiu be? Can they even leave this strange world and go back home with Shen Qingqiu? Does Shen Qingqiu even want to come with them?

We'll have to see!

~

So this is most of what I have for this fic idea, bit I wanna include some little tidbits here at the end:

There were 3 reasons why this idea started:

Chenyu Vale just screams "Shen Qingqiu" to me. This image in particular strikes me as a place Shen Qingqiu would choose as his adeptus abode.

Since Shen Qingqiu is a shizun, during the Genshin Livestream for 4.4 my brain went: "You know how Cloud Retainer goes on and on about how "When Ganyu/Shenhe was a child" right? Imagine Shen Qingqiu doing the same as an adeptus master for Gaming towards Cloud Retainer when they have tea together." So yeah, Gaming is Shen Qingqiu's little apprentice. And with how Gaming loves Wushu Dance (aka a traditional form of art), it would make sense for him to have Shen Qingqiu as an adeptus master.

Last but not least, I am not gonna lie, I just wanted to force some type of therapy onto Shen Jiu. Why did I have to send him to Teyvat for therapy, you ask? Well, theoretically speaking, every single person in Teyvat has some type of trauma (some may have it worse than others but trauma is still trauma), and I feel like whatever type of therapy they practice in Teyvat kinda works because, for all the trauma the characters have, they don't seem as harden and callous as Shen Jiu. So, whatever they have been feeding on to help with the trauma, I want like 50 portions for Shen Jiu.

Some other things of note:

Shen Jiu has 3 options for a Vision/Elemental Powers: Anemo, Cryo or Pyro

Shen Jiu's adeptus form is that of a Jiufeng - an early depiction of a Phoenix that has 9 heads. I believe it is a good correlation because Shen Jiu turning into an adeptus doesn't mean he is not Shen Jiu anymore. It's not a full resurrection and new life altogether for Shen Jiu, just another WAY to survive.

Shen Jiu met Gaming when he was a child who got lost around the mountain/parts of Chenyu Vale that Shen Jiu protects. He helped the kid go back to Qiaoying Village. Gaming called him "Master Adeptus Bird" as a child, and it changed to "Shizun" after Shen Jiu decided to take him in.

I don't know if this might end up as a Shen Jiu/Yue Qingyuan or Shen Jiu/Liu Qingge, but regardless of the pairing, I wanna say that Shen Jiu will at least get some friends and family (new or old) out of this whole situation

Here is a little funny thing I thought about as I was writing this monstrosity of a post:

Cloud Retainer: When Ganyu/Shenhe was a child...

Madame Ping: When Yanfei/Xianling/Yaoyao was a child...

Shen Jiu: When Gaming was a child...

All Adepti + Morax: When Shen Jiu was a child:

Shen Jiu:... fuck you guys...

Either way, this is about everything I have in me for today (I have been writing this for nearly 2 hours, so please excuse any typos you may find).

What do you think? Good? Bad? A bit too much? (My brain is literally cooked after this post)

Let me know what you think.

Also, I wanna say that I wrote this literally 2 days before 4.4 is live, so I don't know anything about Chenyu Vale or Gaming's story outside of what was shown/said during the livestream.

See you guys tomorrow,

- TooManyPlotBunnies-Send Help

#genshin impact #shen jiu #svsss #chenyu vale #adepti #liu qingge #i kid you not I have 0 ideea what I am doing #my brain needs to stop #fanfic ideas #zhongli #cloud retainer #yue qingyuan #my brain is on angst mode #shen qingqiu #qi qingqi #my brain is cooking.... itself

[lenteur]

random thoughts about tell me that you love me, episode one

(the rest is under the cut because i'm worried about your eyes having to read ALL OF THAT and this post might contain spoilers)

First of all, I'd like to say that the scenery is gorgeous 💘 I'm in love with it 😍

The first thing I've noticed is how peaceful and slow this drama is. I really like that. I wonder if there will be a lot of moments of silence because cha jin woo has a hearing impairment.

