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silvery-orchid · 9 months

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BE A BETTER PET FOR ME.

synopsis: neuvillette found a perfect use for you after you left your homeland. (honestly this is so depraved and filthy and messed up i will just give you the warnings so you can decide if you wish to read it. neuvillete the man that you are!!)

pairing: dom!yan! neuvillette x fem!sub!reader; (mentions of dom!yan!dottore x reader) warnings: blowjobs, dubcon (barely), humping, dom/sub dynamics, breeding, pet play, hard kinks, masochist reader, facials, handjobs; mentions of: gang bangs, blackmail, hypnosis, bdsm, bondage, has plot kind of, probably more i can't think of right now.

You've always had to answer to someone in your life. Someone higher than you because they gaze down on everyone and you should be grateful they spared you a glance and asked you anything. If they relied on you get something done - at the orphanage you grew up in or the elections you ran - you should have counted yourself lucky they needed you at all. Leaving Snezhnaya wasn't easy by any means but luck and bravery happened to be on your side that night. No, maybe it was an idea of grandeur on your part?

Regardless of the reason, in your life you learned not to ask too many questions and Fontaine was not hard for you to get used to. Being part of this justice system reminded you of something familiar but far more noble than sending children to their punishments. And, while it did resemble a show, you weren't surprised by that - the only thing that surprised you was your boss.

Neuvillette, the archetypal leader with enough calm and manipulative wit to stand elevated above everyone. People marvelled at him, some were jealous that you were the one to carry his paperwork back and forth and you only have Neuvillette to thank for being so ruthless and cold they never suspected anything else.

In public settings, he didn't allow you to even stand near him. During work hours, you were treated just like anyone else. But after everyone left; Neuvillette never let you run away.

At first, given his nature, you thought you were being too paranoid. You thought his intense gaze that made you drop your pens was just his way of saying you were not good enough. His tugs at your clothes were only reminders of how sloppy you were, surely. He only did that to make you more presentable because he couldn't stand the sight of you. That must have been it.

However, you quickly realized that he was simply a man who wanted to control everything. People had specific roles to fulfil in his eyes and you should have been even more paranoid about your own.

Doubts went away on the night his gloved hand slid up your skirt during a banquet he didn't deem important enough. He saw you standing in the hallway and told you to follow him. He was so calm and composed even when locking the door behind him and pressing you against it. He didn't flinch while you were confused, his fingers were already sliding up your thigh.

'Your dress tonight is far too tempting. Simply groping you to fix it won't be enough.' were the last words he said before sliding your panties to the side and covering your mouth with his hand.

Neuvillette did not have enough regard for you that would disobey his wishes and, while you just remember being hazy, you don't remember fighting his advances.

And that is how it all began. Soon enough, your main job of sorting documents became secondary even if you still had to carry it out with perfection.

Your main job and joy transformed into being perfect enough for him to breed and break. You were lucky nobody was allowed to enter into his office without a direct invitation. If anyone did, they might have found you pressed against the walls or chained to his desk. Perhaps, they would have found you on a pile of important paperwork you brought with his cock buried deep inside while he manhandles you.

But he was so good at it. Sometimes you would stand on the sidelines during his speeches or trials and you would feel warm just from looking at him on that podium. He was always, always above you and a twisted need find it's way between your legs. You would never admit to anyone but him to where you disappeared to. You would never even tell him how, if he was on the radio, you would masturbate to his voice alone.

And fuck, did he have such a nice voice. Anytime it gave you a command, your spine would feel it. If he gave you praise and called you a 'perfect dumb toy', your body would get flushed. If he degraded you? You just felt the need to hear his insults over and over again. Neuvillette was a selfish man, but he loved to see and hear you break.

Right now, you were sitting down next to his chair. He was signing off the final papers you brought with one hand while his other absentmindedly played with your hair.

He would soon be finished. Your eyes carefully traced his movements in anticipation. Soon he would be done and you wouldn't have to keep rubbing your thighs together. Sometimes you would glance at this lap and see that he was already half hard. His libido was insatiable. And it felt so nice to know you were the only one he would breed and stain with his cum.

When he put the last stamp, you looked up at him. He didn't issue you a command and you didn't dare to do anything on your own.

'What? Are you looking at me and hoping for something?'

His voice was always cold unless he was moaning and panting against yohr body. Perhaps that is why you enjoyed everything he did if it made you feel wanted by a man like him?

'Are you so eager to moan out you love me while you cream all over my cock again?'

He hadn't even done anything and you were starting to get wet. Who would imagine such a proper man respected by all would ever say such a thing? Nobody. And that was the allure. Only you knew how much his depravity ran.

'Pet, move over in front of me.' A command. Finally. He could see your eyes light up as you dragged yourself over the floor to kneel down. Your thighs rubbed together and Neuvillette realized just how much he had spoilt you when your hand reached for his belt.

He glared at you and that was enough sign that you had done something wrong. To make it look like an accident, you placed it on his knee instead and rubbed small circles just so that he could feel the warmth of your skin.

Maybe he would punish you by tying you up again? Or he would deny your orgasms and cum on your stomach to prove you weren't good enough for him to actually fuck?

'Tell me pet, am I the best man you've ever been with?'

That was odd. Neuvillette never asked you questions of this nature. Usually they were only questions during passion like: 'You love being dragged on the floor don't you?' and 'Wouldn't you just look so good pregnant and stuffed with my seed?'. But this was new.

'The best man I've been with?' Maybe this was a new game of making you embarrassed? It certainly did the trick

'Y-Yes.' 'Prove it to me then. Before I replace you.'

Even from the darkness inside his office and your current position now you could see that light smirk he had while resting his head on his hand. He wanted to be especially cruel tonight but you never thought he would replace you so soon.

With a shaky hand and a racing mind you reached out for his belt. He allowed it this time but he wasn't amused. If he wanted to replace you, you'd just have to make him feel better than ever before.

Your thighs were so hot and warm you couldn't control yourself. You wanted nothing more than to put his cock in your mouth. No time to undress him or tug down your own clothes.

Neuvellitte let you just free his cock from the restraints and it was already hard by that look on your face. Warm skin, glassy eyes that didn't look anywhere else and complete obedience were in front of him. How could he not enjoy the face you didn't even realize your mouth was open before you pressed yourself forward to lick his tip.

He was such a pale man and yet his tip was the most beautiful shade of red to you. Your fingers wrapped around his girthy and veiny cock and your hips jerked slightly. You remembered how nice it felt when it was inside you - stretching you and hitting all the spots. You had to thank his generosity by circling the tip of it with your tongue. Your excitement was so immense that your mouth was filling with spit and since it was so late Neuvillette didn't care if it got all over his cock and dripped down to his pants.

You were so eager and adorable, looking blissful before he even did anything to you. He thought it would make him happy but instead he furrowed his brow.

'Not good enough.'

You barely had time to register what he said before he gripped your jaw and pulled your head up. The sudden shift had you groaning because you were still on your knees.

'You say i am the best man you've been with yet that look on your face didn't change.'

What was he talking about?

'It looks the same on the photos where you're sucking off that doctor. Tell me, did you take me for a fool?'

All the warmth in your body suddenly disappears. You feel cold, colder than ever. Maybe even cold like your homeland and the messed up laboratory Dottore forced you in. Neuvillette knew. He knew about your past and the fact you were a fugitive. Would he turn you in? Wait, was this his messed up trial to prove you didn't deserve this comfortable life?

You were shivering by this point and refusing to cry but you simply couldn't stop your eyes from getting teary when Neuvillette tossed an envelope and all the photos flew out.

It reminded you what you ran way from and what formed all these kinks Neuvillette triggered again.

There was a photo of you in a cow bikini drinking milk from a bowl on the floor with bruised hands. Then, there was one of you being tied to his table. Another one of you with a special device that hypnotised you. One where you were covered in cum all over your body. And the last one was the one Neuvillette spoke of; it was from when Dottore made you fuck him and some of his clothes. A perfect shot of you giving one of them a blowjob that he took.

But you ran away! You did everything you could! Was this a warning? How did Neuvillette get this envelope?

'I never thought you would dare lie in front of me. You should know better than that.'

His voice was cold but never like this. Never did you feel hatred from it but not it was different. Neuvillette hated you and you lost everything you had. Your hair was standing up, your hands were shaking and you could feel your heartbeat pounding away in your ears. Neuvillette was getting blurry and you were growing more desperate.

Then, when he saw you like that, completely afraid and dependent on him, Neuvillette's twisted desires grew. No where on those photos did you look so lost and desperate. He was probably the first man to make you feel that way and he couldn't deny how your brokenness made his cock throb. Then, he decided to be your saviour instead. Preventing crime and punishing it went hand and hand. He would throw you a bone to cling to, and would get a pet even more eager to please.

How desperately he wanted to see your ruin. To hear it and taste it on his tongue.

'Prove to me how desperate you are and I might take pity on you.'

Save you from himself? You aren't sure if it was the glimmer of hope or the messiness in your head at all those years in Dottore's hands that made you act but your blood started to flow and bloom again.

All you had to do was prove just how good and desperate you are. Nobody was better at that than you and nobody got more wet at the idea of it.

You placed your knees on the sides of Neuvillette's left leg. Those glassy eyes of yours and tear strained cheeks were a sight to behold when he saw you were looking up at him in marvel. Then, you rested your head on his knee and reached to jerk him off with your right hand. Your head was hazy and tired, but your hips were moving on their own. You were grinding down on his boot; you were fucking yourself crazy on it.

That night, you kept humping his foot until you reached the most intense and messy orgasm. You were so fucked out and desperate you probably didn't even know you were drooling and slobbering all over his pants while moaning how you were a good pet; how badly you wanted him to fuck you. Fuck, you didn't even realize your hand had stopped moving before he reached his high because you tired yourself out and fell asleep.

But Neuvillete didn't mind; he simply let you stay on his lap looking so serene before he gave his cock a few final strokes to paint your face white.

Maybe he should thank that man for sending him this envelope. Maybe even for training you to be such a perfect pet. But one thing was for sure, he definitely wouldn't let you go anytime soon.

avert you eyes. i was hormonal

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wileys-russo · 9 months

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drunk in love II a.russo x reader

started as a blurb....fell in love with drunk lessi and it became a fic

drunk in love II a.russo 4.5K words

you had almost drifted off to sleep, eyes heavy and struggling not to slam closed when the sofa began to vibrate underneath you and your ring tone jolted you back into reality, sitting up at the sudden noise.

with a frustrated huff you began digging around beneath the copious amount of blankets and pillows you were buried under to find your phone, finally finding it on what must have been its last ring.

seeing your girlfriends name and positively adorable contact photo flash on the screen you clicked accept, nestling the device between your ear and shoulder and settling yourself back into the sofa, pausing the tv.

"hi baby, you alright?" you asked softly with a smile, wincing and holding the phone away from your ear as your girlfriend loudly yelled out hello, and based on her struggles not to slur or skip over her words she'd had just a few glasses of wine.

having played one of the best matches you'd seen in months the blonde striker had scored the winning goal against arsenal today. having celebrated her win with her at the stadium you'd left her to carry on the celebrations at mary's house, encouraging she spend some quality time with her team mates and you'd spend her entire day off with her tomorrow.

it had taken the stubborn striker some convincing to agree, but once you'd roped in her best friend to help you argue your point she'd gone willingly, not without pressing a searing kiss to your lips and mumbling how she would be missing you the entire time.

admittedly you had missed her, but a night in to yourself to catch up on love island and sloth out on the sofa wasn't something you disliked by any means.

you and alessia were both incredibly independent from a young age and it meant you had made a point to respect when the other needed some space or time away, and you'd like to say communication was one of the main strengths of your near two year relationship.

"my beautiful gorgeous lovely girl can you come and get me?" the blonde slurred and you smiled hearing ella yell out in the background to say please and the sound of a loud smack to which alessia loudly protested and another slap sounded before you heard millie intervene.

"children the pair of you, honestly! I don't know how you put up with them." millie grabbed the phone the comment directed to you, confirming it was indeed time for your girlfriend to head off home and asking if she and ella were able to get a lift back to her place which you instantly agreed to, not wanting any of them to get in an uber in their current states.

"thanks sexy bum! can't wait to see you." you heard ella now grab the phone cheering drunkenly as once more there was a loud slap and you chuckled hearing alessia instantly kick off, yelling that no one was allowed to call you that but her as the sounds of a struggle continued and millie took the phone back, telling you to call her once you were outside.

slipping into a pair of your girlfriends trainers she'd left laying around for herself to trip over you grabbed your car keys, contemplating for a fleeting moment if you should dare to take alessias merc. though knowing how she could be when she was drunk you decided against winding her up any further and locked the door after you.

having been to marys house for dinners and movie nights almost as often as your own you arrived in record time. you tried to call millie but the girls phone rang out, your girlfriends also doing the same and tooneys seemingly dead as you shifted the car into park and stepped outside.

knocking a few times on the door you could hear music pumping from inside and mentally braced yourself for what was to come. thankfully it was only a tipsy looking mary who opened the door, the taller girl wrapping you in a tight bear hug and carrying you inside much to your laughs and demands to be put down.

no sooner had your feet hit the floor though did a bundle of blonde hair slam into you, almost knocking you to the ground as alessia clung to you as if you could fly away at any moment. "hello gorgeous." the blonde grinned instantly pressing her lips to yours, you quick to shove her off as she tried to ram her tongue down your throat, your cheeks flushed a rosy pink as a few of her team mates whistled jeeringly at the spectacle.

"hello, you taste like red wine." you smiled in amusement, spotting millie trying to wrestle ella back into her trainers and jumper much to the younger girls insistent protests that she wasn't ready to leave yet. "i may have had...just a little bit?" alessia grinned, tips of her ears flushed a deep shade of red which was another giveaway as to how drunk she really was.

