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goodday-goodmorn · 5 months

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Back on this account: Prefacing this that this work was wrote in like a day and like most of my things- i was too lazy to edit lol. The concept form todays work was injected into my brain by good old @auspicioustidings, check em out- they got some cool concepts and fics. (Particularly Firewatch- chefs kiss to that series), lots of soft, dark, kidnap-y, COD content 👍

Without further ado i present my impulsive thoughts on a page:

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“Committed to the Bit.”

words: 4.7k

Summary: You’re at an utterly boring halloween party, about to leave when some scottish man dressed as a solider comes slinking into the bathroom and really goes ham with his whole ‘This place is dangerous, you aren’t supposed to be here- we gotta get you to safety’ act. Weird pick-up line approach but hey it fucking works. He’s just charming enough for you to play along with his bit. Because it is just a bit… right?

This party was kinda dull. Which really was a shame considering how high your expectations were. From what your friend said- it was supposed to be an immersive experience. The hosts were apparently old collage buddies with your friend who were halloween fanatics.

You friend has absolutely hyped them up, talking all about how when they threw parties they got into them and would always play up whatever dynamic they were going for with their costumes. Even to a level of mild public humiliation.

She once recounted the story of how one year, when dressed as a pair of vampires, they full on acted as though they were melting when someone brought a side of garlic breadsticks with the pizza. Fully committed to the bit it seems.

Because of the hosts being so dedicated to their act, of course it wasn’t uncommon for guests to act in a similar manner. Even those who didn’t have a running gag for the night were overall relaxed and had a good time being apart of the fun. It was a non-judgmental zone, filled with pretty decor and open people.

So of course, after hearing all about the welcoming and fucking amazing vibes of these parties- you had agreed to meet up with your friend at one.

Normally, you weren’t really one for parties, especially halloween ones because it was typically full of judgey, horny, strangers who would consider you weird- and you’d have to small talk and the songs almost always sucked because of course they couldn’t play actual halloween songs even if it killed them.

But after many reassurances from your friend, including videos and photos she had graciously provided you- you went to one.

To say you were disappointed was an understatement.

The costumes were amazing- high quality and expensive, hell the place was fucking stunning, all decked out in halloween gear and dark lighting. Even the building itself seemed perfect for this sort of thing- winding corridors, random locked rooms, ominous men in suits. Oh and don’t get you started on the snack table, shit was heavenly even if you were the only one touching it. The aesthetics of the party were great, But…

The vibes were way off. There was no rambunctious fun laughter and people grooving on the dance floor. Everyone seemed oddly reserved. Committed to their bits for sure, but well… there wasn’t much ah, variety to everyone’s act.

They all shared a similar vibe of like- domineering power. Which was definitely pretty fucking hot when it came to some people, (looking at you fancy vanpire lady), but it got boring after a while.

Safe to say your attempts at socializing were pretty shot. And what’s even worse, your friend? Yeah she didn’t even show up.

Tragic truly. You would call her to see if she made it here yet, but your phone was dead- and talking to any of the other party goers was a song and dance you didn’t wanna attempt again.

So here you are, in the bathroom, sitting by one of the sinks and charging your phone.

How lame.

You sigh, standing up to check yourself out in the mirror. At least your costume is fun, it’s a reference that only really you and you friend would get, but still, it made you happy to wear. It was a royal outfit, you looked like nobility, nice and fancy. Perhaps a barron, or maybe a princess, or a king- really it was up for anyone's interpretation. You fix up the head accessory, then fuss with your hair just to have something to do.

Maybe you should just leave, you were getting pretty bored of everything.

And it’s at that moment, as you’re sinking down to the bathroom floor to grab your charger that the most interesting thing of tonight bursts through the door.

You look at him, blinking once then twice. He does the same.

Eye candy.

That’s the first thought that comes to mind. Without an ounce of shame you let your eyes rack over his form, fitted in some sort of military outfit, tactical gear and even a prop gun. He makes it look damn good.

And then you stop admiring the hunk of prime meat in front of you because starring is rude. (Even if he is fucking amazingly charmingly rugged and god damn what you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through that mohawk of his and just tug-)

“That’s a good fucking costume.”

He pauses, looking at you with something confused and a bit bemused. And like an idiot you just can’t keep your mouth shut and blurt out more shit.

“Did ya have to bust through the door though? I mean like- don’t get me wrong it was cool as shit- really adds to the character here, big, hot, ah… military? guy.”

You wince, you’re making a fool of yourself. Luckily the man doesn't seem to mind.

(Johnny takes one look at you, your bag in a sink, your phone charging in the bathroom outlet, your clearly partly homemade costume that shows way more care than any of the other people in this joint and easily figures out-)

“L.T, Found a civvie.”

He mumbles into a- oh shit he’s got an earpiece and everything. Now that is cool. You tell him as such.

“Okay that is so fucking cool. Dude does that thing actually work? Man. How long did it even take for you to get this whole costume?”

He studies you with an odd look for a moment. You wonder if there’s actually anyone talking to him in that earpiece. Must be with the way he pauses. Slowly, he speaks; gentle.

“Not a costume lass. We ought to get you outta here, it's gonna be a shitshow soon.”

You blink. And then, you smile.

“Rightttt, not a costume. I getcha.”

“Not joking bonnie. This place is dangerous, filled with snakes. How did a wee thing like you even get in here?”

You smile, a bit pleased to banter with the first person who isn't doing the same old same old, ‘i know more than you, ooo im so big and powerful and scary’ act.

“Took a carriage ride and promised my roommate I'd be back by midnight.”

He eyes your royal esc outfit, not cinderella by any means but it still makes him smile slightly. (And boy if that isn't a sight, him looking you up and down and looking at you like that?)

“Cute. Then allow me to be yer escort princess.” He jerks his head in the direction of the bathroom door.

The statement is said with just enough sarcasm to make you bite down a grin. Hes very committed to this whole military operation act. And honestly? You were ready to leave anyway. Not to mention this guy was the only one who’d gotten your interest all night.

You grab your things and stuff them in your bag, slinging it over your shoulder tightly.

“Follow me, and ye gotta be quiet. Cant let anyone see us.”

You are more than willing to go along with his silly bit. And so you give him a clumsy salute, with a good natured smile.

“You got it captain.”

“Sergeant.”

He corrects you with an amused little puff of air. Clearly- hes just as pleased to have someone indulge him as you are to have someone interesting to talk to.

“You got it sergeant.” You repeat back with a graceful little half bow and amused smirk.

He turns back to the door, hands on his gun and before you go out you grab onto his arm.

“Wait!”

He turns to you with a raised eyebrow, eyes sharp, focused: wow hes a really good actor and hes got really pretty fucking eyes-

“Lassie?”

Oh yeah you can't get lost in his eyes just yet.

“Can I have a gun? For safety and all that- totally.”

“Hen… i don't think-”

“please sergeant? I promise I won't break it or anything! I just wanna get more into character ya know? pretty please Sir…?

…

(Johnny is not a good man. And fuck when he hears you call him by his rank, sir, asking so sweetly- your hands clasped in front of you- looking at him with a sheepish grin and pleading eyes. He wants to give you a damn bazooka if it means you keep talking sweet to him. Ghost is in his ear, telling him he better not bloody dare.)

(So of course…)

“You keep that safety on boonie. Hold it like this. If you gotta use it, don't be shooting or you’ll blow yer eye out. You toss the bloody thing in the direction of whatever it is you’re tryna hit- or you hand it to me. Is that clear?”

You nod vehemently, assuring him with little, yep’s and sure’s, and got it-’s. He raises a brow, mostly cause hes not sure if you’re actually taking this seriously. You take it for something else entirely though and then quickly say-

“Yes sir. Understood.”

(...Johnny is both damn disappointed hes on a mission, and greatful as fuck, because the only thing he wants to do is push you up against that wall, sneak his hands down your silly little costume and tease you until you’re a squirming mess. Asking you if you understand how hard hes gonna fuck you and hear your breath hitch as you answer back with a wanton “Yes sir”—)

“Sergeant…?”

You stare at the fellow and his intense gaze, wondering if you took it too far. Hes committed to his bit sure, but you didn't mean to overstep and make him feel like he had to give you a gun. Clearly they were expensive props, detailed and metallic and heavy.

Instead of speaking to you, he speaks to his earpiece, “just a precaution L.T, what if her majesty gets cornered? Little lass don't have a lick of combat training.”

You -far to ready to add to this stupid little bit- chime in,

“Yeah, they only teach you fencing and the waltz where i'm from.”

Johnny grins, “Com'on L.T”

(As much as Ghost hates to admit it- Johnny is right. And so be begrudgingly relents. It seems everyone is amused by how utterly oblivious you are because Gaz spares a laugh and a cheeky comment after Ghost's gruff voice.)

“Soooo… what's the verdict Sergeant? Did your uh… LT? That's lieutenant right-? Does he approve?”

In response, Soap carefully positions a gun in your hand, telling you with an edge to keep your fingers away from the trigger. (Safety is on of course, Johnnys not an idiot all the time.) You nod, holding onto the gun and feeling so cool.

Like that the two of you are off, sneaking around the winding corridors and hiding.

Honestly? This is the most fun you’ve had since you got here. Its all you can do to not bounce on your heels when you follow Soap around.

He's just so into this, that you can't help but be sucked in. Speaking in low tones to his ear peice, making sure you stick close, talking about positions and other military jargon that goes over your head. Oh and he does it all with this charming smile, like the situation is serious yes- but like he's still making sure you’re having fun. Trying to keep you comfortable. The energy is tense but in a good way. Electric even.

You find yourself holding your breath whenever you hide behind a corner, or when he tugs you to him and holds you still- god it's just so thrilling. Maybe because you’ve had a boring night, and cause he's charming and fun in all the right ways- but you’re having a blast.

Even when things seem to get even more tense.

You and Soap are currently nestled away in a little nook, a back corridor, a dead end. Soap curses, speaking into his earpiece. You can hear footsteps, someones coming. And if they see you and Soap- you'll surely be compromised.

(Which means your little game will likely come to an end. Most of the party people here are judgmental, ergo they probably won't appreciate your little roleplay. Its in this moment that you decide- fuck it, you dont want this to end.)

“Sergeant!” You whisper harshly, tugging off your fancy coat and draping it around him, “I’ve got a plan- trust me.”

He looks at you, mildly conflicted, he's about to say something but the footsteps are getting closer and you really need a cover story for why you’re lurking in a dark corner away from the party. You can only think of one reason two people would sneak away at a party.

Sue you for getting too into this silly game of pretend, but adrenaline spikes and next thing you know; you’re kissing him.

Rough and messy, needy. You let out your best wanton muffled moan. His eyes are wide, and for a moment you spiral, realizing what you’ve just done. Sure you were playing pretend and he was committed to the bit but you just kissed him for fucks sake- sexually harsssed him!

Oh god hes gonna hate you and you just ruined all that fun banter and any shot at ever speaking to the only decent person you’ve met all night—

He’s kissing back.

With sudden haste he pulls you close, kissing you back with a ferocity that short circuits your brain for a moment. His knee slots in between your legs, entangling you two, and then there's a soft thud as his back hits the wall.

Holy shit.

Your heart races, a slurry of adrenaline, of elation because he was playing along with your silly cover story, of something hot and molten because he was running his hands along your outfit desperately.

Amidst the heat of it all, the grinding of his knee between your legs- you don't even notice the fact that the footsteps stopped. Johnny does though. He breaks the kiss with a purposeful loud noise, when he sees your dazed and confused expression however- he quickly aims for your neck before you can say a word and accidently give away the clever cover story you thought of.

You gasp, the noise does wonders. He can hear whoevers about to round the corner shifting about, obviously realizing what's going on and debating if they should check to be sure or spare their eyes of the sight.

So of course, Johnny helps them decide by laying it on thick.

“Fuck atta girl hen, wanna hear you fall apart f’ me.”

He presses you against his knee, nibbling at your skin to make your breath stutter. Thankfully, you catch his words and seem to get at least to some level what he's doing.

So of course, because god damn it- you’re in the thick of this silly military operation act now- you’ve gotta commit. You moan out the worst thing you can think of to make someone go away. Which is of course—

“Daddy!”

(Johnny can hear Gaz fucking roaring with laughter over coms. It takes everything in himself not to laugh then and there. Luckily, having a pretty little thing pressed against his knee and trembling provides a good distraction. Still, he can't repress the grin.)

“Yeah? Need something kitten?” He captures your lips again, a quick kiss this time, just to leave you breathless for your next remark.

“Y-Your c-” Oh my fucking god you dont know if you’re struggling to speak because you’re trying your damndest not to laugh, or because you are painfully terribly aroused at due to his kisses and husky voice. Thank god he intervenes.

“Whats that kitty? Yer gonna have to speak up. Lemme hear that sweet voice of yours.”

He guides you across his knee, you tangle your hand in his hair, tugging that stupid mohawk close to kiss him again.

When you quickly pull away, you rush out the words, failing to hide the look of pure hysterical amusement on your face- luckily the rush of words is mistaken for neediness and not because you are seconds away from bursting into laughter.

“Your cock-”

He captured your laughter in another kiss, groaning to hide the sound of your stifled snickers.

Finally, after what seems like ages and yet too little time- he hears Ghost in his ear giving him the all clear. Not without clear amusement.

Johny backs off, panting heavily and listening. He hears nothing but empty air. Quietly he whispers,

“They’re gone.”

You pant as well, trying your best to keep your hysterical little giggles quiet. Johnny is right there with you, like fucking schoolgirls- the two of you giggle for a moment.

Ah but you should probably apologize.

“H-Hey im sorry by the way- for kissing you out of the blue like that, i didn't know if you’d be comfortable with it but uh- i kinda got invested in the whole-”

You wave a hand about as he backs off you, pulling his knee away from your heat between your legs.

“-‘Don't get caught’, thing. Sorry if i um- took it too far and make you uncomfortable…”

(Johnny looks down at you, pretty little oblivious thing, looking all sheepish and nervous as if there wasn’t the high potential you just saved both his and your asses with your quick thinking.)

“All good lassie. Good quick thinking.”

(As much as he’d love to tease you more about it- or even tell you just how much he enjoyed kissing you until you were breathless- he’s still on a mission, and you need to keep moving.)

(So for now, he settles for a hair ruffle and a wink. You smile all the same.)

The pair of you continue, and you are starting to wonder where you’re going. This ain’t the way you came in- though, you suppose coming in via the main entrance would defeat the point of the game. Which was of course: to sneak you out undetected. Walking through the hall of party-goers probably wouldn’t be the best call.

Still, it's odd when you find yourself stopping at a room. It appears to be locked, a passcode and everything. This doesn’t seem to be an issue though.

(“Intel says they left the hard drive here. Code is 269344041.” Johnny listens to Ghosts voice, inputting the code easily. He ignores the confused look you end him in favor of mumbling-)

“a’m in.”

You blink as he talks to his earpiece. Carefully and quietly as you enter the room, you ask,

“Um… sergeant? What are we doing in here?”

“Looking for a package hen.”

(“Should be in a small red box.” Ghost relays.)

“-Little red box. Help me look?”

You nod like the helpful little thing you are and begin to search the room. It’s a storage unit of sorts. Bunch of random shit, you even spot a cool ass box of skeleton bones. That you show to your newfound companion.

He grimaces and gently sets the box down away from your hands.

“Let’s not touch anything else alright lassie?”

It’s framed as a question but really it’s an order. You just shrug, and then remember your line was supposed to be, ‘yes sir.’

“Yes sir.”

The search doesn’t take long after that, a few minutes max before you spot a little red box high up on a shelf. All the things around it are collecting dust, but the dull red colored cardboard seems to be free of it. Placed there recently it seems.

Maybe this whole immersive thing was planned out, and maybe it was pure luck you got roped into it. Everything was awfully elaborate after all. With him knowing the code and stuff.

“Sergeant i think i found it.”

He’s on you in and instant,

“Where?”

You point up the shelf. “That it?”

He carefully grabs it, opens it up and shuts it before you can get a good look. Looked kinda like a flash drive? A flash drive inside a plastic baggie.

“That’s what we’re looking for alright. Good work lassie. Ye might as well be a recruit at this point.”

He’s joking it seems, so you smile back in turn.

“Lived a bit too cushiony of a life for military work i’m afraid.” You gesture once more to your royal outfit. “But i’ll consider the offer sergeant.”

He takes you by the arm, tucking the box into his vest and leading you to the door.

“Glad to hear it princess.”

