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girlgenius1111 · 2 months

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echoes of her

fluff x angst. implied sexual content? 18+ anyway. warnings: mention of unhealthy past relationship.

alexia and r are out, r sees alexia with another girl, who happens to be r's ex. r acts up, until alexia drags her home, prepared to punish her for being a brat. before she does, r breaks down, tells alexia what was really going on.

You did a double take when you noticed just who your girlfriend was speaking to at the bar. Your blood ran cold at the sight of her; your ex girlfriend. How, why, was she here?

She was, truly, an awful person. Incomparably so. Your time with her had been awful for you, completely destroying your mental health. Despite this, Alexia hardly knew anything about the other woman. She knew there was someone before her, when you were still living in London, and that it hadn't ended well. You'd kept that ugly part of you locked away from your girlfriend. Partly because you didn't feel like bothering her with something that was so very done, but also because you didn't want her to see how shattered that girl had left you.

Alexia had walked away to get another drink for you a few minutes ago. It was taking longer than you expected, so you turned away from the conversation you were having with Mapi, and looked around for the blonde head of hair you were so familiar with. There she was, stood at the bar, making conversation with another blonde you were rather familiar with. What this woman was doing in Spain was beyond you; for a moment, you wondered if you were being crazy; that couldn't be her.

Then she turned, catching your eye and sending you a smirk, and you knew this was no accident. Her, in this club, talking to your girlfriend. You felt like you were being torn in half; you felt like sprinting towards the nearest exit, away from the girl standing at the bar. At the same time, you wanted to run towards her, to pull Alexia away, to protect her. You were paralyzed, a million different thoughts running through your head as you caught Alexia's eye. Her smile fell, eyes squinting slightly as she caught the very panicked look on your face.

"Chica!" Mapi called, waving a hand in front of your face. This broke you out of your stare, and you jumped a little, turning towards your friend. Her and Patri were looking at you, concerned, having witnessed you go from relaxed to completely tense in just 10 seconds.

"Yeah?" You asked, clearing your throat, glancing back at where your girlfriend had been standing. She was on her way back to you, and you dug your nails into your leg. Alexia would come here, and everything would be fine.

"Are you okay?" Patri asked, resting a hand on your shoulder. You repressed a shudder at the contact. Everything was setting you off, everything suddenly too loud, too bright, too close.

"Yeah, yeah. Just got dizzy for second. I'm fine." You promised, putting on a smile that you hoped was convincing. Before either girl could question you further, an arm was wrapping around your abdomen, pulling you back into your girlfriend's body. You curled into her and she tightened her arms around you, rubbing her thumb up and down your stomach lightly.

"Bién?" Alexia softly whispered in your ear. "Are you feeling ill?" You weren't sure how Alexia could tell you felt nauseous, seeing as though the lights in the club were multicolored and dim. You turned to look at up at her, and caught your ex girlfriend, only a few feet away, clearly intending to come speak to you.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around Alexia's neck, pulling her down into a kiss that could only be described as one too filthy to be had in public. Alexia allowed it for a minute, pulling back when Mapi and Patri started making loud retching noises from next to her. She gave you a look, one that told you to behave, before turning to your friends and rolling her eyes at them.

"No seas dramática. As if I have not seen you both make out with girls in clubs until my eyes were burning."

Before they could respond, you raised a hand to Alexia's cheek, turning her head to look back at you. Your ex had stopped moving closer, but she was still watching, a frown set on her face. You needed her to stay away, stay far away. Alexia had been looking forward to this night out, though, and the only way she'd agree to leave early was if you gave her a convincing reason to. Of course, you could have just told her what was going on, but that didn't really feel like an option to you.

"Dance with me?" You asked Ale, a plan beginning to form in your head. Get Alexia turned on, get her to take you home. Get your ex to leave you alone, all at once.

Alexia got the familiar dreamy expression on her face that she got when you asked her for anything, and she nodded.

"Sí, if you want."

You took her hand, puling her towards the dance floor. Behind you, out of your line of sight, Mapi and Patri exchanged amused looks; never before had they seen their stubborn captain so easily agree to dance. She would do anything for you, though, as was evident.

Your and Alexia's dancing remained innocent for less than a minute, before you were turning your back to her, pressing your ass back into her, and grabbing her hands in yours. You trailed them all over your body, grinding backwards to the bass of the song. You didn't need to hear Alexia's hitch of breath to know how she was feeling about this.

You were pushing her, you knew. Alexia was possessive; she didn't like anyone to see you the way she did. This little performance you were putting on was drawing some attention; it was a gay bar, after all, and your tight outfit hugged you perfectly, your body swaying gracefully against Alexia's. She clenched her jaw tight, sure you were going for a reaction, and not quite wanting to give you one.

Her resolve broke, though, when she caught the blonde she was talking to earlier at the bar staring at you. It seemed to Alexia that you were looking right back at her.

"Vamos, mi zorrita." Alexia whispered lowly right into your ear, wrenching her hands out of yours, instead placing a possessive hand on your back, and leading you towards the exit. As she passed the woman who had been looking at you, she made eye contact, glaring hard. You were hers. She thought she felt you tense up as you passed by her, reaching back to lace your fingers with hers, but she didn't linger too long on it, already planning what she was going to do with you when you arrived home.

You passed by where your friends were gathered, ignoring their knowing smirks as Alexia practically dragged you out of the club. So close, you were so close to being safe, to Alexia being safe, far away from her.

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Alexia gave you the silent treatment in the car, knowing how crazy it drove you. You needed contact with her, though, anxiety still swirling inside of you. You couldn't ask for her hand right now, without explaining why yours was inexplicably shaking. Not now, when Alexia was preparing, deservedly, to punish you.

Instead, you let your hand rest on her thigh, letting your fingers rub small patterns in to the fabric of her tight leather pants. She scoffed at you, as if daring you to continue teasing her, but she still didn't say anything. It was fine, you were almost home. Alexia would make you feel good, replace every thought in your mind of her, with the feeling of your girlfriend all over you. It was fine.

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The minute you were through the door, Alexia had you pressed up against the wall of the entry way, barely taking time to shut the door behind her. You reached for her, but she grabbed your hands with hers, pressing them back into the wall.

"No no, you wanted to be una zorrita, I will treat you like one."

"Alexia-"

"Cállate." She growled, moving her lips to your neck, working marks into the skin. Her teeth nipped at your skin, and you shuddered at the feeling. You were turned on, obviously. How could you not be? Alexia was biting at kissing at you like she wanted to eat you alive, pressing up against the wall, clearly preparing to fuck the brattiness out of you.

You weren't in the right headspace for this, though. Your brain was already flashing to times with her times that had been fueled with rage, and a passionate hatred. Times that were definitely not healthy. Alexia needed to stop. Now. Your breathing was quickening, your hands were starting to shake, and you needed her off, off now.

"Stop. Red, Alexia, stop" you managed, taking your hands and physically pushing Alexia away. She was off of you in a heartbeat at your words, her hands raised in the air, swollen lips falling into a concerned frown.

"Okay, okay. Stop. We stop." She assured you, taking in the way your whole body seemed to vibrate with anxiety. She had mistaken your body's reaction as being one of arousal, when it had been one of panic. "Mi amor? Talk to me." She pleaded softly.

You reached a shaky hand out towards your girlfriend, and she took it instantly, latching on and squeezing tight. You were unsteady, mind in overdrive. All you knew was that Alexia was safe, and you needed safe. You tried to take a step towards the blonde, but you were shaking too hard, and your legs practically gave out from under you. Alexia caught you easily, carefully lowering you to the ground. She made a movement as if to give you space again, not wanting to overwhelm you with her touch.

That was the opposite of what you needed, though, the feeling of her hand in yours being the only thing keeping you somewhat grounded.

"Ale," you gasped out, clinging onto her shirt.

"Está bien, está bien, te tengo." Alexia promised, allowing you to scramble closer into her arms. "Shh, shh, you are okay, amor, todo está bien."

You were a pile of limbs on the ground, just in the entry way of the house, a shaking mess collapsed against your girlfriend. You pressed your face closer into her neck, her loose blonde hair tickling your skin lightly. You couldn't get close enough to Alexia, would have preferred to climb into her skin if you could.

"Tighter," you mumbled.

"¿Qué?" She whispered back, her lips pressing a soft kiss into your hair.

"Tighter, please,"

Alexia tightened her arms around you, until it was almost painful, but it was exactly what you needed. Being surrounded by her was working, the scent of her perfume and her laundry detergent invaded your senses, one of her calloused hands sliding up under your shirt and moving slowly up and down your back.

"Mi bebé, estás a salvo, lo prometo."

Alexia wasn't sure what this was. One second, you were kissing her back, teasing her in the car on the way home, the next you were looking around like you weren't sure what was going on, or who was touching you. She thought she knew what you needed, but evidently, she was wrong.

You had calmed down significantly after a few minutes, settling into the feeling of Alexia's nails gently running through your hair.

"You back with me, amor?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah." You inhaled deeply, leaning away and looking, guiltily, at your girlfriend. "I'm so sorry, Alexia, I didn't mean to freak out like that."

Alexia immediately shook her head. "No, I am sorry, amor. I should have checked in sooner."

"Alexia you were just kissing me, there wasn't time to check in sooner." You dismissed, rising unsteadily to your feet, and holding out a hand to help the blonde up as well. She still looked like she disagreed with you, but she took your hand anyway, allowing you to help her to her feet.

You knew a conversation was imminent, and you began to walk into the living room. Alexia caught your hand, though, pulling you back into a tight hug. You melted into it, pressing your face into her shoulder and inhaling deeply. After minute, Alexia released you, tilting your chin up to look at her.

"Better?" She questioned.

"Yeah, much better."

Alexia nodded, laying a soft kiss on your forehead, before pulling you towards the living room once again. You sat slightly away from your girlfriend, mentally preparing yourself to tell her what was going on. The blonde frowned, but didn't move any closer.

"Amor. Did I do something to make you so upset?" Alexia asked, rushing through the question like she was terrified of your answer.

"No, no. It wasn't you. I got... overwhelmed. Tonight was a lot."

"Why was it a lot? What got you so riled up at the club? You were acting normal one second, and then you were all over me the next."

"I saw you at the bar... talking to that blonde girl? With the red top?" You trailed off, looking down at your hands. Alexia misunderstood.

"Bonita, I did not mean to make you jealous, I was just being nice."

"I wasn't jealous, Ale. I... I knew her. That girl. I knew her."

The midfielder took this in, nodding slowly. She was watching the expression on your face, carefully guarded, with just a hint of hurt peaking through.

"What did you know her from?" She wondered cautiously.

You took a deep, shuddering breath. "I used to date her. Back in London. Before I moved here."

"Oh... Oh. She is that ex. The one it did not work out so well with."

You let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah. Not so well."

"And seeing her made you very upset?" Alexia continued. You nodded. "Can you tell me why?"

"That relationship wasn't good. At first, she was fine. We worked well together. She got... controlling and manipulative pretty fast. It was awful. We were together 6 months, and in that time she completely destroyed me. I was unrecognizable." You paused, peaking at the blonde. She was looking at you, sympathy written clear across her face, giving you a small nod to tell you to keep going.

"I don't think I really realized how bad it was until I met you, and you were so different than she was. Always so sweet to me. And seeing her with you, I don't know. It set off my fight or flight. I needed to protect you from her, and myself from her, and at the same time I wanted to prove to her that I was doing well, that I was happy. I wasn't happy, for so long after we broke up, and every time our paths crossed, she always seemed so pleased with herself. I needed to feel like I was yours, and the only thing I could think to do was the get you to take control, and get me out of there." You finished, eyes locked on the fingernail you were fiddling with.

Alexia was quiet for a while. So long, in fact, that you were starting to get nervous.

Finally, she spoke. "Well, first, mi amor, I am so sorry that you were in such a destructive relationship. You deserve so much better than that. You are... you are perfect mi niña, and I am so sorry that she did not see that, and that she was so awful to you. I would like to talk more about this, later."

"But you should have told me, amor. What was going on, who I had been speaking too. I would have gotten you out of there if I knew you needed to leave. You have to talk to me. When you do not feel safe, whatever it is, you tell me, and I will take care of it. Always."

"And, amor, there are other ways for me to make you know that you are mine, than trying to get me to have sex with you. We do not mess around like that when you are not feeling right." Alexia said firmly.

You found that, suddenly, you could not meet her eyes. Hesitantly, the blonde slid closer to you, leaving her hand open on the couch next to you, an invitation. You took it appreciatively, feeling inexplicably safer when her large hand completely encapsulated yours.

"I am not mad, bebita. I promise. Can you tell me what was going on in your head when you pushed me away?" Alexia felt you tense next to her, and opened her mouth to withdraw the question. Before she could, you spoke.

"We always used to have sex after a fight, once we'd made up. It wasn't healthy, and we shouldn't have been doing it but we did. I was remembering that, one of the last times. I didn't realized how unsafe I felt around her until I was with you, and I felt so safe. My body couldn't decide whether it was safe or not, it was really confusing."

Alexia sighed deeply, and you prepared yourself for her to get angry. You were surprised she hadn't yet, but it was only a matter of time. Wasn't it?

"If something like this ever happens again, you have to communicate with me, yes? You should always feel safe with me. Can I... can I ask why you did not tell me?"

"I didn't think you'd want to hear about it." You confessed, meeting Alexia's confused gaze.

"Why?" The midfielder responded, sounding completely bewildered.

"Why would you want to hear about my ex girlfriend, Alexia?" You scoffed.

