#4 ears… twice the power…

[sluttywoozi]

Interlude No. 4 | kmg x reader

Interlude No. 4: Twice, Mingyu has tried to go home and the third time, he actually makes it out of the door. So why has he come back?

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.7k | Pairing: kmg x reader | Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: shower sex, oral m. rec., fingering, tiny flash of masochism, piv sex, creampie

Reader Notes: has a vagina

The first time Mingyu tries to leave, you’re the one who stops him. 

Not by force, that probably wouldn’t be possible, but you know your pouty face is just as powerful as his muscles are, especially when you use it against him. 

So when he starts pulling his arm out from behind your back and lets out that big sigh, you turn it on and gaze at him, begging him not to go with everything but words. He takes one look at your face and wilts, gathering your body up against his and settling deeper into the couch before reaching for the remote to tell Netflix you’re still watching. 

With your head tucked up under his chin and his arms around you, he doesn’t see the wicked little grin that quirks the corners of your mouth, or how pleased you are at having easily convinced him to stay at least another hour. 

.

The second time Mingyu tries to leave, he’s the one who stops himself. 

He’s halfway to the door with you just a few steps behind him, his hoodie already tugged over his head and one arm, before he realizes something and turns around. 

“I can’t see you tomorrow, can I?” He asks, dejection clear in his voice. 

You scrunch your mouth to the side and shake your head regretfully, “I have to work late and then I have drinks with the girls.”

“And you’re sure you can’t come over after? Even just to sleep?” He sounds so small, trying to negotiate time with you like this. 

“You know we stay out pretty late, and I’m expected at the office early the next day for that project.”

“Right… Right,” he sighs, pouting slightly and looking around before shrugging the hoodie off and striding back over to the couch, catching your hand on the way and pulling you behind him. 

“I’ll stay a bit longer then,” he smiles up at you as he sinks onto the cushion, taking hold of your hips and guiding you into his lap. 

This time, you don’t watch a show, you just sit with your ear pressed against his chest and your legs curled up, his big arms warm around you and his heartbeat nearly lulling you to sleep. You chat for a while before you both fall silent, content to breathe together and soak in the time you still have. 

. 

The third time Mingyu tries to leave, he’s successful. 

You wish you could keep him, especially with the rain pelting the windows, the drops falling so quickly they glide down the glass in streaks, but you think that might count as abduction and you’re not about to catch a charge for a man. 

But the man is Mingyu…

No. You have to let him leave this time, even though you kind of want him to stay and move in and be with you forever. That’s a scary thought when it’s only been a few months and you’re not sure where Mingyu stands, but you have to be honest with yourself. 

You think you love him. 

It only gets clearer with every interaction, every hug, every kiss, every caring little thing he does for you. He’s grown to know you so quickly in the short time you’ve shared together, grown to understand you and appreciate you, and you’ve done the same for him. 

You know how he likes his coffee, you know not to expect him for at least an hour when he tells you he’s working out, you know what each of his hugs, each of his kisses mean. 

You know that the hug he’s giving you now means he doesn’t want to go, his whole body curved around you as he sways lightly from side to side, his arms holding you tight and his eyes squeezed shut. 

Fuck, of course, you love him. 

When he finally pulls back enough to kiss you, it’s one you don’t recognize. 

It’s slow, and deep, and full of feeling, his lips moving against yours and his hand cupping your cheek so gently, you wonder if he thinks you’re made of glass. He’s barely broken the kiss before he’s leaning in to press his mouth to yours again, as if the first wasn’t enough, as if it could never be enough. 

When he kisses you a third time, just as sweetly, just as softly, you feel the words on the tip of your tongue. It would be so easy to let them slip, to breathe them into his lips, to sigh them out as he pulls away. 

But when your mouth is finally free to speak, you find you can’t tell him yet. 

So you let him go with just a goodnight, watch him as he walks towards the stairs, his steps large and quick but hesitant too, like he’s forcing himself to keep going. When he disappears into the stairwell, you glumly return to your apartment, locking the door and heading over to the window to watch him leave. 

He bursts out of your building, hood up, and you’re convinced you can hear his swearing as he darts across the road to his car, his keys already out and his hand reaching for the door. He doesn’t open it though, doesn’t get in, even as rain soaks into his clothes and lightning paints the sky. 

Instead, he turns, his eyes finding you in your window as he pulls the hood down. 

There’s a look in them that’s familiar to you, though you haven’t categorized it yet. 

It’s the same look he gives you when you wake up together, when you reach out and fix his hair, when you surprise him at the gym with his favorite protein smoothie. 

Water is trailing down his face now, his hair dripping and sticking to his forehead, his light gray sweatsuit darkening the longer he stands still. You almost jump when he nods to himself and races back across the street, your breathing stalled for a tense thirty seconds before you hear a knock on your door. 

You dart over, unlocking it and swiftly pulling it open to find him, panting and drenched and grinning brighter than you’ve ever seen. 

“Mingyu, what-”

“I love you,” he gasps with wide eyes, reaching for your hands. You give them to him numbly, his words ringing in your mind. 

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. 

“You… love me?” You repeat, shocked at his words, though you probably shouldn’t be. 

“Yes, I love you. I couldn’t leave without saying it,” his smile begins to wane, his earlier excitement fading. “Is it too soon? It’s okay if you don’t-”

“Mingyu, I love you,” the words spill out of your mouth, your earlier hesitation all but forgotten in the wake of his confession. 

He’s beaming now, bringing both cold, wet hands up to cup your face and leaning in to kiss all over. You can’t help but giggle in enamored exhilaration, wrapping your fingers around his wrists and pulling him even closer. Finally, he stops smiling long enough to press his lips to yours, the kiss you didn’t recognize earlier now obviously being one of true, undeniable love. 

It grows heated quickly, and you thank your neighbors for being homebodies like you because it means you can drag him into your apartment by the hair without any disapproving looks. 

He’s dripping all over your hardwoods but you can’t find it in yourself to care, until he shivers so hard, his lips fall from yours. 

“I’m fucking freezing, can we do it in the shower?” He asks, teeth chattering and lips pale where they should be red and juicy from your kisses. 

“Yeah, Gyu, c’mon,” you steer him toward the bathroom, though you know he knows where it is, and skip ahead of him to start the water, hoping it’ll be warm by the time he gets his sodden clothes off. 

He struggles out of the hoodie, white tank rising with it, and squeezes out as much moisture as he can before laying it out on your sink, doing the same with his sweats. Even his boxers are wet, and when you reach out to hold his hips, you find his skin is ice cold. 

“Babe, you warm up in the shower and I’ll put these in the dryer, okay?” You offer, concerned and more than a little endeared. 

“Okay,” he whispers, turning around and pressing his quivering lips to yours before sweeping back your shower curtain and climbing into the tub, hissing at the stark difference in temperature. 

Gathering up his clothes in your arms, you jog over to your closet, throwing his things in the dryer and starting it up on low, knowing that if they shrink, there’s no hope of them fitting him again. 

He’s singing when you get back, a song you don’t know but one that’s obviously about love, and as you undress, you call out, “Gyu, I’m back,” so you don’t startle him into falling (like you have before). 

“Yay,” he pulls open the curtain and grips your wrist, pulling until you laugh and get into the shower with him. He looks just about back to normal, his skin flushed with heat and his lips bright and plump, and when you lean in to kiss him, he’s no longer trembling. 

Content with his recovery, you let him press you up against the shower wall, gasping at the chilly tiles before his arms wrap around your back to act as a barrier. Your fingers sink into his hair, tugging at the short strands, your tongue slipping into his mouth when it opens on a sharp gasp. 

He pulls you into his chest, his slowly hardening cock brushing against your thigh, making you reach down and take hold of it. He lets out a little moan, his arms flexing around your body as your hand starts to glide up and down, stroking him to full thickness and then stroking him some more. 

You can’t stop kissing him, you feel like you need his air to breathe, like you’ll perish if his lips part from yours for even a second, but soon enough, there’s something you want even more. 

You want his cock in your mouth, want to feel its heavy weight on your tongue, so you pull away and sink to your knees, grateful for your rainfall showerhead and the fact that it means there’s no water falling into your eyes. You have a perfectly clear view as you stare up at him, your lips aching to wrap around the weeping head of his dick. 

“Baby, I don’t wanna cum like this,” Mingyu gasps, his palm on your cheek and his gaze caught on your mouth. 

“Then don’t,” you instruct unhelpfully, before licking up the gathered precum and sliding his cock between your lips. 

He bites out a swear, his head tipping forward as he braces a hand on the shower wall, the other shifting from your cheek to grip your hair, though he doesn’t pull or guide you at all. He just watches and takes it as you bob on his dick, your watering eyes locked with his and your knees starting to smart from the hard ceramic of the tub. 

It isn’t long at all before he’s gasping out your name and twitching in your mouth, his hand clenching in your hair as he whines, “Baby, baby, stop, I’m gonna cum.” 

You know he can cum twice but thanks to your earlier delays in him leaving, it’s already pretty late and you both have work in the morning. So instead of pushing, you pull back instead, letting his cock fall from your mouth before attempting to stand. 

Mingyu’s hands hook beneath your arms and help bring you up, holding you close to his body as he leans in and sucks his taste off your tongue. When he pulls back, you begin to turn in his arms, getting into your usual position for shower sex. 

“No, not like that, I wanna see you, please,” he sounds so needy, so weak for you, and you don’t have the strength to tease him, not when he’s vulnerable like this. You just turn back around, wrap your arms around his neck, and hitch a leg up on his waist to open yourself up for him. 

His fingers find the heat between your thighs and start to prepare you, dipping into your cunt and stretching you out, curling inside you to grind into your sweet spot and get you even wetter. Even with his fingers, you still feel empty, and you don’t think that will change until it’s his cock instead. 

“Mingyu, I’m- that’s enough, just-,” you can barely even find the words to tell him what you want, desperately needing him to fill you up, make you whole again. 

He doesn’t respond beyond a short nod and the withdrawal of his fingers, his dick notching in your entrance before he starts to push in. He’s slow about it, gentle, knowing that it’s been a few days since you last fucked and that you didn’t get nearly enough foreplay for him to just bully his way inside. 

You almost wish he would, your greed for him is that dire, but when he’s finally fully seated in you, he fits so perfectly it’s almost as if you’re one person instead of two. He sobs out a swear, just barely pulling back before taking hold of the leg you’ve got propped on his waist and hitching it up higher. 

His hips roll into yours in short, deep thrusts, the angle allowing him to drag the head of his cock over your g-spot every so often, making your head spin and your nails dig into his shoulders. You know he likes the pain, likes the lingering marks, so you don’t try to stop, instead holding on for dear life as he pulls back further and fucks into you like he means it. 

Normally, you’d speak to each other, tease each other, but this time, it’s different. 

You already said what you needed to say and you’re doing the rest of the talking with your bodies, every push and pull an affirmation of the words you exchanged barely twenty minutes ago. They echo in your mind, mixing with your syrupy sweet thoughts and desires and wishes until your head is a tangled, beautiful mess. 

You give up on trying to make sense of anything when he starts kissing you again, all of your brain power focused on kissing him back as he makes a home inside of you. You’re prepared to throw up some flower boxes and roll out a welcoming mat for him, prepared to give him the key to your lock and the secrets buried under your floorboards. 

You have a feeling he’d treasure them all, just like he treasures you, cherishes you, loves you. 

He loves you, and you love him, and suddenly, your heart is so swollen with it, you almost can’t breathe. 

“I love you,” you gasp into his mouth. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

You’re wholly unprepared for the flood of cum that fills you, and the rush of oxytocin and adoration that overtakes you as you break together, spurred by your words and his twitching, leaking cock. His whimpers vibrate against your lips, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you in so close you can feel his pounding heart. 

“I love you,” he whispers over and over again, as he pulls out, as he cleans you up, as he washes your face with your cleanser, as he wipes himself and you down with a towel, as he pulls his boxers back on. 

He whispers it again as he settles into bed with you, and you muster up enough energy to say it back before dropping into sleep, content in his arms and in the knowledge that he’ll be there when you wake up.

