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ren-therose · 3 years

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The Penthouse Plot

Sherlock X F!Reader (3.8k words)

Summary: Sherlock, John and Reader all go to a penthouse party to pick up some clues about their newest case. But Y/N and Sherlock are put in a compromising situation.

Warnings: smut 18+, semi-public sex, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), creampie, squirting, after care

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“We are going to a party”

This was an incredibly abrupt statement from the detective who was still in pajamas at four in the afternoon, slouched down into the arm chair with the news paper covering his face. I couldn’t see his emotions, but I could tell that the idea had already been formulated, and he had not quite been excited out of it. His boredom was chronic, and it would often times only be soothed by myself to get him out of it.

The first time we met, I was sitting on a park bench in Paddington Street Gardens, not but two blocks away from his flat. As if drawn to the cigarette I was smoking, he walked up as casually as he could, coat turned up, and sat on the bench over from my left. I didn’t look, but I was aware that a tall, dark man was watching me as I tried to solve today's crossword in the paper.

He leaned closer, trying to take in the smoke for the nicotine high. With a slight glance his way, it was all I needed to take the cigarette from my mouth in my left hand, and casually rest it on the bench next to me. I blew out the smoke to the right side of my mouth though, purposefully keeping it from him, allowing my lips to guide the smoke in a stream to dissipate into the morning air. Still looking at the crossword, I began filling in 20 across, feeling a sense of intrigue and frustration emanating from the man next to me.

“It’s not diva, its aria,” a deep voice says. I smirk, not looking up to his face quite yet.

“No shit, Sherlock. 18 down is ‘erie’, so why would I put down diva?” I inquire, but before he could answer, I reply myself. “I was proving my hypothesis: is the detective next to me just trying to second-hand smoke, or is he actually paying attention to me? And the answer was both.”

He stands and comes to sit on my right side, not looking at me directly. The cigarette dangling from my lip wasn’t his main concern anymore.

“How quickly did you realize it is only an herbal cigarette Mr. Holmes?” I ask, erasing my trap from 20 across.

“As soon as I first looked at you. You have no stains on your fingers from the smoke, as well as no burns, which tells me you don’t smoke often. If you were a smoker, you would need at least a pack a day, and these tell-tale signs would be there. You don’t need to smoke because there isn’t an addiction. I presume you do it to attract men, though possibly women too, and to fit into the culture of London, as you are not from here. But you specifically looked up this park because you were looking for something or someone. I would presume it is me, considering you recognized me through my name” he says smuggly, finally looking at me. I didn’t know it then, but he later explained that he was shocked to see the prominence of my “subtle beauty”, and the way in which I held posture in every way that symbolized I was relaxed next to him. This of course was followed by the fact that I was so comfortable that I had gained a pound within the first year of knowing him.

“So you are as good as they say,” I reply, looking up into his clear blue eyes. Those eyes dart down to my lips where the cigarette is still being held by the moisture of my mouth. I remove it, holding out the cigarette between my fingers. “I can imagine it is worlds different from a regular cigarettes addictive effects, but the smell of smoke and the herbs inside might calm you,” I offer. He leans down and takes the cigarette in his mouth, inhaling deeply. I let go of the cigarette as he leans back and removes it. He exhales out, happy to have something other than CO2 leave his lungs.

“You could have phoned” he said nonchalantly. I closed the newspaper and turned my body slightly more towards him.

“No I couldn’t. This isn’t about a case or me looking for my parents or some shit. I needed you to listen. I am a doctor and I am looking for the topic of my next publication” I state. His eyes widen a bit, as he gives me a once over. I was quite young to have a doctorate, but the ambition I have was intriguing to him.

“Great, another doctor. And you must study some form of psychology right?” he implies.

I chuckle as I brush the hair behind my ear to look at him as I explain my credentials.

“BA in a social science and a minor in Women's Studies and Gender, just to make it easier on you. Two masters in something to do with policy and a knack for behavior trends across cultures. A PhD in…” I trail off to let him figure it out.

“International Relations. You couldn’t let go of the need to work abroad and help other. You also study the difference in human behaviors and how it can be interpreted and persuaded. It is why you are now living in London, after living in a southern European country, and I’m going to go with Italy” he responds.

I raise my eyebrow at him. “Italy was fun. I spent most of the time on the mainland with a friend and would visit their family in Sardinia”.

“He was gay wan’t he?”

“Not that he himself knew.”

The detective laughed. It was the beginning of a friendship, with many late nights, bad coffee and fighting. I lived in the basement of 221 Baker Street, after coming to a bargain price with Mrs. Hudson if I agreed to get rid of the black mold and redo the space for future renters. When I asked her why she was already thinking of future renters, she just smiled and told me Sherlock's door was open and I could just walk in.

Now, a year and a half later, I was in his flat, in my own night gown and robe, working on pot of tea to make a London foggy, one of Sherlocks favorite drinks I could make. I had told him that if he got to work in his pajamas, or just a sheet at times, then he couldn’t expect anything less of me. But his abrupt statement that we were going to a party had me do a double take.

“A party? Are we feeling like clubbing tonight Sherlock?” I tease.

“It is just a bit of field work. But I need you to come with as my date so that I am not bothered by lonely, sad women.”

“Ah yes. All the lonely, sad women will flock to the handsome, cocky detective for comfort and an inquisitive night,” I mock, bringing the tea to him.

“Isn’t that what you did?” He says without looking up.

Offended, I grab the paper from his hands and smack him on the head with it. He flinched, protecting his tea from me.

“Haven’t you figured it out by now? I’m here for John” I say, tossing the paper into his lap. Sherlocks mouth slightly gapes before he snaps it shut, looking behind me.

“I’m sorry, what did I just walk in on?” John says from the doorway. Sherlock turns red as I walk up to John, pulling my leg up on him, placing my hand on his cheek while giving him a lingering kiss on the other, maintaining eye contact with Sherlock. “Afternoon John,” I say with a flirtatious growl. He didn’t move since my dramatic act, and as I exited the apartment to get ready, I hear John exclaim “I could get used to that kind of welcome”. I laugh as I hear the paper get thrown at the doctor.

Two hours later, and a lot of fighting with a curling wand, I hear a knock at my door. I do a once-over of myself in the mirror. It was a high-end party, requiring a more put together look, and I was determined to look my best. In helping Sherlock and John, I realized that I rarely dressed up-practicality and professionalism is key.

I put my phone into my handbag, and slipped my feet into my black pointed stilettos. One more once-over in the mirror next to the door, and I unlatched the lock. As soon as I opened it, the detective couldn’t help but let his eyes wander. My hair was in loose curls around my face, and the dress, oh the dress, flattered my body in every way. It was a silk green dress, that hugged every curve. It was ruched in the sides, creating a tight draping across my abdomen. The fabric on my bust sat just below the tops of my breasts, and dropped to my off-the-shoulder sleeves. I was wearing a simple emerald necklace with matching earrings, and a ruby ring on my left hand. My legs were well accentuated, and the stilettos did wonders for my posture. Still, I was the same girl in pajamas at this now well suited man's place as I was now.

“You’re giving yourself away Detective,” I flirt, walking by him to climb the stairs to the front of the building. I make extra care to add a little movement as I climb, knowing he would be right behind me and very distracted. It was my favorite game to tease both of the boys, but especially Sherlock. It was always a game, and he loved games. As I exited the building, John was waiting for us outside, also dressed sharply. His eyes widened as I walked towards him.

“In the words of a great detective, ‘Your body betrays you’ John. It’s still me inside this get-up. Now where is the cab?” I ask.

“Umm...uh, there hasn’t been an available one yet...” he forces out.

London was busy on a Saturday night, and it could often be difficult to find a cab. Lucky for us, my dress is pretty reflective, and I was going to use that to my advantage. I stepped off the curb just slightly, jutting out my shoulder blades and putting my weight on one foot to give myself more shape. By the time I had raised my hand, two taxis pulled up. I heard a cough behind me, Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson both smirking at me.

“I’m sorry, did you have a better idea?” I shoot at them. I open the door for myself and climb into the cab. The two men clambered in after me.

The party was at a lovely high-rise in the middle of London. It looked to be a penthouse, but one grander than I had ever seen. As the three of us exited the elevator, we looked at each other once more, setting our plan in motion. John was to walk around and mingle, while Sherlock and I were to snoop about the place, looking for context clues. I grabbed a flute of champagne from one of the trays, and Sherlock and I began our promenade. We quickly realized that I was drawing a bit too much attention in my get-up and we would need to look around before people noticed we were gone. Our arms entwined, we strolled past the main crowd into a hallway, casually chatting the weather. The detectives hand was on my waist, holding tightly, as though I might leave his side. It was different than they way he usually grabbed my arm to move me around or out of the way of harm.

We were looking for the bedroom of our hosts place, though, it did not seem there was one here. The penthouse was more of a party pad then a living space, which lends more to our profile of him. We continued to walk, and came across a study. His hand slid off my waist as he entered the room. I stood outside with my drink, while Sherlock took note of every little detail there. As he came out of the room though, I heard footprints coming round the corner. I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the bathroom next to the study. As I pushed him in, our eyes searched each other for the next move that we hadn’t initially planned. Though we were going as a date, it was never really a date. Until now.

Grabbing the lapels of the detectives suit, I slammed my lips on his, pushing us both backwards onto the sink. Knowing that he was more recognizable. I spun him around so that my back was to the sink and his was to the door. I jumped on to the sink, hiking up my dress a little higher, so that I could hook one leg around his waist. Instinctively, his right hand went to my leg to hold it up, and his left hand was in my hair.

His lips. I had seen them a million times before, studying his face as he rambled about a case. While he was just a colleague and possibly a friend, there were a few times when I would fall asleep thinking about those lips. And here he was, kissing me on a bathroom sink at a party, with enough force to make me melt into it. My hand went to his hair, as he began to trail kisses down my neck, hiding his face in me so that his reflection could not be seen. My other hand was gripping his waist, trying not to slip into the sink itself. My shoe was dangling on my toes as our bodies continued to crash. We heard the door click open, and my eyes opened to see the host and his assistant wide-eyed at us.

“Occupied,” I panted, smiling with a small wave. The two quickly shut the door, their footprints receding down the hallway. As soon as it was quiet, Sherlock froze on my collarbone, neither of us moving for a moment. I removed my hand from his hair, trying to pat it back into place. He stood up, and looked down at me. My dress had ridden up further, and my black lace panties were definitely on display. So was the red in both of our faces. I glanced over his shoulder to look at the door, realizing that there was a lock on it. Sherlock didn’t look back. He kept his eyes on me.

He knew there was a lock. He wanted the situation. He wanted to get caught.

“Lock it” I demanded.

He took a few steps back and turned the button, locking the door. His eyes didn’t leave me. I was still propped up against the sink, both hands propped up behind me. My legs had still been open, and as his eyes raked over my body looked, I grew self-conscious and went to close them. But he stepped towards me, grabbing my lower thigh. I hesitantly opened myself back up for him. His hand moved up my thigh, while the other wrapped around my waist, drawing himself closer to me. I placed a hand on his chest, running it up until it was at the nape of his neck, playing with his soft, black curls. I gently tugged him toward me, and our lips attached once more. This time, it was more more sensual. Taking the time to just allow ourselves to feel one another. As he pulled away, I let out a small gasp as I felt his growing bulge against my clothed core.

He seized the opportunity to kiss me again, letting his tongue wander and explore my mouth, pulling me as close as I could be to him. He pushed himself against me, causing a soft moan to escape, as I involuntarily rolled against him. He smirked against my mouth, moving once more against me. I hissed, feeling myself grow wetter.

Sherlock pulled me off the sink, wrapping both of my legs around him before pinning me against the wall. I was sitting just on top of his cock, and the friction was even more frustrating. I grinded down on him, kissing his neck, while leaving small bites in between. I needed more though. I unwrapped my legs, and he lowered me to the ground. When he placed me down, I kissed him with passion while I started to undo his trousers. He walked backwards to the sink, leaning up against it, as I palmed him through his suit. His low groan made me quiver as I licked a long stripe up his neck to his ear, wear I softly bit the lobe. This drove him crazy.

Pants still undone, he whipped us around so that I was against the sink again. He pulled my dress up enough so that he could hook his fingers in the lace of my panties and pull them down. He lifted me up on to the sink to get them off of me. He worked them past my heels, and placed both of his hands on my thighs, rubbing circles into them with his thumb. His forehead was resting on mine and we were both breathing in sync. I opened my legs for him, as he traced his way between my legs. The violinist in him was showing, and he was going to work out the tension and boredom he had been feeling all day. His fingers came in contact with me, running through my folds. He went from my clit down to my opening, just toying with me. I let out a whimper as he placed his middle finger just barely inside of me. He slowly pushed his digit inside of me, causing a guttural groan to escape. I bucked into his hand, desperate for more. He pumped it casually, as if he had done this to me a million times and knew how I would react. He then slipped a second finger into me, causing me to emit another moan.

“Please Sherlock. No games,” was all I could manage.

He began to pump his fingers in a come-hither motion, curling them to hit my g-spot. I gasped with every movement, keeping as quiet as I could. He was working his way to get me as wet as I could be for him. I was starting to feel the tension in my stomach build when he placed his thumb on my clit and made sharp movements with it. I cried out, gripping his shoulders for support. I was going to need him soon if he wanted to me to finish with his cock inside me. But he kept pumping and rubbing, watching as my face conveyed every emotion he had ever made me feel. My arm wrapped around his neck, as I could barely keep myself up anymore.

“Sherlock, you-you’re gonna..m-make me..c-cum…” I stutter out. I am rocking against his hand, chasing what I can’t stop. This only urges him more, as he quickens his pace. Without warning, I cum all over his finger with a cry. But he doesn’t stop. He continues to work my pussy, until I gasp out “I’m...I’m gonna squirt”. He steps out from between my legs, his fingers not stopping. As he steps to the side, he leans in to my ear and finally says something.

“Show me”.

It was all it took for my orgasm to elongate itself, as I squirted on his hand. I couldn’t stop and was shaking, barely able to keep myself up. I almost crumpled backwards before he caught me. Once again, he was between my legs, his hands on my neck and waist. I reached for his painfully hard cock, pulling it from his pants. I started stroking him, causing his eyes to flutter close. I was still coming down from what he had done with just his fingers, but I needed his dick inside me. I looked up at him, and said something that I knew would only boost his ego, and he would probably use against me later.

“Mr. Holmes, I need you inside me, now”.

His eyes shot open, as I looked back at him with lust-blown eyes. My hand was still wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping him. He and his god-complex were completely enamoured with my new take of teasing him. I lined his cock at my entrance, but not before teasing him through my folds. Just that little movement caused goosebumps to erupt on my skin. As I put his tip in my entrance, he searched my eyes once more for the consent he needed. I pushed myself onto him a little, letting him know he could take me. He leaned in, pushing his length all the way into me. I let out a loud gasp, wrapping my arm around his neck once more, my other hand on his back. I was still throbbing from my previous orgasm, and I knew he could feel my warm pulse inside me. He slowly pulled out, and then quickly sheathed himself inside me again. Our pelvises were against each other and his gently movements drove me crazy. I let out a cry of ecstasy, letting my head roll back, exposing my neck. He kissed it gently, and then, lifted me off the counter and back against the wall. All I could do was struggle to remain quiet as he began quick thrusts deep into me, relentlessly hitting my sweet spot. He was open mouthed against my neck, breathing erratically as he continued to hold me up.

“You feel, s-so g-good,” I moaned, urging him to continue. He loved it when I complimented him, he had always been that way. But to be inside me as I told him how much I loved his cock, it was heaven for him. The guttural sounds from his throat proved to me that he felt the same.

“Y/n, I’m not gonna last much longer” he said, as though it would deter me. As he began to remove himself, I grabbed his face to look at me.

“I want you to cum inside, Detective,” I whisper, wrapping my legs tighter around him to prove my point.

His eyes widened searching my face as I was in taking all of him, bouncing on his dick in a penthouse bathroom, loving everything he did. Seeing what he could do to me, looking into my eyes as I stifled my moans, he began to stutter inside of me. I was on the edge too, and when his hot rope of cum shooted inside of me, my own orgasm exploded, milking him of the rest of his cum.

When we had both stilled, frozen with him still inside me, we could hear the party still going and the noise of London below us. He pulled his softening cock from me and as he did, our cum dripped down my thigh. My legs were incredibly weak, as he continued to hold me up. I reached for a hand towel to clean me up, but he beat me to it, wiping up and between my legs, careful not to cause pain from the sensitivity. He picked up my underwear that he had tossed on the ground somewhere, and helped me step back into it. I was still shaky if I bent my legs, but I knew he would hold me up. As we looked at each other, there was something new we both saw. Romance. The sexual chemistry that had been there was a response to the catalyst of romance.

Before we could discuss the aftermath of our actions though, there was a loud banging on the door. Smoothing out my dress just past the door, Sherlock opened it to find John, arms crossed, waiting outside.

“Are you shitting me Sherlock? You look like you just took a hit of something. Did you seriously lose Y/N at this party because you were trying to get hi…”

The door widened to reveal me, just behind Sherlock, makeup slightly down my fae, and both of our hair tousled. I smiled at John, knowing it wasn’t what he had expected. His jaw dropped, “Tha..you were,,,um...has this been long or...?” Dr. Watson stuttered.

“No John, that was the first time and it won’t be the last” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me past him.

“Don’t be too jealous John,” I said with a wink.

John didn’t know what to say except, “Are we done here?”

Sherlock and I walked arm in arm down the hallway, casting back a look at John as if to say “What do you think?”

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This was my first oneshot and was it trash? Yeah, maybe. So if you know me, no you don’t :)

Leave suggestions if you’d like, I’m writing smut I can’t find.

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hobgayblin · 3 years

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Don’t look at me I had a gay little idea for a pic/fic combo and I’m feeling emotions about it

Fic under cut but in summary: Rurik keeps his gloves on at all times because he’s afraid of accidentally blighting someone like he did himself and Dante makes him take them off and tenderly touch his face and maybe they kiss about it. I hate him.