"Because it was upsetting you. And she hurt you. I want to hear about those things. You are mine amor. Not hers, I know that. I want to know when something is upsetting you; it will never make me upset with you. Never."

You looked so unsure, Alexia rested a hand on your cheek, stroking gently back and forth with her thumb. "You can tell me anything, amor, anything. You do not need to worry about my reaction. All I care about is you being okay, not being jealous of your awful ex girlfriend."

You nodded hesitantly, placing your hand over Alexia's, keeping her hand on your face as you leaned into the contact.

"Mi amor," she murmured. "I am sorry tonight was so hard for you. How are you feeling now?"

"Better." You lied.

"Better, but..." Alexia said, looking at you expectantly. You wished you could be annoyed with how well she knew you, but you couldn't. It just made you feel that much more loved.

"But... seeing her again, it was like I was back there, in her little apartment. She made me feel so worthless, and I felt that way again. Like I was nothing, worth nothing." You admitted, turning away briefly to rub at your face, very tired of crying this evening. Alexia didn't let you get far, though, wrapping a muscular arm around your shoulder and pulling your right back into her.

"No. No. You are worth everything. Everything I have to give you and more, bebé, all of it."

"What did I do to deserve someone as good as you?" You wondered aloud, almost accidentally. You didn't realize what you'd said until Alexia frowned, looking into your eyes intently. You got lost in the warm hazel there, as you always did, almost forgetting your question until she spoke.

"You are good. You deserve good. I will only ever give you good, amor. Only ever the best for my girl." Alexia declared, leaving a light kiss on your nose, and then one on your lips. Her gaze when she pulled back was so intense, you felt yourself blushing heavily.

"I love you." You said shakily, managing a watery smile.

"I love you more." Alexia promised, leaning in for another gentle kiss.

Another thing about Alexia; when she told you something, you believed it. She had a way with speaking with such conviction, that when she told you she loved you, you were instantly convinced that she did. And if Alexia loved you? If someone as good, as perfect as Alexia loved you? You must have been deserving.

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did this win the poll? no. had i already started it when i posted the poll? yes. in conclusion, the results of polls are meaningless unless you pick what i want you to pick :(

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auroradragon · 1 year

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Frontier - Alejandro Vargas x Reader (Smut)

When I say I needed. I mean NEEDED an Alejandro x Reader smut. I'm so down bad for this man. In my fantasy, I've already imagined us having a whole ass family. Since there were so few Alejandro x Reader ff, I took it into my own hands. I also apologize, I've never posted smut before so please bare with me. Also why the fuck is this man SOOOO underrated. I love him SO MUCH

Summary: When group 141 and Los Vaqueros were betrayed by the shadows that you were considered close with, you rebelled against them as soon as Alejandro was knocked out. It didn't matter that you and Alejandro had a ridiculous rivalry. You still went down with him. Even while you had an odd relationship with Graves, you still chose to go against him. You were taken into custody along with Alejandro and were triggered into a manic breakdown while in the cell the two of you shared. You and Alejandro became close ever since.

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, competition, violence, PTSD, Trauma, Mental breakdowns, cursing, Alejandro being hot asf, etc.

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You entered your room with no emotion but rage. Your duffle bag lay open on your bed, still with uniform and clothing in the bag. You had multiple items like pencils and mementos you'd collected from your travels. But you just stare at them with utter disgust, it was nothing against what you owned, but all that was racing through your mind was the prison you, Alejandro, and his group were sent to, while Soap and Ghost barely got away. Not to mention how a shadow shot Soap. Then there was the personal betrayal between you and Philip

You had always told the men in your group that one of these days the emotions they hide away will come out, and it's not a matter of if it'll happen, it's a matter of when.

And for you, it happened in the prison, in front of Alejandro, he had no fucking idea what was going on. You screamed in your cell after going through a reaction from PTSD, you were having intense flashbacks and were put into a manic breakdown

To be honest with yourself, you could hardly remember what set you off, it felt like someone took a clip from the moment and deleted it. The little you could remember was a soldier whispering in your ear that he wished he could have his way with you, but couldn't because to Graves, you were off limits.

You'd struggled with a traumatic event a few years ago that led you to the state you were in, which was what set off the reaction you had and how the visions of that day and event kept playing through your mind like a fucking nightmare.

You were tossed into the cell and fell on your side with uncontrollable sobs. Alejandro was irritated at first, telling you to get up. He was always a hardass towards you, really you believed he hated you. But after a while, he soon realized it wasn't a joke and you were having a serious mental issue.

You look back at it now and thought about how that was probably the first time the two of you had an actual connection, the first time he'd been nice to you.

How he looked at you when you were terrified,

How he convinced you to sit up,

and when you did, he held you for a few minutes until your hyperventilation and tears stopped

How you two looked at each other from opposite walls, sitting on the freezing stone floor, his arms crossed as he sighs.

How he asked if you wanted to talk about it.

How you wanted to tell him what you lived with and what you had gone through, but... Knew it just wasn't the right time, and it may never be.

When the two of you made it back to a safehouse after the prison escape, Alejandro sat you down with him. Your lips and eye bags were puffed from the breakdown. He walked over to you with two mugs of coffee in hand.

"I think I'd need a real drink after this" He implied his taste for alcohol. He took his seat across from you at the small table. You met his eyes as he grinned the slightest bit. You wondered how a man could have such a pretty smile. You smiled a bit at his joke in return before taking a sip of your black coffee.

He swirls his coffee in the mug before looking back at you with curiosity invading his eyes.

"You still don't want to talk about what happened, Frontier?" You don't look back at him, instead, you shake your head 'no'

"Hm, okay" He sighs.

"Did you want to talk about Graves?" That caught your attention. Your eyes darted to his brown ones.

"There's nothing to talk about," You said just above a whisper. You take a sip of your coffee while warming up your cold hands like he never said anything.

"Señorita, don't do this," His voice was husked with his Spanish accent with a dead serious face. He placed his mug down lightly and placed his arms along the table to make himself bigger.

"I know that you and Graves..." He took a moment to find the right words, but you already knew there were no right words in this situation. Your glare was now present from irritation

"... Have a complicated relationship" His face remains serious and his gaze digs into your soul.

"....I told you I'm not a shadow" Your head tilted and your brows raised, but Alejandro kept staring at you like you were a fucking idiot.

"I'm not talking about if you were a shadow or not, I'm talking about if you had a.... personal... relationship," He clicks his tongue.

"I'm a traitor to them! What more do you want from me?!" The chair being pushed back as you stood dent a blood-curdling noise around the room.

"Tell me what the fuck your relationship was with Graves!" He stood up right after you.

"I-I don't know why this matters" You start laughing, but your eyes are glossed from forming tears.

"Y/N" He finally calmly said. It was the first time you'd heard your first name come out of his mouth. He only ever called you by Frontier, although he was also the only person in the group who knew your first and last name.

The truth was though, you and Philip were just fuck buddies, but nights after you lie next to him and wish that you two were more. You never knew Philips's feelings towards you, but you wanted him to like you as much as you liked him. Deep down though you knew it was never meant to be, and that you were just extremely lonely. The man was a walking red flag, yet you found yourself daydreaming about him.

But when you started knowing it wasn't a possibility, you took notice of Alejandro, he was definitely not the nicest person to you, but something about his aura kept drawing you towards him. You didn't know if it was his looks, his humor, or the way you just knew how much of a good person he was. You picked up on things about him and aligned them with ideas about him as a person. You imagined him to be extremely romantic, so much so that the things he'd do would be such a cliché, but you found it cute, really. But your heart sank when you realized how much you gained a liking for Alejandro.

When you were set back to the reality of what Alejandro was assuming, you knew didn't need this right now. You'd just recovered from a panic attack, and now all you could think of was Grave's betrayal. You just wanted a break, or a moment to sit and align all your emotions in a row instead of them being thrown at you continuously with no chance to think straight. So before you or Alejandro said anything else, you walked away from the table and to your assigned dorm. Alejandro stood in the same spot but watched as you walked down the hall.

After your panic attack in the prison was when Alejandro was put into a position where he could confront his own feelings toward you. Since you two met on the U.S-Mexico border, he dreaded you being a part of their group, seeing as he already didn't like shadows and really just assumed you were one too because you were American.

Alejandro kept a rivalry between the two of you, but over time he started noticing little things you do. How you bite your lip when you're in deep thought, the way your eyes flutter to keep yourself awake on the plane or the heli, the way you listened to the others in the group so well, the ways your eyes trailed all over him, and how you were always the first to ask if someone was okay. He didn't know why he cared so much but he began to think about you, day and night.

He'd be concerned and wonder if you were okay if you two weren't together. He wanted his eyes on you all the time. But his mind would trail back to Valeria's betrayal. He was heartbroken when he found out it was her, an ex-army partner, who turned against everything he stood for, it destroyed everything he knew about her, and every bit of trust against anyone who could be something of a friend or partner to him. In a way, he knew exactly what it felt like, with what was happening between you and Graves.

But when you were wrapped in his arm, shaking, and bawling, especially from you, he never wanted to let go. He memorized your scent and the way you felt, the way you fit in his arms, but what stood out to him the most was that after how rude he was to you and how much he pushed you away, you still trusted him enough to hold you and that you didn't stop him from holding you

That was the moment he realized that he was in love.

The anger spread through your body. Your shoulders were tense, and your eyes prick with tears that dared to come out. Who does he think he is? Asking that about you and Graves? You don't know why, but you just start picking up items around your room, your clothing, then empty items to clear the way, as a form of coping to clean a bit. You noticed in a cleaner room; you were able to think much better. Your mind was distracted from your mental attack and how much you grieved about Graves.

You heard your door swing open and hit the wall while doing so, it was so loud, you thought it broke a hole into the wall. “Get the fuck out of here!” You yelled not knowing who it was, not that you cared anyways. You spun your head around to see a shadow looming over you from the hall light that seeped into the midnight-black room. Alejandro might as well have teleported from where he stood because he was up to your figure before you’d even moved your body to face him.

“Alejandro get out-”

“No no no” His voice was low and husk

“You don’t get to walk away in the middle of a conversation señorita” His grin was filled with hate and not a single ounce of happiness. He grasps your chin into his slender yet large hand. You grew agitated, knowing how Alejandro gets sometimes when he’s angry, his smile is like the calm before a fucking hurricane. You whimpered as he grasped harder. This was the only time the phrase ‘I smile when I get angry’ should ever be taken seriously.

“Please” Your eyes grew heavy with the shorter breaths you took

“PLEASE answer my fucking question” Alejandro was so close; you felt his hot breath hit your lips.

“Did you fuck Graves? Did you sleep with the enemy?” He mumbles in your ear, slips touching ever so gently, yet his slender hands still grasping your chin.

“Let go of me” You voice was stone cold, it even shocked Alejandro enough for him to let go and give you an inch of room.

“I see how you look at Valeria-” You glare at him

Alejandro lets out a strained laugh, dark eyes digging into your soul. He turns his back to you and shakes his hand through his raven hair.

“I don’t know if you two have more than a friendship in your history, but there is something there” You spit.

“Valeria is nothing to me! hasn’t been for a long time” He spits back. Your eyes relax from his words for a split second before your brows furrow again.

“Same with Graves! So, what makes you think you have any right to say that shit?!” Your slipped calm face was back to an aggressive one.

“You can't sit here and tell me whatever I did was right or wrong. You can’t just assume shit and, and-”

Alejandro grasped the back of your head, hands curling into your hair. His eyes open slightly as he pressed his lips against yours. His scruff beard rubbed against your chin and his hand reached up to your face again, this time gentler and more passionate. It felt like minutes but was realistically only a second long.

You stood not knowing what to say before wiping his saliva off your mouth and glancing from the floor back to his face from anxiety. You could FEEL the heat on your face, and you knew he felt it too. You bit your lip hard and finally looked back up to him.

“... What-What was that for”

“...Are you mad at me.” He doesn’t really ask, but says it more like a statement.

You look at the ground again

“... No” You admitted before looking up at him with your chin down, with wide eyes

“Don’t look at me like that”

“Why?” You ask, but you knew exactly what you were doing but playing innocent.

“Are you mad at me” You have no idea where the fuck your courage came from but you stepped close to him and placed your lips on his this time. Your hands trailed from his neck up to both sides of his jaw. His hands found a perch on your hips

“mierda” He silently groans as he walks backwards to the door with you still against his body. He throws the door closed and fumbles with the lock. It's so dark in your room but Alejandro didn’t intend for it to stay like that for long. He wanted to eat up everything about the way you looked, he wanted to fuck you in the light where he can memorize every part of your body. After a few moments of you kissing him against the door with pleading breaths leaving his mouth when your lips found his neck and sucked lightly. He pulled your ass in so you'd get closer to him, letting you whimper as you felt his erection coming from his cargos. When you looked up at him, his eyes were overflowing with lust. He stops what you’re doing before now pushing you towards your bed that lies in the corner of the room. He sits up over you and reaches for the bedside table to fumble with the lamp.

“I um I don’t...” You stutter underneath him, suddenly getting insecure. The light flicked on and he took a moment to examine every detail of your face.

“Please,” He grabs one of your hands and places a gentle kiss on it while looking down at you for your approval. Yup, you were right, this guy was one for cheesy romance, in no way were you complaining about it though. You turn your head to the side from embarrassment.

“The light is fine” You mumble but just enough for him to hear. When you look back at him, you sit up to his level and plant a kiss on his lips, he places your head back onto the pillow while still kissing your now swollen lips.

“Fuck look at what you do to me cariño” He grunts as he grabs your hand to place it on the bulge of his pants. You gasp at the feeling of it against your hand. You raise your other hand and fumble with the buttons. He grips your hands with his own to stop you.