AN: in existence bc of my love @bbychocolat, thank you for always fueling me with your beautiful mind and love for mingyu

My Masterlist

the song mingyu was singing

#svthub #k vanity #✨em’s interludes✨ #mingyu oneshot #mingyu fanfic #mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines #mingyu x you #mingyu x y/n #kim mingyu smut #kim mingyu x reader #kim mingyu fluff #kim mingyu imagines #kim mingyu x you #seventeen smut #seventeen fic #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt smut #svt fanfic #kpop smut #kpop imagine #kpop oneshots #kpop scenarios #✨emily writes✨

[ririblogsss]

Danny in central City pt2

part 1

Danny is chilling in the dorms rooftop again, when he feels a very powerful gust off wind. Looking to the side he finds impulse the local teen hero of Central City. Danny only nods his way and mutters that the stars look very pretty tonight. Impulse manages to hear him and looks up, but the night sky isn't visible because of all the light pollution. Super-eyesight he notes it down In his brain. Impulse asks for his name while he sits down besides him Danny responds meekly.

The silence is so loud even though there's cars and overall noise of the city. Their science is tense. Danny thinks that one wrong move and he'll get handed to the GIW for experimentation and extermination. Impulse is thinking of the best way to approach Danny without spooking him away.

In the end Danny decides to break the silence, as he's always hated awkward silences and feels the need to constantly talk in order to make it feel less tense."Did you know hot ice exists? yeah like about 33 light-years away is an exoplanet called Gliese 436 b. The planet is composed of different water elements, which form burning ice, so in essence there is a thing that is hot ice" Danny just continues to ramble all the facts he learn past midnight during high school. Hoping that impulse would just get tiered of him or get called back by whoever is behind the coms. But it doesn't happen Impulse lays next to him looking up at the sky listening to him ramble making humming noises and nods to show he is listening.

Danny doesn't know what to do he's running out of topics and facts fast and its not like he can just leave. So Danny does what anyone that's in the same type of situation does, he starts trauma dumping on accident. Well Dannys not sure its trauma dumping it has nothing to do with his half death or ghost or really anything after his 13 th birthday.

"You know my parents have a lab in our basement" Impulse chokes on air but Danny continues on "yeah its pretty cool when I was 4 I was allowed to go in and experiment with all the substances along as my older sister was there" Impulse face, or what Danny can see of it looks contorted in a grimace/sad look, so Danny immediately tries to back track."Wait wait that sounds like I was in danger, I wasn't I only made mustard gas twice before I learned all the components that made It and made sure to never mix them, and I only burned my hand 6 times with the surface mix lamp, and I got pretty good at using it. look see this" Danny holds out his wrist with an intricate bracelet made out of glass, it has green, blue and black accents on it swirling. "WAIT you made that, brUHHH that's amazing likeomgyoucouldsellthisiwouldbuythisitssocool......." Danny had to strain his ears in order to fully understand what impulse was saying as he went on a tangent about how cool the bracelet was.

"Here" Danny says holding out the bracelet, Impulse blanches and tries to refuse saying that he doesn't need it or whatever but Danny is stubborn he keeps holding out the bracelet unrelenting until impulse takes it and puts it on. "Consider it a gist from a fan and a thank you for sitting with me and listening to me ramble about space" Then Danny stands up stretching himself and starts heading towards the stair case. Leaving a dumbfounded impulse behind.

Danny hears a whisper of 'What the fuck' before he hears the distinct break of air that only comes from speedsters running off.

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover

[bonefall]

I know you talked about Crowfeather's abuse to Breezepelt, but are you keeping Nightcloud's physical abuse against Crowfeather? In all their arguments, Nightcloud is the only one who ever gets physical with Crow. In the books, she rakes her claws against him a few times drawing blood. If I had been young Breeze and had seen that it'd be one of the things that would make me do my best to be and stay in my mother's good graces. Yeah, my dad may smack me but he never cuts me, never leaves me open for death by infection.

When?

Have you read the books you're confidently citing right now? Or did you hear this from some amoeba and then didn't check it before coming into my house

POWER OF THREE:

The Sight: 13 mentions. Takes Breezepaw's side in a small verbal argument, then scolds him for xenophobia. Is scared her only child almost died and insists on carrying him alone. Upset when Leafpool makes a flirtatious comment to her husband, soothes two kids to sleep

Dark River: 4 mentions. Exists on a patrol and Leafpool is jealous of her.

Outcast: 1 mention. Nicely says goodbye to Crowfeather as he stares off into the distance thinking about Feathertail.

Eclipse: 1 mention. Takes part in the eclipse battle with the rest of WindClan.

Long Shadows: Unmentioned.

Sunrise: 4 mentions. Hears the reveal at the gathering and looks "bewildered and angry." Crowfeather tells her that he, "Has no kits other than Breezepelt" and she pins her ears against her head.

Was it here? In one of these 23 mentions across 6 books? PLEASE point out the "Cuts Me, Leaving Me Open For Death By Infection." I'm SO curious.

OMEN OF THE STARS:

The Fourth Apprentice: Unmentioned.

Fading Echoes: 1 mention. Thinks Dovepaw disguised her scent.

Night Whispers: 6 mentions. Argues with Crowfeather at Gatherings. Leafpool comes across a fight between Breezepelt and Lionblaze and pleads to Crowfeather, "How can you watch your sons fight?!" Nightcloud jumps forward glaring, repeats that her husband has no kits other than Breezepelt. Leafpool jumps in front of a Breezepelt lunge. Crowfeather jumps in, grabs his son, and "throws him aside like prey" before bitterly mocking another love confession from Leafpool. Nightcloud drags Crowfeather off. Crowfeather turns on Nightcloud, hissing, and Breezepelt jumps between them and says, "leave my mother alone." Warns them, "Next time, we'll shred you!" Later says something rude about RiverClan at a Gathering.

Sign of the Moon: Unmentioned.

The Forgotten Warrior: 2 mentions. Glares at Hollyleaf twice.

The Last Hope: 6 mentions. Is on a patrol that finds Jayfeather in a thornbush and glares at him. Then Crowfeather says it was all actually HER fault that Breezepelt turned out to be such a little brat.

Which one of these 9 MENTIONS ACROSS 6 BOOKS are we going for, today? Was it the part in Night Whispers? Is THAT where she Cuts His Life Into Pieces This Is Her Last Resort?

Let's play I-Spy 🔎! Highlight all the places Nightcloud "draws blood!"

Which of the following characters in this passage are bleeding? Is Crowfeather any of them 🤔? No?

Is it here? Is it this part? Which of these cats are bleeding? Is it Crowfeather🪶? Is it Lionblaze🦁? Is it beloved Character Actress Margot Martindale💃?

Oh? You mean to tell me that you were misrepresenting a cat dragging away another cat as "RAKING HER CLAWS AGAINST HIM DRAWING BLOOD AND LEAVING HIM OPEN FOR INFECTIONS TO DIE"?

In other words, a lie?

Pulling a big lever and sending you down into The Nightcloud Derangement Pit. I will be further woobifying her unencumbered. The Nightcloud Agenda will spread. Soon we will take the west coast.

#Yes okay Crowfeather is abusive. But what about the nearest woman #what ABOUT the nearest woman. #If you ask me about the nearest woman I will already have her number and you will NOT be getting it #Nightcloud #warrior cats analysis #Nightcloud wc #And no. Being listed in the allegiances does not count as a mention.

[swans-chirping-in-the-distance]

It's not "only Sophie can do this". That is so far from true. Her friends are:

Fitz, one of the most powerful telepaths of his time. Could've killed someone if his friends didn't stop him. Sort of did kill him. Btw, it was his traitorous older brother.

Biana, one of if not the ONLY vanisher who can completely vanish to every species. Has twice tackled murderers. Almost fell off Mount Everest and is covered in scars because of those times. She's super proud of it. Literally could kill you in a face full of a makeup

Keefe, also tested on. Has 3-4 abilities, two of which are new with him. Snarked the ogre king and won a sparring match with him because of it. Also ripped out THE ogre king's earring. Pretty good with weapons. Can make you listen by word of mouth.

Dex, such a powerful technopath that the council requested him to make special tech instead of an elf that's hundreds of years old and invented most of society's daily gadgets. Often underestimated.

Tam, one of the few shades that can control shadowflux. Joined a group of murderers and killed a friend to save his sister (yeah Keefe's alive, but Tam thought that Stellarlune would kill him and he still did it).

Linh, who held up a river surrounding a kingdom that was poisonous and harder to control when she didn't have full control over her abilities. Btw, she was 15.

She is friends with a variety of elves with crazy powers, ogres, trolls, dwarves, gnomes, and a human.

Only Sophie being able to go in these battles is dumb. It makes sense bcz she's the mc, but not in the actual series.

So I present multi-perspective kotlc.

Solves the "only Sophie can do this" issue. Better for character development. Makes side characters' relationships and lives matter more.

It would change the plot slightly but I think it would help.

#kotlc headcanons #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #sophie foster #keefe sencen #biana vacker #tam song #fitz vacker #dex dizznee #linh song #I SAY THIS AS A LOVER OF THE SERIES OKAY

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

4,10 and 19 ? 👀 (did I do it right ? Or do I have add something to it ?)

4. You know I'd do anything to keep you by my side right? Anything.

10. Let me call you mine just for tonight.

19. Never scare me like that again!

Nope you did it right! Lol Thank you for sending this in ☺️

Hope you don't mind if I use the prison au, it has me in a chokehold 😫 Au belongs to @rius-cave

Lucifer pulled Adam along by the collar of his jumpsuit back to their shared cell. He was fucking pissed at the ex-officer, how stupid can you be?!

Adam was sporting a freshly made black eye, given to him by one of the V gang members. He didn't say anything as he was pulled along, he did what he did for a reason and he'd do it again.

Lucifer all but threw Adam into their cell slamming the door behind them, he waited for the click to be sure the door was locked. Adam sat down on the bed and just waited for the ear full he knew he was in for. Lucifer came up to him and gripped Adam's jaw, making him look Lucifer in the eye. "Don't you ever scare me like that again!! Do you hear me? You could have fucking died!" Lucifer roared, his voice sounded angry, but it was laced with concern.

Adam rolled his eyes which earned him a stronger grip on his jaw. "Like you give a shit." He ground out.

Lucifer glared, the nerve of this prick! "Look," he started "I know you were only trying to get that V asshole off of Anthony, I agree the guy could use a shit kicking for what he does to that kid. But putting yourself in harm's way like that? Val wouldn't think twice about shanking you."

Adam and Anthony or 'Angel' as his street name was, have grown close in the clink. So when Adam saw that fucker smacking his friend around, it set something inside his soul on fire. So he stepped in and shoved the prick into his equally weird friend. That had earned Adam his black eye when Val stood back up. Apparently, he had more in mind than just blackening the ex-officers eye.

Lucifer had stepped in at the last second and stole the shank away and had embedded it into Val's ribcage.

Adam felt his eye throb at the memory. "Well, if you'd have let him, your job here would be done now wouldn't it?"

Lucifer was taken aback by this, but he recovered quickly. "Are you really that stupid? I take my deals very seriously. For as long as I own you, you will not be harmed as much within my power."

Lucifer got closer to his face, his blue eyes boring into Adam's dark brown ones, this close he thought he could see flecks of gold. "You know I'd do anything to keep you by my side, right? Anything." He growled out. What did he have to do to drive the point home?

Adam felt his breath hitch in his throat. Somehow this felt different, like something between has changed. "I don't know, do I know that?" Sure, there had been lingering touches, they showered together for fuck sakes and even shared a weird kiss but they had never done more than that.

"I don't like people touching what belongs to me. You're my bitch, only I can touch you." Lucifer trailed a hand, the one not holding Adam's jaw, down from Adam's neck to the buttons of his jumpsuit toying with them. He undid the top button and smiled when he felt Adam shiver. "Let me call you mine, just for tonight." He whispered against Adams lips.

Yes, he owned this man's ass but he wouldn't force him into any unwanted sexual situations. Lucifer wasn't a monster.

Adam swore the temperature in their cell was turned up to a suffocating degree, he was hot all over. He knew the blonde twink wasn't going to let him fuck him, Lucifer was planning on fucking him. Adam had never been with a man before. He always thought that if he did try to sleep with a man one day, it sure was shit wasn't gonna happen in prison.

Beggers can't be choosers he supposed.

"Okay." Was all he said before Lucifer's lips attached themselves to his own, stealing the air out of his lungs. Adam felt himself being pushed down into the bunk bed, Lucifer crawling on top of him. He felt his jumpsuit being unbuttoned.

Even if this was a mistake, a choice made in the heat of the moment with emotions running too high. Neither could deny afterwards how fucking great it had been.