"oh my favourite! TOONEY!" alessia hollered loudly, dropping your hand and stumbling over to her best friend as young hearts run free blasted over the speaker, the two girls wrapping one another in a hug and jumping around the room screaming the lyrics with a resounding amount of passion but very out of tune.

grabbing out your phone you took a quick video, joined by millie who shook her head at the pair and kissed your cheek in greeting, starting to make her rounds saying goodbye to those who were still present.

leaving your girlfriend to finish her performance you did the same, exchanging congratulations and hugs with the women scattered around the room, promising mary you'd definitely join them all next time as the song changed and your attention shifted back to alessia.

with the assistance of a few of the girls you managed to get alessia and ella outside, mary blowing you all a kiss before she disappeared back into her house. "can i please smack your bum to wind less up?" ella whispered in your ear with a cheeky smile and you nodded with a sigh, knowing the younger girl would likely do it anyway even if you'd said no.

"oi less your missus said i'm fitter than you!" ella teased, smacking you and sprinting off as alessia let out a loud war cry and charged after her, somehow managing not to trip over her own feet as her long legs easily caught up to the younger brunette.

"should we just let them chase each other home?" millie contemplated as the two of you leant against your car, watching as alessia easily took ella down with a shout, the two of them rolling around and wrestling like school children on marys front lawn.

"if i drove off less would probably run after the car for at least a few blocks." you shrugged, millie grinning at you and bumping your shoulder before pushing herself up and letting out a deep sigh, marching over to the two.

"alessia!" you eventually called out watching millie struggle to separate them without being pulled into the squabble herself, crossing your arms over your chest as the blondes head popped up and stared at you over millies shoulder.

"baby i'm tired can we please go?" you asked softly, alessia nodding enthusiastically and grabbing ellas collar practically dragging the girl over to the car and shoving her in much to tooneys ongoing cries she didn't wish to be manhandled.

allowing alessia to have control of the music the car ride was filled with excitable chatter as you pulled out and headed off toward millies home, ella staying the night there as her boyfriend was away for the weekend.

the topic changing to what you'd gotten up to that evening the conversation switched toward the latest few episodes of love island you'd been catching up on. millie and you spoke animatedly about the ongoing drama as she was also caught up, ella drunkenly yelling along to the music at the top of her lungs with her head slumped against the window, breath fogging up the glass.

feeling alessias hand settle on your thigh you didn't think much of it, the action not uncommon from the incredibly touchy girl whose affections only increased whenever she'd had a drink or ten.

though as her fingers wandered up the inside of your shorts dangerously close to your underwear you were quick to grab her hand and place it back in her own lap, staring at her firmly and shaking your head, the blonde only sending you a lopsided smile and sinking down further into the seat.

"alessia." you warned quietly when her hand once more grabbed at the inside of your thigh, pushing up and into your shorts as you gave her another firm stare, yanking her hand off you and tightly gripping it, holding it down on the console as you pulled up outside millies home.

"bye sexy bum." ellas head darted forward to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek as alessia gasped and reached around in her seat to try and hit her best friend, narrowly missing as the brunette slipped out of the car with a laugh.

you watched as her and millie stumbled up the driveway, making sure they'd safely gotten inside with a wave before driving off. it would seem that all of the excitement your previously chatty girlfriend mustered had faded away as you glanced over a few minutes later to see her asleep in the seat beside you.

"less, come on baby we're home." it would also appear that the copious amounts of alcohol she'd consumed had finally caught up with her as she muttered something in gibberish and closed her eyes again, crossing her arms over her chest.

with a chuckle you slipped out of the car and made your way around to her door, carefully opening it and unbuckling her seat belt, poking at her until she finally groaned and allowed you to pull her up and out of the car.

"come on less I need you to work with me here!" you grunted as the taller girl leant completely into you, doing your best to support her from falling as you kicked the car door shut and dragged her with you up to the front door.

realizing she'd swiped your house keys earlier to throw at ella you rummaged through her pockets trying to find them. "i don't know where they are okay!" alessia groaned drunkenly, throwing her hands in the air and narrowly missing hitting you in the face as you finally fished the keys out from her back pocket.

"oh I like when you touch me there sexy." the striker slurred suggestively trying to grab your hands as you wiggled the key in the lock, sighing in relief as it finally popped open. "come on." you heaved as you slung the girls arm around your shoulder, pulling her inside and kicking the door closed before prompting dropping her down on the sofa.

"okay i don't think i've seen you this drunk before." you ran a hand through your hair and shook your head both in disbelief and amusement at her state, which had significantly worsened over the short drive home, pushing away her wandering hands as they tried to wrap around your legs to pull you down on top of her.

"i'm not drunk!" alessia protested with a frown, grabbing instead onto your hoodie and trying to drag you onto the sofa with her as you dug your heels in. "baby i want a hug! come here right now." the older girl ordered with a huff, yanking on the soft material as you managed to pry her hands off.

"later, you need to eat something to soak up the alcohol." you chuckled at the older girls needy behavior as she whined and tried to grab you again. anyone who'd been out with you and alessia knew she could be protective and possessive at the best of times, but when she was drunk? she became aggressively needy and clingy.

"make me a cheese toastie." alessia demanded, giving up on her crusade to drag you down on the couch with a sigh, slinging an arm over her eyes. "make me a cheese toastie..." you trailed off suggestively, awaiting a please.

"now?" alessia guessed seriously, you rolling your eyes in response. "charming aren't you." you mumbled but padded off into the kitchen none the less, hearing your girlfriend unpause the tv and settle down into the sofa, kicking off a few cushions with a grunt.

"here less, eat please." you ordered softly, watching in amusement as the blonde struggled to pull herself into a sitting position before accepting the plate. leaving her to eat you returned to the kitchen, flipping your own toastie and pressing it down with a plate, glancing over to alessia every now and then to check on her.

"baby!" the italian groaned suddenly as you dumped the rinsed pan into the sink and grabbed your plate. "yes?" you asked amused, placing your plate onto the coffee table beside her now empty one. "get me a hoodie." alessia ordered before flopping down on her back on the sofa, looking to you expectantly and making a shooing motion with her hands when you didn't move.

"so bossy." you mumbled but headed for the bedroom none the less. "one of yours!" alessia called after you before laughing loudly at a video which popped up on her phone.

"one of yours." you mocked under your breath, grabbing one of your jumpers out of the wardrobe and slipping off alessias trainers, placing them neatly where they belonged.

"do you need a hand?" you withheld a laugh, alessia doubled over and grunting in frustration as she tried to unlace her trainers. "yes." alesia gave up with a huff, leaning back into the sofa with a glare as you shook your head and knelt down, tossing the jumper at your girlfriends face.

the older girl tugged on the soft material, unaware it was backwards until you glanced up and noticed her struggle. "less oh my god, stop!" you shook her head with a laugh, standing to your feet and lifting the girls arms up, twisting the jumper the right way round and pulling it down over her head, pushing her arms through the sleeves, much like you would dress a child.

"gotcha! c'mere sexy." alessias strong arms wrapped around your waist, trying to pull you down onto her lap as you almost dropped the toastie you'd just picked up. "lessi no I need to eat!" you laughed at her persistence, struggling to pull away from the strikers iron clad grip as you ate.

"i don't care give me attention." alessia slurred with a huff, only further proving the theory she was an aggressive soft, needy drunk.

taking all your strength not to be pulled down by the much stronger girl alessia finally gave up with a groan and withdrew her arms, crossing them over her chest and resting her head against the back of the couch, pouting up at you with a frown as you ate.

"what are you doing now?" you sighed as she suddenly stood, stumbling her way into the kitchen. grabbing both empty plates you quickly followed, alessia's head disappearing into the freezer as you rinsed the plates before leaving them in the sink with the pan.

the blonde reappeared with a half eaten pint of ice cream and a victorious grin, leaning against the fridge and struggling to open her prize.

"give it here you dope!" you laughed snatching the ice cream off of her and pulling yourself to sit on the counter. easily getting the lid off you jammed a spoon inside and held the tub out for alessia to take back.

"feed it to me." the taller girl mumbled, sliding her body in between your legs and running her hands fondly up and down your bare legs, resting her chin on your shoulder as you pressed a kiss to her head.

"you are such a needy drunk." you teased, alessia pinching your leg halfheartedly before accepting the spoon of ice cream you held out for her. "baby you're so beautiful." alessia looked up at you with star crossed eyes and a lopsided smile, hands moving to rest on your hips.

"you're so drunk, but you're very gorgeous." you smiled in return, leaning forward slightly to rest your forehead against hers. "i fucking love you." alessia moved to leave a cold kiss on your cheek, lips lingering there a moment. "i love you too." you echoed back sincerely, tossing the spoon into the sink with a loud clatter as the striker swallowed the last mouthful of ice cream there was.

"you taste like red wine and ice cream, it's a weird combination." you admitted as you pecked at her lips, pulling away with a scrunch of your nose. "oh you're so fucking cute." alessia slurred with a lazy smile rubbing circles into your hips, eyes beginning to droop a little as you ran your hands through her hair with a fond smile.

though you squealed in surprise as alessia suddenly hooked her hands under her thighs, attempting to carry you away out of the kitchen. "alessia no you can barely walk!" you shouted in protest as your girlfriend ignored you and continued pulling you off the counter.

just managing to land on your feet as the girl stumbled, grip loosening she dropped you and your eyes slit into an unimpressed glare.

"go!" you ordered with a point after she'd caught her balance, alessia sulking her way off toward the bedroom as you followed. "alessia, stay here." you warned as alessia collapsed onto the bed, beginning the arduous task of trying to shimmy herself out of her pants. "stop calling me that, you're only allowed to call me; baby, gorgeous, lessi, less, angel, my love, my everything, my-." the blonde pouted at you and began to list off the appropriate names on her fingers as you rolled your eyes and left her to it.

making your way back to the kitchen you grabbed two bottles of water and a tab of paracetamol before flicking off the lights. you knew you'd have no luck trying to get your girlfriend to drink any water now but knew she'd need it tomorrow morning when she no doubt woke up incredibly grumpy with a severe hangover.

switching off the tv and tidying up a little you flipped off the living room light and made your way back to the bedroom. it seemed alessia had given up trying to get out of her pants but had somehow successfully taken her bra off as it lay discarded in the middle of the floor.

leaving the paracetamol and water on her bedside table you darted to the end of the bed, grabbing alessias legs and sliding her pants down her legs before tossing them on the floor with her bra, grabbing out a pair of soft sleep shorts and slipping them on her.

"sit up please." you wiggled your fingers in her direction as alessia heaved and grabbed your hands, you tugging her into a sitting position. "can we at least brush your teeth please love?" you asked with a sigh, helping the taller girl to her feet as she nodded tiredly.

managing to guide her out of bed and to the bathroom you sat the blonde down on the lid of the toilet, not even daring to try allowing her to balance on the edge of the bath, she was enough of a hazard to herself whilst sober let alone drunk.

you squirted on some toothpaste and held out alessia's toothbrush to her, watching in amusement as the girl struggled to complete the task, leaning on a slight angle against the back of the toilet as you both brushed.

pausing for a moment alessia suddenly lurched forward on her feet, stumbling to the sink and rinsing out her mouth before you did the same.

having sobered up a tiny bit since getting some food into her stomach alessia was able to make her own way back to the bedroom, though you still kept a careful eye on her as you walked from one room back to the other.

"what are you doing now less?" you asked tiredly as the italian threw her phone on the bed, a familiar tune blasting out of it as the older girl turned toward her. "dance?" the blonde smiled lazily through half lidded eyes, holding her hand out expectantly

"oh now I know you're drunk if you want a dance." you laughed softly, alessia rolling her eyes but otherwise ignoring the comment, tugging you into her body as you both swayed together to the beat. "hey easy!" you laughed, quick to pull alessia back up as she tripped and almost fell face first onto the floor.

"think that's enough of that, thank you for the dance." you smiled, gently pushing your girlfriend to sit down on the bed who made no move to resist.

leaning over her you grabbed the older girls phone off the bed, clicking pause on the music before plugging it in to charge seeing her battery was lower than your own, alessia busying herself wriggling her body into bed.

"can I have my cuddle now or what?" the blonde asked moodily with a frown. "yes you can have a cuddle now." your body vibrated with quiet laughter as you flipped off the light, leaving the bedside lamp on before climbing into bed beside her.

"you're such a softie." you teased as alessias jumper clad arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down the bed a little, bare legs intertwining as you pulled the duvet up to cover you both. "shut up or I'll smack you." alessia mumbled as threateningly as she could manage into your neck, the two of you laying there in one another's hold for awhile.

as her breathing evened out you assumed she'd passed out and reached over her to turn off the lamp. "you know what?" alessia spoke up, pulling her head out of your neck and looking up to you as you quirked an eyebrow curiously in response.

"you have never asked me on a date."

"thats not entirely true i made you ask me out on a date which you wouldn't have done without my push. so I've basically asked you out!" you argued her point to which alessia simply scoffed and rolled her eyes. "ask me on a proper date." the older girl demanded, removing her arms from around you to lean away and cross them grumpily over her chest.

"alessia mia teresa russo, will you please go on a date with me?" you gave in to her moody demands and asked with an adoring smile.

"no." alessia answered bluntly, rolling onto her side and facing away from you whose mouth hung agape in shock.

"alessia!" you exclaimed shoving the girl who began to loudly laugh, clearly finding herself hilarious in her current intoxicated state. with a roll of your eyes you pulled yourself to sit up, intending to grab a jumper as the temperature had dropped much lower the longer the night dragged on, rain already promised for tomorrow.