“What...” Your brows furrowed with confusion before his hands started unbuttoning your own pants. You saw how lightly his veined hands messed with your own cargos.

“Alejandro~” You wined

“Sé paciente,” He kissed your jaw to shut you up, while still attempting to get your pants unbuttoned.

He successfully pulled them down enough to see your panties soaked through. He sat up to admire the view.

“Take a picture while you're at it” You blushed in embarrassment, even through your bold facade.

“Oh, I will, cariño. But only after I've fucked you” Your cunt clenches around nothing as his words hit your core. He hears how desperate you are with each short and heavier breath that comes out of your mouth.

He slides your panties down with your pants. Your thighs clench as soon as the cold air touches the most sensitive area. He places a hand in-between your thighs in retaliation and spreads them back apart.

"Keep them open" All you could think about is how attractive his accent is. You sit up and tug on his long sleeve black shirt

"Take it off, please~" You whimper, needing him to touch you.

"As you wish princesa" He grins as you begged under his touch. He throws his shirt across the room and rises over you. You're in utter awe of this man's build. Vaines were present in his arms, even if he wasn't flexing, he had a surprisingly thin waist and sleek abs. You swear this man was built by God's hands themselves.

He moves back down and takes a leg. He starts kissing it from your calves, his nails dig into your leg as he leaves hickies on every inch he’s kissed. You felt goosebumps trail all over your lower body as he came up to your knees, then outer thighs, then inner thighs. Your face was burning up, your throat closed in, and your eyes dared to close.

"Now," He says as he raises a kiss to your jaw.

"Are you okay with it going further?" He whispers in your ear and his lips teasing your skin.

"Fuck. Y-Yes" You felt yourself shaking already. He lets out an amused chuckle through his nose

"Alright then princesa" He moves back down to your lower half and continues where he left off. He kept sucking your inner thigh, slowly getting closer to your cunt. He takes a look at you for reassurance. You aggressively nod your head and with that, he starts kissing your slick folds, without warning he starts sucking on your clit, and hard. Your head drops back onto the pillow as you let out a moan.

"Aleja- Fuck" You feel him grin as he continues to lick and suck your clit. You moan into your arm remembering how thin the walls are in the room, not wanting anyone in the other room to hear. He takes his finger and puts it into your now dripping pussy that ached for attention. With one finger he lightly plunged it in and further. You already felt like you were about to cum but he took the moment to put in another finger and curl his fingers along the walls of your cunt. His thumb replaced where his lips were on your cunt. He started licking the area of your cunt that weren't already taken care of by his fingers.

"Don't be shy, cum in my mouth "

Your hand went from the sheets to his polished back hair. He groaned as you pulled, feeling the vibrations from his deep groan, sent you over the edge. Your legs shook around him and you were starting to lose the ability to hold in your moans. The man didn't stop until you finished cumming. You lie there breathless, and beads of sweat rolling down your forehead already. He moved up to meet your eyes again.

You place a hand on his face, and he moved down to kiss you. You felt so dirty, tasting yourself on his tongue, but you fucking loved it. You moaned into his mouth before cussing.

"Jesus- I've never finished so fucking quick-" You say stunned.

"Don't tell me you're getting tired now" He teases as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck.

"Me? Never" You looked back up at him with determination in your eyes. You felt his clothed cock press against your swollen clit. You whimper as you feel every inch of the fabric press against you.

"Good, 'cause we're just getting started" He simply says before sitting up to unzip his pants. You sit up as you watch how shiny his tan skin is from the sweat. His thick brows furrow as he gets frustrated with the pants. You just sat there for a moment, taking advantage of seeing the most beautiful man on earth in front of you. He gets the zipper undone and you watch as he pulls his cock out.

"O-Oh- Uhm" You out a hand over your mouth as you keep staring.

"You don't want to go any further? I can stop" He says with zero hesitation

"F-Fuck no, it's just... Big..." Your eyes meet his lustful ones.

"I can't wait anymore cariño" He sighs as he nuzzles into your neck one more time before shifting himself between your thighs. He grips your thighs, nails digging into your skin, but you find it exciting. He places his hands next your head. Your hands snake up his chest. He feels shudders run up from his core. Your hand is placed on his cheek as you give him a look of adoration.

"Are your ready for this, princesa?" He asks.

"Y-Yes" You stutter. It's strange to you because you've never been this shy when it came to Graves, he doesn't make you feel the way Alejandro makes you feel.

Alejandro slides his hand up from your pelvic bone and up to your chest. You feel his slick cock, already dripping with pre-cum barely touching your lips and your body is already trembling with shaky breath following after. He slowly puts it in with a grunt.

"Mierda~ Ah, you're so tight" His hands grip the sheets under you, and your hands involuntarily grip his biceps which gives a grin out of him. When he's completely inside, he lets you catch your breath. Without hesitation he takes it halfway out and thrusts himself back in, hitting your walls hard. You moan from the sudden action and grip his biceps so hard you swear your nails were drawing blood. He grunts with every continuing thrust.

You become a moaning mess with every thrust he gave, and your hips bucking up had become an unconscious reflex. You feel your hips and thighs cramp from the flexing, so Alejandro pushes you down to prevent you from moving your hips.

"Ale~" You whine.

"Does Graves ever make you feel this good?"

"H-Huh?" He enjoys seeing you so fucked up that you can't even comprehend what he's saying

"Baby," He grabs you chin to make you look at him while he still fucks you dry.

"Has he ever made you feel this good?" He becomes so much more dominant as soon as he brings Graves up again.

You shake your head no

"Say it then," He says with trembling breath. Your core tightens knowing how fucking jealous he gets.

"No baby, no he's never made me feel this good~" You smile as your core tightens knowing you're going to cum with him. He feels how close you are, and he's not far behind either.

"I'm all yours Alejandro, please be mine~" You beg under him. His eyes widen as you pull your arms around him into an embrace. He picks you up into his lap. He stares up at you as he rubs your thighs.

You lift yourself up, but its hard at first because of how bad your legs shake over him. You settle your hands on his bulky shoulders and put yourself into a fluid movement on top of him. He digs his face into the crook of your neck and kisses down to your breast.

"You're all fucking mine, and I'm all yours," He says as he smiles whilst looking up at you. His hands slide all over your body. His groans start turning into moans and it ignites a fire in you, that you didn't even know existed. With half lids showing, you admire how he looks underneath you.

"I'm ganna-" You start

"I know. Me too." He finishes your sentence

You finally let out the coil you've been building up for minutes. The orgasm your felt left aftershocks. Your legs kept shaking and trembling. Your sweaty head falls on Alejandro's own forehead. He finished inside of you, still thrusting out both of your orgasms. His hand finds the crape of your neck under your wet hair. He looks at you through his long lashes, and he swore to God, hes never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.

"estoy tan enamorado de ti" He whispers

"Huh?" You ask with your brain still recovering from the stimulation

"Nothing," He says before he lies back down on the bed with you still on top of him. You left yourself up and drop next to him. You turn to your side and curl into him, resting a head on his chest. He plants a kiss on your forehead before trying to get up.

You sit up confused as you watch him walk around the room naked. He puts his underwear and cargos back on. You look away, thinking you just made a mistake.

"Frontier!" He yells and you look back at him with a chunk of your clothes in his large hands, he throws them at you and you catch them with a confused look in your eyes.

"Come on" He says as he finishes putting the rest of his clothes back on. He stands along the wall as you get dressed, staring at you.

"Stop being a perv" You finish and smack him on the ribs.

He grabs a hold of your waist and pulls you into him for a kiss

"amor de mi vida"

You look up at him this time understanding what he said. You had a glowing smile on your face.

"Mi amor" You kissed him again.

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This is the first smut I've ever posted, so I'm sorry if it literally sucks. Also if you can't tell I didn't take a Spanish class, unfortunately, I didn't take German either, I took mother fucking Japanese, and I kind of regret not learning Spanish but you know, it's whatever. Anyways I'm so sorry if I messed up the Spanish bits, I didn't use the most reliable source, cause I used Google Translate. But if you made it to the end, thank you smmmm and I love you!

#alejandro mw2 #alejandro vargas #modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #modern warfare 2 #cod #call of duty #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #y/n #smut #call of duty smut #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare 2

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geekgirles · 7 months

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Something I hope we get to see in season 2 is Edred and Emmelyn's relationship developing more positively. Mainly because it could allow for his own relationship with Melinda to change for the better.

Now, what we must understand about Meldred is that it's a love born from adversity. Their whole relationship, all incarnations, has been marked and dictated by their mission and its necessary sacrifices. They both chose to dedicate their lives, throughout countless lifetimes, to fighting The Evil.

And that greatly impacted their relationship and the way it works and how they bounce off of each other.

Relationships born from adversity and crisis tend to become deep and long-lasting fast (as evidenced by Emma and Melinda's eventual bond with each other). The fact that Melinda and Edred have been deeply in love for over a thousand years is proof enough of that.

However, the moment Emma entered the picture, there was a new factor neither could have accounted for that changed everything.

A different kind of relationship. Because Emmelyn, now influenced by Emma's presence and her memories, couldn't keep up with Edred's intensity.

Since their love has been so impacted by The Evil's doing, alongside their more serious and uptight original personalities, the burning passion and love Melinda and Edred feel for each other never had time to simmer down into something more comfortable but equally meaningful.

It never got the chance to be like Emma and Winston's relationship.

As opposed to Melinda and Edred, who were brought together by crisis and have had to intertwine their love for each other with it, Emma and Winston are "simply" childhood sweethearts. They're undeniably close and, more importantly, able to just enjoy their relationship because they were born into money, without any really binding responsibilities, and grew up without a care in the world.

Which is why Emmelyn is capable of laughing and goofing around Winston. It's not necessarily that she doesn't feel anything for Edred—if anything, I'd say her conversation with Winston back in a Love's Last Light about how she had Emma's memories but there was so much more (before the camera focused on Edred) seems to imply she actually has both women's feelings for each of their lovers, but can't act on either out of respect for the other, as @theunawakening can testify—rather, I'd wager it means that their relationship just isn't like that.

Seng said it himself, Melinda had never laughed like that before. And like Edred said, that is because that's not Melinda, but a completely different person.

Melinda can be warm and deeply caring, but outwardly she's laser-focused on their quest against The Evil, deeply scarred by the trauma of what happened to her mother, and acts rather callous and harsh as a result of it. Even when she's trying to do something nice—like how it was implied she kept trying to push Edred away when they first met not because she didn't think him capable of helping or handling himself, but because she didn't want him to sacrifice his everything for their quest, her quest, just like she'd done.

Melinda and Edred's love for each other is deep and long-lasting, but it's been influenced by outside forces for far too long, never given the chance to just be explored and enjoyed. They were always focused on putting a stop to The Evil; they never had time to just be a couple!

I'm convinced there were definitely more subdued moments between them, just like there's been more positive, softer interactions between Edred and Emmelyn (namely, their interactions in The Heart of Kings and Darkness Before the Dawn right before Winston appeared). It's just that they've never had the chance to be together without raising any kind of stakes, like how Edred running away with Melinda directly led to a civil war between the Elves and the forest dying.

But now that they're younger and they get to wear their hearts on their sleeve, now that their approach has shifted from confrontation to compassion in their quest against The Evil, now that Edred has come to accept Emmelyn is not his Melinda...

Now I truly believe they can learn to mellow out, which will then help strengthen their love.

#unicorn: warriors eternal #unicorn warriors eternal #uwe #uwe analysis #melinda the sorceress #melinda #emma fairfax #emmelyn #edred #edred the warrior elf #winston #meldred #genndy tartakovsky #adult swim #toonami #seng #seng the cosmic elf

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fuckingstrange · 4 months

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WARNINGS: Silent!reader, slightly mean!Emily Prentiss, implied depression

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WORDS: 742

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PAIRING: Spencer Reid x m!reader

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Rushed ASF but eh

Spencer freezes, the words he just said ringing around in his head, Emilys too. “Our anniversary”, the answer to Emily asking him why you'd been so up-beat lately.

You and Spencer had spent the last two years, nearly three, hiding your relationship from the team. All that down the drain, and all the fear and anxiety bubbling up in his gut, so much that he clutches it and nearly gags.

Emily, who's behind him, is shocked to silence. She slowly covers her mouth, turning her head to look at you at your desk across the bullpen. “..him?” She asks quietly, and it's all Reid can do to nod his head, knowing he'd have to be a manipulative level gaslighter to convince her otherwise.

“That's.. yeah, he's my.. boyfriend.” He confirms verbally, letting her push him to sit in his desk chair. He's tense, ready to get yelled at or even hate crimed right about now. “..why? I mean, like men all you want, but him?” She asks, pulling herself to sit on his desk.

He's a bit confused, lips parted and brows furrowing as he takes a second to process her words. ‘Why not you?’ is all he can think. but, all he responds is a quiet “yeah.” Emily just turns her head to look back at you, unaware of the conversation unfolding in Reids cubicle.

“But, you're so.. uh, you're.. alive. As in, you are known, you engage, you're actually what we consider a close friend. And he's.. quiet. He's been here four years and I don't think he's even looked Rossi in the eyes yet.” She comments, tilting her head and giving Spencer a confused look.

He can't help but feel a little offended, adjusting himself in his seat. It was true, you didn't engage with the team and kept more to yourself these last four years within the bureau, but you're not just some ghost. They know you, sometimes drag you to gatherings, your opinions get respected on cases.