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #ask #prison au

[andysorbit]

hiii. I am here to beg on my knees to have YOU write anything for Minho plz plz plz!!! go to town with it. I know you'll write something heavenly nasty that'll make my clits alarm go WEEE-OOO 🚨 feed my 13 years of delulu. fuck me up. *kitheth* from your fellow SHINee hoe 💎

I knew I'd be seeing you about our favorite himbo 😎😎

I got some good news homie you don't even have to beg... walk with me for a moment... I gotta tell you something 😏

Minors, fuck off

Mentions of a reader who owns a cooter

so Minho is type of partner who has 3 sides.

1. Hard Dom

Hard dom Minho is very serious when you two are playing. He's firm. He's not gonna tell you something 3 or 4 times. He knows that it's absolutely realistic to be so caught up in excitement, lust, and the orders that he gives you that his commands fall on short-circuiting ears but he will never tell you something more than twice. Never.

He loves things messy and sloppy. He's the kind of guy to devour your pussy just because he it's his favorite thing to do. He doesn't care if he's supposed to be punishing you. He has a weakness: tasting you, bumping his nose against your clit while he's fucking you with his tongue, seeing the way your thighs glisten when he spreads your legs. He's obsessed with it. When you're good, he'll eat you out, fuck you, spill his cum inside of you, and then go right back to eating you out. He doesn't necessarily care about what's considered taboo when it comes to eating you out or even if lapping his own cum up as he eats you out is considered insane. He knows what he wants, he knows what he likes, and above all else; he knows that everything he does makes you cum harder and harder each time he does it to you and that's the only thing he has on his mind. When you're bad, you don't get to try and scoot away from him or push him off of you. He's not pulling you back to him. Why? Because you're not moving away from him and why are you not moving away from him? Because you know better. Oh, God do you know better.

He's big on doggy style. The way he can grab at you, reposition you, drive his cock deep into you with deep emphatic strokes that he knows will have you sobbing and begging him to never stop. He loves that he all of this power over you because when he's talking dirty in your ear; calling you a cum dump, an easy hole, or a cocksleeve- he doesn't have to sell that concept to you. You both know how easy you'll give it up for him. He loves that he's found someone he can love and degrade, worship and deprive, pamper and control.

He's a huge fan of watching you struggle to fit his cock inside you

(3rd arm agenda, okay??)

He's gonna talk some shit about it too. He isn't a toxic man but he's a manly man and manly men like doing things that bring out the masculine parts of themselves that make them feel all of the wonders of their "prime" (I use the term "prime" very loosely because as long as you're alive, you're in your prime) so he loves dragging you back to him when he's overstimulating you, loves how you try in vain to push his hands away from your sensitive cunt, how you respond to how deep his voice is as he's talking you through another orgasm.

He likes to spank you and sometimes slap your face but he loves handling you and he'd much rather wrap a hand around your throat to hold you in place while he's fucking you in missionary. When he's fucking you from behind, he'd rather trap your arms behind your back and drive into you. He loves the Pretzel Dip position the best and will definitely make you suck his fingers any chance he gets.

He has an oral fixation. Will he obliterate your throat? Yes. The sight of you on your knees for him; teary-eyed, trembling, and drooling from the corners of your mouth is enough to make him cum.

2. Soft dom

Minho as a soft dom is playfully and adventurous. He likes to laugh and tease and he's a bit of a pushover. He'll tease you just so he can hear you whine and laugh when you do. He thinks you're cute, lush, beautiful. He wants to show you that even though you're both playing, you're still the center of everything for him. He wants to spoil you with his time, his love, his body. He loves knowing that he can get you off. That alone is so hot and he wants to show you that he appreciates the trust you have for him in all aspects of your relationship. He loves watching his fingers or his cock slowly sink into your cunt or how puffy and used your lips get from blowing him. He's gonna tell you that your cunt is gorgeous- yes gorgeous because to call anything about you pretty is lazy in his eyes and he has to always do his best to make you comprehend how he sees you.

3. Sub Minho

He's gonna praise you, talk you through your orgasms, overstimulate you while he chuckles. When you're trying to get away from him, he's very much a "Hey, love, don't leave me... Please. Need you so much, okay?" and how could you ever deprive this man of his favorite indulgence?

Every once in a while, he'll let you take control. He's not super submissive but he'll let you pull his hair, choke him, and whatever else you want- within reason. He's not into pegging but he's a giver and he's fair so he'll let you try things if you're curious.

Bonus: Aftercare

When he's in the head space to let you be in control, he likes watching you ride him. Loves the way you look when you hover over him and fuck yourself up and down on his cock; how you sigh when he reaches up to toy with your nipples or presses his hand to the small if your back. He's just in love.

Overall, Minho is a simp for his partner and aftercare is something he loves to do. Aftercare when he's done hard domming you is gentle, quiet, and playful. He also needs reassurance from you. Reassurance that he satisfied you and that he didn't go too far. He has the self control of a Saint but he always needs the reassurance that in his own moment of excitement, lust, and control that you didn't set a boundary only for it to fall on short-circuited ears. He's getting you a drink, cracking a window for some fresh air, and you're both going into the gentle affirmations part of your aftercare routine.

When he's done soft domming you, he's silly, soft, and clingy. He loves holding you but he also loves when you hold him so he can press his face into the crook of your neck for some good ol' snuggle time.

and thank you for coming to my TedTalk

When he's feeling more submissive, he doesn't feel that he needs aftercare unless you're both trying something new but he likes to cater to you and your needs after. Sometimes you need it and other times you don't. When you don't, he's down to just rest with you.

no but that was a spiral that I didn't expect holy hell thank you for reading if you got through it all!!

and thank you to @saradika for the dividers 🤍

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I see you're taking requests so, I'd like to request for a fic of the 4 WHB kings meeting for the first time as childhood friends.

Or, you can write a fic of them playing together as kids.

All I want is a fic of them as kids with no one else. No Solomon, no Y/N, just the 4 of them. Maybe they'll even help each other with angel trauma.

Ah yes anon, I did not forget this one....I just needed some time to really be like hmmm how should I have them interact?? I hope this will make it worth the wait! If not, I'll take another crack at it ;.; I even have it where Satan gives Mammon and Beelzebub nicknames! That's just a little headcanon I threw in there so you aren't thrown off. This is being told from Leviathan's perspective btw

There they are again...those loud kids. I wish they wouldn't be so loud. I cover my ears, thinking to my head that they'd just shut up. It's been a week now since I was brought here, to this center point of Hell where the future "Kings" were to be monitored and protected. From them. I didn't need protection. In fact, it was the other way around. They needed me to protect them. So why was I here with these three? None of them seem fit to rule anything less long be mature about anything.

How I loathe their ignorance.

A ball rolls over to my feet, and I stare at it blankly. I suddenly see a pair of white boots running up and stopping a few inches before me. It's only when I look up and see his unpleasant red eyes and annoying smile that I grimace.

"Hey, whatcha sittin' here all alone for? Come play!" His smile is sickening, I turn away and refuse to acknowledge him. Perhaps he'd go away and leave me alone.

"Ah, Satan what's going on? Mammon's waiting." Another voice belonging to another pair of feet. Black loafers. Really nice ones. I glance at my bare feet and become even further irritated. Then comes another voice.

"If you two are done getting my ball, let's go and play again before the elders come."

"Dummy, they're not coming here for that."

"Yeah, they won't. And this is my ball by the way." "Well, you're mine. So that ball is mine."

"Shut...up." I say it under my breath at first. Hoping they'd hear me and go away. But they kept talking about this stupid ball. This stupid purple ball.

I glare at it as it vibrates violently. The three devils around me kept talking until a loud POP echoed. The ball exploded, sending pieces of rubber flying in several directions.

I looked over myself, seeing that I was covered. A fluff of white, cat smelling hair covered me, two arms holding me tightly until I squirmed. The devil pulls back, staring at me with a serious look on his face. I blink in disbelief, silent until he speaks to me.

"Hey, you okay?"

I didn't answer him. The other devils ran up next to us and one named Mammon spoke first.

"That's weird, normally plain balls like this don't explode. What happened?"

"I think he did it." The devil with the single horn in the middle of his head looks at me with a smirk. "With his mind powers."

I frown and turn away again. A hand taps my shoulder and I turn to see that it was the red-eyed devil, Satan, who touched me.

"Did you do that?"

Annoyed enough for the day, I answer.

"Yes. And so what?"

His red eyes blink twice before a huge grin spreads across his face. "You were angry, weren't you. That we talk too much?" The three devils look at me, all of them waiting for my answer. I didn't know what to do or what to say. I wish they'd just leave me alone. Be afraid of me. Something other than just...staring.

"You're all...stupid." I turn and bury my head between my knees. But I feel three hands touch my back and I cringe.

"We may be stupid, but you're our friend too ya know. Even if you don't want to play with us."

"Go away."

I feel the pressure on my back disappear, excited gasps behind me as I hear them speak amongst themselves again.

"See I told you he has mind powers, he repelled us just like that."

"Bell, I don't think it's mind powers. Maybe speech?"

"Maybe it's a game. Let's not bother him for now."

"How about a game of tag. NOT IT."

"HA, NOT IT EITHER!"

"Oh..."

I tune them out the best I can for the rest of the day until the elders show up. One of them got onto me for destroying the ball without making sure everyone was a safe distance away. I hated being lectured, it mattered not to me if they were idiotic enough to get caught in the crossfire.

For the next few days I was to sit in the corner of the room and observe the three. How they did their tasks and exercises together. How they were able to study and complete challenges together while smiling and sometimes goofing off. There was something about their bond that I couldn't stand. Something...that I wish I could have but didn't.

Freedom.

To be themselves, to be off guard. We were stuck in this room for now, and yet...they treated it like a vacation. All this reminded me of that place. How I was nothing but a number, an experiment. And I barely made it out.

They didn't know. They'd never know this feeling. How dare they sit here and treat this like something of a game. I hated them.

No, you don't, Leviathan. That's not hate.

Then?

You want to feel what they feel. You're jealous of them.

Stupid. Emotions are nothing but troublesome and stupid. Being jealous of being blissfully ignorant is...stupid.

My thoughts are interrupted yet again, Satan approaching me with that grin on his face that he always has.

"The name on the chart on the wall says you're Leviathan. I'm callin' you Levi."

"No."

"Come on Levi, let's play! Mams and Beel are planning out our next hide and seek game."

"..."

My wrist is grabbed anyway as he pulls me over to the group. Something inside of me said it was fine to try. To trust them. Maybe...it wouldn't be so bad to have someone you could trust, especially a devil who protects you from a rubber ball you exploded purposely.

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A/N :Okay, I think you've been waiting for this one! Hopefully it’ll take my mind of the fact that we were all simping for a person that takes the cringeat nudes

* This is bad

* This is really, really bad

* You watch Ares — Kronos now— in full possession of his body, two inky black voids staring back at you, mouth quirked up in a sadistic grin.

* Your hand tightens around your scepter, eyes flicking to Annabeth, Percy and Grover

* ‘Right now the priority is protecting the children.’

* You tap the ground twice, concentrating on space and time itself wrapping around you ementating a force field, you watch the familiar purple hue begin to take shape, electricity whirring, but before it can reach its crescendo, Kronos waves it’s hand and immediately the field disappears.

* ‘What?’

* “You dare use my own powers against me child?”

* Of course, Kronos was the titan of space and time, your powers won’t work on him.

* And your despair…is nothing compared to what he’s endured, to be cut into tiny pieces at the hands of your own children.

* ‘Hades.’

* But before you can kneel you’re pushed into the ocean, off of your home turf, and ankle deep into unfamiliar land.

* “And there will be no hitting the ground thrice, this is between you and I godling.” He hisses, roaming over you with a keen eye. “You’re just a godling, but I can smell it—the powers of fertility course through your veins.” He licks his lip, as if he’s already imagining devouring you whole.

* ‘What can I do in this situation? Annabeth? No, she’s only got that knife, Grover? No, he only has tin cans and they’re all gone anyway, Percy—‘

* Yes, Percy is the right option. He has a good weapon, and he’s talented too, the sea is his home turf and in the original he beat Ares.

* ‘But even so he’s no match for Kronos.’

* He’s only a twelve year old boy, he needs more time to develop into a hero.

* ‘But I can give him power.’

* A fertility god can grant someone the right to tap into their power, a near limitless supply. You could give that to Percy-

* “Why should you sacrifice yourself for someone else?” A voice whispers in your ear, snapping you out of your thoughts.

* Goosebumps rise down your spine and along your arms.

* “And why should you run from battle?” Another voice calls, you recognize this voice.