After that, it’s more sneaking about, more little bits of banter whenever you can, and listening to him speak into his earpiece. It’s dreadfully fun, the most fun you’ve had all night and honestly? At any party ever.

Finally- Finally, you seem to make your goal as you feel open air on your skin. That took forever to get out, with how massive the place was, but by god it was fun sneaking around like a super spy with…

Oh. You come to the sudden realization that you don’t actually know his name. That and- you never gave him your name either.

Well, this is where you leave so…

“Hey i just realized i never got your name.”

He turns to you for a brief moment, his hands on your arm now, tugging you along away from the building so that the bouncers at the front won’t see you. The two of you stop a little ways away.

“Soap. Or Johnny if you’d prefer.”

He says it so simply, with such an easy smile.

“And you princess?”

You say your own back, and it sounds so nice on his tongue. So right.

“Um- if you wouldn’t mind-“ You’re fishing in your bag now for your barely charged phone, wanting to get his number because he seems like a stand up dude and-

Soap touches his earpiece, “Package and civilians secure L.T. Good to go.” He says it quiet enough you don’t hear it, too busy looking for your phone.

(“Roger. Gaz move in.”)

“-could i maybe get your number? After i find my phone, of course. it’s just uh, well i had a lot of fun. Truth be told the night was pretty shit before you found me so if it’s okay with y-“

Your eyes widen when you see behind Soap, several Military troops storming the place, all of them holding what look to be- very real guns.

“What the fu-?”

You start, dropping your phone in a shock and completely shattering the poor device against the pavement.

Johnny can’t seem to bite down his grin.

Slowly, and yet all too fast, everything clicks as soon as you hear gunshots.

At a snails pace your head turns towards Johnny. Soap. The sergeant. The real sergeant.

“I did tell ya it wasn’t a costume hen.”

You were such a fucking idiot.

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Awkwardly you sit in your chair, taken in for interrogation. Less that and more for protocol considering everyone agreed you didn’t know jack shit.

Apparently, you went to the wrong party and somehow ended up at a terrorist gathering, which would explain the weird vibes of all the guests. And the super big and confusing building. And the many locked doors. And the—

The more you thought about it, the more stupid you felt so at some point in the hours of being on this stupid military base, you stopped.

To your utter horror and humiliation: Soap was a real sergeant. On a real mission. And he gave you a real ass fucking gun. And you had kissed him and oh god he had his knee between your fucking legs- you called him daddy.

Physically unable to handle the shame and embarrassment, you make a noise similar to that of a dying cat and bury your face in your hands.

The person ‘interrogating’ you, (a nice man that everyone called Gaz), just laughed. At the very least your misery was amusing.

“I am- so, so so fucking sorry, oh my god i’m such an idiot.”

“Don’t worry about it love. It helped to keep you calm. Better than dealing with panicking eh?”

You nodded because he made sense. It didn’t mean you were happy about it- but it did make sense. Soap tried to tell you after all. Honestly it was probably for the best you thought it was all a joke. Who knows what you would have done if you knew it was for real, probably panicked and gotten both yourself and him killed.

Gaz pats your head, an amused but sympathetic smile on his face.

(God fucking damn it, were all sergeants just naturally this fucking charming??? …You don’t have a thing for military guys do you?)

When the captain of this whole thing walks in, John Price; with a smile like that of a damn koala bear and air of authority- you decide that, yeah. Maybe you do have a thing for military types.

Go figure.

“You're free to go love.”

You sigh with relief, mostly because you don’t physically think you can handle anymore embarrassment. Your face is starting to hurt from all the cringing you’ve been doing. How are you ever gonna live this down?

“Afraid your phones broken though. Do you know the way home?”

No. Obviously not. You were taken here via military truck with the other soldiers. Frankly you could be in a different country right now and you wouldn’t know because you passed out at some point from the sheer embarrassment of it all.

(Price of course, knows this. He just wants to see you squirm a little longer. Is it wrong? Yeah. But he’ll be damned if you aren’t the most fun thing to mess with.)

“Um no- sir.” You tack on the title quickly, unsure exactly what to call him.

“Alright. I’ll have one of my men escort you home.”

As long as it’s anyone but Johnny you should be able to survive a car ri-

“Soap.”

Fuck.

“Take my car and escort the little lady back home.”

…You just had to think it, didn't you?

(Price knows he’s cruel for messing with you. Mean and terrible really. But the face you make when he calls Soap into the room? Where you look like you go through every stage of grief before landing on depression in .5 seconds?)

(Priceless.)

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The car ride is just as excruciating as you thought it would be. Even worse- Soaps a good guy. Charming and fun, sweet even. He jokes and teases you but tries his damnest to make the car ride as comfortable as possible.

Hell he even offers to stop someplace and buy you something for the road. And offer you not let would refuse; but you were at the base for hours, and it’s like 2 AM and you are exhausted and hungry and embarrassed.

So the two of you get some takeout, and eat in Prices car. You would be worried about eating in the car, but Soap makes you comfortable, assuring you the captain would probably be more upset if he let you go home on an empty stomach.

The rest of the drive is cozy after that. He pulls laughter out of you, and embarrassed groans but it’s all in good fun.

By the time you get home, you’re most definitely a little unsteady on your feet just due to how tired you are. He helps you out of the car, and even walks you to your door.

Before he leaves, you awkwardly debate giving him your number. Just so you could buy him drinks or something later down the line to make up for your utter stupidity today- but then you remember your totaled phone.

Damn.

And then, a god seemingly hears your prays because he’s slipping you a sheet of paper.

Drowsily you blink down at it to find a king number string. A phone number.

When you snap your eyes back up to him, he’s grinning.

“You wanted it right lass? Give me a call sometime.”

And then, he’s winking and walking away. Just like that.

…huh. Maybe you should go to parties more often.

#john soap mactavish #soap x reader #cod fanfic #tf 141 x reader #(kinda?)#Kissing #fanfic #go look at auspicioustiddings they’re cool #Read Firewatch #I don’t normally write romance tbh #Those were definitely probably not prop bones #Also reader 100 percent shows up with baked goods down the line #Bro is never gonna live this down #I wouldn’t either #The embarrassment could kill a man.

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beautifulfuckup99 · 9 months

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A yoongi smut pleeeaaseeee

FWB to lovers

I got you, booboo!!

Title: Those damn eyes...

Warning(s): FuckBoi!Yoongi (But it's bearable lol), Bratty!Y/N, D!rty talk, Unprotected S!x (BE SAFE, GUYS!), Oral (b!owjob), Fac!al, Dom!Yoongi, and there will be curs!ng but also FLUFF! Lol

Author's Note: This is a "Non-Idol!AU" and also a "College!AU". Hope you enjoy!

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Those eyes.

Those damn eyes.

They had been staring at you all night already. Staring through your soul, and you could even feel them undressing you every time you turned your body to the beat of the music.

Those damn eyes...

The same eyes that stared up at you whenever he was between your legs.

Those damn eyes!

The same eyes that looked deep into yours whenever he bottomed out inside of you.

Those. Damn. Eyes.

You hated them. Hated how they never showed what he was really thinking. Hated how they stayed nuetrual to any situation. Hated how they made your heart flutter when they'd soften while staring into yours.

Ok, wait. Let's start from the beginning. So, sleeping with someone is normal. Sleeping with someone in college is just plain expected. But sleeping with your roommate? That's messy.

You defended the action by saying that first night, you didn't know the college would place you with a male, even though you did say on your application that you were fine with any and all gendered roommate candidates. But come on! What was the chance that your roommate would be the hot, laid back, mysterious guy at the bar you spotted your first night on campus?!

AND what was the chance that after doing it in the bar bathroom, you'd head back to your dorm apartment and see said 'hot, laid back, mysterious guy' in the kitchen, shirtless and drinking some water?

Now, you couldn't defend every other time after the first time. It just... Happened. And each time it did? It felt better than the last. It turned from something fun, to something you did whenever you felt stressed with school or work. Your best friend, Hobi had warned you.

'Doing the deed when bored is one thing.' He had said. 'But doing it to ease stress or anxiety? You're just looking to catch feelings, Y/N.' He tsked and you rolled your eyes at the warning. You could handle this. You could handle someone like Yoongi.

He was a big flirt around campus, but you knew the real him. The him that wrote music for the hell of it, the him that wanted to be a producer, the him that could literally sleep anywhere if you left him alone long enough. You two grew a friendship. A real friendship. And you could juggle a friendship AND a sexual relationship.

Well... At least you thought you could...

**FLASHBACK**

"Ah! Y/N! Fuck yeah..." Yoongi shivers as you kiss along his chest, slowing your hips down to a steady ride as you squeeze the rest of his cum out of him. He licks his lips together, humming happily as you come down from your high.

"Fuck..." You pant as you sit still on his cock now. "H-How many was that?" You giggle tiredly as you rest your forehead on his bare chest, his fingertips coming up to trace your back slowly. It always sent the same tickle down your spine, but also calmed you.

"Uh... Three?" Yoongi guesses, voice smooth and warm. It always gave you the same feeling as pouring hot coffee in a mug on a cold morning.

"New record..." You mutter as you slowly pull up from his now semi-soft length, causing a soft groan to leave his lips. You chuckle and grab his face, kissing him tenderly.

"You're cute when you're spent." You tease casually and move to snuggle into his side, thinking nothing of it. These past few weeks, you could feel a shift in what this was. This wasn't just sex anymore, and this wasn't just you two being friends either. No. There were these long glances, these lazy and comfortable pillow talks, these nights of just staying up and staring at each other.

"Wanna put on a movie?" You ask and feel Yoongi shift from your side, sitting up.

"Um... I'm actually gonna take a shower." He says and you pause before slowly nodding.

"Uh... Sure. Want me to pick one? For when you get out?" You ask innocently as you rest your chin against his shoulder blade.

"Y/N, I..." He sighs before turning to you. "We're friends, right?" He asks and you pause before playfully eyeing his naked body and then yours. "You know what I mean." Yoongi rolls his eyes at your silent joke.

"Um... Yeah, I guess we are friends." You agree slowly.

"Great. We should stay that way." He states as he stands up.

"W-What are you trying to say, Min?" You ask slowly and he sighs deeply.

"I... I'm saying... We're not... Like attached to each other. We don't always have to be next to each other after hooking up, ya know? I mean, we're just helping each other out, right? Let's not confuse this." He says and you feel your chest tighten a bit as you try and stay looking more confused than hurt.

"I... I don't... Understand-" Yoongi cuts you off with a heavy sigh.

"Look. Our friendship means a lot to me. And I don't feel like complicating it. I'm your friend. You want a boyfriend? Go find yourself one. That's not me." He says simply and you blink a bit as a lump forms in your throat. You end up swallowing it down.

"Yeah. Yeah, no, I... I get it." You play cool as you nod.

"Great. Good." Yoongi mutters before slowly leaving your bedroom.

Now left with your thoughts, you felt stupid. In a rush, you call Hobi as to not be left to your own devices...

"Hello?" Hobi answers and you sniffle.

"Hobi..." You mutter quietly, a wide range of emotions in that one whine. Anger towards Yoongi, shame towards yourself, sadness towards the situation. But overall, you were just confused. Hurt and confused...

**FLASHBACK OVER**

That happened about a week ago, and now you stood here, at this frat house party, in the shortest tight black dress that you could find. And Yoongi was burning holes in your skin as he stood against a wall, watching you on the dance floor.

Hobi had helped with your look. 'Think Maddie from Euphoria!' He had said, excited to actually help with the look, and it made you bashful, but it was cute.

And it was clear that it had Yoongi's full attention. After confirming you two were still just friends, you watched him flirt with other girls on campus and it pissed you off more than anything.

This was revenge...

As you sway your hips to the beat of the new song playing, a random guy walks over to you, a hand grasping your hip. "Mind if I join?" He whispers in your ear. You hum at the thick smell of beer on his breath, but let it go, turning towards him as you nod.

You grind a bit into him as you two dance and another guy walks over to dance behind you. You giggle as you focus on enjoying yourself. This was an end of the school year frat party. You earned yourself a chance to shut off your brain. And when you notice Yoongi's jaw clench as he watches you dance, your smile only grows wider.

As the men's hands roam your body, you smirk knowingly. His breaking point was close. You could see it in those damn eyes...

The one guy grips your ass a bit and groans. "I can't feel a panty line..." He notes softly in your ear, and you smirk, leaning back against his chest all while you stare at Yoongi.

"Because. I'm not. Wearing. Underwear." You say slowly, wanting Yoongi to read your lips from where he stood. The two guys happily groan at that and press against you on either side of you just as Yoongi gets up from against the wall and storms over.

"Back up!" He orders as he grabs your arm to yank you towards him.

"And who the hell are you?!" One of the guys complain as they both size up Yoongi.

"My friend." You pipe up with a smirk as Yoongi glares at you.

"Fuck off. She's mine." Yoongi orders the guys, and you smirk at them.

"Ignore him." You try and Yoongi pulls you closer to him at that comment.

"Don't make me cover your mouth." He states in your ear, and you feel the same thrill as you usually do when you piss him off for your pleasure.

"I'm so lost. Are you taken, or what?" The other guy finally asks and Yoongi huffs.

"Yes." He says at the same time that you say 'No'. He glares at you and grips your wrist more firmly. "Come with me." He orders you and pulls you off upstairs all while you complain playfully about wanting to keep dancing.

"Oh, you're gonna dance alright..." Yoongi grumbles before pushing you up against the wall of a secluded hallway. You turn your face, so your cheek is pressed against the cool wall as he presses up against you.

"Roll your hips into mine." He orders as he rubs your ass through your tight dress.

"W-What?" You whisper as you shut your eyes, just enjoying his hands on your ass until he smacks it hard enough to sting. You hiss at the painful pleasure...

"I said..." He pauses to grind his bulge right into you from behind causing you to blush hard and breathe heavier. "Grind." He repeats and you do, unable to stop yourself.

He lifts your dress and growls as he sees you actually had on a black lacy thong. "Made you look..." You tease breathlessly, and that grants you another smack to your already pink ass cheek.

"You like pissing me off, don't you?" He mutters as he pulls you back against his bulge and you feel yourself begin to wet your underwear.

"It's pretty funny, yes..." You pant as you try and use his bulge against your clit.

"Well, your tight little pussy's gonna feel me for days when I'm done with you now." He whispers in your ear, and it makes you shiver. He takes off his belt and the leather is quickly placed between your lips like a makeshift gag.

"I don't want anyone even hearing you..." He huffs and you hum happily, lipstick smearing and drool beginning to gather at your mouth being opened because of the tough leather.

You use your tongue to push at the belt between your lips and get it out of your mouth long enough to talk. "What? You didn't like my dancing?" You mumble before Yoongi places the belt back in your mouth, laughing humorlessly.

"Oh, Y/N, the things I wanted to do to you on that dance floor..." He trails off and you shiver excitedly.

He yanks your underwear down to your ankles and spreads your legs impatiently. He rubs your ass now that your back is arched so it's sticking out, and his hand dips down between your thighs to grasp your pussy firmly, making you moan and grind back on to it only to be met with a swat to your clit.

You gasp sharply and feel your clit throb with a stronger need to be rubbed after being swatted at. It makes you try and close your legs and he moves between them. "Don't act like that won't get you off..." He taunts as he does it again and you moan loudly, the belt muffling it.

Your clit throbbed with an intense need, and you could feel your wetness drip down your inner thighs now. "That's what I thought..." He teases as if your body was assuring him that this was in fact enjoyable. It makes you blush in embarrassment.

"Do you think they'd know? How to make you melt? Hmm?" He whispers in your ear as his one hand wraps around your neck and the other grabs his cock to nuzzle between your folds. It makes you melt, and he moans happily.

"Look at you..." He whispers in your ear. "You're soaking it so good..." He taunts. "They wish they could have this..." He chuckles and you can't even pretend to be annoyed by his cockiness. He knew your body by now, and he knew you'd never react the same way if those guys had brought you up here...

He slowly slides his tip into you and your legs buckle slightly as you moan eagerly. "Mm... Y/N..." He breathes out before grabbing your hips and shoving you down the rest of his cock. You scream in pleasure and the belt and music really works on covering the sound.

"You won't cum, until I say." He growls in your ear before he begins fucking you against the wall, holding your hips and digging his fingertips into the tops of your thighs. He was planning on bruising you. You could tell. And it felt amazing.

He kisses and bites along your neck as he rails you from behind and you feel your core tighten, but you're met with a smack to your thigh.