Word Count: 2525

The king's eyes studied his guard as they had a million times over at this point. Frequently his look-overs were obvious and annoyed the man to no end, but he was too focused to notice this time. Rurik was busy sharpening his cutlass to notice Dante's stares. The scraping sound of the whetstone against metal reverberated off the high walls and filled an otherwise silent room. Silence was a strange phenomenon around Dante, but he was also too focused on something to speak at the moment.

His half-lidded emerald eyes fixed on Rurik's hands as they so skillfully tended to the sword. The many years of these same rituals of upkeep were evident with how deftly and quickly he was doing it; and while he was focused on his task it was clear he didn't have to think much about it, every movement was built into his muscle memory at this point. It was hypnotizing to watch his hands move, even if this was the thousandth time he's watched him do the same thing. Or even more, perhaps the millionth time he's stared at his hands, and thought about how they taught him how to fight... thought about how many people he must have killed with those hands... thought about how they feel around his throat, as they have been frequently when Rurik gets annoyed with him... thought about how he's never... really seen his hands...

For the years they'd known each other Rurik's hands had always been covered by a pair of black leather gloves. He liked to stay fully covered from toe to chin at all times, as most people in the Spade kingdom did, given the cold climate. But even in the times Dante had seen him dressed down his hands had always been covered up. Dante's eyes squinted as he continued to watch the gloved hands continue to work. His eyes furrowed in annoyance, the gloves being the only detail he could focus on now. Hiding things from him, from his king, was he? Dante wouldn't allow anything like that from his most trusted guard.

As much as he wanted to see them right at that moment, he knew better than to disturb Rurik's sharpening process; the first and only time he had done so his blood ended up being the polish for the blade that day. A shiver of slight fear and intense excitement shot up his spine at the memory... the way Rurik had taken advantage of his own regenerative ability when attacking him... such a cruel fighter, his guard was. The reminiscing was cut short when the scraping of the whetstone stopped echoing through the room. Dante's eyes focused again and watched Rurik set the stone down and reach over to grab the polishing tools. As the gloved hand outstretched, Dante darted his own hand out and very gingerly grabbed Rurik by the wrist. The gentle grip only lasted a fraction of a second before tightening as Rurik immediately tried to pull away. Rurik's eyes immediately lit aflame with anger as he looked up at Dante and tried to pull away again. His grip tightened further and the corners of his lips curled into a wicked grin as Dante pulled Rurik closer to him. Before the guard could do anything, Dante brought his other hand up and danced it around his fingertips a bit before starting to tug at the tips of the leather glove.

"What do you think you're doing?" Rurik's voice boomed through the room, and his hand curled into a tight fist to impede Dante's task.

Dante's hand curled gently around the fist, but his grip on Rurik's wrist tightened like a vice. His eyes softened and his smile became a bit more crooked, but Rurik's gaze stayed intense and a snarl tugged up at his lip.

"I'm curious..." Dante's voice was tinged with slight mockery as always, "What could you possibly be hiding from me with these gloves of yours?"

"My hands, Your Highness," Rurik's words were spat out through gritted teeth as he continued trying to tug his hand away. "What else could be under gloves?"

Finally, Rurik freed himself from the fiend's grip and rubbed his sore wrist with his other hand. There may have been a bit of magic behind that hold, usually it's much easier to escape from the King's grasp. Dante's eye twitched at him getting away, but he straightened his back and continued to smile, unnervingly gently, at Rurik.

"I'm not stupid," frustration leaked through his words though his face stayed soft, "I was just wondering why they're always covered."

"Perhaps you should ask instead of getting grabby. I know how much you love to hear yourself talk so I thought that would have been an obvious option."

"I did ask. Are you losing your hearing in your advanced age, General?" The annoyance shone through a bit more now, his smile dropped for a second before it morphed into a more strained smirk.

"You need to learn to ask a little nicer when you want something." Rurik shot a deadly look at Dante and the two held silent eye contact for about a minute. Eventually Rurik let out a loud frustrated sigh, knowing damn well he wouldn't get anywhere with this. "I suppose the outcome is the same either way though, isn't it."

"That's right," the smugness in Dante's voice was absolutely unbearable, "now answer the question."

Another sigh came from Rurik before he lowered his gaze to look down at his hands. One was still cradling his wrist from the vice grip it had been put in, while the other finally relaxed from the fist it had been in. He flexed his hand a couple times, completely silent, trying to think of how to explain himself. It was a sensitive topic, not one he particularly wanted to share with Dante of all people, but the devil host would keep pushing until he got what he wanted, so there was no point in delaying it.

"You know what my magic is, what it can do to the human body." Rurik's eyes didn't leave his hands as he spoke. "My face and half of my body is a testament to that. I... didn't want to do the same thing to someone else, so I thought my hands best stay covered until that destructive power is needed."

"Are you telling me the head of my country's guard can't control his magic?" Dante cocked an eyebrow.

"I can control it just fine, I'm not a child." Rurik snapped back, finally raising his gaze from his hands. "But I guess a part of me is... still nervous... I wouldn't want it to happen to someone else."

Rurik's eyes lingered a bit longer than intended on Dante's face before he quickly averted them back to his hands. Dante's smile widened at the strange sentimentality of the cold man. He wasn't expecting his guard to care about other people. What a delicious tidbit to keep in mind. Dante moved his hands back towards Rurik's once more, this time gently taking them in his own. Rurik squinted in suspicion at his hands, but he didn't pull away this time.

"If you're in control, then there's nothing to be afraid of.” As he spoke Dante brought one of Rurik’s hands up and started to tug at the tips of his glove again. “And if you’re not… Well you’ve told me plenty of times that you want me dead, so surely you wouldn’t care if I were to get blighted, would you?”

Rurik switched his eyes rapidly between glaring at Dante and watching as his glove was slowly pulled from his hand. Arrogant bastard. Just through the tone Rurik knew that Dante thought he would never hurt him. He could. Even with Dante’s regeneration, Rurik knew he could beat it and wither him to nothing while his guard was down like this. As much as he said he wanted to, Rurik knew that he couldn’t bring himself to. Dante, unfortunately, also knew that he couldn’t, and he made that clear.

As one of his hands was freed from its prison, Rurik balled it up as the cold air stung it. His focus stayed downward as Dante moved on to his other hand. Instinctively, Rurik froze and balled up the other hand as well for just a moment. That one was… his worse for wear hand, to say the least. The King clicked his tongue in disapproval a couple times, and Rurik took the hint and shakily opened his hand back up. The removal of this glove was a lot quicker, seemingly so he couldn’t stop it again. As it was revealed, Dante cocked his head to the side at the bruised purple coloration and the blackened scars that snaked around Rurik’s left hand. The scars clearly went all the way up to his face, but it seemed his hands had gotten much rougher treatment.

Dante unceremoniously threw the gloves behind him, and took Rurik’s bare hands in his. His thumb traced the knuckles and scars of the blighted hand. It looked beat to hell, but none of the strength had been taken out of it-- that he was certain of.

“Are you done?” Rurik’s voice was flat and annoyed. “You’ve seen them, now let me get my gloves and go back to my business.”

“No, no, not yet…” Dante’s eyes stayed focused downwards at Rurik’s hands. The longer he stared at them, he could feel a sickening heat spread through his chest. It was shameful how much he had thought about his next move before, but he needed his curiosity sated. “Indulge me for a moment will you?”

Rurik’s eyebrows furrowed as Dante so gently took his hands and brought them up to place them on his cheeks. A pang of fear shot through Rurik as he watched his bare hands touch Dante’s soft skin. That feeling shifted and made his chest tighten as his king then closed his eyes and gripped his scarred hand, holding it steady so he could nuzzle his face into it. Rurik felt heat rise in his cheeks as his pale face flushed, and the only reason he didn’t pull away immediately is due to the shock he felt seeing the King’s face start to turn a bit red as well. It felt so wrong to have such a gentle moment with him… They were at each other’s throats just minutes ago, and now Dante was melting into the touch of his dangerous, shaking hands. Without thinking, Rurik's other hand slid back to run through his slicked, jet black hair. A dreamy sigh of satisfaction left Dante as he rubbed his face against the tough skin of Rurik’s palm and the man’s fingers tangled into his hair.

Most of the feeling in his left hand had been destroyed with the scarring, but it had just enough to feel the sensation of Dante leaving a sweet kiss on his palm. An involuntary noise of surprise came from Rurik’s throat, the embarrassment of which immediately made him flush a deeper red. Dante’s eyes slowly opened, and a smirk spread across his face once more as he looked at the shocked face that stared back at him. It was a rare sight to see Rurik emote at all, but he stood frozen there, his eyes and mouth both wide open in confusion and what seemed like fear almost, face completely red, staring blankly back at Dante. The King’s smirk only widened at the sight, and his free hand came up to rest on the back of Rurik’s neck and gently drag his face down closer to him. Once he was close enough, the hand migrated around to his chin to close his agape mouth so he could gently press his lips to it. Rurik’s eyes widened as much as they could before fluttering shut as he leaned into the kiss. The hand that was still combed through Dante’s hair shifted slightly to the back of his head, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. A soft humming came from Dante as Rurik pressed them closer together and the thumb of his other hand rubbed his cheek.

Neither of them was sure how long the kiss really lasted, but it felt like an eternity before they finally pulled themselves away from each other. Rurik’s eyes slowly opened to see Dante’s green eyes already looking up at him. He froze for a moment longer before finally taking his hands away from the other man’s face. His hands fell back to his side, but his eyes stayed focused on Dante’s face for a bit longer. Checking, double checking, triple checking, making sure he didn’t accidentally scar him. His skin was clear, though still a bit red, and Rurik was just now realizing the smug look of satisfaction mixed with desire painted on his face. That immediately snapped him out of any unfortunate emotional trance he was in, and he loudly cleared his throat.

“I… Need to get back to work.”

Rurik stepped to the side to grab his still untouched polishing equipment. His gaze focused on his hands for a moment as he realized they were still bare. He looked up to find where Dante had thrown them earlier, and saw them about ten feet behind where they had been standing. His eyes switched between the gloves and his hands a few times before he decided to just grab his supplies and go back to his sword. In the worst case scenario his magic didn’t fare well on inorganic material anyway, so he couldn’t really hurt his sword.

As he sat back down and began applying a lacquer to a cloth he felt a pressure against his back. Rurik straightened out and looked behind him as two arms snaked around his waist and squeezed him slightly. Dante had made himself comfortable and squeezed between his body and the back of the chair he was sitting in, his chest flush against Rurik’s back. The King rested his chin on Rurik’s fluffy shoulder cape and looked up at him with a smile.

“I hope you don’t mind if I stick around until you’re done~” Dante’s voice had a bit of a sing-song quality to it.

“You wouldn’t care if I did mind,” Rurik sighed and turned back to continue his sword maintenance. “Do as you please.”

“As I please, hm?--”

“Do as you please so long as it does not get in my way. Just because I didn’t blight you this once doesn’t mean won’t if you get in my way again.” Rurik began to gently run the lacquered cloth along his blade as he spoke so flatly.

“Fine, I suppose I’ve gotten enough from you today.” The guard could feel Dante chuckle softly against his back and squeeze his arms around his waist a little tighter.

“You’ve gotten enough from me for at least three years. Do not try a charade like this again.”

“You think I’ve had enough? Now that I’ve gotten this taste of affection from your cold dead heart? Oh, this is only the beginning, General.”

#black clover #dante zogratis #black clover oc #oc x canon #mlm self ship #self ship #trans self ship #dante x oc #dante x rurik #rurik zeni #👑#malice he wrote #writing #hobgob arts

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goodluckdetective · 3 years

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I’ve been playing Hades and I have some good hot takes, so for the public’s general consumption, I present the Olympian Gods of Hades ranked by their level of Chill.

My personal ranking of the olympians from Hades from most chill to least chill.

Hermes: the most chill of them all, an absolute friend, thank you sir. If he found out about my deception, he probably won’t narc on me lying. We respect one God.

Dionysus: can get salty but easiest to cool off. Compared to his myth counterpart, he’s far more laid back: more partying, less tearing men limb from limb in a frenzy. Party on, man.

Poseidon: Surfs up dudes. Most chill of his three brothers which is a low bar but he’s doing it. Sure, his wrath towards Odysseus was legendary, but it also gave us the Odysssy so worth it.

Artemis: did turn that dude into a deer that one time to be torn apart by dogs, but also doesn’t seem to care about family nonsense as long as you let her be gay in the woods. As a gay, I understand her. She’s like your gay cousin who skips Thanksgiving every year because it’s a bad holiday to go hang out with her girlfriend in a camper. Which means she’s cool even with her limited chill.

Aphrodite: anyone who has read the Iliad knows Aphrodite has no chill under that glamor of romance and should not be trusted. Jealousy is her brand. She’s the kind of person who gets creative with vengeance, and that’s alarming.

Zeus: only the Hades version does he rank here. Myth Zeus has 0 chill. Game Zeus probably doesn’t either but he can at least pretend to have some when talking to his Nephew.

Ares: As the God of War, I don’t think he’s allowed any chill. I think it’s illegal.

Athena: Athena has not known chill a day in her life. While you all were busy learning to be chill, she was studying the blade and how best she can use it. Once Called Ares a wimp to his face. I am always looking respectfully.

Dementer: Ironically enough, despite being associated with a literal chill, Dementer has never had an ounce of it ever. It froze and died. She’s the reason people think Hell is covered in ice.

#iz rambles #hades 2018 #hades 2020 #hades game

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dragontamer-nia-2 · 3 years

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Olivier [Beyblade theories on crack]

Welcome to my random rants about random beyblade things. I have a lot of things to say about the Euro Team and how tragically underestimated and undervalued they are, as characters, but also as very smart plot devices, so in these posts I'm gonna pick a fight with the writers and yell at clouds while probably drunk. If you want a trip, and you think you don't like the Euro team, then jump on.

This guy.

I love this guy.

This guy is great and I swear to god they knew what they were doing when they decided when and how to introduce him.

So, from the encounter at the top of the Eiffel Tower in ep 33 we know that this guy is mysterious and that he blades; he randomly starts roasting the Bladebreakers unprovoked, which is always fun, but fucks off before anything interesting can happen. What the writers decided to do in the next episode was split up the team, and have them find out more about Olivier separately: since everywhere they go they meet someone that has at least heard of him, we can't help but feel that this guy is kind of a big deal. From Max we learn that he's bloody rich, from Rei we learn that he's a great cook, from them both (when two guys conveniently share the information right in front of them… anime logic) we learn that he's the best blader in France, and from Takao and Kyouju we learn that he likes art, and… prepare your tinfoil hats, guys, because we're going deep.

The thing is, we know this guy is manipulative, and we know it because he offers Takao lunch in his own super expensive restaurant to distract him from the fact that he just ruined hundreds of people's day. Kyouju even points out that something's wrong when he sees Takao go into the Louvre absolutely furious at Olivier, and then sees them come out like buddies. We also know it because… come on guys, have you seen his face? Have you seen his evil smirk? He's a walking troll face. It's like the animators want us to not trust him. And yet, every background character seemingly adores him, even though we don't really get a specific reason why.

I mean… this is a kids show, I know. And the writing is messy most of the times. But this guy. This guy is shady as fuck. You can take him at face value and assume he's a well-meaning asshole, completely oblivious to normal interpersonal relationships, living in rich people's world where he can just do whatever the fuck he wants. Or. He could be one bad day away from being a chaotic-evil type of supervillain, because it's almost like he's doing everything he possibly can to lure and provoke Takao into battle while holding the façade of smiles and politeness. And the funny thing is that Takao doesn't even notice his intimidation attempts (while Kyouju falls for them at every step)

But, exactly, how manipulative is he? And, more importantly, is he even aware of it? Let's assume the worst about him for a second, that everything he did and said had the purpose to push buttons and provoke a reaction. Then just in episode 34 we have the following:

- He reserves the whole Louvre knowing that the Bladebreakers were going around famous tourists attractions

- He immediately interrupts Takao and makes him waste time on honorifics before letting him speak

- He invites Takao and Kyouju, two guys clearly not dressed for the occasion and who probably don't know proper etiquette, to his high class, really expensive restaurant, serves them delicious food he cooked himself, and even implies that he could kick everyone else out if he wanted to

- He namedrops that one guy from Team Who, in a conversation that really wasn't going in that direction, and then uses the bait to imply that he's much stronger than those guys, knowing fully well that Takao was having a hard time the previous day against them

- He basically corners Takao into battling in the middle of a fucking public park, knowing that there are a lot of people around and everyone wants to see the French champion battle

Now. The thing is, I can't prove he's the Machiavellian mastermind I suspect him to be, and the only way this whole thing works is that, in this episode, Olivier somehow got Takao and Kyouju alone and the rest of the team (Kai in particular) is not there to call Olivier out on his bullshit.

On the Eiffel Tower, at the very end of ep 33, Olivier did mention, among other things, that he has unresolved business with Team Who, and it's Kai that questions him to get more information. And what does Olivier do? He immediately cuts him off with "none of your business" and basically flees. We even get a reaction shot of Kai. Afterwards, Kai goes around trying to find out more information about Olivier on his own, and spies on the battle unseen. What's going on here? Well, Kai is not like his teammates, he's not naive, he knows what manipulation looks like and I think Olivier realizes it. That's why Olivier doesn't even try to play dumb with him like he does with basically everyone else, and that's why Kai circumvents the problem by playing bully with random kids instead of trying to confront him directly.

And I know all of this may be "chemicals are making the frogs gay" level tinfoil, but come on, just look at Olivier's reaction when Takao barges into the Louvre and somehow finds him. What does he looks like he's thinking?

At the end, it doesn't really matter, because Olivier doesn't win like he expects. Granted, at this point he can't lose - because the arc has just begun and Takao needs to work harder, and because Olivier already shit-talked Team Who in two different occasions while the writers want them to be a legit threat for the Bladebreakers. But Olivier can't win either, because we're already at the end of episode 34, we have three teams to juggle, and Takao can't keep losing and having to fight against the same people the whole arc. So they tie… and Olivier is shook. He miscalculated. For some reason this guy, this clueless, impulsive idiot, didn't lose immediately and neatly like he expected. And since Olivier does have honor, and respects people stronger than him, he immediately changes his tone, shuts down the peasants that don't understand these kind of things, and he starts treating Takao like an actual person (kinda).