“Look, Spence. All I'm saying is, he's.. kind of a debby downer. I walk past him and I'm just hit with a wave of depression.” She explains, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Spencer just gives her an odd look, still not knowing exactly how to feel about how she's talking about you after learning it's nearly yours and his anniversary. He stares at her hand on his shoulder, gaze flickering back up to meet hers as he responds with “He may not be the happiest, he's going through a lot, but that doesn't mean I should just drop him.”

Emily shrugs, leaning back and grabbing the coffee she had set on his desk prior to learning all of this. “Well, there's more.. stable, fish in the sea.” Spencer just give her a slightly more disgusted look when she keeps talking. “He doesn't do much, is my main point. I don't even know how you noticed him enough to like, go out with him. He just kind of sits there. I doubt he knew of Henry's existence until this morning “

Spencer can't believe her words, shaking his head as he stands up, getting a bit fed up about the shots she's taking at you. “Okay, uh, no. He does a lot. For this team, for you, for me, even for Henry since you brought him up. He takes on a bigger caseload so we don't have to stay late, he goes home at 3am every night. He buys us things, Derek gets redbull almost daily from him, He restocked your creamer more than three times this month, and he's the reason I have flowers at my desk every week.” He corrects, Emily’s eyes widening.

She stands up, their heads turning to look at you as you remain at your desk, looking as stressed as ever while working the extra work you've taken on, voluntarily. “No shit?” She asks, in awe from the realization of how much you actually interact and do with the team.

Spencer nods his head, nudging her shoulder and saying, “Just because he doesn't talk doesn't mean he doesn't listen or observe. He tries his hardest to make sure the rest of us don't feel as bad as he does. And I'm trying to make sure he doesn't feel as bad as when he first joined.” Emily can only nod her head in response, taking another sip of her coffee as she continues to watch you work.

#spencer reid #hotboxed x-mas ficlist #fluff #comfort #spencer reid x m!reader #sweethearts fr

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lorifragolina · 4 months

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Here's to you, Mr. Harrington

For: @rindecisions, Rindecision

Well, I'm sorry to wait so much to publish this fic for you but I wanted doing it in my birthday! I hope you enjoy it, it's a silly thing but I like to imagine even a sequel for it! Happy Holidays!

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson; Eddie Munson/Billy Hagrove; Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove (last two both implied)

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 5953

Warnings: Archive Warnings and Potential triggers

Tags: Movie references, Sex in a Church, Break up, Engagement, Secret relationship

Summary: “Eddie…” whispered Steve, getting nearer to him. “I’m sorry,” Eddie kept saying, tears running between his fingers. Steve took his hands and moved them from his face. Eddie was beautiful. He was his man, his feelings for him weren’t changed, but he knew he wouldn’t change either. “I don’t want to lose you,” whispered Eddie, trying to calm down, moved for the closeness. “It’s… too late,” whispered Steve in return, most to himself, really. His heart was beating like a drum. “No…” Steve sighed, closing his eyes to run off the mesmerizing sparkles of Eddie’s glance. “You know that things just can’t work. You… you don’t want to stop for me and I need something more”.

Steve Harrington is about to marry. But the love of his life isn't happy with it.

They broke up, but they are bonded to each other despite of it all.

Could they fix things, or it's over forever?

This fic is a part of the @steddieholidayexchange

Read it on Ao3

A little tease under the cut!

When Steve Harrington parked the car in the driveway of the house in Loch Nora, his mother, father and even the maid and the gardener were lined up at the entrance.

Stella Harrington was wearing a summer large dress in white linen, the blonde hair lazily braided in a cozy hairdo that, anyway, smelled rich.

Steve opened the passenger door and a blonde, tall creature got out of the car; the rope sandals, the off-white dress and even the hairdo matched Steve’ mother.

The girl floated elegantly in the driveway at Steve’s side and graciously greeted his mother, extending her hands to Stella. Steve’s mother pursed his lips, looking furtively at his son's face, but then greeted the girl in return. Steve waited for his family and his fiancee entering the house, then sighed heavily and followed them.

After the big meeting with his family, it was the moment to drop the news with his found family. And while his mother, despite a certain surprise, could accept the girl and the situation, his friends wouldn't be so easy to convince.

All Robin could see when Steve opened the door for the girl in the mall parking lot, was a pale, ethereal East coast beauty, thin arms and thin waist, a bread not too full, just enough, classical features with blonde hair, perfectly messy as the casual wearing required, green eyes and a few freckles on the nose, not too much, not too few. She matched Steve’s Ralph Laurent pale blue polo, and when she leaned his hand on Steve’s, the diamond at her finger ring sparkled unequivocally.

Robin blinked a few times, just trying to focus and understand why the entire scene, apparently perfect, seemed so wrong to her.

“Robin, please meet Helen Miller,” he said. And the perfect name, thought Robin, stretching her hand a little baffled.

“Nice to meet you,” said Helen with a perfect, gracious voice. “Steve talks a lot about you”.

“But he didn’t mention you a single time” answered Robin in a low voice. Helen didn’t notice it, but Steve did and pushed a little Robin, with displeasure.

He introduced her again to Dustin, Max and Lucas; the three were as confused as Robin, but they didn’t say anything, and they all sat at the cafe and waited silently. Steve phoned them with the news, but no one believed it and were waiting for Steve to confirm or retract.

“So, Helen, what do you think of Hawkins?”

Helen lowered graciously his eyelashes, with an accent of a smile.

“We just pass on the interstate. But I see the church on the road… we will go tomorrow to talk with the pastor, right, darling?” She sweetly landed a hand on Steve’s hand.

Steve smiled nervously and nodded. He was distracted staring at the other side of the road , and a guy with a dirty rug in hands was standing in front of the garage, staring at Steve in return.

“We will talk to the pastor and celebrate the wedding on Sunday”.

Just in five days, thought Robin. Steve’s mother managed all the organization, and the girl ordered things from the East Coast and they were waiting for the delivery during those days. The wedding machine was already moving. Robin raised her eyes to the guy in front of the garage too, and sighed. She wasn't sure about all that rush, and that girl was not, even remotely, Steve’s type.

“Steve, darling, be an angel and refuel my car” said sweetly Mrs Harrington when they met at the mall, after greeting the guys, to buy some last things. “Helen and I have to do some errands, right, sweetheart?'' She put a hand on Helen's arm.

“Oh… well, ok,” Steve sighed. He would avoid the gas station but he couldn't explain why to his mother and his fiancee.

“So it’s true, you came back,” said Eddie Munson, the garage employee, while he was refueling the car and had nowhere to run. Steve kept his eyes low and bit his lips.

“And I heard another thing,” Eddie smiled, but his eyes weren’t as cool as his words. Steve kept silent. “So it’s true too? You’ll tie the knot with that elfic girl?”

Steve had to hide a little, silly smile. He put the pump on its side and finally faced Eddie.

“Yes, on Sunday”.

Eddie got nearer, far inside Steve’s personal space. Steve tried to stand still, although nervous.

“So I’m supposed to greet the happy couple,” said Eddie slyly, straightening Steve’s polo collar. Steve pursed his lips, raising his eyes and trying to look Eddie in the eyes, but despite all his efforts, his glance stopped on his lips. “Or should I greet the groom?” whispered Eddie, tucking a hand on Steve’s waist and pulling him dangerously close.

Steve just leaned against him and touched Eddie’s lips; he felt Eddie smiling on his lips, and tore away suddenly.

“No,” he said, pushing Eddie away. “No, I have to go. I have to go!” Steve went back in the car and went away with perhaps a little too much gas.

#stranger things #steve harrington #writing #steddie fic #steddie #steddie holiday exchange #billy hargrove #steve is about to marry #Eddie in love #christmas #its my birthday

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kingwuko · 6 months

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Do you have any hc for Wu and his cousin Shihan? Personally, I’d like to think he and Shihan are close. It was kind of implied that Wu was sent off to Republic City early on by his family (whether it be in his mid to late adolescence.) So, it’d be cute if Shihan took Wu under her wing during that time.

I do have some headcanons! Let me start by giving everyone all the facts provided by the Republic city setting toolkit book:

This got really long so I'm putting it under a cut:

So basically she is Wu's distant cousin. She has spent lots of time traveling and has received a lot of education! "Numerous degrees", guest lecturing—she is very well read! Also 'vivacious' and in her late 40s.

Here's my headcanon territory. I'm not convinced she and Wu were terribly close during his upbringing. With her having traveled so much, she was probably not in Ba Sing Se often enough or for enough time to form a very close connection to Wu. She probably met him a handful of times during his childhood, but I doubt they knew each other well!

I specifically headcanon that she is Wu's forth cousin, once removed, and was a member of Earth Kingdom's nobility but her family line branched off before King Kuei, so she is not considered a member of the royal family. Therefore, she has no claim to the throne. Additionally I headcanon that she forfeited all claims as earth kingdom nobility when she settled in Republic City and became a citizen of the United Republic of Nations.

I do think maybe there was a little bit of nepotism involved in Wu getting accepted into Republic City University. But I think it was because Queen Hou-Ting was fed up with Wu and demanded Shihan accept him into the university-so it was more along the lines of she made sure he was accepted to keep Queen Hou-Ting from retaliating against her (i think the two of them probably had a contentious relationship in their youth before Shihan started traveling).

So I think once Wu was at the University, perhaps they did get to know each other, and I think they got along just fine! But I think she's probably aware of how it would look if she spent a lot of time with a student who was also her relative (and royalty!) so she probably kept a respectful distance. I'm not sure she would have known how to initiate a relationship with him given all the circumstances-he's much younger than her, she barely knew him as a child, she's mindful of her position as Dean and wants to avoid looking like she has favorites, and also I think Wu was probably desperate to fit in and build friendships with other students, and generally you don't do that by hanging out with the faculty.

I also have a little headcanon that Hou-Ting would send Dai Li operatives to check up on Wu—not in a making-sure-he's-doing-ok way, but in a invading-his-privacy way. I think Shihan probably had a couple of run-ins with Hou-Tings agents and perhaps would kick them off campus any chance she got, in an attempt to give Wu a little freedom from his Aunt. I don't think Wu was aware of this so maybe this is just a little behind the scenes way that she is trying to look out for him.

I think, after the assassination and the realization that Wu is the only remaining heir, that he would have been put into protective custody and had to withdraw from the university. At that time I think Shihan probably wouldn't have had much contact with him.

I think what really got Shihan's attention was Wu's announcement that he wanted to democratize the Earth Kingdom. Given that she is well traveled and very educated, I think she has a really rounded view of politics and felt she could contribute in a meaningful way by assisting Wu with his goal. I headcanon that she reached out to him to offer assistance in drafting policy, and that he travels back to Republic City frequently to work with her. I think this is when they get very close, and I think he learns A LOT from her.

I love her description as "vivacious" and I hc that she and Wu have some similar mannerisms- lots of big, sweeping arm movements, a lil cringe and awkward sometimes, kinda loud. I hc that she is a big hugger and maybe a little bit flighty-loses her train of thought, easily distracted, etc. Just a real eccentric academic type.

So, there are my headcanons about Shihan. I'm always happy to hear other people's headcanons, feel free to reblog with your own hc or send me more asks or whatever! Love hearing from you all!!

#Shihan #King Wu #Prince Wu #Avatar Legends #tlok

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melancholyofautvmn · 2 years

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when i was s1 mike's age, i was close friends with a boy and all my friends thought i liked liked him. and i thought i did too. back then, all my friends had crushes on boys, or even if they didn't, at least showed interest in boys. i didn't want to get left behind. so i said i did like him, and i even managed to convince myself i did like him.

now looking back, i realized i've always just seen him as a friend and i really do like him. just....platonically.

what i'm saying is that when you're a young gay person, growing up in the midst of heteronormativity, these are the kind of experiences you go through growing up. watching s1 again, i think that was kind of what was going on in mike's head. i don't think he ever really showed any special interest in el until lucas brought up the idea that he liked liked el. i mean, he was definitely nicer to her than dustin and lucas, but that is really just part of his personality, and besides he was the one who took in el and let her stay in his house, so i don't think there was anything special in his behaviour to her.

i think, in s1, with both lucas and nancy implying that he liked her, it led him to believe he did. and he kept on believing that through s2 too. it was easy, after all, with el gone, he didn't have to face his feelings. but then, s3 and they start dating, and mike has to face his feelings, or rather, the lack of them, which i think is why he started acting like a jerk a lot. he seemed to be acting in his relationship with el the way he thinks he's supposed to act.

i do think mike really liked el. and that she was special to him. but i don't think his feelings for her were ever romantic. i think it was more him just trying to convince himself it's romantic, trying to be more like everyone else. trying to be normal. trying to be straight.

#byler #mike wheeler #mike wheeler is gay

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waheelawhisperer · 2 years

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Starting to wonder if the tournament's team & doubles fights actually hint at early-volume Yang having more of a target fixation problem than anything. I mean, Arslan rope-darts her onto the ice in the middle of a footwork exchange (speaking of which, can watchers stop treating 'kicks' like Yang's a freakin' Hitmonchan?), then sets her up for Nadir to backshoot *twice,* and Neon's troll-strafing kept her busy for a perilous chunk of that round.

Answering both of these at once because they cover similar topics.

When I said Yang was already adept at controlling her temper, I meant she already had effective strategies for managing it, not that she had perfect control and literally never succumbed to anger like some kind of robot. She's demonstrated since Volume 1 that when she gets angry and overstimulated, she vents her anger, resets, and refocuses. She's noticeably calmer every time she does it, she recognizes when her anger is starting to hinder her, and her ability to address it has directly led to several of her victories.