"Don't think I don't feel that. You don't get to cum yet." He whispers. "Don't you wanna be my good girl? Hm?" He taunts and you moan, drool rolling down your chin from the belt and constant moaning.

He grabs your chin and rests his forehead against yours. "I want. Your eyes. On me." He whispers and your eyes flutter, but you look at those damn eyes as he takes you against the wall, muttering a string of words against your lips.

'You're mine.'

'You'll be the death of me, Y/N...'

'I need you.'

The words flowed openly as he plowed you relentlessly. Your eyes roll back, and he chuckles breathlessly. "Mm... You're going crazy, aren't you?" He taunts and you nod fast, needing a release.

"Say sorry for that little show." He whispers in your ear as one hand firmly presses against your clit and the other one pulls the belt from your mouth.

"Please! Please! Fuck, yes, Y-Yoongi... I-I'm so-sorry..." You pant out, voice raspy from being caught in your throat. He kisses you roughly as he rubs your clit.

"Cum." He orders roughly against your mouth and your jaw goes slack at the pleasure. He leans in and sucks on your tongue while you gush on his cock. He groans loudly, pleased with himself.

"Get on your fucking knees. Show me how sorry you are." He orders as he pulls out of you. You instantly get on your knees in front of him, grabbing his cock to stroke.

"There you go, good girl..." He sighs in pleasure as he rolls his head back while you work the tip the way you knew he liked.

"Suck my cock, baby..." He groans, pre-cum forming at the tip. You smirk and hover your mouth over his tip, barely touching it with your tongue before looking up at him.

"Why don't you get Ashley to do it?" You state and he pauses and looks at you.

"Wh-What-" You cut him off.

"Or maybe you want Samantha, or Jocylyn, or Brenda..." You list as you give him a look.

"Y/N..." He groans as if annoyed. You raise an eyebrow and squeeze his tip as a warning. He gasps sharply. "Fuck! Ok! Ok!" He rushes out and you loosen your grip.

"Y/N... I only want you." He says honestly as he looks at you with those damn eyes...

"Yeah?" You tease a bit as you stroke his cock lazily in your hand, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest at his words.

"Fuck, yeah..." He sighs. "Please. Make me cum. I wanna paint that pretty face white..." He smirks and you blush hard before slowly giving in, licking along his hard shaft. You swirl your tongue along his tip and catch the pre-cum on your tongue. You moan and suck on the tip like a lollipop.

"That's it. Fuck, yes, Y/N..." Yoongi moans, eyes closing as he grabs your hair, tugging your head forward for you to take more, which you do after opening your mouth wide enough.

You suck him off, eager to prove the same point he had proven to you. No one could make him feel the way you could.

"Ah... Yes... Y/N, d-don't... Don't stop!" He moans as he watches you in awe as you bob your head up and down. He soon pulls you away from his cock and starts jerking it.

"Look up at me, pretty girl..." He pants and you do just that, batting your eyelashes innocently to tease him.

"Oh fuck!" He moans as his load lands on your face, warm splashes of cum landing on you as you smirk up at him.

"Does that help your male pride?" You joke and he laughs breathlessly.

"Mm... Maybe." He teases and grabs his belt that's covered in your drool and smudges of your red lipstick. He smirks wider. "Now, this helps..." He says, pleased with himself as you playfully roll your eyes.

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"So... You wanted to act like our relationship was just sex... Because you were scared that if we got serious and something happened... You'd lose me as a friend and a roommate." You say slowly to make sure you understood Yoongi's reasoning for acting cold towards you that night.

"Yeah. Saying it out loud now-" You cut Yoongi off by taking your ice cream cone and lightly shoving it on to his face as you glare at him.

"Yeah. Yup, I... I deserved that..." He mutters and you sigh and hand him a napkin. You two had cleaned up in the bathroom at the frat house and then left to the campus food hall for something sweet and ended up buying ice creams at the corner student store.

You were now walking back to your shared apartment and having the much needed 'what are we' talk.

"You hurt me, you know." You admit and he sighs, looking down.

"I'm an idiot, Y/N. I just... I thought... 'Hey, our friendship can bounce back from a FWB relationship, but from a regular relationship'? I just... I didn't want things getting too messy." He sighs and looks down.

You watch him for a bit as you two walked side by side. You hum after a bit and nudge him lightly.

"I agree." You nod and he pauses.

"That things would've gotten messy?" He asks nervously.

"No. That you're an idiot." You chuckle and he smiles sheepishly, shoulders slouching. "I... I kinda like you." You admit gently.

"Oh yeah?" He asks and hums softly as he eyes the sky. He lightly nudges you back. "I kinda like you too..." He says simply and you blush a bit.

"So, what do we do about that?" You ask as you stop in front of him, looking up at him expectingly. He hums softly and cups your cheek in one hand. He leans down and kisses you tenderly as you squeal on the inside, but act cool on the outside, kissing back happily.

You slowly pull away and look into his eyes as he smiles proudly. "Those damn eyes..." You whisper with a chuckle. Yoongi raises an eyebrow playfully before offering his arm to you.

"Shall we?" He asks and you nod as you take his arm.

"Lead the way. Roomie." You tease and he chuckles before walking back home with you.

#bts #bts army #bts fic #bts imagine #bts suga #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #min yoogni #suga imagine #suga x reader #suga #bts yoongi

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 1 year

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Sagau but the reader travels often to other worlds and often brings back with a kids and acolytes are like

Acolytes: your grace who is that kid?

Reader: well the world I visited the kid was treated like the trash by pepole so....I taken the kid and NUCKED the pepole of that world = )

Acolytes:oh........WAIT WHAT!?

something like this and that often happens to point of the reader creates orphanage for "mistreated kids of the multiverse" and like there are characters of other games anime or cartoons who were treated badly becose of bullshit reasons reader didn't like that of the took the one or more kids( sometimes reader takes even 100 kids onec) and nukes the places that were responsible for making those kids live miserable now image the archons reaction the first time that situation happens vs the situation where the archons gose with reader to stop them form radical decision but something happens that passes archons so much that they helps reader

Ooh, interesting...sure, let's give it a try! I'm not gonna mention who the other kids of the other universes and series are in this, so prepared for very vague descriptions of them. Sorry, Anon—I'm having a little bit of writer's block as I'm doing this.

I also hate to inform you but I also deleted your other request :') It's mainly because I don't have any motivation and I'm too lazy to look at my old posts LOL- But still, sorry :')

(Disclaimers: Might be OOC, Mentions of Violence, Kidnapping adopting children from other fandoms, implied other fandoms (though never mentioned) & Mentions of Nukes & Nuking)

You love Teyvat. You really do—but many times, it gets a boring. It feels like there's nothing to do.

But! Luckily, you had a good solution to this. You could travel the other fandoms/universes you like, just to see your favorite characters and enjoy the scenery around you!

So you did. It was pretty okay, all of the trips, honsetly.

Until it wasn't. Just who did these pesky idiots think they were? You were going to show them what they truly are.

Dead Meat! (no pun intended/not copying from Dehya's elemental burst now that I think about it-)

— — —

Your acolytes were surprised that you brought back an unknown child. A child that looks...unlike the Almighty Creator, and certainly not of Teyvat. How strange...

"Your Grace, who is this?" one of the acolytes speak. You look over at them blankly, before beaming with a smile.

"Oh, this little guy here?" You show the child. "I save them from people of another world that kept treating them like trash—so, naturally, I nuked the entire country and left."

Ah, so that's where the child came from....

Hold up a minute, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!

Nahida

While she certainly likes the fact that you were protecting others, she doesn't exactly like or even want to know what kind of arson you committed on behalf of the child...

Nevertheless, she'll help try to make the new friend welcome to Teyvat, so that everyone is happy!

She was certainly not expecting you to bring more children from other worlds here on Teyvat, to the point you even established the "Mistreated Kids of The Multiverse Centre" (MKOTMC for short), where every single child you kidnapped adopted would go to. Nevertheless, she'll still try to befriend all of them!

"Let's go and get some snacks after we play!" Really nice and welcoming to them all—after all, she's a child herself! Yet, despite this, she can't help but feel a little concerned of your methods of taking in children and even going as far as to destroy worlds for their sake...

Where those other worlds that bad?

Venti

Now, as much as this guy can cover his emotions, he cannot mask the shock he felt when he saw the amount of children at the MKOTMC for the very first time.

I'm starting off at this part because this man was not one of the acolytes that were informed of the Almighty Creator's return. And it ticked him off, he wasn't going to lie.

Nevertheless, he decides to take on the job and be the children's entertainer! He is a bard for a reason, you know~

"Haha, the same song again? Well, if you all insist, let this humble bard begin his song!" Other than Nahida, Venti is literally their favorite babysitter. This guy plays them music with a lyre and it's super good!

He wouldn't really care much about your "adopting" phase you're currently going through, but he is telling you to stop killing every world you despise.

Yes, he's getting flashbacks to Khean'riah because of it. That's why.

She would definitely be there the moment you "adopted" your first child from a different world. She is absolutely a) horrified of what the child has gone through (you put the effort to going into detail to what they've been put through without the child there, ofc) and b) pretty terrified of the fact that you would explode an entire world just because of it.

of course, she does try to justify your actions in her own head—she doesn't like the idea of putting blame on your image, even if it might be true.

She doesn't exactly know how to deal with children, but she does swear that she will protect them with all her power. She's trained heavily in the martial arts for a reason, and Ei is determined to not let it go to waste.

"Worry not, Your Grace—there will be no danger to the children you adopted so long as I shall stand to protect them." Literally makes it an oath, and you have to take it seriously or you will be shocked at the guard shifts the Electro Archon made.

She and the Puppet Shogun make sure that they manage both Inazuma and the grounds of MKOTMC.

Because you know there will be others that would take the job of guarding the children at the Centre, as well as Ei's guard shifts she established, you promoted her to "Head of Security Shifts" and, boy, she if you thought she was taking it seriously before, she is taking it BEYOND serious.

Really, if someone wanted to kidnap a child from the Centre they are facing the Musou no Hitotachi head on.

Zhongli

Old Grandpa was also there when the first child was brought to Teyvat. This guy makes it his mission to a) try to persuade you to not nuke an entire world just for the child and b) try to entertain the child with folktales of all the seven nations of Teyvat.

When MKOTMC was established, all the children basically knew this man as the Storyteller since he loves to indulge them in past times and old stuff.

Not only that, but most of them are pretty addicted to what he's gotta tell them.

"Ah, you wish to hear another story? Hm...very well. I have just the one." Would gladly indulge them ngl.

Joins the MKOTMC Security Squad once you established thanks to Ei's persistence. Though he tries to minimizes the amount of shifts he takes because he still wants to retire from being a War God and all that.

Also is traumatized of the Khean'riah incident and would also try to talk you out of destroying worlds you despise.

AND WE ARE DONE! BOY, I AM SO TIRED 😭 BUT ITS ALR SINCE THIS IS WHERE MOTIVATION COMES FROM—

Alright, see you all around! :D

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: Not even related to what I wrote but AZHDAHA MY BOY YESSS LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—

Ahem, anyways, back onto topic. I tried to vaguely mention which fandoms the children are from because, let's be honest, there is way too many fandoms out there and I cannot even begin to imagine how much research I'll have to put in just to list a few for this fanfic. I would've died before I even get to write it lol.

I also mainly decided to focus on how the archons would take care of the children after the initial shock. You know—just for more tea and all that lol. I hope you all liked it :)

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A Dangerous Game Ch 22

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, smut. Okay so i did say we were gonna wrap at 25 chapters but I'm smooshing things together cause I didn't have enough meat to fill out chapters and am getting lazy. SO! ONE more chapter after this one. Hopefully soon, but also I work the next two days so we'll see how that works out LOL. Plenty of other stuff in the wip pile otherwise and some bingo squares actually started on so you have content to look forward to, promise.

Both you and Emily were incredibly thankful when there was no last minute new case on Friday, leaving the two of you (and the rest of the team) free to head home right at five. You had enough time to wind down from work, shower and get ready before Emily was knocking at your door. She let out a quiet swear when you pulled open the door and you giggled, kissing her cheek gently before setting the alarm and locking the door. You were in a dusty pink casual yet flirty dress, the neckline enough to tease Emily while still being modest, the hem of the skirt flowing across your mid thigh.

“You know I could’ve met you there.” You commented as you slid into the car, “less back tracking for you to do.”

“Yeah, but I figured I wanted to do this the right way.” She smiled softly at you, her hand naturally finding home on your thigh as she started the car, backing out of your driveway. “You look absolutely gorgeous by the way.”

“Thanks.” Your cheeks flushed, glancing over to her with a warm smile, “so do you.”

Emily hadn’t planned much, not wanting to go too crazy or come off overbearing, telling you just to dress nice but casual was fine. She’d made dinner reservations at Iron Gate Restaurant, a cute little place that was a prime spot for date nights that wasn’t too fancy but just fancy enough. It was warm enough outside that the two of you ended up at a corner table on their back patio, fairy lights strewn overtop of the gardens and candles on the tables to embrace the ambiance.

You started with a round of cocktails while you looked over the menu, the waiter offering wine suggestions when you placed your food orders. The table started with focaccia, cremini mushroom arancini and a citrus salad while the two of you gossiped about work that week, laughing over the stories that Emily had missed out on while trapped in her office.

“I can’t believe you told Morgan about the jet.” She laughed, taking another sip of her drink and you joined in on her laughter.

“Listen, I was hungover as fuck, I needed that couch.”

“Well now he’s insistent on bunking with you on trips to keep us apart.”

“Okay.” You shrugged with a grin, “never stopped us before. He can give us an hour for privacy or he can suffer. Or I’ll bribe Savannah. If he’s gonna cockblock us, I’ll cockblock him right back.”

“You’re cruel.” She chuckled.

“No.” You insisted, “I give back the same energy I’m given.”

“Ah, the changing of a few crucial words and you get away with it.”

“It’s worked so far.” You replied with a teasing shrug and she laughed again, her free hand sneaking across the table top to grab yours before laying a kiss on the back of it, fingers remaining tangled when they hit the table once again.

Wine and dinner came out shortly after that, Emily teasing you for your choice of seafood despite your absolute hatred of crab. You scoffed, pointing out that they were completely different tastes and textures, and that this would be delicious. The playful argument was completely unneeded, but the way it brought a spark to Emily’s eye when she looked at you was all the excuse you needed to dig into her when she ended up liking your choice of dinner better than her own.

You opted to take one of each desserts to go and Emily was obviously insistent on taking care of the cheque. You attempted to open your mouth to object and the look she shot you was enough alone to know she definitely wasn’t going to give in, no matter what you said. You thanked her, kissing the back of her hand before the two of you were gathering your things, making your way out of the restaurant hand in hand. She faltered in her step as you reached the back of the car, turning back to you with a smile on her face and you leant in, kissing her gently, lips lingering against hers a little longer than normal for being in public.

“Thank you for dinner.” You murmured, “it was really nice.”

“It was.” She smiled, pecking you lightly, “should do it again next week.”

“It’s a date.”

“Now…. Am I taking you back across the river?” She raised a brow at you and you laughed.

“We got dessert to go. What did you think? I was just gonna run off with it? Besides, Sergio’ll throw a fit if I don’t come say hi.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes about Sergio, considering you were completely correct and kissed your cheek softly before nudging you in the direction of the passenger side door.

The moment the elevator doors slid shut Emily had you against the wall in a bruising kiss, lips moving with fire against your own. Your arms quickly looped around her shoulders, fingers threading through her hair, your body relaxing into hers. A thigh found its way between your legs, pinning you to the wall and you let out a whine into the kiss when her hands grasped at your hips, grinding you down against her.

“That’s it angel…” she murmured, her breath hot on your skin as she kissed across your jaw, her muscle flexing under you and your head dropped back against the wall, “feel good?”

“Yes daddy…”

The elevator pinged and you barely had enough time to tear away from each other before the doors slid open and you fumbled your way down the short hallway to Emily’s apartment. Once the door was locked behind you Emily’s hands were on you again, shoes were kicked off and her lips found yours, tongue daring to slide into you mouth and you bit back a moan. Your hands slipped under her shirt, whimpering when she broke the kiss to pull the offending fabric over her head before kissing you again, a happy sigh escaping you that she swallowed down. You quickly got rid of her bra, tossing it to the floor and began squeezing at her chest, lips curving up into a grin at the way she practically melted into your touch. Emily’s hands wound around you to find the zipper of your dress, letting the clothing fall to the floor and she pulled back from the kiss, letting out a low swear when she saw the set you had on underneath.