* ‘It’s Persephone's voice.’

* “Look at him child, look how he trembles. He needs you, to stay in that body, he’s still not strong enough to inhabit a god’s body while his soul is in Tartarus.” She whispers.

* And sure enough, Kronos is heaving, he has a cocky expression on his face, but you can see the strain across his face.

* ‘He can’t keep this up for much longer.’

* “Descendant of the gods, close your eyes and borrow our power.”

* ‘Well I’m screwed either way.’

* You close your eyes, and for a moment there’s total darkness, and then all at once four eyes open in front of you.

* Green. Purple. Gold. Pink. And Red.

* Staring at you as if appraising you on a pedestal, and then there’s a sound.

* It feels like the howl of wind, the sound of a box unlocking, and the sound of a bird chirping.

* You open your eyes, your body encased in a blue sheen.

* “Aren’t you tired of bending to the will of the gods little godling?”

* ‘I’m tired of you disrupting my sleep for three years.’

* You feel flowers grow out of your skin, encasing your arm, but it doesn’t hurt.

* “Don’t you want your revenge—“

* You raise your hand, the ground beneath him automatically raising as well, as large as any cliff.

* “—you could join me—“

* ‘First he was going to swallow me whole, and now it’s that I can join him huh?’

* You swipe your hand to the side, opening dozens of portals, a bright blue light leaves your scepter traveling through the portals and striking Kronos.

* “—we could rule Olympus together—‘

* ‘The jerk is still talking.’

* You twirl your scepter, transforming it into a bow and arrow.

* “—you will regret this!”

* “Shut the hell up!” The words leave your mouth like a siren’s screech, ichor curling out of his ear as he winces.

* You aim your arrow for his heart and shoot.

* The arrow becomes engulfed in blue light, like a blazing inferno, like—

* ‘It looks like hell fire.’

* There’s a scream and you avert your eyes as Kronos reveals his true form, when he’s gone Ares is left behind.

* Simultaneously whatever power you felt rush into your veins is now gone, leaving a very sore, fourteen year old behind.

* You wade through the water, holding a bleeding and fatigued Ares in your arms.

* “Wh-where am I?” A cough rips through him and you shush him.

* “It’s fine, I’m here now.” Golden light emanates from your hands, and you watch his wounds begin to close.

* “Well who would have thought.” He mumbles to himself.

* “So are you free later tonight?”

* “I’m fourteen you freak.” He gives you a toothy grin.

* “Give me a call in ten years then?”

* Before you can ask if he can get the hell out of here and to Olympus he’s gone in a crack of thunder. Disintegrated to dust before reorganizing into golden light.

* That looks familiar.

* You turn to them, to the two shocked children and the satyr who are staring at you with slack jaws.

* They want answers.

* ��Well damn, me too. What the hell was that?’

* Before you can organize a single thought, you’re surrounded by policeman.

* ‘Well shit.’

A/N: And that was the soft end of the second arc, I hope you guys liked it! There's a few more parts until the hard end, and I think I have a few more spots on the tag list for anyone interested!

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[oliviabutsmart]

Physics Friday #14: Sound (Part 2/2)

Preamble: Let's get straight into it

Education Level: Primary School (Y5/6)

Topic: Sonic Physics (Mechanics)

The previous part 1 of my sound post is here.

Pitch and Frequency

Pitch and frequency are related to eachother, the only difference being that frequency is a physical interpretation of sound and pitch is our own mental interpretation of it.

But what exactly is frequency?

Go back to last time's example of a tick sound occurring at regular intervals ... because this sound is repeating, we can describe it's behaviour by measuring mathematical properites:

How much time passes in-between each tick (Period)

How many ticks occur every second (Frequency)

These two ideas are related to eachother, in fact Frequency is 1/Period. If you have a tick every half-second, then you can say the tick occurs twice every second.

We measure sound in Hertz, which is effectively a measure of ticks per second.

Most sounds, however, don't work this way, with repeated ticks. They act as proper waves. With zones of high pressure (peaks), and low pressure (troughs). This is where we have to introduce another variable into our equation:

The physical difference separating each peak (Wavelength)

Since these waves travel forward in the air, a detector (like our ears) will pick up the peaks and troughs as they reach our ear. We can measure frequency or period by recording the speed at which our peaks reach our ear.

But we also can relate frequency to wavelength. After all, the further apart the waves are separated, the more time it'll take for a peak to reach us after the previous one.

We quantify this relationship using c = fλ. Where c is the speed of the wave, f is the frequency, and λ is the wavelength.

Notice that we can also say cT = λ, where T is the period. This demonstrates that the physical wavelength is proportional to the amount of time between each peak.

So where does pitch come in?

As mentioned in part 1, if we continue to decrease the time between each tick, or increase the frequency, at some point we'll begin to hear a sound.

This is our brain playing a trick on us. It's like frames-per-second but for our ears. Below some fps threshold, we can see the individual pictures of a video, but above the threshold, it looks like a continuous film. Notice that fps is also another form of frequency.

When we reach this level, our brain can't distinguish between each tick and sees it as one sound. We begin to hear our first sound.

At this point, frequency becomes tied to pitch. The more rapid the ticking becomes, the higher of a pitch we hear. This is a choice that our brain makes - it's purely psychological.

Mixing different pitches

Combining different pitches allows us to create a foundation for music. In western music, our source of harmonics comes from Pythagoras, who kinda fucked it up by not using irrational numbers.

An octave is defined as a higher sound that has twice the frequency of the lower sound i.e. a ratio of 2:1. One octave above middle C (at about 262 Hz) gives us C5 (at about 524 Hz).

We can create further subdivisions like a perfect fifth, where frequencies form a 3:2 ratio. Or a perfect fourth, which has a ratio of 4:3.

Volume, Intensity, and the Inverse Square Law

Volume is directly related to the amplitude of a sound wave. Effectively, how strongly is the air being compressed at each peak?

Again, volume is just another psychological interpretation of a physical phenomena. Similar to how our eyes see brightness.

Amplitude isn't just interpreted as volume, it is also the power that the sound waves carry. Smaller amplitudes correspond to less energy contained within the moving particles.

We measure intensity logarithmically, because that's what our ears here. Effectively a wave sounds twice as loud only if the wave is 100 times as amplified. It's a similar effect to pitch, where we multiply frequencies instead of adding them.

That's where the decibel scale comes in. 1 dB = a 10x increase in the sound's power output. The decibel scale is used generally for a lot of measurements of wave/power intensity. However it just so happens that our ears behave in very similar ways.

Image credit: soundear.com

Notice that louder sounds are more likely to damage our ear. That's because when loud sounds reach our ear, it causes the inner components to vibrate. This vibration amplitude generally is proportional to the amplitude of the waves.

Too loud of a sound means that our eardrums are vibrating with too great of a physical movement. This can create tears in tissue that damage our ears' sensitivity to sound.

Sound looses power over distance

If you stand far away enough from a sound source, it sounds fainter, eventually becoming unhearable.

This is because of the inverse square law. As sound spreads out over distance, it has to emanate in the form of a sphere, going outward in every direction, in order to maintain consistency of direction.

The same amount of power gets spread thinner and thinner over the bubble that it creates. The surface area of a sphere increases to the square of it's radius.

Image Credit: Wikipedia

Thus we get a decrease in volume over time.

What the Actual Fuck is Timbre, and how do you pronounce it? (also Texture too)

Unfortunately I still don't know how to pronounce it.

Timbre is defined as the quality and the colour of the sound we hear. It also includes the texture of the sound. It's sort of the catch-all for every other phenomena of sound.

Timbre is a bit more complex of a phenomena. In that, it combines basically everything else we know about how we hear sound. So I'll go one by one and explain each component of what makes Timbre Timbre.

Interference

Wave interference is an important property that needs to be understood before we actually talk about timbre. Sound waves often can overlap eachother in physical space, normally caused by multiple sound sources being produced at different locations.

These sound sources often will create new shapes in their waveform, via interference.

Constructive interference is when the high-pressure zones of two sound waves combine to produce an even-higher-pressure zone of wave. Effectively pressure gradient add onto eachother.

Destructive interference is when a high-pressure zone overlaps with a low-pressure zone, causing the pressure to average out to baseline, or something close to the baseline.

Image Credit: Arbor Scientific (Youtube)

We can look at multiple waves acting continuously over a medium to see how their amplitudes will add up together using interference. This is the origin of more unique wave patterns.

The shape of a wave

Sound waves can come in different varieties. While the most basic shape is the sine wave. We can add different intensities, frequencies and phases of sine waves to produce more complex patterns.

I won't go into how this combination works because that's better left for a Fourier series topic. Just know that pretty much any sound can be broken down into a series of sine waves.

These patterns have a different texture, as they combine multiple different monotone sounds. Take a listen to a sawtooth wave vs a sine wave:

Warning: the sawtooth wave will sound a lot louder than the sine wave.

This gives us a different sound texture.

Resonance

When you play a musical instrument at a particular frequency, the instrument is often resonating.

Say you produce sound within an enclosed box. Producing it at one end. Eventually the sound will reach the end of the box and bounce back from reflection (as we'll see later).

The sound will bounce back and forth, combining itself with the previous waves to produce more and more complex waveforms.

But there is a particular frequency, at which, the waves will perfectly interfere with eachother to produce what's known as a standing wave.

A standing wave will oscillate, but it will appear as if it's not moving forward. Of course, power is still moving throughout the wave, as we'll still be able to hear something.

This standing wave can only occur at a particular frequency, one in which the wave perfectly interferes with it's reflection within the box.

A standing wave (black) that is produced by two sine waves (blue and red) moving in opposite directions Image source: Wikipedia

This frequency is called the resonant frequency of the box. This frequency depends on several factors like the speed of the wave, the material inside the box, the shape of the box, and the length of the box.

The resonant frequency can be activated by our voices, as our voices or just blowing air is already a combination of different sound frequencies. The non-resonant frequencies will eventually loose all of their power as they destructively interfere, leaving only the resonant frequency, which gets amplified by what we put in

For example, you can fill a glass bottle halfway with some water, blow in it, and it will produce a particular sound. Fill it with more water, and the pitch increases - i.e. by adding the water we increase the resonant frequency.

All instruments have one or more resonant frequencies based on their material and shape (I say multiple because some instruments can me modelled as multiple boxes. Like a violin will have the inside of the wood, the wood itself, the strings, etc.).

Instruments also allow us to alter the resonant frequency by playing it differently (like putting a finger over your recorder's hole (phrasing)).

These differences in how we obtain resonance can also affect the quality of the sound.

Overtones

Resonance is not just generated with a single resonant frequency, we can create resonance with higher multiples of the the same fundamental frequency.

This is because in our box model, multiplying the fundamental frequency will allow us to create a standing wave, just with a shorter wavelength:

The A's stand for antinodes, which vibrate in the standing wave with the maximum amplitude. The N's stand for nodes, which do not move at all.

Image Credit: Macquarie University

Direct multiples of the fundamental frequency are called harmonics. Instruments can also produce other frequencies not directly harmonic depending on the structure of the 'box' they utilise.

These additional frequencies, ones which come often in fractional multiples of the fundamental are called partials. Both partials and harmonics represent the overtones of an instrument.

Overtones are what give sound additional character, as they allow instruments to not just resonate at the note they play, but at other combined frequencies. In some instruments, the overtones dominate over the fundamental - creating instruments that can play at much higher pitches.

Envelopes and Beats

Say we add two sine waves together (red and blue), each with slightly different frequencies, what we get is this:

Image Credit: HyperPhysics Concepts

We can see that the brown wave has a singular oscillation frequency, but also it's amplitude continuously scales with reference to this hidden envelope frequency, called the beat frequency (dotted line).

This difference between the actual wave's real frequency and the wave's overall frequency envelope. Is another source of timbre.

Notes, and the way we play them will often generate unique and different envelopes depending on how they are played. For example a staccato quarter-note will have a different envelope to a softly played quarter-note.

Other properties of Sound

Reflection

Different mediums mean different speeds of sounds e.g. molecules in wood (solid) are harder to move than molecules in air (gas).

These different speeds create several effects. Including the reflection of waves. Often waves require a bit of power in order to physically overcome the resistances to vibration of a particular medium.

Often this leads to sound waves bouncing back off harder-to-traverse surfaces.

Say that a sound wave travels through the air and reaches a wooden wall. The atoms vibrating in the air will hit against the wooden wall, transferring only some of their energy to the resistant wood.