The music ambiance in this episode is amazing. You can feel how the main character feels about the world around him.

I like that mo eun understood jin woo can't hear well and went back up the rooftop to save him.

Mo eun still taking the time to reassure jin woo that everything's going to be okay in the middle of a fire, how caring of her.

So now we know jin woo is triggered by fire because something happened when he was younger. It must have taken place during high school but we don't have the details yet.

I'm in the middle of this show and I'm already in love... I think it's cute how the more they meet the more they communicate with each other and find ways to do so because jin woo can't hear.

It's amazing that they're both thoughtful about each other: she came to rescue him during the fire, he's serving her the dish and even bringing her a towel when it started raining on them. It's those little gestures that mean a lot.

Mo eun even tried to cover her ears to understand how it feels to be in jin woo's shoes.

I noticed that the first time jin woo smiled is when he was with mo eun, the only person who seems to notice him. She's the first person who went to him and tried to understand him. She even went as far as saving him because she knew if she didn't chances are he'd have been caught in the fire.

And now mo eun is learning sign language for him? Oh take my heart while you're at it! I know they're not in a romantic relationship but it's just heartwarming to see them BOTH put effort into communicating with each other and no just jin woo. It proves that she is a thoughtful person. She's thankful for jin woo helping her and she wants to let him know in the language he understands the most.

The shift in jin woo's eyes when he saw her communicate with him in sign language 💖 followed by "I always thought I was the one who should make efforts" Kindness and understanding go a long way.

Jin woo has been rejected by others (ie the grandma who swiftly went back home when she learnt he can't hear) so it must have been a relief for him to see someone not be deterred by that and trying their best to communicate with him.

What I really liked the most about this episode was that it matched with jin woo, whether it be the pacing or the sounds, it helped us put ourselves in his shoes. I'm glad this decision was made because it's rare to find shows (didn't say it was impossible) that put a spotlight on a disability that well.

I'm going to give the episode a 9/10

ps: i was made aware this is a remake of a 1995 japanese drama Aishiteiru to Ittekure. I haven't watched the drama so I won't be making any comparisons between the two. So if my opinion differs from yours because of that, please know that i am aware the japanese drama exists but i won't be watching it (for now, who knows?)

#what a great surprise! #i can't wait to watch the next episodes #thank you to the talented gifmaker that made me want to watch this thanks to their beautiful gifs 💗 #random(al) thoughts #kdrama #tell me that you love me

[arellabella]

All  the Todoroki clan+ Iida are heroes

Shouto should not get all the credit for saving everyone including Touya but nor should his heroism be taking away either. 

Every Todoroki plus Iida was vital in stopping Touya without killing him and saving everyone else around them including Toga, Uraraka, Tokoyami and many other heroes that are currently at Gunga. 

But take one person away who contributed then Gunga is blown to smithereens and everyone dies including Touya. 

Without Rei then Endeavour and Touya would both be dead. She was the one who stopped Endeavour’s attempts at murder-suicide because he felt it was the only option left and to save everyone he was taking Touya to his death. Rei was the one who stopped that and made it impossible for Endeavour to be able to enact that plan again. But she needed Fuyumi and Natsuo who was protecting her and their ice helped created a sort of safe barrier and she needed Shouto who put an end to everything. 

Without Fuyumi and Natsuo they wouldn’t have been able to temporary cool the temperature before it rose again giving Shouto and Iida those vital few seconds or minutes. Shouto just made it. Touya was about breaking apart even more and just a minute or even a second longer and Touya would have exploded. Their contribution was vital. But they needed Rei as it was their collective efforts that lowered the temperature of the fire temporary and created a barrier from Touya’s flames. 

Without Shouto there would be no stopping the explosion at all. Touya could not stop the explosion. Endeavour could not stop the explosion. Rei, Fuyumi and Natuso even with their collective power was couldn’t stop the explosion as they didn’t have the power even collectively. But he needed Iida to get him to Gunga and he needed his family to buy him time and guarantee victory because while he might have won on his own there was no guarantee.