Option A) Oh, what's this guy doing here while the Louvre should be closed?

Option B) How lucky, I caught him alone

One thing that stands out, though, is that he is the one member of the Euro Team who never loses. They had reasons to make his fight with Takao a tie, but why did they make him tie with Rei? Although I do have my own little theory about this, I noticed that he's the only member of the Euro Team that actually has other things going on in his life other than beyblade. The guy is rich, he is very interested in art, he works as a chef and wins culinary competitions. The fact that he's probably a bored psychopath is balanced by the fact that he seems to have his personal life together, he doesn't put his whole worth into spinning tops clashing against each other, and he has the self-confidence to admit when he was wrong. Which is… more than we say about the other European guys.

So, I'm thinking, because this is called Beyblade theories on crack after all, and there's too much reasonable stuff in this post so far… maybe the writers wanted to use the Euro Team to make a point about not winning, and being ok with it, and they really couldn't make it with the Bladebreakers because they are the protagonists. They can't lose - not permanently. Olivier doesn't win, twice, and… he's shook that he miscalculated, he seems to be honestly confused, his whole drive is not winning, but understand what's going on. That's why he sends the Bladebreakers to Giancarlo, that's why he convinces him to bring them to Ralf, he does want to study Takao, and… is he using the rest of the Euro Team as guinea pigs? Or did he notice something that's missing in them, and subconsciously wants to fix it?

Here's my hot take, and the conclusion to this dumb post. Olivier is not aware of his own machinations. He's a natural manipulator and he has a talent to read people or get info out of them, and he mainly does this by playing dumb and wait until people scream at him who they are and what they want. He reads the Euro Team, he reads the Bladebreakers, and realizes one thing: they could help each other. He baits Takao with the prospect of more beybattles and then follows him to see what happens. If it's chaos, good, if it's some life lesson, better. He manages to get Giancarlo on board and the both of them, combined with Takao, eventually get to Ralf. But what Olivier doesn't realize is that the very thing that he is subconsciously asking Giancarlo, Johnny, and Ralf to fix, is their inability to lean on other people, their skeptical and wary natures, their need to be perfect, without weaknesses, in the eyes of the world; and if Olivier was aware of his own machinations he would have realized sooner that, all this time, all he wanted was to have friends. And if I’m right about anything about this, then the writers will have done a good job with at least one member of the Euro Team, because it’s not only a fucking genius way to introduce the arc, the team, and the theme, but he’s also a damn good character.

I love this guy.

#beyblade #bakuten shoot beyblade #olivier boulanger #euro team #beyblade theories on crack #but wait #there's more #I'm just waltzing into the fandom with posts no one asked for #but I'm rewatching beyblade 2001 and it's a blast #also sorry if I made mistakes #english is not my first language #and i'm drunk and tired

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helisol · 3 years

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again not a finished fic but very extensive notes, this one’s a chonker, 4k words

tl;dr: take it a ds9 but make it into high fantasy wizards. garashir, kiradax and quodo. we’ve got it all here folks.

SO BASICALLY

I read a book about a young witch apprentice in a world where every magician has a ~special name~ based on an object/plant/animal they’re spiritually connected to.

then I watched ds9 and got introduced to the concept of cardassians being lizards.

the result- wizard lizard.

So Garak “The Lizard” is a mage that got exiled from his home country and ended up taking a pretty neat job in a rural area of a larger empire where being a wizard is Cool and Widely Accepted.

his duties include keeping the villages around his tower safe, looking for young mages to turn into apprentices, and sometimes making clothes because he’s Still A Tailor.

however, because of his chronic “i no wanna work” disease, this lizard has not actually been looking around the villages near him for magically gifted children. shame on him.

because through his negligence Julian Bashir, young village doctor, grew up without even knowing that he can do ~magic~

but he soon finds out when his town gets attacked by a Big Evil Magic Monster. The Lizard is taking his sweet time to come to their rescue and Julian can’t just sit by and watch innocent people get mauled by a Chimera or Giant Mantis.

So Julian does the heroic thing and jumps inbetween a wounded child and the monster in the exact second Garak shows up.

And he gets to watch as Julian unleashes some Magic for the first time.

Then Garak Kind Of Abducts Julian So He Can Teach Him Magic

Garak is contractually obligated and allowed to take on anyone who is capable of magic as an apprentice, and he finds Julian’s magic interesting enough to invoke that contract now. Not Julian himself though. Only his magic. for now.

Julian- for like, the first week- is NOT OKAY with being teleported into a tower fortress by a wizard he finds intimidating and scary, and he loudly protests when Garak actually starts to teach him magic spells.

However, this is Julian, and he *is* intrigued by the thought of being able to use magic For Doing Good.

So one night he admits defeat and slinks up to the tower and goes “Okay. Compromise. Teach me healing magic.”

To which Garak is like 👀 “Okay.”

They start having regular magic lessons mostly focused on healing, which Julian is just naturally good at. So they move on to other things. Which Julian is Not naturally good at.

And he becomes very frustrated.

Garak tries to assuage him and says that he doesn’t have to be accomplished in every single field and discipline- which is logically true- but Julian is having none of it since Garak is accomplished in every field.

In a fit of anger Julian unleashes emotional magic again and breaks some of Garak’s things. Books, vials, a desk, nothing super major. But Julian is still surprised and shocked at himself for causing trouble like this and he Runs Away. Straight up exits stage left.

And Garak, who just got flung against the wall by his little apprentice, just rushes to the window and looks as Julian runs away and he is. Disappointed.

Next we have Julian returning home and everyone is like "Doctor!!! You were gone for half a year???" And Julian is like "I thought I was only gone for a month at most-"

Yeah the joke is time flies when you’re having fun because Julian *did* have fun living with Garak. He doesn’t regret leaving though, after all Garak was probably furious after he wrecked his study he wasn’t.

So Julian says to himself "Hmph. I'll just stay home for a week. Garak will hardly notice I'm gone. And then I can make it up to him."

But Then He Stays For A Whole Month

He has to instruct a new doctor to take over the nearby villages, do some paperwork, help some sick people, practice some magic on his own- and at the end of the month He Doesn’t Want To Stay Any Longer.

He’s always been different from the other village people, and now he finally got a taste of what it’s like to have someone help you to achieve your potential and widen your horizon and he *doesn’t* want to give that up for a boring but busy country life.

So back to the tower it is. Julian arrives, the place is kind of messy, and when he finds Garak he is in his study. on the floor. a little drunk, definitely sad, and Very Surprised To See Him.

Here we get a scene where Garak tipsily tells Julian how much he’s grown to appreciate him, not just for his magic talent, but as a person- and that he’s missed him.

But The Next Morning Garak Does Not Remember

And he's just like "Oh Julian. Youre back. I'd almost forgotten about you."

For a second Julian wants to punch a wall because *Yesterday You Told Me You Missed Me*, but then he just Smiles. settles for what they have right now. and asks Garak to continue teaching him magic.

so they go on. and have. so many gay moments.

And then Garak gets told to attend some kind of magic council meeting/banquet.

Julian says something along the lines of "Oh well, guess I'll stay home. You know, protect the fort. Practice magic." but he's a little sad about it.

But garak just goes "Hmm No. I'm taking you with me"

"What-" "I'm introducing you as my apprentice to the magic council." "W h a t-" "Oh also you need pretty clothes for this so I'm gonna make you some. Since you’re a commoner with no actual taste." "W H A T-"

So garak makes a really nice suit for Julian and for himself they match and they go to the Cool Wizard Banquet.

At which Julian meets a lot of wizards and witches and he's like "Wow this is so exciting!" but he also realises he is a Total Country Bumpkin And Noob compared to these people and their apprentices.

He also hears that Apparently the Local Wizard of every region is supposed to do a 5-yearly sweep of the surrounding towns to check for kids that have magic potential and then send them to Magic School/take them in as their apprentice directly.

And Garak. Did not do that.

He was Lazy and Angery. Exile will do that to you.

Julian isn’t too happy when he learns about this and he walks out of the banquet hall into the garden- to where Garak follows him.

"So just because you were all bitchy about having to follow this country's rules about magic you let me grow up not knowing my full potential? How many of my childhood friends might be able to do magic if they tried?"

“I was in a really bad place back then."

"SO WHAT? Things are okay now because you found me? If you had been two minutes early during that attack you wouldnt even know I could use magic!"

"...but I *wasn’t* early!"

So Julian just throws up his hands in frustration and leaves to get away from Garak for a while.

The next day he mingles more with the other apprentices and they exchange Ideas and Skills and also Gossip about their teachers.

Some of the apprentices suggest that Julian could go to magic school for a while before applying for a *new* teacher, since obviously Garak did him wrong.

This doesn’t sound like a bad idea, so he talks with some older mages and most of them are friendly and are like “Oh yeah, sure, we’d love to take you in.”

But then it turns out a lot of people are talking behind his back about how much of an outlier he is.

(wizard culture is like 50% magic and 50% gossip)

So Julian is standing on a balcony and down below he hears a group of Douche Wizards discussing his inadequacies.

And it kinda makes Julian feel like absolute shit, so his powers go wobbly again. But then enter stage right: Garak

Who properly puts those wizards into their rightful place like "Say one more bad thing about my apprentice and I’ll blast your punk ass back to Romulus. You should KNOW the reason why I dont usually take apprentices, but here you are anyway saying he has no power. He has more power in his pinky than all of you combined."

Turns out there’s an extra layer to Why Garak didn’t do the "Check for Magicians in your Area" thing- it’s because he openly has no interest in training or working with anyone who isnt Special or Powerful.

Which means Julians happens to be. very special. and very powerful.

And hearing that from Garak makes him go 😳

His emotions are running high and he starts *floating*. Probably the worst thing to do on a first floor balcony out of All The Things To Do On A First Floor Balcony.

So he’s Floating and he doesnt know how to make that Stop.

He panics, starts falling and basically crashes right into Garaks arms.

"Oh great, youre right on time. We're leaving."

"What? But the banquet lasts for a week?" also I'm still a little mad but also a little in love with you?

But Garak has already teleported them back to the tower before he can really argue.

Anyway Julian is upset about many things overall, but mostly that he didnt get to dance. He practiced a lot in his off time.

Thank God Garak Knows This

"...I know how to make magic music. Let’s have a little fun at least."

They dance and Julian starts floating *again*.

Garak 👀’s @ Julian floating "Okay I’ve been recording most of your emotion based powers. This is new."

Julian just Floats Higher out of embarrassment, so garak is like ‘well I'll just join him up there.’

So he does and Julian is like “WHY CAN YOU DO THAT. SHOW ME HOW TO DO THAT. HOW CAN I CONTROL THIS."

Turns out his emotions are too unclear, which makes his magic unbalanced, so really all they have to do is get him some Clarity.

Garak is like "Well one very easy way to do that is-" and then they kiss in the air. Floating. because I’m gay and I will use gay magic tropes as I see fit.

so that’s the garashir side of things, on to kiradax

There's Some Slow Burn In There

Basically Kira is a mage, but instead of using magic to fight she just Enchants Swords/Arrows/Other Weapons.

Because she fought in a wizard war and when there's not a lot of mana potions to go around you have to get creative.

She didn’t get a proper magician name because she was actually never anyone’s apprentice, but people still call her The Blade because she is just so cool.

Anyway in this universe mages age very slowly, and Kira is probably around 60 years old when she meets Jadzia. Which is not a lot in wizard years.

She does feels a little inadequate about being so Young and Inexperienced she didn’t really expect nor wanted to run into the legendary Jadzia Dax who everyone thinks is like 300 years old, maybe more.

So meeting someone who is her complete opposite just makes her go "Hmph. I dont wanna associate with you."

But Jadzia keeps popping in randomly around her almost every day until Kira snaps like "WHAT is your problem???"

“I never learned how to enchant tools."

"What."

"Can you teach me?"

"The great Dax has never enchanted a single tool or weapon?"

"I took care of everything with other types of magic. Will you teach me?"

So Kira Nerys, The Blade, the person everyone looked down on because she uses enchanted tools instead of magic for everything- is being asked by this legendary mage to teach her something. What an honor. What an incredible thing.

But She Says No

So Jadzia keeps bothering her every day.

But eventually bothering her turned into "Hey wanna get some coffee? Wanna go to the library with me? Can I look at you while youre in the smithy? Do you wanna look at me while I come up with new magic formulas? Wanna get drunk together and maybe kiss but definitely have no recollection of it in the morning?"

- over a span of 10 years.

But at the end of those 10 years Jadzia still hasnt learned how to enchant tools.

And it takes One day at the magic banquet for Nerys to actually realise the Implications of that.

It’s the third banquet they've been to- together, as each other’s plus one.

They color coordinate their robes and wear matching accessoires. The works.

And Kira decides that now is the day to grill her Totally-Not-Girlfriend about the reason why she sticks around.

"You could have just gotten someone else to teach you how to enchant things."

"Why would I need anyone to teach me, I have you to enchant things *for me*."

"No but before I started doing it for you. Like the whole first five years of knowing me."

"Oh well I didn’t want anyone else because I was very much infatuated with you."

And Kira just bluescreens. Error 404 nerys.exe not found.

Until she catches herself.

"You...*were* infatuated with me?"

"Yes? You obviously never saw me that way though. So I stuck around for the good company and the coffee."

Now you see over the course of 10 years Kira’s irritation about Jadzia slowly turned into Something Else. But she thought Jadzia only saw her as a friend.

On the other hand Jadzia definitely had feelings from the start, but because kira was in Denial she didnt act on those feelings.

If I were a shitty writer or- god foirbid- *Straight*, I would have there be a miscommunication right about now and prolong their useless lesbian suffering.

But I’m not.

Basically Kira just goes

"Okay but when you say *were* attracted to me does that mean you *stopped*?"

"Uh. No?"

"Cool. Excuse me, I need a moment."

So she tries to hide from this sudden revelation and her feelings in a hedge maze, but there’s no use hiding from Jadzia.

Who, instead of just walking around the labyrinth to find her like a normal person, basically whacks down the bushes in a straight line until she reaches Kira.

"THERE YOU ARE! I used this completely unenchanted sword to get to you and tell you I definitely still like you. Now will you PLEASE teach me how to enchant tools as your first courting gift?"

And Kira is like "God yes you dumbass-" and they kiss.

now wizard quodo is funny because I kind of started this part as a joke but then it all got Serious

First of all Quark is Actually A Really Powerful Magician.

But what does he do with his great power?

Move from his home country to the city of wizards and open a bar.

Because he is still fundamentally *Quark*.

And Odo is still fundamentally Odo, because he is a Shapeshifting Alien From Actual Outer Space You Know.

He still went through the whole "I was studied by scientists (wizards) and couldnt let them know I was sentient for a long time which made me very grouchy and lonely" thing.

So Odo spends like ~100 years going from captivity/being an object of scientific study to living as a guard in the city of wizards.

Basically everyone thinks that Odo cant use magic- including Odo- because, well, he’s a bunch of slime that came from a meteor.

Then he meets Quark, powerful wizard and bartender.

And he has *no* idea who he is.

Only that he’s the guy who runs that one shady gambling bar and is involved in some illegal business.

And Quark is like "Ah finally. A worthy opponent."

So he and Quark have the same vibe as on DS9- where Quark keeps doing illegal stuff and Odo tries to stop him and the universe decides to say enemies to lovers 400k words slowburn.

And one day Quark gets into some Seriously shady business with some people who are now very aggressively demanding Quark give them their money back

and they're. you know. threatening violence.

Odo shows up and right before this one dude is about to straight up sucker punch Quark he's like "HALT!" and Wow He Made A Magic Happen.

Now. Because Quark is Indebted to Odo. He is expected to take him on as his magic apprentice.

At first he is Not Down For That. They both aren’t. So even though technically they are teacher and apprentice they both just refuse to work together.

Until Odo goes to check up on Quark one day- because as we all know he makes it a point to drop by his bar four times a day just to let him know he's thinking about him- and Quark is in trouble again.

Only this time Odo is like "I'm not gonna help him. I dont even know how I *could* help him. Since he hasn’t taught me any magic, the bastard."

So he wants to just pass by and leave when Quark basically starts to just Demolish these people with magic in a frightening and totally not impressive display.

MIND YOU Quark is still generally incompetent. If this was D&D he'd have like, very low skill points but unlimited spell slots.

Anyway Odo goes 👀

Because him being unable to use magic in a country/city where everyone he *knows* can use magic has always made him feel bad.

So he goes to Quark like "Okay. I changed my mind. Please teach me magic."

And Quark tries to teach Odo magic, earnestly.

And Odo tries to learn magic from Quark, for real.

But the key word here is *try*.

Because neither is very good at what theyre *trying* to do.

Odo didn’t Really want to learn from Quark and that's pretty much the reason why Quark doesnt Really want to teach Odo. But They Try.

There’s a lot of fights and arguments and "You’re not doing it right" vs "You’re not explaining it right"

But hey, at least Odo can now do some magic, which makes his guard job a lot easier.

He also gets to socialise more with other wizards and their apprentices, and he becomes a generally happier pile of humanoid goo!

Meanwhile Quark slowly but surely turns into a more Respected wizard. And his bar also becomes a bit more respectable as well.

it's almost like,,they both wanna be,,,,their best selves,,

and learning to work together has Somehow set them on the right path,,,

idk man sounds kinda gay,,,,

But then the banquet rolls around.

Quark is like "Oh fuck I Have to take Odo to this social function because hes my apprentice and thems are the rules."

and Odo is like "Oh fuck I Have to attend this social function with Quark because thems the rules."

The vibe they’re both getting is- "It's all fun and games when we're by ourselves but Somehow acting friendly in public feels Wrong."

So they agree to Arrive together and then split up and spend as little time as possible together lest they fall victim to some kind of *feeling*.

And like all plans that Odo and Quark make it works out brilliantly for Exactly 5 Minutes.

Because while Quark is talking to his accomplished and very boring wizard acquaintances he kinda realises "God I wish Odo were here-"

And as Odo is talking to all these annoying ass apprentices he kinda realises "God I wish Quark was here-"

So that's what they do on the first day of the banquet. and the second. and the third.

They just keep only seeing each other from the corner of their eyes but dont really get to talk/argue about anything and it's making them feel Not So Good, Actually

Now the fourth day is the kicker.