The wood atoms on the border of the wall will bounce back, as expected. But this time they will transfer energy back into the air at a much greater magnitude due to newton's third law.

Thus while some of the sound wave ends up going deeper into the wood, the wood will push back and cause the air to vibrate in the opposite direction, creating a reflected wave.

Image credit: Penn State

We characterise the amount of power being reflected versus transmitted versus absorbed using portions:

A + R + T = 1

A = Power absorbed into the material (e.g. warms up the material)

R = Power reflected back

T = Power transmitted into the new medium

This is both an explainer as to why rooms are both very good, and very bad at keeping sound inside them. It really depends on the rigidity and shape of the material they are bordered by.

Refraction

Just like light, sound waves can also refract. Refraction is actually a lot simpler to understand once you already realise that waves will both reflect and transmit across medium changes.

Refraction is just combining the results of incomplete reflection (i.e. transmission) with some angle.

I won't go into refraction in too much detail, as it's worth a different topic. But effectively we experience snell's law but modified for sound.

Diffraction

Sound waves, like all waves propagate spherically (or circularly in 2D).

When travelling around corners, sound can often appear louder than if you were further away, looking at the source more directly.

This is because spherical waves will often 'curve' around corners. This is better described by light diffraction. Which is something for another time.

Conclusion

In conclusion, that's how sound works, mostly. This is a topic that is a little less closer to my expertise. Mainly because it delves into more musically-inclined phenomena that I am less familiar with. But I'm sure I did a good job.

Unfortunately, it seems like the plague of the long post is not yet over. Perhaps I need to get into a lot more specific topics to make things better for me and you (the reader).

Anyways, my exams are done. I am done. I do not have to do school anymore. Until I remember to have to get ready for my honours year (a.k.a. a mini-masters degree tacked on after your bachelor's degree).

Until next time, feel free to gib feedback. It's always appreciated. Follow if you wanna see this stuff weekly.

Cya next week where I will probably try another astronomy topic, or something like that.

#physics friday #stem #academics #stemblr #science #physics #sound #acoustics

[1moremilgram-enjoyer]

Of Celtic Crosses and Wheels of Fortune

Hey there! So as I'm sure most of us are aware by now, in Double, Mikoto's diamond earrings have now changed into earrings which look suspiciously like the tarot card of the Wheel of Fortune, and the symbol also appears repeatedly throughout the MV.

This actually could confirm something I had been suspecting since MeMe regarding how we're meant to read the celtic cross spreads which appear there, and has some interesting symbolism attached to it.

CW Murder, workplace abuse

So it's pretty widely known that there are three different celtic cross spreads which appear throughout MeMe. Here they are:

(The first one actually flashes on screen twice, but there's no noticeable difference between the two appearances so they're assumed to be the same spread)

The third one is filled out by the cards which appear afterwards.

So, how does one read these spreads? ... No seriously, how are we supposed to read them? I don't engage in divination, I don't know what I'm doing. Let's hit up the internet to see how we're supposed to go about this!

Ah, I see. The problem with tarot cross spreads is that the order the querent sets up the cards and the meaning they each have is arbitrary. In fact, as you can see, there's even cultural differences between how Japanese people read it vs how westerners read it. But, is there any way to know how Mikoto reads them? I believe so.

So let's start by what's always the same. The first card always goes in the center of The Wheel (yes that's the name of the thing), the second on top of it, and the last four go bottom to top in The Wand (or The Pillar or some other name). The question comes from the other four cards in The Wheel.

Why is this important? Well, because the order of drawing changes the meaning. If you draw them in a circular fashion (case 2 in the above diagrams), the cards have meaning based on draw order. If you draw them in any other way, they have meaning based on position. This means to know how we're supposed to read them, we need to know how Mikoto draws them.

Thankfully, there is a way I think we can tell. Check out the ending of MeMe:

The second card goes on top of the first, as established. Then, the next four appear with a part of the card off frame. Even though card 3 is off center, only the bottom is cut off. Card 4 has the right cut off, then card 5 has right, then card 6 has top. Thus, the draw order is likely bottom, right, left, top. This... doesn't match any of the websites I checked, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that it's not a circle, so the meaning is related to position.

For our purposes this post, we're interested in the middle three. The left card is the past, the middle (first card) is present, the right is future... in western readings. Look back at the Japanese examples I gave:

未来 is future.

過去 is past.

As you can see, because Japanese people have different reading rules, sometimes they read the spread Past->Present->Future, but sometimes they read it Future<-Present<-Past. The way you tell which is which is that the Past card is always drawn before the Future. Which, yeah, makes sense. Looking back at Mikoto, he draws the card on the right before the card on the left, meaning we're probably supposed to read it Future<-Present<-Past.

Alright got it? Good. Now, we have to check which spread belongs to each alter.

The third spread is easiest. Based on the lighting, the punch at the end, the red mannequin in The Fool card which carries a skull, etc, John appears to be the one reading it. There are more reasons to believe this, but they require a deeper reading of the spread than I'm willing to enter here. So trust me bro.

Then, the second spread has the reversed King of Cups in the first card of The Wand.

That card of the spread represents... different things depending on the source, but generally it's the attitude the querent takes about the problem they face, the power they have over the situation, or even advice; basically, it's how the querent approaches their problems. The reversed King of Cups can mean a lot of different things, including emotional repression or violence. However, since John has this card in this position as well, we can assume this querent approaches problems the same way John does. We can thereby assume this spread belongs to the left-handed alter who also killed someone, who I'll call Midokoto. Yes I still believe Trikoto (probably should make a post compiling evidence in Double, which there's a decent bit of), since the host is probably right-handed. By process of elimination, the first spread must be the host's, who I'll just call Mikoto. Again, there's other reasons to believe this, but I don't want to go too deep into the spreads.

Alright, back to the Wheel of Fortune. I'll start with the second spread, which has it reversed in the Concious ("as above") position. This position represents what the querent wants, the thing they are actively and conciously working towards. The reversed Wheel of Fortune can represent several things, including misfortune, unhealthy cycles, etc, but in this position, I believe the most applicable reading could be resistance to change. In other words, this alter is actively working towards keeping their life as it is.

[MeMe] Maybe it's ok to try to keep on living Split in half, make that heart beat

I've talked about it before, but I believe this is what Midokoto is working towards. Although that post is slightly outdated (I now no longer believe pronouns in lyrics are a good way to determine which alter is on screen), I still believe this is Midokoto speaking. He's the only alter who doesn't want change, which I think may also be implied by Double. You know those image flashes which appear all throughout Double? The only one we can be sure is probably attached to Midokoto is this (plus a few other images):

After all, this alter holds the bloodied bat with the left hand. You can also see the "crown of thorns" associated with John (long story) isn't over his head, and the antlers connected to Mikoto (long story) are nowhere to be seen, but I'm not sure that makes sense to anyone but me. I really should make a "Trikoto in Double" post huh.

(Note: The English lyrics on screen simply repeat "I was having such a hard time, I was trying so hard", which applies to all alters and doesn't use a pronoun in Japanese)

The thing you'll notice are the diamonds there, which look a lot like the earrings Mikoto was wearing prior to Double. This is, as far as I can tell, the only time these things show up in one of these image flashes. Additionally, this is one of, if not the only image flash which doesn't include the Wheel of Fortune. And the Wheel of Forutne by itself a symbol of change, and of cycles. Thus, this is the alter who doesn't want change, and who is least involved in the cyces of their lives; Midokoto.

Is this good or confirmation bias? Good question! Moving on.

Because you see, the most interesting thing to me isn't the second spread, but the other two. Because the Wheel of Fortune reversed is the Future of the first spread, but its upright version is the Past of the third.

This already tells us some stuff, doesn't it? Mikoto's future in that spread is John's Past in a way, which makes sense. The outcome of the first spread is The Devil, a card which is representative of the querent's darkest desires, which-

[Neoplasm] (Translation) John: I might be the person Boku wishes he was. The person who stubbornly stands his ground, who doesn’t cry himself to sleep from stress, who gives people their payback.

Oh, hey John! Yeah, between that line and the Devil card coming out of the mirror in that one scene of MeMe, it's fair to say John is represented by the Devil card in some way. In other words, both the outcome card and the Future card point at the appearance of John as a result of the toxic cycles in Mikoto's life. Mainly overworking, apparently.

What's interesting about these cycles is that the opposite is also true. John's Future is the Five of Swords, the same card in the Past of the two other spreads.

This card in this position basically means (among other things) conflict, in particular defeat or walking away from a conflict. I believe this represent's Mikoto's actions after John/Midokoto kill someone. After some stress is alleaviated, Mikoto begins fronting most of the time, and he doesn't want to engage in conflict. He tries to make everyone happy, which ends up stressing him and once again starting the unhealthy cycles of abuse in his life, the "reversed Wheel of Fortune", which once again leads to John breaking the cycle by killing a threat. Does that make sense?

That's why the Wheel of Fortune card is upright in John's Past. Because it's the Past, it's possible to interpret it as the destruction of an unhealthy cycle. In other words, John appears to break an unhealthy cycle... or, he appears when an unhealthy cycle is broken.

This is where we acknowledge the card in MeMe is different from the one in real life.

For one, all the missing animals and mythological creatures, but I won't get into it. The presence of multiple wheels can be seen as a representation of various cycles, and they're bike wheels for likely no other reason beyond stylization purposes.

However, what's interesting is that there's already blood on the wheel. Naturally because this cycle involves murder, but if so, does it make sense for it to be in John's Past if he's the only killer? You could certainly read this as "someone had already died by the time John split from the system", which fits the theory John only split from the trauma of a murder and not just stress. But that may just be confirmation bias, so take it with a grain of salt.

Regardless of that, this whole explanation serves to answer why the Wheel of Fortune is so important to Double. It's showing this cycle more directly. The unhealthy cycles from overworking and hiding feelings end up in murder. The symbol is connected to both Mikoto and John since they make up the cycle (mostly) and wish to break it, but not to Midokoto, maybe. It's weird.

Anyways, regardless of whether or not you agree with my insane ramblings, I hope you enjoyed the analysis! Take care!

#milgram #milgram theory #mikoto kayano #double mv #meme mv #does this make sense i dont know #mikoto is no less of a headache after double huh

[eveenstar]

𝑅𝐸𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑆 |𝑡𝑜𝑚 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟!𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁱ 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐀

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The power to jump across realities is a powerful ability, one that Hogwarts hides from its students. On the wrong hands, such ability could wreck havoc in that or other universes, but of course...a teenager could never cause such threat to the magical world, right?

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This fanfic is INSPIRED by reality shifting, please don't take this as ground to what happens when you shift! Do your research, this is just a fanfic! No Voldy, just darling Tom alive during the Golden Trio era. Reader has a surname and her house is Ravenclaw.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: (super late tagging im so sorry) @pheitvsx @carmen-riddle @yeovb1 @buglets-buggie-world @moneypriestess @turningtoclown @itsprincessazela

𝐀/𝐍: This took FOREVER I'm so sorry 😭 I better not see any "but shifting is not real" comments, respect people's beliefs.

THE PLATFORM 9 3/4 WAS BUSY AS ALWAYS, especially in this time of the year. The Hogwarts Express was bombed by crashing waves of impressionable, young students excited to attend their first year at Hogwarts. This, of course, was just a stand-by routine for a fifth year Ravenclaw girl who stood within a large crowd of witches and wizards.

A breeze of cold air, almost like a soft whisper in her ears, made her spun around - in her mind cinematically (and hauntingly) slowly, but for any passenger it was the fastest turn around they'd ever seen - and the girl blinked, once, twice, and she felt an antagonising shiver ran down her head. An odd and painful sensation.

"(Y/N)!"

She had no memory of how she got to the platform, or when she left her house by that matter - she was fixing her hair one moment, and the other she was standing in front of the Express, alone.

"(Y/N)?"

She looked around. Was that...

"Draco?"

(Y/N) couldn't see the blond boy, no, all she could see where unrecognizable faces moving around in their own story. Desperate to find her friend, the young witch pushed and moved within the crowd, calling out for him in hopes of finding the familiar boy.

"I'm here! Draco!"

The people, those unfortunate enough to be brushed aside by the girl, muttered curses under their breaths - what a spoiled brat she was to be running around like a lunatic!

"I'm her-ow!"

Face-slamming herself against the back of someone, (Y/N) stumbled two feet behind and frowned. The cause of this was a tall, handsome boy - who at the time she had not yet recognised, but she should have.

The boy looked down at her in spite, almost as if she had insulted him just by touching him.