And let’s not forget Iida who ran all the way from Kamino to Gunga to deliver Shouto damaging his engines as he did so. Take Iida away then Shouto would have never been able to reach Gunga in time. But without Shouto he would have never been able to go at the speed he did for that long a distance.

Take any factor away Touya dies, everyone dies. No one can be taken out of the equation or their contribution be seen as lesser. It was a joint effort with everyone doing their part. 

Touya should also be maybe added in because there’s a possibility he might be choosing to stop after he was defeated. This is plausible due to what happened last time but also circumstances have changed due to his new found ice. Last time Touya didn’t have ice and last time he wasn’t freezing from the inside out which is likely a combination of his own ice quirk and being hit with Shouto’s. It’s hard to say right now and with Touya’s headspace it’s ambiguous if he even wants to stop right now because that hurt and anger still very much exists for him. 

But again to get to this point Touya had to be stopped by his family. He wouldn’t have been able to have this choice of whether he wanted to stop or not if Rei hadn’t stopped Endeavour, if Fuyumi and Natsuo hadn’t lowered his temperature and if Shouto didn’t stop the explosion. Touya might have a choice now but he didn’t have a choice when he was a nuclear bomb. 

So everyone including Shouto and including Touya had help and no one would have been able to get to the point we are at now without all characters involved. 

Special mention to Endeavour who is trying to stop his son from freezing to death. 

But bottom line is they are all heroes in their own way. 

#bnha 390 #shouto todoroki #rei todoroki #touya todoroki #iida tenya #natsuo todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #enji todoroki #I'm not even a fan of the Todorokis but i'm writing metas on them #I don't hate them I like them well enough they just aren't my favorite #But to see Shouto's heroism get dismissed is just wrong to me #And to see the others not get the plaudits they deserve is also wrong

[bicyclepainting]

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Part Two- Gavin

Gavin finds Freelancer baking in the middle of the night.

also available to read on ao3!

~

It was well past three in the morning when Freelancer gave up on sleep for the night. They tip-toed out of their room, leaving Gavin sleeping soundly in their bed while they decided to make cookies. 

If they weren’t going to sleep, they might as well do something productive. 

When they get to the point of combining the wet and dry ingredients together, they glance mournfully at the electric mixer that Lasko had gifted them for their last birthday. 

It was the middle of the night and they really didn’t want to wake Gavin up— which would happen without a doubt if they turned that thing on. He’d just drag them back to bed, whether they were actually tired or not.

They could basically hear what he’d say in their head, “Rest is rest, asleep or not.” And he’d probably make some kind of remark about having a better time in bed with them versus by himself. 

He’d wear them down before they even got the cookies in the oven, letting the dough sit in the fridge until it molded. Because that’s what always happened whenever they stopped baking in the middle of a recipe, saved dough be damned.

They turn around to see Gavin, nearly jumping at his seemingly sudden appearance. He was leaning against the door frame, wrapped in a blanket and watching them silently.

“Deviant,” he says in a tone that makes them feel scolded and pleaded with at the same time. “Why are you baking when you should be sleeping in a lovely, warm bed with your favorite incubus?”

They barely glance up. “Was I being too loud?”

“The absence of you from our bed is loud enough, my love.”

They nearly roll their eyes at his supplicative affection and go back to mixing the ingredients. How was he always so smooth? He always had those little lines that made their heart melt, even while half awake.

Trying to ignore his little grunt of annoyance at their lack of attention and the shuffled footsteps they heard coming towards them was nearly impossible. Especially when they feel his arms snake around their waist and his head perching on their shoulder, the warmth of Gavin and his blanket settling kindly around them. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” he mumbles. 

They hum in affirmation, still mixing.

“Baking isn’t really going to help that, you know.”