On the topic of Yang's anger, she's actually better at managing it than plenty of other characters who never get called out by the narrative of the fanbase (take, for example, Winter Schnee, whose immediate reaction to seeing her sister in handcuffs was to threaten the soldiers guarding her with violence, and their reactions imply that the threat was both believable and not likely to be punished by Winter's superiors). Not once has it led her to do serious harm to either her relationships or the people she cares about, but evidently anger is a character flaw for her and no one else.

I do agree she has a bit of a target fixation issue during the Beacon era. Beacon-era Yang is cocky and confident, justifiably so, and I think once she matches up against an opponent, she wants to prove herself by beating them. She only really showcases this during Volume 3, in a series of low-stakes tournament fights, but it might still be what Taiyang meant with his advice. I'm not convinced it is, given how much of that conversation focused around her Semblance, rather than the actual nuts and bolts of her fighting style, but that could be what Tai noticed, and I'd say it is genuinely a weakness for Yang to work on.

That said, that quote in the ask kind of ignores the way Yang regularly employs tactics like manipulating the terrain around her, activating her Semblance to accomplish specific objectives instead of just spamming it as brainlessly as Tai and the fandom think she does, and separating opponents so she can deal with them in isolation. Yang's never acted like the only way through an obstacle is through it or like strength is the only thing that matters in a fight, and we see it as early as her freaking trailer.

Yeah, Neon got in her head during the Vytal Festival and she made mistakes because of it, but Neon was literally the only one who played that fight anywhere close to optimally out of the four people in it. Blame Yang for not double-teaming Flynt if you want, but Weiss didn't move to double-team Neon either and tackled a dude into a lava geyser. Flynt got cocky and didn't finish Weiss when he had her beat. Yang, funnily enough, processed her anger and then made use of her established tactics to win a 2-on-1 fight. She broke the terrain to hinder Neon, separated her from Flynt, took down Flynt while he was isolated, and then finished off Neon when she got the opening for it.

As for chasing Arslan, she was hardly alone in fighting suboptimally. Blake could've easily not chased Reese and just gone and ganged up on the guys, Ruby and Blake could've harassed Arslan while Yang closed with the less mobile members of Team ABRN, Weiss could've used Dust to control the battlefield, etc. Like, Yang's target fixation here isn't any worse than anyone else's.

Against Neo, she had a very valid reason not to disengage - she was actively learning Neo's patterns as the fight went on and actually managed to catch her right before the end. Yang had reason to legitimately believe that fight was winnable, and if you pay close attention, you'll notice that Neo stops fucking around immediately after that. Yang's demonstrated that she's a legitimate threat, so Neo ends it as soon as she's in real danger.

I think Yang made a mistake going for her counter/finisher move against Neo instead of trying to transition to something that takes less setup, but we've seen her use it against Melanie in the Yellow Trailer and know it's an effective answer for elusive fighters, so I don't blame her for trying a technique she knows has worked in the past. Otherwise, she fought very effectively: she switched up her combos to try to catch Neo out, used the data she gathered to find an opening, and tried to take advantage of that opening once she got it.

On the topic of disengaging from Neo, that carries a lot of problems of its own. Ignoring the fact that Yang (reasonably) thought she could win, we know from that fight alone that Neo's mobile enough to keep Yang from escaping an enclosed train car where she'd have to either open the door or break through the exterior and then do so again to get into the next car (or she'd have to jump/climb upward). On top of that, Yang doesn't even know where her teammates are or if they'll be able to assist her, and she needs to buy time for someone to stop the train. It's not a situation with an easy answer, and there's no reason for her to try regrouping when she's facing an opponent who she's actively learning how to fight over the course of the engagement and who hasn't yet demonstrated how badly she outclasses Yang.

Not sure what you mean about the kicks. If it's about the idea that more kicks = better fighter, that take is dumb and I've explained why before.

#analysis #yang xiao long #taiyang xiao long #neopolitan #neon katt #flynt coal #arslan altan #reese chloris #nadir shiko #bolin hori #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #winter schnee

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gingeredmink · 1 year

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just finished debris n now I'm curious what your thoughts on lefia and/or the true end are

NICE! Hope ya enjoyed it!

As for thoughts HOOOOH BOY

Have way too many of them that are all over the place. Gonna warn you this is a really scattered wall of text heh

First of all Lefia and her relationship to Tatsuki

Personally don't think Lefia's a real person [have seen some theories that she's Tatsuki's sister] and is more of an imaginary friend of sorts. The image shown when you find her in the apartments looks more sketch like the other drawings as opposed to an actual photo. Think Tatsuki might have been the one to draw it. As the contents are never actually shown thinks possible to have been either a more picture heavy child's book or journal.

Lefia could have been a character from or based on said book that they really liked/would've wanted to be friends with if she was real so they imagined they were friends. As Tats seems to feel lonely and unable to connect to people they sought comfort from Lefia constantly.

Another possibility is she's a sort of idealized alter-ego they made as a form of escapism. They have serious self-hatred problems and wish they were someone else so they pretend to be Lefia in their head to get away from themself. In this case the red book could've been a journal Tats made to document their stories as Lefia, and maybe helping them further distance self.

Bit of a note on that; in the underground looking are this npc sitting next to door gives you a look when enter. The figure inside the room looks like they're sitting in a way reminiscent to someone in an interview or discipline lecture. Pressing the button plays a series of weird drawing, and personally think they give off the same sort of feelings as those drawings

Given that you have to use the stop effect and door becomes translucent Tatsuki might have kept her a secret from others, sometimes even going off and hiding to spend time with/as her.

The True Ending

God thoughts on this are all over the place and honestly still not sure what to make of Tat's mouth getting messed up before going off. Best idea is its showing how they snapped and turned into a monster, but even that doesn't seem to click right.

During her part, Lefia puts away several childs toy then enters a glitched/messed up version of Tatsuki's room with Tats asleep in their bed. She walks slower and gets a shadow over her face. After this there's the path scene where Lefia blocks Tats. Am convinced this is a metaphor for Tatsuki giving up their innocence [putting away childs toys and 'killing' their imaginary friend]. Lefia block path to area with the two corpses could be that part deep down trying to save them. Walking away means they chose not to give in, but the scenes with them looking at the book on the ground then sitting on bed looking down imply they lost the comfort it provided and ultimately just gave up and became an empty shell [they're trapped somewhere they're miserable, entirely alone, and failed to escape so what's the point of trying anymore? whatever hope they had the future could be better is gone.]

Choosing to stab Lefia of course means they 'threw away their innocence' or stopped trying to stay a good person. [theorize they had trouble controlling emotions, especially anger, and either got berated/punished and called a monster when they lost control or viewed themselves as such and was scared that's who they could become.] After this am not really sure what to make of everything, tho think Tat's corpse being in the field heavily implies they died.

As Tats and the chaser meet up at the park think its safe to say the two had some sort of relationship, either as genuine friends or a 'friend' that bullied Tats. Personally lean more towards genuine friends. Feel like the area underwater with the chaser looking down and sitting in an isolated n closed off could show that Tatsuki saw her as someone that was also lonely and the two became close friends due to being able to relate to one another so well. In this case you can play with possibility the red book was either a gift or something the two enjoyed together which is why they have it with them when meeting. yknow, if you want the ending to sting more heh

An interesting detail is the area the ending happens in seems to resemble this area. Not sure if the npc that turns into a child when using upside-down effect [which can be taken as either 'seeing things as they are' or Tatsuki's distorted view, which can really shape view of the chaser as she's usually tame and using effect shows her in chaser form.] or house with two active and fast chasers really means anything but think its something worth noting.

Sooo yeah, there's thoughts. Hope it was a fun and/or interesting [and intelligible] read!

COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT BUT WANNA SHARE THIS ADORABLE HARINEZUMI MADE OF SOU READING BOOK WITH LIL LEFIA IN CORNER TO TATS. THE WAY THEIR HAIR RADIATES POMERANIAN ENERGY N THEY LOOK SO SOFT/COMFY JUST.

also there’s a doll that resembles lefia in Mikan Muzou

#not art #rayns asks #TYTYTYTY FOR CHANCE TO RAMBLE ON THIS #also sorz it took a bit to answer am havin a really hard time concentrating #plus forgot ctrl + z undoes the entire reply as opposed to last action #with no option to redo ;-;#also wow that uh turned out kinda long #mean did expect itd be lengthy but not THAT lengthy

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savingthrcw · 8 months

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About Emma Swan

[testing, low activity because I'm nearly all written-out] fc: Jennifer Morrison Open to: Killian Jones, David Nolan and Mary Margaret.

Canon divergences:

The damage done by the system, by her terrible life before getting to Storybrooke and the traumas she lived there as well have changed her personality from the one in the show to a less socially adapted, more emotion-driven one (as in she may snap at her parents too, at first, because overwhelmed, and she will call people out regardless of who they are, she clearly has no healthy routine/eating habits/sleeping habits).

It was very implied if not shown that she was severely abused in the system by foster parents who took in children just to get the money that comes from it, she chose to be homeless as a pre-teen/in her early teens and was only convinced by August to walk back into the system, she was back to homeless by age 16. Her life in general is a disaster in too many ways to count, constant abandonment and betrayals, there is not ONE relationship in her life, whether friendly or romantic, in which she's not backstabbed or left behind/abandoned for the first 28 years of her life and I believe it's only due to the show magic that she's not beyond help at this point, it's just not realistic otherwise, especially adding the traumas after she comes to Storybrooke, and that also means that her need to run away from commitment doesn't leave as quickly as it did in canon BUT nor does her desperate need to be close to her family, to have that love she always wanted, because Emma blatantly never fully gave up on it. Keep in mind that even villains in OUAT have known love, have been loved by at least one parent or sibling or romantic partner, Emma had none of that (that she knew of).

Her instincts drive her to be the romantic unrealistic fairy tale princess she was meant to be, and that is also shown when she basically acts like a cute fairy tale princess even while homeless, simply because she found Neal and she thinks they'll be family: princess-y cute dresses, happy, hopeful, domestic, despite literally sleeping in a car. But all of her traumas fight against those instincts.

-Which is also why once she and Killian start seeing each other she'll tell him a LOT about her past, if only to explain why she can't control the urge to pull back every now and then, to run, to be unnecessarily snappy. Up to you how Killian will react to it, given that in canon she was quickly softened by their relationship but also didn't share right away (even if he did see through her early on).

Here to write canon divergent ways for her to fall in love with Hook or more about their domestic time, AND different ways for the lost girl to get closer to her parents while still so traumatized.

She will never be friends with Regina but feel forced to play nice to keep the town safe, and she will be far more defensive/angry about Neal and what he did to her, while they’ll still co-parent until his death: let's not forget that regardless of his reasons she spent years thinking that he must have used her, tricked her and left her to take the fall while he kept the money (also confirmed by the fact that that's the version of the story she gives Henry in New York when her memories are rewritten). If we write that Gold followed canon in the background she also hates him to death from the moment he enslaved Killian regardless of the context (and tried to kill them both soon after). This has nothing to do with my enjoyment of Rumple/Gold as a character, and other muses of mine would be open to him. This is CHARACTER based, as in I cannot imagine Emma forgiving him after he took Killian's heart, much less trusting him anywhere near her family, and being sort of forced by circumstances to let Henry see him both because Henry would see him anyway and to avoid an actual war. She's also very hurt/disgusted by Walsh, considering the two SLEPT TOGETHER, planned a LIFE TOGETHER, while he was simply keeping an eye on her, ready to kill her for the Wicked Witch. Any joke about it will be met with pain and disgust.

The events of Dark One Emma can be entirely rewritten or left the way they are, but she will be absolutely hurt and angry by her family being so hostile and distrusting, regardless of them being right or not, while letting Regina and Gold participate in the 'what do we do now' discussions; she would have been far more like the Emma who questioned Regina about her past and any attempt from Regina/Gold to judge her would be met with instant aggression and a list of crimes they committed. She doesn't regret anything, as it is exactly what her parents and everyone else would have done and have done for their true loves all the time: trusting that things would work out even if there was a huge risk.

#about emma;#muse: emma #show: ouat

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gensokyogarden · 1 year

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This is something I've mentioned here and elsewhere but I don't believe I've made a specific post talking about, so I thought I'd do it here.

The Patchouli and Remilia of this blog have a "default relationship", if that makes sense. That of being each other's wives. Now I should clarify that this blog is a multiship blog so that's not the case when someone is shipping with one of them, it's not like either would cheat on their spouse. I should also clarify that, of course, that's not a relationship I'd force onto anyone else. If you're writing Remilia/Patchouli I'm not going to have mine treat them like they're married (unless you want to I suppose). But, by default, when I'm writing them Remilia and Patchouli are married.

Anyways, with that mentioned I thought I'd write a little bit about how they ended up with one another. Now I will note a bit of canon divergence on my part. Patchouli is stated to be a witch who "lived for 100 years" in her original profile, but I kind of treat her as if her lifespan far exceeded 100 years as you'll see shortly.

Remilia Scarlet was born in Picardy during the reign of Louis XII in 1502. The daughter of Charles of Angouleme making her the younger half-sister of the future King Francis. While Remilia may claim to be a descendant of the famed Vlad Teppes, this is untrue, however she really is of French noble blood.

Well, biologically she was not related to Vlad. Old Vladdy really did become a vampire and the one that bit Remilia may well have been turned by him. Regardless, Remilia scarlet became a vampire in the year 1517, but two years after the coronation of her half-brother. The intention was to gain a pawn close to the king but even then Remilia was too clever to allow herself to be someone's peon. Her sire was dead not long after she convinced him to turn Flandre as well (a decision she questions fairly regularly).