"Watch where you're going, stupid girl."

What? (Y/N) glanced back at him in shock.

"I beg your pardon?" She quirked an eyebrow, daring him to repeat himself. "Perhaps you shouldn't stand in a busy platform waiting for a bloody spell to fall out of the sky!"

There was amusement in his dark eyes, just for a split second (after all, it was not often that someone spoke that way to him) before something darker took place.

"You'd be wise to watch your mouth," He paused, eyes caughting on the colour of her robes. "I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be the smarter ones. I guess I thought wrong." He slightly bent, "Such a shame."

To that preposterous way of words, he watched as her face contorted in anger and she bared her teeth at him, an hostile glare thrown his way.

"Listen here you uptight little-"

"(Y/N)! There you are!" A familiar voice called just from behind you, "I've been looking everywhere for you! Oh-" The blond boy paused besides her with a smile, unaware of his friend's anger. "Hello Riddle."

Tom slightly nodded, "Malfoy," and turned his attention back to the girl once more, "You should control your little girlfriend better. It'd be a shame for Ravenclaw to lose house points before the year even begins..."

"What?" He looked back at (Y/N), who stood her ground. "(Y/N), this is Tom Riddle, Slytherin's prefect."

"And idiot."

Tom scoffed, lips curled inwards. Draco shook his head in surprise for his friend's behaviour with his idol - I mean, not like he hasn't seen her act like that before, but not to someone as important as Riddle!

Then, the dark haired boy smiled and stood up tall once more, with his hands behind his back.

"(Y/N), you said? (Y/N) Hemlock?" The girl rolled her eyes, aware of what was coming next. This only furthered Tom's amusement. He checked her up and down. "Your grandmother was a great Slytherin. Pity the same can't be said about you."

The duo watched in contradictory emotions as the prefect walked away, seemingly unbothered by what had occurred moments ago.

(Y/N) lowered and pulled her eyebrows closed together just as another headache hit her, bad enough to make her ears ring - turning Draco's questionary and rant into background noise while she watched Tom disappear in the crowd.

"(Y/N)? Are you listening?"

"Hogwarts calls to (Y/N)~."

"Ow!" She squealed as she felt a small sting in her arm. Looking to the girl seating in front of her, she dramatically caressed her arm. "Pansy!"

"Sorry hun but you were completely lost over there." Pansy, along with several others, broke in laughter - which (Y/N) would have joined in, had she not been so distraught.

But...she was at the platform just now?

(Y/N) looked over to Draco, who was seated by her side. She gave him an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry Draco, what were you saying?"

The boy rolled his eyes, "I was telling the tale of how you graciously met Tom Riddle." (Y/N) frowned at the mention, "Thankfully you came to your senses and apologized. You could've ruined our reputation!"

I did what?

"Fortunately you are not a Slytherin or you would've costed us house points." Blaise pointed out and (Y/N) stared at him. He knew the shame she carried for being a Ravenclaw and supposedly 'ruining' her family's reputation. How dare he.

"Maybe I should've made you lose house points because of that whiny attitude of yours." She bit back without a spare thought, not that he deserved one after that comment. Pansy playfully smacked his shoulder.

"Oh shut up Blaise, we all know you have a hidden Ravenclaw inside you. (Y/N) is a Slytherin, the Sorting Hat probably got it wrong." (Y/N) smiled brightly at her best friend, "We should demand a resorting."

But was that what (Y/N) wanted?

Did she really feel such shame for being a Ravenclaw, like her father is, that she'd demand another sorting? Or was it guilt planted by five years of nasty comments made about her?

While Pansy and Blaise debated, (Y/N) felt herself drift away as she watched the green hills move to the speed of the Express. Lately she hadn't been feeling herself, almost like she was two sides of a coin...perhaps she was just tired?

She didn't want to end up 'crazy' like her great-grandmother.

"Hey," Draco gently nudged her arm. "Are you alright?"

(Y/N) hesitated to reply, she knew Draco would see past one of her lies - they were childhood friends after all - but she also didn't feel like telling the truth, at least not in front of the others. She comforted herself in simply giving him a warm smile - not denying but also not confirming his question.

Draco took a bit to reply, and she feared he would not let it go, but then he returned the smile.

"I'm going to get something to eat." (Y/N) declared, half way through getting up. Blaise stretched in his seat and put one of his arms up.

"Could you get me-"

"Summon it since you're so smart." She remarked, sending the table on a full laughter session as she walked away.

Moving through the Express was like walking on a water mattress, every step made her feel like she was going to fall at any given moment. She was so dizzy and the small brain shivers, enough to bother anyone, made a small seed of fear grew in her stomach - She had eaten breakfast that morning, didn't she?

The corridors of the Express seemed endless. Her head was pounding, and she could almost feel her heartbeat in her ears. (Y/N) looked outside, watching as the scene changed rapidly as the train went on. The journey to Hogwarts had always been her favourite, to rest her head against the window and watch the trees go by was almost therapeutical to her.

If only my brother was here, (Y/N) thought outloud. He had gone to Hogwarts a few years before her, being the older brother that he is. He had even been a Slytherin Prefect, the pride of the family and his house.

"You will always be my favourite Ravenclaw." Her father had whispered to her during a family dinner to celebrate Callahan's graduation, patting her head as he smiled. (Y/N) sighed.

"Ahem." A pair of cold, blue eyes greeted her. Tom cleared his throat. "Are you planning on gatekeeping the corridor as well?"

"Uh, oh, sorry." (Y/N) flushed red out of embarrassment and quickly stepped aside. The hallway was exactly spacious, and his shoulder brushed against her as Tom made his way to his cabin. He stopped before he went in, looking back at her. (Y/N) swore the corners of his lips were twitching, fighting back a smirk. For a moment, it looked like Riddle was about to say something, but he shook his head and entered the cabin, sliding the door shut.

The rest of the trip wasn't as quiet as (Y/N) wished. Draco and his friends gossiped their ears off to a point she wished she knew a spell to turn them mute. When they arrived at Hogwarts, she had been one of the first to get off, almost bumping into Harry Potter and his two best friends, to which (Y/N) quickly apologised as she rushed out.

I'm home.

(Y/N) took one last look at the Hogwarts Express before it disappeared off into the distance. She felt the cold breeze softly caressing her cheeks and for a brief moment, a feeling of longing sunk in her heart.

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#✵•.✵𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨✵.•✵ #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle #harry potter fandom #`☆rewriting the stars

[class1akids]

You need to stop pretending that you like Endeavor! You don't. And it's fine. You are not obligated to like the character you don't like. But that doesn't give you the right to dismiss what Hori wrote because you have some biase opinion forward the character. Endeavor did step up as a father, and it started from the license exam, when he started thinking what powers mean, then after the high end fight, he tried to talk to Natsu he, funny enough, didn't want to talk, but Endeavor still followed him and talked to him, then we got the Agency arc, Endeavor still keep contact with Fuyumi and talks to her, thanks her for everything, and ended that arc by assuring Natsu, he is not seeking forgiveness, it's ok to hate him, and the reason why he froze was he thought if he saved Natsu he would have never talked to him ever again, and finally the aftermath of PLW, the heroes were searching for Shigaraki and co, Endeavor was desperately trying to find Dabi, he couldn't talk to him because Dabi was hiding with AFO. the final arc started with Shoto’s way of punishing Endeavor, by not letting him fight Dabi and forcing him to fight AFO, Shoto wanted to handle Dabi, but couldn't stop him, Dabi teleported to Endeavor’s location and started burning the area around them, the same place kids who Dabi burned in the last war, Tokoyami who is too weak to fire, and Jiro who got her ear bitten off by AFO, Hawks asked Endeavor to lead Dabi away so they can deal with AFO, Twice’s a clone and angry sad Toga, he wasn't running away, he was trying to save the kids from the flame he created, he tried to reason with Dabo, telling him to turn off his fire, but Dabi’s fire burned his brain, he couldn't think, Endeavor realized he must save his family from the explosion, to sit on the table and be happy, even if he couldn't be there, he was thinking about his family when he was hugging Dabi, when Rei and the kids came, Endeavor begged Dabi to kill him alone, to not hurt them, he didn't know what to do because Dabi didn't want to talk or listen, but thanks tonShoto stopping Dabi, Endeavor was able to talk to him. Your whole “Endeavor chose to be a hero over his family” which is wrong, Endeavor chose action and words to atone. But he couldn't talk to 1) Rei: because she was still afraid, 2) Dabi because he disappeared after the war 3) Natsu: because he didn't want to talk to Endeavor. Your philosophical rant about Endeavor running away metaphorically doesn't work. And yes, I read your blog, you are willing to write OOC headcanons about Dabi teaming up with Shoto to save the evacuees rather than understanding some canon fact as Endeavor was drawing Dabi away to deal with him.

I don't pretend to like Endeavor, because I never did. I said I like the themes he represent in the manga. There is a difference.

However, I do not accept rants from people who cannot tell the difference between the manga and anime-only distortions.

Endeavor did not go after Natsuo. Go back, read Ch 192. That's anime-fabrication

"Endeavor still keep contact with Fuyumi and talks to her," - how is this something note-worthy? This is like bare human minimum. Fuyumi makes all the openings to Endeavor. Thanking her for all the tremendous work she does is not some big father-like gesture. It should be the bare minimum. Yet, it only occurs to Endeavor to say it after Izuku profoundly thanks her and even Bakugou does in his own backwards way.

3. Yes, we all know the reasons - does it ever occur to you that Endeavor's thoughts are not the OBJECTIVE TRUTH? Like the dude also justified it to himself that he's pushing for extra kids to help Touya, but we all know that wasn't the reason, but because he wanted his perfect heir.

4. Let's just forget then how Endeavor:

Did not speak to Touya during the reveal other than to tell him it's a lie.

Did not try to go after Touya who was burning down publicly a house because he realized his father won't look for him, despite his promise to Shouto. And no Endeavor did not do jack shit during the Dark Deku arc that some other hero couldn't have done. He chose to play hero instead of keeping his promise to his family.

When he saw his son in funeral outfit in the parking lot, he didn't try to talk to him, didn't say his name. He left Shouto deal with his suicidal brother.

When Touya gets to Gunga, he still doesn't talk to him.

In fact he does not call Touya his name or try or reason with him until he hears about the explosion.

His murder -suicide plan is not about his family, but about trying to save the bystanders, which is what a hero would do.

Rei and the others don’t want Touya to die, but Endeavor doesn’t for a moment try to save him, and doesn’t think he can.

It always astonishes me what low standards there are when it comes to Endeavor. But none of this behaviour says “stepping up as dad”. It takes Touya burning himself to death, the entire family intervening, Shouto fighting on two different battlefield to get Endeavor say something as simple that he could have done at Jakku - to say sorry for not going to Sekoto peak.

#c1a asks #ok #so op just made an account to harass me

[bananasofthorns]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Bdubs doesn’t linger very long after Gem leaves even though he clearly wants to. As soon as Etho’s sure he’s not coming back, he sits down cross-legged next to the fireplace and pulls Joel’s note out of his inventory. The paper has the distinct feel of something handmade; it’s nice, but not as perfect as it would be if it had been mass-produced at a farm or something. Etho likes the rough feel of it beneath his hands.

For a moment, he just stares at it.

He’s not scared. It’s just...okay, maybe he’s a little apprehensive. He probably shouldn’t be; Joel’s nice. And he clearly cared enough to send a note with Gem all the way from...wherever he is now. Empires, Etho thinks? He’s not sure.

That’s not the important thing here. What’s important is that the last time they saw each other, they were soulbound even as ghosts, and even now, weeks later, Etho still finds himself glancing over his shoulder or calling out a warning before he catches himself. Which is weird, right? He barely knew Joel before all this.

...but also, he reasons, all this is kind of a big deal. Probably. He feels like other people would consider a third run of a death game a big deal. And he’s currently holding a paper that Gem said was from Joel, so—

He opens the letter.

Etho, it starts, in Joel’s scrawled handwriting that Etho recognizes from the few notes he’d left around their base before it burnt. Hi.

This is weird. I don’t write letters very often. Gem said this would be easier than just telling her something to tell you. She’s probably right.

Don’t tell her I said that.

How are you? I’m doing pretty well. There’s a part that was scribbled out; Etho squints, but he can’t make out more than the word “you.” Next to it says, Been building lots.

I was going to message you the other day before realizing I never saved your contact. I’m guessing you don’t have mine, either. Well, now you do! Congrats. There’s a short line of code written out that Etho guesses is what he’ll have to enter into his comm to get Joel’s contact. He doesn’t think he’s ever actually done that with anyone before. Huh.