“I know,” they say simply.

“You should come back to bed,” he pleads, “if only to keep me company.”

They start pouring chocolate chips into the bowl to be incorporated into the dough. It was a firm belief of theirs that when making cookies, the one thing to measure with your heart was the chocolate chips.

“Maybe.”

“Deviant.”

And when they don’t respond, they eventually notice his breathing evening out and his head getting heavier against them.

“Gavin,” they warn, “do not fall asleep on me out here.”

“Well if I can’t fall asleep on you in our bed, where else am I supposed to do it?” he grumbles. 

They turn and press a kiss to his temple. “I’ll join you when the cookies are done baking, okay?”

Gavin could have the cookies done in an instant with magic. He’s asked Freelancer before if they wanted his help in that regard. They’ve always turned him down. He thinks there’s something important, something methodic to baking the cookies the hard way— the mortal way, that means something to them. 

So he turns too, kissing them on the lips and moving to make the pair a cup of tea. At this point he knew there was nothing he could do to tear them away from the kitchen. And tea didn’t always help Freelancer sleep, but really how much harm could a good cup of tea do? 

By the time the kettle was whistling, Freelancer was popping the tray of cookies into the oven and setting a timer. 

When Gavin reached for the box of chamomile tea bags, a motion out of the window caught his eye. A snowflake, floating past, illuminated by a streetlamp. Then another, close behind. And more after that.

“Deviant,” he calls softly, “It’s snowing.”

They step next to him, looking out to see the snow. 

“First of the season,” they comment. “Probably won’t stick.”

He hands them their cup of tea, curling his hands around his own. 

“Sure is pretty though. And now it really feels like the holidays.”

Gavin hums in acknowledgment, resting his arm across their shoulders to wrap his blanket around the pair. 

The quiet moment is interrupted by a noise of disgust from Freelancer who, after taking their first sip of tea, mumbles, “You forgot the sugar.”

Gavin makes tea for them often and he does not forget how they take their tea.

“Sugar doesn’t help you sleep,” he says simply, sipping from his own mug. 

They grumble something unintelligible, taking another sip of tea and scrunching their face at the taste. He presses a kiss to their forehead in amusement.

“Happy holidays, Deviant.”

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted gavin #redacted asmr fanfic #redacted audio fanfic #my words #feedback always appreciated :-)

[kariachi]

Some fic. Ben, Rook, shopping for a Kevin.

~~

“You know, I’m kind of glad Kevin doesn’t celebrate the holiday,” Ben said as he dragged Rook through the third store of the day. “It’s bad enough trying to find him a birthday present, think I’d snap if I had to get a Christmas one of top of it.” Trailing just behind, Rook nodded slowly.

“I am sure,” he said with a complete lack of certainty. It was his first winter on the planet and while he would have been taking an interest in all the celebrations going on anyway, his partner being a local had made it all the more imperative to throw his all into understanding the season. He didn’t see how it all added up, but he was trying.

Ben had already sworn up and down that he had found the perfect present for him, though as far as Rook was concerned that had been when Argit left town for a week to participate in Kevin’s preferred seasonal celebration.

“Could you not just get him something for his car,” he asked, trawling his mind for what he knew of the man from their yet brief friendship. Ben scoffed.

“You would think that, but no.” He huffed, continuing to go through a rack full of sweaters. “He’s so fucking picky about what goes with his car.”

“A book then, maybe,” Rook offered with a hum, only to get another huff in return.

“Every time I find a book I think he’d like, I find out later he already had it. That’s the problem with him-” Ben turned around, shaking a finger. “-if there’s something he wants, he gets it himself. If he doesn’t, Argit gets it for him. If there’s something he wants that doesn’t fall into either of those categories? Nobody knows what it is, because he doesn’t bother to say anything!” Groaning, he turned back to the sweaters.

Rook was fiercely reminded of the struggle of finding gifts for Shim, who never seemed to want anything specific.