So my Remilia is French, what about Patchouli? Well, narrowing down Patchouli's homeland is a bit tougher. Her magic is based off of Wuxing, the Chinse five elements, but she's also described as a "Eastern Style Western Magician", which implies to me that she herself is European. The way I rectify these two facts is through the idea that Patchouli is herself the daughter of a European magician (as she is a naturally born one) in the service of the Wanli Emperor of Ming. So procured for her remarkable talent.

Being raised in China, Patchouli learned the style of elemental magic practiced there. She, alongside her mother, would enter into the service of the Chongzhen emperor. The Manchu Invasion combined with the peasant uprisings of the 1640s and the death of the Chongzhen emperor forced Patchouli to flee the country entirely. Returning west in the accompaniment of a bodyguard of the former emperor (it's Meiling).

Eventually she would arrive within Europe. By this point Remilia had watched her brother grow old and die of fever, while she remained eternally young. In the fifty years after that, the house descended from her brother would fall from power. Following a brief period of chaos her distant cousins established the House of Bourbon as the ruling family.

Remilia never truly held a title but nonetheless held some sway throughout it all. She and Patchouli first met in the Palace of Versailles. There the "Eastern Style Western Magician" was considered to be just as much a strange curiosity as "Charles's eternally youthful bastard" (as an aside never call Remilia this).

The pair hit it off well. Striking up an immediate friendship as the two oddities of Versailles. What was initially a strange friendship evolved into a deep closeness. Their courting process, in truth, lasted nearly century. It took Remilia a decade to even work up the courage to tell Patchouli she liked her. Given the time and era such a relationship was quite obviously kept a secret but they were eventually wed. At the witching hour, on Remilia's insistence.

The French Revolution was the nail that finally forced them to flee from France and their old lives. It was the time that Remilia took up the surname Scarlet (A reference to her mother). Thankfully she made off with a great degree of royal treasure on her way out. Her ninth cousin Louis wasn't going to need it given what happened.

From there they were vagabonds for a short while. Drifting from the shadows of one court to another for quite some time. This is a headcanon about how Patchy and Remmy met though, so I won't bore you with those details.

#garden almanac ~ Headcanons #patchouli is already a plant ~ patchouli #devil carnation ~ remilia

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wnapelolaiss · 2 years

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Both are interrupted in the middle of a hot session P3

Characters: Keisuke Baji | Hanma Shuji | Ken Ryuguji | Hakkai Shiba | Chifuyu Matsuno.

Smut Warning +18 | implied sexual content.

Pd: English is not my first language so there may be mistakes, thousand apologies.

Keisuke Baji

"I have to go downstairs and cook something." you repeated to him again for the fifth time in a row. Your boyfriend kept trying to kiss your mouth even though you moved your face to avoid him.

His mother was going to arrive in a few hours and you wanted to cook dinner. Your relationship with your mother-in-law was pretty good, but you always wanted to do something that she would notice. You decided to prepare something

delicious so that maybe she would flatter you a little, and on the other hand, tell her son how lucky he was to have you.

You felt good hearing her nice words.

"Keisuke, I'm going to hit you."

"My girlfriend plans to hit me?" Baji raised one of his eyebrows. Seeing his sly smile you relaxed your face. You denied his question. "I told you we have time, I want to try something now."

"But Keisuke..."

You silenced your words as you were pushed to the wall, the black-haired man cornered you against it and left your hands on your chest, intertwining them together, holding both with one of his own. You looked at him with less doubt than before, again he was already convincing you.

"What are you supposed to do?" you scolded him looking at him from the front, watching his beautiful eyes. Baji brushed his nose with yours before leaving a short kiss on your mouth.

"Nothing wrong" he smiled broadly before kissing your mouth again, this time poking your lips with the tip of his tongue, so that way, you give him access to your mouth. You reciprocated immediately.

His pelvis collided with yours, your tongues intertwined and started a little fight. He moved his hand holding yours in the direction of the wall. Your hands remained above your head, you almost bit his tongue for such a sudden action.

Baji's other mischievous hand decided to go up your tight skirt, you moaned against his lips as he gave one of your thighs a firm squeeze on the way.

He laughed and nibbled on your lip when you claimed him. In one swift, bold move, his knee slipped between yours and pressed your crotch gently. A gentle touch, but undoubtedly firm.

His palm settled on your lower back, brushing against your ass, and he began to move you over his leg. The touch was less uncomfortable as he was wearing overalls, thin, baggy pants. He attacked your mouth again as he rocked you, his elbow pressing against the wall and his hand gripping yours.

His hand cupped part of your ass, his fingertips even touched the inside of your thigh a little and he pulled you closer to him. You moved unconsciously, sought more touch and let yourself go.

When you heard footsteps approaching the room, you stopped breathing, despite Baji continuing to move your body.

"Keisuke, son..."

You kneed Baji and pulled him away from you just as the door opened after being knocked on. Keisuke's mother, receiving no answer, opened it. The first thing she saw was her son rolling on the floor, emitting moans of pure pain.

"Hello, Mrs. Baji..." you approached the door and greeted me with a beaming smile. "Your son was bothering me so.... well..."

"Oh, don't worry, honey." the lady smiled at you in kind and kissed your cheek. "Keisuke sometimes tends to be quite the jerk... no offense, son."

Your boyfriend just looked at you from the ground, seriously his look showed pure anger. You smiled at him, apologizing for reacting that way.

Hanma Shuji

"Hanma don't be so aggressive, shit." you pushed his face back, unintentionally his head hit the bathroom wall.

Instead of getting angry, Hanma started laughing.

"The aggressive one here is you, beautiful." she teased, rather smirking leaving her fangs visible before your eyes. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him close to you again, Hanma's smile diminished a little and he focused seriously on your lips.

"Do you want to kiss me?" you asked furrowing your eyebrows, staring into his eyes. Hanma nodded her head slowly.

"Actually, I want to do several things right now."

You both looked at each other quite intensely after that. Hanma didn't take her eyes off you as your hands unbuttoned his pants and they dropped to the floor. He raised one of his eyebrows, mischief tinged his face.

He did nothing but grip your thighs and make your legs wrap around his hips, your back now against the cubicle wall. Hanma grunted when you grabbed hold of her hair and gave her a not at all gentle tug.

Consequently, he decided to explore your neck, let extensive licks and kisses down its length, all the way to your jaw and cheek. After kissing your mouth, he let one of his hands go to your center and perform an exquisite friction over your panties. His long, swift fingers lined up between your folds and moved up and down, rather slowly for your liking.

You rocked your hips against his hand, such was your excitement that Hanma decided to move your panties and meet you skin to skin. She inserted two of her fingers inside you, moving them just enough for you to smash your head against the wall. You stared at the ceiling and closed your eyes tightly.

He kept pumping, in and out. Being inside your warm interior, he moved both fingers in a certain direction that led you to gasp. Your dress was over your hips, rolled all the way up. Hanma kept ramming and moving your cleavage with her free hand. When he got to see more of your skin, his tongue caressed with delight.

He held your waist, wrapping one of his arms around it while the other attended to your intimacy. You, consequently, had to cover your mouth to keep from making a sound.

You were moistening Shuji's hand more and more. He had to stop the little drops of your arousal trickling down your thighs, wiping them with the back of his hand. When he could no longer stand the pain of not being able to lunge at your crotch, he grabbed his erection and began to press into your cavity, his hips preparing to rock them closer to you.

"That asshole Hanma...motherfucker, where are you?"

Do you think he'd mind being needed at a time like this?

No.

Hanma held your hips with both hands and rammed into you with just one move. You bit down on your hand to silence a scream.

"Fuck..." that stranger moved closer to the cubicle and apparently noticed what was going on.

Let's say he saw Hanma's pants around his ankles.

"Fucking needy fucker" oh, that voice you knew.

Hanma rammed again, grabbed your ass and repeatedly pounded your insides. Even though your back was bumping against the wall and it could be uncomfortable at times, at that moment you only thought to continue with that nice sensation running through your core.

Ken Ryuguji

"Hey... Dra-Draken." you clutched his jacket in a fist and pulled him closer to you as he kept kissing your neck. "We could... mhm..."

"Shall we go to your place?" he whispered into your neck, stopping kissing him and watching you.

You were both outside where he lived, at the back of the store. It was already dark, but they were going on a date if Draken hadn't forgotten something at home. They stopped by to pick it up until your boyfriend came up with a batch of kisses in the middle of the dark hallway.

"No, we can go into your room." you clarified. You were feeling so hot right now, you just didn't want to wait to go home to quench that feeling.

"Are you sure?" his words said he could wait, despite now having his hands under your ass in a firm grip. You nodded and reached for his cheeks to pull him close to your face and kiss him. Draken reciprocated the kiss with real gusto.

As he licked your mouth, his tongue intertwined with yours and his teeth lightly bit your lips, everything was hard for you to stop. Your boyfriend, with all the willpower in the world, broke away and grabbed your hand to lead you with him. Now both of you were walking into the place where he lived.

You almost laughed when a girl greeted Draken and he simply hurried to walk. You waved at him waving your hand before both of you lost your way down the hallway.

"I think I was going to ask you for a favor, Draken." you let out a squeak as he stopped and threw you over his shoulder. He left a light pat on your backside before leaving his hand there.Draken....

"I'll tell you later what he wanted." he laughed lightly before opening the door to his room.

When he closed the door and dropped you on his bed, he immediately began to pull out his shirt. After all they had an appointment to attend. It had to be quick.

Draken set the shirt aside from you and rested his hands on either side of your body, pulled one of his knees up to the mattress and began to move closer. By yourself you pulled your blouse off and tossed it aside haphazardly. Your boyfriend kissed part of your abdomen as he moved up towards your face, kissed delicately between your breasts and then your neck.

"Reservation at the restaurant is at..." Draken reached your mouth and began kissing you, caressing your lips with his wet tongue. "Thirty minutes." he took advantage of your half-open mouth and inserted his tongue, after holding him by the neck you pulled him even closer and reciprocated his kiss.

He moved you both to the center of the bed, his hands roamed over your torso before moving down to your pants and starting to unbutton them. Draken kept kissing your mouth, stopping at brief pauses to sigh against your neck. He managed to get your pants down enough, you smiled without opening your eyes.

"We'll be on time, don't worry." he left an open-mouthed kiss on your neck and moved up to your ear. "We're fifteen minutes from the venue" he brushed his lips against your earlobe, left another wet kiss there. "In the other fifteen minutes I can do several things."

"Shit..." you stirred enough to guide your hands to his belt, you started to unbuckle it while he kept whispering perverted little phrases in your ear.

You hurried to pull down his pants and underwear, Draken reached down to find a condom on his nightstand, and after finding it he kissed you again. Your hands stopped by his abs, his muscles defined in a downward direction. Your nails scraped the skin of his pelvis.

You reached for his erection and grabbed it with your hand, immediately your boyfriend let out a hoarse grunt that fell silent in your mouth. Draken stopped kissing you when you pushed him aside and sat on his pelvis. You were only wearing panties at this point, so that thin lace fabric was the only impediment to skin-to-skin touching.

You leaned down, your breasts colliding with his chest, and returned to his mouth. Your hips rocked on his member, those frictions let both of you stop your tongues to emit a moan, the kiss was cut short for just a few seconds. Draken's hands gripped your ass as you moved. You both knew you had to be quick, but it was hard, you wanted to enjoy every second touching the other.

The instant Draken's fingers slipped between your legs and sought to move your panties, there was a knock at the door.

"DRAKEN, I'M SORRY BUT IT'S URGENT."

The door was opened before either of you reacted. Your boyfriend's arms wrapped around your body and pulled you close, your half naked body was stuck on him and one of his arms covered your ass.

You weren't that embarrassed, after all who was there was a girl. And well, considering the place, you wouldn't be the first half-naked person there.

"Part of the place is on fire!"

"Ah?" Draken sat up. Still hugging you, you sat on his thighs with your legs on either side of him. You saw how the girl nodded, she was really scared.

"Yes, they sent me to get you."

You reached for your blouse and put it on in a second. The girl left the room so you could get dressed and go see what was going on.

Hakkai Shiba

"Love... pss." you called out to him peeking part of your face inside the bathroom. You opened the door a little more to enter a little more. Hakkai was bathing so he couldn't hear you well.

You knocked on the door again, now louder than before.

And nothing.

"Hakkai..." you called out again. After again hearing no answer or noticing that he heard you, you decided to speak louder. "HAKKAI!"

"Ah... Ah, _______?" Hakkai immediately peeked his face out, moving the shower curtain. Seeing only your torso inside the bathroom, he furrowed his eyebrows. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing." you smiled at him, his confused grimace tender to you. "I already went to buy the things Yuzuha asked for, I just wanted to let you know I'm already here."

Hakkai licked his lips before speaking.

"Okay, thanks a lot, cutie." you smiled at his nickname, it only took a couple of months of relationship for Hakkai to be more cheesy and less shameless with you. "Can you keep me company?"

At that moment, Hakkai insulted himself for asking.

"Why the fuck did I say that?" "He might get mad, will I look like a pervert?" "I'm her boyfriend, but I don't know...how embarrassing."

The request was strange to you but you were... you.

"Yes!" from one second to the next you had already closed the door behind you and now you found yourself taking off your blouse.

Hakkai blushed at the sight of your underwear, now in the strong, clear light of the bathroom, more so with him being completely naked from long before, he couldn't stop the heat from flooding his cheeks. Still, he didn't stop looking at you for a second.