Hopefully that works. If not, you can just send another letter along with Gem or something and we’ll figure something else out.

Talk to you soon, I hope.

Beneath that is a scribble that Etho’s pretty sure is Joel’s signature. He assumes that’s what it is, at least. It kind of just looks like a long scribble. He can kind of make out a J, or maybe an S. Joel has a really bad signature.

Etho stares down at the letter.

“Well,” he says, lips curling into a soft smile.

He enters the line of code into his comm. It only takes a handful of seconds for it to load, but he doesn’t exhale until Joel’s name appears in his contacts.

Etho whispered to Smallishbeans: hey hey Etho whispered to Smallishbeans: did it work?

It only takes a few moments for Joel to respond.

Smallishbeans whispered to Etho: holy hsit

A second later, Etho’s comm starts buzzing. He picks up the call before it’s rung twice.

“Hey,” he laughs.

“That actually worked,” Joel breathes, delighted. “Oh my gods.” He pauses. “Hi, by the way.”

Etho smiles, leaning back against the fireplace with his comm tucked against his ear. “Hi. How’re you?”

Joel hums. “Good. Busy. I’ve got an entire empire to run, you know.”

“Really?” Etho was right about Empires, then.

“Mhm. Stratos. I’m building floating islands this time, which is super annoying to do. But it’s coming along really well so far.” Joel pauses. “Oh, and I’m a god now. Super strong and powerful and sexy and tall.”

“Really?” Etho repeats. “All that.”

“Why’d you say it like that?!”

“I don’t know about tall,” he teases, trailing off to let Joel’s indignant noises fill the silence. “I had at least six inches on you, last time I checked.”

“Well now I’m eleven foot. Beat that. I bet you can’t, huh?”

Etho laughs. “Are you serious?”

“Wh— of course I’m serious, Etho! Why would I lie about being eleven foot?”

“I don’t know....” he says, grinning when Joel yet again sputters at him. “I’ll believe it when I see it, man.”

“Come visit Empires, then.”

Etho blinks. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I’m not whitelisted,” he points out. Joel scoffs.

“So? I’ll just get fWhip to whitelist you, then. We did it for Grian last world, it was fun. Except for the time where they killed me.”

Etho hums. It isn’t a hard decision.

“Okay,” he says, warmth curling in his chest when Joel cheers. “When...when are you thinking?”

“Dunno, I’ll have to convince fWhip, first. Give me a few days...? We’re kind of on rocky terms right now, but he’ll get over it. Especially if I bribe him.”

Etho laughs. “Oh, nice.”

“Yeah.”

The conversation lapses into silence for a moment. It’s nice. It reminds Etho of late nights on The Relation. He’s distantly surprised to realize that he misses Double Life. Parts of it, at least.

Maybe he just misses Joel. That would make more sense. Double Life was fun, but also, objectively, a lot of it was bad.

He’s pretty sure he just misses Joel. Man, I’m going soft, he thinks.

Joel clears his throat. “What’ve you been up to?”

“Well, I’m back on Hermitcraft, which is nice,” Etho starts. “I’m living in Bdubs’s basement right now.”

Joel laughs. “Are you really?”

“Mhm. He already had a staircase leading down here, I think it was some sort of worldbuilding thing or something—”

“Lore,” Joel says sagely. Etho grins.

“Yes, exactly. So I just dug into the wall where he didn’t have anything and built my own little area. It’s coming along pretty nicely. I’ve got my chests, and an enchanting area, and a few small farms for flowers and things. Working on getting caught up, since I joined late and everything.”

“It sounds nice. Maybe I can visit someday.”

There’s something wistful in Joel’s tone that says he doesn’t actually think he’ll be able to visit. Etho frowns even though he’s probably right; Hermitcraft has always been pretty closed off from visitors. That doesn’t mean there can’t be exceptions, though.

“Maybe,” he agrees, trying to convey more hope than what Joel had had. He clears his throat. “Bdubs and I had to get a Warden out of here the other day.”

Joel laughs, any trace of disappointment or resignation gone. Etho smiles. Success. 

“What was a Warden doing in your base?”

“Impulse put it there!”

“Ah, I see. fWhip and Pixlriffs tried to do the same thing to me a few days ago. It didn’t go very well.”

“How so?”

“Well, it killed fWhip. And me, a few times. And then I killed Lizzie by accident. It was stuck underground, so they blew up part of my landscaping to get it out. And then we killed it.”

“Oh, nice.”

“What did you do with your Warden?”

“Dropped it down a hole,” Etho says. “It’s still down there, I think. I hear it grumbling every once and a while.”

“Well, that’s one way to do it. Have you tried a fishing rod on it? I tried it on mine, but I’m not sure it worked very well. I couldn’t really see, so.”

“I didn’t, no. Maybe if I want to bother Bdubs one day I’ll see if I can get it back up here. He’d probably kill me, though.”

“Eh. Just kill him first,” Joel points out. “Have the Warden do it for you.”

Etho laughs. “Sure, man. What if he kicks me out? I’d have nowhere to go, it would be so bad.”

Joel scoffs. Etho can perfectly imagine the eye roll that goes with it. “He wouldn’t do that. Are you serious?”

He smiles. “No, I know he wouldn’t.”

The conversation lulls again. Etho is about to say something else - he’s not even sure what, just that he doesn’t want the call to be over yet - when Joel swears suddenly.

“Lizzie!” he shouts, voice distant like he’s away from his comm. “Why are you up here? Stop shooting me!”

Lizzie says something too indistinct for Etho to decipher. Joel groans.

“Sorry, Etho,” he says. “I’ve got to go, Lizzie’s threatening to trample my crops again. Look, I’ll talk to fWhip in a bit and see what he says, okay?”

“Okay,” Etho agrees, ignoring the pang of disappointment in his chest. It’s not like Joel’s leaving forever, he reminds himself; they can still text whenever they want, and they are actively making plans for Etho to visit him. “Say hello to Lizzie for me.”

“You can tell her yourself, she’s right here. Hey!”

Etho pulls the comm away from his ear with a slight grimace as there’s a scuffle.

“Hello!” Lizzie says.

“Hi."

“Joel says goodbye,” she tells him. “I’m going to go steal his comm now. Where should I hide it?”

There’s a distant shout of protest from Joel. Etho laughs.

“I dunno,” he muses. “Maybe somewhere small where he can’t reach. Since he’s so...big and strong, or whatever.”

She snorts. “Oh, is that what he’s telling you? Right. I’ll go do that now. Thanks for the idea!”

The call disconnects. Etho sets his comm down, unable and unwilling to fight a smile. It was nice, getting to talk to Joel again.

Yeah, he’s totally gone soft. Bdubs is never going to let him hear the end of it.

#ethoslab #smallishbeans #boat boys #smalletho #aywth au #banana writes things #banana made a post

[arvandus]

Daily Drabble #4 - Music (Inumaki x GN!Reader)

WARNINGS: SFW; fluffy fluff fluff; gender neutral (no pronouns used for Reader, no physical descriptions); however, use of "beautiful" and "pretty" are used to describe Reader's singing voice.

Inumaki loves to listen to you sing. The first time he'd heard you singing, it was on accident. You were sweeping the walkway of the school with headphones in your ears, oblivious to your surroundings. He had been relaxing on the other side of the large maple tree, reading a book, when he heard you humming soft and gentle.

He set his book down and listened, a small smile blossoming on his closed lips.

Quietly, your mouth started to form the words to the melody, subconsciously singing along to the song you were listening to.

The way it made his heart quicken...

You had a pretty voice. It washed over him like sunshine, warming him from the inside out.

You never noticed him there, behind the large tree and the shrubbery. But Inumaki quickly realized that you would sweep that particular area twice a week as part of the campus maintenance. So he always managed to find the time to settle against the tree, the book in his hand, yet never opened as he listened to you.

Sometimes, the song would be different. But most of the time, he realized you hummed and sang the same song over and over again. It must have been your favorite, your most recent musical obsession.

He quickly learned to love it too. He'd find himself humming it to himself in the privacy of his room, or when he was focused on his own chores.

Your song became his song too, even though he never showed himself, even though he never told you. After all, what could he possibly say? It went beyond the limitations of his cursed speech; the words were too powerful in their own right, giving away too much of what he felt for you. He didn't want you to know he was there; he didn't want you to know he was listening. He was always quiet, always careful, settling into his spot among the roots before you ever even arrived.

So it only shocked him more when you finally caught him.

"You know that song too?" you asked as you peeked around the tree at him, the broom in your hand.

Inumaki jumped, and he could feel the instant hot rush of embarrassment at being caught. He stared at you like a deer in headlights.

You laughed gentle at him. "I heard you humming when my earbud fell out on accident."

Inumaki blanched. He hadn't realized he'd joined in on your singing; he'd been so focused on the feelings you were stirring in him, his eyes glazing over as he stared at the clouds moving across the sky.

You cocked your head at him. "Were you listening in on me?"

Inumaki wanted the ground to open him up and swallow him whole. He waved his hands in front of him and shook his head, but you raised your eyebrow at him knowingly.

He scratched his cheek and looked away, then finally offered a shrug of surrender. He was caught. No sense in hiding it...

Now you seemed embarrassed. You finally noticed the unopened book in his lap, and you realize he may have been trying to read in peace.

"Sorry," you said. "I didn't realize I was so loud."

Inumaki looked back at you and blinked his long lashes. Then he pointed at his throat and pointed at you. Then he signed a single word, his fingers fanning out and curling in front of his face in a circular motion.

"Beautiful."

Your eyes widened and your body stiffened under his praise. Then you instantly began fumbling and fidgeting, your eyes looking anywhere else but him.

"Thanks," you muttered as you tried to suppress the small smile on your lips. "I promise you the song itself is better, though..."

Then you leaned your broom against the tree and sat down next to him. You took out an earbud and handed it to him. "Here," you offered.

Inumaki took it from your fingers and placed it in his ear. You settled in next to him, your shoulder rubbing against his. You pressed play on your phone, and the music drifted forth. Silently, you sat together, listening.

But it didn't take long before you were humming along again.

"Ooh, this line is my favorite," you said, and you quietly sang along with it.

Inumaki watched you next to him, your face inches from his, as he took in how the sunlight played on your irises, lighting them up. Your mouth pulled into a smile, your lips moving. But Inumaki, despite how many times he'd heard the melody, could barely hear the words. His heart was pounding too loudly in his chest, his body too alert to all the places you were touching as his skin hummed beneath the fabric.

You realized he was staring at you, and you glanced away as your words faltered.

"Sorry, I just really like it," you said quietly. "But it's okay if it's not your thing..."

You went to take the earbud from his ear, but his hand caught yours, stopping your motion.

"Konbu," he said softly.

His fingers twined with yours, his thumb gently stroking the softness of your hand, each motion making the fluttering in your chest grow. You stared down at the gesture, your lips slightly parted, as your fingers curled around his in response.

"Takana?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

You looked up in to his lavender eyes as a small smile began to spread on your lips. Silently, you settled back against him. You leaned your head against his shoulder, as you continued to hold hands.

The song changed to the next song on your playlist, and you hummed along with it as well, unabashed. The soft low tone of Inumaki's voice began to hum as well, and you chuckled.

"You know this one too?" you asked. "how long have you been listening to me make a fool of myself??"

Inumaki's humming devolved into a low chuckle and he gave your hand a squeeze. He held up his free hand with two fingers up. You stared at it.

"Two days?"

He shook his head.

"Two weeks??"

"Ikura," he replied.

"Oh God..." you muttered and buried your face into his shoulder, embarrassed.

Inumaki gave your hand another soft squeeze and bobbed his shoulder up to get you to look up at him. When you did, you realized that he'd unzipped his uniform to show his mouth.

"Don't hide," he whispered.

His voice was barely audible, the words whispered, and it lessened the impact of his cursed speech to a gentle trickle. You felt it wash over you, easing your nerves, but it wasn't enough force your compliance. Still, you let the magic work within you, welcoming it just so you could enjoy this moment a little more.

With your anxiety muted, it was easier to feel brave. And it was easier to plainly see the entire series of events that led up to this moment - this one precious, private moment - for what it was.

After all, why else would he have secretly listened to you for two weeks straight? Why else would he be holding your hand right now?

And why else would his gaze be flitting between your eyes and your lips as if there was more that he wanted to do, communicate something bigger than his limited speech would allow?