"and where are you going?" your girlfriends arms wrapped around you from behind, holding you firmly in place. "to get a jumper it's cold." you mumbled and tried to pull her arms off though it was to no avail. "you don't need one you have me and my cuddles." alessia huffed, wiggling backwards on the bed and pulling you back into the bed with her.

"you are so needy." you shook your head, giving up and pulling the duvet back over the two of you with a roll of her eyes. "shut up or I'll smack you." alessia threatened again, resting her head on your chest still clinging tightly to your torso.

"aggressively needy." you whispered to yourself reaching over to flick off the lamp, plunging the bedroom into darkness. "baby you smell so good." alessia mumbled as her eyes slid closed, further tightening her hold around you. "thank you, you smell like a bar." you commented back, smiling into the dark as alessia pinched your side unamused.

alessias slender fingers traced small circles on the exposed skin of your side where your top had ridden up, your hands sliding into the older girls hair, gently massaging her scalp. a comfortable silence falling between them you had almost dozed off before alessia spoke up again.

"I don't deserve you, you know?"

shifting your position you slid down the bed a little to look directly at your girlfriend, nudging her head off your chest, both their eyes having now adjusted to the dark. "don't be daft." you denied the comment, moving your hand and resting it tenderly on the girls cold cheek.

"no I mean it, I don't." alessia struggled to get out, your brow deepening into a small frown at her words. "oh less. baby please don't say that, fate dropped us into each others lives for a reason, and because of that i wake up every day grateful to have met you and to have the privilege to love you and be loved by you." you smiled sincerely, suddenly feeling something wet drip onto you hand.

"oh my god are you crying?" "i hate cheesy rubbish like that!" alessia sobbed and you bit down on your lip to hide a smile at the older girls drunken antics.

"my god you are such a soft drunk." you laughed quietly to yourself, thumb gently wiping away the remaining tears which threatened to fall before pressing a soft kiss to the strikers lips.

"shut up or-" "or you'll smack me, yes I know." you shook your head with a smile, rolling onto your back as alessia tucked her head back into your neck, arms wrapping tightly around your smaller frame. "good." the blonde grumbled tiredly, your hands sliding up the back of her jumper to lightly scratch up and down the girls bare back.

"go to sleep my love." you whispered in amusement pressing a tender kiss to her warm forehead, alessia muttering something along the lines of an i love you before her breathing evened out and her tight grip on your top loosened a little.

you drifted off into your own dreamless sleep, wrapped up in your little love bubble, with your big drunk softie.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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Life is better with music

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | Music is something that has always been rooted deep into both your and Tony's families. From playing instruments since you were little to sing to your heart's content, it always brought you together. Now that you have your own family with your wonderful husband, you cannot wait to teach the same values to your own children, too.

RATING | General (G)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love, Munchkins, Babygirl)

A/N | Is this one of the cutest, most sweet things I have ever written for this AU? Probably, yes. I love this family so much, and they have a special place in my heart, so I can't wait to expand on their love story! This is proofread by my biggest supporter and the person I cherish daily, @ccbsrmsf1. Your support for this au keeps me going, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for our favorite family! I love you, and thank you for everything 💜

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The first time Tony discovered your musical side caught him off guard. Not in a wrong way, but in a way that made him only love you more and more, which seemed impossible at the time.

"We'll just go to the store, Sunshine. Are you okay to stay home with the Munchkins for a while? You deserve the rest," Tony says as you're sitting on his lap, all of you just finished eating breakfast together. You nod before giving him a soft peck on the lips and getting up, and you need some baby love.

"Of course, My Love," you tell him before picking up little Hudson and holding him close to you; he was getting a little fussy during breakfast, so you put him in the baby carrier. Orion was somewhere between the land of the living and sleeping some more, so you decide to let her be.

"I love you so much, you know that? I'm so lucky to have you in my life and to have these wonderful twins with you. Honestly, they are the cherry on top," Tony whispers to you as he stands behind you, Hudson strapped comfortably on your belly. A broad smile spreads as you lean into your boyfriend's hold, melting into his warmth.

"You should go now. Otherwise, you will never get those groceries," you joke, and with one last kiss, Tony, Howard, and Maria go out the door, ready to do a big grocery haul for the barbecue they'll be hosting for friends and family.

"Shall we get some cleaning done while your Sister is asleep?" you ask Hudson, who has also managed to fall asleep, and you chuckle softly. He's always a quick sleeper when you're carrying him. The dishes are done quickly, and you decide to clean the kitchen, too, now that you have the time.

Once everything is finished, you realize you have some time left before everyone returns, so you sit at the piano that stands proudly in the living room. Hudson and Orion are sharing a play mat. They're happily kicking their feet and making cute noises as if they are talking in their unique language.

Your fingers glide over the keys effortlessly, playing some songs that come to mind before deciding to sing, as you quickly discover your twins enjoy it when you do that. You play the opening notes of ''Make You Feel My Love" by Adele, but as you're singing along, you don't notice Tony, Howard, and Maria returning from their shopping trip.

As soon as Tony sets foot in the house, he hears the piano going, in combination with your beautiful singing voice, and instead of walking to the kitchen, he follows your voice. Standing in the doorway with the groceries still in hand, he listens to you, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he takes in the sight before him.

He didn't know you had a musical side, but discovering you could play piano and sing was something he would never forget. When he looks from you to Hudson and Orion on the play mat, his heart skips a beat, and he feels like he could burst into flames with how much he loves all three of you.

You finally look up when the song ends, only to meet Tony's tear-filled eyes.

"How did I not know you have such a beautiful singing voice, Sunshine? And the fact that you play piano too makes you even more special," Tony tells you as he walks over, the groceries he held earlier long forgotten. He sits down by the piano before capturing your lips with a gentle, love-filled kiss, and you have rarely felt this loved by him.

"I don't know; I often sing for our Munchkins, so how you didn't know is a surprise to me as well!" you joke, and after that, the two of you play the piano together for a while. Howard and Maria decide to let you two be as they're putting everything away. However, their hearts are overflowing with the love clearly visible between you two.

"They're made for each other," Maria tells Howard as they're now standing in the doorway, and Howard agrees.

"They found their soulmate, just like you and me. And they deserve everything this world has to offer them," Howard whispers before grabbing his phone and filming the two of you playing piano, laughing loudly, and having a carefree moment. You couldn't be happier than you are now, and it is still one of your most cherished memories.

Now, you like to take the chance to gather together around the piano and sing for some quality time with everyone. Now that Hudson and Orion are teenagers and Paxton is learning to walk, life seems to fly too fast. But that will never stop you, Tony, Howard, and Maria from gathering together and making music.

"How about we all come together by the piano and sing something? Maybe Tony and Hudson can play guitar, Orion and myself can sing, and Maria can play the piano," you offer, now that Howard has gone to nap after getting caught in a bad migraine flare-up.

Over the years, Hudson has learned to play the guitar from Tony, and Orion can play piano and sing beautifully, so you're curious as to what Paxton will enjoy when he grows up.

"I just need to grab my guitar," Hudson says before going to his room and grabbing it while you and Tony arrange everything around the piano, ready to sing and play music.

"C'mere, little troublemaker! We don't want you going anywhere now that we can't run after you!" Tony says to Paxton, who is already crawling in the opposite direction, and you can't stop laughing at the sight. Your husband running after your toddler, who is surprisingly fast, has you laughing so hard your stomach hurts, yet you can never get enough.

"There we go! You can cuddle with Mommy after I make you a milk bottle; how does that sound?" Tony asks Paxton, and he babbles something in response you can't quite make out. While he's gone to the kitchen with his youngest, Hudson returned with his guitar, getting ready to play.

Not long after, Paxton is on your lap, Orion on your right side, Hudson on your left with Tony beside him, and Maria behind the piano.

"Alright, I'm going to play something, and as soon as you figure out what it is, you can sing and play along!" Maria says enthusiastically, and not long after, the first notes drift through the room. Hudson is the first to play along with his guitar, quickly followed by Tony. Orion is the first to sing along, and you listen for a moment before joining in.

The combination of your voices and different instruments makes Paxton fall asleep in your arms as he drinks. He takes after his older siblings, as they always did the same; the music seemed to lull them to sleep when they were babies.

"Mommy, Daddy? Can you two play and sing together for us?" Orion asks as she looks at both of you, and you give Tony a look of 'why not'?

"Of course, we can, Babygirl," you tell her, and before you even have to say a single word to him, he starts the first chords for 'Make You Feel My Love' by Adele, which has, over the years, become your song. It's one of the songs you danced to during the evening you got together, the night Tony proposed, and your wedding. It has a special place in your heart, and you will happily sing it daily.

As soon as the first words leave your lips, you can feel a few tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, but you're determined to get through it without crying, even if it's just this once. Every memory comes flooding back for you both, and as soon as you hit the higher notes, Tony can feel goosebumps appearing on his arms.

Once the last notes float away in the air, you finally wipe away the tears that escaped. You look at Tony with so much love and appreciation, and there's nothing you wouldn't do to make him feel your love.

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zoe-oneesama · 2 years

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Hi Zoe! I see you're done with Party Crasher. If I'm not wrong, Frozer is up next. What do you think about the episode?

This episode is a prime example of why Season 2 has nearly no rewatch value after you've endured Season 4. It's so hard to watch with hindsight.

So, the biggest funk of this episode was definitely Chat Noir - it was him when the episode came out and it still is now. Literally opening the episode with another romantic gesture when Ladybug confirms this MUST be post "Glaciator" because she very gently and sadly reminds him that he knows she's in love with someone else.

Well, he took the rejection SO WELL in "Glaciator", so why should we expect any different here?

This episode (paired with "Glaciator") is the episode that launched the "Nice Guy(tm) Chat Noir" idea. He says things in this episode that I swear were pulled right from reddit. He decides they should go solo because she turned down his rose... "We don't always have to do everything together, after all. It's not like we're a couple." Seriously dude? All this time together, our partnership, our relationship, our friendship, it all means nothing because I don't want to be your girlfriend? Because I was honest about having feelings for someone else? THAT'S the kind of person you are? What a great role model.

But then he's over it, like, immediately. I'm so confused as to why this was even here. To make Chat Noir look like a dick? Way to sell your main love interest, show~

So Sadrien sadly takes his sad rose to fencing practice and gets his sad ass handed to him by Kagami, who's like "wtf kicking your ass is boring if you just let me" and he asks her "do you ever feel like you're stuck, replaying the same story over and over again and hoping for it change but nothing ever does?"

And Kagami's response is her infamous "the biggest mistake a fencer can make isn't choosing the wrong technique. It's choosing the wrong target. Change targets" advice.

First of all, her metaphor sucks. Fencing is a 1 vs 1 sport, you can't "change targets". You can switch from aiming for the chest to aiming for the leg, but it's still the same opponent, weirdo.

Second of all, nothing about what Adrien just asked you suggested he was talking about a person or a romantic suitor whatsoever. Your only hint was that he was holding his Reject Rose, but even so, why wouldn't your first thought be that he's talking about his father???

Seriously, this could've been a good lead in for the Adri////gami set up if Kagami had assumed he was talking about Gabriel and responded with empathy. "Yes, sometimes I feel like that with my own mother, but I realized I don't like feeling like I'm waiting for change to happen. I make my own change happen. If you want your story to be different, maybe it has to come from you."

And Adrien, still thinking romantically, is struck. 'Wow' he thinks, 'she understands me in a way that honestly? Not a lot of people would.' And he declares that she's right, he's going to change his story starting now, and hands her the rose, starting their romance story.

But no, sure, a bad fencing metaphor about how he should forget other hoes and look at her, that works too, who needs BUILD UP amiright? I was a fool to think that maybe Kagami would need a REASON to be into the Writer's Pet Adrien when he's OBVIOUSLY already PERFECT.

Not that any of this matters since Adrien all but tells Kagami to her face "I had a great time but I'm sticking to my original pick." and she says she'll wait for him, girl, have some self respect.

But that's getting ahead of ourselves. After the two part ways, we have a scene with him and Plagg about Adrien maybe switching targets, and uh..

Look, I noticed a real problem with the dialogue in this episode - there's a lack of connectivity throughout the episode with the things people say. I know I make jokes about the show having five writers per episode who don't communicate with each other, but here it reeeeeally feels like maybe that's not a joke.

Like here: Plagg suggests that Adrien is going to start pursuing Kagami and Adrien rejects this idea because he's in love with Ladybug ("No, no way. Ladybug's the only one I love), and it probably wouldn't work with Kagami anyway because it's his technique that's wrong and he needs advice on what to do.

This seems to suggest that Adrien isn't going to go after Kagami, and if he did, it would be to test out a technique on her. Like going out with Kagami would be practice. Now that's obviously not verbatim what he said and could justifiably be seen as reaching, but do you see my confusion? Not once does he say anything about being into Kagami or wanting to go after her (though admit-ably he did give her the Reject Rebound Rose).

But then two scenes later when he's asking Marinette for help, he's describing Kagami as if he's in love with her, as if he's really interested in her. Where did THAT come from between scenes?! Writers! COMMUNICATE!

Also he says in the French version that they have classes together, and in English that they study together, and I would just like to see WHEN?!

There's another example when Marinette goes off to the bathroom after Kagami gives more..."advice". Tikki asks why she's sad, and instead of pointing out the very obvious "Oh, I don't know Tikki, my crush asked me for advice on how to get close to another girl, I'm third wheeling his date and am forced to watch them skate around holding hands, she practically claimed him when Phillipe was trying to recruit Adrien for his ice rink by reminding him AND me that Adrien is with HER, aaaaand I fell on my butt in front of him, her, and the guy who I also have caught feelings for but am feeling bad about potentially leading him on because of my lingering feelings for Adrien. And then my crush's date basically told me it's my fault that all these things are happening to me because I 'hesitate'. That might have something to do with why I'm sad."