He loved looking at you, whether clothed or not. Sometimes he was embarrassed for you to notice him, but of course, when you noticed him seeing you you simply flirted or smiled at him so he still ended up enjoying it.

You took a few steps closer to the shower, Hakkai moved the curtain to open it a little more and left a space for you to enter. You removed your underwear in the blink of an eye, leaving them next to your boyfriend's clothes, and stepped into the expected shower.

"It's not the first time we've been in a similar situation, baby." you closed the shower curtain and looked straight ahead, in the direction of your handsome boyfriend. Hakkai stopped looking at your breasts and raised his gaze up to your face. "Do you remember when Kazutora challenged me to that and you had to shower me, for trying to beat him I was almost unconscious."

"Yes, yes I remember." he raised his broad right hand and moved your hair to behind your shoulders. He cleared your neck before cupping it with his own palm. Hakkai smiled slightly as he stroked your skin with his thumb.

"Did you wash your hair yet?" you stretched up to stand on tiptoe and stroked his hair. From being shorn, it was now quite long.

While you watched his hair, Hakkai remained attentive to your face, your curious eyes, your mouth, and after that, he pulled you closer to him, still with his grip on the back of your neck. He curved to join his lips with yours, it was a rather slow and passionate kiss, quite fiery.

You didn't wait for an answer to the question and simply reciprocated his kiss. Hakkai took a step closer to you causing you to pull back. You held on to his bare, wet arms as your back touched the bathroom tile. Water trickled down your bodies, wetting your hair and spreading across your skin.

Hakkai's hands cupped your cheeks, he cleared your face and bent lower to deepen the kiss. In your stomach you already felt the presence of his erection, his wet member prickling your skin. You let out a slight moan as you felt him skin to skin. Hakkai pulled your bodies together leaving no distance between you.

It was hard for him not to grunt when your hand held his length, you started pumping slowly to hear his cute gasps or minimal moans come out of his mouth. Your boyfriend sucked on your lip to keep from moaning.

He hugged your waist with one of his arms and dropped his face to your neck, he stirred unconsciously as the speed of your hand increased.

You felt so heated right now, so needy for him.

As you masturbated him, Hakkai let his free hand wander across your breasts. He held your breast with total care and as he held it between his fingers, his thumb caressed in small circles your nipple. You moaned along with him, both of you almost in a coordinated rhythm.

The moment you guided the tip of his member to your entrance, you both fell silent. He kissed your neck and pushed himself further forward.

The moment you released his member and reached out your hand to hold his hip, to justly bring him closer to enter you, the bathroom door opened.

"Brother, did _________ come too or not?"

You opened your eyes wide, both of you gasped when you heard Yuzuha.

She hadn't knocked on the door.

As soon as you heard the girl walk into the bathroom, Hakkai moved next to you and you both moved away from the curtain, his back covering you completely. Her eyes locked on yours and she asked you for help, she didn't know what to say or what to do.

"Hakkai, I'm talking to you. Answer me now."

You looked at him with equal parts fear, your voice was slurred.

"Hakkai, I'm going to..." there was an intense silence. Hakkai thought the worst. After a few seconds, Yuzuha started laughing out loud, he even clapped his hands from laughter. "I saw, I saw, nothing happened here."

Have you seen my clothes?

They heard the door close and both sighed in relief. Because of the absence of embarrassment on Hakkai's part, he reached to embrace your body and lifted you up without thinking about anything else. Nor about the current situation.

Your bodies collided as your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips and you both let out a loud moan, instantly each covering your mouths with your palm.

Chifuyu Matsuno

"My mother's not home, relax." he laughed melodiously as he took pains to pull down your shorts a bit. Who would have thought that with such an innocent look on her face, she was now trying to take the garments off your body?

"You tricked me into lying down with you and now this." you pretended to be offended by his very structured plan. You crossed your arms looking at the ceiling, Chifuyu kissed one of your arms and pulled down that garment successfully.

"My plans always work, thank you." he gave you a beaming smile before bringing his hands to his pants. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he tried to unbutton them while lying next to you. After letting out a laugh you moved your hands closer to help him.

He kicked his pants away from his pale legs and covered you both with the blankets before climbing over your body, his elbows on either side of your head and his legs between yours. You hugged his neck to guide him down and began to leave small, tender kisses on his lips. You heard Chifuyu let out a purr-like sound before half-opening his mouth to cover yours and kissing more intensely.

You pulled her hair closer, much closer.

"Hey Chifuyu, Peke J threw up on my bed. We need to take him to the vet."

Out of nowhere the door to the room was opened and Baji appeared.

You and your boyfriend turned your heads towards him, the blush that hit you was really intense. You quickly covered your face with both hands as you felt that you would turn completely red from the situation.

"BAJI! KNOCK BEFORE YOU PASS." Chifuyu covered you more with the blankets, even knowing that your shirt was still intact.

"Ah? But what about that?" she downplayed it and leaned the side of her body against the door frame. He gave a snort. "Hi ________."

You waved your hand frantically in his direction, waving at him but still covering your face and looking away.

Chifuyu just as embarrassed, but mostly angry, got out of bed and reached for his pants. Just then Baji's brain clicked.

"Oooh, they were about to fuck, shit." he started laughing out loud, he got to the point of holding his abdomen from such exaggerated laughter. "Sorry _________, I thought they were just messing around or something."

"Not funny, Baji." mumbled Chifuyu hopping on one foot while trying to tuck the other foot inside his pants.

"Oh ________, so you're naked?" What Baji asked made you burst out in embarrassment and you totally covered yourself with the blankets. "Sorry, sorry, I'm leaving now. I'm a fucking idiot..."

He whispered that last one to himself.

Like hell Baji ran down the corridor and waited for them in the dining room together with Peke j.

"I'm sorry," you heard Chifuyu say, already fully dressed.

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onigiri-miyaa · 2 years

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DID YOU KNOW? - CHILDE X FEM!READER

label:: fluff warnings:: smut implied description:: in which the eleventh harbinger falls for his comrade's personal maid :: MOVED FROM WATTPAD :: there you were. on his bed, you sitting on his lap and his hands tangled in your (h/c) hair. the cold sweat that had been gathering on your forehead had vanished when he gently grabbed your chin and pecked the side of your mouth. that led to a full makeout session with his tongue reaching everywhere in your mouth, leaving no spot untouched. it never went pass making out since nothing was really happening between the two of you. "(y/n)," he panted as he pulled away. "i want yo-" bam the door was kicked down, causing the two of you to jump, and a short man with a large hat stood at the doorway, looking rather embarrassed after seeing the two of you on his coworker's bed. "signora's calling you, moron!" scaramouche yelled at childe. he stomped off and left the two of you alone. childe sighed and combed his hand through his ginger hair. "guess i better go see why i'm needed," he said, starting to rise from the bed. "we'll finish later, princess." with that, he stood up and walked toward the door, waving to you as he walked out. you watched as the man you loved left. sighing, you left his room and went to your room in the servants' quarters with many thoughts in your head. no one, except a close friend, knew about your relationship with the 11th harbinger, so now what was going to happen since scaramouche saw you? should you even call it a relationship? for all you knew, you thought childe was just using you for his own pleasure. you didn't mind at all since you loved him. "ah, (y/n)!" one of the maids called out. you turned to her. "marin," you greeted. she was the only other maid you acknowledged since she was, besides scaramouche, your close friend who you'd grown up with and the only one who knew about you and childe. she always insisted childe loved you when you complained but you knew better. "were you just with master childe?" she asked, walking along with you to your room. "mhm," you replied. "miss signora called upon him so he had to leave. i hope he realizes i went back to my room." "ah, don't worry," marin reassured you. "he may be worried for a bit, but he'll come looking for you." "don't think so," you sighed. "he only sees me as a doll to play with. nothing more, nothing less." "(y/n), i keep telling you that's not the case!" she stopped walking and stared as you kept going. "as his personal maid, i know he isn't the type of person to do such a thing!" "even if you're his personal maid, it doesn't mean you know all about him, marin." you turned to your left and put your hand on the doorknob of your room. you turned to your friend. "good night, marin." you entered your room and locked the door behind you. you untied your apron and took it off, placing it on your small table. the dress came next and then your socks. walking over to your closet, you grabbed your nightgown and pulled it over your head. sitting at your desk, you folded your clothes and grabbed your hairbrush. you brushed it gently, trying not to yank it too hard. when you finished, you put the brush away and stared at your reflection. "he can't possibly love me," you convinced yourself before standing up and moving to your bed. you read a few chapters of your book and then put it away. you extinguished the flame in your lamp and closed your eyes, thoughts of childe in your head. ----- his eyes were a beautiful shade of cobalt that shimmered under artificial light but not under the sun. that was an observation you had made the first time you and childe set eyes on each other. the ginger had bumped into you by accident (was it really?) while you were carrying a load of scaramouche's clean laundry back to his room since you were scaramouche's personal maid. you had dropped everything and childe, being sorry for making you drop everything, picked it all up and accompanied you to scaramouche's room so you didn't drop any more laundry, even if that was completely his fault. after

you had delivered the laundry, childe told you, "you're cute and seem around my age, wanna hang out sometime?" you had nodded without thinking of what the consequences were. the two of you had begun being intimate with each other when he brought up a completely random subject while you were reading in the library on a trip to mondstadt that you had to go to since scaramouche also had to go. "have you ever kissed anyone before?" childe asked. he was bent over, his head on your shoulder. it looked like a very uncomfortable position to be in, too. "no, why?" you had asked him, not looking up from your book. "have you?" "i know this'll be a surprise to you, (y/n), but no." "okay." "wanna try?" you slowly turned your head and stared at him in disbelief. "are you serious?" "yep. let's do it, (y/n)." "give me one reason why." the ginger took a bit before responding to your demand. "because i'll make sure you won't have to be scaramouche's personal maid for much longer." "that sounds..." "like a deal?" "yea, sure." he smiled like a kid and brought his face closer to yours. he put his gloved hand against your cheek and pulled you closer to him. his lips met your soft ones and he kept them there for a bit. slowly, he pulled away, his face a bright red, yours still the same color as normal. "that was rather pleasant," you confessed to him. "o-oh, well we could do it more, if you'd like," childe suggested. you thought it over a bit. "i would like that." that was when you started falling in love with him. ----- rumors were spread through the maids after childe had kissed you in the library. most were jealous and others spiteful toward you. all except your faithful friend, marin. "so, (y/n), what's up with you and master childe?" she asked you one day. your face turned cherry red before you answered. "he just wanted to be friends." "then what's all this talk about you and master childe making out every day?" "t-that's not what's happening," you lied, your face burning up. "i see that!" marin laughed. "don't worry, your secret's safe with me!" you smiled at her. "thanks." "no problem. now, are you two dating?" her questions were endless but you loved your friend all the same. ----- when childe called you to his room the next day, the air felt different. it felt heavy and something was clearly wrong. "(y/n), lock the door and come sit with me," he commanded, not looking at you, and patting the spot to his right. you did as he said and quickly went over to him and sat down. the next thing you knew, you were laying down on the bed and childe was on top of you. "m-master childe?" grabbing your hands to keep them in place, he bent his head down and kissed you with a force he had never kissed you with before. it seemed there was an unusual passion in his kiss, too. panting heavier than usual, he pulled away and laid himself on top of you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. "master childe, are you alright?" you asked him. he picked himself up and stared into your eyes. "i want you as mine. forever." "what?" he sat up, helping you sit up as well. combing his hand through his hair, he said. "i fucking love you, (y/n)." "y-you do?!" "mhm. if you don't love me, well, that's understandable. when i bumped into you that one day, that was on purpose. i'd been admiring you from afar and my personal maid, marin, said that i should talk to you because she was tired of hearing me tell her how fucking beautiful and amazing you were." "getting master scaramouche's clothes dirty again was your way?" "well, yea. you know that kiss in the library? i'd been waiting so long to do that. i don't care rumors spread among the other maids about you making out with me every day, that's fine. i like it actually. that way, they know i've already claimed you as mine and none of the others can be with me." "master childe, i..." "ajax." "excuse me?" "that's the name my father gave me. so call me ajax." "all right, mas- ajax." he smiled and hugged you. "hey, ajax, did you know?" you asked. his smile

quickly turned into a face of confusion. "i love you, too." again, he pinned you down on his bed and smiled at you. slowly, he lifted up the bottom of your dress. "then, after today, you won't be a maid anymore," childe said. "huh?" you asked. "did you know? i want you to marry me and become my wife." you smiled. "i will."

#childe #tartaglia #childe x fem!reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x fem!reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin #genshin impact #fluff #maid #one shot

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yjwhatif · 3 years

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With the semi/cryptic confirmation of Ed and Barts relationship in the series I have a question:

Do you think everyone knows about them (in world) or do you think they’re keeping it secret from some?

It’s just a thought that’s been in my head recently. It is most likely fuelled by the whole drama of G&B not being able to depict a “specific character” (it’s definitely Bart) as gay. They’ve had to hide the relationship from their audience - because of ridiculous reasons - but there are still moments that bring up the question - Are they? Before the reveals from AskGreg, I kinda thought- well they are clearly not together yet, but perhaps they both have feelings for one another and are just waiting for the other to make the next move because they’re nervous idiots who don’t want to have read the situation wrong — all while their friends are like - seriously guys? just get together already. Kinda like they did in s1 with Wally and Artemis - and I guess early Supermartian as well - which I would have been okay with... though with the likelihood of there being at least another two year time skip you’d probably have missed the getting together moment - which would kinda suck. Anyway. With the information about the chances being they were supposed to clearly be in a relationship throughout S3 — which makes the whole structuring of ILLUSIONS just make sense — it’s got me viewing their moments with a whole new energy. Also, I saw this post by Greg —

And let me just clarify, I have no idea if this is actually referencing the Ed and Bart stuff, it might not be (probably isn't). This is purely me speculating.