Because while Odo is talking to some people he gets tapped on the shoulder and there he is! The worst father on this side of the galaxy! Doctor Mora- but like, as a wizard scientist.

"Oh my god Odo? You’re here? How did you manage that? You can’t use magic dont be silly! *I* studied you and who would know you better than me? What? *you* know yourself better? Nonsense, now walk with me- how have you been :)?"

Obviously Odo is getting Very distressed but he can't exactly say No, so he walks around with Mora.

They sit down near a fountain and his ‘father’ just starts grilling Odo about what he's been up to.

And eventually they start talking about Quark

"Wait, *Quark*? The absolute magic failure who runs that disgusting establishment? That Quark?"

"Well I wouldnt put it like that, he’s not-"

But Mora goes on- "Oh no my dear boy that won't do! You have to learn from a *good* wizard. Like me! Dont you want that? Oh I'm sure you want that. That nasty good for nothing will resign as your teacher first thing tomorrow!"

And Odo is like "Now wait a minute, Quark might have his flaws, but-"

"There! See, you admitted it. He's flawed. He can't possibly be a good teacher for you. But I would be! I *raised* you."

But Odo is getting Rather Angy right about now.

"Well you did a pretty bad job raising me considering you didnt even know I could do magic until now."

"I can’t believe it. Quark is such a bad influence on you. You never used to talk back at me. This is what happens when you hang around with people who dont know you like I do."

Then something in him snaps and Odo just goes Off on Mora.

"MAYBE *YOU* DONT KNOW *HIM* LIKE I DO!"

And he basically breaks the fountain theyre sitting at with some accidental emotional magic.

So after Mora goes "...I better get someone to fix that-" and runs off, Odo is standing in front of this broken fountain and thinks about how this might be a cruel metaphor for his life. And then the worst possible thing happens.

He Spots Quark Badly Hidden Behind A Pillar

Internally he just goes 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'

Externally though it’s more like "How much of that did you hear???"

Quark’s trying to lighten the mood with a "Haha well it's hard to avoid hearing things with lobes as big as mine!"

But Odo is not playing, so he breaks the fountain some more. As intimidation.

So Quark goes "Okay. Alright. I heard all the parts where you defended my honor. Now move aside."

And Odo goes 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAA' inside again, so he doesnt really move but just gets nudged aside by Quark.

Who returns the fountain back to its previous state.

Things are nice and silent for a second but then Quark disturbs the moment by saying "Okay now, real talk- you want another teacher, is that right?"

So Odos head whips up and he goes "No??? What the fuck quark. I thought you listened to that conversation. Youre the only one I want-"

and he Immediately slaps a hand over his mouth because Oh God That Came Out Wrong-

But Quark is just Laughing and being his usual little shit self like "Haha good one, let's go back inside now. (where the social conventions will force us to remain apart so we dont have to confront what you just said.)"

on the inside though- Quark is just as 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA' as Odo

"I absolutely Cannot go inside and socialise right now, I’ve had Quite enough of that."

"Oh...well then...i'll leave you be?"

"No don’t-"

So Odo quickly grabs Quark’s hand (and Quark just fuckin uh dies on the spot) but he's not very communicative at the moment. So Quark kinda has to just interpret that for himself.

"Aaaaalright- let’s just take a walk then."

So they walk through the rose garden. holding *hands*. and Quark points out nice or interesting things while Odo just nods or hums in agreement.

Until they’ve come full circle and end up back at the fountain, where Quark is like "Okay. Wanna go back inside *now*?"

Because he swears if they spend one more second like this he will HAVE to kiss this pile of space goo and he’d rather Odo make that decision for him.

And Odo is like "I just want to stay with you."

So Quark is like ‘Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool’, pulls them behind a hedge and kisses Odo.

because on GOD I enjoy the “going from an argument straight into kissing” trope, but that one is actually too on brand for quodo so I HAD to change it up.

#ds9 #garashir #kiradax #quodo #deep space nine #hahahahahahaahahow did i get this to four thousand words #wizard lizard #yea thats what im calling it

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merigreenleaf · 4 years

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Unexpected Inspiration Character Backstory: Blythe’s Past

It was pretty, really, the way the molten glass exploded across the room. In places it dripped, in places it pinged. A droplet hit Blythe's hand and she brushed it off before it could harden, then brushed a few more off her shirt as it was smoldering. The glassmaker gasped and snatched her hands away before she could clear off the rest. She turned Blythe's hands over to look at the palms. Okay, so they were slightly red. A few welts were already fading. Nothing big. Blythe rolled her eyes as she pulled her arms back. She'd always healed quickly and a brief touch of hot glass barely registered as pain. The real problem was that this was another mistake in a series of mistakes. If it turned out she didn't have magic and couldn't do anything with art besides make a scribble, a din, a tangle, or an explosion, she was going to have to live with her aunt. A week in her company was long enough to know that was the last thing she wanted. -Excerpt from an early draft of Colorweaver (book 1)

Blythe had a fairly normal Concordian childhood, but in a different way than Adair. While he grew up in a small town, she grew up in the capital city. He comes from a family of Artisans, the artists and craftspeople who have magic, while Blythe's parents and the community she grew up in were Protectorates, the elite group trained to guard art and protect artists. He had a huge, sprawling family. Blythe only ever had her father.

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Blythe's father became a single parent after her mother passed away shortly after her birth. As a Protectorate who guarded trade shipments, Blythe's mother should never have been traveling so far from healers so late in her pregnancy. But, like her daughter, stubbornness was her defining trait. Truth be told, her father also possessed it in abundance and he was the biggest influence in Blythe's life. Blythe looked up to him: he was strong, brave, kind, and driven to succeed in whatever he did. With his blessing, she began training and studying to be a Protectorate from a young age, until his stubbornness got the better of him, too. As a single parent, his assignment should never have been dangerous. Blythe never learned the details, no matter how much she looked into this later as an adult, and at the age of thirteen was orphaned. She had hoped to be adopted by her father's closest friends until an aunt showed up to claim her. Blythe had no choice but to go with her after she failed every test to see if she had artist magic. Had Blythe shown signs of this, she could have stayed in Concordia. She didn't particularly want artist magic, but would have preferred this to having to leave the country with a family member she had never met, who she disliked immediately.

Her uncle had been the Concordian diplomat to the neighboring country of Galanvoth for several years, long enough that Blythe had barely any memory of him. Blythe didn't mind his company and would not have minded Galanvoth so much had he not been gravely ill. He had been sick for a long time, according to her aunt, and after he passed in the same year as his brother, Blythe's aunt became her lone remaining family member. Blythe was miserable. She wanted nothing more than to return to Concordia and her training as a Protectorate. Her aunt, meanwhile, was determined to turn Blythe into a perfect Named Galanvoy citizen, the perfect house-spouse to one day marry off for political advantage. Something about her aunt rubbed Blythe the wrong way and it always seemed strange to her that no one else saw her aunt the way she did.

This misery lasted only for a few weeks, weeks which were filled with arguments and teenage rebellion, before Blythe snuck out into parts of the city her aunt would never visit. There she saw medics clandestinely helping sick and injured No-Names, people without the protection of a recognized family lineage. This was a thing Blythe could do that would both spite her aunt and give her a purpose until she came of age and could leave! The busy medics brushed the teenager off at first, until her stubbornness got them to see how hard she was willing to work. She got little sleep in those few years, being dragged around to social events and "taught" by her aunt by day, working with the medics and reading their medical tomes by night and whenever she could sneak away from her aunt. Medicine became her focus the way guard training had when she was younger and within a few years she had the culture's equivalent of a medical degree. Before too long the medics realized that she likely possessed magical healing, something not native to Galanvoth. They urged her to find a way back to Concordia for training, a difficult trick with the border closed and Blythe still underage.

Blythe's escape eventually came in the form of a traveling carnival troupe, one of the few Concordian groups allowed to cross the border. It wasn't quite what her Protectorate training had prepared her for, but her experience with blades made her a passable performer. It was there she met Dray who, after a short conflict where they both thought they were competing for the same act as blade-dancers, became her performance partner and sibling-by-choice. Shortly after joining the carnival, she apprenticed to the troupe's healer, who became her friend and mentor and taught her the basics of magical healing.

After acquiring this particular medical license fairly quickly since she was already a trained medic and only needed to learn the magic side, she decided on a focus to study. She picked trans health because the two most important people in her life - - Dray and her mentor Wysta-- were transgender. She took a hiatus from the troupe in order to study, and returned to the capital city where she had grown up. Blythe, being Blythe, decided that while she was there, she may as well do the equivalent of a double major and pick up where she had left off with Protectorate training. By the time she got her second medical degree, she had passed the tests for the Protectorate rank. With these skills acquired and needing a break from academia for a while, she went back to her carnival troupe. There she became the assistant healer to her mentor while she tried to decide what she wanted to do with her career.

What she no longer had, however, was a sibling. She discovered that while she was gone, Dray had left the troupe to become a solo performer. Dray hadn't bothered to tell her. She heard nothing from them except a few stilted letters that sounded nothing like the verbose and argumentative sibling she had left behind. There was never an address to send anything back to, not with Dray on the road. She tried to keep herself busy by helping the troupe and almost managed to convince herself that she wasn't hurt by Dray's actions. She knew as much about Dray's past as they were willing to tell anyone and had picked up pieces of memories while healing them, so she suspected why Dray had left and understood the reason. This didn't make her happy, though. When Etri and Sol joined the troupe a few months later, she essentially became Sol's personal healer as she patched him up after every failed invention and bad idea. Before too long the twins became as close to her as she had been with Dray, and when Adair wandered into the carnival and needed help getting back his stolen art, she and the twins readily agreed to help. Blythe was less than happy when the search led the four to cross paths with Dray almost immediately. Communication had never been her or Dray's strong suit and it took a while before they were able to get back to where they had left off.

Her found family gave Blythe some much-needed direction. It might just be possible to be a healer, a performer, and a Protectorate. As Adair’s sentinel, the significant other to an artist with magic, she can use her guard training as the highest ranking level of Protectorate. Adair is free to travel with a carnival troupe, unlike most Artisans who choose to live in the capital city, because he's a cartographer. This would be the perfect solution if fate didn't have other things in mind than letting the five stay carnies.

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This is the next in the series of backstory moodboards I’m doing about the dorks. I have one for Addy here, two for Dray here and here, and one for Rosalie & Camille here. I’ll be sharing Blythe’s updated character bio board later this week. :)

This was made for @homesteadchronicles theme “teaching and education” because who better to use this week than the overachiever who technically has three degrees lol

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#writing #writeblr #character backstory #character moodboard #moodboard #character aesthetics #fantasy series #unexpected inspiration aesthetic #unexpected inspiration series #UI POV: Blythe #I really want to write more about Blythe as a teenager because that punk aesthetic is AWESOME #and I'm so bummed that she doesn't dress like that anymore lolol #the braid is something she's had for a while because all protectorates wear their hair in braids #it's kinda tradition that no one but your immediate family sees your hair loose

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peak-dumbass · 4 years

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Thoughts on Sons of Garmadon cuz redesigns :]

Also instead of watching all of the season and then adding my thoughts later I instead took notes while watch the season so that’s why this post is incredibly long, sorry about that :/

Anyway enjoy :>

Sorry for the accidental posting and I don’t want to rewrite everything so here’s from the original post

Lloyd reading the title of the episode also caught me off guard the first time I watched this

Basically Lloyd caught me off guard entirely the first time I watched this

Also his eyebrows are now THICC

“Still thirsty?”

...

I can see why people like Nya a lot (._.’)

Nya’s badass and f—king love her

Also the water bubbles she makes look really nice

Jay mimicking Cole is adorable

The first time we see them after a year and the first thing we see them do is argue and disturb a group of people that took a vow of silence

I love them

“Did I call you at a bad time?” They’re in the middle of a fight with the mechanic, what do think?

Also Pixal calling Lloyd “Master Lloyd” :’/

“Whoever said fight fire with fire clearly didn’t know what they were talking about.” “Hey, you’re stealing my lines!” I love you Kai

“Who likes ice cream? I do! How was that line Kai?” I love you Zane

Them teasing Lloyd for his deeper voice and them just genuinely having family fun bonding time just fills me with such happiness that I can’t describe with words :’’’’’’’’>

Misako abandons Lloyd yet again, and she was just starting to act like a good mother in Hands of Time >:/

Jay is not understanding a single thing being said to him, but at least he’s trying 👌

Their excuse for not mentioning the royal family throughout the series is “they like their privacy”? Really? Like really? Are they expecting us to believe this bullish-t?

Lloyd seeing Harumi for the first time: Can You Feel The Love Tonight🎶

Now Cole’s the only one who hasn’t had a crush in the series he is so gay and the writers can’t convince me otherwise

Can I just say the lighting for the inside of the place is beautiful? Cuz it is.

Also I just realized Cole’s the only ninja that isn’t wearing sleeves on his ninja suit, that’s cool👌

Since Harumi’s natural hair color is white, does that mean she’s albino?

“The maskes must never be reunited” Says the person who reunited the mask >:/ I know she’s acting good here but still

“No thank you, I actually gave up sweets. My body is a temple.” The moment I heard that for the first time I was like “WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO MY BOI?! WHO HAS HURT HIM?!”

Lloyd, stop stalking the princess, that’s illegal >:|

“Don’t worry, we’re ninja, we’re experts at this kind of thing” They proceed to loose the mask, let their main villain onto their ship, and Lloyd gets a crush on her :/

Grade A ninja-ing right there 👌👌👌

I’m on episode 2 and seeing Harumi acting nice and sweet and connecting with Lloyd and knowing that she’s faking all of it, I just feel so so so so bad for Lloyd :’<

Cole, don’t try to give Lloyd advice about girls when you aren’t even attracted to them

Ok so I procrastinated a bunch on doing this for some reason so Yee, let’s continue

I’ve only seen Mystake for 1 scene and if anything ever happens to her I’ll kill everyone in this room and myself

Oof I’m now sad and realize why everyone likes her

Ok so we all agree the tea Mystake gave Jay and Lloyd to see the drawings move is weed right? Or had weed in it?

Why is Cole hiding in a garbage bin when Zane is using a perfectly good newspaper? Also oh boy can’t wait to see Rocky DangerBuff and Snake Jaguar in action :3

The way Snake walked into the bar Jesus

and I’m trying to watch this without skipping it cuz to me the whole thing is very awkward and I can’t stand awkward stuff like this but I also heard there was glacier so I’m gonna try to watch this without yeeting my phone and burying my face in my pillow

Chloe: Snake is gorgeous and we stan

Me: I know he’s beautiful look at him, he’s amazing

He’s bad boi and baby boi at the same time and I love him

Just added Cole into a scene with the ninja when he’s actually still kidnapped by UV so noice job Ninjago HQ 👏👏👏

Zane looks so weird in the flash of Wu finding him dear god

Stop bothering him Cole, let Zane Rp as Snake for a little bit longer

DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE DAD COLE

Cad is what Cole would have named the baby if it didn’t turn out to be Wu cuz Cole + Dad

Ali: "Why cad?" "Its cooler than Chad cause you take out the h for hoe"

Ali/clumsy you’re a genius

”you didn’t think it would that easy, did you?”

Guys is weird to think that UV is 100 times hotter after saying that line?

Mommy UV vs Dad Cole, Mommy UV is fighting Dad Cole for the baby

Oof I remember what’s gonna happen to Zane y’all and I’m not happy plz Mr.E stahp plz

Mr.E to the SOG after he kicks Zane’s ass: Guess who just got murdered!

“Not all men-“

Me: You’re right, Zane Ninjago would never do this

Mr.E: I’m on my way, I’m on my way, I’m on my way to kick Zane’s ass :D!

Cole is Pearl from SU confirmed, he was staring at baby Wu sleeping

Harumi: Maybe we can use this blanket at a Parachute?

Lloyd: What do this is a cartoon?!

Lloyd proceeds to do the exact thing he said wouldn’t work

Also Harumi is the best actor I’ve ever seen like seriously 10/10 👌 actor, playing with Lloyd’s heart strings like she’s been doing it for years

“How to be a heartbreaker” is Harumi’s jam and theme song

SO I WAS ADDING MY THOUGHTS ON HERE AND TUMBLR JUST DECIDED TO BE A LITTLE B-TCH AND CLOSE ON ME BEFORE I SAVED MY THOUGHTS AND NOW MY THOUGHTS ON HALF EPISODE 5 AND 6 ARE GONE OOF SO I’M JUST GONNA SAY THAT PIXAL IS HAVING SELF ESTEEM ISSUES OR SOMETHING SIMILAR AND SHE’S AMAZING AND IT’S MAKING ME SAD THAT ALL SHE SEES HERSELF AS ASSISTANCE AND NOTHING MORE

Also Lloyd falls onto a few branches and gets a hurt arm that requires a blanket while Nya was at the front of the ship with 0 protecction and was basically yeeted to the main deck while it crashed into the jungle and she doesn’t even get a break?!

I know Nya is stronger than Lloyd but GOSH DIDDLY DARN I didn’t know she was that STRONK!

Baby Wu: “Ninja never quit hehehehehe”

The ninja:

Lloyd: Confused Green Bean Noises

Harumi: kisses him on the cheek

Lloyd: •////• completely forgets what he was confused about

Harumi saved by lovestruck Lloyd and boners

Cole to Baby Wu: You took care of us, it’s only fair that we take care of you.

Me:

GOD I LOVE COLE HE’S AMAZING

Harumi and Lloyd during that one waterfall scene in Episode 6:

Also Harumi’s backstory for why she likes Garmadon and hates the ninja including Lloyd, it completely makes sense cuz she was a child that over heard that the ninja didn’t do sh-t and Garmadon saved the city so it makes sense why she hates the ninja and believes Garmadon should be Ninjago’s leader, and since it happened when she was young she didn’t think things through, she didn’t think about it from the ninja perspective and especially didn’t think about it from Lloyd’s perspective cuz she was a child, kids don’t tend to think about the other person’s perspective on things, so I think it makes sense and it’s really good 👌 also this is Ninjago’s first main female villain, all the other ones were either second in command or were in a crew that worked for a bigger villain so yeah that’s cool

“Don’t you guys have any idea what she’s doing? She’s resurrecting Garmadon! Lord Garmadon!” Yeah no sh-t Kai, the name of their gang is “Sons of Garmadon”, of course they know and of course they’re ok with it why do think they’re helping her?