“No wonder you are focusing on clothes.” He’d done that three years in a row, until his father had pulled him aside and told him she would probably appreciate her new clothes at the turn of the year more if she weren’t getting them for everything else as well. Then he’d been right back to the struggle. Luckily now he would be able to send exotic Earth fare to them all. Certainly, she’d enjoy that.

“Did you know, he didn’t even bother to tell us his birthday was coming up when we first started hanging out? We learned a week beforehand, by pure chance! He was going to just let it pass by!” Reaching out to pat Ben’s shoulder, Rook continued turning the options in his mind.

“What is Gwendolyn getting him,” he settled on, “maybe you could coordinate?” Silently Ben stepped away from the sweaters, turning Rook’s way with his mouth set in a line. He pulled his phone from his pocket, fiddled with it a heartbeat, then held it up. The screen showed the continuous texts between himself and his cousin. The latest was highlighted.

This man is impossible

“Ah.” Yeeep, as bad as his sister. As he considered whether or not he should also join in on this tradition or at least save himself the struggle for this year- they hardly knew each other, it might be fine, right?- Ben stuffed his phone away and returned to his search.

“I’d put fifty on her just taking him out to dinner again if I didn’t need it to get him any-fucking-thing…”

#fanfic #ben 10 #fuck it tagging #hopefully i can get a proper 'kevin birthday'-themed fic out today but if not #at least you get this

[eldritch-spouse]

helloo ! How are you ? I hope that you're not sick anymore ^^.

I was wondering, like what if the facility started to chase Breg after a few month or more and then, they found him. What would happen ?

One thing that I'm sure is that Breg would become mad, probably try to kill them. Maybe he will try to hide it to s/o so he doesn't have to tell them about his past ? What if they find out anyway ? How would they react ? Would they help him ? How would she react to seeing Breg lash out ?? How would Breg react afterward ??

(so many questions ! sorry if this is a bit too long and not very well put)

[Hellow 👋, I've been fully recovered for a day I think.]

First, you might want to look at these posts, they'll give you the general idea: 1 ; 2 . I'm going to focus mostly on the latter part of your ask.

The first thing Breg would do when he encounters, or preferably just spots, someone from the facility would be- Surprisingly, to avoid confrontation. It's more trouble than it's worth, put simply, even egghead knows that. Sure, he could gut one unit sent out to retrieve him feasibly, but who in the right mind wouldn't send an entire capture squad? This is the cream of the crop of the breeder facility, Breg knows it couldn't just be one random sod looking for him.

The best course of action is to move. Quickly. Breg would like to do this without saying anything about his past, but it would be hard, if not impossible. And he seriously considers just grabbing you and hauling ass without a word. He might. Anything to keep those curdled wounds deep in his soul. Sooner or later, there comes a point where he has to sit you down for a talk- Lashing out about the severity of his status as fugitive will warrant a fit of his own, and though the breeder won't hurt you, he'll make it known he's not fucking around. That you, of all people, should be the last one freaking out right now. Is him being a wanted modified specimen a deal-breaker for you? Too bad, angel. Too bad. He didn't choose this.

If you somehow make it clear you know about his past without the breeder ever having mentioned anything of the sort, then you have now just dipped into very dangerous waters. No one knows about his past. Aside from Fasma that is, but Fasma's digging has been subtle, Breg isn't aware the ectoplasm monster knows the nitty-gritty of his prior existence.

Breg's immediate reaction will be some manner of violence. Because who would know about his past, if not someone who had been to the facility itself? Who worked there. This is one of the rare times where Breg will do some damage to your body, whether it be nearly choking the life out of you or compressing your chest so hard to the ground that you crack several ribs. It's then that you see just a glimpse of the beast this monster can be, and how positively angelic he behaves around you. If you found this information through Fasma (the most likely scenario), then snitch on him to save your life. Otherwise you will very likely die in this encounter. Sure, you're sentencing the ecto-monster to a lot of hurt, but he's been through a lot- The old fart can take it.