“Christ princess….”

“Figured I should dress up for you.” You shrugged with a playful grin and she chuckled, her eyes darkening as they dragged up your body.

“You always look so pretty for me.” Her hand reached out, brushing a piece of loose hair behind your ear, “but this is… wow…”

“Yeah?” Grinning, your fingers curled into her belt loops, tugging her closer to you so you could kiss her, “I have a feeling it’d look even better on your bedroom floor.”

“Can’t argue with you there.” She smirked, hands ghosting up your sides to grope at your chest through the lace, pinching at your nipples and you sucked in a breath, your back arching towards the touch. Your hips ground against her and you gasped, a small laugh leaving your lips.

“Why am I not surprised you’re already strapped?”

“Didn’t want to waste any time.” She murmured back, her lips beginning to trail down your neck as her hands made quick work of your bra so you could let it fall from your body. Her hands pinched at your nipples as she bit into the crook of your neck, nudging you back onto the bed. “Good girl.”

She undid her pants, kicking them off, cock springing out before she leant over you, fingers in the waistband of your lace panties and she pulled them down your legs. Her hands smoothed back up them, spreading you open for her and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. The moment her mouth lapped at you, your head fell back into the pillows, a happy moan leaving your lips. One of her hands slid up your hip and your own quickly found it, fingers interlacing as she continued to eat you out. Her nose brushed against your clit and you gasped, your hips rocking up to the sensation as your free hand tangled into her hair, holding her gently to you.

Emily’s tongue darted out, pulling your juices into her mouth, groaning over the taste she adored so much, her free hand pressed down your thigh, spreading you even further open for her, just the way she liked. Her mouth sucked at you, moaning against your pussy, the vibrations shaking through you deep into your core. She shifted up, latching around your clit, letting her tongue trace patterns across it while two fingers slipped into your pussy. Her eyes flicked up so she could watch the way your body thrived against the bed, whimpers and whines escaping your lips while her fingers pumped and curled within you. Your pussy was soaked, fluttering around her with each brush of her fingers.

“Fuck… oh god daddy… feels so…so… fuckin good.”

She sucked harder on your clit, tongue pressing down heavily on it while her fingers curled right against the spongey spot inside of you and you cried out, coming undone, thighs shaking around her.

“Good girl.” She praised, kissing just above your clit before pulling her fingers from you. Before she could even blink, your hand wrapped around her wrist and you were sitting up, pulling her slicked fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean of your juices.

“Please fuck me daddy.” You mewled, nearly pouting as you did so and she swore again, knowing that you were likely going to be the death of her.

“Lie back princess.” She urged after stealing another kiss, watching the way your tits bounced when you did as she asked, spreading your legs even wider for her.

She ran the tip of her cock through your folds, smearing it with your juices and your eyes fluttered shut, breath catching in your throat. She lined the toy up, sinking into you inch by inch until she was completely buried within you and you let out a low moan when she circled her hips. She leant over you and your hands instantly wrapped around her, fingers digging into her skin as she began to move her hips. Her mouth wrapped around a nipple, sucking it into her mouth, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin as she set a steady rhythm. Each thrust her cock seemed to hit every inch of your pussy that you needed and you let out a whine, one of your legs wrapping around her to pull her even tighter to you.

“Harder…” you moaned, “please.”

She bit down harder in the same moment that her hips heavily rocked into yours and you gasped, your hands digging deeper into her skin, pulling a moan from her. She braced one of her hands on the bed, fucking deeper and harder with each thrust of her hips, your whimpers and whines getting louder and longer with each push of her cock. Your hips began to rock up to meet hers eagerly, begging for more,

“God… fuck…oh fuck!”

Emily’s teeth sunk into the curve of your breast, her tongue lapping out to soothe the burn but you both knew there’d be a mark for days to come. She licked across your collar bone, placing a kiss on it before making home in the crook of your neck, mouth licking, biting and sucking while she continued to fuck you.

You were a whimpering mess by now, your entire body on fire and completely consumed by her. Her cock filling you so precisely in only a way she could, her fingers pinching at your nipple, tracing patterns across your skin, your senses were overloaded with Emily, her perfume surging through you, bringing tingles to your skin with each inhale you took. She could feel the way your thighs were beginning to tremble around her, the shake in your breath and her lips formed a smirk on your skin.

“Gonna come for me angel? Come all over daddy’s cock?”

“S—so close.” You whimpered, gasping when her cock thrust heavily into you.

Emily’s hand vanished from your chest, sneaking down in between your bodies to find your clit, pinching it when she did so and your legs tightened around her, a loud moan leaving your lips. Her fingers began to rub in time with her thrusts, pressing harder and harder with each roll of her hips.

“That’s it princess… let go…” She husked into your ear, biting at the lobe and you cried out, shaking in her arms as your orgasm washed over you.

Your body shook, tensing around Emily, nails digging into her skin, burying yourself into the crook of her neck in an attempt to be fully absorbed by her, wanting to feel nothing but her in that moment of pleasure that continued to wash over you, wave after wave. You could hear her voice, but were completely unaware of what she was saying, everything was a haze until you could feel the drag of her cock in your pulsating pussy and let out a shuddering breath, letting go of her and collapsing down into the pillows with a sigh. She gazed down at you with a happy smile, her hips stilling against yours as her hand caressed at your cheek, thumb rubbing at your skin until she was certain you’d had enough of a chance to catch your breath. Leaning down she kissed you softly, lips moving with grace against yours and there was no place in the world either of you wanted to be in that moment. She slipped out of you, leaving the strap to be dealt with later and rolled onto her back, wrapping an arm around you in the warm embrace that you gladly accepted, curling around her body.

Your leg nestled between hers, head resting on her chest and your arm lazily strewn around her while you slowly came back down to earth. Emily’s hand came up to the back of your head, gently scratching at it, playing with your hair and she left a tender kiss on the top of your head. Everything felt right, felt peaceful, comfortable and despite the air cooling as the night wore on, a warmth was wrapped around the two of you that you knew wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. The silence took over the room, only the sound of your breathing and happy little hums as you simply basked in the embrace of each other.

You let out a happy sigh, nuzzling into her body deeper, kissing at her bare skin and she hummed softly, kissing your head once again. A warmth bloomed throughout her as you nestled against her, pressing gentle kisses to her skin. Her eyes drifted down at the feeling of your finger tips on her skin and she caught the way they were softly tracing the pattern of the scar on her stomach, ghosting over the white lines and Derek’s words from the other day replayed through her head.

“Hey…” she whispered softly, gently squeezing at you.

“Hmm?” You replied without looking up.

“I wanna tell you something. Something that should help make sense of why I did things the way I did…”

“Okay..”

“Years ago…. I was the target for someone, someone who wanted to see me in pain before actually killing me. Meaning they were going after my team first and I decided to be dumb, I thought the only way to protect the people I cared about was to go take care of it myself, go straight to the source of the violence.” Your fingers stilled in their pattern, shifting off the scar as your head tilted up at her and she stalled in her words at the expression on your face.

“I know about Doyle.”

“What?” Her brow furrowed and you shrugged.

“It’s not every day an FBI agent comes back from the dead. Everybody knows about the legendary… or… reckless depending on you who ask, Agent Prentiss. I’d just never heard a first name or seen a picture. So yeah…” you nuzzled back into her chest, letting out a happy sigh at the feeling, “I know the Dewald thing kinda just brought you right back there and you didn’t want to repeat history, especially with me in your place.”

Silence overtook you, your hand curled around her waist this time, thumb rubbing across her soft skin as you waited for her to absorb your words. She kissed your head, her lips lingering on you before she spoke once again,

“Is that why you never asked about the scar?” She felt her brow furrow and you shrugged.

“I’ve been in law enforcement long enough to know not to ask about scars. Hell, even before I started this job. You never know if it’s gonna bring up some super painful memory or if it’s from something like falling off the swings as a kid.”

“Hmm…” She replied and you could feel the wariness flowing off her, so you shifted up onto your elbow to look up at her again.

“Emily…” your voice was soft and hearing her name on your lips like that made her heart nearly stop, the adoring gaze in your eyes completely melting her. “We’re good. Okay? You don’t need to be constantly apologizing or explaining yourself or buying gifts. Give it another month and we’ll be arguing over something trivial like whose turn it is to take out the trash.” Your smile brought a laugh to her lips, worry washing away as the sparkle in her eye returned while you leaned up to kiss her. “We’re more than good. Okay?”

“Okay.” She smiled brightly, letting out a happy sigh when you nestled back into her chest, “as long as you know that I’m in this for the long haul, that I want it to really be something and mean something.

“I do.” You murmured.

“So much so that I may have mentioned something to the director earlier today.” She winced at the way your body tensed against her.

“And… what would that have been?”

“I didn’t specify things, I just brought up that something was… blooming and I wanted to get in front of it professionally.”

You propped up on your elbow again and Emily frowned at the worry wavering in your eyes, “are they gonna transfer me?”

“No!” Her hand shot out, cradling your cheek, “no baby, no. I didn’t even mention you by name. We’ll have to go in and sign some paperwork on Monday, there will be some situations where you report to the section chief or director directly instead of me. Any evals or performance reviews will be done by them instead, and they’ll likely keep a closer eye on us in the field for a bit, but we can do this.”

“Good.” You smiled, leaning in to kiss her, “because I really like this job. And I also really like the idea of not having to sneak around or be worried about it all the time.”

“And we won’t have to.” She kissed you softly, lips curving up against yours as she did.

“When do we tell the team?” You asked and she sighed heavily.

“Let’s give it a bit? If that’s okay with you?”

“Please, Morgan and Garcia are already having field days with it, let them get the major teases out before everyone’s in on it.”

“Knowing Garcia that’ll only take the rest of the week.” Emily chuckled and you laughed.

“Well then let’s make the week worth it.” You murmured as you leant in, your lips brushing her skin as you caged her into the bed and she let out a chuckle, eagerly accepting the kiss.

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Stories To Be Told: PART 10

Series Index

A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

A/N: and WELCOME BACK! thank you all so much for your support. it truly means the world to me!! and remember- its every other day posting now, besides weekends because thats my break days lol

ps. i am way to lazy to write the entire time y/n was at her brother's and mother's place. so just imagine a lot of sucking up and pissing y/n off. (in other words, i dont need more characters to show development with lol) AH i can't wait to make you all suffer in anguish and wait after wednesday's post.

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I was buzzing with anger as I flew back to the House. My mother and brother had tried so, so hard to get me to like them. They just made me hate them more by how desperate they were. Extra food, tours (which I blatantly refused) and all sorts of things. Gifts from my mother in the form of dresses. Knives from my brother. I hated it. I absolutely hated it. There wasn’t any escape either, unless I wanted to winnow away. I wasn’t willing to brave going into the camp. I stayed where I was, or I snuck into the forest for an hour to cool my anger down.

I flew through the better part of the day, rain starting to come down from midday. I ignored it, pushing through the wind and storm.

I landed on the balcony, soaking wet. I stalked inside, taking off my boots before I went into my room and set them by the window to dry. My leathers soon joining them.

I had just changed into a dryer set of clothes when a knock on my door made me flinch.

“Who is it?” I called.

“Azriel,” the male replied from behind the door.

I sighed, still feeling as if I was running on pure spite and then shook off my wings before opening the door.

“Yes?” I prompted, leaning against the doorway.

“How did your trip go?” He asked.

“It was fine,” I replied.

“Where’d you go if you don’t mind me being curious?”

“Illyria.” I looked back over my room for a moment, seeing if it was clean enough to open. I was startled to find my shadows curling over me still. They’d been silent mostly, for the entire flight and visit. I opened the door, pulling my shadows in to disappear.

“I went to visit people who aren’t my family anymore. Nothing big,” I said.

“You have… family?”

“Not really,” I sighed, opening the door to work on scrubbing my leathers dry and cleaning them. “They’re quite manipulative in my experience.”

“Ah,” Azriel sighed. “I can get that.” He didn't elaborate, and I didn't need him to.

“Did you need anything, or did you just want to know why I was gone?” I asked.

“Well, I was confused why you were gone, but I figured if you arrived during this storm, you’d like a couple clean towels.” He pulled a small pile of towels from behind his back.

I eyed them suspiciously before taking them and setting them on the bed. “Thank you, I suppose.”

Azriel stood there awkwardly for a few more minutes before he finally said, “I’ll see you later.”

As he walked off, I took one of the towels and used it to dry off my head and neck that was still dripping water, looking out the window at the moon and the stars beyond it.

Luckily, I didn’t get sick from my fly through the rain. I managed to dodge that bullet.

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“Y/N!” Nesta greeted me as I landed near them for training the next morning. “How have you been?”

“Fine,” I replied.

“Where’d you go, if you don’t mind me asking?” Emerie questioned.

“Illyria. My… old family asked for my presence. I’m not going back,” I replied hesitantly.

“Good. They don’t need to be in your life,” Emerie said. I nodded in agreement.

“Alright! Come on ladies!” Cassian called. “Glad to have you back Y/N, hope you’ve been practicing for the past week.”

I rolled my eyes.

The training was hard, but it also was a relief to be back, doing what I’d been doing the past months. Spring was nearing and the air was getting warmer, which was nice. Around this time I would settle myself in the middle of the forest instead of near a town to buy food. Spring was when all the critters started to come out.

During lunch, Nesta said, “so, does anyone have any plans for Starfall or are we all going to stare at the sky like last year?”

Starfall. The most beautiful night of the year. I remember watching it at the camps and missing it dearly in the Winter Court. I’d been watching it hanging onto the tops of trees recently, but I’d heard that the best place to view it was in Velaris.

“How about you Y/N?”

I realized I’d zoned out the conversation and shook my head to clear it. “I’ve no plans. I’ll enjoy seeing it from here though.”

Emerie smiled. “It’s beautiful. Do you plan to wear anything nice?”

I pursed my lips. “Not a dress,” I replied. “I’ll probably find something a bit different though so I don’t stand out.”

“Cassian always ends up wearing just a nice black dress shirt, so you could get away with that,” Nesta offered.

“It is hard to find dresses that work for wings, so I get that,” Emerie chuckled. “Everything tends to be harder to get on. I might be able to help if you need it."

I nodded in agreement. “I’ve never been the type to wear dresses. Never have actually. I wore a skirt in the Winter Court once, but it wasn’t to my liking, just too limiting on movement. And I might just take you up on that offer Emerie."

“Makes sense,” Nesta replied. “Though if you ever want to try, let me know because I am so going to be there.”

I chuckled. “Will do Nesta.” I finished up my food, standing up. “Alright I have work, see you all tomorrow.”

They waved me off as I walked off down the hallways.

Azriel met me on the balcony and I almost groaned. What did he want now? At this point, all he did was worry over me. Or act all awkward and weird. I prepared myself for a snarling match.

“Y/N, Rhys would like to have a word with you after work. Just at the River House by the Sidra,” Azriel said.

I eyed him a little big longer before replying, “Alright, I’ll make sure to meet with him. Anything I should prepare?”

“He didn’t tell me anything.”

I sighed, a little disappointed about not knowing what to expect. “Alright then. Anything else?”

Azriel shook his head. “Don’t end up in the harbor again,” he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes before flying off toward the docks.

I wasn’t tasked to use my wings luckily. It’d become a habit of my boss to exploit them. Instead, I lifted boxes and carried them onto ships just like the rest of the dock employees.

I managed to find the River House without fail, landing outside as I passed through the wards. The House of Wind had wards, I knew, but I’d gotten used to them. These were… different. Stronger somehow and more reinforced.

I knocked on the door and it opened to reveal my High Lord.

“Ah, Y/N. Great to see you. I had a couple things to discuss with you if you’ll come with me?” Rhysand asked.

I nodded, and he held the door while I walked inside and then led me through the halls to a smaller room. An office. It had papers scattered everywhere, while some remained neatly stacked. Others were ripped. But there was ink on the desk and a bookshelf, which made it less intimidating in a way.

A stool magically appeared at a snap and as Rhys took the one at his desk, I took the stool, facing him. My wing twitched with nervous energy. What was he going to ask?

“So,” he began. “I’ve heard from your brother that you visited him recently, yes? And your mother.”

“Not really my family, but yes. That’s where I left to visit. Faxon and Merle.”

Rhysand nodded. “Alright. It seems that Faxon, the head guard there, has made a mistake. He mentioned you to the lord there, Ambroz.”