“Then it’s a good thing the Quiet One isn’t a bad guy but a bad girl” It doesn’t matter that Pythor, Chen, Morro, and Garmadon had dicc, what matters is that the greater evil didn’t listen to them dipsh-t.

Harumi screams a lot, like Princess Peach/Damsel-in-distress amount of high pitch screaming and I’m surprised Lloyd or the other ninja haven’t told her to shut up at one point.

a slightly dark room suddenly turns a little bit darker

Harumi:

Lloyd: Jesus even when I was a kid I had tougher skin then you, I know this is a little hypocritical for my to say, but grow the f—k up god

Ok woah woah woah, how did Lloyd go from “I didn’t tell you about the fact that I’m part Oni, Mystake only told me and Jay” to “You’re the Quiet One” like he isn’t wrong but how did he put it together in such little amount of time?

Ok this is how the Lloyd vs Harumi fight should have gone down:

Lloyd: Give me a good reason not do destroy it right now.

Harumi: I’ll give you 2. You want to see your father again and you love me.

Lloyd: HAH! While you busy being a heterosexual b-tch I studied the blade!

Lloyd kicks Harumi’s ass and the day is saved

Am I wrong? Lloyd only met Harumi a couple of days ago, it’s like Anna from Frozen but LEGOs

“Love is an open door” is Llorumi shippers theme song

“I WANT YOU TO FEEL THE EMPTINESS THAT I FEEL”

B-TCH HAVE YOU NOT SEEN HIS F—KING CHILDHOOD HE HAS MORE TRAUMA THEN YOU WILL EVER GET YOUR F—KING LIFE TIME!!!

I KNOW SHE IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER AND THAT SHE HASN’T SEEN HIS LIFE LIKE WE HAVE BUT DAMN IF IT ISN’T ACTIVATING MY PROTECC-LLOYD-AT-ALL-COSTS-AND-THAT-THIS-IS-TOTAL-BULLSH-T INSTINCTS

“Or we’ll have to get all ninja on you!” “What does that even mean?” “I don’t know I was improvising” Tbh that’s a mood Kai, at least to me

Lloyd: Guys, Rumi is the Quiet One!

The ninja who are currently surrounded by the SOG including Harumi: Oh really, ya don’t say?

Lloyd just got yeeted out of a waterfall so it sorta makes sense why he didn’t notice

Lloyd said I won’t let you get away with this and Harumi said YEET

They have Lloyd they have the masks and we have trouble

Baby Wu: Puppy!

that ain’t a puppy Sensei it’s a giant underwater scorpion monster

I forgot they tamed the giant underwater scorpion monster and named it Crabby, and Jay hugged one of Crabby’s claws, Jay’s favorite pet the ninja have ever had is Crabby confirmed

“So this is your true face without the mask, no wonder you covered it” Damn Lloyd is salty, LET LLOYD SAY F—K 2020

Chloe: Lloyd said "bitch u ugly" poetically

Me: Yeah, he got the saltiness from Kai and the poetic speech from Zane

“There was never anything between us”

One episode earlier

“You want your father back, and you love me”

One episode earlier

Harumi kisses Lloyd on cheek and proteccs him from the corrupted Samurai X suit

Me:

Harumi gets close to Lloyd

Me: KICK HER IN THE NONEXISTENT BALLS

Yay the most useful and totally not child abandoning character, Misako, is here and giving Lloyd information that he already knew and is being incredibly useful buy not only abandoning Lloyd for a second time in his life but also finding Baby Wu for the SOG Hooray

“Stop Rumi, this isn’t you!” B-tch you’ve only known her for a couple of days, and she has played with your heart, in dangered your friends, and tried to kill you and your friends on multiple occasions, and she nearly succeeded on killing Zane (though tbh Zane gets nearly killed every season so that isn’t a surprise)

“You were right, this isn’t me” YOU SERIOUSLY BELIEVED HE’LL FALL FOR THAT BULLSH-T AGAIN? AFTER YOU TRIED TO DROWN HIM AND HIS MOM WHILE SUMMONING HIS EVIL DAD FROM THE DEAD? HAH, B-TCH YOU THOUGHT!

“Stop. Save it for someone who cares” Yesssssss I love youuuuuuu by baby boiiiiii

Sees the arm coming out of the anvil-thing

Me: Terminator Garmadon? Also this is what happens when we complain too much, we also gotta be more specific people! We can’t ask for just Garmadon, we need to ask for Good/Sensei Garmadon or else we’ll get bullsh-t like this!

THE SCENE OF THE NINJA SINGING WEEKEND WHIP JUST PLAYED AND THE HAPPY WHOLESOME VIBES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Also there’s no way harumi gets the resurrection spell right on the first try, like no way, impossible, like she even gets interrupted by Lloyd and the ninja at the end and then Garmadon appears after that? Like I’m not a witch/wizard myself but I’m pretty sure that’s not how spells work? You don’t just start a spell, stop before the spell is finished, and the spell still works :/

Also how the hecc did Garmadon know where to find Harumi? It was never explained, he just like punched his way into the police station and was like “Yo b-tch what’s up?”

“I can turn him once, I can turn him again” ends up getting his ass handed to him and nearly dieing for the millionth time in his life

“That sounds like a really bad idea” “And Kai knows bad ideas, he’s full of them” Oof Kai just got roasted

“Lloyd, what are you doing?” “I’m sorry, Nya. I have to confront him” OOF HE REALLY DID JUST PULL A KAI DIDN’T HE

I’m not gonna quote everything Lloyd says here cuz there’s too much but DAMN HE’S REALLY PISSED OFF AND IS REALLY DOING A KAI JESUS

I know we all wanted Sensei Garmadon back but I’m ngl this Garmadon looks really cool and gives really good evil speeches to unmotivate his opponent

OOF Y’ALL REALLY HAD TO ADD LLOYD HOLDING OUT THE PHOTO OF HIM AND GARMADON WITH LLOYD STRUGGLING SAYING “FATHER” AND THE PHOTO GOING INTO THE WIND DIDN’T Y’ALL MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THAT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND I STILL HAVE TO MAKE IT THROUGH EPISODE 10 WHERE I KNOW LLOYD’S HEART IS GONNA BE RIPED OUT OF HIS CHEST AND STOMPED ON WITH A SPIKED SHOE

F—K HARUMI F—K NINJAGO HQ F—K EMPEROR GARMADON F—K THE SOG JUST LEAVE MY POOR BABY ALONE

Y’all I don’t think I can make it through the next episode f—k man

Holy f—k I forgot Emperor Garmadon reads the title card in episode 10 oof

“Not so fast!” “‘No so fast”?! You used that ages ago!” True, it sucked then and it sucks now

“My brother is coming” “How do you know?” “I know” Dang even baby Wu doesn’t tell people sh-t

“You sure you’re up for this?” “I was married to him once, I’m up for anything” Ok so you’re saying that as if you were the one that was treated badly in that relationship and not the other way around like it should be but whatever floats your boat pal

“Careful!” “Are you actually doubting my ability to closely approximate the true value of our surroundings? I’m a nindroid.” Damn Zane is pissed

COLE LITERALLY JUMPED OFF THE BOUNTY TO CATCH BABY WU NOT KNOWING JAY WAS GONNA CATCH HIM AKA HE WOULD HAVE DIED FOR BABY WU I’M SCREAMING GOD I LOVE COLE

Ok so Lloyd you are excellent at fabulous/eat-a-dicc-b-tch exits like wow 👏👏👏👏👏

Also the scene with the 4 OG ninja and Baby Wu traveling to the first realm looks really really nice ngl

All in all I really really like this season, it’s great 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

#ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #ninjago lloyd #ninjago cole #ninjago nya #ninjago harumi #ninjago ultra violet #ninjago mr. e #ninjago misako #ninjago garmadon #ninjago wu #ninjago pixal #ninjago mystake #ninjago incorrect quotes

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holy-heck-i-love-my-fo · 3 years

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(A/N): Geordo and I are gay for each other. Sword fighting is a love language.

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“Excuse me!” I shouted, waving my arms at my super smart and talented and also incredibly handsome classmate Geordo.

“Hm?” He asked, turning around to look at me.

“Well,” I started, a little bit unsure how to phrase my request in a way that wouldn’t seem too needy, “I was wondering if you could help me train.”

He seemed to perk up at that. “What training do you need?”

“I feel like I’m getting rusty when it comes to swordsmanship, you know? I haven’t had much time to practice with classes and studying and practicing magic, but it’s a super important skill.”

“I have time to spare. Shall we duel?”

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I actually wasn’t the most familiar with sword fighting at all. I hadn’t been trained much at home because everyone considered me to be the kid who wasn’t going places. While everyone said it would be so cool not to have to practice it, I longed for it. I could only train by myself because my brother was always busy, and my parents weren’t willing to pay the extra money for lessons for me despite their riches.

So why I chose to be on the other end of Geordo- a guy who’s known for being incredibly good at sword fighting-’s sword was not a question that could be given any answer other than my intense attraction to him blinding all of my common sense.

My other senses, though, were sharp as I watched him pull out his sword and point it towards me. I copied his action with my own, hoping that I could learn as I went.

The armor covering my body suddenly didn’t feel like enough when he swung the sword at me.

“Make sure you’re always paying attention,” he said.

I managed to fling my sword up in front of me in time, and my eyes widened at the sound of the swords clanging against each other.

This was even cooler than I thought it’d be.

“Of course,” I responded, trying to sound chill and nonchalant while I fanboyed like crazy on the inside.

He twirled, before going in for a low strike.

His little twirl disarmed me far more than the sword clanging against my armor.

Now I knew that it was for the sake of the fight. But it was also really cute, and I was already a sucker for him.

“You have to try to anticipate your opponent’s next moves.” He nodded at me. “Uh huh,” I said, feeling in a daze as I watched him strut back to the other side of our little arena.

“You’re lucky that the types of these blades are dull for training. I could’ve done some serious damage had I been using a sharp blade, or had I gone for a part of you that your armor doesn’t cover.” He made eye contact with me as he spoke, talking in a calming yet stern way that made me listen even through my hazy, overwhelmingly gay thoughts.

“Got it! I’ll make sure to do better this time.” I smiled at him.

Then his blade was in my face again.

I managed to parry it, then quickly hopped backwards a step.

He gave me a smile, looking impressed.

“Good job,” he said, side-stepping to avoid my swing at him.

“Thanks,” I said, doing a little twirl- let’s be honest; my twirl was almost solely for the aesthetic- and taking a quick step towards him.

Then his sword was up against my neck.

“Uh,” I managed to squeak out.

He tilted my chin up with his blade, making me look up at him and into his eyes.

“You did good,” he said. “However, you are going up against one of the best.”

“Thanks. I guess you won,” I muttered, my voice barely more than a croak as he gave me a look that made it seem like he was looking right into my thoughts.

“Mhm,” he said. “Wait, oh dear. I hope I didn’t hurt you. Your voice seems to be a little bit off.”

He pulled his sword away from my neck, pulled a cloth out of his pocket, and started cleaning it with the cloth.

“No! Don’t worry. You didn’t hurt me. You definitely didn’t hurt me. Just shaken up a little haha.” I continued the eye contact.

He didn’t break it. We were just there looking into each other’s eyes for a while.

Then I kissed him. I threw my arms around him and kissed him hard.

It took a moment for him to process it, but he kissed back just as fervently.

When I pulled away, I could hear our heavy breathing as I looked into his eyes. His eyes were just as vibrant and stunning as ever as he looked at me. It made me feel seen. He made me feel loved.

“What’s that thing you always say?” He asked, tapping his finger on his chin. “About the ‘inherent homoeroticism in sword fighting’. Because now I definitely understand what you mean.”

He laughed, and my heart skipped a beat.

“Hey!” I said with a laugh.

Then he kissed me again.

And again.

#ok to rb #in fact very encouraged #also #y'all I got a whole bunch of back pain right now #</3 #pargeor #asdkgjlaljkg I love him so much #like sir please kiss me #I love him so much #<3_<3 #:)! <3!#my writing #my stuff

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⌠ BAHAR SAHIN, 19 CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, AYLIN KALELI! according to their records, they’re a SECOND year, specializing in LINGUISTICS, CULTURE, & ASSIMILATION; and they DID go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (hair pulled back with a chanel ribbon, lycra boots with razor blades in the heel, champagne and french macarons in a bubble bath, wiping your tears with a $100 bill). when it’s the (leo)’s birthday on 8/3/00 they always request their FRENCH FRIES from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

hi, hello, i’ve been sitting on this idea for a while and i was going to wait until june but with all these new characters i just got too excited ?! so, fuck it, i’m here now, i can’t help myself. for plots, feel free to message me here on tumblr or hmu on discord @ #kati7600, but check out her intro below the cut ! // ty @gallagherintro

INSPIRATION.

bex baxter – gallagher girls

carmen cortez – spy kids

blair waldorf – gossip girl

cher horowitz – clueless

torrance shipman – bring it on

jackie burkhart – that 70s show

BACKGROUND.

both of her parents work for the national intelligence organization of turkey, they’re big shots and they make a lot of money! she has two older sisters and she’s born into a world of wealth and expectations. it won’t take her long to learn more languages than years she has lived, and waking up early to run drills and do obstacle courses with her sisters is routine.

picture perfect on the outside, the household within goes through turmoil. her mother is promoted to the director of the NIO and it puts a strain on her parent’s relationship. her father starts taking more business trips, and aylin and her sisters spend nights sitting on the top of the stairs, listening in on phone conversations. aylin’s the youngest, so she doesn’t really understand what’s going on and needs to have it broken down.

aylin had always LOVED her parent’s love story – they met on a mission and they were partners for years, it’s all very romantic. so the divorce leaves her confused. how could you stop loving someone? how could you just give up?

both of her parents are an active part of her life, the divorce is...fairly amicable and they share custody. the only thing aylin doesn’t like is her father’s new girlfriend, young and totally uninvolved in the world of espionage. the girl could be her sister. aylin spends her time split between two houses, half-belonging to each, but her parents feel GUILTY so aylin quickly learns how to use that guilt to get what she wants, whether it’s freedom or material goods.

she’s a little spoiled, but it doesn’t satisfy her. nothing really does, it just makes her feel sort of empty, so she works harder, filling time with books and training with her older sisters who tell her cool stories from their spy prep schools and teach aylin things they’ve learned when they come home for breaks. aylin long for the day when she’s not splitting your time between other people’s homes and she’s in a place that she can really call her own.

she goes to the same spy prep school that her older sisters did in london. she’s competitive from the get-go because she’s a kelali and people already expect things from her to begin with. she smiles when people call her by her sister’s name or mention her mother, but inside she’s seething, eager to prove that she’s good because she works hard, not because she’s someone’s sister or daughter.

it’d be a lie to say that aylin didn’t step on a few toes, and the way she skyrocket to valedictorian is a little less than savory – she reports her competition for illicit activities, and...perhaps she planted something in their locker idk!!!

she has her pick of spy prep colleges across the nation, but her mom really encourages her to choose gallagher. why? that’s weird, her mom never went there and neither does the rest of her family! but aylin really likes the idea of a place that’s all hers and she’s always wanted to see america, so she chooses it. she’s a bit smug about being ahead of others because she’s been reading books on espionage since age 4, and if you don’t know sixteen languages, stay out of her way.

PERSONALITY:

PROUD. aylin is a very proud person, she grew up in an affluent household with important parents. when faced with a challenge, it’s her pride that tends to motivate her to be the best because she feels like she has something to prove, and she’ll turn her nose up at you until she gets it. this also makes her stubborn.

INTELLIGENT. aylin was raised in an environment where she was being trained since her childhood, knowing about espionage since she could speak, but she also has an iq of 122, so not quite genius level but she’s getting there. she’s the head cheerleader type that you’d be surprised is actually really good at math.

HARD-WORKING. queen of taking on too many extracurriculars at all times! honestly she tends to overexert herself until she burns out, but she wants it all – the exciting social life, the straight As, the meaningful connections, the parties, when does she sleep? maybe never.

SNOBBISH. honestly, she doesn’t mean to come off as a snob but she definitely does because she hasn’t really known anything other than crystal dishware and fancy clothes. she doesn’t even comprehend that other people don’t come from the same place of privilege that she has.

FUN-LOVING. the girl you want to party with! just because she’s a good student, she wouldn’t want you to think that she doesn’t know how to have a good time. aylin operates in extremes, so she parties just as hard as she studies and has a tendency to get carried away, but let it be known that she’s doing this for herself and not for anyone else’s attention.

MANIPULATIVE. aylin will step on toes to get what she wants, and she’s not scared to fight dirty. she tends to stay in the lines of what’s legal of course, but if she sees a window into getting what she wants, she’ll say what she needs to in order to get it. honestly, she can be a bit callous with the way she uses people and doesn’t always understand the effects of her actions. she would tell you that the ends justify the means. yikes.

INDEPENDENT. doesn’t need you or anyone else and wants you to know it. her confidence is genuine and real, and she doesn’t attribute any of her accomplishments to her family name – she’s not insecure about it, she knows that she’s good at what she does.

HEADCANONS.

started school early, so she’s a bit young for her grade by a year. she sees this as a positive thing and will brag to you about how she’s younger AND smarter. annoying.

acts like she really likes healthy food and eats a salad in public ( will tell you that’s her favorite food ) but she’s weak for things that are greasy and fried and will be pigging out in secret. her favorite food is french fries but you probably wouldn’t guess that about her !

languages she knows: english, french, turkish, arabic, german, kurmanji, italian, dutch, spanish, mandarin, japanese, latin, hindustani, malay, russian, bengali. some are better than others and some she reads more than she can really speak.

taught herself to skateboard since coming to america since it seemed like the thing to do based on watching american films. she will ride her little penny board in high heels and loves it ! and you thought i couldn’t make her more annoying !

tons of expensive lingerie but u can look but don’t touch.

bisexual but still not interested in you.

leo with a virgo rising and cancer moon. i am so SORRY !