But instead her answer is she likes Luka but doesn't know if what's between them is that they're just friends, like with Adrien????

Even if that WERE a part of it, that's not the thing that started this or even the thing that set her off. So why is that the thing they made her stuck on??? That's like the fourth thing on the list of Things That's Made Her Upset. Her answer sounds like it comes from a pre-edited script or something.

So yeah, the dialogue is...weird. But that's almost normal for Miraculous Ladybug at this point.

So anyway, Adrien vows to get advice from someone who is Not Plagg and realizes very quickly that every adult in his life is utterly worthless so he scouts out his friends. Except of the 4 couples he zones in on (Marc and Nathaniel, Ivan and Mylene, Alya and Nino, Juleka and Rose) 3/4 of them are together because of Ladybug and an akuma.

"Hey bro, I need some advice, how'd you and Alya get together?"

"Oh, Ladybug locked us in a panther cage during an akuma attack after you tried to set me up with her best friend."

Maybe it's not as crazy that he went to Marinette as I initially thought.

(That said this gave me flashbacks because for some reason all my friends came to me for relationship advice despite being chronically single for most of high school, so, I felt that pain Marinette.)

And just...wow, writers, I know Marinette is your punching bag but this was just cruel. Having her crush, the guy YOU'RE SELLING as her true love go off about how pretty and special and amazing this other girl is right to her face? Is this supposed to be an equivalent heartbreak to what happened in the first scene? Because this doesn't feel equal, this just feels malicious on the writer's end. Ladybug didn't grind into Chat Noir's face how AWESOME the mystery boy is and at least Chat Noir got to throw a tantrum about it, where's Marinette's tantrum?!

I'll say the one point I give to the Girl Squad is them telling Marinette she's crazy for agreeing to third wheel this date and that she should definitely cancel on Adrien. If he can't handle being alone with the girl he wants to date, that sounds like a them problem, there's being selfless and then there's being masochistic, girl.

But then they lose that point for yelling over her when she tells them she's going to try being Just a Friend for Adrien.

The Girl Squad scene is also frustrating in this way that Miraculous is continuously frustrating in that the characters just don't quite say the thing that makes sense (like in "Maledictator" with Marinette calling Chloe "useless" instead of things that would actually stick like "bully"). Marinette says she's giving up on Adrien because she stutters around him and dating would be impossible if she can't even talk to him, and that she's calmer when she's trying to be his friend instead of dating him.

But what she should have said was "he just asked me advice on how to ask out someone else, he's clearly not into me!"

She has a good point with the stuttering thing, but that puts all the weight on HER for the relationship not taking off. It's HER that can't get it together, it's HER that can't get her words out, it's HER that's stopping them from being together. Meanwhile Adrien's over here asking out other girls, calling her "just a friend", not showing up to meet ups that she'll be at... Hell, he tried to set HER up with SOMEONE ELSE ("Animan"). He doesn't want to date her! Message Recieved!

So she brings in Luka, (which honestly, smart move, because how much would Kagami have REALLY hated Marinette if she showed up by herself on THEIR date) and we get The Metaphors.

Marinette is clumsy, this is a known fact, yet the only times she's clumsy at the ice rink is because she's focused on Adrien - when she focuses on Luka, she's smooth, easily let's him guide her, and is pulling off professional moves. ALMOST like he's a good, calming influence compared to the chaotic energy that Adrien brings.

The "problem" (if you're writing for this show and want to encourage Adrien and Marinette being together) is that the episode never challenges why this should be a bad thing. They want her to be with Adrien, soooo why are they basically visually proving why Luka is the better option? Why does this whole episode feel like it's actively trying to turn Marinette away from Adrien?

I mean obviously they're starting the Love Rival drama, but I mean long term. With the Skating Metaphor and Marinette bringing up how her own inability to think clearly around Adrien is a problem, and then never COUNTERING those problems, why are we supposed to root for them again?

Oh because Luka gave his consent in the end, not because of any merit that Adrien brings to the table, got it.

Then there's the obvious Two Guys Reaching Out to Help Marinette Up and She Hesitates Because Her Heart is in Conflict Metaphor. I only give this one props because at least none of the characters explained that one, they just let that one speak for itself, even if it was obvious.

Though that one accidentally extended when the reason Marinette doesn't choose is because Phillipe forces his way into the interaction to beg Adrien to join his rink - kinda like random, out of pocket shit that she has no control over is CONSTANTLY MESSING UP HER ATTEMPTS TO MAKE MOVES.

Gosh Kagami, maybe Marinette would've made a choice if she'd gotten five seconds between them without INTERRUPTIONS! Maybe she even would've grabbed BOTH of their hands, then what would you have done?

Sighhhh, I'm sorry Kagami, I don't mean to rip on you. It's just that you were so freaking RUDE in this episode to anyone who wasn't Adrien (and also a little bit to Adrien tbh). You can turn Phillipe's offer down without telling him his favorite sport is basically trash. You can help Marinette up without rubbing it in that you got the guy first. You can let Adrien turn Phillipe down himself without peeing on him, as if you're jealous of a this guy just for asking Adrien to join a sport ("he already fences with ME!"). Let the boy speak for himself - maybe he actually was interested, did you check in on what he wants?

Yes, Adrien shouldn't just go along with people to make them happy, but he's not going to learn to stand up for himself if you just speak for him.

And Luka...well you're just here for a good time, aren't you? So patient, so kind, so the only person in the room who can read the writing on the wall. At least someone in this group isn't lying to themselves.

I'm losing steam, so let's rapid fire:

I knew I'd hate Phillipe as soon as I saw him and I was right. He's annoying and I bet he's the reason no one wants to come to his stupid ice rink because he's lurking there interrupting other people's dates. I was on Andre's side when he ragged on him for trying to force people to join (though dude you gave him ten minutes, what did you think would happen?)

Luka's so magical he can play electric guitar without an amp or any sound amplifying device, impressive. Or the people on this show have never touched an instrument.

Also Luka, your advice to just be natural and go with the flow is great and also WASTED on Adrien, his "natural" is a DISASTER.

Adrien panic-lying that he brought Marinette to teach him how to skate was pointless. Maybe Kagami would've thought it was endearing you were too nervous to go on a date with her alone if you were just honest about it, but now it's just Another Thing Kagami has to turn into a competition because she sees Marinette as a RiVaL (which honestly amazing jumping to conclusions because wut, where'd you get that idea?)

Also, does Kagami shoot a bow? She says she only participates in "noble" sports, like bow or fencing, but I can't tell if she's listing sports she considers noble, or listing sports she participates in. Also what does a "noble" sport even mean?

S-stalac-Tikki...and Plagg-lagla. I know it's Plagg-Glacier in English, but it's Plagg-lagla in French and it sounds like Adrien's VA is gargling or stuttering when he tries to say it.

What happened to Luka and Kagami, you're not even going to show them frozen?!

Frozer is so ugly omigoooood not looking forward to drawing him.

So yeah, anyway, Frozer is hard to watch, especially with hindsight, the bad parts with Chat Noir are really bad but don't stick around long, so there's that, and while it doesn't feel like the characters are being too bad during this whole "dating" fiasco, it suuuuure feels like the writers were~

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noisynaia · 2 years

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Two Doors Down

[Frankie Morales x Reader]

summary: You are getting over a breakup and decide to go to your friend and neighbour Benny's house party.

word count: 2.6k

rating: M

pairing: Fransisco "Catfish" Morales x f!reader

note: Drinking and smoking. No use of (y/n). The reader uses she/her pronouns. This has not been beta-read and English is not my native language. Part 2

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…Two doors down

They're laughing and drinkin', and having a party

Two doors down

They're not aware that I'm around

Cause here I am

Crying my heart out, feelin' sorry while

They're having a party just two doors down…

It’s dumb, you’re feeling so fucking dumb. Here you’re sitting, on your kitchen floor, crying over the end of a relationship that you should never have been in to begin with. You could, now in hindsight, see that your relationship with Lance had been shit. He had not treated you well, he never put in the same effort as you had, yet he was always jealous when you wanted to spend time with your friends. It has almost been two weeks since you had caught him cheating and simultaneously broken up with him.

You had not been crying over it for many days now, but it had been a tough week at work and it is like everything that had happened just feels too much .

Maybe that is what is the true reason for your tears, not the sadness from a broken heart, but the sadness of realising that you had wasted so much time and energy on a person who didn’t deserve it. You sit for a little longer trying to force the tears to stop, you don’t want to spend the rest of the night like this.

You raise your right arm over your head and plant your hand on the kitchen counter, slowly pulling yourself up from the floor. Your head is aching after all the tears and you feel the need for a cigarette. You usually never smoke inside, always retreating to your balcony, but you allow yourself to make an exception, this one time, and settle for just opening your kitchen window and turning on the extractor hood before you lit your cigarette. You can hear the music through your open kitchen window.

You had totally forgotten about Benny’s party, you had actually told him you would stop by. Well, you had told him you might stop by if you didn’t feel too shitty in the light of your recent breakup. Benny had been very supportive and had volunteered to go kick Lance’s ass, which you honestly had been tempted to let him.

Benny lives in the apartment two doors down the hall from you. The two of you have established a pretty good friendship, he is the only person on the floor around your age, most of the other residents in your building are older. You know Benny has wanted you to meet his brother and his friends, who are gonna be there, for some time now. You rub your hand over your damp eyes and take the last drag of your cigarette before putting it out, letting a bit of water rinse over it and throw the bud in the trash.

You go to your bedroom and swing your wardrobe doors open with a little more force than needed, looking over your clothing options. You pull out a couple of items before your eyes land on a bordeaux red slip dress that goes to your midthigh. You change out of your sweatpants to put on a pair of nylon tights. You fix your hair and apply a little makeup, trying to hide your tear-stained face as good as you can before grabbing a thin black cardigan. You refuse to keep spending your Saturday night sitting on your kitchen floor in self-pity.

…I think I'll dry these useless tears

And get myself together

I think I'll wonder down the hall

And have a look around

'Cause I can't stay inside

This lonely room and cry forever

I think I really rather join 'em

Two doors down, yeah…

You take a deep breath before knocking on the door to Benny’s apartment. A few seconds go by before the door swings open.

“You came!” A very happy Ben has opened the door, clearly at least a couple of beers into the night already.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” He throws his arms around you, pulling you into a bone-crushing bear hug. “You feeling okay?” He asks, much quieter, as he lets you go.

You nod, offering him a weak smile. You don’t want to admit to have been crying less than 30 minutes ago. He smiles back at you understandingly.

“Let’s get you a drink!” He declares leading you through the crowded apartment to the kitchen. “I have someone I would like you to meet, also I need to prove to my brother that I don’t live in a retirement community.” He sighs at the last past, it must be something he has been teased with.

Three men are standing by the kitchen counter, a blonde man that you just know must be Will, the resembling to Benny is clear. You are less sure about the two other men, they must be friends of Will. One man with a charming crooked smile, a few silver strands mixed with dark curls. A slightly taller man in a black hat, who is fidgeting with the beer bottle in his hand, not looking as comfortable as his companions.

“So, this is my brother William and his friends.”

Guys, this is my good friend and neighbour.” Benny exclaim, the men turning to look at you.

“Can you fix her a drink while I go fix up the table? And be nice!” He says the last part as he gives the curly-haired man a stern look.

“Hey! Santiago, but I can just be Santi to you.” The man with the curls tells you as he shakes your hand with a wink. Oh, he’s a flirt.

You tell them your name and shake Will's hand before facing the last man.

“I’m Frankie. Well, I’m Francisco, but people call me Frankie.” He is not coming off nearly as smoothly as Santi, but you can’t help but smile at him.

You stand there a little awkward for a moment, but the conversation is soon picking up and you actually have a pretty good time. The guys are both nice and funny, not that you would expect anything else from the brother and friends of Benny.

You talk for a while, sipping on the greyhound Santi had made you.

“Ey, beer pong tournament! Are you guys playing?” Benny, who has come back in the kitchen, yells excitedly, getting two six packs from the fridge.

Santi is quick to express his excitement

Your stomach drops at the thought of having to chase after a ping pong ball at a party full of strangers. It sounds like your worst nightmare.

“I think I’ll skip.” You declare.

Santi claps his hand on Frankies back. “Ya’ gonna play, Fish?”

Fish..?

Frankie doesn't look like he wants to play, his expression a stark contrast to Santi’s.

“Nah, I think I’ll sit this one out.” Frankie croaks.

“Suite yourself.” Santi shrugs. “You gonna partner up with me then, Benny boy?”

And by that, you are left alone in the kitchen with Frankie.

“Uhm, I think I’ll go for a smoke.” You mumble, fumbling with the clasp on your little handbag to get your lighter and your pack of cigarettes.

“Do you maybe wanna come and keep me company?” You look up at Frankie.

He was the quietest when you had spoken with him and the others, but you like his vibe and you have to admit that he is very easy on the eyes. Brown hair is sticking out from the black baseball hat he is wearing, a breathtaking smile, broad shoulders and a pair of warm brown eyes.

Frankie smiles and gives you a nod, emptying his beer before following you out on the balcony. You wrap your cardigan a little tighter around your torso as you’re hit by the cool night air. You lean your left side up against the brick wall, Frankie mirrors you leaning his right side against the wall so you’re facing each other.

“Want one?” You ask before putting the cigarette between your lips. He accepts your offer with a small smile and you hand him your lighter after litting your own cigarette.