I shivered at the name, holding back a snarl. Oh, for so long I’d wanted to tear that male apart. The one who tried to clip me. The one who ruined everything. My plan, my life, my memories, my mind, and so many other little parts of me.

“I understand you have some not so pleasant memories with him, but he’s offered to apologize to you, wanting you to visit. I want to know if I should be concerned for your safety.”

My leg started to bounce and I held it down with my hand.

“Ambroz isn’t the type to apologize. He’s the type to act irrationally. I barely knew him during my time in Ironcrest, but you learn a lot about a male who ruined your entire life. You don’t have to be concerned about me, but perhaps just a bit concerned for how things may fall out if I don’t visit. If I do, which I can, it probably will end in bloodshed on both parties.”

“I see. I don’t have a particular liking for that male. And because he hasn’t committed any outright crimes, I can’t condemn him. No matter how much I want to. I was wondering if perhaps you’d be willing to visit and find a way to… make him come clean about something or commit a crime. He’s causing problems all across Illyria. I’d rather like to kill him if I could. Clipping would warrant that.”

“If anyone is going to kill him, I’m doing it. Or any female in that camp that I knew,” I said, holding back the growl in my voice.

I paused, and then observed, “So you want me to manipulate him into coming clean.”

“Should you want the killing blow, it’s yours. And yes. I do,” Rhysand spoke. “I’ve been trying to have Azriel do it, but Ambroz doesn’t particularly think he can manipulate Az. He does, however, with you.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, my knee bouncing against my hand, even despite the strength I put forth to keep it down- “I’ll do it,” I said loud enough for him to hear. “If only to get the opportunity to kill him.”

Rhysand nodded in understanding. “Faxon offered housing. Though I have an inkling you don’t exactly want it, so I’m offering for you to stay two hours north, in Windhaven. My mother’s old residence is there.”

I nodded. “That would be great, but I don’t really know where that is exactly.”

“That’s why I’m sending Azriel with you. He will stay out of your way, but act as some sort of body guard, while doing extra work for me,” Rhysand explained. “That isn’t an issue, is it?”

I tensed but replied, “not an issue my lord.”

That bastard had lied about knowing nothing. He knew.

“It’s just Rhys, but I’m glad you find that agreeable. How soon do you think you could leave?”

“Anytime,” I replied. “Just give me tomorrow morning and I can leave whenever.”

Rhysand smiled. “Leave tomorrow then. The sooner you finish, the sooner it’s done. Azriel has a mental link with me he can use to tell me when to come down. That will be when Ambroz finally fucks up.”

I dipped my head. “Sounds good.”

I flew out of that house feeling rage boiling my blood slightly. “You knew,” I deadpanned at Azriel, who was standing on the balcony, quietly observing the city below us.

“Yes,” he sighed.

“You lied,” I observed, seeing if he was going to argue.

“Yes, I did. It was Rhys’s job to inform you of the mission. Did you accept?”

“Yes, we leave tomorrow.”

Azriel nodded. “We’re traveling by shadow to Windhaven. You can get out your nerves during the flight to Ironcrest. To send a message like daemati, tell a shadow a message to repeat to me. Only we can hear it.”

Azriel was in full spymaster, planning mission mode it seemed. It made it slightly easier to talk with him. Without all his... interesting behavior

I nodded, despite having a spike of anxiety about using my shadows. There was no telling how long this trip might take, and I’d have to have my shadows out the entire time just to make sure I was intimidating. I had to make sure people took me at least partly seriously.

Distantly, I wondered where the hell all my pissed off energy towards this male had run off to.

“Keep the negative from flowing into your power. That’s the best way I can describe it. Create a wall, similar to a mind shield between it and your shadows,” Azriel explained. “I’m going to trust that you can hold your own against the males in the camp should things go south. Can you winnow very far?”

I knew what he was talking about. The hard thing was doing it. But at least I had an idea on how.

“I can winnow to the human lands if I wanted to,” I replied.

“Good. And if there are wards, pray to all the gods that you don’t die,” Azriel finalized. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He walked off without another word. He was clearly focused and prepared for a mission like this. Unlike me, who was just trying to do whatever the hell I was being told to do.

I sighed, and then walked to my usual area for dinner, sitting down with a huff.

There was always one thing I neglected to tell everyone about my shadows. Something I'd avoid telling anyone until my final days if I could.

Wards… wards usually don't matter to me. I can feel them, and I can pass through them, but if there are wards that stop me from doing things, most often, under intense pressure, I can indeed still use my shadows. I didn’t know if Azriel could as well, and it might very well be a “me” thing, but if there are wards and I am trapped, I can escape still. Maybe alone, but there are worse things in life. After all, I'd escaped alone without Rainne. Losing someone I was pissed off at would be easier.

My shadows were my secret, I told myself. I wasn’t obligated to share what I could do, especially when angered. There was more I could do, but I didn’t know if Az could do them as well. But I knew the ward winnowing, slipping in between undetected, wasn’t normal. And someone might just kill for that power, to control it, or extinguish it.

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TAGLIST: just comment to be added! in the future, i'll work on a taglist for all my works, but for now, its just this story. if i've already posted the next part, the notice will be a reply to ur comment and you'll be in the next one <3

@mis-lil-red, @bunnymallowo, @judig92, @biblophilefox82, @azzydaddy, @thegirlintheshadows101, @whatupmydudes01, @feyres-fireheart, @elizarikaallen, @xenlynn, @panzees-bizarre-adventures, @starswholistenanddreamsanswered, @baebeepeach

#azriel #azriel x reader #azrielxreader #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #rhysand #nesta #emerie #mywriting

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Unfinished Synfic #2

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Obey Me! | Satan x Reader; rom-com AU

In a curious turn of events, you’ve become the caretaker of six cute kittens, and have caught the eye of an equally cute, green-eyed blond.

Notes: Yes, that's actually the title; no, I don't regret it. It's been a while since I played Obey Me. I found that I couldn't juggle more than three mobile games lol the daily log in already exhausts me haha. I still have it installed so someday I'll probably play it again.

So like, in this AU, the brothers sans Satan go to the human world for some reason and they turned into kittens because they broke the law or something. You found them all sad and pathetic and so you brought them into your home to take care of them. They got attached to you like barnacles. Satan goes up to find his brothers but gets distracted by a curious little bookshop.

You're a part-time employee at Simeon's bookstore and a full-time grad student. At first you just find this blond green-eyed customer cute; he likes mystery genres too much. But then one day, he buys Howl's Moving Castle and all of a sudden you're in love.

I still have other notes for this one, like your names for the kittens (you're unimaginative sadly), but I'm too lazy to look for my notebook lol

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single bookstore worker in possession of a great inventory of books must be in want of an extra room.

“I’m not selling them,” you said, “I just need a place to store them.”

At the mystery/thriller aisle, Simeon ticked his checklist and smiled without glancing your way.

“Where do you even get your money for all your books? As far as I know, this is your only part-time job. And you’re still a grad student.”

You flinched a bit from his question, thinking about your life choices when it came to spending your savings. “Would you believe me if I said I keep an eye on sales and discounts? There are always monthly promos on this site that I frequent …”

Simeon frowned, before moving on to the romance section. “You’re buying books online?”

Oh, no. “I, ah. I mean.” What to say, what to say. “I could buy books here …”

From the bookshelves to your left, Simeon emerged, notepad under his arm, disappointment radiating from every pore of his body. You had no problems with offending people, unwittingly or otherwise, but there was something about Simeon that compelled you to avoid making him all sad and disappointed. The first time you had met him, in your interview for the part-time job, he reminded you of your grandma, all kind smile and cotton-soft voice. But that was before you discovered that he could give an impressive dressing down worthy of a ten-minute standing ovation—which you actually did, much to his chagrin.

Regardless of whether he’s kind or snarky, you just didn’t want to let him down.

Simeon sighed, already used to your impulses. “Have you even read them all?”

“Yes!” A beat. “Well, no.” Another beat. “I mean, I’m more than halfway through—”

“You should refrain from buying books for a while.”

“But think about the discounts.”

Simeon’s brows dipped and his mouth opened—most likely to give a sermon about the virtues of saving money—but whatever he was going to say was cut off by the sudden tinkling of the door chime, signalling a customer.

“I need to sort the newly arrived books; you handle this.” And with a last cursory look at the romance aisle, Simeon headed off to the storage room.

You return to your spot by the cash register, your eyes homing in on the person who entered. Tall, blond, and had a weird way of wearing his jacket. He looked at home surrounded by books, sifting through fantasy, sci-fi, romance, then lingering on the mystery section. At this point you would have asked if he needed assistance, but your preoccupation with your new batch of ordered books held you at bay. If he wanted to inquire about something, he would approach you anyway.

Minutes later, in the middle of mentally listing your storeroom options, Sherlock Holmes materialized in your line of vision.

You looked up, and all the cells in your body halted for one dazzling second.

Huh.

You would’ve tilted your head and stared some more, but work came first.

“Is this all?” you asked, your finger tapping the book.

Across the counter, the customer offered a friendly smile, nodding, his striking green eyes reminding you of summer foliage. “Yeah.”

For some reason you couldn’t reciprocate the smile. “Right.”

When Simeon came back to check up on you, he found you staring at the window in a daze.

“Did something happen?”

“Not really,” you answered, voice slightly dreamy. Then you turned to Simeon, and your lips stretched into a grin. “I’m feeling productive today. I think I can solve my storage problem and my dissertation problem.”

Needless to say, you were right on the money.

One week ago, you had been dealt with a conundrum.

“What.”

In front of you, blocking your way to the entrance to your apartment building, were six kittens IT STOPS HERE LOL

#unfinished synfic #obey me #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me x you #obey me satan x you

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5) Beskar Kisses & The Teacher

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader Synopsis: You meet a friend of Din’s, who happens to be the kid’s teacher. A/N: So this almost got real dark, people. As in I rewrote the ending so it wasn’t. Almost had a crazy twist, but decided I didn’t originally want this series to go that route so I’m attempting to stay away from it. ENJOY!

Warnings: Reader has a self deprecating moment. Fear of abandonment. Misunderstandings/Assumptions. Ends positively, I promise- well, mostly. Disclaimer: I do not own any Mandalorian/Star Wars anything. Word Count: 1069 Mando’a: I’m gonna be lazy this time around lol no new Mando’a in this one

You stared around the simple stoned building in confusion. It was practically empty with barely anything in it: simple table with no chairs, a makeshift bowl, what you though might be eating and cooking utensils (although you had no idea where this person possibly cooked anything), a bed made out bamboo and leaves with no pillow, a small place for a fire (not large enough to cook anything decent), and a sleeping astromech droid that looked to be a generation old. Not to mention the floor was literal dirt. Even you had better quarters than this on Naboo. Granted, Naboo was considered a rich planet with actual civilization.

“Din,” you whispered into the silence, enjoying the sound of his name on your lips as Grogu tapped incessantly on the droid. After a non-committal hum, you continued. “What are we doing here again?” Not that he had told you in the first place. Still, knowing his name gave you more confidence that he wasn’t going to drop you off on some backwater planet and fly away without a word as to why. With said confidence, came more courage. Questions weren’t so scary anymore. It was nice.

“Visiting a friend.”

“Ah,” you sighed in relief, a friend. That was good. You were starting to worry he called this place home.

“He’s probably out training,” Din headed for the door. “You two stay here, I’ll go-”

“Oh no,” you latched onto his forearm directly above the vambrace, hand warm with the contact, effectively freezing him on the spot. “Please do not leave me here alone to protect that precious little baby.”

“Alright,” he surprised you, giving you time to snatch Grogu up and follow him out the door where you immediately bumped into him with a loud oof.

“You okay? I’m sorry. Are you hurt,” his hands were on you, all over you: head, shoulders, arms, hips - as he checked for injury. You could feel heat rushing up your neck, heart stuttering, but refused to move away from his attentions.

Grogu grumbled in your arms.

“I’m fine,” you drawled. “Why’d you sto-”

“Hello,” a kind sounding voice announced on the other side of Din, so you leaned sideways, Din spinning back around, to find the source coming from a man wearing dark robes. “I’m…,” he glanced at Din. “Luke.”

You introduced yourself, noticing Din’s visor fly your way and wondered if he called you Mesh’la this entire time because he had no idea what your name was. Your heart sunk at the thought of him not calling you by the nickname. Not that you had suddenly gained the courage to ask what it meant. Baby steps, you thought.

“I see you brought my student back,” Luke smiled.

“Your… student,” you said, evident confusion in your voice, thoughts now focused on the fact that Grogu must be one special kid to have this teacher all to himself out in the middle of literally no-where.

“Yes,” Luke started explaining. “I thought Mando would like to see his son during nego-”

“Recon,” Din’s voice came out loud through the modulator, making you jump.

Luke’s brows scrunched. “For?”

“Bounty.”

“A bounty,” Luke deadpans.

“So…,” you said, bringing the conversation back to the topic at hand. “That’s how Grogu ended up in the hotel room?”

“Yes, but he was originally-”

“Supposed to have a few months off,” Din startled you once again, voice more stern than you had ever heard. “Like we agreed.”

It suddenly dawned on you in that moment that if Grogu was being dropped off for his schooling, then you were no longer needed to watch him. Nor were you necessarily needed to cook for Din or the kid. Leaving either one was not a choice you wanted to make, but neither was being unemployed, leaving them both as you searched for a new job. Your ears rang, drowning out the conversation around you, stomach dropped and hands turned clammy as your gaze fell to the ground, barely keeping the prickle of unshed tears at bay. Why had Din not told you of this?

“Mesh’la,” you felt the cold beskar seeping through the hair on your head. Quick hands gathered Grogu, presumably handing him over to Luke, before firmly planting themselves on your shoulders, grounding you. “What’s wrong?”

“Is-” you swallowed the knot in your throat, bravely raising a hand to touch Din’s chestplate, thinking maybe its chill would either wake you up from this nightmare or comfort you, knowing Din was there, right in front of you, protecting you. But you felt nothing. “Are we dropping off Grogu?”

“Yes.”

The simple word had your world crashing down around you.

This was the backwater planet he would leave you on.

“Whoa,” a strong arm wrapped around your torso, leaning you against its bearer, keeping you on your feet. But you wished you would have fallen. Maybe the ground would have swallowed you whole. Maybe it would’ve let you dream forever of being by the Mandalorian’s side. Or wipe your memory clean of him. It would be better than the other option ahead of you; a life without him- without them- after feeling so whole with him would mean nothing to you. It would be long. Tedious. Worthless. That last word ricocheted in your brain.

Worthless.

You meant nothing to him.

This entire time.

“My Heart,” the same voice from Firefly Hill invaded your mind, feeling like a caress, encompassing you as though you were curled up in your favorite blanket. “You are everything. My life.” Palpable relief spread through your bones as hope soared into your soul.

Maybe you did mean something to him. Maybe he wouldn’t be leaving you on this skughole.

Vaguely, you felt the ground hit your knees, something strong forcing you to look up. Cool beskar met your flushed face. Hands wiped away the wetness on your cheeks. A fear-tinged voice shouted your name. Urgent, unintelligible words from a child sounded lightyears away.

“Ner Kar’ta,” the word, hushed and broken sounded in your ear, bringing you back to the present. You had heard it once before, weeks ago on a planet when other Mandalorians interrupted a lovely, restful day and you think you prefer it over Mesh’la without knowing why.

“That word,” blinking through tears, you met the dark visor head on, leaning into his helmet, and whispered out a question you thought you’d never ask. “What does it mean?”

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i-sveikata · 8 months

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OMG!! When you said that it is going to be a long chapter, I was planning to read it slowly and continue to savour it for the longest time....but for my utter happiness...I LOST!! I just woke up early today to finish it just before the classes, or else i know i'd not be able to get a single lesson. Well I can't say that I am entirely successful !😃

What a chapter it was!!! I still think this Vegas with this pete is what I always wanted- gaining and giving at the same time. I just love how Porsche represents all of us extracting feelings out of Pete and making him realise what he is missing. The seeking of blessing from Tankhun is where I was sold to the boldness yet cuteness of Pete . VP was today's highlight...I just thought for a sec that Vegas had opened a company by their names and probably sending Pete his share of the profit. I know i sometimes want Vegas to be too simple so that Pete could relax. Well, it goes without saying that just now I have finished reading it but craving for more already. All the best author ! This fic will always have a special place in my heart ❤️

Hahaha I totally get the wanting to savour something and then not being able to resist devouring it in its entirety 😂

Ahhh thank you so much!! I’m so big on the relationships that either help or make people want to be better versions of themselves and this is definitely the case for the both of them in this fic!! (Tho probably more Vegas let’s be real lol)

Ha yeah Porsche is legit the audience being like, bro what the hell are you thinking??? Lol and we absolutely respect him for it. That man is providing the essential service of helping Pete pull his head out of his ass 😂 yessss!! So true!! Like he has got an ego even if he tries to pretend that he doesn’t!! And it was especially showing itself to tankhun in that moment!