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

SERENA TO HER BLAIR. literally her best friend ever, but they probably have a sort of on-off friendship because they’re strong personalities and get in each other’s business. however, when it comes down to it, they’ll always put the other first and they love each other immensely, would kill a man for the other. but they’re also pretty competitive too.

GIRL SQUAD. i just want her to have a couple close girl friends that are all close...you know. i would love if one of them was more subdued and totally chill about everything, maybe a wallflower type, and then another that’s kind of nerdy ? but also cool, you know. i’m just dreaming.

EX/BESTIE. aylin and this person used to date like forever ago, but mutually decided that they made better friends than romantic partners. they care about each other a lot, and they probably make jokes about how they USED to date. a healthy ex connection basically !

ON/OFF THING. because for every healthy ex i also want something kind of toxic. essentially it’s not good for either of them and they just keep going back to each other because, well, it’s a place of comfort or whatever. they drive each other fucking crazy though and no one can keep up with whether they hate each other’s guts today or if they’re all heart eyes.

SWORN ENEMY. but for a justified reason, like aylin probably screwed them over for something academic or even in a campus club or something. if your character went to a spy prep school, maybe they’re the person that aylin screwed out of the valedictorian role ? might submit a WC for that cause. fun.

PROJECT. like my fair lady, be aylin’s eliza doolittle, let her she’s the man you, whatever. essentially, your character might by shy, nervous, or new to the spy world and aylin wants to give them a metaphoric ( or maybe even physical ! ) makeover and help them get acclimated, teach them the ways of the world. i’m also picturing that pic of the lesbians, u know what i mean. i can’t find it, but i google searched “girl doing the other girls makeup, gay”

FORBIDDEN FRIENDSHIPS/LOVE. idk something totally not allowed. if this was sooner i’d want her ass to have a crush on a witness protection kid. however, her parents work for the turkish NIO, so perhaps your muse’s parents or family have been involved in something rivaling that so they’re not supposed to get along.

MARRIED COUPLE FRIENDS. these are friends that are so close that they’re practically a married couple?? i’d love to do a platonic m/f thing with this, where they fight and get on to each other like they’re married but love each other like it too. lil grandparents of their friend group.

CRUSHER. someone who has a crush on her, probably because they’re fascinated with the idea of her and not her true problematic self. she’d probably be kinda rude to them and i’d love to plot this out long enough for that crush to turn to dislike once they recognize the selfish parts of her or notice she’s been making fun of them. maybe a flipped scenario.

ONE NIGHT STAND. maybe after a few too many drinks, they hooked up. something recent so we can make it super awkward and potentially funny.

SET-UP. your character’s parents are close friend’s with aylin’s and they’re trying to set aylin up with your character. aylin and your character are NOT compatible at all and it’s hilarious.

OVERSEAS. they met while they were both abroad together one summer, and they accidentally got into some trouble with international police maybe just for being too drunk on the streets or acting stupid, climbing stuff. aylin considers your character a liability and has avoided them since, disregarding the fun times they had.

RIVALS/ENEMIES WITH SEXUAL TENSION.

EXISTING CONNECTIONS.

NAZ FARHI. her cousin. the two of them don’t NOT get along...but aylin really thought she would come to a school and be the only one of her family members there and then naz showed up ! determined to make it clear that she’s the best.

JO TRAN. rival/dislike. took one of the upper-level courses because she could and her attitude got on jo’s nerves because what doesn’t get on jo’s nerves. aylin’s just the epitome of everything that pisses jo off.

KASSANDRA SUTTON. bad friend to. one of those friendships where one person takes more than they give, and it’s not ON PURPOSE, but kass is really just so easy to take advantage of, aylin’s ALWAYS running to her when she needs a favor.

#gallagher:intro

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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 5 years

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Good neighbours become great fucks 2

Part one is here Ao3 Link

Jungkook x female reader smut.

Jealous babyboy. Noona kink I guess? Dildo. Butt stuff(male receiving). Lil exhibitionism I guess. Mentions of voyeurism. I dunno sex shit

It’s finally Jungkook’s turn with you

The months following the best threesome of Jimin’s life only got better as more time passed in the apartment across the hall. It wasn’t just you that Jimin had grown close to, it was Taehyung too and you loved how close they were, it led to a very interesting though disastrous four-way that resulted in a black eye for you when the jealous fourth partner wanted to get into the centre of the three of you but only resulted in pushing you off the bed to land face first against the bedside table. Needless to say, your best friends jumped straight to your side and let’s just say, the fourth member left with a limp that was not from your boys’ incredible dick game.

This was only last night yet you return home from a very long shift to find a tie on your doorknob.

“Are you serious?” You whined dropping your head against the door with a thump only to immediately whimper and pull back. The bruising around your eye was pretty bad and travelled over your left eyebrow leaving your whole eye swollen and not at all pretty to look at. You had been banned from helping out with any of the kids at the hospital just in case you made them uneasy. It was a valid point.

“Oh! Noona!” You turned your head upon hearing Jungkook’s steps to find him approaching from the stairs. Clearly, he had been grocery shopping if the bags he was holding were anything to go by, at least he had been holding them but as soon as he saw your badly bruised features he dropped them all to sprint over and cup your face gently, concern thick in his eyes as he examined the damage.

“What happened?!” He shrieked but before you could explain, his expression turned dark and his jaw clenched. Maybe your thighs quivered a little at the sight. Maybe. No-one can prove anything. Except for anyone with eyes because it was pretty fucking obvious your thighs shook.

“Who did this? I’ll fucking kill them.”

“Fuck Kook, warn a girl before you get all badass and protective like that.” You breathed, one hand on your chest over your thumping heart. Still as weak for Jungkook as ever. Actually, that’s a lie, you were more gone for Jungkook than before. Growing close to Jimin meant spending a lot of time in his apartment consequently also getting closer to your hot neighbour.

“I’m being serious, Y/N.” He warned, voice stern.

“I know,” You smiled fondly and placed your hands over his to pull them down between your bodies yet not letting go. “This was an accident and it’s been dealt with already, Tae and Minnie got him good.”

“Wait, this was from the guy that you were all with last night?” You nodded and somehow, Jungkook grew angrier. “As if I didn’t hate him enough.”

“You never met him, he was a random guy from the club-”

“I saw him all over you, he touched you too much.”

“I wanted to be touched.”

“By some random guy. He could’ve been a psycho! He hurt you this bad by accident, imagine if he was trying to!”

“Okay, back the fuck up right now.” You dropped his hands and his eyes lowered to watch your body move away from his, his lips pulling down into a sad frown.

“Why are you being like this? We’ve picked up plenty of people and you’ve never said a word about it. If you were so concerned you should’ve said something at the club before we took him home, Jungkook.” He flinched as you spoke his name, a sign you were indeed not happy. Since becoming better friends, you always used a nickname, never Jungkook.

“I-I didn’t want to cross any lines. I thought you might get mad at me.”

“Then what’s the difference now, hm?”

“You’re hurt, I can see it and it fucking kills me to see you like this, you don’t deserve to feel any pain, especially not from some greasy piece of shit from a sleazy club that should’ve never gone home with you in the first place.”

“Is that what this is? You’re jealous?” His eyes widened at your accusation. A completely accurate accusation but he didn’t want you to know that.

“W-what?! Jealous?! Why would I be?!” He scoffed. “I have girls and guys all over me all the time, I’m not even into guys but they still beg for my dick! I have no reason to be jealous!”

“So you don’t want to fuck me?”

“No.” He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. A humourless laugh left your lips, your hand running through your hair as you bent down to pick up your bag from the floor where you had dropped it upon realising Taehyung was busy in the apartment and did not want to be disturbed.

“Is Jimin in?”

“He’s with Taehyung.” You looked at your door forlornly, you could really do with a cuddle from a least one of your best friends but no way were you going to interrupt them- you were waiting for them to start dating like they both desperately wanted and sex that didn’t involve you was a step closer.

“Well, I’m commandeering his bed, open the door.” You motioned to his apartment lazily. Jungkook studied you for a few seconds, far from oblivious to your mood change but didn’t want to push you for an explanation, always too worried he’d make you quit your friendship.

As soon as he had unlocked the door to his apartment, you walked inside, placing your shoes in the spot they always went in before heading straight to Jimin’s bedroom and shutting the door closed firmly behind you.

Jungkook sighed heavily and gathered the groceries back into the bags before taking them into the kitchen, mind full of what the hell he could do to make it up to you.

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Weeks passed and you hadn’t been the same with Jungkook since, no more teasing remarks, no more suggestive comments to see him blush, you hardly treated him as a friend anymore and everyone noticed.

“Okay so going to tell me what’s up?” Namjoon asked at the monthly movie marathon, a new tradition in which Jimin and Jungkook’s group of six plus yourself and Taehyung met at Seokjin and Namjoon’s house to spend the whole day eating junk food, watching films and just enjoying the rare chance you got to all meetup. It was the one day you all made certain to keep clear on your calendars.

“What?” You asked confusedly before shoving a handful of mini pretzel sticks into your mouth.

“Why are you being a bitch to Kook, is what he means.” Yoongi clarified.

“He was being a dick about me hooking up with guys, this was the day after the four-way-”

“That guy still doesn’t walk the same,” Seokjin commented as he walked past where the three of you were crowded around one corner of the large dining table for reasons unknown to literally everyone including yourselves. “You’re lucky he didn’t try to press charges.” Then he was gone, off to do whatever he did during movie breaks, you suspected he worked despite the work ban on the day in an attempt to catch up on paperwork- the life of a police officer was hard.

“Must be nice having a hot cop for a boyfriend.” You hummed sighing longingly.

“I suspect you want a hot soon-to-be-director for your boyfriend,” Namjoon replied.

“You suspect? You know just because Jin lets you handcuff him during roleplay it doesn’t mean you’re a cop, Joonie.”

“Valid point though.” Yoongi murmured, the majority of his attention on trying to open a bag of sour worms in vain.

“Whose, mine or hers?” Namjoon queried.

“Both.” Yoongi groaned in frustration and gave up with the bag, tipping his head back to shout “Kook! Get your muscle pig ass here now and open these fucking worms!”

Jungkook appeared only a handful of seconds later, always willing to help out anyone if it involved showing off his strength.

Instantly Jungkook gripped the packet and pulled only for the bag to tear open and the little sugar coated sweets to fly out all over the place.

“Fucking choke me.” You muttered, having watched Jungkook’s muscles flex despite the effort clearly being so small.

Jungkook was the one that actually choked, the sweet he had just shoved into his mouth lodging in his throat.

“Oh fuck.” You jumped up to move to him. “Can I touch you?” You asked because despite being friends, your training kicked in and told you to ask permission first to prevent the risk of accusation of touching someone without consent even if it was an attempt to save their life. Some people just thrive off of doing whatever they can to get money, even suing medical professionals that helped them.

Jungkook nodded, hands clasped to his throat as he tried to force the food from his throat. It only took three firm impacts from your hand between his shoulder blades to dislodge the sweet, sending it flying onto the table.

“Are you okay?” You immediately asked, relocating to stand in front of him and hold his face so he would look at you instead of hanging his head. He nodded, trying to suck in breaths, large hands folding over yours. No-one said anything while Jungkook closed his eyes and focused on getting his breath back to normal. Actually, Yoongi and Namjoon scrambled out of the room as soon as Jungkook’s eyes closed, leaving you alone with the guy seeing as he still held your hands to his face.

“Didn’t know you have a choking kink.” Were the first words he spoke hoarsely, eyes fluttering open to look at you.

“I don’t, well...I’ve never tried it, at least not being choked, Jimin likes being choked sometimes.” You admitted, eyes flickering away from his gaze awkwardly, wanting nothing more than to leave the situation and room.

“Right yeah, you guys.” Jungkook dropped his hands letting you take your own hands back. “I never expected that to go on that long, he’s gay but he fucks you a lot.”

“Technically, he’s never fucked me.” You stated. Jungkook gave you a disbelieving look, arms folding tight across his broad chest. “The only part of me any of him has been inside is my mouth.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You should, it’s the truth-”

“You seriously expect me to believe he doesn’t fuck you when he has the chance to?”

“You had the chance and didn’t.” Jungkook’s mouth open and closed comically like a flustered fish.

“What?!” He finally managed to shriek just when you were about to step out of the open door into the hallway where you didn’t doubt at least one of the nosey little shits were eavesdropping. “Noona!” He called desperately so you sighed and turned back around to face him.

“Yes, Jungkook?” He whined, physically whined then and your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “What’s that for?”

“What happened to Kookie?” You just stared, trying to come up with a way to say you were trying to get over him by distancing yourself without actually confessing your feelings and embarrassing yourself. “No wait, don’t distract me” Still, you didn’t respond because honestly, how fucking could you? “When did I have the chance?”

“What?”

“You said I had the chance and didn’t take it.”

“I literally asked if you wanted to fuck me, you said no as if it was the most ridiculous thing ever.” He baulked as if you had sprouted tentacles and asked to check his prostate with one of the slime slicked things.

“What?!” He was back to shrieking and you winced at the sheer pitch. Who knew Jungkook could screech that high? “That-you-that! Ridiculous! I wouldn’t!”

“Yeah thanks, I got that the first time.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning back around. You had only managed to get out of the room- to find all six of your friends huddled only a few feet from the kitchen entrance suddenly flailing to act like they hadn’t been spying- when a strong arm around your waist pulled you back into the kitchen. Your back hit the door once it closed and Jungkook loomed over you, looking intimidating for all of two seconds before he whined and slumped down into himself.

“Can you stop walking away when I’m trying to have a conversation with you?”

“I don’t appreciate being manhandled outside of sex.” You stated bluntly. He blinked a few times before he straightened up and composed himself.

“You never offered to have sex with me.”

“We were outside our apartments, Tae and Minnie had sexiled me, you got all stupid because of the bruise and I asked right then if you wanted to fuck me.”

“Yeah…” He mumbled a look of disbelief smothering his features rapidly. “I...I didn’t know you were offering.”

“What, you thought I was just randomly asking?”

“I thought you were going to take the piss that I want you but can’t have you and my gay best friend can and has many times.”

“So you did want to fuck me?” He nodded. “You fucking idiot!” You reached out to slap his wonderfully firm chest and so what if your hand lingered a little too long to not be classed as copping a feel.

“Ow! Noona!”

“Why didn’t you just admit it?! We could’ve been fucking that same night but no you had to lie to my face and fucking crush me.”

“We could’ve?” His eyes widened but before you could respond he was talking again. “Wait, what do you mean crush you? How did I crush you?”

“You think you’re the only one here that’s been wanting to fuck the other?”

“You want to fuck me?” You nodded. “Since when?”

“Since I first saw you.”

“Oh fuck.” He stepped closer to you while lifting his hands as if to touch your face but quickly dropped them and stepped back into his original spot, an anxious look on his face as he chewed on his bottom lip.

“What is it, baby?” He groaned and whimpered, fingers flexing at his sides as if aching to reach out to you.

“I want to touch you.” He admitted.

“Then why aren’t you?” Another whine left his throat. “I’m giving you permission, baby.”

“Stop it noona.” He bounced on his feet slightly like a sulking child. “I can’t touch you if I can’t fuck you.”

“What makes you think you can’t?”

“I mean right now. If I touch you right now, I’ll want to fuck you right now.”

“I stick with my previous words, what makes you think you can’t?” Jungkook’s eyes widened with excitement, lust shining brightly but just as he was about to move over to you, the door flew open and an unimpressed Seokjin stood there staring you both down.

“You are not fucking in my kitchen.” He stated. Jungkook flushed and flailed, trying to act innocent and deny it.

“Like much worse hasn’t been done in here, I know Joon likes being bent over tables and counters and edged.” You scoffed reaching out to grab Jungkook’s hand in your own. The back of Seokjin’s neck and tips of his ears burned red as you passed him with a wink.

“You’re not ditching movie night to fuck,” Yoongi ordered.

“We’re finally watching Black Panther,” Namjoon whined. “Don’t ruin this for us guys.”

“If you leave now I’m telling Y/N about your drunken confession last week,” Jimin announced, smiling sweetly at Jungkook who pretty much sprinted to the living room to sit down obediently.

“What? Now you have to tell me.” You begged, grasping Jimin’s arm as you followed him into the living room.

“After the movie, darling.” He kissed your pouting lip and Hoseok gasped dramatically from where he had just entered the room.

“Ohmygod! I never thought I’d see Jimin kiss a girl!” He announced running over to grip your shoulders. “I need to know honestly, do you have a dick, Y/N?”

“No.” You laughed. “Not a real one anyway, plenty of toys.”

“Can we just watch the movie already?” Jungkook asked impatiently. “Look, I’m sat down waiting.”

“Calm down, baby,” you cooed opting to sit on his lap sideways so your back pressed against the armrest and your left shoulder connected to his right shoulder. “I’ve seen this already so I have other ideas in mind.” Jungkook’s eyebrows lifted curiously but you simply winked and shuffled down slightly to rest your head on his shoulder ready for the next few hours to pass on Jungkook’s lap.

You allowed a good half an hour to pass so everyone would get into the movie and Jimin would stop side-eyeing you suspiciously before starting your plan. You shuffled slightly to get in a better position but waited for another few minutes seeing as your feet were in Hoseok’s lap and he glanced your way at your movement.

When you were certain Hoseok’s attention was entirely on the movie you snuck a hand into the small space between your body and Jungkook’s to tease your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. You felt his stomach suck in for a moment with his sudden inhale of breath but he relaxed again so you took the chance to run your hand over his abs appreciatively.

As per every single movie day, Jungkook wore sweatpants so slipping your hand from his stomach to rest atop his boxers was pretty easy, no pesky zip sounding off. Jungkook hissed softly, surprised at your bold actions and already getting hard under your palm that stroked him.

“Going to be a good boy for me?” You muttered lowly into his ear, tongue edging out to flick at his earlobe. He nodded without hesitation, hands tightening to hold you where you sat as if he was telling you he was ready for whatever you had in mind.

“That’s my baby.” You cooed lowering your head slightly to nip and suck the crook of his neck with every intention of marking his pretty skin.

It wasn’t long before you learned that Jungkook certainly rivalled Taehyung in the size department and your core throbbed at the thought of him stretching you deliciously.