“So… Fish? ” You ask as you breathe out a cloud of smoke, tilting your head slightly, not wanting to blow it directly into his face.

“The guys and I.” He tilts his head at the balcony door. “We’re old military buddies.” He shrugs. “My code name was Catfish, guess things like that just stick” He shakes his head with a smile and you can’t stop yourself from smiling too. It makes sense, Benny had told you his brother had served.

“Well, Fish, tell me more about yourself.” You prompt with a smile. And he does.

What should have been a five-minute smoke turns into a long conversation where the two of you take turns telling each other about yourself.

…'Cause here I am

No longer cryin' an' feelin' sorry

We're having a party just two doors down…

Almost an hour has gone by and the two of you have forgotten the party completely, the only reminder is the music coming from inside the apartment. His baritone voice and warm eyes have captivated you and as the sound of his warm bubbly laugh hits your ears something warm blooms in your chest.

You like him more and more the more you get to know him. You probably shouldn’t let yourself feel like this so quickly after your breakup, but you really can’t stop the warm yearning feeling his smile is creating in your heart.

…I can't believe I'm standin' here

Dry-eyed, all smiles and talkin'

Making conversation with the new love I have found

I ask him if he's like to be alone and we start walkin'

Down the hall to my place waitin' two doors down, yeah…

The conversation has landed on movies.

“Okay, it doesn’t have to be your favourite, but what movie have you rewatched the most?” You ask with a smile.

“Honestly… Probably Winnie the Pooh.” He shakes his head with a shrug and smile.

“ Winnie the Pooh?! ” You giggle.

“Yeah…” Frankie clears his throat, looking nervous all of a sudden. “I have a little girl, so…”

“Oh, you do?” You say with a smile, trying to not sound surprised. Him having a kid doesn't scare you away and something about him being a girl-dad makes perfect sense to you. There is a little voice of worry in the back of your head though, not from him being a dad, but Frankie being a father means that there is a mother. He is not wearing a ring and nothing about your conversation has implied that he is married or in a relationship. But you had just caught Lance cheating. It would break your heart if you were flirting with another woman’s man right now.

“Yeah, Solana, she is three.” He continues. “Her mother and I got divorced when she was still a baby. She stays with me every other weekend.”

The worry you felt disappears completely and you can’t help but give him a wide smile.

“Can I see a picture?” You ask, wanting him to know that you don’t have anything against him having a child.

A little girl with big chestnut-brown eyes and fluffy brown curls is smiling at the camera.

“Oh, she’s so cute.” You coo, and you mean it, she is absolutely adorable.

“Looks like her daddy.” You giggle, the resemblance is uncanny.

“I guess she does.” He sighs at the phone screen. “Poor baby.” He jokes, but you feel that there is something more to his words.

You look up at him with a frown. “I don’t think it is a bad thing.” You murmur.

You don’t want to overstep, but you hate the idea of him thinking he isn’t good enough.

“I know I’ve just met you Frankie, but I think she is pretty lucky to have you as her father.”

“You do?” He asks, voice low and soft.

“Yeah, I do.” You whisper, not noticing that you have taken a step closer towards him.

He shifts a little, leaning his body slightly towards you. He looks deeply into your eyes and you think your heart skips a beat. He gently cups your cheek, and you lean into his touch. Your pulse quickens from the feeling of his warm skin on you.

And then you’re kissing him.

…Two doors down

They're laughing and drinkin', and having a party

Two doors down

We're not aware that they're around …

His lips are soft, tasting of the beer he’s been drinking, with a slight ashy aftertaste from the smoke. Your own lips probably taste the same. You completely melt into his touch, finding a rhythm of gentle movements, getting familiar with the shape of him and you love it.

You open your mouth a little wider, slightly tilting your head to the side. Giving Frankie space to deepen the kiss and he does. He removes his hat to not poke you with the visor.

Your hand comes up to grab the now-exposed curls at the back of his head, your other hand is buried in the fabric of his shirt.

You moan softly into the kiss as Frankie slips his tongue deeper into your mouth. Your grip on his hair tightens, and you can feel the fire in your lower stomach enlight.

You finally break the kiss both gasping for air. His thumb gently stroking your cheek as he looks down at you with those deep warm eyes of his.

“You know, uhm…” You pant out, suddenly feeling very nervous. “I live just down the hall if you… You know… Want to be alone.”

“Yeah, I… I would like that.” He nods.

…'Cause here I am

Feelin' everything but sorry

We're having our own party two doors down …

You roam around your bag to get the key to your apartment. You had tried to ignore the look Benny had given you when you told him that you left. The others had been too engulfed in their game to notice that you and Frankie had been staying out on the balcony all night, but you leaving with Frankie gained their attention. Santi had given Frankie a thumbs up as you left which had made Frankie blush severely.

You finally get the key, fumbling with the lock before you can get the door open and let Frankie into your home.

Frankie closes the distance between you as soon as the door has closed behind you. You place a hand in his hair, grabbing the soft curls, softly pressing him closer, and deepening the kiss.

You stumble through your apartment until you reach your coach where the two of you collapse, you on top of Frankie.

His warm tongue slipping between your kiss-swollen lips. You really like him and you want more, you really do, but you are not sure if it is a good idea. You might have just come out of a relationship, but It’s been a long time since you have felt like this with anyone and you’re afraid of ruining it. He breaks the kiss before you can worry any further.

“Sorry, I…” He whispers, slowly pulling away, looking deeply into your eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, I think I would like to get to know you better. If that is what you want too, of course." He looks nervous. “Maybe I could take you out on a date?”

“I would like to get to know you better, Francisco. And I would love to go on a date with you.” You tell him softly.

He smiles wide with relief and his lips are back on yours. The kiss is so sweet it makes your chest feel warm and content. Maybe this really can be the start of something beautiful.

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dandelionflowery · 29 days

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Intro post!

(if you're looking for the breast cancer awareness post it is here)

HII!!

My name on the internet is Dandelion, but you can call me whatever you like honestly. It's so hard to find a good name around here, the fae keep stealing them

I use any pronouns, online people default to they/them, IRL people default to she/her, you can use whatever you feel like!

I'm aroace 🧡💛🤍🩵💙 and my gender is up to interpretation lol

I'm 16 and I live in France but I have both French and American citizenship

I have both scoliosis (diagnosed, 45°) and probably dyslexia (not officially diagnosed but all the internet tests I did were screaming at me to go get an official diagnosis) and those two really hate each other who deCIDED SCOLISOIS SHOULD BE SPELLED THE WAY IT IS (if i spell it correctly be aware that either I copied it from somewhere, or i thought about it for WAY too long, or it was a monkeys on keyboards thing)

I created a blog just for reblogging shit (aptly named @dandelionflowery-reblogs) but even with that I can't promise to tag stuff correctly on either...

I'm not often super active on here, at least not regularly, mostly because I have way too many classes but sometimes I go absolutely insane and spend like an entire day on here (oops)

~~☆~~

I like:

- Harry Potter (Drarry, Deamus, Romione, Linny are my main ships but there's a decent chance you could get me to like a specific portrayal of just about any pairing lol) [also fuck jkr]

- The Marauders (WOLFSTARRR! Also Jily and aroace Peter and maybe Remadora. Same thing as before: open to other pairings [I know of and appreciate the ships with the girls but usually I'll lean towards the first ones mentioned actually I'll lean towards wolfstar with background Jily and aa battery Peter)

- Reading and books in general

- Fanfics, fanart!! (Both writing/drawing them and reading/simping for them)

Speaking of which, I have a side blog that's actually technically marauders themed! @mybrain-fanficedition

- Interactions on here!!

- there's probably some other stuff I like but I can't think of anything rn

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I don't like:

- Following from above, I said I was open to pretty much any pairing, ... I lied lol

I don't really like adult/child pairings (especially not snarry) but I am still open to at least trying it, but it is much much harder to convince me about that

- That said, irl adult/child is very bad and dni if you think it should be a thing in real life, fanfic is fiction do not attempt

- Also the usual list of if you're homophobic transphobic uh racist or just a generally mean person

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I like talking to people even if you don't know what to say just say hi!

Also I have other social media, come find me if you want!

@/flowerydandelion, @/dandelionfloweryart and @/wands.swords.and.books on Instagram!

On Ao3 I'm like 90% sure it's DandelionFlowery and uh probably similar usernames on Discord and Reddit [though I'm not often active on there]

Wait if I link my ao3 that means i need to actually post my fics lol

Leave comments if you read my fics, I love feedback!! (or just leave kudos, it makes me irrationally happy lol)

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The main reason why I call bs on that argument, that it's Elucien Sjm had in mind when talking about the whole "mated but wrong for each other" is because it's so unlike Sjm to make them mates, only to have one reject it and both go they seperate ways without exploring first. Like... what would be the point? Just so El/riel could have an obstacle to go through? Because nothing else really stands in their way and honestly, elucien's mating bond would be a cheap obstacle. Elain isn't forbidden from anything, it's Elain who has the choice to decide and Rhys doesn't want Azriel to get in the way of that. If she'd were to reject it, Rhys would be on her side no matter what and provide protection. Lucien would accept the rejection anyway... so, we'd read a whole ahh book about characters playing hide and seek for nothing. Sjm would've paired Elucien for no nothing at all.

It would've been far more epic if Tamlin was Feyre's actual mate but she still chooses Rhys. 1. Based on how Tamlin reacted without a bond, imagine him having one? 2. Feylin already bonded, so to have her choose someone else over someone she has a bond with and was in love with would make sense and prove, that her love for Rhys is very strong. 3. Spring court vs Night court. Rhys can't do much without risking his people. There would be an actual blood duel. And the other courts might hold Rhys back for the simple reason that no one has any business to come between a mated pair, least of all a mating bond that includes a high lord and they just don't want a useless war.

Well, we already kinda have that story, just with Rhys being her mate. Just saying that it would worsen their situation if Tamlin was her actual mate.

Elain and Azriel literally isn't forbidden anything, no one gives a shit, including Sarah, which is why she hasn't given people who ship it anything since his chapter.

And what she gave there was a clear sign of "ummm, this is dark and awkward and feeling ashamed of being with someone probably isn't the way to go???" juxtaposed with Azriel feeling better and more lighthearted when thinking about Gwyn's smile. The woman wasn't even in the room and the thought of her made him smile.

People who don't admit the importance of that are being intellectually dishonest.

we'd read a whole ahh book about characters playing hide and seek for nothing.

Is THIS why Elain has barely been on the page? lol

You are so right about Feyre, Tamlin, and Rhys. If she really wanted to explore those questions in such a way that the answer always came down to making your decisions, what a perfect - and still super impactful - way to do that by making Feyre Tamlin's mate, and for her to still choose Rhys because she loves him. That would actually be such a good story, someone should write that fanfic. But that's just not the type of story sjm writes. She gives relationships a much cleaner path to endgame. And the Feyre/Tamlin/Rhys triangle really proves that to Sarah, the answer is both - freewill and fate. Love and a mating bond.

A while back, when the forbidden romance trope was a hot topic of conversation, I brought up that sjm doesn't tend to write external conflict for her couples, but internal. What I mean is that her couples don't get together right away because of their own trauma, the emotional journeys they need to go on, or how they relate/react to one another. She has never written a ship where the people can't be together because of a third party - another person, a political situation, another love interest, someone who is jealous, whatever. The closest I can think of is when Maeve was going to control Rowan and then he took the blood oath to Aelin - but they weren't romantic at the time. They weren't for another full book.

The fact that she has all of her mated couples be endgame and in love tells me that she thinks the answer is a bit of both - fate and what you make of it.

#antielriel #ask #anon

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bluejay-in-flight · 1 month

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BRING IT ON: ALL OR NOTHING (2006) IS ONE OF THE GAYEST MOVIES EVER!!!!

here's why!

okay so not gonna do a whole essay cause honestly the proof is in the screenshots I took while screaming my ass off cause honestly the chemistry between the main Brittney and her enemy turned ally/girlfriend is just GIVING!!! I recommend all lesbians out there or just fans of women being down bad for each other should check this out!!!

let's start when they first go head to head during cheer tryouts where Britney is trying to show Camille that she has what it takes to be on their squad even tho she doesn't want to be a "cheer whore" and betray her old squad so she ends up refusing to join

sorry for the thing at the bottom in the last one but like THERE'S NO REASON FOR Y'ALL TO BE THAT CLOSE!!! as you can see the chemistry between them is electrifying oh and you can also see poor Kirresha in the background being like not in front of my lollipop!!! 🤣 seriously tho Britney pls give me one straight reason that you're staring at Camilles lips like that 👀👀👀

NEXT is a couple scenes after this one where Camille recognizes that they need Britney on the squad whether she likes the other girl or not so in a completely heterosexual move she decides to lean against the other girls car to wait for her and then this moment happens...

like I'm sorry but if someone looked at me like that while leaning against my car there is no way I could stop myself from kissing them right on the mouth! but alas we must move on and although they have so many good scenes I'm taking y'all to the end of the movie where it all comes to a head!

so we've seen them "fight" we know they don't get along well now they've figured out how to finally work together and are truly now on the same team which gives us one of the best moments ever!!!!!!

THAT'S RIGHT HOW SHE JUST GONNA GRAB HER GIRL BY THE ARM WITHOUT EVEN LOOKING AND TUG BRITNEY AGAINST HER NO PROBLEM!!!! like and the fact that Britney doesn't even fight against her just let's Camille pull her wherever she wants like GUYS!!!! GUYSSSSS!!!

This is one of the most lesbian movies I've ever had the honor of watching and this came out in 2006!! if this came out now they would have a huge following and so many fanfics but alas then it wouldn't be the same movie we know and love 🥺 And although this was one of my favorite scenes in the movie we do have one honorable mention!!!