Yeah lol was me being lazy coming up with a name but idk Vegas is kinda cringe and I bet he would have make it a combo of their names anyway hahah. God right if he could be more straightforward about everything including all his ulterior motives Pete probably WOULD be able to relax but only by a small margin. We all know that guy can’t stop his brain from overthinking in this fic. Ah thank you so much!! Yes looking forward to writing the next chap and finally getting into the coup!! It is going to be raw an emotional af and it is going to be a lot of fun to write!

Ah thank you 💜💜

#fic asks #I’ll fill the graveyards until I have you

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4ragon · 1 year

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hey sorry this is super late!! if u happen to be still doing prompts, can i request ‘Taking a break from washing dishes to slow-dance in the kitchen to their favorite song’ for narumitsu?

Lol I’ll be honest, I think I’m always down for these ask games until the point that I can no longer find the prompts.

“Really, Wright, how do you let the dishes pile up like this?”

“What do you mean?” Phoenix asked innocently, attempting to hide the overflowing sink with his back. “What dishes?”

Edgeworth glared pointedly at him, stepping forward to look over the mess. “Really, I leave you alone for one week, and already you’ve turned the place into a pigsty.”

“A pigsty?!” Phoenix had the audacity to look indignant at that. “It’s dishes. It’s not like I let Trucy disappear a load-bearing wall.”

Edgeworth raised an eyebrow. “...Again.”

“Again.”

Edgeworth sighed, shaking his head. “Well, that’s not the point,” he admonished. “Why on earth did you let these pile up so much? It’s not like we don’t have a working dishwasher you could…”

The two of them slowly glanced down, toward the little green light on the dishwasher.

“...And how long have the clean dishes been waiting to be put away?” Edgeworth asked dryly, crossing his arms, finger tapping irritably.

“...oh, you know.”

A beat. “A while then, I take it—”

“Listen!” Phoenix snapped quickly.

Edgeworth paused, already reaching for the dishwasher.

“...Oh, uh, sorry, I didn’t actually have any follow up.” Phoenix chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Didn't think you were going to let me.”

Edgeworth simply sighed in response. “Well, no time like the present I suppose,” he muttered.

The two of them began quickly unloading the dishwasher. Or rather, Edgeworth began unloading the dishwasher after about a full minute of arguing with Phoenix about where the dishes went.

“See? If I unloaded the dishwasher, you would’ve spent the entire day complaining about how I did it,” Phoenix muttered glumly, wiping down a few bowls that were still wet.

“Well, I wouldn’t have to complain if you would just pay attention to how everything is organized.” Edgeworth crossed his arms. “Now, help me clear out the sink.”

“Alright, alright,” Phoenix said, shaking his head. Then, “Oh! Hold on, let me just…”

He turned, and Edgeworth peered at him. “Wright?”

“Hold on…hold…onnnnnnn—there!”

Suddenly, there was music. Phoenix turned. “There we go.”

“Do we really need music for this?” Edgeworth asked as Phoenix turned on the sink.

“Eh, why not?” Phoenix grinned at him. “Come on, you just got back from Europe! Let’s have a bit of fun!”

“Fun? Why would—” Suddenly, there was a hand in his, and Edgeworth was being tugged forward. “Wright.” But Phoenix was smiling at him, and even after all this time, Edgeworth could feel a tug of butterflies in his stomach. “You are incorrigible.”

The two of them began to sway, music filling the air. “...I missed you, you know,” Phoenix said softly. “It’s no fun doing chores without you.”

“Hmph. And you find chores more ‘fun’ with me?” Edgeworth asked dryly, even as a small smile curled at the corner of his lips.

“Well yeah. Otherwise, I can’t do this.” And Phoenix leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Edgeoworth’s lips. “Have to recharge my battery somehow.”

“Ah, I see. So you’re just lazy.”

Phoenix laughed.

They swayed like that for a while longer, until the music petered out. Edgeworth sighed, annoyance gone, warmth blooming in his chest. I missed you too, he wanted to say. But as he opened his mouth, the words were interrupted by taiko drums. Edgeworth jerked. “Wh—”

“Oh, hey, I forgot I had the Steel Samurai theme song!” Phoenix said with a laugh, still attempting to dance with Edgeworth.

“Why on earth—?!”

“Come on, I know it’s your favorite,” Phoenix crooned.

“Wha—Of course it isn’t. And it’s certainly not a song to dance t—Phoenix.”

Another laugh, as Phoenix continued to pull him into a slightly livelier dance, pulling his arms back and forth.

All in all, it took at least another hour before the sink was clean. But, well, in the end, Edgeworth found he didn't mind.

(I'm still good to go for few more prompts)

#i am half asleep though hope there aren't any typos #narumitsu #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #wrightworth #fanfic #j

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drabbletale · 2 years

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Headcanon fellcest or not the fell boys are a package deal , if you date one your dating the other as well (two boyfriends for the price of one lol). For example one day stretch starts dating red the next day edge brings him flowers, lunch and calls him bade. Like these fuckers never talk but they're so intooned with each other like some kinda twin esp

So I kinda messed up with the 'they never talk' bit, I started an idea and got more carried away with it than I meant to. It's still the OT3 idea with them separately wooing Stretch, so I hope that's alright!

SpicyHoneyMustard (?) Dating Start! Head canons:

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Red was the one that courted Stretch first, Edge watching from the sidelines as his brother 'woos' their chosen 'third'.

Edge doesn't mind his brother being the one to start the process. Saves him from wasting his precious time, if it doesn't work out.

But Gods, does he want this to work out.

Stretch is perfect for them. He's far more laid back than Red, just being around him seems to calm the anxieties of both Edge and his brother. He also manages to slow Edge down, during those times that it makes sense to do so.

Even just as friends, Stretch had always been so easy to get along with. He always had something to talk about and when he didn't, he could keep up with any conversation he was brought into, no matter what it was.

And as loathe as Edge is to admit it, he could do with a lot more relaxation and personal time. He knows he is far too uptight and will, at times, lash out because of it.

But so is his brother.

And oh, Stretch's lazy smile drives Edge wild. Makes his insides burn with desire.

And Red feels the same damn way about him.

They had spoken before about adding another to their relationship and about a year later they had been lying in bed talking about a party all their friends had been to.

It started with the subject of Blueberry dating the Mutt. How they had been surprised that Slim and Blackberry hadn't been dating and how happy Black was that they had both moved to Blue's house.

Then the subject turned to Stretch. He seemed to be okay with it, because he kept his own room.

Edge had commented, after they had arrived home and were sitting in bed together, how sweet Stretch looked, sitting quietly on the couch as the party bursted with energy around him.

Red mentioned that perhaps he was quiet because he was upset.

It went from there. Both brothers quick to bring up that Stretch would be happier in a place where he, himself, was loved.

How they could love him.

They devised a plan that started with Red flirting with Stretch. Getting him to agree to a date. That date going well, then Edge approaching him and asking him on a date too. That date, obviously going perfect.

Then he'd take Stretch home and Red would be there.

Feeling high off a second perfect date, Stretch would be overwhelmed with joy at the idea of dating them both at the same time!

Everything would have to be perfect, so that there could be no doubt in Stretch's mind that this was what he wanted.

Knowing that, Edge was ready to throttle Red when he heard him tell Stretch another one of his stupid offensive jokes. They aren't even on a date yet!

To his surprise, despite shaking his head, Stretch was laughing and didn't pull away when Red linked their arms together and set his head on Stretch's shoulder.

"hey bud, ah... aren't you and your brother, uh, together? not that i mind you being close, but i'd rather not get my ass kicked."

Edge, listening from behind a wall at the bar they were sitting at, cringed inwardly. Was he really so violent?

Red closed his eyes, head still resting on Stretch's shoulder. "We have an 'open relationship'. Seriously, you can ask him. He doesn't mind."

Stretch paused at this and Edge's first instinct is to text Red to cuss him out for being so blunt! It's not long, however, before Stretch replies with a quiet, "are you propositioning me, buddy?"

Red looks up at him and winks and whispers something into the sensitive spot just under his jaw.

Edge expected Red to bring Stretch home that night, but when he shows up empty handed with a shrug, he admits to telling Stretch he's not a 'one night stand' or even a 'first date sex' kinda guy. It's a lie, but it buys them time.

Edge doesn't have time to spy on their date, but it would more difficult to do at the diner than it would be at the bar, anyhow.

Red is bubbling with excitement after their date, bursting through the door, eye lights bright and searching for Edge. It went perfect, Stretch laughed at all his stupid jokes, they held hands and...

When Red went to hug Stretch as they were saying goodbye, Stretch held him tight, their whole bodies pressed completely together, and he buried his face in Red's neck.

"he's perfect, boss! you're gonna love 'im!"

Why the hell HE, The Great and Terrible Papyrus, would be standing outside Stretch's sentry station waiting for him, with his damned hand shaking around the bouquet of flowers he had picked up, made no sense to him! He wasn't nervous! Stretch is the one that should be nervous!

.... Hopefully out of excitement and not fear, though.

The flowers were in a good many various colors, because he had been overwhelmed trying to pick out colors that 'mean' something. He had been so distracted that he hadn't thought to look up what the flowers themselves mean.

He didn't even know what kind of flowers they were.

Stretch arrives soon after and all of Edge's worries about dressing right, the flowers, if he should have brought a honey-based candy instead.... all of it just melts away because Stretch is looking at the flowers with the most genuine smile he's ever seen.

"are these for me?"

Stretch gets so close to him, close enough that only the flowers are between them. Edge's knuckles gently pressed against Stretch's ribs.

He is smelling the flowers and Edge is gawking at the top of his skull with a sense of awe for a couple of seconds too long.

"so... are you actually cool with red and i goin' out last night?"

Stretch still has his face down, as though he's a little nervous of the answer.

Edge uses his free hand to carefully lift Stretch's chin so they can look each other in the eyes again. "I'm happy that you two had fun. He told me all about it."

Stretch still doesn't look convinced, like Edge dressing as nice as he possibly could (Even wearing his special Dating Leather Jacket!) and bringing flowers to his work was some sort of ploy to 'get back at him'. "you two really have an open relationship?"

He seems skeptical, and for good reason. Edge would never want to have HIS brother sleeping with just anyone while they were together. Fuck that. But that isn't this and he hates seeing Stretch so nervous.

"NO." He says it firmly, but moves his free arm again, quick to catch Stretch around the waist as he moves to back away. "Only for you." He says as soft as he can manage, calming Stretch down, before letting him back off just enough to hold the flowers himself.

"These are for you! I am asking you for a date now! I hope that you'll accept, though if you're willing to date my brother, then I would expect that you would love to-"

"date you too?" Stretch wraps his arms around Edge's neck, and gives him the exact body-squeezing hug that Red had gushed on and on about.

Edge's soul was doing flips in his chest and it took a moment for his nervous heart to realize he needed to return the hug. He held him back tight, his face flushed a bright red as Stretch rested their skulls together.

Oh, he was perfect. Perfect for Red and Perfect for Edge and Perfect for them, to complete their Perfect Trio.

Edge closed his eyes and fell into the feeling of falling in love, all over again.

#spicyhoney #honeymustard #fellcest #fontcest #papcest #spicyhoneymustard #wow thats a lot of tags lol #okay sorry it doesn't super focus on red a lot and kinda missed a part of your prompt #hope you like it anyway!!

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pumpkinstrawbrew · 7 months

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how do you feel about nolan’s batman/scarecrow?

i’m not fully sure what you mean here. like, as in how i feel about the characters in that movie or that version of the pairing?

but either way, i don’t hate it! i don’t hate any of batman movies tbh. no matter, how different or hella campy they are compared to source material, i still can see smth redeeming in them. i’m generally somewhat lax n’ chill with superhero movies/games. in most cases, i’d be more nitpicky toward cartoons/newer comics, than i’ll ever be toward cinema or video games. nolan’s batman falls into that category too. it’s not my fav batman movie by any means, but it has its moments.

besides, i believe that it was the first dc’s newer *2000 era* cinematic project back then, n’ i happen to watch it as a kid, so i have somewhat nostalgic memories about it as well. i also must say, that the tone of nolan's dark knight was very different compared to more campy, playful batman movies till that point. so it was nice change too. very unexpected turn in a way.

personally, for me it was hit in some places n' a fairly big miss in the others. for one, i get why a lot of people were annoyed with who nolan chose to play the scarecrow, since yes, it is strange to see a character, who canonically was considered to be far from pretty *to put it mildly* suddenly becoming basically an opposite of it. but tbh, i usually not very sold on who they pick to play characters in those movies. so it’s not like i tend to be 100% pleased in that aspect. n’ i do find it somewhat amusing, that for once, jonathan can be a real ‘princess’, both in manners n’ looks. it took some getting used to for sure, but i’m not super-duper upset about that change! i feel like i would have more inner dissonance if that batman movie, where nicolas cage was about to play crane had actually happened lol. i mean, it could have been interesting tbh, bc i cannot imagine cage being tame in his performance, esp back then. so maybe it's actually too bad that it didn't happened, bc we might have gotten the most over the top jonathan crane, who ever existed. like, you see jim carrey's riddler n' there is still no riddler to this day to top his exaggerated, campy performance lol. n' i have this vibe here too. i can bet 10$, that nick would have improvised in some scenes, n' like licked batman's face or smth. .... ah man, now i kinda wish that it had happened, dang.

but uh err, back to nolan's movies. if i’m being completely honest here, my main pet-peeve with nolan’s scarecrow wasn’t his looks per say, but rather how little he was presented in those movies in itself, and how nothing was really going on there for him. it really rubs me the wrong way, that he wasn’t even his own thing, just a pawn for another batman villain to use. he was never allowed to play a major role in anything, despite *might be wrong here tho* how nolan said that he considers the scarecrow to be batman’s real arch-nemesis not the joker, so this is why he used the scarecrow first. the scarecrow being batman's real fuel is smth i’m 100% sold on, and it all considering, that i actually love the joker as character. but like, the clown gimmick is basically antipod to literally everything lol. him being batman's 'fuel' always felt kinda idk, a bit lazy to me. at least, make the black mask or two-face his arch-enemy, this would be way more nuanced vs the clown, who's just hella insane n' have zero morals. so if nolan was also one of those people, who felt that the joker can be put aside for a moment or two, n' let another old batman's rogue shine, welp, he didn't implemented said sentiment very well in his movies.

there was a lot of room to do smth with crane’s character. to flash him out in newer ways or craft him more specifically for the setting, that they had going on. batman 2022 actually got this bit right. their edward was still very riddler-like, while also possessing enough ‘original’ elements to make him exist within the movie’s narrative/tone perfectly. he felt like that movie's main villain specifically n’ he played the part. n’ it all considering how he also was on the screen for idk, 20 minutes at max. but his presence was important n’ left an impact. not hannibal lector from silence of the lamb level, of course, *you cannot beat a suspense masterpiece after all* but still, it was smth. n' it was one of those things, that made me like the movie way more, than i expected.

with this in mind, now compare it to how we had to sit through a long ass movie, where we were teased with the scarecrow being the main antagonist. only for it to turn out to be a lie. instead, crane was taking the back seat to ra al ghul. just degist this sentence. he wasn't even bested by the joker or bane. but by ra flipping al ghul. like out of curiosity, i asked a couple of people, who have very limited n' slight knowlege of batman's media as whole, but who watched nolan's movies, n' i asked them who was the villain in the first movie. and they all were like 'the scarecrow'. no one even remembers ghul. an' it's not bc crane did smth big in the movie, but it's bc no one really cares about that past lore, where ghul was bruce's teacher. everyone only remember, that he kinda died or smth, when the cave/building collapsed lol. granted, i’m also bias here, bc ra al ghul is one of those batman’s villains, who personally bore me. and naturally, him stealing the spotlight from crane doesn’t win him any brownie points with me. but like, idk. this is just so unfair to the scarecrow. i mean, his iconic fear toxin wasn’t even released by him or on purpuse, which had me like ??? as a kid. bc it just made zero sense. it would have been the same, if i dunno, a clock king in btas had released joker’s laughing gas, all while the joker himself was just sorta/kinda there. just idling in the background without any proper input, aside from being the one who created the said gas lol. this is what had happened there. so yeah, it was a very awkward way to make bruce's old asshole teacher revelant again. also jonathan being a drug dealer *kind of* an' having a 'business plan' is so hiliriously opposite of what he usually did in the comics/btas. maybe, he could have shared his knowlege of how to make money with other cranes, who are usually broke as hell lol.

n’ well, if i had to be nitpicky here, i also was disappointed with how little thought they put into crane’s scarecrow costume. the excuse of ‘they tried to make it more realistic’ doesn’t work on me, bc catwoman in burton’s batman was designed with the same idea in mind, n’ her costume was freaking awesome n’ creative. but oh well…it is what it is.

as for nolan’s scarebat version, well, i don’t mind it. i love comic/btas crane n’ bruce the most. love jon as that socially inept, unsightly, closeted gremlin, n’ bruce as a low-key emotionally stunted, but still sympathetic hero. but aside from that, i can see an appeal in a good-looking scarecrow, who might have the power to sway batman with one smokey look. granted, jonathan already acted all whorish around the bat in the movie, so it’s not hard to picture him trying to seduce his way out of an encounter with batman just bc he feels that he can do it. so just this one time, crane can have it ‘easy’, when it comes to wooing the big bad bat. there is also smth funny about people expecting the fearsome scarecrow to look literally anything, but how nolan’s one looks. an' i also must add, that i've read a few of nolanverse scarebat fics an' usually the authors doing a better job at flashing out crane, than the movie did lol. so props to them for that!