He was trying to control his breathing to prevent the others realising you had your hand down his pants but the second your hand moved into his boxers to wrap a hand around his bare cock he let out a quiet breathy moan that usually would’ve been covered up by the movie but it just so happened that Namjoon had paused the movie at that moment so that he could go to the bathroom.

All eyes turned to the pair of you and you hid your face into Jungkook’s neck so you didn’t burst into laughter, hand still holding his erection.

“Are you fucking serious?!” Hoseok shrieked jumping up off of the couch. “I’m sat right next to you!”

“Y/N, off, come sit here,” Seokjin demanded, pointing to the floor by his feet. You glanced at him with a pout. “No, come on, you can’t sit with Kookie if you’re going to misbehave.”

“Kookie likes it.” You announced innocently. Jungkook whined embarrassedly. “So does Tae.” Eyes turned to Taehyung who was sat on the love seat with Jimin, knees spread and a suspicious bulge in his trousers.

“Kim Taehyung!” Seokjin scolded. “You knew what was happening and didn’t stop it?!”

“He’s very into voyeurism.” You stated plainly.

“And you’re an exhibitionist, that’s why we’re soulmates,” Taehyung replied and you both grinned.

“Sometimes I wonder if it was wise bringing them into the group,” Namjoon mumbled.

“Shut up, you used to love this.” You scoffed. Namjoon’s cheeks burned.

“You fucked them too?!” Jungkook shrieked. “Hyung!”

“What?! I didn’t know you liked Y/N then!” Namjoon whined. “I didn’t do anything wrong, everyone stop looking at me like that, I just wanted to get up to pee.” As if he had reminded himself of his bladder’s capacity he got up and rushed to the bathroom.

“Making your way through the group, Y/N?” Yoongi joked.

“I’ve got the one I wanted, finally.” You announced patting Jungkook’s chest after pulling your hand from his boxers.

“That’s cute, even if I can see the kid’s cum on your hand.” Jungkook made a noise like a dying whale. You just giggled.

***

Much to your dismay, Seokjin did make you move from Jungkook’s lap but at least he allowed you to sit on his own lap for cuddles and didn’t make you sit on the floor for the rest of the evening.

Once the evening was over you all went your separate ways which resulted in the four of you winding up outside of your apartments in the hall.

“Come on, you said you’d tell me.” You reminded, hands tight on Jimin’s jacket so that he couldn’t leave you to join Taehyung in your apartment where your best friend was waiting just inside the door.

Jungkook was stood directly behind you trying to pry your hands off of Jimin while simultaneously begging Jimin not to spill his drunken confession to you.

“Hyung no,” Jungkook begged. “I’ll do your washing for the rest of the month.”

“Washing? Please, I’ll suck your dick while Tae eats you out.” Jimin’s eyes widened with interest.

“What?!” Jungkook squealed. “No! Noona! You can’t!”

“Why not?” You looked over at Jungkook with raised eyebrows. He blushed and looked down shyly.

“Because...I want you to be mine.”

“What?” You choked on your spit. Taehyung giggled and yanked Jimin into your home while you were distracted. The door slammed shut and you didn’t even care, just turned to look up at Jungkook. “Baby?”

“Noona I...I don’t just want to fuck you. I like you, a lot. I want a relationship with you.”

“Like a couple? Like you want to be my boyfriend?” He nodded, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. You smiled widely and held his face to press a soft kiss to his lips. He gasped as your lips touched his. “I’d like that, babyboy.”

“Really?” You nodded. The most precious smile you had ever had the pleasure of witnessing spread his pretty features. Jungkook’s gaze dropped to your lips seconds before he kissed you sweetly, smiles on both of your faces and more teeth than desirable in the kiss due to it but neither of you cared.

“Can we go inside now?” He asked with arms wrapped around your waist. You nodded while removing your hands from him so that the two of you could do as he asked but he pulled your body close to his while lowering his body slightly to pick you up. You shrieked in surprise and wound your limbs around his body, taking in his cheeky grin.

To the surprise of literally everyone that had ever or will ever know you, the two of you didn’t fall into his bed with the intention of fucking that night. You were both too focused on your new relationship and sweet, giggly kisses with arms around each other to even begin to think about what you both wanted earlier that day.

It was an hour after crawling into bed both in Jungkook’s pj’s and cuddling up together that the inevitable happened though.

“What did you confess to Jimin?” You asked once the previous conversation reached its natural end. Jungkook groaned at the topic. “No come on, tell me.”

“It’s weird.”

“Then it matches you fine.” You shuffled up to look down at him where he laid on his back to find him glaring at you unimpressed. A quick peck to his full bottom lip soothed him instantly.

“Come on, babyboy.”

“Ugh, don’t look at me when I say it.” He gave in and of course, you did absolutely nothing to follow his words. With a roll of his eyes, he pulled his body out from partially underneath your own to turn onto his side. You immediately cuddled up to his back, pressing your chest tight to him and nuzzling your nose into the back of his neck lightly.

“Tell me.” You encouraged in a soft tone.

“I bought a dildo.” You froze in your nuzzling to lean back slightly.

“Really?” He nodded. “Have you used it?” He hesitated but nodded again. Excitement and arousal curled in your stomach. “Did you like it, baby?”

Another pause and then a quiet “yeah”

“Will you show me?”

“The toy?”

“Hm yeah but I’m more interested in watching you use it.” He whined softly, curling up a little and you couldn’t tell what exactly that meant. You pressed a kiss to the back of his neck and his body shivered in your arms. “Baby? Will you show noona how her babyboy likes to be fucked?” A choked little moan left his throat and you smirked. Oh, he definitely liked what was going on, a lot. “Show noona how you like it, show noona how good you’ll be for me when I fuck you, huh, babyboy?” Your left hand smoothed around his waist as you spoke until it was inside his t-shirt and travelling up over his torso. “Want to cum for noona, huh?” He keened when your finger flicked over his nipple. “Sensitive little boy, are you?”

“N-noon-noona,” He whimpered as you played with the little bud, rolling it between your fingers before pinching making his body jerk. “Wanna cum for you.” He breathed out. A shiver ran through your body.

“Where do you keep it, baby?”

“Under bed,” You pulled away after pressing another kiss to his nape to roll off of the bed and kneel on the floor to look underneath the bed.

Jungkook turned onto his back and shuffled up to sit against the headrest, fingers fiddling with the string of his shorts and oh so tempted to play with his already hard length.

He watched as you climbed back onto the bed, a box with the toy, bottles of lube and condoms in your hands.

“Do you use it with a condom?” You asked curiously while taking the toy out from the box to inspect it. It was just a simple deep blue five-inch silicone dildo that didn’t actually resemble a real penis.

“Yeah, makes cleaning easier.” He admitted in a quiet little voice.

“Very true.” You hummed in agreement before putting the toy down. “How do you start baby? I assume you take your clothes off?” He nodded. “Want noona’s help with that part at least?” He sucked in his bottom lip shyly and nodded, biting back his smile when you climbed onto his lap. Your lips met as his hands came down to rest on your hips.

Clearly, Jungkook was nervous and shy about the entire situation, it was still relatively new to him, having something anything near his backside so showing someone, his brand new girlfriend at that, made him tenser than you would’ve liked. Slow, sensual kisses as you helped him remove his clothing helped though, a hell of a lot. Along with rotating your crotch down onto his in long drawn out motions also played a part.

It took a while due to the speed you chose to work at but eventually, Jungkook was entirely naked and you kneeled between his spread legs as he settled into the nest of pillows you made for him against the headboard.

“You okay baby?” You asked softly, running your hands of his thick thighs and doing your best not to gawp at his naked body so you didn’t ruin the atmosphere. It was all about him, you couldn’t start thinking with your vagina, it’d ruin everything you had spent ages working up to.

“Y-yeah jus’ nervous. Don’t want to disappoint you.” He admitted and you smiled softly, leaning forward to press another sweet kiss to his lips.

“You won’t, even if you decide you don’t want to show me, I won’t be disappointed in you. I’m already so proud of you for trying something new and being willing to go this far. I’m happy so long as you’re happy and comfortable, babyboy. The minute you’re not, you tell me, okay and we’ll stop.”

“Okay, noona.” He agreed, licking his lips. “Do we need a safeword?”

“We can make one if you want or we can use the traffic light system.”

“What’s that?”

“Green means you’re all good and more than happy to continue. Amber means you’re a little uneasy but you’re still okay to carry on but I need to be ready to stop. Red means stop, no arguing. No matter what’s happening if you say red I will stop even if I’m about to cum, I’ll stop. The last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable or not enjoying yourself, okay?”

“Okay noona, I like that, can we use that?”

“Of course, babyboy.” He smiled at you and you returned it, unable to fathom how this beautiful boy before you was all yours. He didn’t give you long to dwell on it as he was then moving to grab the box and pull it to his side. His hands shook as he picked up the half-empty bottle of lube to pop the cap open. One more uneasy glance at you, to make sure you really wanted to watch him, then he was squeezing some of the liquid onto two of his fingers before rubbing his thumb into it to spread it over the digits while also warming it up.

You shuffled back as he dropped the bottle back into the box to give him plenty of room.

As his lube slicked hand moved to be between his legs your blown eyes stayed glued to it. Anticipation and excitement coursed through your veins, making you shift a few times impatiently but you didn’t rush him.

A sudden intake of breath resounded around the room as the first finger touched his rim but it wasn’t from Jungkook, it was from you. His gaze snapped up to look at you through his eyelashes but you didn’t seem to realise the noise you made. Your lust filled gaze and pink cheeks gave Jungkook the confidence he needed to edge the circling finger into his awaiting hole.

Admittedly, there was no resistance, he had after all only played that morning knowing you would be at Seokjin’s and he needed to release as much of his tension as possible so he didn’t risk popping a boner if you bent over ot something. Not that it mattered much, in the end, seeing as you still made his dick achingly hard, much like it was now as he worked the finger into himself fully, taking it slow to put on a show for you.

“Baby,” You breathed out, chest heaving in an attempt to regulate your breathing and stay calm. “When did you do this last? That looked an easy slide.”

“This morning when I woke up.” He confessed pulling the digit out to return with a second. “Knew I was going to see you, didn’t wanna get hard for no reason.”

“Oh,” You licked your lips, eyes still not leaving his hole as he pumped two fingers in slowly, breath hitching when they curved into his prostate.

“Ah, fuck,” He hissed not having expected the surge of pleasure despite knowing full well where his prostate was located thanks to his playtime sessions. “Noona,” He whined fucking his fingers back against that spot and whimpering.

“Can you take one more, baby?” Jungkook hummed and prodded a third finger against his rim glad the lube had spread over the long digit already. Pulling the two out to let the third join resulted in a little hesitation as the fingers were met with some resistance.

“Slowly baby,” You cooed seeing him trying to shove his fingers deeper before he was fully ready. “We have all night, I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Jungkook whined impatiently and looked at you with a pout. “Be a good boy for noona, huh?” He groaned but nodded, he wanted to be good for you. He wanted to please his noona so he looked back down at his hand and took his time, moving in and out slowly until he could push his fingers deeper, curling them to stroke over his prostate and moaning at the sensation of being stretched while having the bundle of nerves toyed with.

“Good boy, that’s noona’s good little boy.” Jungkook keened at the praise.

You shuffled a little further forward to place your hands on his thighs and rub them soothingly. He moaned softly at your touch and finally managed to fit all three fingers as deep as they could physically go.

“Good boy, that’s my good boy.” Another moan, eyes fluttering up to look at you with flushed cheeks. “Noona’s so happy with her baby.” He smiled at your words before his eyes dropped to your lips. A lick of his own lips told you what he wanted so you simply leant forward to kiss him, fingers still kneading at his flesh to encourage him to keep moving his own fingers.

He did and soon enough he was reclined back against the pillows and panting as his fingers moved and stroked within him, cock throbbing where it laid untouched against his stomach.

“Toy?” He asked and you cocked your head. It was as if he was asking for permission and the thought made your lips twitch into a smile.

“If that’s what you want now baby, don’t forget you’re showing me what you like.” Jungkook’s sucked in a breath before slowly pulling his fingers out of his hole. He reached for the dildo and didn’t even question when you had rolled a condom onto it before slathering it in lube and easing it into himself.

A soft little moan jumped from your throat upon seeing the toy slide into your boyfriend slowly.

“Ah, noo-noona,” Jungkook gasped “Sound good” He groaned speeding up so the toy met it’s full reach quickly. He let out a long, needy whine. Before you could even take in the sight and reality of the situation Jungkook was already pulling the toy out to the tip to slam it back in, a high whine leaving his throat as his back arched, head tipping back.

“Fuck, baby,” You could only croak as he took to fucking himself rapidly with the toy, moans and whines tumbling from his parted lips as it battered his prostate with every thrust.

In no time at all his whole body was quivering and he slowed to a stop, sucking in deep breaths as he settled against the pillows.

“Wh-why’d you stop?” You stammered, eyes darting between his face as the toy held limping in his hand against the lube soaked sheets on his bed between his spread thighs.

“‘M tired,” He mumbled, voice hoarse and weak. “Hurts.”

“Do you mean your arm?” He nodded. “Anywhere else?”

“M’cock.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Please noona.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Ride me, please.”

“Thought you said your cock hurts.”

“Need to cum.” You chuckled, already working on removing your clothing.

“Think you can get a condom on while I get ready?”

Some of his energy seemed to return at the prospect of actually getting to fuck you and his hand shot out to push the dildo aside and grab a fresh condom in its packet.

Even as you undressed your eyes remained on Jungkook as he opened the foil and rolled the rubbed down his thick length, hissing as the touch he had been wanting for ages but didn’t permit himself simply because he wanted to be inside you when he reached climax.

Usually, you’d take time to make sure you were stretched before even thinking about putting anything the size of Jungkook’s erect cock inside you but you simply didn’t have the patience, thighs already slick with your arousal.

Jungkook’s shaking hands gripped your hips when you crawled onto his lap. As soon as your hand wrapped around his erection he whined, hips jutting up into your firm hold. You didn’t comment, almost as desperate as him for satisfaction and simply lowered yourself down onto his erection.

It was a stretch, one you had felt with Taehyung before the pair of you had discovered the joys of extensive foreplay, but it didn’t hurt enough to stop. You fucked yourself open often enough to know your limits. The fact that you were dripping wet certainly didn’t hurt either.

Jungkook’s whole body trembled underneath you and it wasn’t until you were sat flush on his hips and he let out a huge, heavy breath that you realised he had been holding it that whole time.

“Baby, you okay?” He nodded, eyes screwed tight and fingers digging into your flesh. “Colour.” He grunted. “Baby, colour.”

“G-green.”

“Are you sure?” He nodded rapidly.

“So fucking green,” You waited until his body had stopped shaking and he looked at you, pupils blown wide and eyes so dark and hooded a shudder ran down your spine, unintentionally clenching around him making him groan at the sudden tightness. “Fuck move, please noona, I need-please.”

“Yeah, okay baby.” You nodded and planted your hands on his bare chest to balance yourself so you could lift your body up before dropping back down. Jungkook moaned loudly, a deep, guttural sound that had you bouncing harshly to hear it again.

Clearly, it was all too much for Jungkook as only a few minutes after you started to move he started to fuck up into you in time with your downward movements.

“Fuck!” You shrieked feeling his cock pummeling your cervix almost. If he was any bigger it would’ve been painful but he was just the right size for it to be so fucking perfect you couldn’t think straight. “Fuck baby, harder.” You encourage. Jungkook listened so well, snapping his hips up against yours almost violently, his hands pulling you down onto him even harder causing stream after stream of desperate moans to rip from your throat.

“N-n-noona! I- I’m gonna-!” He warned, words coming off in breathless needy grunts. Clumsy fingers found your clit to rub furious little shapes and just like that pleasure shot through your body, Jungkook’s name tearing from your throat as your walls clamped down on him. Jungkook cried out in response as his own orgasm ripped through his body, hips jerking and fingers on your hip leaving red lines in a desperate attempt to ground himself as his head whirled.

There’s no telling how long the two of you stayed pressed together, sweat soaked skin against sweat-soaked skin and hands holding on for dear life until you were both calm enough to gather the will to move.

Carefully you climbed off of Jungkook’s lap and pulled the used condom from his flaccid dick, tying it off and putting it aside knowing full well you could not make it to the bin on such weak legs.

Jungkook shuffled down the bed until he was on his back, head pressed to the pillows.

“C'mere” He murmured, reaching out to grab your hand and pull your body down into his embrace before you could even respond to his request.

“Kookie, we’re a mess and so is the bed, I don’t even know where your toy went.” You mumbled, yawning against his chest and making zero effort to move away.

“Pretty sure it’s on the floor.” He chuckled softly. “Think I knocked it off.” You laughed weakly, eyes closing as another yawn escaped your lips. “I’ll find it later.”

“Hm, okay,” You gave in. Sleep was seconds away so really you were in no fit state to argue. “Nighty night, baby.”

“G’night, noona.” Jungkook smiled sleepily down at you, watching as your breathing quickly grew deeper until you were asleep.

You were both entirely naked and exposed to the air but he couldn’t find it in himself to move to get the blanket from the foot of the bed, he didn’t want to risk waking you so he settled for holding you tight and sharing body heat.

Jungkook fell asleep with a satisfied smile on his lips.

He finally got the girl.

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BITES of Spider Life!

Inspired by the BEAUTIFUL Sanders Sides/Spiderverse AU by @ask-spiderverse-virgil and @sugarglider9603!

Summary:

When you're bitten by a genetically-altered and probably radioactive spider, things in life tend to get a little complicated. Follow Virgil Storm, Roman Marigold, Logan Quinn, Patton Foster, and a whole slew of other spider-people and spider-related people as they deal with life, love, and the occasional robot army trying to take over New York.

Just another Tuesday for our teenage Spiderlings.

(Fluff and Slices of Life!)

Chapter 1: Grandma’s Old Friend (Ao3)

Virgil tumbled out of bed that morning, yawning up a storm as he rubbed his eyes. He had yet to do his make-up even as his favorite P!ATD shirt and black jeans were on his body. His suit sleeves peaked out, and his Spidey hood hung out, but it didn’t really matter because it was just Grandma and him today. His dad had headed to Tallahassee for the weekend for a business conference, so his parents were using it as a bit of a break for the two of them. Grandma Storm had long ago figured out that Virgil was Spidergale, and it was confirmed after he’d passed out post panic attack while in suit. Thomas had brought him home, and that’s when everything had been confirmed.