I don't know if y'all noticed in the last scene but throughout the movie Britney has constantly been wearing studs while Camille has her pretty golden hoops if you can't tell here's this scene to give you a better look!

oh and you also get them standing way too close pressed against each other while Camille looks fondly down at Britney because as if they couldn't be more obvious 🤣 we all love a tall and short lesbian duo don't we ANYWAYS up until this moment at the end of the movie Camille has been wearing her golden hoops while Britney has her silver studs EXCEPT WAIT

THAT'S WEIRD THEY'RE BOTH WEARING GOLDEN HOOPS?!?!? I wonder where Britney could've gotten that other pair of golden hoops 🤔 I wonder who could've given her them cause god knows what completely normal heterosexual reason she must've had to change her earrings to the same ones as her rival girlfriend before their last performance together 👀👀👀 I can't imagine....

But yeah if any of y'all want to squeal about lesbians for an hour and thirty eight minutes you should definitely watch this movie!!! also cause it's just a bomb ass movie in general and mostly holds up even after god fuckin eighteen 😭😭😭 years later can't believe how time flies...

#bring it on all or nothing #bring it on #wlw #lgbtqia #lesbians #britney allen #camille #hayden panettiere #my posts #jay jabbers

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armpirate · 1 year

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UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 32

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Warnings: Public sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk.

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MASTERLIST

I'm so nervous.

Even before I signed the contract, I was hesitating on whether to sign it or not. I wanted to desperately go back to my comfort zone and serve drinks, just to do what I'm used to and what I know I'm good at. Throwing myself into this feels so strange, so uncomfortable, that I can't help but try to convince myself that I won't be good at this.

The fact that the week ran by, to the point where I wasn't able to mentalize myself with this new job position wasn't of help.

But here I am anyway, walking around the gallery while Jin tries to introduce me to every usual customer that comes in -just so I do it all by myself with new visitors. Yesterday he already explained everything I should be doing today -and from now on. Although he still told me he'd be around for me, I want to leave a good impression by showing I understood my tasks the first time he explained them.

All that tension doesn't take long to disappear when I see Tammy, Soo, Melanie and Mark coming into the gallery, just to cheer me up from the distance as they see me busy with one possible customer. I smile at them, before returning my attention to the brunette middle aged lady that keeps asking me about the artist.

At some point while talking to her, my eyes gather around the gallery, stopping in the main door. Actually, stopping on him.

Jungkook comes in and the whole world seems to go slower. I can't take my eyes away from the way he moves his hands over the fabric of his grey suit to place it correctly, or the way his hair is styled in a messy tail. How can that man be real and be walking around like nothing?

The rest of the evening goes great, I just hang around the gallery waiting for someone to ask for my opinion or looking for my help. And it's all chill and fine until a pair of fingers trace my exposed spine, from my neck to the lowest part. It's crazy how I'm able to know who it is just with his touch, just by the way he makes my whole body react to him.

—You're a tease —Jungkook mentions—. You aren't wearing the set you sent me this afternoon.

I look at him nervously, just to find him smirking at me.

I wasn't thinking of wearing that lace set when I sent him those pics earlier today. Honestly, I wasn't even considering sending him those pics until he sent me a pic of his sweaty body in the gym.

—I would've loved to take it off with my teeth, with you lying on bed the same way you were on that pic.

I gulp hard, seeing that devilish smile one last time before he steps back and goes back to walk around the gallery as if he hasn't said something to set my whole body on fire. Every time I think I might have the upper hand on what we have going on, he comes back to remind me that I don't.

And if I thought he'd be easier on me, he keeps his eye on me during the rest of the exposition, never letting me forget his presence whenever I talk to one of the customers, or even Jin. God, I think his gaze gets more powerful whenever he's around me, and it annoys me because I'm trying to be professional.

And that doesn't change when we decide to go for a few drinks after, to celebrate I was able to sell two drawings on my first night, and made a few customers interested in other artworks. His gaze follows each one of my moves, whenever I drink, whenever I talk to Tammy, whenever I head to the bartender, or when I dare myself to dance with a cute guy that's been eyeing me while I was ordering my drink. His gaze is more intense as the minutes go by, as the hands of this boy go lower on my exposed back. But he doesn't look away, he doesn't move an inch when I look at him with a look full of bad intentions, Jungkook just clenches his jaw and waits. He just waits because he knows he's the one I'll go back home with.

This isn't over though.

When we all leave, and Soo basically forces Jungkook to take me home, I know this will be the night he finally gives in.

Intoxicated by his scent on the jacket he was wearing - that now he gave me so he could drive comfortably, and encouraged by his warmth, I move my hand over his torso, down his stomach, until I reach the beginning of his pants. All the teasing that has been going on these two weeks, all the revealing pics, the high voltage texts, the jealous looks... All has been leading to this.

I know he's hating every moment of our deal right now, I know he's dying to eat back his words when he said he wanted me to see and try to fuck with other guys. I saw it on his fast replies to my underwear pics, when he thought I was wearing them to go on a date. I saw it on the faces he made while I was dancing with other guys tonight. It's all over his voice when he speaks to me ever since he came up with that stupid rule.

The warmth of his body behind me, while his hands were taking full control of mine on the handlebar after the doctor took off the stitches in my hand a few days ago, woke up something inside of me. I've touched myself almost every single night, just with the reminiscence of the look in his eyes while he was handling my movements. Those days he kept taking me to work, and picking me up from the bar. I can't take it anymore.

—If you keep doing that, I won't be responsible for the consequences —he whispers, turning his head slightly to me on a red light.

—What consequences? —I don't stop moving my hand up and down his thigh, getting as near as I can to his crotch, but never as much as being able to touch it.

—I'll stop anywhere and fuck you raw. Like you've been looking for all night.

Those words, his raspy voice and the way his dark eyes are looking at me over his shoulder make me move my hips down, pressing the seat against the throbbing button. But I'm too into it right now to stop, so I move my hand up his leg, pressing my palm on the forming bulge in his pants, while my tongue licks one of his silver earrings hanging on his earlobe.

—What's stopping you?

It's like those words have activated something in him, something he wasn't planning on doing.

Jungkook licks the inside of his cheek, just to end with a sided smile when it gets to his lip. As soon as the red light turns green, he speeds up and looks for the right place until he finds a blind alley.

With a quick move of his feet, he places the stand and waits for me to hop off the motorbike. Jungkook doesn't move from his place, he just slides his body a bit backwards on the seat and pulls me closer to him with his hand.

The kiss is sloppy from the beginning, with our tongues messing with one another as we almost try to eat each other alive. It's so different from any other time we've kissed, it's needy and demanding. Everything we've been holding down these weeks is finally exploding, both of us are finally giving it to what we've been teasing all this time.

Jungkook helps me to hop on the motorbike again, this time straddling his legs without breaking the kiss. He wastes no time, sliding my panties aside, so he can directly slide two of his fingers through my slit, repeating that same movement a few times until I throw myself to his belt, desperate to take it off and unzip his pants.

I'm so into the kiss and what's to come that I'm not even aware of when he got a condom out of his wallet. But I moan when he lifts my body, cupping my ass cheeks in his hands, and fills me slowly, letting me get used to him inch by inch for the first time in weeks.

We moan into each other's mouths when he's fully inside. Electricity runs through my veins at the sensation of finally being connected to him like this after so long. His hands on my ass and thighs try to encourage me to move, but I stay in the same position. Moving my hips in circles, I lick his jar, from his chin to his earlobe, getting that so awaited groan.

—What do you want?

—Cocktease... —he chuckles nervously— Don't try to make me beg, because I want to fuck you stupid the same way you want my cock buried deep down your cunt.

My pussy clenching unconsciously around him after his words just make him smirk. No words were needed, because my own body has betrayed me to let him know he's right. I'm so down for this, I'd probably have a meltdown if something interrupted us right now.

I kiss him again, sticking my tongue in his mouth to shut the gasps and moans that come from every move I make as he fills me up. His teeth catch my lower lip, pulling from it while his eyes fix on mine with hunger. I swear he could make me cum just by looking at me that way.

I try my best to move my hips to take all of his, under the direction of his hands on my skin, digging on my flesh as if he were trying to control himself from going rougher. But we both fall back to reality when my moves come up more clumsy and arrhythmic than expected, we both remember this is my second time doing something like this. It doesn't matter how bad I try, I'm sure I'm killing the vibe right now.

—Babe —he stops my moves.

I slowly stop jumping on him, afraid of him saying the wait wasn't worth it, scared of him realizing he could be doing way better than this.

—You're doing great, but I really need to fuck your brains out right now —he kisses my chin—. Turn around.

I look at him confused, but that smile he throws at me makes me move. I'm scared to stumble with my heels when I'm going to set my feet on the ground, but Jungkook holds my arm all the time so I don't lose my balance. Although it doesn't take me long to sit back on the motorbike, this time as if I were the one driving it. He moves my body carefully, setting my belly over the gas tank, lifting my hips slightly from the leather seat. It's so weird, and maybe I feel too exposed, but the way he lifts my dress and jacket over my ass, slides my panties to the sides the most he can so he's able to rub his tip against my entrance, is making me go crazy right now.

He slides in slowly, inch by inch, but it's the only time he goes slow from now on. Once his pelvis reaches my ass cheeks and his balls rest against my open folds, he starts moving faster. Jungkook thrusts into me, in and out, in a drilling way that makes me go insane and eager for more, if that's even possible. The motorbike under us moves constantly. I'm afraid it might fall at some point.

—Nobody else will fuck you like this, baby. I'm the only one that can make you feel this good —he groans.

He still tries to place my body properly, by cupping my hips in his hands and lowering them. And I know he's sure of what he's doing, because with the next thrust my clit rubs directly against the leather, and it does over and over again, with each thrust. Few minutes later, I'm close to being a moaning mess, and I would be if Jungkook hadn't covered my mouth with his hand.

—You know I love your moans, but save them for later —he warns with his shaky voice.

His cock twitches deep inside, forcing him to fall over my back and bite on my shoulder to keep himself from moaning.

He leaves me hanging near the edge right when I need him the most, and I start to think he might leave me hanging there as a revenge for everything that's been happening these two weeks, when he pulls out.

But of course he doesn't.

Jungkook sits back in his place, dragging my body with him so I'm sitting still. With one hand still on my mouth, his other hand rubs circles on my clit. Just a few more delicate traces, and I'm totally done in his arms, shutting my whimpers with his palm.

He finally frees my mouth, but two of his fingers grab my chin to turn my face to him while I'm still recovering from my high.

—You think I'm done with you? —he asks, his fast breathing making his words sound shaky still— No, this was just the starter so you stop teasing me while I drive. I think you've had enough fun these two weeks. It's my turn.

The hand on my chin falls on my thigh, clapping it while he licks the same fingers that made me explode in a matter of seconds. And just after that, he kisses me deep, letting me taste myself in his mouth while he places my underwear properly, just to do the same thing with his own clothes right after.

He pulls me in for a long kiss once we enter the lift, grabbing me by the nape to get my body to be all over his. When Jungkook wraps his arms around me, I'm almost convinced I could stay like this forever. Well, at least until the ring in the lift sounds.

I see myself in the reflection of the mirror when we separate, and he holds my hand to walk out with me, just to see a reddish march on my shoulder.

—You, asshole, look at what you did.

—Should I kiss it better? —he raises his eyebrows, looking at me fast before he opens the door to his house.

I take off my shoes and his jacket as we enter his place, trying to get more comfortable while he heads to the kitchen and asks me what I want to drink.

—You.

And just as fast as that word leaves my mouth, and I see his head peeking over the door, I realize it sounded better in my head.

—Me? You want to drink me? —he starts walking in my direction.

—I was trying to sound flirty.

I see him chuckling, looking at me with sparkly eyes, just to lift my body and sitting me over the backrest right after. His soft and gentle hands go over my calves, going up to my thighs, lifting the thin fabric of my dress with no effort.

—You don't need to be flirty with me —he whispers on my lips—. You already got me wrapped around your finger.

Jungkook gets rid of my dress, throwing it over my shoulder on the couch, just to have both of his hands back on my thighs, just to start a trip over my body. He smirks when he gets to my black lace thong.

I did end up wearing the set of lingerie I sent him earlier this afternoon, at least half of it, although he wasn't able to appreciate it because we were in a rush just a few minutes ago. And now that he's able to see it on me directly, he looks at me with black tinted eyes, I can almost read everything that's going through his mind right now.

His hands keep moving up over my torso, his fingers setting a burning trail in between my tits until he gets to my jaw. They wrap around my skin carefully, holding my face before he kisses me the softest way he's ever done. I trace his lip with the tip of my tongue, only because I wanted to lick that lip ring that makes me go insane. He chuckles in my mouth, breaking the kiss just to move his over my cheek and jaw.

—You have no idea the pull you have on me —Jungkook keeps moving lower on me, following the trail of the caresses from minutes ago—. I've gone crazy these last two weeks.

I stop breathing when he starts kneeling in front of me, stopping his mouth on my thong. As if I were reading his mind, I lift my hips, supporting my weight on both hands resting on the backrest. And I'm unable to deal with the feeling that goes through my body, from head to toe, when his teeth bite on my mound, just right over where my slit starts, to pull the fabric down. But of course he isn't done with pushing me over the edge. When he finally gets rid of the only clothing I had left, he goes up again, setting a trail of kisses from my ankle, up to my leg and inner thigh, always keeping eye contact with me.

My pussy clenches around nothing when he places both of my legs on his shoulders, and bends over just to give a teasing lick on my clit. It's crazy how he's setting my whole body on fire just with that, just with the feeling of his tongue gently digging through my folds while his gaze burns my skin.