Afterwards, in the best case scenario, things will be tense. Breg doesn't want to talk about it, he doesn't want to open up yet, and he won't.

#Bregory

[chromantisch]

while im still processing this emotional avalanche of an episode this moment struck me immediately because it is at the core of why team is hurting. and maybe also why win can't find the right words (yet).

"Are you still mad at me?" that is the same question he asked the photo of his childhood friend. team feels so so guilty. for causing his friend's death, for having been too reckless, too thoughtless, and possibly for surviving over him. it might not always be so obvious but that guilt is eating at him, tearing him apart. and he longs so much for just a little absolution, for his friend to tell him that he isn't mad at him.

and then it happens again. he is reckless again and he almost dies and win has to save him. and it's not exactly the same but if win can tell him that he's not mad anymore that he can be forgiven, maybe then he can also believe it. maybe then he can feel like the guilt, the hurt, will grow a little less someday.

but win doesn't know that, he can't give that to him. he is struggling to not fall apart from almost losing team, from having fallen so much deeper than he ever anticipated. he needs some distance between himself and how serious, how scary that situation was. and a part of it coud also be frustration with team being stubborn. because he doesn't understand why team did it, why he had to enter the swimming pool without permission and hurt him like that. team holds everything so close to his heart, he is so stubborn about not sharing his hurt. for him, having shown to win that he hurts at all is already so much. the thing about silence is that it keeps growing that it becomes more and more impossible to break. team doesn't know how to word that he is falling apart, let alone why. he can only ask win whether he's mad at him. and the answer is so much more devastating than a simple yes, because win voices his deepest fear, his deepest guilt: maybe he should have died that day, maybe he should have drowned instead of his friend.

win says the worst thing he possibly could and if he knew he would fall apart over it. but he doesn't know, he's just trying to somehow not lose himself in how entangled he has become, in how much he has let himself want something.

and team just can't say anything, he can only hurt in silence, because where would he even start? how can he ever put into words the things he doesn't want to think about?

#between us #between us the series #win and team are in an endless struggle for who hits closer to home for me #and for who can hurt me more #nobody talk to me today i need to think about this episode and nothing else

[land-of-birds-and-comics]

so about four years ago i wanted to spend twelve years torturing scrooge (and i'd like to say it's in a funny way, but i've actually made myself irreparably sentimental) about that one time donald disappeared. since it's just a series of vignettes i will try and see how far i get :) hopefully not in real time.

part 1 is here

part 5:

The phone rings…

—

Grandma asks the boys how they're doing, and they say they're fine. They say they've been accompanying their uncle on business trips. They say they're learning a lot about modern agriculture, even if it isn't anything good. Recently, they had to learn about squatter laws and the legal rights of the undead, too. They're receiving a highly diversified and practical education.

The four of them have a riveting conversation about topsoil and whether it might benefit from the presence of the howling spirits of the damned, at least in the sense of driving unsustainable farming operations away, and then they say good night, grandma, we love you, and she says good night, boys. I love you, too.

—

Gyro tells the boys about another prephysical, postphysical, extraphysical or superphysical phenomenon he's been researching every other week, expressing great distress over the fact that he started building his time machine before he fully understood it. Most of the words he uses have more syllables in them than there are people in the world who could explain them, but they listen to him, anyway.

The call is largely one-sided - Gyro doesn’t so much as pause to take a breath during which they could interrupt him - until he concludes, and they tell him to take care of himself, and he tells them that he’ll try.

—

More and more often, the boys ask Grandma what their uncle was like when he was their age, and what it was like to raise him, and she can only tell them that he was always going to be himself.

He was always there to help her when it counted, no matter how loudly he complained. It was easy for the other kids to make him angry, and it was easy for him to retaliate, but it was impossible to make him so angry that he wouldn’t come back for them. He could pick up any skill, but only if it interested him, and if it did, he seemed to have little ability to do anything else. He was just as adventurous as them, endlessly curious and heedless of the consequences.