The words fell from your mouth first; not lulled by his cursed speech, but because you wanted to say it, because every fiber in your being told you that now was the right time.

"Toge... I like you," you whispered.

You watched how the marks at the corners of his mouth shifted and moved as his lips curled into a gentle smile. Toge cupped your cheek with his hand. His touch tender, as if he still wasn't entirely sure he had your permission to allow such intimacy despite your confession. Your music still played in your ears, a private soundtrack just for the two of you, and you leaned your cheek into his hand a little more, allowing the warmth of his fingers to chase away the chill against your skin.

He leaned forward and captured your lips gently, his lips warm and smooth against yours. You felt a moment of weightlessness, the kiss surreal. You kissed him back, your hand resting against his chest to feel the heartbeat beneath it, while your own somersaulted beneath your ribs.

When he pulled away, his voice was once again feather soft, gentle like the smallest secret.

"I like you too."

#Arv's daily drabbles #inumaki x reader #inumaki x GN!Reader #Inumaki Toge #Toge Inumaki #JJK x reader #JJK

[forestfairyunicorn]

Huge thanks to @maireadralph for organizing yet another Zine event, and for this art piece, it was made to tribute my first ever Entrapdak fic, made just after season 4 aired.

Since the fic in the link is user-restricted, here is also the c/p for enjoyment

Rebooting: LUVD

forestfairyunicorn

Summary:

Post Season 4 ending. Spoilers in effect! Entrapta rescued "Hordak", but is it him? Inspired by my favourite Wall-E ending scene

“Hor-DAK!!!”

Entrapta’s voice cracked on the last syllable as she stared at the clone’s blank eyes, hands on his arms.

Physically, it was him. She recovered him from Prime’s other clones, she and the others got him back to her lab. She single-handedly, --she alone!-- got his armor running smoothly, the crystal back in his armor, deep purple amid dark grey.

He’s awake.

But not the same person.

He didn’t even recognize Imp. The little one was on Emily, silently crying and staring at Entrapta.

The clone repeated again, “I am Horde Alpha 24601. I live and serve Horde Prime. Who are you.”

The scientist just laughed. Watery, fighting tears. “A scientist and a failure, that’s what I am. And I don’t give up. I shouldn’t give up.”

She looked at him, tears shining. “You were cast out for being less than perfect. You were my lab partner.”

Entrapta leaned her head on his chest, directly below the crystal. “You were my friend. I believed that. I believed that imperfections are beautiful. I still do.” She whispered the last part as she moved away. Her hands moved down his arms, slowly leaving them, then stopped.

She felt something grip them. The clone’s hands held her fingers, gently, and increasing pressure. He whispered something. Entrapta glanced at his face, her eyes alight.

“You…are not…a f-failure.” The clone blinked twice, breathed twice, ears flicking up and down. He blinked again. Saw Entrapta.

Saw. Her.

He gasped, ears down, eyes widened, a tinge of red seeping in. “Entrapta?” he whispered softly.

“Hordak.” Entrapta grinned, tears flowing. Normally she’d have her mask down, but she can’t look away at this miracle.

Science has yet to explain miracles, but for now, she’ll believe in it.

His legs buckled, and he started to kneel. Entrapta guided him down, with her hair as support.

Both of them on their knees, hands grasping each other, until finally they came together at a hug. Soft laughter, incredulous, tears flowing freely.

“I,” Hordak spoke hoarsely. “I don’t remember much before.”

“That’s okay,” Entrapta nuzzled, “The crystal acts as a backup and a power source. Ingenious First Ones tech. Only flaw is that it has to be connected to you for memory logging and such.”

“Thank you,” Hordak moved to look into her eyes, oh her eyes, how he missed them. Her. “Please, tell me everything.”

She held his hand to her face, leaning into his touch. “It will take a long time, lab partner. And I’ll make a better one.”

He shook his head, a claw touching the crystal. “Imperfections are beautiful. We have time. I want to spend time, with you. If you’ll have me.”

Entrapta nodded, leaning forward. “Yes. We’re lab partners.”

Imp and Emily came closer, and Hordak smiled at Imp. That gesture unleashed Imp as he bounded at Hordak, screeching and chittering and rubbing his head against him. Emily wobbled closer, beeping joyously.

None of them registered the group when they came into the area. Overlapping voices. Shouts of “Yay! WOAH! What the heck? HEY! Go! Go go go go go!”

“Wait, are they kissing?” That was Scorpia. “GUYS LET’S LEAVE THEM ALONE, THEY’RE KISSING.”

At the corner of his eye, Hordak saw one of them double back to watch them, only for a large red claw to yank the figure back.

He doesn’t care one bit. He’s too busy staring into Entrapta’s eyes, and sighing at the wonders of this feeling, of love.

He is loved. So much.

#entrapdak #forry's art #entrapdak zine #spop

[outsideratheart]

21 you have really made my Christmas this year with deyna castellanos.

“Are you serious about this relationship Y/N?” Deyna asks you just as you were about to leave the CFA. Clearly some of the other girls had been whispering in her ear during training.

You knew the answer to the question but fear stopped you from saying it. If you told her how much you cared for her then she had the power to hurt you and you had spent years making sure nobody had the ability to do that.

You had a reputation of being a player because you had been spotted with several women over the years but never more than twice. If you were a normal 25 year old then this wouldn’t be a problem but you wasn’t. You were captain of the lionesses, a role model to young girls around the world and you choosing to protect yourself gave you a reputation, one you had no control over.

“I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t care for you”

“I love you Y/N” When Deyna first said those words they were filled with love but now it was different. Her tone would change because you hadn’t said them back yet.

“Deyna” it was a warning and as you looked around you could see a few of your team mates watching your interaction.

“You can’t say it back” the look on her face was enough to break your heart. You know that everytime time she says it and you don’t, a little bit of that love she has for you dies.

It is hard for you. You thought you knew what love was but then that person hurt you in a way that they wouldn’t if it was true love. Since then you have questioned the meaning of it and recently you’re not sure if you want to say it because you mean it or because that is what you think you should do.

The two of you walk in silence towards your car only for Deyna to turn at the last minute.

“Leila’s going to take me home” she kisses you on your cheek before walking away.

That night you sat in your apartment, alone, for what feels like the first time in forever. She might not have spent every night at your apartment but Deyna had spent enough time there to have space in your wardrobe and a mug in your cupboard.

You had to find a way to prove to her that you did care and that you wanted her in your life. An idea comes to mind after a phone call with your parents.

In next morning Deyna wakes up to a text from you.

I’m taking you somewhere. Be ready at 4.

When Deyna gets in your car you can tell she is apprehensive so when your hand naturally find it place on her thigh you squeeze it gently.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see. It’s a 3 hours drive, you can sleep if you want”

You are barely on the motorway half an hour before you see that Deyna has fallen asleep. It was what you wanted. If she was asleep then she wouldn’t be asking where you are going. You are nervous enough and the least thing you needed was a game of 20 questions.

“You can’t park here” Deyna points to a sign which says residents only.

“It’ll be fine” you extend your hand which she happily takes.

The mood between you two was back to normal, not like it was the day prior. Deyna can tell you are making the effort to open up only she’s not yet sure what she is in for.

As you walk the streets Deyna sees posters of you everywhere, most of them photos of the day you won the euros.

“Are we here because these people really like you?” Deyna asks as she points to yet another photo, this one on the side of a building.

“No”

“Then why? Where are we? I have never been here before”

“Home. Welcome to Oxford” you hold your arms out wide “you wanted to know if I’m serious about you, about us. Tonight I will show you just how much you mean to me”

The closer you get to your destination the more nervous you become. 

“Are you ok?” Deyna begins to worry as she feels your hand shaking.

“I’ve never brought a girl home and” you stop outside the restaurant “we are here” you point to the sign.

“Cafe Coco” Deyna reads it out.

“After you” you hold the door open for your girlfriend and hesitantly walk in.

You are instantly brought into hugs but even then you don’et let go of her hand. You introduce Deyna, your girlfriend, to several people all who mean a great deal to you but it is safe to say that the last people are the most important.

“So this is the girl you keep talking about” your dad greets you with open arms.

“Deyna. I would like you to meet my mum and dad” knowing the importance of the introduction, Deyna goes shake their hands only to be pulled into a hug by both of them.

“We reserved your table. Heads up your dad told your brother that you were bringing a girl home so expect to see him later” 

“Looks like you will meet the whole Y/L/N tribe” you whisper in your girlfriend’s ear as you escort her to the table.

You are both given menus even though you know what you are ordering. Whenever you glance up you see Deyna looking at you. Instead of looking away you stare at her, raising your eyebrows as you do so.

“3, you get 3 questions. Go”

“What is this place? Why are we here? When did you write that?” Deyna points to the wall behind you as she asks her last question.

“My dad’s restaurant. We’re here because i’m hungry. When I was 7 although you will find another behind the bar that I wrote in the summer”

You watch her roll her eyes when you answer her second question making it clear she doesn’t believe you. She then begins asking more questions about the restaurant and you are happy to answer them. 

When it comes to ordering she tells your mum that she will have whatever you are eating and drinking seen as though you know the place so well. The food arrives and you watch in anticipation as she tips her head back and lets out a little moan. 

“Nice?” you ask even though the empty plate gives you your answer. You had travelled around the world but nothing beats your dad’s chorizo pizza.

“The best ever” 

“You’ll have to tell him and by the looks of it, now is your chance” you see your dad walk over. Instead of clearing the table he takes a seat near Deyna and signals you to take the plates away. You eye him suspisously not wanting to leave your girlfriend alone in a place she isn’t familiar with.

“I’ll be fine” Deyna reassures you.

One

Once you’re out of earshot she turns to your father.

“Is this when you tell me all the embarrassing stories about Y/N or when you warn me not to hurt her?” Although she is nervous Deyna doesn’t cower and let the possible awkwardness control the situation.

“You’ll have to go to her mum for the stories and her brother will give you the warning. I do want to talk about Y/N though. This is a big deal, her bringing you here”

“It’s really nice” Deyna looks around the restaurant and she notices that there are parts of it that look familiar then it hits her, your kitchen has similar decorations.

“She has a big heart but she struggles to use her words” Your father gives Deyna a knowing look.

“It’s hard to know how she feels when she won’t talk to me” There is something about talking to someone who knows you that makes talking about you easier.

“No it’s not” it’s no surprise that your dad comes to your defence “Y/N has always been a woman of action. Instead of telling you how she feels, she will show you”

Your girlfriend thinks about what your father is telling her. Could she have missed you showing her how you feel?

“Has Y/N told you about her ex?” Deyna nods “We never met her, didn’t even know about her until Y/N came home in tears because she broke her heart swearing that she will never open her heart to anyone ever again yet here you are, in the family restaurant, at Christmas time. What does that tell you?”

“She loves me” 

“She does. She might not have told you, I don’t know if she ever will but you being here means something” 

When Deyna looks around she sees you messing about behind the bar with who she assumes is your brother given the striking resemblance. 

“Go get your girl” Your father encourages her.

When you see your girlfriend approach the bar you cannot help but smile. That is the affect she had on you. Even if you are in a good mood, Deyna always makes it better. 

“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” You lean on the bar so you can kiss her.

“Love” Deyna replies.

There it is. That word again.

You walk around the bar to the stool that Deyna is sitting on.

“I saw you talking to my dad. Should I be worried?”

“No. He didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know”

You can tell that isn’t the whole story but you didn’t want to push her.

You spend the rest of the night in the restaurant surrounded by close friends and family. You allow Deyna to see a side of you which until now had been reserved for family only.

It is near midnight, you and Deyna are cuddled up on one of the sofas in the lounge area of the restaurant.

“Thank you for brining me here. You’ve really made my Christmas this year.” She tells you as she snuggles further into your hold.

“Thank you for loving me. I know I can be difficult and I know I’ve hurt you but loving you scares me and I —“

“What?” Your girlfriend snaps her head in your direction “what did you say?”

“I love you Deyna”

Your declaration catches Deyna off guard. She had come to terms with you being a woman of action so hearing you say those three words out loud are more overwhelming than she though they would be.

“Now was that so hard?” Your girlfriend teases.

“Hey! I’m being vulnerable here” you pout which earns you a sweet kiss.

Once the restaurant closes you take Deyna back to your family home where she gets to see what young Y/N was like.

As you watch her interact with your family it is obvious that you will remember this Christmas for many years to come.

#christmas ficlet #woso x reader #Deyna Castellanos x reader #mcwfc x reader