He doesn't stay down there long enough though. His lips move up my torso again, while his hand cups my pussy instead. His palm rubs my clit, while two of his fingers tease my entrance, and his tongue circles one of my nipples -just to do the right same thing with the other.

—What do you want? —he asks, when he returns to my lips.

My eyelids feel heavy and that hard gaze coming from him is making me go insane. I want him, all of him. Absolutely everything Jungkook wants to give me right now.

—Fuck me —I trace his tattoos with the tips of my fingers—. Make me regret these two weeks.

Not like I'd really regret them, because i'd do it a thousand times just to have us like this again.

Jungkook just smirks. Of course he already had that in mind. He takes a condom from his wallet, and holds it in between his teeth while he takes his black t-shirt off. Eager to rush this as much as possible, I take his belt off and unzip his pants, making him spring free. He wastes no time wrapping the condom around him.

He slides inside with just one move, head resting on mine while his hands keep me in place. He pulls back slowly, letting me feel him inch by inch, until only his tip is inside. His dick fills me completely with a hard thrust that makes me hold onto his upper arms, while my clit throbs at the mere sound of our bodies clapping.

—Keep your eyes on me —he commands, as he starts a faster pace on my pussy.

—Kook —I moan, as he moves my body so his tip can rub over one spot that totally breaks me.

—Look at you right now —he breathes heavily—. Such a fucking mess for me.

My whole body moves because of the roughness of his thrusts, my mind is going wild and my body has escaped my own control. I don't even know at this point, because I can only see his eyes, my mind is filled with him.

He knows by the way I'm moaning right now that I'm just a dirty word away from jumping off a cliff. And he wants to see me jumping from the edge, he wants it as much as I do. That's why he rubs my clit in circles, in sync with his thrusts.

I know looking down was the worst decision I could ever take, because the combination of his cock coated with my juices and his fingers playing with me make me go insane.

—Uh-huh, see how good this pussy is taking me.

I cup his face in my hands, looking at him deep in the eyes when I get that familiar feeling before everything ends, running over me to leave nothing else. My nails dig on the skin of his neck and shoulders, letting myself go with a moan that I'm surprised it has come out from me.

Jungkook isn't done though. His dick still deep inside me, and that dark look just tell me there's much to come yet.

He lifts me in the air, my legs wrapped around his waist, after he got rid of his pants that were still around his ankles. Something changes in the way he looks at me, as he sets me on his bed carefully, just to join me right after. His touch, the kiss... everything feels different. He's gone from rough to passionate in a matter of seconds.

He fucks me slowly, taking his time to enjoy every single stroke, every kiss, every look.

—I can't stand thinking of others seeing you like this —he admits, breaking the kiss—. I want to be the only one making you go crazy with my hands, my mouth, my cock. I don't care —he bites my chin—. But I want to be the only one.

The tickles in my belly, combined with the pleasure, is a way better combination that something else I could've ever tried. And how he holds me, our hands intertwined at both sides of my head... He's the only person I could ever think of doing this with.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #Under Your Skin #armpirate

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 10 months

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Can I get, if your request are open, The Party x male reader

But the group are all ghostface?? So I think Max and Lucas would be the callers, Will, Mike, and Eleven would be the main killers, and Dustin would be the the one to tournament the victims.

And they all see reader as someone who needs to be sheltered and protected even though he’s perfectly able to handle himself?? — sorry if it’s too specific or anything. Thanks!

YES! i love this! and no problem. thank you for requesting:)

Sheltered

pairing: ghostface!stranger things kids x male!reader

summary: your friends, or so called lovers, think you need to be sheltered when you can handle yourself just fine.

warnings: yandere(?), murder, gore, blood, knife violence, the party is delusional lol, possessiveness, toxicity, etc…

There had been a total of four murders so far. And who was the prime suspect? Eddie Munson. You didn’t know why. Because you had met him before and not at all the kind of guy who would kill.

Your friends had been off lately. They were even more protective than ever. Yes, they were all naturally protective. But more specifically your friends your age.

You had a platonic relationship with the older members as it should be, nothing more than that. But they were protective. Though your friends that were your age were a bit more protective. No, extremely protective. It was always off to you.

“No, Y/N, This isn’t safe, you shouldn’t come with, Mike said. He was lying to you about where they were going. Truth was, the killings were happening because of them.

“Oh my god, wherever you’re going is probably not safe for you either then, You groaned.”I can handle myself, Mike. Just, let me come with.”

“Mike is right, Will pipes in."Your can't come.“ Most of your friends leave, leaving you dumbfounded, but more so annoyed.

You honestly didn’t give a fuck. You’d find out where they went. And you’d join them. In whatever, unless of course it was murder or something like that.

That would be an ironic statement later.

You snuck out that night. Your Mother and Fatjer were tired so they didn’t hear you go through your window and jump down. You hear their voices and decide you could follow them. Somehow, and subtly.

You get on your bike quickly, hoping you’d be fast enough and not too late. That’s when you saw it. “Y/N is ours! Ghostface said, voice covered by a voice changer. They were stabbing the victim a few times, and harshly as far as you could see.

Though, you could recognize it from a mile away. Mike. You wanted to move or at the very least, run. But you were frozen with shock. The victim was someone who flirted with you. A girl, actually.

They were willing to do that for you? You accidentally stepped on a branch, making them turn in your direction.

There were only two of them, strangely enough. Eleven groans, taking the mask off.”Curiosity got the best of you, didn’t it?”

You slowly nod, their costumes drenched in blood. The girl was Angela. You knew her, Eleven did, as well. Making you think she was primarily the one killing Angela.

“We needed to protect you! Mike said.”Come on out.” The others come out. It indicated that they were the one making phone calls. You were naturally phased. You weren’t crazy like they were.

Only, you laughed.”I told her off so many times. She didn’t deserve to die, you know. Well, actually… she wasn’t nice. But I can Handle myself, I’ve said this a million times haven’t I?”

“But is it the truth? Lucas asks. The party came closer to you, you didn’t really know what to say. Despite the fact you could hold your own ground, a bit of protection didn’t hurt. Though, this was a bit too far.

Up until now, you weren’t aware of what they were secretly doing the past few days. “You’re not going to witness this anymore, Eleven said.”In fact… you need more.”

You blinked before realizing Eleven, using her powers, had knocked you out. And when you woke up, she was right. You were even more sheltered than ever now.

#ghostface!stranger things #au #male!reader #stranger things x male reader #lgbtq

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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Promises Made, Promises Kept

Summary: Soldier Boy knows she's coming for him one day.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: The Boys level violence (look at the gif 😬) descriptions of torture, brief mentions of drug use and sex, nothing explicit.

Pairings: None.

Word Count: 683

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what. They won’t always be in order. This fic will be for the prompt: Use the title: Promises Made, Promises Kept.

A/N 2: So, in this fic, I've made Soldier Boy a fairly sympathetic character. I've already seen the odd salty comment pop up saying that Soldier Boy is a terrible character and we should stop seeing him as sympathetic. But I would argue that as of right now, the show has made him sympathetic too.

Now, of course that might change. There's a very real chance within the world of The Boys I will end up hating Soldier Boy. But the last episode made me feel very bad for him, as I can't stand the thought of ANYONE going through 30 plus years of torture. I can honestly say, no one deserves that. Not Homelander, not Stormfront, not Soldier Boy. Kill them to stop them hurting innocents? Of course, go for it. But torture, especially that incredibly brutal, extended torture is beyond horrifying to me and imo, should never be used!

This long ass ramble is just to say, please don't come at me if you already hate Soldier Boy; just know that this fic takes a sympathetic look at the character, so don't read it if you don't like that idea.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

Both beautiful text dividers, both below and at the bottom, were created by @firefly-graphicsphics .

For a long time he tried to keep count of the days. They would often say the date when they started filming. So, he knew when he’d been there a month, six months, a year.

But after five years he’d stopped counting. What did it matter? But the hope was still there, still hidden behind the unceasing pain – the hope that someone would come.

No, not someone. Her.

His Countess.

Sometimes, though not often enough, his mind blacked out from the pain. When that would happen, he’d inevitably be back in New York, laying beside her, her red hair splayed out on the white pillow after an incredible round of fucking, fuelled by the coke that was smeared across the mirror on the bedside table.

That’s when they would lay there, both of them knowing that they ruled the world, both of them knowing they were the envy of the entire planet, both of them knowing they were unstoppable.

Both of them blissed out on pheromones and smooth white powder.

“You and me, Ben.” She would say as she climbed on top of him and splayed her hands against his broad chest. “No one between us. No one to stop us.” Then she would dig her nails into his shoulders, making him grunt with pleasure. Which generally led to him flipping her onto her back and plowing into her until they broke the bed. Or a wall.

Inevitably, though, he would be yanked back from that past paradise with a searing pain in his side as they sliced into him with chainsaws and axes.

He’d endured the experiments for more than two decades, the day that he finally heard her crashing through the compound. There was no doubt in his mind that it was her, maybe some of the rest of the team too. But definitely her.

It was what he’d waited for for so long. He could feel her presence, he knew she was here at last. And sure enough the doors of the examination room were blasted open with a giant ball of red light, the scientists who had tortured him for twenty long years were exploded into chunks of nothing.

And then she was there, her face hovering above him. Her soft grey eyes were outlined by her red mask; her smile wide and teary as she pulled him free of the restraints.

“You came.” He said, sitting up, wincing from the lingering pain in his body. He cupped her cheek in one hand. “I knew you would come.”

She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, before wrapping her arms around him. He buried his face in her neck. But instead of the sweet smell she usually wore, he could smell only the acrid stench of burning flesh. As she pulled back from him, he could see that she was laughing at him now. The red light that shot from her palms was burning into his neck and he began to scream.

He woke screaming, the pain of the scientists torch carving burnt tracks into his skin. As soon as one side of his throat was nothing but peeled, burnt flesh, they moved to the other side. And as fast as they could burn him, his powers healed him, giving them new skin to scorch.

As the Russians pulled the torch away from him, one of the doctors pointed at him, and chuckled at the tear that trickled down his temple. “Look, the Super Soldier little boy, he is crying.”

The man holding the camera laughed along, before he stopped recording and they both agreed to leave the broken hero there while they went to eat.

Before they went, they shot a powerful sedative into his veins, so he would sleep the whole time they were gone, and he silently thanked them for the oblivion. As his eyes closed, and he sank into the darkness again, he could swear he heard her, breaking her way into the compound to save him.

He knew she would come. They were a team.

And they’d promised each other, after all.

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I've been meaning to ramble about this for a while oops but me and one of my partners worked on an rvb au based on this art We don't exactly have an official name for it- we've called it rvb ai swap au and rvb freelancer fix-it since a lot of the freelancer's ai's were swapped around and we added a lot more ai's and freelancers and it kinda fixed somethings? But also fucked up some other stuff so ya know

But the ai swap that started this entire au was North and South getting Eta and Iota. North got Eta since Eta's associated emotion was fear, so that just ended up with North taking on even more of a caretaker kinda role for Eta. South got Iota who's associated emotion is happiness. The Director saw how well North and South worked together and when Eta and Iota formed together, he wanted to see if giving them to the twins would help North and South work even better together than they already were. And it honestly does kinda work, North takes care of Eta so some of his anxiety and worry about South has an outlet, and Iota helps South have more fun.

But where does Theta go if they don't end up with North? In this au North gives up Theta to Maine instead of Carolina giving up Sigma and I love Theta and Maine being paired up so much you have no idea. Theta helps Maine with communication and Theta figures out a way for some of the Freelancers to learn sign language so Maine can talk to people more directly. Maine also gets protective of Theta after a while which helps Theta a lot when they get scared at night. Maine doesn't have as many headaches from Theta as he did from Sigma either.

Wash still gets Epsilon, but the Director and Counselor figured that implanting an AI who's associated trait is literally memory directly could end up with Wash knowing more about the program than he should- so they did something closer to when Epsilon/Church was in that mongoose I think it was? He's in Wash's armor, can project and all that, can still access the armor, but can't access in Wash's head. It makes the 2 of them communicating a lot harder, but it also means that Epsilon being implanted doesn't fuck up Wash's head so-

One of the non-canon Freelancers that I've been working on for this au is Maryland. She's easily distracted a bit of a major klutz, and can get pretty social anxious, but she's one of PF's best snipers. She gets paired with Kappa who helps her with focus. Honestly helps with focus a little too much. Kappa doesn't see the point in doing anything that doesn't have to do with Project Freelancer, but Maryland still likes to relax when she gets the chance. They but heads a lot when it comes to when to work and when to relax, but they still work pretty well together. Maryland's armor upgrade is a rations pack, it holds everything from water to ration bars to fluids that can be injected through an IV if needed.

Now I know Temple isn't exactly a Freelancer and he hates them but- Temple is supposed to be Church's counter part, right? So why not make Temple an AI. Temple was originally an AI named Tau, he's the Alpha's want for revenge. The Director and Counselor figured that having an AI around who just wanted revenge on them would be a bad idea, so they shipped him off to a sim trooper canyon and made up this fake backstory for him that his name was actually Mark Temple and he had signed up for Blue Team, and did the best they could to make sure that Tau didn't remember Project Freelancer. But if Temple was really an AI then what about Biff? Biff was actually a Freelancer sent there to watch Temple like what Florida was originally supposed to be for Church. Biff didn't really know a ton about the "memories" Temple had, but Biff had to go along with them anyways. The Director and the Counselor decided they liked how the experiment with Tau/Temple went, so they ended up trying the same thing with the Alpha when the time came

We have a lot more than this- the google doc we made for the AU is like 60 pages? But this is just some of the main characters I've worked on

#rvb #rvb au #rvb ai swap au #rvb freelancers #powdery rambles #powdery writing #powder talks

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manygalaxiesinone · 9 months

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What Digimon Partners would Persona Characters have?