He was her nephew, and her grandson, and… he was her boy, so he was perfect. Just like the three of them were always, at the end of the day, going to be perfect to him, and to her.

He was perfect to them, too, they say. 

—

For three months now, the phone has been ringing at five in the morning on the dot every single day, and lately, it’s been waking him up more often than not. Whenever he’s already awake for it, he thinks of the boys and feels vaguely guilty.

He can never get to sleep after the call, either. If he works through the night, he just sits at his desk, head in one hand, and rubs at his little helper’s head while he recharges.

—

The moment Grandma picks up, her attempt at a greeting is drowned out by three loud little voices, talking over each other in uncharacteristically uncoordinated outrage. He did it again, they say. What, she says. The thing, they say, the thing, the dumbest thing in the whole wide world that he could possibly do and does do on a regular basis because he’s the world’s dumbest duck.

It was like this, he had the forest, and the plans to tear it down, and the contract, of course! The conditions on which he wouldn’t do it. And he went behind their back to fill the conditions, and then he acted like they beat him. Who does that? And more than once? And why go to the trouble of something so stupidly expensive and complicated as importing endangered birds?

Well, she says, at least the forest was saved, but the kids won’t be soothed this time. He can’t keep doing this. He should know that they’re not stupid little babies anymore. They could do it all on their own. And he didn’t have to do it at all! What’s wrong with him? He must’ve agreed with them, so why didn’t he? 

They just want to talk to him. He never talks to them for real. 

—

Gyro has been steeling himself. He’s considered all possible responses: Bawling, yelling, silence. Worst of all, another endlessly kind and patient acknowledgement of the facts he, himself, still isn’t ready to acknowledge, and from people one third his age. He chokes on the words again and again, until, finally, he confesses that he’s started working on other projects on the side, just to keep the lights on.

The boys are shocked into silence on the other end of the line, but mostly because they had no idea that this hadn’t already been the case. He’s not sure what to say to that.

—

Did uncle Scrooge ever love uncle Donald? They’re just curious. They just miss him. They just need to know.

Elvira almost responds on autopilot, the same way anyone in their family would: Scrooge is just bad at connecting with people. Scrooge is just too prideful to admit it. Of course he does, and he always has, and he always will.

But she gets the sense that they’re really asking a different question. And she still wants to say it, and she wants to make up for what he won’t say, and she wants them to be a family, but then, there also has to be a limit. These boys do deserve better. Even Scrooge deserves better than to be coddled like this.

Scrooge certainly loved him when he needed him, she thinks, and then realises that this would be catastrophic to say. He loved him when he was there for him? He loved him when…

He loved him on the day before Christmas, when he was just ten years old. Donald had planned a snowball ambush that enraged his uncle until it escalated into an avalanche that almost impressed him, until he felt justified in fighting back at full force.

They came inside soaked and freezing and chattering and Scrooge, having forgotten all about the evils of federally mandated bank holidays, laughed out loud about how he’ll have to get bigger if he really wants to fight him, and he’ll have to get a whole lot smarter if he ever wants to beat him.

Donald said he could beat him at anything, and that one day, he could even be a better businessman than him, if he wanted to. And Scrooge clapped an arm around his shoulder in front of the fireplace and said that that’s great news. He always did want an heir.

And he loved him, then. She’s sure of it. She can’t be sure of anything else.

Uncle Donald always loved uncle Scrooge, they say. Not just on the day before Christmas.

And she says- Well, they were never perfect to each other. Maybe that’s the difference. They always wanted the other to change, and they never did, but they also never stopped wanting it. She’s not sure what to call that. 

The boys don’t say anything.

There’s love everywhere, she says. They’re never going to run out, not if they keep looking. That’s what matters. They just have to keep looking.

—

The phone rings…

#this was going to go on longer but you know what #duckfic