#❓#nolanverse #batman movies

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[ooc: starting the RP with @valkyrie-of-the-rising-sun on my noog this time cause I am lazy lol. Hope this isn't a problem]

[ooc: Big Sib Arrow to the rescue????]

[ooc: I. Did not know how to incorporate Hauyne's pokemon properly here so pretend they're there with Erin when Arrow goes to the HQ]

' First Imani, now Hauyne. What is up with everyone fainting,' Arrow frowns as they pick up Hauyne in theirs, '....if Flynn faints next, I'm having a heart attack. I swear,'

[Arrow rushes back toward the HQ, Firecracker right behind them. The minute the two enter, they are met with Erin. The younger girl's eyes go wide was she sees Hauyne in Arrow's arm, which quickly shifts into a harsh glare at Arrow.]

" I don't know," they huff, already tired of the hostility today, " She came to heal me, we got engulfed in some weird fire, and then she fainted. Do you know how to help her or not?"

[Erin stares at Arrow for a second, then looks down at the unconscious Hauyne in their arms. She sighs]

" Just.....follow me," she says, speed walking to the infirmary.

[Arrow follows suit, looking down to see if Hauyne has woken up yet. It was only then how....oddly peaceful she looked]

[Heading into the infirmary, Arrow was greeted by the warm smile of Imani, but it quickly turned into a horrified gaze as she notices Hauyne in their arms]

' How old is she?' they ponder, before shaking their head and catching up with Erin.

" Hauyne!" Imani cries, and she's about to get up-

" Don't get up," Arrow orders, " You need your rest. Please. "

[Imani looks between Arrow and Hauyne, her eyes filled with worry. She gives Arrow a reluctant nod, sitting herself back into her bed.]

" Thank you. Now where do I...ah,"

[Arrow walks towards a spare bed and places Hauyne on it. She's still unconscious. Was it the fire thing she did?]

[Arrow stands there for a bit. Staring at Hauyne. It all comes sinking in. They are in another universe. Another universe that they do not understand. They have been attacked, not once but twice, and any attempt at a calming moment is faced with some problem they don't know the answer to. It's so much. Too much.]

[They hear Firecracker whine as their body behinds to shake.]

" Arrow?" Imani's voice enters their ears as well. They look straight at her, face blank.

" I think I'm having a panic attack," their voice is scarily even, " I'm going to go now. I'll be back soon,".

[They don't even hear Imani's protest as they rush out the door. They know Firecracker is behind them- he's always behind them. No matter what. The minute the two are outside, Firecracker goes in front of Arrow, back towards them. Arrow immediately hopes on , and they take flight.]

' I'm so selfish,' they berate themself as they fly, ' They need me and I'm running away. Ryland was right,'

" Take me home," was all that was said.

[Firecracker only nodded. To home they went]

#[ooc: i'll be completely honest. i think i made things more complicated. so sorry about that]#[ooc: arrow is not having a good time. i don't think anyone is]#[ooc: I PROMISE IT'LL GET BETTER THEY WILL BE FRIENDS BY THE END OF THIS!!!!!]#oc: imani 🍒#oc: arrow 🪶

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lesbian-vmin · 2 years

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Ppyong 220416 Vlive (Hope + Tae + Min + Kook)

Ah well. I'm doing it. An analysis of the Hopevminkook live. muahahaha.

Please note: This is a serious analysis. There are no jokes and everything stated is my complete and honest thoughts.

Disclaimer: The above statement is 98% a lie. This analysis is full of jokes, thoughts, ponderings, and absolute nonsense. Because this blog used to be a fun place to express my thoughts. It's about time I took my space back. lmao

Oh. And there will be timestamps for everything. Because I am so serious about siting sources and making things easy to find for people. So I need to stop being lazy and do that more.

Disclaimer: There are jokes in here, and I do come in a little heavy with them in the beginning. I have jokes throughout, but once the actual live starts, I get a little more serious. I just had to make the first few seconds enjoyable while we waited for them to get started. Please hang in there and read the whole thing if you're interested in my thoughts at all because I do have a few things to say here. On any points that I brought up, I will be taking questions. Or if you have anything else to say about the live. Or if you just wanna talk about other vmin or any other ship or member moments. I'm open for anything.

@00:00:00 Hobi, we already saw you. We know you're there. You can't fool us, lmao. I know that people watching it live may have came in after he scooted away and disappeared, but come on. He has to know that people in the comments will be letting everyone know it's not just Tae at that point.

Also @00 - Tae be looking good in this live. I know you creepy peeps had to be flipping out about that little bit of chest exposure.

@00:00:05 Well. There goes Hobi.

@00:00:05-00:00:34 - It's Tae just sitting there. Being the gorgeous being that he is. Breathing. Ugh. Don't you just love it when this man just breathes? Like. Oof. That some good use of his lungs right there. There's a little bit of him making a face in there somewhere, and he licks and bites his lips. And then Hobi has to laugh. Like we don't already know he's there. Everyone knows he's there.

@00:00:38 - Okay. I'll stop playing so much now that we're actually in the part where they finally actually start the live. Min springs up out of nowhere. Did you know he was there? I sure didn't.

~00:00:40 - Hoseok pops up, too, copies the sound that Chim made, and you get to hearChim's adorable laugh.

@00:00:41 - Someone thinks that Tae is Jin, and Hobi thinks it's hilarious. I think it's hilarious, but - also. Think about it like this. Those that were asking if it were Jin? Come on now, we all know they were just calling Tae handsome. BTS should know by now that in Army lingo Jin = handsome.

@00:01:11 - Hobi. Is. So. Beautiful. Fight me.

@00:01:21 - Hobi still beautiful.

~00:01:40 - They are talking about how they usually gather when they're in the States. Or Las Vegas. Specifically these members. With Kook. Whom they suspect will be joining them after he's done with his workout. Duh. I want JK to join them. The four of them just have such great energy together. I mean, the seven of them all have great energy together, but...yeah. Okay. Dance line + Tae is a superb combination, but not the only amazing combination in this team of 7. It's just they're the one in question right now so let me talk about how great their energies are together. Ugh. I'd talk about any other combination the same way if they were the topic lmao.

~00:01:52 - They are starting to eat! You know it makes me so happy when these boys *cough* men *cough* are stuffing their faces. I think it's because food makes me happy in general. My peeps at work were making fun of me today because I kept asking if it was lunch time...as soon as we got to work lmao. I can't help it. I make a good lunch, and I look forward to eating every day lol

~00:02:00 - Jimin starts setting things up so that they can eat. Getting more food and everything. And Hobi is still looking pretty uwu

~00:02:30 - Jimin to the rescue once again as the camera has a hard time focusing. Hobi points out that it's probably because of the food, so Jimin fixes the camera angle.

~00:03:00 - Tae doesn't understand why people want to watching mukbang because watching it makes him hungrier. Same. I had to prepare a snack to watch this live lmao. And I am eating a snack while rewatching to do this analysis lol

@00:03:17 - Hobi's smile and laugh. Can't get enough of his sunshine. Also, Chimsmiling and being all cute and stuff. Can't spell adorable without Hobi and Chim. Well...I guess you can, but that beside the point.

~00:03:45 - Taehyung is saying that the phone is too far away to read the comments, and Hobi assures us that he will read them later. Ugh. Angel. uwu

~00:04:55 - Hobi can't eat ginger. This is one of the biggest disappointments to me. I love ginger. lmao I mean. It's a good thing I will never have the chance to eat with him. ;;

~00:05:045 - Where did Chim's plate go? Pretty sure Tae wanted to put some food on his plate, but he took it away.

@00:05:03 - Bibimbap is a signature dish from Korea. Which, of course many of you probably already know that. And if you've ever had it before, you know why. Yummy.

@00:05:40 - I'm not surprised to hear them say Korean food in the US is tastier. Most of my friends who studied abroad here said the food was tastier. I told them it's because we put too much of everything here.

~00:08:20 - There's some kind of telepathy thing going on between Vmin here. Even Hobi doesn't know what's up lmao

~00:08:25 - Chim trying to protect Armies from the risqué picture on the wall lmao

~00:10:35 - Oh no. Hobi ate ginger. lol. Cutie.

~00:11:10 - Jimin assures Tae that the food isn't spicy. Tae says he trusts him. This is important in just a few minutes lol

~00:11:55 - Tae takes a bit of the food that Chim said wasn't spicy, but he thinks it's spicy lmao. He gives Jimin a face and tells him that it's spicy. Jimin says "I know you" and tries the food. Like. Boy. I don't doubt that you know your Tae. But I think he knows himself more. lol At least in terms of what he considers to be spicy or not. Don't worry. I'm not going to pick on you (or assume that you two aren't close/best friends) because you can't gauge his spice tolerance with 100% accuracy. If it was that easy to falter my belief in your friendship, I wouldn't be here lmao

~00:14:35 - Now that he's had some food, Hobi decides to read the comments. He reads one comment, but claims his face causes an unstable connection. lol

~00:14:50 - Jimin thinks Hobi's unstable face is hilarious. I assume he had to have made a face or something, but he's off camera, so we don't get to see it. Tae thinks it's hilarious that Chim finds it so hilarious, and I also think he gets a glimpse at whatever Hobi was doing lmao Even so, he was enjoying watching Jimin laugh so much that it took a full three seconds before he looked at Hobi. Then of course has to look back at Jimin lying on the floor (still laughing, as we see when he comes back up). Talk about smitten. lol

~00:15:10 - Jimin comes back up, still laughing. With Hobi's face right against the screen, we have Jimin and Tae laughing in the background. Tae tells us that Chim's almost crying lol

~00:16:55 - Intense staring between Hobi and Chim. Tae glances at Hobi before he starts laughing, making the other two laugh lol They don't get what's so funny, but they're cute anyway. The laughing continues for a good while, but unfortunately I can't understand what's so funny :( So oof...nothing much to say about it. But then they're joking about the names of Korean foods in English, and continue laughing lol

~00:19:14 - Jimin talking about eating fried chicken, but can't say the brand on Vlive. Hobi can't figure it out lol

~00:20:40 - There seems to be some more Vmin telepathy here. Like Tae could feel Chim's gaze on him. I suppose it's possible he could see Jimin staring at him from his peripheral, but eh. I dunno. It seemed more like he just felt the stare lol

The above image is Tae's face to Jimin leaving his side to check the comments. Poor little sad Taetae. lol (Disclaimer, because yes. I know this isn't him being sad that Chim is leaving his side. (probably. lol. no really.) It just so happens that this was his face the instant Chim went to read the comments, and I thought it was funny. So screenshot. And silly little analysis because I wanna be funny sometimes, but obviously admit when things are clearly taken out of context like this.)

~00:21:00 - Hoseok talking about how much he loves the food and wondering who picked it. Tae says that he did, and Hobi tells him that he loves him a lot lol because he likes the food. And then maybe it looks like Tae holds back a smile if you wanna see it (if you're looking for v/hope is what I'm saying).

~00:21:30 - While Jimin was up reading the comments, he says that the Armies keep asking the boys to marry them. Tae then asks the Armies if they want to marry them. Chim looks back at Tae, and Hobi looks at Chim. After looking at Chim, he then looks at Tae. We don't get to see Jimin's expression here, but let's play a little lol. Maybe Jimin thought Tae asked in a cool/smooth way, so he looked back at him. Or maybe he didn't want Tae to say that, and his look back was a warning for Tae to watch it. They do have to be careful a little bit about what they say, after all. Maybe one of them is getting married? (or is married?) or maybe they got married? since they're in vegas lmfao (takes the opportunity to drop this golden vmin fic in here for you guys) uwu lol okno. I can't say that. People will attack my askbox lmao. Whatever it was (and it being nothing is also a possibility) I can't begin to shoot out accurate guesses probably lol

~00:21:53 - Jimin decides that the Armies don't have anything to say either, so he goes back to sit down.

~00:23:28 - Ugh. I have never wanted to be Jimin so badly. To sit right there next to Hobi while he's looking like that? lmao Only joking, but also not. Sorry. I'll keep fangirling over Hobi to a minimum lol maybe

~00:24:23 - After Tae has been reading the comments for a moment, a fan tells him to go enjoy his food. Good on the fan. Tae and Hobi separate to let Tae have his spot back because of course he needs to sit next to his chimmy that's where his plate is lol

~00:24:25 - Oh. So is this a glimpse to how the dumpling fight got started? lmao Tae and Jimin can't decide whether to eat the ice cream now or wait. I imagine this is very mild compared to That Incident, but it's cute back and forth nonetheless. Jimin giggles about it uwu In the midst of it, we have Hobi moving closer to the screen again. Can you hear that? Is that my heart beat? Hobi, I can't handle you being so close lmao I'm SORRY. I'll stop. He's like close enough for me to kiss his forehead, but I can't kiss his forehead ;; This is torture ono I want to ruffle his hair unu

@00:26:02 - I guess that was their last spoon

~00:26:28 - More vmin soulmatery with them sliding off the couch at the same time lol

~00:28:15 - Hobi was talking about a friendship tattoo that was supposed to be a secret? Well, anyway. Little cuties up at the camera trying to say friendship in English and giving it his all. Proceeds to try and spell it, gets to 'r' and decides to simply ask "yes or no?" instead. Good save, Hobi. You did a solid. Also yes, that is Chim in the background eating with "the last spoon" that he gave to Tae earlier. Nothing weird. They do it all the time. The seven of them. Anyway. Back to the friendship thing, they seem surprised that Army will pretty much support them no matter what. I mean. Come on. Of course we will. We're like family lmao

~00:30:00 - Tae wants to know how long everyone has been an Army. Ey. If anyone reads this analysis this far and cares to, let me know! How long have you all been Army? Me? I've listened to BTS from the beginning, and I considered myself a fan since I was watching all of their content. However, I don't claim the fanbase name until I actually participate with other fans, and it was 2015 (or the HYYH era) in which I really solidified my identity as an Army.

~00:31:35 - They talk about Jimin's OST. They admit that they've already gotten to hear it, which is a privilege of them being part of the same group. And friends. But anywho. Let's talk about Jimin wanting to try new things and branching off and doing his own thing. He's always been the sort that says he want to collaborate "with his members" before doing anything with other people, and I have a lot of respect for him for caring about his members so much. That being said, I really am so happy to see him building his confidence and working on projects like this. His first song to be released on an official album was Friends. It took him seven years to create a song for an official album, but he did it. I can't express enough how happy it makes me to see him creating things, and I look forward to what we might be getting from him in the future.

~00:33:20 - They're talking about being natural with us, and Hobi's like...let me pretend the camera's not there and show them my back. Okay. But I wanna see your face ono Not that the back of his head isn't adorable too lmao gdi I will stop fangirling eventually lol

~00:34:55 - but not now apparently Hobi's laugh just makes my day. Ugh. I swear. If anyone ever comes to me and says anything bad about this ray of sunshine and all that is good in the world, I will FIGHT. Spit you into the fire and sell your soul to Satan. (Seriously. I have blocked people who sent any BTS member hate to my box. Don't do it.)