((Hee ho dood, Prinnyfrost reporting for duty! Happy Digimon Day everyone! Gonna be honest with you, I just found out about an hour ago that it's Digimon Day thanks to a Google notification, but that doesn't mean I can't celebrate by pulling something out of my butt. And fortunately, I have 2 ideas of how to go about it. One of which is that I'm going to continue playing Digimon World 1 and see how much further I can get. I doubt I'll be able to beat it today, but who knows. But before I do, let's give out some more Digimon to characters from another franchise. This one being the Persona series.

Honestly, considering how similar the Cyber Sleuth games are to the modern Persona games and the fact that people who worked for Shin Megami Tensei are helping with the more recent Digimon games, part of me feels that I probably should have done this first instead of Disgaea. Honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if someone would argue that Persona should have a crossover with Digimon more than any other franchise aside from Jojo's Bizzare adventure, yeah even more than Pokemon and Kingdom Hearts. That being said, I am going over characters I feel like would be a good match up across the series instead of sticking to one title at a time. I am going to try to keep repeated digivolution lines to a minimum as usual. And of course if you agree/disagree with me or just have ideas for pairs of your own, feel free to let me know. Now with that out of the way, let's begin.

I think one of the pairs that a lot of fans would agree with is Joker from Persona 5 getting an Impmon with the ability to warp Digivolve into Beelzemon at some point then get Blast Mode later on. It just fits considering how rebellious they are and they're gunslingers. Also, I can't be the only one thinking about these two challenging Makoto to a motorcycle race. It's also interesting to note that Beelzemon represents one of the Seven Deadly Sins, though granted I think he and Leviamon should switch the sins they represent.

2. Sticking with Persona 5, we have Futaba Sakura and call me crazy, but I'm giving her a wormmon. Those who are only familiar with the Adventure 2 anime might be questioning my decision, but anyone who finished Cyber Sleuth: Hacker's Memory might have figured out what I'm going for here. Yeah, they're getting the Hudiemon line. I can already imagine Wormmon actually being the last gift Futaba got from her mother and Hudiemon being like some temporary fusion between the two when their bond becomes strong enough, almost like spirit evolution in a way.

3. Now we dive into the original Persona with it's main character, Naoya Toudou. Now the interesting part about Naoya is that you can give him pretty much any Digimon and it'll work because in my opinion, out of all the main characters in the series, Naoya is the most representative of the player considering he doesn't really have a set personality outside of the manga (Tatsuya is a bad boy that's nice when you get to know him, Minato is emo who's good natured, but rarely smiles, Hamuko is the opposite as she's rarely seen without a smile, Yu is a playboy who knows when to get serious, and Akira usually quiet, but confident and likes to play around) and the events of what he does post game is purely determined by whatever the player decides, which is further helped by the fact that in Persona 2, he ends up leaving his friends to do who knows what and doesn't come back to them until the end of the game for a reunion. What we DO know about him thanks to his shadow is that he's a gamer, so I'm giving him a toy agumon to start with, but the digivolution line can go in any direction.

4. Jumping from Persona 1 to 3 is one of my favorite characters, Yukari Takeba. And yeah, I'm giving her a Biyomon. She is kind of similar to Sora in a way given her sass and I can totally see Biyomon trying to help Yukari relax every time she's annoyed, especially if it's Junpei related, but what really helps is the fact that she's a wind user. I am going to give them the main line but with 2 changes. Instead of Birdramon and Phoenixmon as the champion and mega forms, I'm giving them Aquilamon and AncientKazemon to stick with the wind theme.

5. I feel like Elecmon would be a decent fit for Kanji Tatsumi. Not only are the both electric users, but given how Elecmon are known for looking after the Digi-eggs in the Digital World, you could argue that Elecmon would try to encourage Kanji to not be afraid of showing off his more compassionate and creative side. It's okay to break bones if you have to but remember that it doesn't solve every issue. Instead of the main line, I'll have Thundermon the champion stage, Sinduramon the ultimate stage, and Boltmon the mega.

6. I want to make sure I cover at least one character of each of the games before I end things off, so let's step back to Persona 2 for everyone's favorite "Big Sis" Maya Amano. Now it has been a while since I played, but I recall Maya being rather energetic considering her position as a reporter for a magazine and using such catchphrases as "think positive" and "grab your asses and run". This along with her main persona being an ice type makes me a bit confidant to give her Jellymon with its main Digivolution line as Jellymon prefer peace but won't hesitate to scrap the moment it senses danger and does what it can to protect the innocent. Not only that, but its mega form, Amphimon, has the ability to banish evil Digimon to the Net Ocean, kind of like how Maya's Omni Dimension is an instant kill move in the game. That being said, I can hear arguments for Lunamon as well as Tatsuya getting Coronamon because duh, sun and moon.

7. I don't think I need to explain why Yusuke would be getting a Renamon. Considering Yusuke's patience, passion for art, and him literally having the codename: fox, Renamon and its main Digivolution line is downright perfect for Yusuke. This includes Sakuyamon's Maiden Mode as it could remind Yusuke of his dearly departed mother. What I would give to see Yusuke and Taomon spend a day off simply drawing each other.

8. Might as well give a Digimon to at least one of the members of the Velvet Room. Honestly, I was not expecting Marie to be my first pick to mention here, but when I looked up Morphomon and its main evolution line, I felt these two would go well together. Morphomon is a carefree Digimon that enjoys nature and often touches anyone and anything new to determine whether or not they're safe to be around. Marie would definitely relate to that given how often she complains about being cooped up in the Velvet Room without much to do and how much she enjoys exploring Inaba with Yu. As for its main digivolution lines, which is just different stages of Eosmon, it's an artificially created Digimon that becomes more and more unstable overtime and has the power to create illusions via mirrors, which fits in pretty well with the theme of Persona 4 since you do end up fighting Marie in the game at some point (as long as requirements are met).

9. Considering that today is Digimon Day, it probably wouldn't sit right with me if I didn't give Agumon with his main digivolution line to at least one character before I end the post and I want it to be someone from the first Persona title as well. I already paired Naoya with Toy Agumon so I guess the best bet would be Masao Inaba. This is mainly due to Mark having the chariot arcana, which represents one's courage and the fact that he butt heads often with Kei Nanjo who I can see having a Gabumon.

10. On the other hand, I can totally see Junpei Iori chillin' with a Veemon. It's pretty much the same reasons as to why I gave a Veemon to Jaden from Yugioh in one of my previous posts, but unlike Jaden, I see Junpei just sticking with the Veedramon line because of how much he wants to become the "hero of the story". I can hear arguments for the Ex-Veemon line though, especially if we give the Stingmon line to Chidori.

And that should cover it at least for now. I might do a part 2 later on. Let me know if you wish to see that. Thanks for reading and let me know your thoughts.))

#digimon #digimon day #shin megami tensei #persona #persona 2 #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona 5

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layzeal · 10 months

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i think your plea to keep 'shit' out of the main tag is worthwhile, but i don't think most people will understand what it means. to each person, the unacceptable looks slightly different. something that you consider to be drama-causing and shit-stirring to another person, esp a younger person, it isn't, or might even be the opposite. esp when it comes to generational and interpretation differences in language and perceived tone. then it's a big game of 'but what'd i do? i didn't mean it' because people really do stir shit about the most banal things, how could the poster have known they would meet the Number One Discourse Creator on their simple non-confrontational post? or it could be a different game of 'so what, there's no rules against starting a controversial conversation' and they're also right. we can't honestly dictate who does what in the main tag - so long as it's on topic, who actually has the authority to decide what's 'shit' and what's worthy of being seen? you don't have to respond to this btw, i just felt hopelessness at your post. if only!

you know, you're right!! i agree with you! i've just now realized my post would likely make people with like, anxiety disorders or ocd very hesitant to post in the main tag. my intention isn't at all to police what should or shouldn't go there, but for people to think twice before posting something like "ugh x character/ship is so bad and annoying 🙄 here's my bad faith interpretation of why anyone would ever like them and if you do you're ugly and stupid" or "x character/ship is actually the only good thing in this and anyone with anyone bad to say about them is an idiot who never learned how to read" which is a very specific type of discourse bait that, while perfectly fine to post in their own blog, putting it in the main tag for everyone to see? it'll just drive people away from it

but ofc not every post that feels uncharitable or too charitable for a character/pairing is going to be discourse bait, this is fandom and everyone should share their opinion, and posting in the main tag means finding more people that you can talk to about that! it's nuanced and ofc what i consider discourse bait isn't going to be the same another person does, and it's just something we'll have to learn to live with

but that's just all i'm asking for. a little bit more care and consideration, not even for my sake (i don't check the tag that much anyway and cab just block people), but for the sake of the new people arriving who will struggle to get notes on their art and writing if interested parties will have to scroll through rage-baiting hot takes every 5 posts you know?

#in a good surprise i checked the tag and found it has very little discourse bait rn so that's good!#but yeah you're right anon!! it does depend on the person #but generally there is a very specific type of sentiment you can find on posts that are just genuinely sharing their opinion #vs trying to start shit to hashtag destroy the stans/antis #it just gets old very fast #long post

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Eyyy there! I've been playing Monster Prom recently and got the EEL ending. It seemed pretty interesting to me that Aaravi, of all characters, didn't show up to Miranda's funeral(or at least, there's no Polaroid showing it.) Since you ship the two, d'you have any idea as to why that's the case?(should this have been a deliberate choice)

honestly in the main game i just assumed that like. aaravi and miranda were never that close? while i do mention the fact that aaravi and miranda have never interacted in canon as another fun little selling point for my ship (because i like untapped potential and also rare f/f pairs that no one else is thinking of), its also still like. a decently important thing to understand in terms of where both of them are at in canon and why this ship is just me clutching onto a piece of driftwood.

like i honestly just assumed that aaravi heard that miranda got killed in a coup, went "huh. well that's what she had coming for being a fucking royal" and continued about her day.

and honestly from the outset i dont think aaravi would like miranda very much? this is a feature of my ship as well, of them gradually starting to understand each other more and having their affections slowly form as they realize they have more in common than they thought - but i REALLY can't imagine any case where the two of them start out thinking super fondly of each other.

aaravi hates authority and hates people telling her what to do and is prickly and aggressive even to the people who stand a much better chance of her liking them, and miranda's a blueblood with strict limitations on who she even deems to be a person and a notorious habit of treating poorly anyone who doesn't immediately recognize her as a Superior. there's no way getting around the fact that these two, on just the face of it, would immediately have problems with each other, and while that's why i like this ship, it's also something that can't come out of nowhere and would probably be super out of character for aaravi to do.

similarly, if they were actually starting to get to know each other in some meaningful way that would make aaravi potentially upset at miranda getting assassinated - aaravi's a tsundere. she HATES for other people to see her in moments of weakness, she has a high barrier of trust that needs to be earned before she'll feel even Moderately Okay crying around someone else, and funerals are like. prime location for a lot of other people seeing you at a low point. especially because miranda's a royal and this is a royal funeral we're talking about. if aaravi needed to process that death, then she'd likely be doing it alone, and that's if she doesn't just decide to repress everything and entirely ignore her emotions in some maladaptive way of coping with them.

even moreso because i kind of see miranda and aaravi as two sides to the same coin, if this makes sense? and in a sense, miranda's constant fear of assassinations and betrayals and coups is VERY similar to aaravi's paranoia around monsters and fear that she can never trust them because they'll always betray her and always want to hurt her in the end. both of these were even encouraged by both of their families, with miranda's family obviously sowing distrust for commonfolk and with aaravi's mom training her to be a slayer going tenfold after her dad left them.

if miranda can get killed out of nowhere from someone that she trusted, and she's shared this fear with aaravi and related to her with it, then aaravi is all too aware that that's not a far cry from her own situation, and it's even a validation of her own fears. someone else she trusted could do the exact same thing to her, planning to kill her and executing such a plan after going through so much effort to ensure that aaravi let them in. if miranda's death is fresh in her mind, then why would she go to a funeral full of nothing but monsters? especially if they might see her cry or get emotional, and right when someone else she knew had her emotions manipulated in the same way because she was vulnerable. not only might aaravi be mourning, but she might have a flareup of her own trust issues and paranoia and trauma, and she might not be in the kind of state where she can go to that kind of event.

it also gets all the more complicated once we consider aaravi's relationship to death. killing monsters is one thing, but she's also seen her mom slowly die, and at that point in monster prom, i believe she still thinks that her brother is dead. funerals could be especially loaded for aaravi, and its very likely that she hates going to them from experience, and could have intentionally passed it up, especially if she just thinks miranda's going to be dead anyways, and no amount of sitting around at a funeral with a bunch of other people is going to bring her back or make them even care. it might not even be about miranda herself, and moreso just that aaravi's relationship to death is already complicated as-is.

but yeah. most of this is just speculation on my part and because i'm out here propping up miravi as a ship, but my opinions on why they didnt do it in-game is just that miranda and aaravi have never interacted and thus aaravi wouldn't care enough to go.

#all the care guide says is 'biomass'#asks #anon #i. am very sorry if this isnt the answer youre looking for-#funnily in my own lore with the merkingdom and miravi and everything #aaravi still wouldnt go to miranda's funeral but for a WILDLY different reason #namely: taking vengeance out on the vanderbilts themselves #but im not spoiling my own lore here because that wouldnt be fun-#Monster Prom #Miranda Vanderbilt #Aaravi Mishra #miravi.txt

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