My reading of this is they got told they couldn’t depict Bart as gay pretty late on and that specifically affected ILLUSIONS where they likely intended to confirm the relationship with that first shot - the kiss on the cheek moment. Even now that moment is just odd - because it’s there but it’s not - because technically there is no actual kiss… which I think is absolutely the point. It plants the seed without actually breaking any rules - all by keeping the momentum but removing the specific kiss frame. It’s the only moment that I feel is explicit in saying they are in a relationship - everything else you can just read into and imply there’s something - but they technically don’t confirm anything.

The whole thing is actually quite interesting - despite the reasoning for it being totally ridiculous. By keeping/showing what they did... People notice it. People talk about it. People reflect on it. More people talk about it. People writing. Make. Create. Discuss it. An entire audience is formed who want and support it. It’s a whole thing now because people noticed it and generated a positive response to it - and that was before all the AskGreg information. The whole reason YJ got a season 3 is because the fans fought to get it back. Enough people talked about it - and kept talking about it - to convince TPTB that the show should come back. Greg and Brandon know this. They know the power the fans have and maybe they hoped that power would help them again in freeing Bart from these ridiculous restrictions. #letbartoutofthecloset

Obviously, we can't know until S4 is released whether G&B got the permission to confirm Bart's sexuality the way they envisioned - but maybe the responses that came during the release of 3b were enough to convince TPTB that they were fighting a losing battle. But who knows, people in power can be very stubborn at times, so we will just have to see what we get. Fingers crossed they eased up though - and not just because of the Ed/Bart relationship (which I am obviously a fan of -- it's fine if not everyone is) - but because these restrictions on LGBTQ+ content shouldn't be a thing and need to stop -- there is just no validity in them.

Anyhow. despite their not being allowed to officially confirm the relationship, Greg's comment about Ed's having a boyfriend they can't name basically confirms the fact without technically breaking any rules again. Masterfully done Wiesman. With this, it implies the pair are in fact dating during S3 which brings us back to the original question... but who knows??

With the comments of Virgil during ILLUSIONS, it's easy to assume their friends do in fact know. They also seem to have no problem being close and interacting with one another whilst in the presence of others -- that is, except for one moment...

Ever since the first time I saw this episode (ELDER WISDOM) I have always found this moment strange - because Ed seems to get kinda awkward when Barry comes to check on Bart. (Or that's how I see it at least.) He realises Flash is standing there and immediately pulls his head down averting his gaze -- almost like he doesn't want to be seen by the elder. But why? Does Barry not know about the pair -- or maybe he doesn't know about Bart and Ed thinks their current closeness is too revealing -- who's to say Bart's even fully out to the world yet -- who's to say either of them are? We certainly don't since we weren't allowed to be shown. We can't know until we know - so until then we can play the speculation game while we wait.

Bart is certainly a bit of a secret keeper when it comes to being himself. I'm still convinced the Bart we see onscreen is merely his interpretation of what he thinks people expect from a speedster in this time. We saw 'real' Bart, he was snarky and cynical and nothing like the Bart we've had for the past two seasons. He said it himself - he's playing a character - and I don't think he knows how to break out of it - not while the possibility exists that it might hurt those he's grown to care about. Bart wants to be seen a certain way to avoid acknowledging the truth of the past - if people see him as happy and smiley, then no one will question him on things he doesn't want to talk about. The problem with that is you can't hide yourself forever - cracks begin to form and eventually, the truth comes out whether you want it to or not. So who knows how comfortable Bart is revealing any of his true self to those he cares about. Maybe his relationship with Ed will be the thing that finally helps him find comfort in being himself, whilst also trusting others to still accept him as himself... and maybe getting him that bit of therapy he really needs.

This brings us to Eduardo… First, can I just say it made me so happy to see Greg’s confirmation of Ed being gay - though it is slightly annoying that he was robbed of his explicit onscreen reveal in S3 thanks to the drama with Bart. His whole relationship to his powers in S2 to S3 fits the representation of coming to terms with your sexuality/identity from a very negative point of view. Feeling like it’s something that needs fixing or needs to be “cured” - to then finding the light and freedom in accepting yourself for you. His growth between seasons is brilliant. He understands the hate and insecurity the teens are feeling because he felt it himself. He does all he can to help them because he never felt he got that help when he needed it - and no one deserves to feel worse for being who they are. Obviously, the things he talks about are framed in the context of dealing with/accepting the meta-gene - yet there are certain moments where it seems he’s saying more than that…

All of which got me wondering - why did Ed originally runaway? It certainly wasn’t because of the meta-abilities he did not yet have. All he’s ever said on the subject was he thought he wanted to be with his father - the man it seems he barely had a relationship with. No, I think Ed has been running from himself for a long time and his dad just happened to be an actual direction for him to aim for. The way he speaks about his wanting to be “cured” and “praying to get rid of his powers” suggests an upbringing around religion and traditional ideas of there being a ‘normal/proper’ way to be — while anything that doesn’t fit that way is treated as other or something that needs to be changed or 'fixed'. Maybe he ran to avoid being found out and run the risk of being ostracised by those he loved. Or maybe he was found out and leaving wasn’t entirely his choice*. If this was the case, I can certainly imagine him not wanting to come out to his dad for fear of his reaction and completely losing all chance of that father-son relationship they’re both trying so hard to keep. It can seem easier to live in secret than risk the reality of loss. So while the meta-gene likely wasn’t the main thing he was angry about in S2, it was able to become a physical thing he could blame and focus his anger on - without having to think about where his issues truly lied… Though with a bit of time it also became the thing he was comfortable conveying his feelings through...

“I’ve learned to accept, even love my meta-abilities”

I love this line so much and it’s all because of the delivery by Freddy Rodrigues. There is the slightest hint of a pause before he says “meta-abilities”, which gives the impression he was about to say something else before then remembering himself and who he was talking to. Then there’s the small inflecion he put on “love”, which makes it sound like it’s the first time he’s heard himself say the words out loud. I don’t hear him talking about the gene - I hear him talking about finally accepting himself - all of himself - for the first time in maybe ever and finally feeling happy because of it. I hear growth... From being the angry 14-year-old skater who just wanted to run away and escape any way he could. To the 16-year-old councillor/Outsider jumping straight into the danger to protect and inspire those who need it. Both he and Bart are such strong characters with so much more to be seen - especially when it comes to the insecurities which lie behind their masks. They both compliment each other pretty perfectly - both powers-wise and personality-wise - meaning while they try to hide themself from others, I don't think it'll take long for them to realise they can't hide from each other.

Anywho, that’s all the speculatary nonsense I’ve got for today. This turned into such a patchwork of vaguely linkable thoughts I’ve had which barely relate to the one I started with - but that is usually how it goes. Take it as you will…

Also, completely unrelated to YJ, but Bi Tim Drake now exists in dc canon which is really cool - seeing all of the joy it’s sparked has really given me something to smile about this week… There is hope after all. 🌈

— LB ⚡️☀️

* OK so here’s a little random snapshot into the chaos of my mind— as I was writing the Ed stuff I had a scene pop into my head of Ed finally -for whatever reason- having to tell his dad that he didn’t leave his abuelo’s home - he got kicked out. His dads confused about this and asks Why? What did you do? And Ed’s like Nothing… I didn’t do anything wrong… he just… found out something. So Seniors like Found out what Eduardo? And Ed’s getting really nervous now because he doesn’t want to say it - That I, um… I’m… Senior step a fraction closer as he picks up on Ed’s anxiety but remains an appropriate distance - Son? Then after a tensening silence he finally says it - sounding the most vulnerable he has ever been - I’m gay… The silence is there again, heavy and unnerving, neither saying a word. Ed can’t move as he’s lock in his elders unreadable glare. Expecting the worse his head drops to take in the floor - anything that isn’t the disappointment ahead - he feels the urge to disappear burning up inside him - consuming him. Then just as he’s about to escape he’s suddenly grounded by a steadying hand rooting itself on his shoulder. Tentatively he lifts his gaze to witness his father, there, with nothing but love and support in his eyes - Mijo. The clamping in his chest dissipates as all the tension escapes at once, along with the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. Ed embraces his dad and the elder embraces his son. Together. A family.

Anyway. That’s probably a load of rubbish but hey my minds full of it… but basically I really want to see a tender moment between Ed and his dad. For whatever reason. Something where Ed’s in a vulnerable state and in need of some emotional support from his father - and without hesitation his father steps up - because that’s what we haven’t seen from them yet. It would perfectly portray the strength of their relationship as father and son - despite their previous struggles - and prove that Senior is willing to support his son no matter the situation as the father - not just the scientist. Its the final step in their healing journey and I wanna see it so bad!!

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tinysushimark · 3 years

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Shopping (LMH)

fluff, established relationship, y/n x mark, cursing, angy markie, public relationship, y/n idol (implied).

Mentions of Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Johnny, Haechan 💞

WC- 0.988k

"Me and Johnny can handle all of it." You said and ruffled his hair, slowly going closer to kiss his cheeks.

"I mean, we're moving in together and I can't be there to buy stuff, it's making me annoyed." Mark said and looked down, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie, "I really wanted to do the furniture shopping together."

"Well, work is a priority." You said and bent down to make him look at you, "We can buy stuff together the next time." You said and smiled at him, he still looked down, "You're a priority too though." He said and continued twirling the strings.

Your heart skipped a beat when he said that, you put your palms on his cheeks to make him look up, "Just the fact that you said that makes me feel so special baby. You don't have to worry, just being together with you makes me happy."

"I wanna do things together though, when I'm free you're busy, when I'm busy, you're free, is our relationship just coming back home to one another and hanging out on weekends?" Mark sighed and pushed the pillow down, his face forming a small pout. "We can't help it, can we?"

"We can't but it annoys me! Why can't we go on dates like normal couples? The paparazzi will click too many pictures. I asked my manager if i can go shopping with you, he said, "No, paparazzi will click pictures." I mean, why did they reveal our relationship if they had this much of a problem with the media?" He said and slouched, his eyes still on the pillow and his hands squishing the life out of it.

"Markie." You said and tried to get his attention on you, he flinched and removed your hand from his cheek, "No." He got up with the pillow and walked out of the room, going towards the living room where the other members would be.

Jaehyun stared down at the two of you when all of you were eating, Haechan didn't pay much attention, food time is food time. Everyone else sensed the tension between you and Mark and decided to break it slowly.

Jungwoo slipped you a glass of water and you smiled at him, bringing the spoonful of rice near your mouth. "Our Markie, are you done packing?" Mark nodded and gave a sly smile and looked back down at his food. "Didn't you need any sort of help?"

"Why do you think y/n is here?" Mark said to Jungwoo and picked up the chopsticks, he picked up the egg roll and mixed it with the rice slowly eating out of the bowl.

"When are you guys moving?"

"Jungwoo, don't make this more awkward." He said and finished his food, he set down his utensils and got up from the table.

"You bastard! WHO'S GOING TO PICK UP YOUR DIRTY UTENSILS?" Jungwoo shouted at Mark who went inside without saying anything.

"Hyung, leave him be." Haechan said, trying to calm Jungwoo down.

"What's wrong with him?" Jungwoo asked you and you looked up at him, "Manager said no for shopping."

"He's pissed about that?"

"They put him in some dumb ethics seminar so that he doesn't go shopping, he said he's attended it thrice before."

"We'll talk to the manager."

"Mine said yes, but how will you convince his?"

"We have our ways." Jungwoo said, picking up Mark's utensils and putting them in the sink.

You packed the last of whatever Mark needed to move in the carton and then looked around his room one last time. You smiled at your pictures which were set on the table, those were the last things you had to pack. Mark had told you to leave his books, guitar and frames out when you pack, he wanted to pack them on his own. He came out of the washroom, his expression stoic. He picked up the frames and started wrapping them with bubble wrap. You slid your arms around him and he didn't say a word, he kept doing his work silently.

"You can't be mad at everyone."

"I am mad at the world." Mark said and put his first wrapped frame down. "It's fine, baby, I swear." You said planted a kiss on his shoulder.

"I am not fine with it." He snickered and tore the bubble wrap angrily. You didn't say a word after that, you buried your face in his back, knowing if you say too much he will get even more annoyed and will probably throw you out of the room.

"You know what's even more annoying?" You hummed behind him and he turned to face you, "I am ready to fight the world for you, but I seem to stop when it comes to work." Mark said and slid his arms around your waist, "But this isn't even work." He said and sighed.

"That is understandable, Mark. If you don't work, who'll run the house?" You giggled, "My lord." A smile broke on his face and he giggled too, "My lord? How did you even come up with that?" He laughed and then pulled you down on the mattress, "I love you."

"I love you too, dumbo." You said pushed his hair, the door opened and you saw Jungwoo, he closed the door in a flash and walked away.

"Jungwoo was at the door." You said and pushed Mark aside, "He probably thought we were doing something."

"He has trauma from last time." Mark said and laughed, "I don't!" Jungwoo said and opened the door again, "It's normal for couples to, you know!" Jungwoo said and tried avoiding eye contact, "Anyways, I got you permission to go shopping." Jungwoo said and passed Mark the paper.

"You owe me one." Jungwoo said, Mark's eyes lit up and he jumped on the mattress slowly, "Thank you!!" He hugged Jungwoo and smiled happily.

"Happy now?"

"Very."

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