Today was Saturday, and, even if Virgil had slept in, he was still tired. He and Patton had been on the patrol schedule last night, and what should have been a normal Friday night of purse snatchers and minor theft, of course the Mysterio had to cause all sorts of chaos. Thomas had been out of town, across the country even for a Youtube thing, so it was all hands on deck for the Spiderlings. After dismantling his army of robot monsters (worthy of the Hollywood big screen) and disarming hallucinatory gas bombs all across the city, they’d finally webbed up Mysterio and handed him over to the police around 2 am. They’d stuck around long enough to get the police there, and then there was a LONG ride home. Of course, webbing had run out and Logan’s legs were damaged, so, all around, they were just done. They took the subway home, and, thankfully, most people were just used to weird things like people in hero costumes late at night on a Friday. Virgil had climbed through his bedroom window around 3 am, taking long enough to toss off his costume and grab a make-up wipe to get rid of the last bits from his face before crashing hard.

He flung himself into the chair that still held his favorite hoodie from yesterday as Grandma Storm pat his head before handing him a bowl of Pho and a cup of coffee. Virgil’s head floated up at the smell. Grandma didn’t always make Pho, but, when she did, it was to die for. “Waited up a while with the news on last night. Last I checked in, you and the boys were fighting a dinosaur?”

“Yup. That happened.” Virgil noted as he sipped the coffee first. “We beat it and got Mysterio in the end. Sorry for keeping you up, Grandma.”

She waved her hand. “No worries, một chút. I was your age at one point, and I had plenty of adventures.” Virgil nodded. Grandma had some crazy stories from her younger years, and Virgil was sure it was only half the story. After all, she had pieced together Virgil and his friends’ alter egos within a few months of them going public. “You’re ok?”

Virgil shrugged. “A little bruised, but I’m already half-healed. Nothing too bad.”

“You should get more sleep.” She waved her finger at him. “And eat something. You’re as thin as a grass blade, and you look tired.”

“Gee, thanks Grandma.” Virgil threw as he rolled his eyes, finally eating his Pho. “I have to meet my project group at the library at one, and, no, it’s not Patton and Roman. Logan and I have a group project with some kids over a history PowerPoint.”

As if being summoned, there was a knock at the door. Before Virgil could even get up, Grandma was up and walking towards the door. When she opened it, Logan was standing there, looking mostly put together. Mostly, because, if you knew the kid, you could pick out that he was as tired as Virgil. His tie was missing, even as he wore a polo and cardigan, his jeans clean but not neatly pressed as normal. A few hairs fell from their neat comb.

“Good day, Grandma Storm.” Logan greeted. Logan and Virgil had grown up together, so it was easy for the teen to adopt the other grandma as his own. “Is Virgil ready to go? If we are to make the bus, then we must get going.”

“No, I think not.” Grandma stated as she guided Logan in. Even as he tried to protest, she was quite strong for age and, of course, stubborn. “I’ll give you money for a cab. You need a break and some food as well.” She chided as she somehow got Logan’s backpack away from him and wiggling him into his seat. “I’ll get you coffee and food. You need it.”

“Grandma, please…”

“No, listen to Grandma and eat.” She insisted.

Logan sighed as he accepted defeat. He removed his glasses to rub his eyes, and, honestly, it was somewhat of a relief as he got to rest his bones and smell the homey food of a loving grandma.

While the two boys were eating, Grandma moved around the apartment with an ease of a woman half her age, cooking up some sweets and began to brew her special tea. She pulled out a nice blouse as she went to the laundry room, the iron plugged in.

When Virgil woke up enough, he looked to his grandmother. “Grandma, what are you up to?”

She looked back at her grandson and smiled. “Oh! I guess in the excitement, I forgot to mention that an old friend of mine managed to make time to come over today. He’s very busy most days, and he owes me some tea and gossip. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him.”

Virgil nodded. He’d met plenty of Grandma’s friends before. Some were downright odd, but most were cool. They’d share some crazy stories that Virgil was sure were exaggerated, but he would nod at the right points before slipping away to ‘do homework’ or something. Grandma understood that he got anxious around new people.

Soon enough the two finished eating, and Grandma Storm stuffed a twenty into Virgil’s hands before shooing them off with a few extra sweets to their project time.

Logan and Virgil had gotten to the library, where they found their group mates of Brittney, Janet, and Robert. Robert was a bit of a douche the whole time, dragging his feet and trying to flirt with Janet. Janet, meanwhile, was getting annoyed with him, wanting to focus on the project. Eventually, Brittney told Robert to shove it, because Janet was too nice to say so, and Logan offered to swap with Janet so that Virgil was between her and Robert. Virgil offered to let her listen to his music, what with the Panic! At the Disco and MCR patches on her backpack.

Robert THEN tried to start shit with Virgil, but Virgil just reminded him that he was dating Roman, something Robert had completely forgotten.

It was really ridiculous, and Virgil and Logan were almost happy when the library shook, sirens off outside as a supervillain was attacking their city once more.

The study session was cut short. Logan had managed to patch his legs, and web fluid was replenished. The Fantastic Four were dealing with Doom once again, so most of the heroes on scene were at street level, helping people out of collapsing buildings and making sure everyone was safe. Arachne and Spidergale kept their sector of the city safe until Doom was foiled.

After that, the other teens had called it, but Patton, worrying as much as Virgil, had asked if they could meet up after. Since Thomas had taken MJ with him to California, they opted instead to meet at a midway point – Logan and Virgil’s apartment building.

They met on the roof, hugging the hell out of one another just because, before they threw on some normal clothes. Cutting through the rooftop door that Logan had long picked open for them, they took a few levels down, Roman clutching Virgil’s arm as Logan and Patton’s hands swung between them. When Virgil wiggled his keys into the lock and popped the door open.

The four took off their shoes as they entered, but Roman noticed something odd. “Wow, I didn’t know I was rubbing off on you. This is so retro.” Roman threw to Virgil as he spotted the leather jacket in the closet. It was old and worn with age and love.

Virgil blinked as he nudged next to Roman. “Dude, that’s not mine. I’m pretty sure two of me could fit in it.”

Roman pulled it out, holding it up. Compared to the lithe Virgil, it was very large. “Yeah… Can I have it?” Roman shrugged the jacket on, which was still too big on him (but not as large as it would have been on Virgil). “Think it fits my look?”

“It’s very nice!” Patton agreed.

“Didn’t your grandmother mention that she was having guests today?” Logan reminded. “I bet that belongs to her friend.”

“Her friend has taste.” Roman threw as he put the jacket back on the hook. “Where is my second favorite Storm, anyway?”

“She’s gotta be around here somewhere.” Virgil noted. He entered the house proper with his friends when the door behind them wiggled. “Oh, maybe she went to check on the…” Virgil began when the door opened.

In the doorway was a young, fit man, no older than his mid-thirties, but he was built like a god. Blond hair was gently tussled as the blue and red of his plaid shirt was doused with some dust from concrete. His sleeves were rolled, arms chiseled and lightly sheened in sweat. His jeans didn’t leave much to the imagination, curved gluts and strong legs all about. His face was a work of art, and it was a work of art that all of the boys knew.

“Cap-Captain America?” Patton stuttered. Roman’s mouth was moving, his brain having come to a complete halt as the Gay was too much. Virgil, meanwhile, was clutching his boyfriend’s arm, worried that the hero had somehow pieced together their identities and was there to turn them over to SHIELD or tell them to stop or SOMETHING. Patton was also having some Pan panic at the site of the man, while Logan’s brain was running through different facts and figures and generally having an error noise because two plus two was not equaling four.

“Ah, glad you could make it back so fast, Stevie.” Grandma Storm rounded the corner with a tray of sweets. “Boys, I want you to meet my old army buddy, Steve Rodgers. Steve, this is my grandson, Virgil, and his little friends, Roman, Patton, and Logan.”

“Hey kids.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck before offering a hand to shake. “Virgil, right? Your grandmother was just telling me about you.”

“Uh.” Virgil raised his hand, setting it in the other man’s hand and shaking it. “I hope it was, uh, good?”

“Holy shit.” Roman shook Virgil as he got his hand back. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that your grandma knew Steve Rodgers. THE STEVE RODGERS! You are the WORST boyfriend EVER!”

Virgil blinked before swatting at Roman. “I just found out, too, you idiot!”

“I like your sweater, kid.” Steve complimented to Patton. “Admittedly, I’m more of a dog person.” He noted, the sweater having been cat themed.

“I LOVE puppies!” Patton cheered. “But I love kitties, too. And all the baby animals! They’re just so CUTE!”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Never mind that he is ALLERGIC to cats.” Logan offered a hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Captain Rodgers. I am Logan Quinn.”

Logan shook the man’s hand, and, even though the thought was purely illogical, he momentarily entertained never washing that hand ever again.

“I’m Patton!” Patton said but, before he could offer a hand, he pulled Steve into a tight hug.

Steve felt the air nearly knocked out of him at the boy’s strength, but the hug was… actually very pleasant. He couldn’t actually remember the last time he got a really strong, good hug that just made him feel comforted, protected. He was usually the strong one, so he had to reel it in. “Woah.” Steve laughed as he hugged the kid back, being careful not to squish him (though he entertained that it would probably do little damage). “I’m guessing you’re a hugger.”

“Mm-hm! Oh, sorry!” Patton released the man. “I should have asked, first, but I just got so excited! You’ve saved the day, like, a bunch of times! You’re like my third favorite hero!”

“Third, hm?” Steve smirked. “Who’s one and two?”

“Logan and Rainbow Weaver.”

Logan blushed brightly. “We get it.” Logan clapped, even as his face was beat red. “You’re ad-or-a-ble.”

Steve laughed, throwing back his head. He turned back to the emo boy and the excitable teen shaking him. “Roman, yes?”

Roman stopped, staring at the man. “Yes! I am Marigold. Roman! Roman Marigold! Actor extraordinaire, future Broadway star…”

“Sir Sings-a-lot.”

“Virgil I love that nickname and I am KEEPING IT!”

“That sweat pea is my grandson’s boyfriend.” Grandma said as she set the sweets down. “Since you all seem so excitable, I’m guessing that you all are fine from that rumble.”

“Doctor Doom was at it, Grandma.” Patton nodded. “Do you need any help with the tea or sweets? I have a new recipe that I could whip up in a jiff!”

Patton made sweets as the four boys ended up listening to the two older folks talk about old stories back from the early 20thcentury, Virgil once again wondering how old EXACTLY his grandma was (she was always so vague). Logan, of course, asked a ton of questions, but none were about super heroics or the like, but instead he was just curious about life back then. Patton offered to make some cookies for Steve to take on the road, and Roman was honestly the biggest Gay disaster the whole time. When Steve, somewhat embarrassed, mentioned his time as a stage performer, Roman snapped out of it and wanted to reenact parts. Roman’s enthusiasm proved to Steve that he wasn’t doing it for shits and giggles but was honestly awed by something Steve thought was so silly. Virgil was mostly an avid listener to the people around him, fully relaxed in the presence of his friends, family, and one of the world’s greatest heroes.

Of course, once Roman had snapped from his panic, he’d ALSO wanted pictures, which Patton enthusiastically agreed with. Of these pictures, one goofy one in a hand-made frame found itself sent to a certain hero via snail mail, which he hung on his wall and smiled at when he passed. Another wound up on a certain Princey’s Instagram, instantly going gangbuster and gaining him about 100 followers in the span of an hour. Another found its way to the cellphone of a Youtuber about to get on a flight home, which gained, of course, confusion and also some similar gay fawning from the recipient and his boyfriend.

Grandma Storm had Virgil print them all off so she could put them in a box with all her old war photos, many showing the Howling Commandos at their peak, her and Grandpa amongst their ranks. She’d let slip to Virgil someday about how and why she was there, but, for now, that was a story for another time.

One thing was for sure, though – Steve was in love with Patton’s cookies and couldn’t wait to visit the Storm household again.

#Sanders Sides #Spiderverse #Virgil Sanders #Logan Sanders #Patton Sanders #Roman Sanders #Steve Rodgers #Marvel #Fluff #Slices of Life #SFW

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by this point im p sure u all know the drill.... i’m nora, 23, she/her, gmt and tonight matthew im going to be greta o’driscoll, a terrible person but a hot one which frankly makes it almost ok. here is her pinterest..... this intro is literally just copied n pasted frm the last time i played her so soz if u’ve read it like 10+ times....

「 diana silvers. cis-female. 」have you seen greta o’driscoll around yet? i hear she decided to be in POTENTAS for their SOPHOMORE year as a CRIMINAL PSYCHOLOGY major. the 20 year old SHEPHERD is known to be tenacious, magnetic, capricious and evasive. ➨ the muse is written by nora, she/her, gmt.

was adopted as an infant. had two foster moms and two older sisters so always surrounded by women. lived in a boarding house, very much like the one in 20th century women, with lodgers coming in and out all the time, mostly artsy young women because her gay moms were both high school teachers trying to set up their own arts collective. one of her moms left when she was 4, n she doesn’t really remember her.

while living with entirely women made her super into catlin moran and the guilty feminist, as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention jst bcos she’d never really experienced it. saw it as something aspirational, like sitting in the back of chad’s second-hand truck while he drove you to macdonalds and offered you and his five friends with identical haircuts weed was the height of being cool to greta, she wanted to be their dream girl, even if it meant compromising her beliefs

was always a really sporty bitch. it started with a junior athletics squad, which turned into athletics and cheer, which then became athletics, cheer and hockey until she basically was doing a different activity every night. she came to see her body as a tool that she could make work for her if she trained it up and this attitude’s always kind of stayed with her that as long as her body is strong she is capable of anything. runs every day.

bubbly bitch but also massive snake. metaphorically and literally, always shedding her skin. loyal to few, ruled by none, out for herself, babey!! every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result som ppl think she’s called rita, some ppl know her as margot, she just flicks through identities like nobodies business.

left school at 18 n went backpacking around the states making money in the casinos by being a shot girl (yeehaw) and trying to make it as a mysterious 1920s widow with a smoky voice, a dark secret n a heart of gold, looking for love in the big city. all she found was producers and acting agents who’d promise her stardom n actually just fuck her in a motel n then ignore her calls.

TW domestic violence, TW gun, her watershed moment came when she met luke in sioux falls while she was working at a strip club. he was a few years older and had a car, and they kind of went from seeing each other to being that super intense couple who are just necking all the time.

they got engaged like 3 months after they met n rented a flat together, much to her family’s annoyance but she was 19 so there wasn’t much they could do. their relationship was super super intense though, often really heightened and when they fought it could become quite violent, but she’d pass it off as just him being really passionate.

one of their fights got really heated and greta threatened him with the gun he kept in the glove box of his vauxhall corsa, but the safety was off and she accidentally shot him. she pleaded self defence in the trial n cos of the amount of times she’d been hospitalised for various concussions n things like ‘fallling down the stairs’ the police were like yea… pretty watertight evidence that he was a bastard who [chicago voice] had it coming…..

she’s now under witness protection, rehoused in livingstone as a sports-scholarship student, due to the amount of police involvement in the area, it would mean should one of luke’s family members try to track her down, she’d be relatively safe

massive sports fanatic. plays tennis. on the cheer team. was a track superstar in her high school. honestly just that sporty bitch, you’ll see her doing lines at a party at half four and then on your way to your 9am lecture you see her running across the park like a fresh fucking daisy who is this bitch. maybe it’s maybelline, maybe its coke.

massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune bc she misses her childhood in a south dakota boarding house and has endless support for women. honestly annoyed that she is attracted to men, would so be 100% gay if it was a choice. cuffs her jeans and can’t drive. is That bisexual. skateboards. wears backwards caps. i hate her

isn’t a foward-planner, however. greta prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manners so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night.

has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning.

not afraid to go after what she wants !! ambitious academically and romantically thirsty !! she loves the adrenaline of the chase. when someone’s easy to get, she becomes bored. very bisexual and very proud of it. feminist as fuck nd part of a queer representation in the arts group which holds fortnightly meetings to discuss lgbt representation in film, literature, art etc.

old soul in a young person’s body. all the shit that has gone on has kind of aged her. she’s quite cynical about everything now. always smoking smoking smoking. very edie sedgwick in that way. little girls skirts bought for next-to-nothing at the market because she’s skinny enough to get away with it, barely long enough to cover your bum, and then the ugliest baggy sweater you’ve ever seen thrown over it.

likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramphone because “The Sound quality is Better” kfdsjj.

super into pop art and andy warhol. puts female friendships above everything but at the same time, would fuck her best friends man

her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk.

aesthetics:

a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, denim jackets, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, peeling sticky plasters, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, hot coffee, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, kissing girls, cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, leonine arch of your back and that stellar smile that says ‘you have no idea who you’re dealing with’, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your mom wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, his name scrawled in rage across the pages of a diary, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

wanted plots

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by sports rivalries ! sporting friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!!

since greta literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships

girls from the cheer team who she’s like, weirdly intimate with like the shower together but its not a Thing cos the other girls straight !!! what do u mean !! aha just fun !

and I want like, fellow criminology students who are like?? how is this bitch still passing?? i swear she goes out every night??

she works part time at a fast food restaurant, i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry.

ppl she did a few modules with ie. art history, bio-med, film studies, before changing course and somehow sort of remaining in touch with

ppl who she runs track with.

someone she’s trying to make a zine with.

here’s a list of plots on her old blog if u want any of them w her.

would love plots of any type, throw them all at me please, i cnt wait to interact w all of u. like this if u want me to message you about connections / plots! xo

full biography if u can be bothered

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your busom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out.

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and dare devils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month, before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wild fire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you making your name as a downtown singer while he footed the bill with pills. they had a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you lived like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to livingstone where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

#this is soooOoOOO fuckin long cos every time i play greta i add more shit to it..... her seventh form will just be an entire fuckin novel.#anyway call me beep me if u wanna reach me #aka pls msg me either here or on discord. my discord is linday lohan's meth8664 #wshedintro

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