~00:36:00 not Tae smiling and looking at Chim's butt while he does pushups on the couch? lol okno but he really did

This tongue bite and side eye glance @ jimin. Time stamp in the screen shot lmao. obviously I'm playing.....

~00:36:40 - They think Army keeps seeing them like babies? Look. I made several attempts to refer to you all as men during this analysis lmao But you will always be boys to me. Mm. Hobi? Just two months younger than me, so he's not a baby in my eyes. Chim and Tae are getting close, but Kook is an absolute baby. When I say "baby" or "kid", obviously I know they're adults but they're younger than me. They can drink. And party. And have sex. They're adults. Grown men. Whom I will forever call boys because I call men boys in general. If I can be called a "girl" at 28 years old, they can be called "boys."

~00:37:15 - The fans want a heart. And Hobi gave them a heart uwu so precious. Oops sorry. Jimin looks at Tae and tells him to do the mouth thing. Hey. It wouldn't hurt my feelings if you two updated that selfie again for Tae's birthday this year. You know. The one as my dp? Please do lol And then Jimin sending hearts to Tae because why wouldn't he? lmao

~00:38:30 - They're scatting, but Tae gets into it. Ugh. Adorable lmao And Hobi being adorable in the background.

~00:38:47 - Ugh. Look at all that empty space on that couch next to Hobi. That's more than enough room for me. Let me be there ono

~00:38:50 - Hobi smiling fondly at vmin getting into wishing fans a happy birthday lol

~00:43:45 - Oh no. Hobi's getting closer again. My heart can't take it lol I need more Hobi dance videos. Seeing him dance in the little space here is cute, but I wanna see him dance

~00:44:30 - Hobi moves off camera ;; He's giving vmin their space lmao he just likes watching them. He admitted it. lmao

~00:45:04 - Oof. Hobi. I just wanna lay my head on your chest ;n;

~00:47:32 - All right. All right. The last three timestamps were all Hobi. I'm sorry. Here, we have Jimin serenading Tae. Happy? lol

~00:48:36 - Here ya go. The time stamp is where Jimin slaps Hobi's butt. A bit before this, they were bantering a little. Hobi asks to go take a shower, but Jimin says he'll go first. Cute little Ji/hope moment.

~00:48:40 - But then Jimin says he's going to the bathroom for real, and Tae wants to join him. lmao. No, only one of them can go at a time, Jimin says. I assume that there's probably more bathroom available than one, not that this was any "suggestive" thing going on here. Even if there's only one bathroom in the hotel room, they have their own rooms to go to. Either way, Jimin probably didn't want two of them to disappear at once, leaving one to film by himself. Tae never does go to the bathroom, though. So there's that lmao

~00:49:35 - Hobi is missing his Kookie ono "Our usual group is if Jungkook is here. But he's not here. This is not usual." Poor boo unu He says he thought JK would come, but he hasn't yet. I also thought he would come. I need my dance line + Tae combo. ;;

~00:50:40 - Tae is apparently looking for a compliment on his golfing ability. Hoseok doesn't give him one, so he tells Jimin when he returns, and of course Jimin has to compliment him. These two know each other too well lmao

~00:53:41 - Yeaaaahhhh They left just enough space for me between Hobi and Chim lmao. I am just kidding. I am not that small.

@00:54:48 - Not really my culture (or theirs) to say bless you, but they are in America. So Bless you, Tae. lol

~00:55:00 - Okay. Just for a second, let's appreciate the two different reactions to this story. Hobi and Tae both think Jimin's story is funny. While Hobi is not looking at Jimin while laughing, Tae keeps his eyes on Chim the whole time. And. Ugh. I can't help it. Let me appreciate Hobi's precious laugh. :D

~00:56:35 - Vmin stans. Just appreciate vmin leaning into each other when Tae sits back on the couch again.

~00:57:20 - Enjoy some ji/hope talking while Tae looks at his phone. This is a really cute moment of them just talking, and more of Hobi's precious laughter. There's so much trust here. I don't even let people look at my phone screen. Not even my sisters lol. I'm too private ;; I'm working on it it's just an anxiety thing..seriously. You guys are even lucky I share my thoughts here. I get anxious about such this, which is why I disappeared when I got too much going on in my askbox with all the hate I was getting....but I'm good now...and now that I got that off my chest, let's move on.

~00:58:50 - Hobi telling us to get some sleep because it's late. It was late in my time when they did this, but I watched it. And even now that I'm rewatching this part and typing this, I really should be in bed instead lmao. But alas. Here I am. Thanks for looking out for me though, Hobi. You are a true friend.

~00:59:40 - During the time on the couch, Hobi keeps moving forward and leaning back, but at some points, he's leaning into Jimin, too. So there's more Ji/hope for your hearts content. Tae is on Weverse at the moment, so most of this time is actually Hobi and Jimin interacting with each other, with Tae quietly leaning into Jimin and surfing Weverse.

~01:04:30 - Tae is talking about Kook and speak of the devil lol Kook finally decides to join the live. Seriously. I was about to give up hope of this happening lmao I'm assuming they're not hanging out with the door open because you can hear the door being unlocked. So does Kook just have a key to Hobi's room? They don't make 7+ copies of hotel room keys (because that would not be very secure, two is usually the limit), so I doubt that the members just have keys to each other's rooms. Yet. Kook seems to have a copy of Hobi's room key. Or the door was unlocked...but I'm not even sure if that would be possible. I've never tried to unlock a hotel room door before (to where no card key is needed to enter).

~01:04:50 - Kook finally shows his face to the camera! Hi baby! You look so cute after your workout lol There's some bantering about Jimin losing weight, and the fact that he ate. Kook has an overdramatic reaction to it. I imagine they probably had a deal to "keep each other" to some kind of plan, and Jimin betrayed him. lol But it's whatever and they shake over it.

~01:05:00 - Hobi moves off the couch to let Kookie sit. Is he moving to let Kookie have a seat on the couch instead of forcing him to sit on the floor after his workout? Or is he moving to let Kook sit next to his boyfriend Jimin? *coughs*Hopekook is real, so I'm gonna go with the first one*coughs* What? I didn't say anything. *coughs*but that's what I was getting at with the hotel key anyway*coughs* What? Hobi's probably just being a sweetie and letting Kook sit on the couch since he was just working out before that. Hobi is a sweet boyfriend like that.

~01:05:17 - Then we have Kook leaning into Jimin for some Ji/kook moment. uwu

~01:05:53 - There you go. Our TK moment. Tae saying that he gave a certain workout a try after learning it from Kook. And Kook even complementing him (or teasing him? I can't really tell) uwu either way they are too sweet. ouo

~01:06:00 - Kook excited about getting a boxing partner when Jimin starts boxing lol He is too cute

Anyway. I've not got time for a few more time stamps because I really do need to go to sleep and I need to wrap this up. There's a few more cute moments in here. You've got Kook wanting to go take a shower, and Tae tries to leave, too. Kook insists that he stays and finishes the live with them since he started it with them, and Kook actually ends up staying to the end, too.

Overall, this was a very entertaining live. I'm disappointed that Kook wasn't a part of it until approximately the last 10 minutes, but oof. It was so good to seem them just interacting and talking and telling stories. And doing the little quiz thing that I didn't time stamp in here, but it happens when Hobi and Jimin are in their own little world together with Tae looking through Weverse.

Anyway. That's it guys.

I hope that you enjoyed it. And yes. I am 100% completely gay (hence the name lesbian-vmin). I like women. Not boys. I'm just a little less gay for Hobi, but I'm like 100% joking if I ever say anything that sounds a little straight about him lmao. Still gay.

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smol-tired-binch-blog · 7 months

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Demonverse District Colour Palettes

By this I mean the colours associated with each Sin/District. Obviously this doesn't mean you like, can't wear a colour in a certain district, but it's moreso there's recurring themes (plus I like colour coding lol)

Pride: White, Yellow, Gold

I feel like these are very bright and regal colours. Naturally it's a District full of people who take, well, pride in their appearances, so I can imagine it being filled with very proud, majestic buildings. Red and purple are also not uncommon accent colours (purple having royal associations and red being very striking, and matches its Viceroy and King, Lucifer)

Greed: Black, Yellow, Gold

Now, this is fun, cause I feel like it'd be very similar to Pride with the love of gold, but I like the black as being more striking, or at least a different type. As it's full of people with expensive tastes, this District is luxuriously decorated on the surface, but most quickly run out of money as they spend it as recklessly as they did in life but forget they have no way of accumulating it back. Very much a facade of beauty but underlying sense of things crumbling, falling apart. Still has its own magnificence in a way, but less so than Pride. Purple is also favoured as an accent colour (again, royal colour), but they prefer green to red.

Gluttony: Red, Rainbow

Yep, I'm cheating with this one. Red is UNDOUBTEDLY a favoured colour; the colour of wine, of fruits, of meat, of blood. However, food comes in a variety of forms and flavours, and therefore, colours. Blue might be the least common colour, along with orange, but honestly, every colour is here (with the amount of candy themed demons I make, pastel pinks and purples and blues and yellows tend to be fairly common). Bright jewel tones are favoured, deep rich colours, but as said, anything goes, really.

Lust: Purple, Pink, Red

"I always knew, I always said / That silk and lace in black and red / will drive a man right off his head". That's from Bring On The Men from the Jekyll and Hyde musical, and it's true! We all know red and black is the sexiest colour combination, but black looks good with everything, and it's VERY damn sexy to pair with purple and/or pink. Mix and match these lovely colours for some great looks really! Yeah, these are simply the sexiest, most passionate colours I can think of that gets the mood across. Nothing like a dark room lit only by garish purple neon or dimmed pink lights, is there? Yes These Are My Favourite Colours Other Than Blue Why Do You Ask

Sloth: Blue, Teal, Silver

Sloth's a fun one because it's overall a very dreamy, slumber-esque place. Much softer colours here in contrast to the louder, brighter Districts. Soft yellows and white also tends to be common accent colours, but there is a heavy emphasis on starry night skies, soft beds, slumberous vibe to the place. Funnily enough, though, Hellborns from this District tend to be the busiest and hardest workers. Guess it's Belphegor's influence. Most people around here end up being sent to work elsewhere (ironic punishment for laziness I suppose), no wonder they're knackered and just wanna sleep when they return home. Beautiful place, though. Try not to let it lull you into a false sense of security.

Wrath: Orange, Red, Black

The most 'classic' Hell imagery. It's the hottest District filled with equally hot-headed people, many of them decked out in leather, even though that probably doesn't help with the heat, which probably makes them EXTRA cranky. Ah well, it's Hell for a reason, right? The roughest place, not one you want to brave alone if you like your limbs exactly where they are.

Envy: Green, Teal, Grey

I say green is one of the most common colours, as obvious as that may be, but it's true. However, teal, grey, even blue and black are favoured highly. In fact a lot of people are sick of the colour green (seriously I promise you you are NOT the first person to say 'green eyed monster' to them). In contrast with Wrath, it's the coldest District, and also the smallest, but also one of the roughest and meanest. The people are cold, defensive, and hostile to others, and it's dreary colour palette reflects that. Similar to Sloth's, but cold rather than comforting. Still, there's probably some strange beauty to be found here, like how the wet, slick streets of Great Yharnam and the Fishing Hamlet from Bloodborne communicate a dead place that's still, somehow, teaming with life.

#Smol's Demonverse #colour schemes #worldbuilding #technically I guess? anyway i made a post on Discord about this AGES ago and then FORGOT TO SAVE IT BEFORE THE SERVER WAS DELETED #so this is a bit less rambly with longer paragraphs so i hope it reads well. i think it's fun :)

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Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag mother of hurricane Emily 😅

Do you guys have Raising Canes in Oklahoma? They have iced tea and its almost close to how southerners make tea. And their Texas toast is so good.

How are you this morning? Did you sleep alright?

I read Chapter 4! So there is still an epilogue? When will that come out? I don't think it was poorly executed.. just the last bits kind of went too fast? I'm not sure how to describe it. Also, I was waiting/hoping that R was going to kill Nat for murdering Wanda. Or after seeing Nat kill Wanda, something snapped with R and they're like holy shit what the eff 😳 hahahaha

Maybe you just have the winter fog. Don't best yourself up for a story if it doesn't do too well! You are still amazing for writing something and putting it out there 😁

Oh yah I know what you mean. Knowing what it was and actually looking at it, I was horrified. Sometimes when I think of food that way, it makes me not want to eat any type of meat. But chicken and steak is so good lol

Hm, gourd is like a..pumpkin but not really. Or squash. So this ampalaya is green, and how it looks it is long and has ridges. And when you cut it, there's seeds inside. I guess it a vegetable. 🤔

I still want to taste frog but at the same time I don't. Just thinking about how slimy and ugly it looks.. I don't think I can eat it. Even though I've had snails before. And that is slimy. But it's weird cause I cannot imagine myself eating oyster. Have you had snails? Or clams? Oysters? I don't remember if I asked you if you liked seafood. I know you like fish but only some fish.

I feel like I've asked you almost all the questions that a person would ask to get to know someone 😅🤣 I also don't remember what questions I have asked, so I don't want you to repeat yourself lol but I am not bored of you, ya goose.

Hm, my style of clothing... I like comfort. So, right now I am in my lazy clothes phase, just shirt and sweatpants. I only really dress nicely when I go out with friends, and that's just a polo/button up shirt and pants.

What's your favorite brand of shoes?

- CuriousGeorge

Corn-punn! Hi!

I think we do. CA has it too. Yeah their iced tea is good n i love their texas toast! Their chicken r tender too.

I woke up okay.. tired.. n still kinda down about my writing. I did another fasting today. N now im sipping a good iced coffee.haha.

Hows ur headache?

Yeah i thought the same. I went too fast. N i knew it wasnt good enough. I tried to make it longer but i couldnt. So yeah, i knew it was a bit anticlimatic. 😭

Yes there will be an epilogue. I dont even know if im gonna write it good or not.

Whoaaaa.. ur idea is pretty twisted n i love it. Trust me, i think u have a great imagination n mind.😁

Thank you for being sweet n try to cheer me up. I appreciate it.🥰

Haha yeah, meats r great if it's cooked perfectly. Beef is my favorite. I only eat dark meat for chicken. I like pork too. Seafood is actuallt the best.😅

Ah i see. The description sounds like an eggplant type of vegies.. i dont like eggplant because it looks like just how u drscribe the gourd.

Frog actually taste like chicken even softer. I just cant eat it thinking how it looks like before it's cooked. Plus when u see it the raw frog legs ready tk cook, it gross me out some part has like silver-ish color to it like a scales but not scales plus when it lays there acts like it's the sexiest animals but it's not. Ugh i just cant.

I tried aligator meat when i went to new orleans. It taste like chicken but i cant eat it either, thinking how ugly aligators r n look so dirty in the swamp. 🤢

I tried escargot /snails when i was on a cruise ship trip. It was amazing. It was baked in a simple garlic butter. It was delicious. I eat clams but i dont eat the big green clams.

N big no for me on oysters. I once try oyster shooter at a sushi place. It's a shot of sake with oyster in it, n they put something like caviar n salmon egs n a bit of sauce or something. I dont like it. Pluuuus i got food poisoning from the oyster. It was one of the worst night of my life, i threw up so bad. I even had to pulled over on the side of highway because i had to throw up.

As i got home, i keep throwing up all my guts all night long.. i even kept waking up n ran to bath room to dry heaving all night even when nothing comes out anymore from my stomach. N after that i was traumatized with sushi for a few months n i didnt eat sushi at all for a while. It was my first n last time tried raw oyster.

I tried grilled oyster in new orleans too, still not a fan of it. Haha.

Yes i love seafood but only shrimp, crabs, squid n octopus. Yes i only eat certain type of fish.

I dont mind if u ask the same question. Theres a high chance i probably not remember if u have asked me that question before.haha. so whatever question u hv in mind, u can ask me whether u hv asked me before or not.

I might asked the same question too since i hv a bad memories. Haha.

Ah i see. I like ur style of clothing. I am the same, i like anything comfy. I love jeans, long sleves or half long sleeve, jackets, cardigans or sweaters. I sometime wear dresses when it's needed but mostly i weat pants ,legging, jeggings or jeans. I wear high heels if it's needed.

My favorite shoes brand? Hmm Skechers, Sperry, and Keds. But i dont really care about brands, as long as it's comfortable, i'll wear it.

I dont care about designer shoes like gucci, or other brands if they r not comfy. U? N what type of shoes u like to wear?

Cheerio!

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